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FAVORITE CHARACTERS BATTLE- IT- OUT IN THE ARENA!!
Ophelia (THE Avatar) wrote: "Kassi (The Crazy Idiot) wrote: "Ophelia (THE Avatar) wrote: "Kassi (The Crazy Idiot) wrote: "I'm sorry, i was bored"
You were bored so you decided to lash out at him? -_-"
:,( Now I feel really ba..."
No, ur not
You were bored so you decided to lash out at him? -_-"
:,( Now I feel really ba..."
No, ur not
Kassi (The Crazy Idiot) wrote: "When does the battle start?"
I've been ready all day. Just waiting for everyone and Jaye to get on here :P
I've been ready all day. Just waiting for everyone and Jaye to get on here :P
Well I'm here. I think Ophelia's here
Anyone who isn't here shall have their characters eliminated! That'll get them comin' ;)
Since there's only three of us here right now, do you guys want to do a little pre-game celebebration?
Okay. We'll wait a second for Ophelia.
Jaye and I were discussing at first to do a pre-Games ball for the tributes to get to know one another, form allies, and come to terms with who their true enemies are. How about we do this until everyone is ready to offically begin the Hunger Games!
Does that sound good to everyone?
Jaye and I were discussing at first to do a pre-Games ball for the tributes to get to know one another, form allies, and come to terms with who their true enemies are. How about we do this until everyone is ready to offically begin the Hunger Games!
Does that sound good to everyone?
My allies have been chosen! All my characters shall unite their strengths and ride to the top! Then kill each other :/
I don't want any of my fighters to die! ;'(
They're all the best!
...I picked a great team he he he he
They're all the best!
...I picked a great team he he he he
What are all they're strengths and weaknesses again? I need to know how to bring them down
So let the Ball begin!
You begin to feel a tickling sensation spreading throughout your body. It starts in your toes and makes it way to the roots of your hair. Instantly, you've forgotten everything you were doing - you're filled with wonder and confusion.
From the corner of your vision, a darkness begins to creep. You start to panick. Something is happening to you. Something is taking possesion over your whole body. You begin to loose your grasp on reality. At first, you fall slowly into the darkness but it speeds up. It snatches you up in it's hunger. You're gone from the world you've always known.
When you come back to your senses, you're in an unfamiliar white room. There is nothing in the room besides you and the white chair you sit on, which seems to bleed and blend into the floor around it at it's heels.
You sit in a painful silence for several minutes. In your awakening state, you don't know what to do. You can't remember how to move. You can't remember how to fight for your freedom, something you've almost certainly done for the majority of your life.
Then, without warning, a song sounds. It's a simple series of notes and then, on the white wall infront of you a seal appears. It's grey patriotic bird with a ring of ferns around it. Circling around the upper half, is words that read 'The Capitol'. These words are empty to you. You've never heard them used as such a proper noun before.
A series of pictures appear, a film explaining your presence in the unfamiliar room. According to the gravely voice that is lain overtop of a series of war photos, you are a contestant, a Tribute, in a very particular game called the Hunger Games.
In this game, you are too fight for you life against twenty-six other competetors. There can only be one winner. In the end, all the others will be dead.
Pictures and names flash on the screen. Your stomach tightens as you recgonize some of the names and releases at the other's you don't.
At the end of the video, the screen fades black to white but the voice remains.
"May the odds be ever in your favour", it says.
You're instantly filled with dread.
You sit there staring at the white wall, thinking of all you've done to get this point. Why you? Why now? You have no idea. The only thing you know is that you have to fight if you ever want to live a free life again.
After a several moments tick on, a door appears somewhere in the white wall. A group of four people come in, dressed in ridiculous clothing. They look like clowns to you.
"Who are you?" You ask in a grave voice.
"We are your stylists," one of the people say. "We are here to ready you for the Pre-Games Ball."
The wall behind you opens up to reveal a styling suite.
((Sorry. I apologize for a) the long post and b) for it being vague. I haven't written in second person before!))
You begin to feel a tickling sensation spreading throughout your body. It starts in your toes and makes it way to the roots of your hair. Instantly, you've forgotten everything you were doing - you're filled with wonder and confusion.
From the corner of your vision, a darkness begins to creep. You start to panick. Something is happening to you. Something is taking possesion over your whole body. You begin to loose your grasp on reality. At first, you fall slowly into the darkness but it speeds up. It snatches you up in it's hunger. You're gone from the world you've always known.
