New kind of victory.

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone on the District Tours.
What| The Celebration dinners for all the Districts.
Where| Specified in thread.
When| The second night they are there.
Warnings/Notes| Find your district below. Leave any questions here. And please add any needed warning into your subject line when appropriate.

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[carnagecarnival]

"You've kept at with your factuals," He notes. "HATCHED TO DARK, LIVE IN DARK, DIE IN MOTHERFUCKING DARK. He don't got a know for how all your kind want for making your business be of the day. COLORS MAY BE FOUND IN OTHER WAYS. In other ways they may up and motherfucking be found."

As he listens to her tale, he turns his claws in on his palm, digging. Then, he squeezes his hand until color drips down from it onto the sand. Against the dark hue of the wet grain, the purple drops the fall almost looks bright. He starts to draw patterns off it.

"SHE CAN DO AS ALL SHE WILLS UPON THAT. She could make to preform creation of the wicked pictures now if all gumption got to her. ONLY REDS BUT HIS SICKEST MIRACLE. Perhaps there is comestible what all may make at for dyes," He suggests.

[stilest]

Claudia winces a little when he draws his own blood to draw with. "Maybe," she says. "I don't know of anything that dyes blood--I've never been much for science, that was always my sister's thing--and human blood has a tendency to turn dark brown anyway once it dries... and I'm not sure how much I can spare, anyway, we don't seem to be able to bleed as much as you trolls can, but it's a good suggestion."

Well, it's a terrifying and disturbing suggestion, but that's the kind of kid Fraysong is. He's really a nice guy underneath.

She leans over, though, and dips her own fingers in the blood, tracing off her own patterns next to his.

[carnagecarnival]

"DON'T," He snaps quick, with a cutting motion of his hand. "I will have no discussion of that science blasphemy in my presence." He says it with a stern undertone of 'and that's the end of that'.

He nods though as her turns back. "BROWN IS A COLOR. So is motherfucking maroon. BUT SUPPOSE TRUE IT ALL TO BE USELESS IS A MOTHERFUCKER DIES." He shrugs.

"She can just use for mine all then, as she is." He draws a smile in the sand.