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Beyond a Fire's Embers

Hmm, I think Haymitch might be annoyed that they're hugging it out instead of training rather than being annoyed that she's hugging Gale. On the surface at least, haha. He totally loves her, he just doesn't know it yet.

Oh god, I don't think Prim could do that. It might be better to have Gale take the knife from her and throw it and then Prim could feel bad for the deer since it's more injured and she just takes the shot with the bow? I don't see her really toughening up until the arena and I had a plan where she would fight a non-victor tribute in the Cornucopia and win? I think she'll really come into her own once she accepts her fate even though she believes in Peeta's plan. But like I said, I'll go back and tweak and rewrite whatever if you need me to.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

She's sprunggggg, she can't help it. And yes, Katniss. Don't take that shit from him.

I thought that Katniss and Haymitch could show up at the tail end of them putting it down, and then I'd let Prim finish it? I thought maybe she could take the bow from Gale and actually land a shot. Unless that's a dumb idea >_<

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Or I could go back and rewrite it where Prim takes the bow anyway and puts it out of its misery. I just realized I didn't leave you with much to do, so I'm sorry. Whichever option you like is fine with me.

Our American Horror Story [Finnster&&&Mmidnight]

Name: Haley Ryan
Age: 21
Status: Ghost
Background:
Haley was the first victim of the Campus Killer, a serial killer who is still at large today. Before her death, Haley’s life consisted of parties, sex, drugs and constant texting on her cell phone. Having a full and fun social life was more important than getting up in the morning for her college classes, but each year she managed to pass by doing the minimum amount of work. Of course, flirting with her professors and doing a little bit of “extra credit” always helped. Behind her outward appearance, a pretty, fun girl who just liked to have a good time, lurked an unstable, needy and paranoid individual. Haley doesn't deal with rejection well, and she had the tendency to become obsessed with things—songs, details, people. Now that she's stuck in the house forever, these less than desirable qualities have only gotten worse. Although, she's incredibly manipulative and is able to fool most outsiders.
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Name: Travis Cary
Age: 25
Status: Ghost
Background:
Travis was a local electrician who was doing some re-wiring on the house after the last owners up and left the place in the middle of the night. The job was routine and although the house made him feel uneasy, Travis hadn't thought that anything would go wrong. He was naive, and terribly wrong when he ended up falling from a ladder and breaking his neck on the way down to the floor. Seeing his body lying there motionless in the foyer was surreal and Travis still hasn't fully adjusted to being dead. In life, he was a happy young man with a girlfriend, a house and everything going for him. In death, he's a shell of who he used to be and longs for human contact. He's often one of the first ghosts to show themselves when the house inherits new owners. Additionally, he's also the first one out the door on Halloween and loves to walk among the living for those few fleeting hours. He is grudgingly close with Haley, although she never told him that she was the one who pushed him off the ladder in the first place.
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Hope they're okay. Let me know if you'd like anything changed or added.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

No, it definitely won't be any time soon c:

Posted, btw c: Hope it's alright.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

The walk through the wilds was a little more difficult than Prim had expected. In the past when she had gone out with Gale, the forest had always been brightly lit and felt secure but now that the sun had set, it was hard to see and Prim's eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness. She stumbled here and there, just like Haymitch thought she would, but the blonde girl made sure not to complain and to keep moving so as not to slow anyone down. She didn't care what Haymitch thought of her; Gale and Katniss were a different story and Prim never wanted to look like a burden. She didn't want the two of them to feel responsible for her anymore and it was hard not to feel guilty whenever either would ask how she was holding up, or if she was alright.

It wasn't long before the four of them found a place to make camp for the night. There was a small clearing among the trees with little debris that needed to be moved out, but the area was cleaned up in no time at all. “You know how to climb trees, Katniss,” Prim pointed out, curious as to why that needed to be practiced. During the last games, the dark-haired girl had spent half of her time in the arena up a tree, so Prim didn't see how that would be useful practice. The same could be said for making a fire—even Prim knew how to do that thanks to Gale. Bitterly, Prim thought that maybe it was Haymitch who was holding Katniss back, and not the other way around where the people who loved and cared about her were seen as a distraction. He had her sister doing things she already knew how to do, instead of preparing for more dire situations.

