The first night
-Riella, D7F-
The Arena is extremely spacious and dark. I thought we might have arrived at night, but it seems to only get darker. My eyes are getting exhausted from the darkness, but luckily when we surveyed our supplies we found lanterns and night-vision goggles. The light is nice to see as my eyes adjust to the darkness.
Iridesce led the rest of the Careers past the roller coaster. We decided to camp out here and regroup with our supplies for the night, and climb it to get a fresh view in the morning. Granted, we have no clue what time it is, and really won't have much of an idea when the morning really is. The change is very gradual, from dark to even more dark, but once it's even darker you know.
And, with the night brings silence. There's no breeze. Everything is still, and totally silent. It's almost eerie, the silence we're sitting in. Too quiet. Unnerving. I keep thinking about the tributes I fought. The look on Billie's face as she was struck, the bits of brains and blood that exploded everywhere. The blood that shot out of Serafina Anya in reward for my attacks. It's sick. We decide to keep two people on watch, even though we only have one pair of night vision goggles. Maggie and I stay awake first, and I have the goggles first.
I look around, keeping a constant eye out for another threat. Iridesce and Callum sleep peacefully, not minding the lights of the few lanterns we have set up. I keep my eyes peeled. Maggie and I sit in silence for a while.
"R…Riella?" her voice was smaller than before.
I glance over. "What?"
"D…Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" I blink at her. Her face looks scared, almost.
"Nothing. Never mind. I… I must be going crazy."
"Alright…" I say, and we go back into silence. I glance over at Maggie again, and see her shifting uncomfortably. "…Maggie?"
"Yeah?" her voice is high-pitched and jittery. I don't know what's going on with her.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, fine. Sorry."
I take the night vision goggles off, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I hand them over to her. "Take these."
"Oh. Okay. Thanks." She puts them on quickly.
It's dark. Really dark. I can't even see the stains of blood on my shirt. I can't see my hand where it rests in my lap. I can see why she was unsettled. The stillness, the silence, is really tense. Every once in a while I feel a chill and shiver, but can't find where a breeze might be coming from.
Suddenly, in the silence, I hear something. It's hard to tell if it's an actual noise or all in my head. In the darkness, the stillness, it's hard to tell. I shift positions, hoping that moving might allow me to get my thoughts back. The noise doesn't stop. It went from a buzzing, like my ears are ringing, to a tangible noise that kind of sounds like.
"Maggie." The District 2 girl looks over. My heart starts to beat harder with panic. "I hear it. I hear it now. I put my hands over my ears, and the noise mutes, ever so slightly. It's on the outside. They're sending it here to mess with us. "You're alright."
"I still hear it," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "With the goggles I still hear it."
"Don't focus on that. You can see things. You know there's nothing there." I look around, the feeling of not knowing, the possibility that a tribute or a mutt or anything could be five feet away from us and I couldn't even see it, torturing me. I didn't think it would be this unnerving.
"Riella…"
"There's nothing there," I tell her. "Right?"
"N-No…" I hear her moving, probably looking around. I can't see her well enough to know.
I hear another voice just then. "What the fuck?"
Maggie gasps, startled, at the sudden statement. "Iridesce," she says.
"I hear it too." We all stay silent. The noise sounds that it's ringing inside of my head, forcing me to hear it. It doesn't go away, though. It sounds like it's both quiet and loud at the same time. Enough to make someone lose their head. I can't imagine how the others feel, those left in darkness, those that are alone. I don't know how they managed it.
The noise stops just then, or I think it does. Maybe I just tuned it out.
"I don't know what's going on, but…" Iridesce pauses. Her voice betrays apprehension. "Maggie, give me the goggles. Are you sure there's nothing there?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Definitely not."
"Let me see." Iridesce's voice has taken more of an edge, so Maggie obeys. I hear her moving, probably taking off the goggles and putting them in Iridesce's hands. The noise starts again, ever so quietly at first, then getting gradually louder.
"No," Callum says, from where he's still laying down. "No."
"Callum, it's okay. It's not just you." Iridesce keeps a level head.
"It's all of us," I say.
"It's…" Maggie starts, voice still quivering slightly.
"We're going to figure it out."
"They're just fucking with us," I say. I think the straightforwardness of it snaps the others back into reality.
"Right."
"They're going to make some of the other tributes feel pretty scared, but we're better than that," Iridesce says. "We're stronger."
