Don't worry I am :{H A R D}: as stone//Stine family//blitz

[circe murdock d4b 🌊 minie]

Future Stine
3 | 17 | female | Rachel Lehnen

[presto]

I got reaped, I was the first ever Stine to get reaped. Now I was sitting in the justice building on a red chair, waiting to see if anyone wanted to come say goodbye, I highly doubt anyone would miss me, maybe my family, but I have no friends that will even bother come by. I put my arms on the arm rest and waited for someone to come in, and tell me good luck. Maybe if they just slapped me and called me a slut, I wouldn’t care, just the idea of even bothering to come see me was satisfaction enough. I let a loud sigh from my mouth and turned around so that my head was on the place where my legs were supposed to be, and I let my hair hang down and I kept on watching the door.

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[Sage]

Ashling Maple "I'm just a puppet on a string, it's better than nothing."	District 3
	Female
	Seventeen
	Tiffany Thompson

The sound of a voice wakes me from a dreamless, drug-induced sleep and I feel a hand roughly lift me from where I lay on the bed of the doll house. I blink open my odd green-gray eyes and stare at my puppet master Damien Stine, who does not look thrilled. He's going to hurt me. the thought runs through my head before I can stop it but when he begins dragging me out of the house and into the streets of the district, I feel relief set in. It feels so good to be outside and to feel the sun on my face but we do not have time. Before I know it, we are walking up the steps to the justice building and into a small room that holds Damiens sister, Future Stine. I can't keep the snarl or disgust from my voice as courage I didn't know I had surfaces. "So, the puppet master will become the Capitols puppets now" I snatch my hands away from my puppet masters and approach the hated Stine, my eyes angry. "Perhaps this is karma. Take this." a sharp crack echoes through the room and I turn away as Damiens hands wrap around my wrists. What have I done? I have stricken one of the puppet masters. Oh Ripred, surely he will punish me now. I cower away from my puppet master, my eyes pleading. "I'm sorry, I hate her, all of you." I say, feeling his breath on the back of my neck. Never before have I been more afraid for my life than I am now.

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[circe murdock d4b 🌊 minie]

Future Stine
3 | 17 | female | Rachel Lehnen

[presto]

The first ones to come visit me were Damian, and his supid puppet girl. I expected Damian, to tell me that he doesn't care if I die or not. I was never loved in my family, the most probably think I'm a rotten little slut, and that is exactly what I am. What I didn't expect to happen happend. The puppet girl got op the nerve to talk to me, and she slapped me right acrosse my face. I feel the slap sting and burn, as rub my hand against my cheek. I stand up from my sitting position and walked up to her, false pitty was overflowing my green eyes. "Ashling Ashling Ashling" I scolded her and then let my hand stroke her pale skin. "I hope you know, that I have no intention of dieng, that I will come home" my expression hardend, and my fist flew directly into her eye socket "I hope Damian punnishes you terribly, and when I come back, you will be my last kill"

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[Sage]

Ashling Maple "I'm just a puppet on a string, it's better than nothing."	District 3
	Female
	Seventeen
	Tiffany Thompson

What the hell have I done? Ashling, you are so stupid, what where you thinking slapping one of the puppet masters in the face. It is the worst insult to give anyone. I hate her My eyes gaze at the clearly pissed female in front of me and I find my face contorting with rage as she makes to stroke my face. "Ashling, Ashling, Ashling" she almost cooes but I am not fooled. This girl is dangerous. "I hope you know, that I have no intention of dying, that I will come home" Before I can react, her fist connects with my face and I reel backwards, my head throbbing. "I hope Damian punnishes you terribly, and when I come back, you will be my last kill" Her words send chills up my spine and I look at my puppet master, fear coursing through my veins. His wrath is terrifying, I have seen it but I have never been the target of it. The thought of what awaits me is truly and utterly terrifying. I turn away from her, praying to Ripred that she dies a painful and horrible death before exiting the room, holding my cheek where a purplish bruise is beginning to form.

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