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You burned me out but I'm back at your door like Joan of Arc coming back for more.
Silver's chariot/parade costume didn't turn out as good as it seemed in my head. :/ Oh well.
 
Anyway, as for an explanation, my districtmate (@die-to-win-born-to-lose) and I were given the prompt of making our tributes "glow from the inside out" and the mention of geodes (which, admittedly I had no idea that's what those rough-crystally-rocks were called despite the fact that I had a hundreds of them as a child). Anyway, we decide, due to some obvious limitations, that because we couldn't exactly 'glow' we could at least sparkle. We wanted to include geodes (which I kind of did with Silver's headpiece) but to also make their out fits look like stone with sparkling/glowing crystal-ness coming out out, in my case I attempted (poorly) to have it showing through the cracks in her skirt-thing (if you roll your mouse over the shiny bits on her skirt you can see the crack item I used). Our tributes are careers, so it's neat to have them with a tough/rocky outer layer and a slightly exposed inside.
Class of 2012, how do you feel? WE FEEL SO GOOD, OH WE FEEL SO GOOD, UH! (insert pelvic thrust)
Oh frosh week, you so silly. I never would have remembered that stupid call-and-answer if our glorious valedictorian hadn't of reminded us this afternoon.
 
Oh yes! I graduated today! Got my fancy Honours degree all framed and everything. And I happen to be one of the very few students who can actually read what our degrees say, so at least my Latin skills aren't totally wasted, haha. So if you thought I was ignoring you or was being a jerk because I didn't have things done for roleplays or Hunger Games-related business, I apologize, but this is why. I've been pretty busy this past week, but I should slow down now.
 
Yay Mount Allison Class of 2012!
III. House Greyjoy - "We Do Not Sow"
Flippin' Greyjoys.
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It's just a bit of harmless fun. {hp}
EVENT:
Evie's hosting a party, courtesy of her brother Eliot. It's supposed to be to 'socialise' her at Haverleigh. Come on in, but only if you can sneak out of the dorms first. And don't forget the drinks.
 
Later! If you want in the story, let me know and I'll work something out!
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Simple thing, where have you gone? {obm audition}
Good gravy, I don' think I could have made this set any uglier if I tried.
 
Name: Freya Larsen
Nickname: (if any)
Age: 16
Element: Earth
Circle: Europa
Song: Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
Word: Drapetomania
Quote: “To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.”
 
Good Qualities: friendly, clever, quick to laugh, quirky, placid
Bad Qualities: quick to laugh (her go-to reaction), disimulative (in attempt to conceal what she might actually say/do), occasionally suspicious, anxious, awkward
Bio: Raised by her grandmother in the middle class district of Edinburgh, Freya grew up a slightly off-beat child. Known for her preference to hide in the garden and run around barefoot, hiding amongst the plants and lawn furniture and terrorizing the cats, she was near feral as a small child. As she developed speech capabilities, Freya would spout nonsense, a habit which show up every so often later in her life, leading to bullying and criticism from the other girls at her school. Coming to terms with the fact that others did not appreciate her...uniqueness, Freya decided she could no longer be Freya, she had to become like everyone else to avoid being noticed and picked on as she had so very often in her youth. The change in her attitude and character did not go unnoticed by her guardian. Having developed the ability to adapt and mimic the attitudes and behaviours of her female peers, Freya became much different than the girl her grandmother knew her to be; deciding that the friends Freya had made at school were becoming a bad influence and that her granddaughter needed a place to be educated where her odd personality and behaviours would be accepted, she began to search for a new school. She didn’t have to search long before a letter addressed to Freya from Marseilles fell through their letterbox.
 