"Right," Maggie says, but her voice is still small.
"I'll stay up," Iridesce says.
"I will too," I say quickly. I don't want to try to sleep, even with the lanterns and with two trained tributes being on watch.
There's a moment of silence, as the other two have the unspoken words "I don't want to go to sleep" on their lips. After all, even though they're Careers, they're not invincible. Deep down, they're just the same as any of us. They still have to rely on luck just as much as skill.
They're still teenagers, just like all of us.
The other two lie down, trying to get comfortable. I hear Iridesce moving around, trying to figure out what to do. Part of me wants to talk to her, just to drown out the noise, but the other part doesn't know what to talk about. I have to get back to Andy, so I try to not focus on the noise. I look around in the darkness, illuminated only a bit by the lanterns.
I feel relieved after an eternity passes and Iridesce says, "Let's wake the others."
I lay down in the sleeping bag, still warm from Maggie's heat and laced with her scent. I close my heavy eyes, and feel relieved.
The noise doesn't stop, though. It echoes around my head like a buzzing, ringing noise. Sometimes I'm tricked into believing it's all in my head, and squeeze my eyes shut.
The noise buzzes, even as I drift to sleep. It's far away, ever-so-small, just enough to push someone over the edge. But it's unmistakable.
The sound of a baby crying off in the distance.
~.~.
-Edgard, D11M-
The coming of the night brings pitch blackness. Raoul and I found a merry-go-round, something I'd only read about in fantasy books, and are now hiding in it. The old horses are falling apart, the paint cracking. I don't think the ride can move anymore, I sure hope it doesn't. We stay huddled together against the wall, hiding. The darkness means I can't see the horses anymore, which is more calming than I could. I can't see anything at all, and the stillness makes my heart beat harder.
I'm lying on Raoul's lap right now, trying to get some sleep. It's hard, though. Really hard. The silence is tangible, and a chill runs down my spine even though I didn't feel a breeze.
Suddenly I hear something, a cracking noise, maybe a gunshot or something of the source, someone laughing, cackling. It echoes, as if it's all in my brain. I sit straight up.
"Raoul." It's dark, I can't see him, I can't see anything, and I start to panic. "What's happening?"
"I don't know," he says quietly. "Sounded kind of like…"
"I know," I say quietly. I hear another crack, louder, and wonder if I'm just thinking this or if it's really real.
"It's fine. Edgard. It's alright."
I nod, but can't stop myself from quivering. It sounds like the sounds are coming closer and closer, like a serious threat is coming.
"I can't sleep, Raoul. What if something's coming!?" I want to clutch onto his arm or something, but resist the temptation. It's so dark I have no idea where his arms are anyways.
"We should probably look around," Raoul says. "Take my hand." I do as he says, and he starts walking around the ride, staying by the circular wall. We keep our eyes out, but all I can see is blackness. I still hear gunshots in the background, and that same laughing.
Raoul, at losing the wall where the entrance is, suddenly trips and hits the ground, and I go down with him, landing on my knees.
"You alright?" I ask.
He stays where he is for a second. "Yeah." He sighs. "Sorry."
"It's fine."
We stay like that for a second, but this time I don't hear the gunshots. I hear a small sound, something like whimpering. I wish I could mouth words to Raoul or signal to avoid being heard, but that isn't an option.
I hear the gunshots come back, quieter this time, and that same whimpering. Raoul makes it back to his feet, and I do too.
The whimpering soon turns to words. "Stop, stop, stop, stop…"
I recognize that voice. I squeeze Raoul's hand and whisper, "It's Kendal."
"What should we do?" Raoul whispers back.
"I… I don't know." I think about what Donavan said, about how allies can be dangerous. But at the same time, he's totally alone out there. Maybe he could be valuable to us.
"Stop please stop make it stop…" Kendal's voice is whispery and wobbly, laced with fear and misery. I hear the gunshots, and even though I know that they're not in my head, I still feel like I'm going crazy. How can I leave him like this?
"Come on Edgard," Raoul says quietly. "Watch your step." He steps down off the ride and I follow, almost losing my balance. He starts walking forward, me following him blindly. Suddenly, I trip over something, someone, and fall. He screams at the top of his lungs, a piercing sound, causing me to be even more startled.
"Woah, sorry there, hold on!" Raoul says. "We're not going to hurt you."