Prim kept her mouth shut, sure that Gale saw the look on her face and extended the offer to collect wood and brush for the fire. She managed a smile at Katniss's warning before slipping into the darkness with the tall huntsman. The night was quiet and cool, and Prim found many small branches and patches of grass for kindling, which she carried in her arms as they stayed close and moved along together. It wasn't until Gale reached out to touch her did Prim start paying any kind of attention to their surroundings. She dropped what she had gathered and stilled, trying her hardest to see through the trees and feel any kind of gaze in return and then finally, she saw a deer moving through the trees. Its gait was unstable, the poor thing was probably sick of wounded; she didn't want it to suffer.

“Can you get it from here?” she whispered to the boy at her back. They were incredibly close at that moment, and the breeze that wafted through the forest carried the smell of pine, earthy and familiar—very much like home, very much like Gale. Prim shook her head, blushing in the darkness and embarrassed for thinking such things at a time. She crouched down slowly, knowing Gale kept a knife on his ankle. Her finger brushed over his skin as she grasped the handle and held the weapon firmly in her hand. Deep down, she knew that she wouldn't be able to use it, but she wanted to look brave.

Back at camp, Haymitch had just finished clearing out a space for the fire. It was away from the wind, not too close to the trees to be dangerous, but sheltered enough to keep it from going out. He stood up from the ground to stretch and looked over at Katniss as she spoke to him. He wasn't happy with the choice she had made, but stood by his decision to let her do what she wanted. He wasn't her mentor anymore and he never had been able to make her do much of anything when her mind was already made up. Haymitch would bear it, but he wouldn't pretend to do anything for her.

“Stop trying to be friendly with me, kid,” he felt the need to take her down a peg or two, although he wasn't sure why. In the last few months, he and Katniss had grown incredibly close, and she was the closest thing he had to a friend there in District 12. It was strange, because the former Victor had always though it would be he and Peeta that would bond, the baker being a guy and all. Maybe that was reaching a little, Peeta was too sweet to hang out with someone like him on a constant basis. Frowning to himself, Haymitch did his best to stop thinking and clear his head. He needed to focus on training, not the inner-workings of his odd relationship with a girl who had a bad attitude.

Scratching at the back of his neck, Haymitch raised an eyebrow at Katniss's words. “For what?” he questioned the girl, “they went to get firewood.” Unlike Katniss, Haymitch didn't have a sixth sense when it came to the woods, he had never been a hunter and preferred hanging out around the Seam in his youth rather than trying to get past the fence that had worked once upon a time. Regardless, Katniss worrying about Gale and Prim was the reason he hadn't wanted them to come along in the first place—they were slowing them down already, being distractions when Katniss needed to train and work on getting herself up a tree easier than she had in the last Games. He remembered watching her struggle with the other mentors, the way Gloss had mentioned taking her out himself had he been in the arena, and the shouting match that ensued afterward between himself and the other victor. Even then, Haymitch had felt the need to protect her, to cheer her on and help her even though no one liked her much, and she was rough around the edges. In a way, Katniss reminded Haymitch of himself, and he was left wondering whether that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

Even though they were home, and nothing too threatening could be lurking through the woods at this time of year, Haymitch was compelled to follow Katniss into the woods. “They went this way,” he sighed, nodding toward the north side of the clearing. He walked forward, leading the way as he checked the weapon secured on his hip. It was a small ax, something he had picked up at the Hob to train with. He had never been one for spears, or swords, or anything flashy; this worked just fine.

Keeping his voice quiet, Haymitch turned to the dark-haired girl, “do you hear them?” he asked, straining himself to hear as well. There was rustling not far off, but he couldn't be sure it was Gale and Prim.

Our American Horror Story [Finnster&&&Mmidnight]

Subbed.

Thanks for making this. It was a lot easier on me. I have two things that need immediate attention and then I'll get my mains up. Don't worry about CS's for side characters. I don't really think we'll need sheets for them unless they become really important?

