Eventually, the duo made their way to Konohagakure. There Temari stood, at the great gates of the Hidden Leaf. "It's-it's been so long," she said to herself. A smile formed on the woman's face as she and Kamon made their way into the peaceful village. "Hm, I wonder..." she said a little too loud. Kamon looked up. "Hm? Something the matter Temari?" the girl asked. Temari shook her head. "No, everything's fine. I was just wondering if a certain someone was here." Kamon, with a confused look on her face, looked around the area. "Who?" "Shikamaru Nara," Temari answered with a grin. There was a slight pause between the two, until Temari finally said with a cough. "Um, but we don't have time for formalities. We have a mission to fulfill." Kamon nodded in agreement as they went and asked random people if they knew anything about this mysterious Organization.
I thought they were saying 'Open Condom Style'. xD;;
Nice! I hope you'll focus on your studies~
*hugs* You alright, Momma?
I'm good, thanks! How're you? c:
But then, like I said, what if emotions are running high for whatever reason and some fighting breaks out? It wouldn't be a chill-out zone then, yes? And yes, obviously having a higher rank than somebody comes with power. They'd have the power to stop conflicts, for this case. Sure, others can try to diffuse the situation, but it's the respect you have for a leader/moderator/whatever that truly makes the conflict stop. "Oh, I hate Adventure Time. It's insanely idiotic and I find anyone who watches that crap is an imbecile too!" "What? Adventure Time isn't stupid, it's a great show. Obviously either: 1) you're stupid or 2) you simply have no taste." And thus the bickering back and forth continues. "Enough bickering you two! Here, let us talk in a separate group and figure this out." (oh snap, one of the moderators is pretty serious. i should really stop while i'm ahead and work this out). Yes, the example is a little silly, but I think I got my point across. The feeling of having a watchful eye over you keeps everyone in check.
I like the idea, but I just have one concern... What if the Skype group separates into these 'cliques', or what if some intense fighting and hostility breaks out? Oh, and another thing: would there be 'moderators' of some sort in the group? You know, to keep things in check and keep hostility low? If so, who would have the right to decide these moderators?
Sweet Magic by Junky x Lon <3
So the invisible Jayn has come out of hiding, eh? c; How're you doing, dear?
Oh? What do we have here...? Oh no, don't mind me... just moseying on down here... First impressions? Current impressions? Favorite kind of soup [ if you like soup ]? Do you think we should talk more? Favorite webcomic? Tumblr... yay or nay?
This I cannot dispute. o: There are some shows that come close, but AT is the best of them all! <3
Wow... some people just have no taste. :/ Or rather, different opinions. /sigh
>Look deeply into the mirror. Notice if there are any blemishes on your face, or if there is something on the mirror [ small writing, etc. ].
Say what? Big Bang Theory is an excellent show!
To where exactly...?
>Check your pockets [ if you have any ]. > [ if not ] Explore surroundings.
>Deeply consider the name Anastasia.
>Search for some form of light.
Why's that Makaze? :c
Apollo Verriso I rest my head on my open palm as I glare out the window in my car, viewing the outside world's mesmerizing beauty. Well, it looks much better than District IX, that's for sure. I sigh as my eyes wonder up to ceiling as I lay down on the booth. Unexpectedly, I am calm. At first, when my name had been called, I was in a mass hysteria, naturally. I panicked, out of thousands upon thousands of names, my name was picked. Sure, I've entered my name a few extra times for the years of not enough income, but still, thousands of names... but me. "Why me? Why!?" I mutter to myself. Then I start to think about them... my family, those who I hold most close. "What about Mum and Lisa and Hera...? What about them!? How can I support them if I'm stuck-" I proceed to kick the wall of my car. "-here!" I notice my breathing has quickened as I shake my head. "No... you can't let them inside your head Apollo. You need to stay strong, and calm!" I give myself a not-so reassuring nod and sit back up. I hear my car door open and see her emerge as she slides the door shut: my Mentor, Cicilia. She seems... perky, which is quite odd for a woman like herself. I open my mouth to give a warm greeting, but pause as I notice she's about to speak. Cicilia Amergo "Hello Apollo." I blurt out as the boy sits there, quiet as a mouse. I approach him. "What's the matter big boy?" I smile. Still quiet. I decide to give up as I sit across from him and cross my legs. The look in his eyes, the sudden expression of loss and sadness, almost brings a frown to my face. I've felt a connection with each and every one of my Tributes, but Apollo? Apollo is different. There's something special about him, I know it. Something none of my past Tributes have had. Alright, alright, maybe I'm a little biased since I knew his father before he died. I bite my lip as I see Apollo crack a slight smirk. My trademark sign that something's on my mind. A little something I picked up from my Hunger Games. "Hey, pretty-boy. Now you decide to smile?" A smirk begins to form on my face as well as Apollo suddenly bursts into laughter. I can't help but laugh as well. This is the first time I've genuinely laughed in a while, and ironically enough, about absolutely nothing. I feel my eyes begin to fill with water. Like I said, something's special about this boy... and this year's Hunger Games. Something special indeed.