I hear some last sobs fizzling out of the 7 boy. I can't see him, I don't know if he has a weapon, but he might. He could kill both of us right now before we even knew what was happening.
I stumble to my feet, reaching for Raoul again. I can't find him, though.
"It's Raoul. And Edgard's here too."
"I'm here."
"Wh-What are you doing?" Kendal's voice still quivers. "What's happening?"
"We were just wo-" Raoul starts, but I cut him off, finding something else to say. We need a better excuse than that.
"We heard some sounds and were looking around to make sure there are no threats," I say quickly. Better.
"I heard it too," he says, sniffling quietly. "Gunshots. And laughing." He whimpers again as I hear more of the shots.
"We found a good place to hide out," I say. "It's not good for you to be exposed like this."
"Come with us," Raoul says. "I think I can make the noise stop." I feel him touch my lower back and reach around to find his hand.
"It's up to you," I say to Kendal.
There's a long pause. He speaks again, "Alright." I hear him moving, the sound of a backpack or something being put over his shoulders. I feel him touch my shoulder and take his hand.
"Okay," I say, "Let's go." Raoul goes first, I follow, and Kendal goes with me. I have no idea where we're going in the dark, following Raoul blindly. We wander around for a while, much more time than it took us to find Kendal, totally blind. It's a relief when my shin hits the merry-go-round and we're back in familiar territory. Raoul moves around to the entrance, and goes in, helping us up the step.
"It's a carousel," Raoul says. "Do you know what that is?"
"Yeah," Kendal says. "I've read about them."
"We're hiding out in here," I say. "But… The noises are really unsettling."
"Y-Yeah." Raoul sits down, and I do the same. Kendal sits last.
"The noise goes away when we talk," Raoul says. "So you two go to sleep. I'll do my best to help you." That's good enough for me. I lean sideways against him, resting my head on his shoulder. I hear Kendal shifting, but he doesn't come into contact with me.
Then, Raoul starts to hum. It's quiet, and not the best voice I've ever heard, but still better than I could've done. He hums a melody that he seems to know well, but I don't recognize. The sound of his voice overpowers the delusional laughing and the gunshots, causing me to feel more at ease.
I actually start to feel sleepy at the soothing sound of his voice, solid and genuine and real.
I close my eyes, and sleep comes easily to the sound of Raoul's voice, humming melodies.
The second day
-Edgard, D11M-
When I wake up, both of my allies are already awake, talking quietly. I wonder if Kendal's going to stay with us or not. I wouldn't blame him either way. I don't know what I'd do if I were him. It seems that being alone at night with the noises isn't the best way to be. I definitely couldn't have slept last night if it hadn't been for Raoul.
"What were you humming?" Kendal asks quietly.
"Well, I started out with one of my favorites. It's called Lullaby Set, it's pretty simple. Then, I was humming some stuff that I came up with. There's not too much sheet music I can get my hands on so when I was bored I used to come up with melodies."
"Oh, wow. That's cool."
"Thanks."
I sit up and rub my eyes. In the morning dusk, I can make out their figures, and, when I move closer, see their faces. It's a relief to have some kind of vision again.
"Morning," I say, yawning.
"Hey, you're finally awake."
"Huh?"
Raoul passes me a container. "This came down this morning. It's for you."
"Oh." I open it up to see bags of food. My stomach rumbles just thinking about it. "Oh! It's some jerky."
"Nice," Raoul says, as I take out the bags. There's another thing in there, a piece of paper. I squint to make out the words.
"What does it say?"
"It says…" I squint.
"Lemme see," says Kendal. "I'm used to reading in the dark. Did it a lot back home."
I pass the paper over, and watch his expression as he reads it. "It says… Always keep your eyes open for your surroundings but never forget home."
"Oh. That's nice."
"Good advice."
"We can put that in my backpack if you want," Kendal says. "I have matches, a thermos that's empty, a roll of bandages, a piece of clothing, I think a shirt, and a knife."
"Wow, that's a good haul."
"Not the necessities, though. We need to find water, and see what they expect us to do for food."
"That's a good idea," says Raoul. "We can't hide here forever."
"Did you stay up all night?" I ask Raoul as we all stand up.
"Yeah. It's fine, though. I'll be alright."
"You should sleep tonight, though," Kendal says. "For sure."