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Remus had to settle with her because his boyfriend died :c I think JK said Ron was supposed to die at one point, but she changed her mind. I think that would have been interesting to see.

Hmmm, idk if there would be another games, even if there was no killing and everyone was basically a winner. I think they would take from the Capitol and try to redistribute the wealth. Maybe each district could even be self-governing. I don't really know and it's so far away. I imagine we'll get more and more ideas as we go and there's a lot to go through before we even have to worry about what type of government they'll have after the revolution.

Oh, god. The talk, haha. Poor kids. They'll figure it out on their own, I imagine. When constantly threatened, I don't think too many of them are worried about looking cute for each other.

I'm starting on it nowwww. I always feel bad for animals, idc about people dying in the arena but it's just a little deer D;

Beyond a Fire's Embers

That's really interesting. Did you see any dragons? :P Yeah, I didn't like how the Percy thing was handled either. Especially the way they just accepted him back into the family without any questions. Like, I know he showed up at the right time, but he was a dick for what he did and it wasn't like that was the first time he had turned his back on the family. I liked Molly, I thought she was cute, and I liked Fleur too. I didn't like Tonks either. She annoyed me in the books but she bugged the shit out of me during the movie. I never understood her and Remus.

Yeah, I agree. I think Prim and Gale will have their shippers. I think it's a little sad that we won't get to do another games with them where they get to talk about actually loving each other? Like, if I was a shipper in the Capitol and I was into Katniss and Peeta, it would have made me so happy that they survived and we got to hear from them the next year. Idk, just little things I think of, haha. But yeah, I think there will be mixed emotions about Katniss bonding with Haymitch and it might actually weaken the revolution a bit because it all started with her and Peeta's “love” for each other, so maybe some people in the districts won't take it as seriously. I know we said Katniss wasn't going to be as much of a symbol, but still. They have to have someone to rally behind.

Haha, omg, I just imagined Cinna showing her to pop and snap and then Katniss failing miserably at it. And yeah, Gale probably smells really nice. I'll probably have Prim realize that and create some more sexual tension on her part, even though she's really pretty innocent and naive.

Now you make me want to spend my money on the movie and not just get it online I: rude. I think you're already in bed, and I'm kind of on a roll with my writing right now, so I think I'm going to try and get that other thread done and then start on ours. If not, I literally have nothing to do tomorrow and you'll get first post.

The Uknown Island [Blox]

I'm sorry if that was long but I hope the post was okay!

The Uknown Island [Blox]

A person had a bigger chance of being bitten by a shark than dying in a plane crash. Marcus Rhodes just hoped there were no sharks around this island.

Traveling by plane wasn't a new thing to the large man. He had been doing it for nearly twenty years as a Marine, and didn't think this trip to the Sapphire Coast would be all that eventful. He remembered taking off and passing on the headphones for the inflight movie, instead choosing to have a drink and talk to Laura. The alcohol on airlines was always overpriced, but there was little that could bother the Marine as he sat with his new bride, exchanging kisses, laughing quietly and staying still as she fell asleep on his shoulder. At a height of forty-thousand feet, the sun spilled in through the windows of the aircraft, and the orange beams bathed Laura's face in a glow that made her look like an angel. He wasn't a soft man, but damn, Marcus loved her.

The next thing he remembered was falling out of the sky, the people around him screaming, the flight attendants attempt to make everyone remain calm as the engines on the wings billows black smoke behind them. They hit the beach hard, so much so that the hull had broken in half which sent debris and people scattering all over the beach. Marcus had been knocked unconscious by the impact, but came to when he felt the salty ocean lapping against an open wound on his forehead. He was still buckled into his seat, the belt holding strong as he lay face down in the sand. It was a wonder he hadn't suffocated. Groaning, shaking fingers released the metal clasp and it took a few moments for Marcus to realize what had happened. All of his training told him not to panic, but he couldn't help frantically looking around for his wife. It was then that he saw the plane, and finally registered that Laura was no longer in the seat next to him.

