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logged in to felicia to say ; walter hardy is absolutely the best father. father's day is always complicated for felicia, but she visits her father's grave with her mother. she doesn't make it a big deal even with her, might even make something lighthearted about it. it is an unspoken tradition, but felicia's mother always gives felicia time alone next to the grave, so felicia can have a moment alone with her father, &. talk, or stay quiet, whatever she chooses. felicia always ends up talking.

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hey all on this side!! i've decided that after my life settles after a month or so, &. i have more time to write; in the meantime, i will move felicia's blog! same url &. all &. i will obviously post the link here, but i just feel this blog is somehow already so cluttered &. a fresh start helps me get back behind the wheel! 🖤🐈

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' felicia would be very selfish in a relationship ' bitch-

I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE MAKING YOU HAPPY

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man, after that con-weekend: bg3 with felicia's playthrough is so on again &. i am all giddy about it

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meow

[ send text to: dazai ] you want something, don't you?

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meow? 🐈

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APPEARANCE STUDY : FELICIA HARDY / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓.

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i am down bad

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DISGUST SWIRLS WITHIN JADE HUES, : SHARP EYES OF THE FELINE FATALE SCAN THE CROWD. it is the same thing every year ; everything so glamorous at the start, something to blind contestants with. to show that this is the life. ALL LIES. the rot is deep, &. one doesn't even need sharp senses to detect it. ... many have approached already, compliment the diamond-like presence, dressed in elegance! carefully crafted smiles given, glossed blacks effortlessly curl &. let them see what she wants them to. some blatantly ignored, some sent away with words that charm, lull oneself into thinking something else. IDIOTS, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. claws itch, yet the predator must remain dressed as a house-cat ; this game was one that required patience.

@ninkaku : " so how do you like the party? "

A FAMILIAR VOICE COMES, : GLIDING TO HER SIDE WITH THAT SIMILAR GRACE SHE CARRIES HERSELF WITH. one with the shadows. she doesn't look, not quite yet. ... ❝ oh yeah, i am loving every second of it, ❞ silver-tongue dresses sarcasm into something that sounds like angelic melody. ❝ just like the year before, and the one before that, and the one, ... you get the deal. ❞ she adds, a vague gesture made with a flick of her wrist. INSTEAD OF SONGBIRDS, THERE ARE SNAKES IN THE TREES. the cat knows her way around them, &. to add, they have a language of their own. ... she holds the drink that has yet to be graced with black lipstick, but gaze tilts towards him now. ❝ so, ... found anything worth your time? ❞

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i feel like felicia unironically gets very into april fools

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can't believe in over a month i get to meet e.lijah wood AND n.eil n.ewborn

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PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE *  assorted dialogue from the 2013 film, adjust as necessary

if you die, and i live, i'd have nothing. nobody else that i care about.

it's different for you. your family needs you.

you have to live. for them.

nobody needs me.

i do. i need you.

how does that sound?

what if we set your backyard on fire?

he can't hurt me. there's no one left that i love.

remember who the real enemy is.

we got married... in secret.

we want our love to be eternal.

we've been luckier than most.

i just wanted to say that i didn't know [name]. i only spoke to him once.

he could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy.

that's a debt i'll never be able to repay.

she wasn't just my ally. she was my friend.

i couldn't save her. i'm sorry.

you guys look amazing.

so what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?

i wasn't talking to you.

will you unzip?

thanks. let's do it again sometime.

the way the whole "friend" thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

what's your favorite color?

now you've stepped over the line.

see, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

you have been our mission from the beginning.

the plan was always to get you out.

people are looking to you, [name].

you've given them an opportunity. they just have to be brave enough to take it.

we have seen a lot of tears here tonight.

you are angry. tell me why.

i'm getting totally screwed over here.

now you wanna kill me again.

nobody decent ever wins the games.

nobody ever wins the games. period. there are survivors. there's no winners.

love is weird.

i would love to borrow that outfit someday.

you look pretty terrifying in that get-up.

i outgrew them.

any secrets worth my time?

unfortunately, i think that's true.

i'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding.

i'm really not in the mood for a lecture.

you don't have to apologize to anybody, including me.

i hardly know anything about you except that you're stubborn and good with a bow.

there's more than that. you just don't want to tell me.

make him pay for it.

any last advice?

stay alive.

she's committed, i'll give her that.