Raoul starts walking, and the two of us following. Now that we have some kind of light, I can see my allies well enough that we don't need to hold hands to move around. Kendal has his knife out, just in case. Not too far from the carousel is a little pipe sticking out of the ground. We find it when Raoul stumbles and almost falls on it.
"It looks like… A faucet."
"Kind of rusty, though."
"We should try it. This could be the key." Kendal reaches over and starts trying to turn it on. "It… Might be stuck. Gosh darn," he hisses, trying to turn it on.
"Want me to-" before I can finish the question, we hear the flow of running water and a delighted, "Yes!" Kendal starts going through his backpack to find the canteen.
I put my hands under the water and rub it on my face, which feels really good and energizing. Kendal fills up his canteen first and gulps down water. I just put my face under the faucet, because why not? Raoul does the same. Swallowing down the water, even though it's warm, is a relief to me. Kendal refills his canteen again and screws the lid on. While we're there, we decide to each take half a piece of jerky for the afternoon. The carousel is a good spot, though, so we spend some time searching for food in what I think will be the brightest part of the day.
Then, we go back to the carousel and regroup, where we sit for the rest of the evening.
~.~.
-Kade, D9M-
I'm tired that morning from spending it awake and on watch. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, luckily, but the darkness was cold and dead and silent all night.
I can't believe Rachel died because of me. It's a burden I have to carry, and a debt I don't think I'll ever be able to repay. The pain of knowing that she's gone is torture. The feeling seeing her face in the sky, on the first day, made me feel fucking useless. After everything I'd done with Sofia, after everything I'd done, it wasn't enough. She had to save my ass and she died protecting it. What kind of ally, what kind of person lets that happen?! I can't believe I didn't even try to stop her! I can't believe I let her die like that. I failed her and let her down and now I'm here by myself and it's my own stupid fault.
I've been left alone before, I suppose the feeling shouldn't be anything new. I lost my sister to the Games, I did nothing to save her. I lost my family. I lost everything. Now, I just lost everything again. I can't believe this happened.
I make myself get up, as hard as it is. I know I have to find food, water, I know that I have to get back to Sofia. I know that I still have to fight. But losing Rachel so early on, watching her die and not being able to do anything to help her… Takes a toll.
I see a little glowing thing floating down from the sky, and hear it beeping quietly, becoming louder as it comes closer. It's a small container, but it's from a sponsor. Surprised, I go over, opening it up and finding a small vial in there. There appears to be a dropper with it, leading me to assume that it's iodine.
I was able to clean out and patch up most of my injuries thanks to a first-aid kit that is now in my backpack, and they do feel slightly better now than they did before. I know that, through the aching pain of the injuries and the even worse pain of my heartache, I still need to keep going. I need to find water, and food. I need to do everything I can to get out of this hell as soon as I possibly can.
I know that my supplies are limited, and that today's going to be a long, tough day. I start walking, holding the spear I won at the Cornucopia up defensively. I wish I'd spent more time training with it, but it's too late for that now. All I can do is my very best, through all the pain and sadness and loss.
I wander around, not wanting to go too far if I don't have to, but desperate to find food or water. I see a fat little rodent just then, and quickly put out my spear to kill it as quickly as possible. The rat gets away, though, and I know I missed.
"Dammit," I hiss, frustrated at myself. I can't believe I got stuck with an unfamiliar weapon that I suck at.
I find another rodent, bigger, this time, and seemingly slower. This time, I do succeed in killing it. I remember back to how they taught us to skin our kills, and decide to wait until after it's much darker to light a fire, hoping that the darkness will overpower the smoke. The dead rat stinks and doesn't smell like a good meal, but I know I'm going to appreciate it later. I wander around, looking for anything, but don't find anything.
Finally, when I decide I can't take carrying this carcass around for any longer, I sit and start a fire to cook the rat.
Dinner time.
~.~.
-Martina, D11F-
That morning, after a peaceful night spent half sleeping and half being up on watch, I take note of my supplies.
It's really not much, but it's something. My leg still screams in pain and complains when I try to move it thanks to Iridesce, but other than that I'm alright. I'm glad to have a weapon, at least. Weapons are the hardest things to find.
Last night was slightly nerve-wracking, though. Trying to see and defend myself when it was so dark. But that doesn't matter, really. At least I have some way to defend myself, even if I'm not very good with it.
I see a couple of parachutes floating down, glowing and beeping. I don't realize that they're for me until they're practically in my hands already. I can't believe that this is really going on. I got sponsors, which means I have supplies! I quickly open the containers to find what they might have.