Likes: running through wet or warm grass barefoot, going barefoot in general, fairy lights, how everything smells before and after it rains, the full moon, thundershowers, picking at old scabs, blending into crowds, coloured glass, her grandmother’s baking (bless her), photography, fresh flowers, broken china
Dislikes: dissecting animals, sitting still for extended periods of time, when multiple people talk at once over each other, liver and onions, bee stings, cooking magazines (they’re not the same as cookbooks), oil pastels, poodles
Hobbies: singing in the shower, bug collecting, reading old children’s novels from the war period, baking, doodling, tree climbing
Quirks/Bad Habits: Freya has a tendency to bite her nails when she becomes anxious or nervous, a bad habit her grandmother has been trying to break her of for years, though nothing ever seems to work. Occasionally talks nonsense words to herself under her breath. Sometimes it’s hard to get Freya to stay in one place if she’s left alone - her grandmother has often found her wandering around the house and the garden in the middle of the night for no reason other than the fact that Freya had suddenly decided she had to get out of her bedroom (this progressed as she got older and on several occasions she had climbed out windows and began walking up and down the street). Her number one bad habit would be concealing her true self from others, especially her peers out of fear that she may once again become subject to the whispering and taunting she faced in the past.
Style: Freya’s style changes as often as she changes her mind, which is annoyingly often. It never stays quite the same, but she typically prefers comfort over looks since she has no interest in fashion itself. She frequently shops with other people and takes their opinions on what she should wear, whether it be a friend’s opinion or her grandmother’s.
(just a bit about what she wears, where she shops, how she feels about her style and maybe how others feel)
 
Model: Lily Collins
 
QUESTIONS:
1. Where are you from and who do you live with when you're not dorming at school (Holidays, breaks, summer)?
I’m from Edinburgh, Scotland, where I live with my Gran.
2. What is your favorite subject at school and why? Probably art. The let you alone most of the time and so you can do whatever you like, or at least that was always my experience at other schools. Expressionism is always encouraged, they say.
3. Generally what kind of people are you friends with? (popular, artsy, smart, chill, partiers etc)
Just about anyone, so long as they like to laugh. I can’t abide by people who take themselves seriously.
4. How do you feel about the school? Did you want to come or were you forced by your parents?
My grandmother thought it might be a good change for me to get out of Edinburgh for a while and it sounded interesting. The brochure seemed promising and the school offers a lot of things you normally wouldn’t have the chance to try, do, or learn at the kinds of schools I’ve been to.
-out of character-
5. How did you interpret the song, word, and quote and how did you apply it to your character?
At first I was going to attempt to make Freya a selective mute who was terrified of what other people thought of her, but then I kept looking at the image paired with her information in the collection and it didn’t connect with the idea I had, so I changed my mind. I had to think about it for a while, especially concerning the quote, but I decided that Freya might have a touch of a disorder, possibly Tourette’s, ADHD, or even a little bit OCD, or perhaps certain elements from all three without having been properly diagnosed with any of them (as I admittedly don’t know that much about Tourette’s or ADHD other than what I can read on the internet/Wikipedia). Thus she ended up being a bit off-centre and knowing it, so she tries to hide it to avoid being bullied as she was as a child (which I’ve mentioned a billion times by now) - in my mind, Freya desires nothing more than to be herself, but also wants to say the right things, do the right things, and be the person she thinks she should be, but she just kind of ends up laughing as a reaction to everything because she’s confused or unsure how to react. People will find her irritating, there’s no doubt. The song and word kind of go together, combining her impulsive need to leave rooms or buildings just so she can be outside and her desire to find someplace to be alone and just be herself, which is outside in nature (thus later tying into her power/connection to the earth element).
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Wondering if a Game of Thrones roleplay exists? Look no farther!
Join To Win, To Die {TWTD}: http://www.polyvore.com/to_win_die_twtd/group.show?id=141281
 
Winter is Coming, and there is a war brewing, an uprising on its way. The common folk are unhappy with the Targayen's rule and ready to start a rebellion. The King is gathering his forces, ready to squash all in his path, but there are whispers that some of the Great houses are ready to oppose him as well. The King and his advisors know they must make alliances, before all band against him, and the best way to do so is marriage. The King has three sons and two daughters, and he is prepared to go against tradition and well them all to individuals from other houses. So, he makes a command that all nobles under the age of twenty and five must come to court, so he can make the best matches for his children.

While men go to war, it is the women who fight the real battles, and King's Landing has never seen one so fierce.
 
http://www.polyvore.com/to_win_die_twtd/group.show?id=141281
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II. House Baratheon - "Ours is the Fury"
If anyone's interested, there's Game of Thrones roleplay in the works, and it looks like it's going to be quite fun: http://www.polyvore.com/to_win_die_twtd/group.show?id=141281.
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I. House Arryn - "As High as Honour"

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I. House Arryn - "As High as Honour"
Or "As Crazy as Fuck" if we're talking about Lysa Arryn.
Some people will do anything to get to the top. {twtd} - finished!
@somewhatheartless-somewhatgrown I hope you don't mind, I gave a name to her father, since I didn't know what his actual name was going to be.
 