you saved my life. you gave me a chance.

fear does not work as long as there is hope.

you were dead. your heart stopped.

how rude of them.

eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

we're a team, aren't we?

i am truly sorry.

you both deserved so much better.

i don't want to be with anyone else in there. just you.

that's what i want.

no waving and smiling this time.

i want you to look straight ahead as if the audience and this whole event are beneath you.

that should be easy.

be careful. it's a force field up there.

i think these games are gonna be different.

i guess we're not holding hands anymore.

i don't care about any of them.

i'm here to drink.

you know and i know there's only one person walking out of here, and it's gonna be one of us.

i get to say goodbye.

they will kill us.

whatever game you think you're playing, those out there are not playing it with you.

i don't want you to get hurt.

so how do you like the party?

you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy.

you don't want to shoot her.

how about i shoot both of you?

get them out of here.

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SOMETHING THAT STARTED OFF THE WRONG FOOT, : A PATTERN THAT EVER FOLLOWED BAD LUCK-EMBODIED. in every way expect physical, this woman was a curse herself, albeit the most enchanting kind. ( &. all the more dangerous for it! ) she remembers that clash ; something that belongs to the past, what, like three, four months ago? JUSTICE MEETS THE UNCONTROLLABLE IN-BETWEEN. she, who ever dangled on the line, perfectly balanced as a cat. but now? now it was a hint different. because now there is something for both to gain, ( at least something for her, which is an immediate interest ) ... but at least there is enough common ground to keep his hands from reaching for signature gavel ; &. neither have cursed claws became any sharper, yet at least.

@theirs1n + higuruma : " allow me to reintroduce myself . "

SINGLE HAND RAISED, : THE CAT STEALS THE WORDS THAT WOULD HAVE SPREAD FURTHER. ❝ no need, ❞ silver-tongue rolls of nonchalantly the statement that lingered on indifferent &. that signature playfulness. ... ❝ it is not like this play-date will become an annual thing. ❞ because nothing should linger too long around walking trouble, superstitions about black cat should be heed! A PAUSE, where corners of her lips stretch a hint further ; something knowing glimmering in jade hues, leaking from lips glossed black! a sigh, as if this was all such a chore, but betrayed by that smirk that lingered. ❝ besides, i know enough, hiromi higuruma. ❞ cunning mind the most lethal weapon! as he is bound to agree, she was certain.

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IT IS AMUSING ENOUGH TO DRAW OUT AN AUDIBLE CHUCKLE, : ALL TOO SOFT, ALL TO MELODIC FOR TROUBLE EMBODIED, ... yet it makes it all the more fitting ; a siren in waiting at the depths, all of the beauty visible a mere distraction for the lethal nature. but claws are held at bay for now, as she effortlessly slips in further, not a sound made. graceful, quiet as a cat. ... a tilt of her head, as if she was feigning innocence, &. perhaps she was, BUT SHE ALLOWED THE CURTAINS TO FALL ON PURPOSE. because that signature smirk is still there, bold &. shameless. ❝ aw, but i like to play. ❞ silver-tongue drawls, the disappointment barely acted out, when the truth shone through brighter ; there is no stopping her. ... the black cat wouldn't be seen without a purpose, without intention. &. it is always a fragile in-between of being lucky or unlucky, if you saw her ; because she allowed it one reason or another.

SOMETHING ELSE BREWS, : THE INHALE SHE TAKES PAST MIDNIGHT KISSED LIPS PROVES IT, allows one to prepare for the mischief about to be spread. ... ❝ a little cocky to say so, don't you think? ❞ a raise of her brow behind the other, grin stretching just a hint. ( as if the cat was one to talk. ) but then again, skill mixing with luck had proven her to have a reason to be so ; CONFIDENCE LEAKING FROM EACH STEP, FROM MERE PRESENCE. masked or not. ... ❝ alright, have it your way. ❞ siren's song a little too sing-songy, made even more so when she lifts up her paws as feign surrender. she knows something the other does not. because of course she does. ❝ but i'd be careful when heading upstairs. ❞ a vague warning, laced with just enough mischief, as with smooth, silent steps, the thief begins to move the other way. she might ask about it, or she might now. either way, when she had her claws on her prize, she was certain she was in for a show.

