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26th Design [text]
Dec. 7th, 2011 10:46 pmI ask only two things.
Let them all survive.
Let her be happy.
[ooc: He has no idea this has posted.]
Let them all survive.
Let her be happy.
[ooc: He has no idea this has posted.]
24th Design [text/action]
Oct. 4th, 2011 07:49 pmPeeta Mellark, Finnick Odair and Katniss Everdeen have returned to their home. They left with the rest of the guests. I apologize if this causes an inconvenience for anyone.
Angela, Ginny, Finnick left some things for you. As well as for a Mr. Eames and a Ms. Lucy Pevensie.
( Action for those who want it. )
Angela, Ginny, Finnick left some things for you. As well as for a Mr. Eames and a Ms. Lucy Pevensie.
( Action for those who want it. )
7th Design [accidental video/voice]
Nov. 20th, 2010 12:53 pm[The video opens on Cinna, sitting on the train. The device is laying on the seat across from him so the view is a little cock-eyed, but you can clearly see him sitting on the seat, hand-stitching the hem of a skirt and trying very hard not to look out the window.
Every so often the picture goes to static or jumps and rolls as the signal waxes and wanes in strength.
Finally, he finishes his hem, ties off his thread, and pulling the scissors from his bag, he snips the end. Once finished, you can see him place his instruments back in their proper places - needle in a magnetic case, spool of thread in a plastic one, the scissors slipped into a case of their own all with their own places inside his bag. Meticulous, thy name is Cinna. The skirt is draped over the seat.
It's Rue-sized, for those who would notice those things, and embroidered with yellow flowers.
The picture jumps again, this time blacking out for a moment, the sound of the train continuing on in the darkness. With a hiss of static, the picture's back and Cinna can be seen, but not his face as she's standing, arms up like he's reaching for something. When he comes into view the bag is gone, presumably neatly stowed on the rack above his head.
He pauses, eyes tranfixed on the view for a moment as the picture rolls and words can barely be heard.]
That's Twelve.
[It takes a moment for him to tear his eyes away and when he does, they fall on the network device, it's blinking red light letting him know he's been seen. His eyes roll with the picture as he reaches out and picks it up, his expression solemn, but slightly amused.]
( Cut for length and the coup de grâce. )
[ooc: Backdated to high noon. Anyone is free to action or otherwise spam this post.]
Every so often the picture goes to static or jumps and rolls as the signal waxes and wanes in strength.
Finally, he finishes his hem, ties off his thread, and pulling the scissors from his bag, he snips the end. Once finished, you can see him place his instruments back in their proper places - needle in a magnetic case, spool of thread in a plastic one, the scissors slipped into a case of their own all with their own places inside his bag. Meticulous, thy name is Cinna. The skirt is draped over the seat.
It's Rue-sized, for those who would notice those things, and embroidered with yellow flowers.
The picture jumps again, this time blacking out for a moment, the sound of the train continuing on in the darkness. With a hiss of static, the picture's back and Cinna can be seen, but not his face as she's standing, arms up like he's reaching for something. When he comes into view the bag is gone, presumably neatly stowed on the rack above his head.
He pauses, eyes tranfixed on the view for a moment as the picture rolls and words can barely be heard.]
That's Twelve.
[It takes a moment for him to tear his eyes away and when he does, they fall on the network device, it's blinking red light letting him know he's been seen. His eyes roll with the picture as he reaches out and picks it up, his expression solemn, but slightly amused.]
( Cut for length and the coup de grâce. )
[ooc: Backdated to high noon. Anyone is free to action or otherwise spam this post.]