Name: Alanna Lannister
Age: Six and Ten
Bio: As beautiful and intelligent as any Lannister, Alanna is also arrogant and headstrong. But understands how to play the game and the cost of misstepping. She covers her sense of superiority with smiles and manners. Two-faced and conniving, she has one goal in mind: she wants to be queen. And she will be...all her life she's been trained for this, and she won't disappoint her family, not again.
Relationship Status: single, but no intention of staying that way
Model: Josephine Skriver
Taken By: semper-eadem?
 
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If there was one thing Alanna Lannister could be accused of it certainly wasn’t stupidity.
 
Before she even received summons from her father to come to his solar, she had already known of the command sent out from King’s Landing concerning the marital prospects of the Targaryen princes and princesses. If anything, it was an understatement to say that ravens moved quickly in Casterly Rock. Keeping her head held high as she followed Septa Maryl to take audience with her father. As the house guards opened the door to the solar for the two women, the light which spilled out and into the already sun-lit corridor was almost blinding. But Alanna Lannister refused to even blink as her eyes pained. The solar, which was almost entirely made of a series of gold-rimmed glass window panes overlooking the Summer Sea below, was warm and inviting - something Lord Lorell Lannister was not.
 
“Leave us, Septa.” The Lord of Casterly Rock had his back to the door, his hands clasped behind him as well as he appeared to be gazing at a distance out the windows. Septa Maryl bid as she was ordered and left the room silently, smiling encouragingly at her charge. Only moments after the door closed behind her did Lord Lorell turn around to face his youngest daughter. “Would it that your sister was not already married,” he said, not bothering to raise or lower his voice. Indicating a scroll lying on his desk to his side, her father continued. “You and your brother are to go to King’s Landing, as summoned by the King.” His eyes flickered over Alanna. “It would seem he is finally in want of allies rather than kin. ‘All nobles under the age of five and twenty must come to court...,’” her father quoted. “I will be escorting the both of you there.” If he was annoyed by her lack of speech, his face did not betray it. “I hope that this time, Alanna, you will not disappoint me, nor your mother. We Lannisters are rich in gold, family, and weapons, but it is no secret we are want for friends and allies.”
 
Anger and pride swelled in her chest, but, keeping her expression calm, Alanna spoke. “I will not disappoint this time, I promise.” She would capture the interest of the eldest Targaryen prince, if not only to prove her worth to her father but to serve her own ambitious purposes. This time, she promised herself, there will be no distractions. She would become the future Queen of Westeros if it was the last thing she did.
 
“You have already ruined one marriage proposal,” her lord father reminded her cooly. Alanna set her jaw firmly to stop herself from speaking. “What gives rise to any thoughts of you succeeding in King’s Landing? Wanting ears hear many things.”
 
Tilting her chin upward, Alanna stated confidently, “I /will/ be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.” Her father crossed his arms over his chest. She would do anything to become queen, even if it meant poisoning and killing her way to the top. A Lannister’s success was not without a few skeletons in the wardrobe, and Alanna’s was only beginning to fill.
 
“We shall see about that.”
 
To play the game of thrones, as Alanna and many other understood, you either won or you died. Once she set foot in King’s Landing, there would be no returning to Casterly Rock, of that Alanna Lannister was most certain.
 
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Songs for Alanna:
 
Disarm // The Smashing Pumpkins
 
I send this smile over to you.
Disarm you with a smile,
Leave you like they left me here...
The killer in me is a killer in you.
 
Power and Control // Marina & The Diamonds
 
Power and control,
I’m gonna make you fall.
Women and men, we are the same,
but love will always be a game.
We give and take a little more,
eternal game of tug and war.
 
Laughing With a Mouth of Blood // St. Vincent
 
See I traded my plot of land
For a plane to anywhere.
(Oh, where do you go?)
And I can’t see the future,
But I know it’s got big plans for me.
(Oh, what does it see?)
 
Mariella // Kate Nash
 
… as soon as I’ve got an opinion
It just has to come out...
Sometimes I wish I was like Mariella
She got some pritt-stick
And she glued her lips together
So she never had to speak.
 
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Top Three Choices (just in case):
1. Alanna Lannister
2. Jael Tyrell
3. Guendoline Martell
Silver Odinshoot ; cover photo/poster thingy
That took way more effort than it should have. OCD? I have it.
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