“Laura!” Marcus yelled, and then again, “Laura!?” There was nothing, though, no answer, just the sound of the fires that had sprung up around the plane, and the ocean coming in and moving out. Marcus jogged over to the wreckage, feeling various joints and bones protest with every step, and he had to wipe at the bleeding cut on his head as he approached. Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus saw another survivor, a woman and he changed course, going over to her instead of entering a plane that was bound to explode.

She looked dazed and scared, and the makeshift tourniquet around her ankle said that was she hurt, but not down for the count. If he could help her walk, maybe she could help him look for other survivors. “Can you walk?” he asked, kneeling down by her side at the palm tree. He hadn't bothered surveying the jungle behind them, yet, but the thick trees didn't look promising. “There could be others in the plane. You've gotta help me, ma'am,” he said, extending his hand to the brown-haired woman. They could work together on this.

Inside the plane, Maya Gill lay on her back, eyes focused on the ceiling that had formerly been the aisle-way. Her dark eyes darted around, chest heaving as she struggled to breathe, but no one else seemed to be awake, or rather...alive. The woman closed her eyes, head spinning as she attempted to piece together what had happened. The picture wasn't clear, and all Maya could recall was popping a Xanax and washing it down with a vodka-soda shortly after take off. She wasn't good with flying, but she had to get to her vacation somehow and sleeping until Brazil had seemed like a good idea at the time. Obviously, she had been wrong, very wrong about everything and should have stayed back in Los Angeles.

From her position, Maya did her best to assess the damage to her body. She had been wearing her seatbelt, but it had obviously been torn off upon impact. Wiggling her toes, now free of her five-hundred dollar high heels somehow, the dark-haired woman was relieved to feel that they still moved. She tried her legs legs next, and continued to move upward until she wiggled her fingers. There was pain in her hips, perhaps dislocated from the violent way she had been flung from her seat, and her ribs were tender as well, but Maya didn't think anything was beyond repair. She shifted a little, doing her best to sit up when she saw a man trying to get out of his seat. She watched, seeing him swing his way down and winced when she heard him crash down.

“Are you okay over there?” she asked, her voice far from steady. “Hello?” She didn't know if anyone else was alive, but black smoke was drifting into the cabin and Maya was worried about how much time they had left before they were dead.

From the front of the plane, Matt Nixon heard voices. They were distressed and panicked, apprehensive, but they were there. He was left strapped into his seat, hanging upside down with all of the blood in his body pooling in his head. The pain was intense, and his adrenaline was pumping, but he didn't think there was anything urgently wrong with him. It was strange to think that Matt's lifelong lucky streak had extended to this, a disaster, a tragedy, but the photographer was just thankful to be alive. He didn't care where they had landed, he didn't care about anything as long as he hadn't lost his life. It was selfish, and survivor's guilt was sure to hit him eventually, but it would be long after he was out of this plane, when he was back home and safe.

“Is someone there?” he asked, yelling. “I'm alive.”

Matt had made the choice to sit in the back of first class, right before that curtain separated him from coach. He liked it best there, always glad to have no one kicking the back of his seat and the privacy was nice for a nap. Although now he was regretting it and Matt felt incredibly cut off from anyone else who might have survived. He looked to his left, to the woman who had been sitting next to him and saw that she was unresponsive—more than likely because half of her face had been torn off. Matt thought he was going to be sick, and he felt his breathing quicken, fingers shaking as he called out again, “please help me! I'm up here!”

The clasp on his seat belt was stuck and Matt frantically yanked at the thick, nylon fabric and metal, trying to pull it away from his body. It was no use, though, and bitterly, Matt cursed the TSA in his head. If people were still allowed to bring sharp objects onto planes, maybe he could have gotten out of his seat and left the plane before the thing exploded. Listening still, Matt thought he heard voices coming toward the plane, he couldn't make it out, but the deep voice was coming closer and he thought he heard a second.

“Hey!” he yelled again, voice hoarse and raw, “we're alive! We're in here, help us!” He didn't know who else was there, unable to see behind him, but speaking for them seemed like a good enough idea. Just because he was a little selfish didn't mean he wanted innocent people to die.