SmilingPanda19
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Cassy starts hyperventilating again, all of them screaming. Some scream to flip them, some not. He panics and flips a random switch before setting it down and curling up. He starts crying. In the sky…….. appears something…..
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He watches the cameras. “So I should flip the switches…. Okay.” He goes to flip both-
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He nodded. “Okay… no. More. Switches.” He looks up at the cameras again. He liked seeing them, he’s never seen so many young people. They all look a lot like him. It was very interesting for him. The screen people are his new best friends.
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He flicked it and a little ding sounded………….. but nothing happened. “Miss Amyra…. It didn’t do anything.”
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He looks down at it. “Yes… yes I do…”
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“Uhm… no. Just the names and switches.” He looks up at the cameras again waiting to be told what to do.
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“Uhmmm…” he counts them. “There’s 19 switches…” He visibly blushes on the hologram when Amyra says his name is pretty. He whispers. “Thank you Miss Amyra-“ He looks up at Miss Fen’s camera. “Flick your switch? I don’t know what the switchy switch will do Miss Fen…”
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“Yes… yes I can read.” He points to a bunch of the switches, reading off every tributes name the best he can. He recognizes a few. “Are those your names?” He stares at the cameras. “The screen people have such pretty names…”
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He stays silent staring at he screens. He didn’t know his face was on a hologram in the sky. His little face forms a frown. “People will get hurt…” He looks down at a panel of switch’s they are each labeled with a tributes name. “Miss Amyra how can I help? There are lots of things to touch…”
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He leans in, getting close to the camera. He presses a button and a hologram of his face holding a microphone appears in the sky. He looks just like his father except much younger. He has the same dark tan skin and medium brown hair. He just has perfect blue eyes. “I told you I don’t like liars Miss Amyra…”
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Cassy nods, his voice is generally a bit squeaky. “Yes… I’m okay. I’m not tired. Daddy hasn’t come to put me to bed, I have eaten enough too.” He looks up at the cameras. “Where are you?” He whispers. “I saw all the cool colors and then this thing popped out and the screen people started to talk to me…. Someone needed help…”
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He stays silent a moment. “I’m okay… I haven’t seen daddy in a while… “ he watches the screens, he sees the people up close on the camera, the ones he is talking to. “You’re miss Amyra right… and miss Fen?” He points to screen even though they can’t see.
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He tries to take deep breaths. “I’m Cassian, but my daddy calls me Cassy.” He sniffles a little. “My daddy’s name is An-an-si bon-sw-ear.” He sounds it out so he doesn’t mess it up. “But miss Eddie calls him Anan.”
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He start’s hyperventilating, his breathing sounding over the whole arena. He curls up in his chair. He didn’t know how to help the screen people. “Mister…. Mister….”
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Cassy sits back. “…mister I don’t like liars…” His smile drops. This was suddenly scaring and overwhelming him, everyone was too busy in the Gamemaker HQ to notice that a little boy was on the edge of panicking. @[Redacted] @shortcake @Cinnamon
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Suddenly the screens narrow to the few people he was talking to and he could see more clearly. “Woah… mister what’s going on…” He is trying to figure out how to help the screen people.
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“Yes… that’s my name!” He smiles, holding the microphone close to his mouth. He looks at the screen, he’s never heard of that before but he sure knows what help means. “Mister. Which boxy screen are you in?” He watches the cameras. “Which screen person are you?” He points to the screen trying to find which one was asking for help.
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Cassian and Tributes Tea Time- Cassian gets overwhelmed with all the voices that speak through the microphones at once. He leans back a bit. “Hello there screen people…” He scoots down in the chair, bringing the microphone with him, watching the cameras. “I’m Cassian… who are you?” He looks between the screens. @Cinnamon @The Sibling @shortcake
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Cassian peeks out behind Anansi’s chair in the Gamemakers HQ. He’s been hiding there for a while. He can climbs up on the chair, standing up onto his tippy toes to reach the tv. He stares at the flash of colors, it’s reflects off his eyes. His jaw drops and he stares in awe at the hundreds of images rolling by in flashes of bright light. He puts his face up to the screen and stares at it, watching the tributes battling on the screen. He has that little sparkle of innocence in his eye. Little does he know that these poor little dots and pixels are actually people, not much older than him, fighting for their lives. Little does he know that it is his father that is hosting this. He pokes something on the chair with his foot by accident and a little microphone comes out of the tv. A little red light turns on and Cassian looks at it. “Hello?” Cassian a voice rings throughout the arena. Suddenly a little red light turns on under the fabric of the tributes suits… *Tribute Interactive* Their microphones must of all suddenly turned on when Cassian touched something. A close up image of all the children left appear on the screen in their own little boxes with the tributes name beside them. @Lotus Blossom @The Honorable One @Lord Spirit @[Redacted] @shortcake @Cinnamon @Ravenclawjedi42 @Lightweaver2 @The Sibling @Canada Lover @Justice_Magician @Silver Phantom @S. Stormy
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Gamemaker HQ Anansi straightens the edge of his suit. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’ll see Eddie. No stupid children will best a Bonswear.” He shoves Eddie in the shoulder with his as he brushes past and exits swiftly.
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Anansi throws their hands off his shoulders. “Don’t you touch me.” He pushes them back, stumbling a bit. He is clearly a bit woozy. “I’ll take myself out.” He leaves the room, angry as all get out. This was absolutely horrible, his performance is at an all time low. This is not going to be looking good for his future.
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Gamemaker HQ Anansi puts his hands through his hair, digging his fingers into his head. He has a deep laughter under his breath as he paces around. “They’ll get better… they’ll get better… this isn’t my fault, it’s those stupid children…” He picks up a half emptied bottle of beer and downs the rest of it.