jessica's lying. most of the times she is, talking right out of her ass. there's not much use in the truth, especially in situations that mimic these: street fighter style, clashing weapons causing sparks to fly, each inching towards victory, push and pull of the fight. but jones is far too frustrated and conniving to give into a woman in latex, no matter how pretty she is, it doesn't settle this ticking time bomb ━ one that eats away the lick of patience, the brief moment of etiquette, social courtesy. the private investigator never did know exactly what fork to use during tea time ... arms garbed in a worn black leather mimic the others, hardened hands, blood under her nails, wrap around her own waist, a jaunt in their stance. mimicry is the highest form of praise, or something stupid like that. ❛ go hiss at someone else, cat. i got here first. ❜ it's not like this particular super is known for playing nice.

thick, pungent roll of her eyes. furrowed eyebrows due to the brisk wind that catches the space between them, it's chilled to the bone ( bad to the bone ). a gridlock forces her to slow down, and it only makes her wonder what window too push the blonde out of first, and if she'll stick her landing. ❛ look - i'm not here to play games. and you don't want to pick a fight you can't win. ❜ confidence strikes accord once again !! the sharpness of the feline's claws are only met with the metahumans tongue, surely a cat-fight is low on her itinerary. yet again, the thief seems interested in the jewel, the least they can do is give her a few minutes where jessica pretends to play. ❛ just - stay out of my way. ❜ as if she can't see how the cat's claws aren't just for show and tell, she moves first. as if she's simply going to walk around and ignore her.

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APPEARANCE STUDY : FELICIA HARDY / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓.

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A CASE OF TAKES ONE TO RECOGNIZE THE OTHER, : THAT WAS THE GAME THAT WAS BREWING. a game with no set rules, when it came to likes of them of course, ... for even should there be, the cat would forge something of her own of them, made them bend to the whims of her luck. &. since this is the graceful line both dance upon, the line of forever in-between ; SILVER-TONGUE WASTES NO TIME WEAVING WHITE VEILS! nothing to be gained from it, the sole reason ( according to her ) to do anything. ... so truth is spilled past lips glossed black, the truth her reputation had bound to have reached all, the warning, the superstition. ❝ good, ❞ a simple statement rolls of her tongue along with an exhale, feigned to be a little more dramatic. a nonchalant glance at lethal claws, as if she was checking her nails that just got done. ❝ because i wouldn't have played along anyways. ❞ an answer he knew, but the feline fatale voices anyways, almost with a lingering warning. underneath her signature black goggles, sharp gaze switches to the fox now, ❝ but i am sure that's a pattern you recognize. ❞ TRUTH WOVEN INTO THE STATEMENT, siren's song remaining easy, where it was weighed by layers that could never be quite read. the fact present in words that were not quite straightforward, ; takes one to recognize the other.

@bllakcat. › i don’t have allies. i have people who owe me things and people who want things and people who use me and people whom i use.

“ oh, really? ” suguira's nonchalant in his reply, distancing from his fellow thief and towards the rusted railing. they'd been running for awhile, navigating through alleyways, rooftops, the general public. in a city that never sleeps, it's an effortless task, to distract and escape; the authorities below proved as much, having lost track of their pursuit. suguira watched them scramble, exclaim along the busy street. he exhausts a muffled satisfied hum. “ i mean, i get it, you're looking out for yourself, leaving little to no room for attachment. and with no attachment, there's nothing to fear. right? ” a survival instinct he knew all too well with their line of work, recognized it for what it was.

lock your heart away, discard the key.

the fox spares the cat a guileful look over the shoulder. “ not that i'd expect you to admit to it, anyway. ”

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FELICIA'S HUNGER GAME - VERSE THOUGHTS :

- felicia would definitely be from district 2. - her father had connections to the capitol, but it was discovered that he was actually using them to get different kinds of goods from there. basically stealing from them, &. you know what happens next. - felicia is one of the people that trains from early point in her childhood, just in case, even though her mother hates the thought because she knows her daughter, &. she can tell why she is doing this. - felicia is very much driven by personal grudge against the capitol in this verse. - when she gets chosen her main weapon is knives/throwing knives. what makes her lethal is her skills of movement, &. the way no-one can actually hear her coming, &. her ability to blend in the shadows. - her father also trained her, prepared her to survive, but of course once he died when she was seven/eight years old, she had to continue from where he left off on her own. - would have also fun thanks to her looks &. charm (sad)