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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 02:12 PM
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Bolt's full attention was on the boy in his living room now, as if by looking at him, he could get the kid to tell the story. He had a million questions--what was he doing here stealing, if he had parents? His parents had, perhaps, not wanted to pay for treatment for a kid that wasn't theirs--but did they need to let their other son steal? What was going on there, he wondered. And what was going on with this kid anyway--Orsino had been walking around the arena, talking to him, confessing love, telling stories...it had to take some kind of toll on him. Perhaps that was why he was breaking into Victor mansions.

Not one of the myriad questions that popped into his head had to do with the boy's relationship with Orsino. Their tribute had made that pretty clear, on his side, at least, and Bolt wasn't in a position to judge anyone, least of all kids, for their relationship choices.

He gave the boy a sympathetic smile. "Well, you know how everyone likes a sensation in the arena," he said, turning his eyes back to the screen. The commentators' faces were gone, and instead, the screen was filled with a shot of the Cornucopia, the ashes and debris cleared away and replaced by a table full of food. And four mysterious boxes.

"I think this is it," he said, nodding towards the screen. "Sit down, kid. It might be a while." And you don't want to miss this, he added in his head. He was convinced their tribute was coming out on top--despite the fact that he felt for the other districts, he knew Ten had the strongest kid in the Games at the moment.

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Sebastian Gates-Kava
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 03:24 PM
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Sebastian only nodded carefully, sliding down into a seat as he saw a girl - the one from Nine - appearing at the feast and darting forward to grab her own gift, then vanishing into the Cornucopia itself. "Maybe." He murmured, more or less registering Orsino appearing on the Cornucopia and taking his own box, not caring to run and hide.

"Sometimes these things go by quickly..." Hours, probably, until they would see their Victor. It wouldn't go for much longer than that, he felt. With only three left to die... it was natural. They wanted blood - they would be getting blood. "Your brother - he's the guy victor, right?" He asked curiously. Admittedly, this was not all that hard... They only had a handful of victors after all. Maybe a few, yes, and more than a few other districts who only had one or two.

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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 04:36 PM
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Bolt watched the girl from Nine arrive and hide in the Cornucopia--it was a good strategy. She was lucky she got there first. But she was smaller than Orsino; she could hide, and he could still probably take her down, even if she did have the element of surprise of surprise on him.

"I don't know," he said doubtfully. "The ones who are left haven't done a whole lot of fighting, except your brother and the girl from Twelve. It might be a while." Or they all might gang up on one and try and pick them off that way; Bolt didn't know if Orsino had any real allies left in the arena, but there was at least one pair together, and that was dangerous to anyone who didn't have another set of hands with them.

He glanced at Sebastian and nodded. "He is," he said simply, turning his attention back to what was happening on the screen, as the commentators showed shots of each tribute not yet at the Feast and discussed what would happen when the rest arrived.

"He's the one whose weapons you're after," he added wryly. "If they were mine...well, they wouldn't be mine, actually. So it's a good thing he's in the Capitol at the moment."

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Sebastian Gates-Kava
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 05:48 PM
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Sebastian considered it carefully. That was true. Admittedly, even the girl from Twelve hadn't done a lot of fighting either - more like she was attacked numerous times and defended herself... And, in the case of one, took advantage of what she could do at that moment in time. "We'll see." They would have to fight - though. All of them would have to fight... or... or... Sebastian did not want to think of what they would send after them in that arena.

He watched with an odd curiosity what was happening next as the rest of the tributes arrived. Orsino was... hesitating, but Sebastian could understand why, in a way. For a minute, he felt himself clinging to the words he was hearing - maybe because he really was afraid that these would be the last words that he would ever hear from Orsino. That thought shuddered in him and he ducked his head, still watching, but almost not wanting to. He was never squeamish, but it had always felt so wrong to watch him bleed.

"It's just the bow. Anything else I have with me has been mine for awhile." He was trying to find something else to say - to cling to - that felt more tangible than watching someone he loved up there on the screen.

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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 06:17 PM
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They would definitely see--and soon. Orsino was coming out of a tube, and then pretty quickly, there came the girl from Twelve and the boy from Three together. Bolt watched with interest as they all opened their boxes, annoyed when the commentators would interrupt the live coverage to discuss the items the tributes had received and how they could be used. Who cared? What mattered was what happened next.

Except...what happened next was...eating. They decided to eat. It wasn't highly unusual, but it wasn't exactly what the Capitol wanted them to do, he was sure. But these kids were approaching everything very hesitantly...like a committee of who to kill, almost. It was strange--if he paid more attention to the Games, he might know if something like that had ever been done before, but at the moment, he was too absorbed in trying to figure out what would happen next that he couldn't be bothered to think about previous anything.

