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Era ➴, Azula
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Jan 04, 2021 07:11PM
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((And Nora, you're really good at writing!!))
((The problem is yeah I wanna be in these rps with you guys but I feel like I shouldn't because I always feel like shirt because you guys are all so much better than me and I feel like these groups are probably for better writers than I am...Sorry for ranting, I'll shut up now, you don't wanna listen to my problems.))
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(and second you are in these RPs with us)
(also this isn't an advanced RP group, so either way it doesn't matter)
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((But at least your showing off is good. Mine's like B+ English work. I.
Can't.
Write.
I just feel bad because I feel like you expect more from me but I give you nothing.))
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Behind the curtain, Xia fidgeted with her clothes, an anxious habit. She hated dresses, but at least this one was a bit less restricting than the chariot gown, and thankfully there wasn’t anything long that she could trip on. Nervously, the girl remembered her mentor’s parting words: “Just be yourself. The crowd’ll love your innocence and the adorably naive comments you come up with are to die for.” Xia took a deep breath, trying to quiet the butterflies. Just be yourself. The words echoed in her mind over and over—almost so that she nearly missed her cue.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome our youngest tribute, Xia Ling!”
The girl bounced out onto the stage, blinking rapidly under the bright lights and with a huge smile on her face. She bounded over to the seat across from Havina and curled into it, practically floundering in the plushy cushions. Xia looked at the interviewer, eyes bright.
“Hello Xia,” Havina said with a warm smile.
“Hi!” Xia squeaked, her voice unusually high. She tried again. “Hi.” It came out more like a growl. Face bright red with embarrassment, Xia tried once more. “Hi!” Third time’s the charm.
They chuckled. “Well, Xia. How’s Capitol life treating you?”
Xia lit up like a neon lightbulb. “Oh, it’s awesome!” She exclaimed. “The food is amazing, I absolutely love the shower, the room is sooo fancy, and the pillows are perfect for a pillow fight!” Xia stopped abruptly, and, although it doesn’t seem possible, her face turned even more tomatoey than before. “I mean- Not that I’ve- I haven’t- There’s no one to-” The girl gave up trying to fix her words and sighed. Just be yourself.
Thankfully, Havina came to the rescue. “Well now that’s what I’ve been thinking, too! The pillows are just so fluffy it’d be a totally epic pillow fight.” Xia smiled gratefully. Havina leaned down and whispered—while still audible to the audience—“and just between you and me, the pillows are definitely the best thing this place has to offer.” They smiled jokingly then turned back to the crowd.
“Ok, now down to business. About the games, what sort of things are you good at?”
Xia frowned slightly. Just be yourself. “Weeell... I’m really good at tag! Xio and I would play all the time back at home. I always beat him, but it’s really, really, really, really, really, really,” she paused for a breath, “really fun.” Xia grinned, proud of her small achievement.
Havina laughed. “I bet it is! And Xio is your brother, correct?”
Xia nodded. “Yep! We’re twins!”
“Oh, well isn’t that fun!” The interviewer glanced out at the crowd and a few shouts of agreement rise. “Are you hoping for an ally for the games?” They asked the girl.
“Ally...?” Xia tilted her head adorably, unfamiliar with the word. “What’s an ally?”
“An ally is like a teammate. Someone to help you out. A friend of sorts.” They supplied with a kind gesture.
“Ohhh!” Xia nodded vigorously, but then paused a moment. Just be yourself. “Yes! I hope I get a friend! I didn’t really have many back home, but there’s a bunch of new people now, so maybe I can make some friends!”
“Aw, now that’s sweet. Well, I wish you the best of luck in your friend-finding.” Havina said, going along with the girl’s naive mindset. “And now, is there anything else you’d like to say?”
Xia squirmed in her seat for a moment before blurting out, “HI XIO!”
Laughing, Havina checked their watch. “Well, that’s all the time we have. Everybody, give a hearty cheer for the amazing—” they leaned towards the audience and covered their mouth with a hand, projecting their voice towards the people and pretending to keep Xia from hearing, “—and, might I add, adorable— District 8 tribute, Xia Ling!”
Blushing slightly, the girl did a small curtsy as best she could, and darted off the stage, a smile on her face, but tears threatening to spill.
There. That was me. Just like you said, I was myself. But . . . But then why does it all feel so wrong . . . ?
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[[XD YES, SHE IS CUTE AND SO GONNA DIE...]]
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"From District Six, the charming Andy Villin!”
Andy waltzed onto the stage in her dress, a shimmering pink gown that flowed down to the floor, highlighting every curve and angle of her body. It had a low, plunging neckline and a high slit in the skirt, and she loved everything about it. There was something about the way she walked that just projected confidence, and the crowd was eating it up, cheering and applauding as if their life depended on it. She sat down sideways in her chair, hooking her legs over the armrest like she owned the place, and gave the crowd her usual grin.
"Hello, Miss Villin!" Havinia smiled back at her after the cheers finally died down. "How are you doing tonight?"
"I'm doing just wonderful!" Andy answered. "How are you?”
