I just want to keep Peeta alive. KATNISS EVERDEEN;
I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to be in the Games, I just wanted to save my sister. You will rescue Peeta at the earliest opportunity, or you will find another Mockingjay. I have a message for President Snow: Fire is Catching... If we burn, you burn with us × by lizzou.
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<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif;font-size:19px;color:LightSlateGray;text-shadow: DarkOliveGreen -1px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:3px;text-transform:lowercase;"> I just want to keep Peeta alive. <span style="color: RosyBrown;text-shadow:IndianRed -1px 0px 0px;"> KATNISS EVERDEEN;</span></div><img src="https://31.media.tumblr.com/89a107873ca6d5e46b521877eac3636d/tumblr_nkwjv0EIXT1rxt1uqo4_250.gif" width=120 height=65> <img src="https://33.media.tumblr.com/3a2267dd7b89fa07acd2e091550e7208/tumblr_nkwjv0EIXT1rxt1uqo2_250.gif" width=120 height=65> <img src="https://38.media.tumblr.com/e3421bf385faa642f7158a2380ef267c/tumblr_nkwjv0EIXT1rxt1uqo8_250.gif" width=120 height=65><div style="font-size:8px;color:gray;font-family:calibri;line-height:normal;text-align:justify!important;text-transform:uppercase;width:370px;"> I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to be in the Games, I just wanted to save my sister. You will rescue Peeta at the earliest opportunity, or you will find another Mockingjay. I have a message for President Snow: Fire is Catching... If we burn, you burn with us × <em>by lizzou.</em></div></center>
If this is love, I do not want it. TAURIEL&KILI;
They are your people, you must go. - Come with me. I know how I feel, I'm not afraid. You make me feel alive. Tauriel, Amrâlimê. I think you know what that means... And I will not hide behind a wall of stone, while others fight our battles for us! It is not in my blood × by lizzou.
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<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Archivo+Black' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="font-family: 'Archivo Black', sans-serif;font-size:16px;color: DarkSeaGreen;text-shadow: LightCyan -1px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:3px;text-transform:lowercase;"> If this is love, I do not want it. <span style="color: PaleVioletRed;text-shadow: MistyRose -1px 0px 0px;"> TAURIEL&KILI;</span></div><img src="https://38.media.tumblr.com/b9502d3a5ac9cef49d3d9733786a29a1/tumblr_nl85zjVLOT1sifkp1o5_r1_250.gif" width=120 height=65> <img src="https://33.media.tumblr.com/51fcc9fdf0e4d35c90f426e45175da17/tumblr_nl85zjVLOT1sifkp1o8_r1_250.gif" width=120 height=65> <img src="https://38.media.tumblr.com/d7db3739982967c1c864d8301c34526b/tumblr_nl85zjVLOT1sifkp1o4_r1_250.gif" width=120 height=65><div style="font-size:8px;color:gray;font-family:calibri;line-height:normal;text-align:justify!important;text-transform:uppercase;width:370px;"> They are your people, you must go. - Come with me. I know how I feel, I'm not afraid. You make me feel alive. Tauriel, Amrâlimê. I think you know what that means... And I will not hide behind a wall of stone, while others fight our battles for us! It is not in my blood × <em>by lizzou.</em></div></center>
Learn all of their powers. WANDA MAXIMOFF;
We are still discovering the things we can and cannot do. The extent of her powers isn’t fully explored... But she can manipulate objects. And she has visions, and she has the ability to share them. There’s one thing Scarlet Witch isn’t, however : She’s not a mutant × by lizzou.
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<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Archivo+Black' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="font-family: 'Archivo Black', sans-serif;font-size:16px;color: IndianRed;text-shadow: Tomato -1px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:3px;text-transform:lowercase;"> Learn all of their powers. <span style="color: Darkgray;text-shadow: Gray -1px 0px 0px;"> WANDA MAXIMOFF;</span></div> <img src="https://33.media.tumblr.com/f32e330602093927ed2fbfe895c1a59e/tumblr_nkxgscX26t1tnpfs2o1_r1_250.gif" width=120 height=65> <img src="https://38.media.tumblr.com/fcfeeab309a664d07fa6c6f1bf2264a7/tumblr_nkxgscX26t1tnpfs2o5_r3_250.gif" width=120 height=65> <img src="https://31.media.tumblr.com/771ce3937a95754c3809d54831df5e9c/tumblr_nkxgscX26t1tnpfs2o7_r1_250.gif" width=120 height=65><div style="font-size:8px;color:gray;font-family:calibri;line-height:normal;text-align:justify!important;text-transform:uppercase;width:370px;"> We are still discovering the things we can and cannot do. The extent of her powers isn’t fully explored... But she can manipulate objects. And she has visions, and she has the ability to share them. There’s one thing Scarlet Witch isn’t, however : She’s not a mutant × <em>by lizzou.</em></div></center>
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❝ Emily S. Pemberton ❞
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Messages : 265 Date d'inscription : 02/10/2014 Date de naissance : 05/12/1989 Age : 34 Nationalité : Américaine Métier/activité : Agricultrice
A propos du RP Disponibilité: Barre évolution: Relations:
Aenean commodo ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Donec quam felis, ultricies nec, pellentesque pretium quis × by lizzou.
