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sextus

2012-09-19T20:04:04Z

Posted by: periculis

( filter; arya )

( filter; panem residents )

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quīnque

2012-08-01T03:58:43Z

Posted by: periculis

( filter; katniss & primrose )

[ meanwhile, you can find the stylist in the kitchen making a late-night snack: grilled cheese, with some additional fillings. he's humming to himself under his breath as he flips his sandwich. care to coerce him into having him make one for you? ]

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quātuor

2012-07-01T03:03:55Z

Posted by: periculis

( filter; panem residents )

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trēs

2012-06-17T22:20:43Z

Posted by: periculis

( filter; gale )

( filter; clove )

[ those two filters done and set up, the stylist settles into the couch he has decided to occupy in the castle lobby today. he has a set of various pencils by him, as well as sketchbooks, and is lost in his own ~~madness~~ world at the moment. he is periodically looking up and at residents floating in and out and taking details here and there. feel free to be nosy or catch him studying you intently! ]

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duō

2012-04-01T03:54:14Z

Posted by: periculis

( filter; private )

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ūnus

2012-03-08T23:16:44Z

Posted by: 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. ]

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