Post by Vester Lombard on Aug 25, 2014 12:24:13 GMT -6
The sponsors are closely watching the final tributes and making their final bids. It's time to put on a show for the cameras if you need a little help.
This may be one of your last chances to play your character. Tell the world everything you've been hiding up to this point. Cause some drama. Show some personality. Anything you want. The best/most interesting roleplayer in this thread wins 2 sponsor points. You may post as many times as you'd like.
Post by Alistair Kingsley on Aug 27, 2014 17:58:35 GMT -6
Al peered up to the cameras that were hidden in the trees, he only stayed silent for about half a minute before mustering up a fake laugh, looking down at the ground before he looked back up at the cameras. The entire training leading up to the Games and the time in the arena, Al had kept himself calm and collected. He was the rational one out of the two of them. His stability rarely wavered but tonight in the face of death, and Al knew death was coming, he was feeling his iron resolve crumble. He was scared to die and he was scared for what will happen after he does. That sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach had grown ever since he had watched Ashton die back by the sharks. But now with the promise of sponsors helping them now, Al felt his nerve break. Help now? What about before? It wasn't fair and he really just wanted to yell about it..."You know what? Fuck it." Alistair turned to face the direction he thought the cameras were, he was really just picking a blind spot.
"You got me, Sponsors, Gamemakers...you got me. You really want me to tell you why you should save my poor miserable life instead of letting me rot in Jurassic Park...which was a fantastic touch by the way. You want me to appeal to your better nature, which if I'm honest I don't think you have. You just watched so many tribu--people die in here since this started. Where were you then? If you had a better nature, you would have tried harder to save any of them. This is a joke, this is a fucking joke." Although his voice was even and calm, he could feel himself getting angrier. This wasn't going to cut it. His hands balled up into fists and he could feel heat creeping up in his cheeks. He was releasing all of the rage that he had bottled up since he arrived at the Capitol and even anger he'd repressed from years prior. Fuck being the collected one. Fuck keeping control. He was over it and he wanted to get this out. He threw his arms out and started yelling, tears of rage springing to his eyes.
"What, you want to hear about my problems? Make you care? You wanna hear about how I'm just a poor little gay boy from District 3 whose family didn't accept him and would force him to hide himself than admit that he was different. Boo fucking hoo. You want me to plead with you about how I want to go home, back to that! I'm not perfect, I'll admit a lot of reasons why I'm not. I'm selfish, I'm kind of an asshole, and I cut corners like it's my goddamn job. But I'm never going to admit that my sexuality made me imperfect and I just really want everyone to fucking know that because I know everyone is still tuned in. I know you're watching this..I couldn't say that before, but fuck it, I'm gonna die anyway, what is there to lose?" He stepped back and wiped some of the tears off of his face. His voice was beginning to waver but he continued, god damn it yelling felt good. He really needed to let this out. "And I realize this is kind of a lot and it's not so much related to my problems in here...but shit I'm releasing like ten years of repressed anger so just...let me have this one." His voice lowered and he wiped some of the tears away, looking down at the ground before deciding how to go about this next. He knew what he wanted to say...but not how. Spending a minute thinking, he sighed deeply before speaking again, his voice much quieter and more fit for the broken boy.
"I never thought I was going to win, I've said that since Day 1. I..don't think I ever wanted to. But that's not what you want to hear. You don't want to hear about how I'd rather die free in here than go back and live in that cage again. I don't want you to save my life because that life, the one I would go back to, isn't worth saving. If you really want to do me a solid, you'll give those points to Jaffie. That girl has fought her way through hell and I'm not gonna be here to help her anymore and I just, like,...don't want her to die. I really don't want her to die. Not like this. One of the sponsors commented during the Parade that they liked our camaraderie and man, gotta say, you have no goddamn idea. People have come and go in this fucked up alliance or whatever it's called but at the end of the day it's always been us. Small but mighty because we had each other..but it's not gonna be like that tomorrow. Please just, like, take care of her when I'm gone. I'm in these games to protect my sisters back home...so it makes sense to try and protect my sister in here. You want to help? That's how." He exhaled at the end of the speech. "Yeah. Think that's it. Shit that felt good."
He wiped at his nose and caught the last of the tears before inhaling deeply to regain his nerve and to find his center or whatever it was that made him sane. He felt better after that, he felt more at peace. No matter what happened in the long run, he was glad he got that out. He can die now, sponsors and gamemakers and other tributes be damned. Pulling out his bow, he readied it for actions and started back through the tower. It was time.
Post by Jaffe Maddox on Aug 28, 2014 22:02:50 GMT -6
Jaffe stared at her gun, still as intrigued as the first day she had grabbed it from the cornucopia, what luck. Had the capital known that she had been trained to use guns all her life? It was bizarre to her that they actually allowed such a powerful, almost cheap device, in the arena. For the first time she began inspecting it closely, looking at the chamber, the hammer, the hand grip... Wait was on the bottom? She noticed the small insignia of the mockingjay. Her heart stopped. This was not put in the cornucopia by the game maker she realized. It must have come from the resistance, an inside man! She was over come with emotion. All this time she felt abandoned by her loved ones when really they were giving her every opportunity to survive. That's why her mother had handed her the Tribute token... the bullet. Duh! Of course, the bullet was a the perfect caliber for her weapon that wasn't just by coincidence! Too bad she hadn't been able to stop the super human career... yet.
Cal Mensen: I believe you edit the post. You can either rewhisper to everyone (too much work), or copy and paste the whispers into public text. I'd imagine you'd want to give some sort of symbol or notation that they were once whispers.
Jan 23, 2016 17:42:35 GMT -6
Holly Edison: Just copy it before you go to edit...sometimes it disappears
Jan 23, 2016 18:37:20 GMT -6
Wren Hartwood: I hope everyone enjoys my amazing but wasted bird ending lol
Jan 24, 2016 10:16:08 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: It was pretty great, I could see it having been carried out as part of Wren's mind breaking, like a delusion only he could see
Jan 24, 2016 13:38:18 GMT -6
Holly Edison: READ ALL THE THINGS
Jan 24, 2016 14:06:01 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Archive binge!
Jan 24, 2016 15:47:17 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: I think reading all the other Day 9 locations hit me harder than the finale. Fuck...
Jan 24, 2016 17:38:46 GMT -6
Eloise Sugarglider: Anyones in particular, i havent madr it to binging yet.
Jan 24, 2016 18:17:59 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Yours... Watchtower... Market...
Jan 24, 2016 18:47:49 GMT -6
Gwendolyn Fisk: Wallace, I loved your Day 9.
Jan 26, 2016 16:56:35 GMT -6
Wallace Barker: Thank you! I loved reading everything that happened with everyone :3 SUUUUUPER depressing.
Jan 26, 2016 17:36:51 GMT -6
Holly Edison: I miss this game.
Oct 25, 2018 12:51:36 GMT -6
Cal Mensen: Same here, part of me wants to allocate some time aside to building a new one in a different setting. It'd be easier to devote time to if there's a shard interest.
Nov 26, 2018 10:38:10 GMT -6