mmidnight

The Returned [Rare]

Not gonna lie, this doesn't feel like much of a collab when you're choosing everything.

The Returned [Rare]

Thank you! :3 The cake goes nicely with the gore in your signature, haha.
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Name: Andrew Milles
Age: (appears to be) 21


Name: Michael Milles
Age: 44
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I could give a quick background on him, but I'd rather let it come out through the story. We know he got into an accident already but there's other stuff about him I'd like to keep secret. If you'd like anything else on there, please let me know!

Reading RPs. Period. Just reading.

I find myself reading the NRP's a lot, and even some in arena that have interesting concepts. It's pretty fun!

Buying Life [Shoshin and mmidnight]

“No,” James repeated, his voice equally firm. This wasn't something that he was going to budge on, and he didn't care that Jack Cassidy was going to have some kind of vendetta against him for it. Moving up a surgery for no reason other than money was unethical and Elizabeth Charles' parents were already on their way to say goodbye. He and Gabriel and everyone else who worked at the hospital were simply doctors, men and women who had no right to play god and James would stand by that practice. If Gabriel wanted him off of the surgery for his refusal to do the dirty work, so be it. There were many other hungry residents in the program who would have taken his place in a heartbeat—no pun intended.

He grasped Hannah's chart in his hand, prepared to hand it over to Gabriel when he asked, but the man seemed to relent and perhaps this wasn't a lost cause after all. He listened to the other man and whatever hope he had for the situation being turned around was quickly fading away. The blonde doctor knew exactly what men like Jack Cassidy were capable of; he'd grown up around it and his father was one of those men himself. The smug look on Gabriel's face made James want to come clean with his lie, one up the other doctor and tell about where he actually came from. D.C. was a disgusting place, wrought with white collar crime and gilded streets that hid the filth below. It made New York look small time, like it was nothing.

The talk of suicide caught James' attention, and perhaps if he had been aware of the conspiracy beforehand, he would have reconsidered his refusal. The suicides had happened years before James had ever been to New York, and it had been a local thing, not an issue that would have made it to the national news. He had been hard at work and studying in Chicago at the time, and he hadn't even had a spare moment to pick up a newspaper, let alone get involved in any kind of discussion about suicide. James didn't like the tone that Gabriel was taking with him, and even if he would have understood the gravity of the situation, he still wouldn't have liked it.

Eyebrows furrowed, James tilted his head. “Are you threatening me?” he asked, making sure to keep his voice down, although he was sure that Hannah was out cold. “What are you going to do? Tell that old fuck that I'm not going to change the surgery around and then toss me out the window?” He gestured over to the large window that overlooked the city, quite the drop. “I'm still not doing it,” he decided. “I'd rather quit right now than hurt people like that for nothing.”

School Of Stars | Fight To The Top

It's my birthday today and I've had a busy week so far. I haven't done much of anything besides make a thread for someone else and answer a few messages. You can post yours if they're done though, I didn't think you were waiting on me or anything.

The Returned [Rare]

Sounds good to me. Anything specific you like in a CS?

The Returned [Rare]

Here we are! Sorry that took so long, I had some things to finish up last night.

I guess we should iron out the fine details before we get started. We need a family name since they're brothers. We should probably pick a city as well, either real or fictional. I have no preference for either.

Chicago Fire

-WITHDRAWN-

Beyond a Fire's Embers

In the arena, there were no friends and everyone was fair game. Haymitch had gone into this once before with the mentality that friendship could conquer some of the brutalness of the games, that sticking together and forming alliances would do good. In the end, becoming a Victor had only hurt more and Haymitch still remembered Maysilee Donner, and what it felt like to feel someone die. The whole time while in the arena, he had tried his best to protect her and then she struck out on her own, not wanting to be the one to kill him. She had only been on her own for a few minutes before she was attacked by a flock of neon pink bird, their razor sharp beaks slicing through her neck like a warm knife in butter. Haymitch had saved her pin, the Mockingjay that was passed onto Madge from her mother, and then to Katniss. Haymitch may not have been able to save Maysilee, but Katniss still had a chance.