He glanced over to Sebastian; the kid wasn't looking at the screen, despite the fact that there hadn't been any bloodshed yet, though it was apparently imminent. They were already discussing how to divide up the fights--as if it were something civil and easy, like picking groups for a school project. Eerie, almost, the very orderly way in which they would decide who fought to the death.

"What else d'you have on you, then?" he asked, because the kid seemed to need a topic of conversation that wasn't about the boy on the screen. Bolt couldn't blame him; he remembered all too well what it was like to watch his brother fighting for his life on a screen in the district square. He'd have given a good deal to have someone trying to distract him from that.

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Sebastian Gates-Kava
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 07:24 PM
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How were they even going to pick the fights like this? Something... fair and left to chance could work, but how? "Just a few knives." Admittedly, he supposed the Capitolites loved this - or hated it. Loved it because it was such an odd way to decide who would die. Almost comedic and laughable, even, for them who never had to worry about their people dying on national television. Hated it, maybe, because no one had died yet. "I'm the fighter, you could say. Not him." He murmured.

Drawing... matches. Was certainly a curious way to decide who lived and who died. "Even if I'm more underhanded in it." Orsino, for all that Sebastian did love him, was almost noble to a fault. Fair and, for it, a good person. Sebastian wasn't so good and he knew it, at least. Realized it for what it was. That was better, now, he supposed to never knowing.

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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 08:54 PM
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"A few?" Bolt said, raising his eyebrows. "Do I want to know how many 'a few' actually is?" He honestly didn't care much, seeing as how the kid hadn't proved violent. But what the hell he was doing with all those knives...was he going to sell them all? Or was he up to something more like Cara, with the training and the secrecy? It wasn't his place to ask, he knew, but normally he might have anyway. But not now--not considering the circumstances and what they were watching play out on the television.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the matches the kids were drawing. Orsino was first, and it looked short, and then the girl from Nine...short. That was good, Bolt was pretty sure--well, not for the girl from Nine. But Orsino was bigger, he had a sword...he could make it out alive, if the girl didn't have something up her sleeve.

Silence, from the commentators, for the first time in what felt like days as the girl from Nine sliced at Orsino. Bolt cringed as the blood blossomed from the boy'd side; he would feel that as he went on, that was for sure.

"Damn!" he swore, leaning forward. The girl had gotten the jump on him--but hopefully if wouldn't slow the boy down too much.

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Sebastian Gates-Kava
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 09:09 PM
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Sebastian only shook his head at that last question. "No, you probably don't."

It was the straw pulling... and then the fight began. Sebastian watched, carefully, not wanting to speak. But after awhile - there was a certain sense of knowledge, even without the commentators chattering... and Sebastian could see it too. Slowly, watching Orsino bleed to death. Slowly, slumping to the ground. Gone. No longer here.

Probably for the first time in an age, he registered the tears slowly dripping down his face - hot and salty. His eyes - his very body betraying him and his feelings as he let out a choked, wet noise from his throat. It was as if it was a strangled plea. He stood almost hastily, leaving the bow and bag there as he raised up his hands to cradle the back of his head, his arms covering his ears as his head ducked down and his feet led him back out into the hallway.

His vision was swimming with the tears already and his heart almost sunk deep into him. Heavy and hollow as he bit back on his tongue so hard that he drew blood. He cursed loudly, unsure what else to do. For a moment, he wanted to be there - to just sit next to him, to hold onto him before the hovercraft came and took him and cleaned him up. To feel him while he was still warm. He shifted to bite at the sleeve of his jacket, wadding up the fabric in his mouth as if to force himself into a state of silence.

As if silence could help him now, for it was why they were here at all - why Orsino was dead in the arena and why he was standing here crying and why his parents had forced him out of the house and why - and why - and why...

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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 10:21 PM
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Bolt couldn't focus on much else other than the fight. It didn't take long, but every close up, every shot of their faces as they swung and stabbed at each other was agonizing. He had hope, and he clung to it for so long...but the girl was quick, and she knew what she was doing with that knife. She wasn't injured like he was injured...and then he got that terrible sinking feeling in his stomach. Of realization.

It was over faster than it had begun, and then the cannon sounded, and Bolt felt a terrible sense of disappointment. And more than disappointment, there was the inexplicable guilt. There was nothing he could have done, there were no sponsors to be had, there was no way to help him...and yet, he could have had more time. Years, even. If he hadn't had known...

