Raoul Silva (
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paradisa2013-08-09 09:07 pm
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[ Hello all public enemy number one has decided to crawl out from underneath his rock and make a journal entry. However this time there's a slight change to his voice...the cockiness and arrogance is still there but it's a little distant. It's as if there's something playing on his already damaged mind.]
Ah memories...they are such fragile things are they not?
There are some schools of thought that say a person's personality is defined by his memories. Whether it be the memory of a mothers warm embrace, that first kiss with the fairer sex or the pain of a betrayal from a friend they all make us what we are today.
So for the castle to manipulate them...to add them or remove them entirely in such a way is very wicked indeed.
[Is he referring to his time at Hogwarts or is he talking about something else entirely...who knows?]
That is not to say it was not enlightening to be young again...to relive the glory and hope of ones teenage years.
Maybe that is the lesson here...to hold on and saviour ones youth before it is whisked away by the ravages and ways of the world?
Ah memories...they are such fragile things are they not?
There are some schools of thought that say a person's personality is defined by his memories. Whether it be the memory of a mothers warm embrace, that first kiss with the fairer sex or the pain of a betrayal from a friend they all make us what we are today.
So for the castle to manipulate them...to add them or remove them entirely in such a way is very wicked indeed.
[Is he referring to his time at Hogwarts or is he talking about something else entirely...who knows?]
That is not to say it was not enlightening to be young again...to relive the glory and hope of ones teenage years.
Maybe that is the lesson here...to hold on and saviour ones youth before it is whisked away by the ravages and ways of the world?
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Voice
How delightfully ironic.
Re: Voice
He threatened Peeta too.
I shot him through the shoulder.
Voice
Re: Voice
The rough part is where I did it so he would fall off the roof of the cornucopia we were stranded on.
Into the pack of wild Mutts, that ate him. Slowly.
Voice
Beautiful.
Re: Voice
Now, he was a desperate boy, just trying to stay alive like the rest of us in the Games. I felt bad for him.
So imagine what I'll plan for you, if you cross me.
Voice
Voice