He stuffed a large bite of bread into his mouth and chewed slowly, still listening to Katniss as she went on to mention Gale's brilliant idea from the year before. At sixteen, if someone had mentioned running away to escape the Hunger Games, he probably would have taken the chance. Of course, years ago, the fence that kept the residents of 12 hostage still worked, and getting out would have been just as deadly as any arena. “Could of,” he finally nodded, finishing off his bread. “Should of,” he added as he scooted closer to the fire and warmed his hands.

Snorting, Haymitch nodded again, and even cracked a smile. That would be something to see, a tribute faking sick. “Can't die today, I've got a fever,” Haymitch mocked, laughing. He rubbed his hands together for the friction, warmer already thanks to the flames. “The other winners are just as angry about this as you are, I'm sure,” he began, “but you've got an advantage. You're the new thing, the hot commodity. You're going to have alliances and you're not going to need Peeta to win people over for you.” Everyone in Panem knew what Katniss could do with a bow and arrow, any tribute, past or present, would be crazy to not want to join up with her.

For a brief moment, Haymitch thought of telling Katniss about his own games, but he wasn't sure he was ready to go into the gory details. At the time, he had been happy to come home, but returned a different person and drank to forget. The memories would always be there, and Haymitch hoped that when he stepped into the arena for the second time, it wouldn't be anything like the first. He didn't want to see a single candy-colored sunset, or artificially green leaf, no neon blue water and definitely no birds that were capable of sawing necks in half. Katniss didn't need to hear those things from him, she would see for herself eventually, and hell, she had lived it to an extent. However, she deserved to know more about him, and what he had to say could help to save her life down the line.

“Has anyone ever talked to you about the year I won?”

Standing there in front of Gale with nothing to say had never been more awkward. Normally, conversation came easily between Prim and Gale, but things had obviously changed and that was unsettling. She hadn't thought that telling him not to volunteer, that trying to protect him, would drive Gale away so quickly. Perhaps it had been silly of her to think that their friendship had meant something, that it had been special and not just something to do while Katniss was away. Everything was a mess, and the secret feelings that Prim had for Gale only served to complicate things even more. The young blonde had never had her heart broken before, and she was growing nervous as she wondered if this was the last time they would really have together.

There wasn't time to say much, to ask questions about his hunting, or his family, because it was time for dinner. Prim didn't have much of an appetite, and found herself pushing her meal around her plate with her fork. Occasionally, she would glance over at Gale and want to say something, but no words came out. Besides, she didn't want to worry her mother, the woman was just starting to recover from the knowledge that Katniss would have to go back into the arena, and Prim didn't want to add any stress to her life. She was content to eat, to take a few bites here and there and let her mother field Gale's questions about spending time with Katniss.

“That was good, Prim,” the older blonde smiled at her daughter and Prim smiled in return. She could tell that her mother needed rest, her blue eyes were starting to flutter.

“You should go to bed, mom,” Prim suggested with a soft smile as she got up to gather the plates. The older woman agreed, giving her daughter a kiss on the head a polite goodnight to Gale before leaving the room.

The air between them was still awkward, but Prim took his plate anyway, setting the dishes in the sink to be done. She ran the water, trying to distract herself, but all she could think of was Gale in the next room and trying to fix their friendship. Biting at her lip, the blonde turned off the water and quickly strode back into the dining room. She licked her dry lips, “I'm sorry for the other day. I...if you want to volunteer, you should. I didn't mean to...” She sighed, heart beating rapidly in her chest. “I'm not mad at you.”

School Of Stars | Fight To The Top

Alright, sounds good. I'll get to work on mine tonight as well. I have some things to do first, but if I need a break from replies, I'll do this instead.