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Katniss Everdeen ([personal profile] accidentalrebellion) wrote in [community profile] randomshit2013-12-31 11:18 pm

ALWAYS OPEN RP POST- 2013 EDITION

Are you ready, dudes? ARE YOU EXCITED? It's time for.....--

THE 2013 PARTY OPEN RP POST



SO HERE'S WHAT YOU DO:

One: Comment here with one of your own characters! Any character in the world; I literally do not fucking care who it is. Go nuts and follow your heart's desire :'). After all, here at [community profile] randomshit, that's exactly what we are all about... RANDOM SHIT.

Two: For the comment itself, you can either request a character of mine, or leave it up to me. In addition, you can either leave a prompt, or just leave a blank comment and I'll come up with a scenario.

Three: Have fun! This post is meant for chill, relaxed, low-pressure RP c: I'll probably hit these tags slower than game tags, but this post is always open. ♥
axplicitly: (Does it look like I care?)

sob hideous

[personal profile] axplicitly 2013-05-27 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Johanna doesn’t know what possessed her to visit District 12. There’s nothing there for her, nothing there for anyone, really.

She doesn’t need anyone or anything, and hasn't allowed herself otherwise.

But…

There is a sort of camaraderie, for lack of a better word, among the surviving Victors on the rebellion’s side. No one could possibly hope to understand what they’ve been through, and the very few who try only make her want to violently hurt them. She has no use for shrinks or other well-meaning fools. There is no place for pity in what is left of a Victor’s life.

It’s why she bothers, really. It’s why she’s here in District 12, watching Katniss and Peeta fall apart even as the entirety of Panem expends all efforts in rebuilding. Johanna doesn’t have it in her to dredge up any sort of feeling like caring anymore, but she is here, just like she makes an effort to talk to Annie on the phone and to occasionally visit.

So it ticks her off to see the sorry state of the Mockingjay and her Lover Boy. It doesn’t surprise her, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying.

She doesn't move from where she is, eyeing the trowel with disinterest as she idly picks at her fingernails, though nothing escapes her sharp gaze.]


Well, for starters, stop moping. I’m really gonna hurl you know, and I’m not gonna be picky about aiming.

[Which means those primroses will be the first to go.]