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Finnick could hear the sound hidden in this boy's voice. he was used to hiding his souls so deeply in a bright smile or something charming. But the concern for a loved one, the pain, he knew that well. His blue eyes took in the figure. Far too young to feel the way that he would. While Finnick was a victor, the odair man felt more like a poster boy than anything else. He hadn't heard the news yet. But he had half a mind to push through all these people in order to ensure this knowledge. "No, mate." he started. "But I heard at least five. Anyone in particular?"

it had been three months, three months since he'd laid eyes on his twin. he'd been begging since he'd gotten to district thirteen for them to rescue aurora. at first they'd had reasons they couldn't go right away, but reasons became excuses pretty quickly and he'd just had to accept it, keep his head down, do his job. but today he had hope that finally, finally they'd been rescued and he'd have a chance to explain. his eyes desperately searched the crowd of people coming off the hovercraft, looking for a face he thought he knew so well, trying not to elbow anyone in order to get a good look. "how many people did they rescue, do you know?" he asked no one in particular.

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Starter Call-

Muses: Primrose Everdeen, Finnick, Odair, and Melody ward

Like, reblog, or reply for a starter or plotting from one of my babies. If you could say in the replies, I would love you forever.

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"I am fond of bitching people out," Finnick teased with a charming smile. Though his blue eyes lingered further on the girl with concern. As much as he tried to hide his heart under a bushel, the odair boy always cared for people particularly younger people in the clutches of the machine of the capitol he had undergone. Anyone could get cagey in this underground tomb tat promised their freedom. He longed for his rope. For his wife. The blonde had yet to figure her out yet, but he would. Secrets and people were his recipe. "Well, I am glad to see you taking care of yourself and safe, love, but I do not understand the fuss. Unless there is something deeper lingering."

"if you're here to bitch me out, save it." auggie scoffed, only glancing vaguely in the direction of an approaching person. "they've already checked me over. no pox, cough, or explosives to be found." she understood the caution on a logical level, but honestly, she'd just fled the only home she'd ever had in the hopes they'd even let her in to this stuffy bunker. she wasn't like the district people fleeing. she wasn't some poor woman with nowhere to go. she wasn't even a rebel, not really, just knew enough of them to, apparently, give her an in. forgive her for being annoyed, even if she knew the caution wasn't unfounded. "unless you've got any of that stuff, in which case i'm totally snitching."

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It was a day a thousand dreams would die and a thousand would be reborn. A hand ran the length of his blonde hair back. Movement had always been helpful to relocate his mind. Finnick Odair knew what it was to be a charmer. Sure, district 13 wasn't exactly the colorful stage that he had practice being on. His heart was heavy, but it was hidden behind a wall. He liked to be memorable and figure people out. His smile was warm as it claimed his mouth and pulled heavily at the edges of his mouth. But they were fighting for freedom. With cat like grace, his feet kissed the ground on the way to the handsome figure. "I suppose the lovely sight makes it worth it, pretty boy. But I do miss the sunshine. Finnick Odair, at your service."

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He'd been sitting here watching people pass through, new and known guests. Almost everyone was someone Leonidas could put a name to. His job had been to know people in the capitol and the victors he knew them too. "Welcome to District 13." A grin came to his face, they could be friend or foe, by now Leonidas was good at figuring that out. If his new companion was happy or angry about their current situation it would be important for him to find out. Even if he had a general idea how most were feeling. "Lovely little hole in the ground."

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There was something about elder siblings that made you always a younger one. A child in their eyes, but Gale always treated her more capable than Katniss did. Warmth was good in this place. District 13 was the closest to relief and hope. And yet, it felt like a beautifully dressed up coffin. Still, she could do something good here. Something helpful. Though, the brunette worried that she might not be able to really help those around her. People in the hob had less options. And ironically, they seemed to need less mending than this war torn safe haven had. Ironically, part of the reason she had stayed alive while Katniss was in the games was his company and the food he brought him. There seemed to be less broken pieces of the boy. Like the bone in him hadn't been set right, but had been twisted into place. More than anything, the Everdeen wished she was like her sister. that she had her bravery and stubbornness and seeming inability to doubt herself. My babes. How odd to find joy in the cool kiss of belonging. Every rose had thorns. If the capitol plucked petals, they'd get it driven up a vital organ enough to draw blood. "Well, I seem to be neck deep in blood and gore most of the time. Please try to keep your recruits from injuring themselves. I know its war, but I have treated enough gun wounds from friendly fire. How do you- Your like a big brother to me so I will be real. How do you it? swim upstream like this trying to bring others with you. My optimism is still present, but I fear the leaking of joy."