The first one contains another weapon. This time, though, it's one that I can use well. I pull out the spiked knuckles, in awe that I could get a weapon of choice quite as nice as this. I quickly arm myself with the weapons. I know that I won't go down without a fight now. Not that I would before, but now I can really defend myself and my family and my home.
I open the other one and find a small box with a handle that I immediately find to be a first aid kit. I quickly open that up, too. I need to clean out my wound before it gets infected, no matter how horribly it hurts. I drip the rubbing alcohol on my shin, causing me to hiss and groan, wanting to scream as the pain sears. Soon, though, it starts to fizz away, and I use my pants to dab at it, hissing some more through my teeth. It's torture and misery as it stings and burns. I don't have bandages for it, but at least it's clean.
After that, I know that I'm going to have to walk on it. After all, I still need to find food and water. I pick up the sword and put my weapon of choice in my pockets (not having a better place to put them without wearing them), knowing that it's going to be easier to hunt with that than it would be with spiked knuckles. I walk around the side of a tall building, not daring to go inside. I walk for a while, or what feels like a while, though I don't know how long it really is. I find an old cart there, though, and inside it is bits of jerky, crackers, and cheese. My eyes, usually wide, widen even more with the surprise of finding food.
I don't have any way to carry it, so I take a handful and eat before putting some more in my back pockets for later. I know they want to bring us back here often, trying to make tributes interact. Right now, though, I know that I need to eat, and I'll need to come back to keep eating. I don't think anyone else has found these yet, and if they have then they've covered their tracks well. Though part of me is tempted to stake out and wait in the darkness for others to come, but I'm really not a killer and wish I could avoid it, so I decide to leave it for now.
However, if things get desperate, I will do what I need to do to get back to my family and Jackson, so it's a strategy to keep in mind.
Other than the sponsor gifts and finding food, I've had a pretty boring day without a lot of action. But, that's perfectly fine by me.
For now.
~.~.
-Cory, D5F-
I wake up and immediately feel wobbly. The tree I'd climbed last night is the sturdiest I could find while not having a lot of time to find it. I heard footsteps coming up on me and knew I had to hide. I went up as fast as I could and secured myself around the thick branch with rope.
I know that this is only going to serve as a temporary hiding place, but now it's as good as any. The Arena is so dark all the time that it'd be hard to spot me up here unless you had a flashlight. The darkness works to my advantage, and probably to the advantage of anyone else who's hiding.
Yesterday when I came here, I heard someone else. It's too dark to see who, but they look to have a large figure. I don't care to see who it is until I see a sponsor parachute come down out of the sky, glowing with a flashing light so I can see it, and, of course, the beeping.
I struggle to reach it while I'm still up in the tree. They can't exactly put it in a good place for me right now. The glowing parachute lands on a thin, brittle branch. I untie myself to reach it, but my branch starts to crack when I shift my weight. The smaller, weaker branch collapses under the weight of the parachute. The parachute and whatever's in it goes falling down the tree and hits the ground, and all I can do is watch. I feel the branch under me cracking and realize that I'm going to fall if I don't move soon. I hurriedly untie myself from the branch and grab the trunk, climbing down the tree.
I grab my rope and start rolling it up again when I notice the glowing parachute being lifted, someone trying to use it as a light source to see me. I can't see much of the person, and take a step closer. I can't say that I mean no harm. I can't say anything. Which means I also can't say that the parachute belongs to me.
"Who are you?" comes a voice that I've had trouble associating with a face. "Step back. Or into the light."
I realize that this isn't going to work at all in the dark. He has to see me if I want to communicate with him. And all we have is this parachute, the light of which is already dying away and fading. I know that I can't do anything to help it. I'm going to have to figure out how I can communicate with him without him being able to see or hear me.
I reach out and take his wrist, hoping he can make out my silhouette enough to know that it's me. I feel him jump when I touch his wrist, no matter how gentle I try to be. My heart is hammering hard in my chest, waiting for him to react.
"District Five."
I nod quickly, dramatically so that he can see my silhouette moving with the motion.
"You've been up there a long time?"
I nod quickly, moving in closer so he can see me better. I can see him and notice that his hair's messed up slightly, his eyes look tired from not a lot of sleep last night, but he looks alright.