When you come back to your senses, you're in an unfamiliar white room. There is nothing in the room besides you and the white chair you sit on, which seems to bleed and blend into the floor around it at it's heels.
You sit in a painful silence for several minutes. In your awakening state, you don't know what to do. You can't remember how to move. You can't remember how to fight for your freedom, something you've almost certainly done for the majority of your life.
Then, without warning, a song sounds. It's a simple series of notes and then, on the white wall infront of you a seal appears. It's grey patriotic bird with a ring of ferns around it. Circling around the upper half, is words that read 'The Capitol'. These words are empty to you. You've never heard them used as such a proper noun before.
A series of pictures appear, a film explaining your presence in the unfamiliar room. According to the gravely voice that is lain overtop of a series of war photos, you are a contestant, a Tribute, in a very particular game called the Hunger Games.
In this game, you are too fight for you life against twenty-six other competetors. There can only be one winner. In the end, all the others will be dead.
Pictures and names flash on the screen. Your stomach tightens as you recgonize some of the names and releases at the other's you don't.
At the end of the video, the screen fades black to white but the voice remains.
"May the odds be ever in your favour", it says.
You're instantly filled with dread.
You sit there staring at the white wall, thinking of all you've done to get this point. Why you? Why now? You have no idea. The only thing you know is that you have to fight if you ever want to live a free life again.
After a several moments tick on, a door appears somewhere in the white wall. A group of four people come in, dressed in ridiculous clothing. They look like clowns to you.
"Who are you?" You ask in a grave voice.
"We are your stylists," one of the people say. "We are here to ready you for the Pre-Games Ball."
The wall behind you opens up to reveal a styling suite.
((Sorry. I apologize for a) the long post and b) for it being vague. I haven't written in second person before!))
I swear I don't know why all my pictures are so small -_- but thats Caine!
Jordan (The Gleek) wrote: "I swear I don't know why all my pictures are so small -_- but thats Caine!"
Okay this is sad, but I don't know how to add images. Can you help me?
Okay this is sad, but I don't know how to add images. Can you help me?
Ophelia (THE Avatar) wrote: "I don't either! That's what I've been trying to figure out this whole time!"
Good. That means I'm not the only one :)
Good. That means I'm not the only one :)
it's hard to describe b/c it wants to just put a pic when I put it all together, so maybe this is understandable?
start with < then no space img then a space src then no space = then no space " then no space paste the link in then no space " then no space / then no space a
start with < then no space img then a space src then no space = then no space " then no space paste the link in then no space " then no space / then no space a
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After much deliberation, this royal blue one shoulder dress catches Isabelle Lightwood's eye, and she falls in love with it!
After much deliberation, this royal blue one shoulder dress catches Isabelle Lightwood's eye, and she falls in love with it!
Kirby wrote: "it's hard to describe b/c it wants to just put a pic when I put it all together, so maybe this is understandable?
start with < then no space img then a space src then no space = then no space " th..."
LOVE YOU!
start with < then no space img then a space src then no space = then no space " th..."
LOVE YOU!
Kirby does it better than goodreads!
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And obviously, Isabelle is obsessed with high heels, so why not these?
Or these? What to choose?
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And obviously, Isabelle is obsessed with high heels, so why not these?
Or these? What to choose?
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As Isabelle contemplates the wardrobe of shoes, a hair stylist sits her down in a chair a begins working on her chair.
Isabelle finally agrees on some kick-ass heels --->
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and a hairstyle --->
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Isabelle finally agrees on some kick-ass heels --->
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and a hairstyle --->
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I have eye for fashion so dress them as you want!
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Isabelle asks the stylists to paint her nails like this:
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They agree immediately and say, "Anything you want, Miss Lightwood!"
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They agree immediately and say, "Anything you want, Miss Lightwood!"
Caine! Then Thalia, Cadel, Annabeth, and finally Alec
I'll post images as you go on
After the makeup stylist is done, Isabelle looks in the mirror.
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She shrieks with delight; it's exactly how she wanted the makeup to look!
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She shrieks with delight; it's exactly how she wanted the makeup to look!
Jordan (The Gleek) wrote: "Lovely!"
Your too kind ^_^
Dress up Caine now! He can't go out there lookin' like a fool!
Your too kind ^_^
Dress up Caine now! He can't go out there lookin' like a fool!
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You were bored so you decided to lash out at him? -_-"
:,( Now I feel really bad"
Ack I'm such a mean person. I'm sorry Kassi! :)