“I’m doing well, thank you for asking.” Havinia replied. “Welcome to the Capitol! Have you been enjoying yourself in the days you’ve been here?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Andy said. “It’s amazing! Everything is so comfortable, and the food is to die for- And the people are lovely!” She gestured to the crowd, getting another cheer.
Havinia nodded. Andy was a showman, someone they could work with. “So, how confident are you about going into the arena tomorrow?”
“I think I’m more excited than anything, really. I’ve made some friends in the past few days, and we could probably conquer the world together if we tried.” Andy paused for a moment. “Of course, one of them is rather… alluring, if you know what I mean.” She winked at one of the cameras.
There was a collective ooh from the crowd, and Havinia beamed. They hadn’t been expecting that. “Oh, my,” They said, leaning forward. “Tell me more! Which one?”
Andy shook her head with a knowing smile. “I can’t tell you who just yet, that would spoil the fun!” She teased.
Havinia sighed, but quickly went back to being all smiles. “Well, I’m afraid that’s all the time we have. Andy Villin of District Six, everyone!”
Andy stood up and waved to the crowd, spinning around in her sparkling dress as she walked off stage. The crowds cheered and clapped loudly as she left, and she smirked to herself. It was almost too easy. She could play these people like a violin.
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Behind the curtain, Xia fidgeted with her clothes, an anxious habit. She hated dresses, but at least this one was a bit less restricting than the chariot gown, and thankfully there wasn’t anything..."
((OHMYGOD SHE MAKES ME HEART MELT I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHH))
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"From District Six, the charming Andy Villin!”
Andy waltzed onto the stage in her dress, a shimmering pink gown that flowed down to the floor, highlighting ever..."
((Damn she's an icon. "Alluring" AHAHAHAHAHAHAH this is gonna be good))
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((I wonder who that "alluring" person could be. It's soooo not obvious. Seriously though does she think people don't know lol it's so obvious))
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because they're all gorgeous and all mysterious))
*I don’t even think I could compete with y’all when I get to my interview god😭😭*
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((Yea you'll do better than me lol))
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Almana walked out from backstage amid roaring cheers and applause, her face a blank mask. It was the closest she would get to pretending she didn't hate everyone in the room. She was wearing a black dress with geometric designs embroidered in gold, with her ebony hair braided into a crown. Her mismatched eyes scanned the crowd for a familiar face - one she knew she wouldn't find. Felix wouldn't be here. She would be wherever the rebellion was. So why was she looking for her?
She took her seat as the cheering died down, and Havinia smiled. "Welcome, Miss DeSheol! How are you?"
"I'm fine," Almana said stiffly. Everyone in the crowd waited for more and seemed disappointed when they realized they weren't going to get it. Havinia frowned for a moment before snapping back to that fake smile.
"Lovely! And how have you been enjoying the Capitol?" They asked. The cheerfulness in their voice had faded a little bit, like they already didn't like her. Don't worry, she wanted to tell them, I don't like you either.
"It's been... different," She started slowly. "Not at all like District One. I don't really have an opinion on it yet." Don't have an opinion. Please. You want to burn this place to the ground and all these stupid people with it. She didn't say anything else, which Havinia took as a cue for another question.
"So, you managed to get an Eleven in the training scores! Tied with Amarissa Cortez from District Four for the highest score on the board! How did you achieve that?"
That question, at least, was easy enough to answer. "I'm a fighter, and I'm efficient," Almana answered. "The people watching must have noticed that and liked it."
Havinia nodded. "Do you have anyone special back home who's going to be cheering for you?" They gave her a smug smile like they thought they knew something she didn't. "A significant other, perhaps?"
Almana froze. Of course they had asked her about this. "No. I don't." There was a slight bit of force in her voice that she hoped would tell Havinia to leave it alone, to ask anything else. They seemed to take the hint, and continued to the next question.
"Have you made any allies yet?" They asked. The crowd seemed interested in this one, and leaned forward in their seats as she answered.
"No, and I don't plan on it. I can't have someone else dragging me down." She said.
"Not even Miss Cortez? You two would be formidable, dare I say unstoppable, together in the arena. Two Elevens!"
Almana shook her head. "I can't trust any of them. Besides, I work best alone." She was talking a bit more now, and Havinia was determined to keep her going.
"How confident are you about going into the arena tomorrow?"
Almana glanced at the crowd. This was an important question, and it could get her some sponsors. "I'm going to win." She told them all. "I don't need allies, I don't need friends. I'm going to win, on my own."
The crowd went wild at that, but the words made Almana feel sick. That wasn't a promise she could keep, or even one she wanted to keep. She didn't want to win for these people, to kill for their entertainment.
Did she have a choice, though?
"Give it up for Almana DeSheol of District One!"
She barely heard them as she walked off the stage, lost in thought. Felix would have told off Havinia, shouted at all of them and said exactly what she thought. She would've been brave enough to yell, damn them and their games, right to their face.
And here Almana was, too much of a coward to do the same.
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((I thought Liam was gonna be Fey's and possible Xia's ally?))
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and sorry but no, a big part of her personality is being a loner and not making allies))
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Actually scratch Almana bc Shes too high level for him XD ))"
((XD))
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