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Gale made a smile pull on her world weary lips. Her dark orbs rolling fondly at his over protective teasing. She may never have been gifted a brother, but Gale was more then good enough to fit the role. just his presence made her feel safe. He even still smelled like the woods in twelve after so long in the dark, underground of district 13. even at her middle age, the Everdeen girl wanted to be impressive to the hunter. To impress him with her wit and capability. but more, because he seemed to worry just as much as her sister. "If by trouble, you mean that they continue to forget bodies are breakable, then yes, Solider Hawthorne. But even if it's hard for you to believe, I can stick up for myself... most of the time." Prim teased though she hoped the weight on her shoulders didn't show as he asked. Gale may act obtuse with emotions, but he could read people quite well. "I should be helping you. I'm not sure any of us are safe, but I try to be an optimist. Having you here makes me feel better"

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JOSEPH MORGAN AS KLAUS MIKAELSON THE VAMPIRE DIARIES SEASON 2 EPISODE 22 klaus + blood

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KLAUS MIKAELSON - The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017) ↳ 4.4 'The Five'

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Primrose had never felt older as she watched the lack of reaction on the girl. That amount of blood and gore and stupidity shouldn't run off her back like a duck in water. But maybe the brunette had always seen things a little more emotionally than other people. Her mind already in business mode. Her words made sense. Yet, it would be easier to take this dilemma than running through the entire hospital to help. The words 'quite loud' shouldn't have put a bit of a smile at the edges of her mouth. Should she traumatize this kid? "Makes sense. sorry. My breather didn't help. I'll... Sure. As long as you don't get sick on me. Not that you seem the type."

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Lovely. More carnage. Primrose had hoped to have a breather, but duty called and so did the schedule imprinted onto her arm. Medicine was her life. It could help her to stop death and despair and gave her something that she could understand. Cressida was young and beautiful. It grieved her what she had to see. But it was hope for the future. For what could be done. Concern knitted her brow but the middle aged woman sent a small smile the girl's way. Shot himself was something. "Right," the word set her into motion. A soft sigh. And you. It was good to be needed considering she was not Katniss Everdeen. "Thank you for coming to me. I am Primrose or Prim. My mom had a thing for flowers. Do you which part of the med bay they took him too?"

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Melody was not an optimist. Most people who had won the Hunger Games were not. Yet, they all played their own sort of roles in the end. She was sarcastic and charming when necessary, but gloom hung on her like a shadow most of the time. The kiss of the sun was missing in leui of florescent lights. The ocean had been the way to escape her demons. Now, the demons of memories could get their claws into her skin as they fought for their freedom. Freedom of all the districts. And a martyr was just as powerful as a leader for a cause. Not that she was eager to die. It was just realistic. She could tease and be unserious to anyone else. Yet, Melody was cunning and smart. She knew how plan a battle. After all this was Panem, this was more than an unexpected turn. It was an unchecked slide into hell. The truths of the world wish to be known, but they won’t force themselves upon you the way lies will. They’ll court you, whisper to you, play behind your eyelids, slip inside and warm your blood, dance along your spine and caress your neck until your flesh rises in bumps. Snow played god. But even gods had weakness, gods could certainly fall. She sighed. An over dramatic sigh on her lips. "Well, this isn't district four. But I suppose it beats whatever hell I am going too." she muses. Aware of the shadow around her. Words were weapons and seeds. Where you plant them and how they grow was tedious business. She may let her anxiety bite others even in a flirtatious way over hiding away her heart like usual. Things hidden behind walls were harder to find. Her blue orbs took in the figure with a catlike tilt of her heart shaped chin. Calculating or intrigued was a knives edge. But she needed someone. especially if Finnick and Annie or the other victors from her district were nowhere in sight. "Aren't you pretty, angel fish. Too bad we will rot away here until we can bury him under hell." A hand held out.

