hayley wouldn't make it five miles

( Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. - E.L. Doctorow )

I think that even I can manage this one!

You post a "top five" topic, list, category, etc. for one of my characters, such as "five tattoos Jane would get" or "five reasons Bob recycles." Then I'll reply with the answers to all your top 5 ideas. Serious or fun!

Oh, Shynnah. Never change.

Edit: And I must really be a masochist to be re-reading this interchange between Paisley and Dornick. It's making me all whibbly.

( death bingo - dun dun dun )

For some reason in the gamemaker-verse, I'm imagining someone from the Capitol wearing these to a party and everyone else all like: IS IT A STATEMENT? OR IS SHE JUST STUPID?

Edit: Or this. It has SKULLS on it. And it is the colour of BLOOD. OMG WHAT WILL PRESIDENT SNOW DO?

Popping up again from my hiatus: but if you were to app the Escort for District Three in a Hunger Games rp, what stupid silly Roman-influenced name would you call her?

She's basically very intelligent, and wanted Three because they seem to have the smartest tributes/mentors, but due to being in the Capitol and the limitations on knowledge within Panem, she doesn't really have an outlet for her intellectual abilities. Twenty years from now, she'll either be a Gamemaker - or turned into an Avox. Not because she'd have done anything wrong, but because she's so clever, people in power can be naturally suspicious of her. And her PB is Ksenia Solo.

Hey everyone. Just as a FYI, my dissertation is due on the 10th of January, so I'll be scarce between now and then. I'll be doing a log or two to keep my sanity, and keeping up with things OOC-wise, especially with my Head Boy (because while I am disorganised, Jeremiah isn't), but don't expect to see me around much!

♥

( Application: District Eleven Tribute )

It's around 50 F outside. Which would be fine for December if I were living in the northern hemisphere, but it is meant to be the sandals and sunscreen season down here. WTF weather?

Anyways, there seems to be some sort of metafiction going around feinted in which IC exams mean that the characters are slowing down, which means that I have less excuses not to work on my dissertation, and everyone is gearing up for Christmas. Guess it's time to do some hard core word count?

Went to the Foo Fighters gig on Tuesday. My brother and I were standing further back, but apparently people around the stage were jumping so hard that it set off a quake warning. Go us?