"I didn't even know it until you came down." I don't let go of his wrist, even though I can see his face and figure fairly well. I don't know why I keep holding onto him. Maybe just to make sure he doesn't run away with my parachute. Maybe for a sense of security, an anchor in the darkness. I didn't really care about alliances, until last night. All I could hear was a voice, a voice that whispered, "It should've been you, not me. It should've been you" It was in the back of my head all night long, torturing me.
I hold onto Leo's wrist, not letting go.
"What have you got?" he asks. I hold up the rope and put it in his hands, so he can feel it. "This it?" I nod affirmatively.
"I ran away from the Cornucopia." He squats down and I follow. "I think this is a first aid kit."
I nod. I don't imply or motion that it could be mine. I don't think I need to. He suddenly turns his hand and catches my grip in his. "Stick with me," he says. "Think you can help me with something? I have an injury on my shoulder, and it needs cleaned at the very least. I nod at him, and I feel my knees hit the ground as he turns around. "On the back of the shoulder." It's hard to miss, really, even in the dark. The dark, seemingly endless black holes on his shoulder, either from a spear or- "Collin got me with his trident." I nod and look through the first aid kit, trying to figure out what's what when it's so hard to see.
I pick out a little bottle of liquid, and when I open it up I'm met with the familiar odor of rubbing alcohol. When I put it on his shoulder, he hisses, the slightest grunts being pushed from his throat. I want to say sorry, but can't speak so I just keep working, trying to dab the wound as fast as I can to minimize the pain. We both know that the pain will be less after this is over, now that the injury is cleaned out.
"Thanks. I couldn't have reached that by myself." I put the bottle back in the kit and close it up the best I can without being able to see much.
I nod a bit as he pulls his jacket back on and stands up. I stand as well, not sure what now. I feel warmth as he takes my hand again and squeezes it lightly. "Stay with me," he says. "I couldn't run too far yesterday because I was injured and bleeding, but we need to try and find water and food. I don't want to lose you in the dark, so let's stay connected."
I nod, picking up the first aid kit and the rope with the other hand and glancing at him. I wish I could see more of his face, his expression, in the dark.
He starts walking, and I walk beside him.
~.~.
A/N: Here we are with another Arena chapter! I'm sorry it was really slow, I promise the action is going to pick up now that everyone's getting used to the Arena.
So, here's some news stuff: I posted the Arena map on the Silhouettes blog if you're interested in seeing where your tribute is and where they're going. I might make some minor adjustments to it but it's the basic idea at least.
Also, I have a list on my profile of the tributes/alliances, what they have and what they need to make sponsoring more convenient. I'll update it after I post each chapter. If you feel like sponsoring, take a look at that.
Also, I'm still working on chibis for all the characters! I've been kind of slacking on that lately but I should get back to it soon. I just want to write and get far on this, and writing 42 as well. I hope you enjoyed this chapter even though it was slightly slow, and I hope you liked the first glance at the gimmick!
Also, I think I'm making a new rule about sponsoring: no tribute can be sponsored by the same person two days in a row. Just to prevent gift dumps. Also, about sponsoring: even though I did put everyone that sponsored into this chapter, I probably won't do that in the future. It was way too much filler. So if you sponsor, your gift will be received, but I may not write a tribute receiving every gift. Because I did it this chapter and it was so slow and boring. So for future reference.
I feel like there was something else I had to say. Hm. I dunno. Oh well. The action will pick up more in the next chapters.
Chapter Question: What are your thoughts on the gimmick? Cool, weird, hard to figure out? Do you have a clue what it's all about?
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Medium-Indigo (Guest): 60
Music Rules The World: 4
Mystical Pine Forest: 30
nevergone4ever: 2
OncerTillTheEnd: 4
xxPeppermintxx109: 24
PrimroseEverdeenmyLittleDuck: 10
Programming: 7
xQueen-of-Applesx: 40
rising-balloons: 80
Red Roses1000: 5
ReignRain: 2
Rosemarie Benson: 12
Sagerose the Divergent: 10
santiago. poncini20: 116
Seahorse8: 32
seaotter99: 22
Shaunaicecream (Guest): 20
stop-pulling-on-mariazell: 30
superneet1214: 6
Skyflapple: 21
starrymidnight16: 4
ThisWorldWeHate: 17
TyeTheLurker (Guest): 10
the victor of panem: 61
We're All Okay: 71
W. R. Winters: 246
youngpatriot: 10
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