Aubrey Reaping
Aubrey Reaping
This is it.
All of Aubrey’s life has lead up to this moment. The moment she volunteers as tribute. The moment that would be the start of her life.
She wants this more than anything, everyone tells her so. Though she can’t remember the first time she saw the games at the tender age of six, her parents tell her the story often enough. How she had begged to be allowed to stay up for the tribute parade, how she insisted she was old enough to handle the violence. Her mother had agreed. It’s tradition. Her father worried it might scare her. But, in the end, Aubrey had perched on the edge of her parent’s pristine velvet cou
Fin Round 2
Fin Round 1
Training Final: Fin
Training Final: Fin
“Come on, Fin, we can’t be late today.”
What was supposed to get Fin out of bed only made him curl up closer to Walter. He’d been awake for the last hour, lying there with his head on Walter’s chest, soaking up the feeling of just being alive. Now that Walter was awake, pretending to be asleep was increasingly difficult.
“Come on,” Walter insisted, shifting underneath him.
“No,” Fin whined, squeezing his eyes shut. “What does it even matter? Even if we get amazing scores no one is gonna think we actually have a chance in hell and we’re too old for sympathy sponsors.”
Training Day 3: Fin
Training Day 3: Fin
Day three and Fin didn’t want to get out of bed.
He was curled up against Walter, head buried in the crook of his friend’s neck, totally and completely awake when Walter stirred. Fin moaned and begged for him to stay, but Walter wouldn’t give in, leaving Fin no choice but to get ready and get his ass downstairs.
Fin’s grumpiness lingered as he stepped into the training room alone. Walter had beat him there, as usual. He tried not to let that bother him as he made his way over to the fake wooded area once more. Yesterday he’d been there for knots, but today Gryffon had advised him to do snares.
Apparently snare
Training Day 2: Fin
Training Day 2: Fin
Fin made his way down the the training room in an unusually good mood, considering the circumstances. He and Walter had made up the night before and, well, it involved a lot of good touching that continued upon waking. Fin might have stayed there with him all day had his friend not been the more responsible one and dragged them out of bed. Somehow, Walter still managed to make it downstairs first, but Fin didn't mind.
Today his task was... knots. It didn't seem like a useful skill, but Gryffon insisted that it would help with snares, the last skill he was supposed to focus on. And, he had added, it might assist him in making a slingshot if i
Training Day 1: Fin
Training Day 1: Fin
Despite waking up late, Fin didn't skip breakfast. He sat at the table, fully dressed but still half asleep, shoveling eggs into his mouth as Gryffon scolded him for getting up late and having the nerve to still eat. But Fin ignored him, only stopping when Gryffon batted his fork away.
“Okay that’s enough,” he growled, earning himself a glare from Fin. “Don’t want you vomiting all over the training room. The train was bad enough.”
Fin pouted, but didn’t go for the fork again. “Do you have to bring that up every five minutes?” Okay so maybe he’d been a little too excited by the abun
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Aubrey Reaping
Aubrey Reaping
This is it.
All of Aubrey’s life has lead up to this moment. The moment she volunteers as tribute. The moment that would be the start of her life.
She wants this more than anything, everyone tells her so. Though she can’t remember the first time she saw the games at the tender age of six, her parents tell her the story often enough. How she had begged to be allowed to stay up for the tribute parade, how she insisted she was old enough to handle the violence. Her mother had agreed. It’s tradition. Her father worried it might scare her. But, in the end, Aubrey had perched on the edge of her parent’s pristine velvet cou
Training Final: Fin
Training Final: Fin
“Come on, Fin, we can’t be late today.”
What was supposed to get Fin out of bed only made him curl up closer to Walter. He’d been awake for the last hour, lying there with his head on Walter’s chest, soaking up the feeling of just being alive. Now that Walter was awake, pretending to be asleep was increasingly difficult.
“Come on,” Walter insisted, shifting underneath him.
“No,” Fin whined, squeezing his eyes shut. “What does it even matter? Even if we get amazing scores no one is gonna think we actually have a chance in hell and we’re too old for sympathy sponsors.”
Training Day 3: Fin
Training Day 3: Fin
Day three and Fin didn’t want to get out of bed.
He was curled up against Walter, head buried in the crook of his friend’s neck, totally and completely awake when Walter stirred. Fin moaned and begged for him to stay, but Walter wouldn’t give in, leaving Fin no choice but to get ready and get his ass downstairs.
Fin’s grumpiness lingered as he stepped into the training room alone. Walter had beat him there, as usual. He tried not to let that bother him as he made his way over to the fake wooded area once more. Yesterday he’d been there for knots, but today Gryffon had advised him to do snares.
Apparently snare
Training Day 2: Fin
Training Day 2: Fin
Fin made his way down the the training room in an unusually good mood, considering the circumstances. He and Walter had made up the night before and, well, it involved a lot of good touching that continued upon waking. Fin might have stayed there with him all day had his friend not been the more responsible one and dragged them out of bed. Somehow, Walter still managed to make it downstairs first, but Fin didn't mind.
Today his task was... knots. It didn't seem like a useful skill, but Gryffon insisted that it would help with snares, the last skill he was supposed to focus on. And, he had added, it might assist him in making a slingshot if i
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Haven't done a journal in forever
Haven't done a journal in forever
Hey Deviantart, what's up? I've been really busy lately with getting my study abroad junk together and now I'm doing GISHWHES, which is super abnosome. Seriously, yesterday me and a friend went to go put a sweater she made on a statue of Ronald Reagan.
I self published!
I self published!
Alright, here's the deal: I'm going to be studying creative writing in England starting September and I'm trying to raise money for my trip. To do that, I've self published my novel! Check it out here: http://www.amazon.com/Go-Away-Empty-ebook/dp/B00CX9FIGM/ref=pd_rhf_ee_p_t_1_7SJS
Here's a summary of it: On a morning like any other, Marion Rutherford wakes up to find himself dead with no recollection of how it happened. A pair of horses announce that Marion was the first of the year to die, giving him the status of Ankou. As the Ankou for his town, his duty involves ferrying the recently dead to the afterlife for one whole year.
Too bad Ma
Character Interview: December
Character Interview: December
I was tagged forever ago by ~SirSmudge (https://www.deviantart.com/sirsmudge) and I decided I was finally gonna do it!
Rules:
1. Pick one of your OC's.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OC.
3. Tag five people to do this meme!
4. Tell the people they have been tagged.
Questions:
1. What is your name?
December Cropperwood.
2. Do you know why you were named that?
I was born in December. Mother's a genius.
3. Are you single or taken?
Single at the moment.
4. Have any abilities or powers?
Where to begin? Amazing fashion sense, people skills, lightening fast reflexes, the list goes on an on. Plus, I'm gorgeous, don't you think?
5. Stop being a
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Thanks for the fave on your Secret Santa gift! I really, really appreciate it.
Thank you so much for the favorite on 
Alright, cool, thanks! 
TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO KILL YOUR CHARACTER MAKES ME SAD :C
Lol also I don't even know if she has a nickname for my tribute haha
Lol also I don't even know if she has a nickname for my tribute haha
Awww I know the feeling! I think I have a pretty good idea of what I'm doing now, but it will be sad. D:
Hmmm, nicknames... When I come up with one, I'll let you know! They usually pop into my head as I'm writing.
Hmmm, nicknames... When I come up with one, I'll let you know! They usually pop into my head as I'm writing.
Yeah lol, I think I can work with something too, but I still have to make the idea clear 
Okay lol, I love her nicknames!
Okay lol, I love her nicknames!