Aenean commodo ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Donec quam felis, ultricies nec, pellentesque pretium quis × by lizzou.
it’s not that they’re born brave. it’s not that they’re born strong. it’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. and it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. they’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways.
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<center><div style="width: 280px;"><div style="font-family: 'Parisienne'; font-size: 26px;color: #CC6666;">i'm bigger than these bones</div> <div style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 11px;text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -22px; letter-spacing:-1px; ">⋆ Some people are just born to fight, I think.</div> <img src="http://49.media.tumblr.com/ab27034fdcbbcaa70492596a2c38cf5c/tumblr_nuxquiPcSJ1siefdwo1_250.gif"; style="width: 137px; border-radius: 5px;margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom:5px;"><img src="http://45.media.tumblr.com/cda7912b19ffc11dfb0c0a1f29968ae5/tumblr_nuxquiPcSJ1siefdwo3_250.gif"; style="width: 137px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: 6px;margin-top: -15px;margin-bottom:5px;"> [justify][size=9][font=Helvetica]it’s not that they’re born brave. it’s not that they’re born strong. it’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. and it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. they’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways.[/font] [/size][/justify] </div></center>
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❝ Emily S. Pemberton ❞
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Messages : 265 Date d'inscription : 02/10/2014 Date de naissance : 05/12/1989 Age : 34 Nationalité : Américaine Métier/activité : Agricultrice
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Elle garde les yeux rivés sur l'aiguille des minutes, mais celle-ci, bien sûr, ne bouge pas. La pile ne fonctionne plus depuis de longues années déjà. Son père lui avait dit : sa fonction n'est plus de donner l'heure ; elle sert à nous rappeler de notre passé et toutes les choses qui nous sont sacrées. × BY LIZZOU
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<center><link href="https://docs.google.com/uc?id=0B4RnDb_JZ0HBSHYtRmRzbklWQWM" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"><link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Homemade+Apple|Rokkitt' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><table border="0" width=430><td><div style="background-image: url('https://45.media.tumblr.com/15663646aee32bfc9c1fca92e5d9245b/tumblr_o0wifphnzx1slnlloo1_250.gif')" class=giifou1></div><div style="background-image: url('http://45.media.tumblr.com/8710b45ff1bcab9f05d62e905e645839/tumblr_o0lmxx8nKY1tau2g1o3_r1_250.gif')" class=giifou2></div></td><td><div style="background-image: url('http://49.media.tumblr.com/d271aa4dac3a42acc41e90bc1573c92b/tumblr_o0lmxx8nKY1tau2g1o1_r1_250.gif')" class=giifou2></div><div style="background-image: url('https://45.media.tumblr.com/696be58671508c6a25e51e2f391d0a64/tumblr_o0wifphnzx1slnlloo5_250.gif')" class=giifou1></div></td><td><div class=titroo style="color:LightSkyBlue">❝ She is being hunted. By who ? by everyone ❞</div><div class=soucitoo> Elle garde les yeux rivés sur l'aiguille des minutes, mais celle-ci, bien sûr, ne bouge pas. La pile ne fonctionne plus depuis de longues années déjà. Son père lui avait dit : sa fonction n'est plus de donner l'heure ; elle sert à nous rappeler de notre passé et toutes les choses qui nous sont sacrées. ×<em> BY LIZZOU</em></div></td></table></link></center>
❝ We will never get a better chance than this ❞
Il ferme les yeux et laisse l'eau nettoyer la sueur et la saleté accumulées. Il se prend même à rêver que la pluie puisse tout laver, le sang, les larmes... Mais ce n'est que de l'eau et les nouveaux départs n'existent pas. C'est le lot des secrets : on les porte avec soi toute sa vie, quel que soit le prix à payer. × BY LIZZOU
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<center><link href="https://docs.google.com/uc?id=0B4RnDb_JZ0HBSHYtRmRzbklWQWM" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"><link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Homemade+Apple|Rokkitt' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><table border="0" width=430><td><div style="background-image: url('http://45.media.tumblr.com/0d13e7634d0da0ac59b6e26015fc267c/tumblr_o10qmbY7q91upc0m7o6_r1_250.gif')" class=giifou1> </div><div style="background-image: url('http://45.media.tumblr.com/3205a45366b41684fc8c49b37aaeabdf/tumblr_o10qmbY7q91upc0m7o8_r1_250.gif')" class=giifou2> </div></td><td><div style="background-image: url('http://49.media.tumblr.com/9600473ae0a807e90536d3242ab9f251/tumblr_o10qmbY7q91upc0m7o7_r1_250.gif')" class=giifou2> </div><div style="background-image: url('http://45.media.tumblr.com/447b639e6a801521cf98177e4726dfd9/tumblr_o10qmbY7q91upc0m7o5_r1_250.gif')" class=giifou1> </div></td><td><div class=titroo style="color:LightSlateGrey">❝ We will never get a better chance than this ❞</div><div class=soucitoo> Il ferme les yeux et laisse l'eau nettoyer la sueur et la saleté accumulées. Il se prend même à rêver que la pluie puisse tout laver, le sang, les larmes... Mais ce n'est que de l'eau et les nouveaux départs n'existent pas. C'est le lot des secrets : on les porte avec soi toute sa vie, quel que soit le prix à payer. ×<em> BY LIZZOU</em></div></td></table></link></center>