first snare

[fanstheflame]

( Cut for Catching Fire spoilers )

[but the ground is sand. suddenly, inexplicably sand. warm, and fine, and smelling like sun and salt. he opens his eyes and sits up despite the protest in his ribcage, sand sticking to the undersides of his forearms, getting into his cuts and the wound on his cheek as he blinks against the sudden sun and looks around.

a beach. he's on a beach. sudden fear grips him]

No. They didn't.

[and then the fear is replaced by hot, familiar rage. he cranes his head up, searching for the skycams, and even as he starts to bellow, he's calculating what time it is, how long he has before the next horror he'd seen on the TV, how much time he's got to come up with a plan and find the others that are left. to find Katniss.]

LOOK AT YOU! YOU'RE SO DESPARATE THAT YOU BREAK YOUR OWN RULES? What do you think I'm honestly going to do? Scream for help? Break down and cry?

[he casts around in the sand with heat-blistered fingers until he finds a rock. it's the only thing he's got right now - as he hasn't noticed the journal just yet - but he'll sure as hell use it]

You picked the wrong guy, you know that? YOU PICKED THE WRONG GUY!


[sorry, Gale, this isn't the Quarter Quell arena. it's the Seasons Room. ... someone please, please tell the new guy to calm his shit down?]

Chit-Chat

[peacockherald]

I sincerely hope that is not an regular occurrence. It is a strange enough day as it is - appearing once every four years.

[See, this would not a strange comment... except it obviously sounds like he is talking to himself as there is a pause and then - ]

I suppose we could ask them if we ever got home, though the literature in the library does not give meaningful insight into it.

[Pause]

Now, you had better not be telling that to the others if we go back! You'll send them into a panic. Like we need more of it.

[Again, a pause, and a small laugh.]

All right, all right, a sweet cake for your silence.

[The journal can be a sneaky thing, can't it? Because it is open and broadcasting this as Vanyel walks with Yfandes through the thawing grounds flipping through the journal, and since they are right next to each other, well, why not talk aloud? Of course, if you do not know about Yfandes, you have just been treated to a very strange conversation.

Which he fails to realize as he continues on, though this time is is actually addressed to people - ]

( Anyone with Magical Abilities  )

 [ooc: I live! So, journal or action! :3 ]

002 :: Written

[wash_tub_woes]

Week three of hopeless exile.

Still no sign of Gorgs. That doesn't mean they aren't around here, but that they are possibly just hiding, as I have a great sense of danger and danger most probably means Gorgs. Perhaps they're just planning to set up a trap for me.

I am still trying to be careful around the silly creatures, of which there seems to be a lot of. I bet they're carrying incurable bacteria not known to Fraggle-kind.

If any Fraggle should come across this journal in the future, please tell Red that I'm sorry I couldn't make it to her rock-hocky tournament, and Wembly that his banana shirt is pressed and neatly hanging in my Fraggle hole.

I will most likely die here.

chapter eight; double the fun

[checklist]

[ If you are in the castle today, odds are you're going to find two little fillies around somewhere. They seem to be on a mission, a mission to find something. And that mission leads them to the unlikeliest of places: inside of cabinets, under a couch, even rifling through the closet of random residents. Don't ask how they got into your room with the doors locked. They're magic.

Feel free to ask what they're up to, chastise them for rifling through people's belongings, or just run into them where it's least expected.


Open all over the castle, obviously. ]

7 † ( dictated )

[descendent]

What kind of species exist in Paradisa? I know we're all not human - [ elena isn't ] - but that hasn't affected the way we co-exist, has it?

[ she's been hearing things about talking ponies which do not exist in her world as far as she knows. considering mystic falls is rich with vampires, witches, werewolves and doppelgangers, elena's not new to the rainbow civilisation. she thinks this might help her settle in just a little more; see how special everyone else is and see how ordinary she is in comparison.

... and she's jealous she hasn't really met a talking pony yet. goal for 2012: befriend one. ]

Are there any species that are no longer here?

[ MYSTIC FALLS FILTER / WRITTEN ]

I'm buying getting myself a new diary. I know it's late, but my other one ... I feel like I should keep this tradition up. So, I was wondering if anyone wanted one?

THE THIRTEENTH BODY | (dictated)

[compels]

So, here's a weird thought. Three days and I'll be celebrating the end of my first year in our little Hell-castle. Talk about wild. Got the old journal to prove it.

Anybody figure out what they're going to do with that warm, fuzzy record of Paradisa-past, by the way? I was thinking maybe bon-fire. [ It happened to have any record of him and his messy decision to slaughter residents and townspeople alike to look like the hero, so, well, he's not eager to keep it around for the memories. ]

ūnus

[periculis]

[ The last thing Cinna remembers clearly — well, as clearly as he can through a bloody daze — is Katniss on her metal plate, waiting to be lifted into the Arena for the third Quarter Quell. Then came the surprise blow to his head, and everything went black.

The cushion he feels underneath him seems too plush — President Snow's office, maybe? Doubtful, as if the old man would want what such a nice chair ruined with blood.

As he opens his eyes, his vision is filled with the spacious lobby of the castle, and it throws him off even more. He uses a hand to wipe away some blood to keep his sight clear, trying to take it all in through the pain.

This is not the Capitol, that much he is sure of at the moment.

Cinna lets his hand drop and leans his head against the high sides of the armchair he currently occupies. His eyes close again for a moment as he tries shoving away the throbbing in his head. Wherever he is, he would need some medical attention for this injury. Against his better judgement, he lets out a soft but pained chuckle, not noticing the open journal on the side table next to him as he speaks. ]

Oh, girl on fire, what mess have I gotten myself into now...


[ ooc; By the way, anyone replying after Black-Box can assume he's been treated by now, unless you want to find him a bloody mess ksjdfg. ]

006 :: Written

[lifeandpride]

Perhaps this is a long time coming, but I find myself in need of a few things. Since I try not to wish if I can help it, that means I'll be asking the general population for a bit of help and information.

I am in need of two things at the moment. A sword, preferably with a curved, one sided blade. The other is more common, a simple notebook. I think it would be best if it had a sturdy binding and blank pages.

I'm a bit low on funds at the moment, however, so I may need to find some employment to pay for these things.

However, I'm not without some skill. Perhaps I can trade knowledge for some goods? Though, I have not been too far into town yet, either. Do the shops there hire people regularly?

I suppose I must accept that I will be here longer than I anticipated.

Welcome to the 5th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

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( Filtered to Katniss )

 

( Filtered to Cinna and Rue )

 

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[is0latedthinker]

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[Someone's been thinking a lot about what Hesam had to say.]
[Written]
What are your plans for the future? Here, how many months - days, even - can you plan ahead for?

What happens here doesn't seem to have much of an impact on life - but that was before people came back to the castle with memories, instead of having forgotten.


Why the change?

o1 | cold, cold water, surrounds me n-- nope wait

[freying]

[ A woman has been dropped in the courtyard, her journal falling uncleanly open on top of her midsection. She's in apparent shock from the impact, and shoves at the journal while she struggles to sit up.

Meanwhile, she inaugurates her stay in Paradisa with a growing bloodsplotch on her journal pages, along with a confused, frantic call for: ]

Merlin?!