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legacies meme: [7/7] characters

Lizzie Saltzman ━ I have decided to permanently unleash my inner bitch.

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Legacies ▫️ 2.08

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LIZZIE SALTZMAN LEGACIES | S04E15

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Melody was naturally distrusting. her humor made her somewhat charming to people, but the way to protect your heart is to put a wall around it. District 13. Would this be better or worse? The blonde certainly missed the ocean already. She had heard of this man. But talk was one thing. Blue eyes mischievous and calculating with brightness as she took him in. Did she introduce herself to the charmer? Who knew? She resisted the urge to mention that it felt like a coffin. Not that the gray suits were the worst thing she'd been forced to wear. "I'd say its a pleasure, sir, but it's kind of a necessity. Nice to see someone having fun even if it's not me."

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He'd been sitting here watching people pass through, new and known guests. Almost everyone was someone Leonidas could put a name to. His job had been to know people in the capitol and the victors he knew them too. "Welcome to District 13." A grin came to his face, they could be friend or foe, by now Leonidas was good at figuring that out. If his new companion was happy or angry about their current situation it would be important for him to find out. Even if he had a general idea how most were feeling. "Lovely little hole in the ground."

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Melody knew a fellow Victor when she saw one. Maybe vases who weren't exactly set right had a way of seeing the beauty in one another. Yet, the dark current underbelly in her still spoke of fight especially with the yelling. Medical knowledge was something she passingly had. But if it would aid in silence, the blonde would get into motion. "You are very pretty and have a point, but I am not the one you have a bone to pick with. Do you want help or to linger in misery?because the later can be surprisingly fun."

"i swear, if one more person who has been hiding down here for years tries to tell me to be grateful ... " her jaw flexes and despite her injuries she still feels the addictive pull of her centuries old rage in her bones.

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Ashley Moore. Female . She/her ➶ i recognise that face ! primrose Everdeen, the 32 years old medic from district 12 . they’re lucky to have escaped to / district thirteen during 94th hunger games and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so kind & overtly trusting .  – queen . 23 . She/her . Cdt . Sa and CSA

jenny boyd . cis woman . she / her ➶ did you see them ?! they were a spectator  during the 94th games, and you know they were one of my favourites ! it’s melody ward  , the twenty three year old winner of the ninetieth hunger games! they brought great honour to district four and escaped to thirteen during the 94th games ! the world just loved them for being so funny, even if they have been known to be hardened to the world at times . 

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"Well," Primrose started with a barely contained smile. It was the natural form of her mouth even if she was in thirteen and war happened. It just reminded her so much of her older sister and some of the disdain that rang through her features about this situation. Being a sweeter side didn't stop a girl from having her edges. "I can definitely take a punch and a strong word or two. But I would like to help you? If it helps, I am from district 12. I don't love this underground 'paradise'."

"i swear, if one more person who has been hiding down here for years tries to tell me to be grateful ... " her jaw flexes and despite her injuries she still feels the addictive pull of her centuries old rage in her bones.

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Trauma was different on a lot of people as it was a hard shadow to wear. But she saw this woman had it well. Her way of asking for help reminded Prim vaguely of Katniss. She shot a kind smile though her eyes reveled in the safety net of concern. Hands could heal and hurt all at once. Getting to her feet, the Everdeen girl nodded. "I absolutely can help. But we have to walk towards the med center? If that's okay, unless you want to stand here while I go?" Trauma could extend to places and she didn't want to start anything when the girl was asking for help. She'd bring a few options. Having only seen from a distance in the odd lighting of 13 the girl's hands. "I appreciate you asking. You don't know how many people suffer in silence or try to find things themselves. I am Primrose or Prim."