Paste The Last Thing You Copied [Survey added]

[Butter Dragon]

CHESIRE CAT

[danger days]

[snatcher]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl ... dsuGs9z4fo

[Namine1]

[Crow Jane]

[aiu]

[ThatPersonWithaFace]

Nazar chuckled, "Well, before you decide that you should at least see if it's him or not. But he doesn't look like the huggy type." He smiled and kissed her cheek, they were catching up to Asmodious and would be confronting him soon enough.

"Yes," Akos said with a smile and a nod, "I would love to." He had actually gotten caught by a shelter once but had shifted to his human form and escaped as soon as no one was around. "You should ask Nuada if you can get the dog, I bet she'd let you."

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[just'marley]

>>Deer<<
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Excited
Powerful
Ɯнɛяɛ;
The reaping
The Justice Building
Dressing
Ƭαℓκιиɢ тσ;
Dragilla

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Deer ‡ 13 ‡ D.2
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“Melanie Bortus.”
The crisp and sing-song voice filled the silence as the strong sun beat down on the small children of District 2. It was unrealistically hot that day, being in the middle of the summer. Today was the day of the reaping; The reaping that hadn’t taken place in 18 years. Deer sniffed uncomfortably, hating the heat and humidity. She pulled her long dark hair over her shoulder as not to sweat so much and moved her feet in boredom.. “Melanie?” The voice called again. It wasn’t until the girl next to her nudged Deer forward that she realized it was she who was reaped. Deer blinked, not used to hearing her first name. An evil and malicious smile crossed her face and she lifted her head high. Taking a small step forward, she held herself from skipping up to the justice building in glee. The first games in 18 years! And she was reaped to be one of the 4 for her district! Giving a small and inaudible giggle, she made her way up the stairs and stood side-by-side with the others. A piercing glare and cruel smile made it’s way back to her face as she dared anyone to volunteer for her. That would ruin her pride, ruin the young girl’s dream of finally being able to participate. Dierdre had watched the past games on disk over and over, giggling and laughing madly at all the kills and horror shown before her. It was pleasurable, to see the young ones die before the careers. It must feel good to hold someone’s life in the palm of your hand, to be able to choose between mercy and death. “May the odds be ever in your favor!” The reaper called lastly, before shooing them into the building for goodbyes.

No one had visited Deer besides her father, Zues, and her mother, Maybelle. It wasn’t a very wet and sentimental goodbye, as the 3 believed she would be one to come back. They had been given only 30 minutes to talk, and in that time they discussed her battle strategies and ideas on how to kill. It was quite odd, actually.. How her parents where happy to see their daughter go off to kill. And before long, Deer was grinning madly again- giggling as her parents gave her a small hug and shooed themselves from the room. Such a lovely family, wouldn’t you say?

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Dierdre gripped the arms of her chair, keeping her head down as her hair and body was messed and tweaked with. She closed her eyes, baring the hate and loathe she felt for her stylists. Sure, they had been nice in the past- but they should know by now she HATED make-up and dressed. Girly things where horrible for her. She dug her nails into the black leather, probably chipping the fresh black polish painted on only an hour again. Feeling her head be tugged back, Deer groaned and blinked open her eyes as the feeling of a pen pressed itself to her bottom eyelid. Giving a small kick, she forced her head back out of their hands and shook her head. "There is no way you are getting me into make-up. I will deal with a dress, but no make-up. Never." Deer growled at them, sneering. The thought of how the past tributes had been dressed for interviews and parades was disgusting. Those giant purple feathers District 1 had gone with a few years back in her cousin's time; revolting. Giving a small yelp when her face was forced back towards her stylist, she felt something be injected into the back of her neck. Soon, she couldn't talk. As much as she tried, she couldn't. Not even moan in loathe or snap her head out of their grasp. It was like they had disconnected her voice-box and neck muscles from her brain. Hopefully it would where off soon. At this point, the best Deer could do was glare at the capitol woman in front of her with all the hate in her body. This woman was called Dragilla. The name actually fit her, if you ask me. Or, her appearance fit the name. She was dressed in a very tight and short neon purple dress that reached thigh high. Her legs were wearing black spider-web stockings that disappeared down the 5 inch boots that came up to her knees. Her skin was painted green, and a light purple Mohawk went down from her forehead and disappeared down her back. Deer gave out a shaky and crude laugh, the shot finally wearing off after Dragilla was done. 'Barney.' The tribute taunted in her mind, her words relating to an old children’s show from when America was still around. Once her stylist's hands where removed from her tribute, Deer shot out of the chair and put her hands up ready to struggle against anyone who wanted to force her back down. "Don't worry honey, we're all done." Dragilla chuckled out, giving her a reassuring squeeze of the hand as she lead the hesitant Deer over to the mirror.

Deer closed her eyes, not wanting to see the beautiful horror she had turned her into. Shivering at her nail artist's breathe tingling against her neck as he whispered for her to open her eyes, she slowly opened them and looked at the top wood frame of the mirror as not to see herself yet. The mirror was a few feet taller than her, not really giving her an opportunity to avoid her reflection. Containing a small whimper of small fear, she slowly let her eyes travel to the girl in front of her. Giving a startled yelp, she backed away from the beautiful girl who she had almost run into. But, the beautiful girl had done the same. Deer slowly took a step closer, realizing that that girl was her. Her dark hair had been pulled up into a curly up-do, a few pieces of hair dangling down at the side of her head. Her bangs had been cut as to be a front curtain that reached just in front of her eyes. The tribute's peachy skin had been darkened into a tanner color, flawless and free of acne. Her breasts seemed to be fuller and her stomach more tucked. Her feet where wearing small red flats, making them look petite and small. Deer examined the girl in front of her, taking in the maroon dress for last. It's sleeves hung out farther, drooping around the shoulders. Besides from those light built-in shawls, the small dress was sleeveless and laced. It hung just below her knees, spreading out like a flower. Deer ran her fingers over the laced cloth, looking at it's beauty. It was horrible. Just horrible. How could they put her in something so elegant and lady-like? It was definitely not her! Sure, it was pretty- sure to get her sponsors. But, as much reputation as it took to intimidate the younger tributes, this just ruined all her hard work. The young girl smiled thinly, looking at her stylist with mixed emotions. In less than 24 hours, she would be ontop of another child- her knives raised high with blood splattered over her face. This pretty appearance wasn't going to last long at all.

[*Eira*]

Love all animals. Big fan of Greenpeace and WWF (world wildlife fund). I believe that all animals deserve good care, and a non-abusive relationship with humans.