Bolt was yanked out of his reverie when Sebastian stood up suddenly. Bolt had nearly forgotten the kid was in the room, but now his own guilt seemed absolutely ridiculous and unimportant in comparison to the grief of the kid who had broken into his house. They had been close, obviously...but what did you say to a kid who had just watched his sort-of brother, sort-of lover die a violent death?

There was nothing to say, really.

He stood, but the kid was off, out into the hallway, and Bolt didn't know what he'd do...he didn't know this kid, and he had knives on him, despite the fact he'd dropped the bow. "Hey," he said, following him out into the hallway. He hesitated when he saw the boy in the hall, shirt stuffed in his mouth, crying. He didn't know the kid--didn't know how he'd react...but he was still a grieving child. What would he do if it was Xavier in his place?

There really weren't any words, not when someone was this upset, and he knew from experience that words sometimes made things worse. So he just reached out and put a comforting hand on Sebastian's shoulder.

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Sebastian Gates-Kava
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 11:36 PM
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He only barely heard the greeting - with his arm shoved up to cover his hearing in his good ear and the other ear... well, not being a good ear to hear from at all. But he heard him, still. Barely. He had not lost feeling in his shoulder, however. For a moment, he was in a limbo of thought. He wanted to shrink away - to find a small, dark room to hide in and just cry, kicking and screaming in anger. Not just at the Capitol or at Orsino's fool's errand, but at himself for not thinking to force Orsino's hand away... But then, he wanted someone. Stranger or not, he wanted something more to hold onto than the knives that hid in his boots or lined his belt and his jacket.

He remembered Orsino coming to them at fourteen. They were only barely the same age - and yet Orsino seemed so much younger, thinner, quieter, and smaller in the sense of seeming to make himself small and less about his physical stature. Yet, older, somehow. He thought, for a moment, of his own fight to help the boy speak - how much he smiled when he heard him utter a word other than 'please' or 'thank you.' He would rather speak - stay - have some comfort from a stranger... Than become unable to do it.

He was still crying before leaning almost into the man's hand - pressing to his arm in a way. As if testing his boundaries rather than breaking them. Carefully, he pulled his jacket sleeve out of his mouth, wet and covered in an odd mixture of tears and saliva and an utter mess now. "He used to be so quiet." His words were choked, wet from the tears. "Jumped at so much as a touch, too. Always fidgeting... Like he was ready to hide any second." He murmured. "I'm glad he... he got to speak - to say what he needed to before he... before he... even if I couldn't..." And then words were useless again, strangled into silence by his tears.

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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 6 2012, 09:45 AM
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The kid didn't jump or shrug his hand off or attack him, which honestly, he half expected. Kids could be violent in their grief, even the docile ones, and Bolt was hesitant to get too close to the boy. He didn't know the kid from Adam, after all--he'd just happened to catch him in the basement. And he just happened to have been his foster brother's doctor. It was a tenuous connection at best and didn't lend him any room to stick his nose into the boy's business or to intrude on his grief.

But then, Bolt was never very good at keeping his nose out of other people's business. He liked helping--he needed to help people, and it had driven him nuts these last weeks that there was nothing he could do to help the boy who had been his patient. Now, at least, he had the opportunity to help Sebastian in whatever way, even if it was none of his business.

The boy sort of leaned back into the hand Bolt had put on his shoulder, and he didn't need anymore encouragement than that--this wasn't a kid who needed knives to throw or something to hit. This was a kid who needed support, as anyone would in his shoes. He stepped forward and put his arms firmly around the boy, pulling him into a hug the way he'd have hugged his own son, if it were Xavier who had lost a friend in the Games. He was lucky it wasn't--though he was reminded suddenly that it was still possible his own children were upset at what had happened, that they were somewhere crying, too. Lucky they were probably with their mother; Zen would be able to handle them until they all got home, at least.

"He was a good kid," he said simply. "And he didn't deserve to suffer. He's not in pain anymore, at least." That was the only comfort Bolt could provide--because had Orsino not volunteered, had he not chosen a violent, bloody death, it would perhaps have been even more heart-wrenching to watch him fade and die slowly over the years. If he had lived...well, it wouldn't do any good to think about that now, anyway.

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Sebastian Gates-Kava
 Posted: Jun 6 2012, 10:49 AM
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Sebastian welcomed the hug, though was slow to pull back - to hold onto the man in turn. He nodded, slowly, carefully. His mind returned to the interview - to the times that Orsino had said that he would welcome death as much as he would have welcomed victory. He had not wanted to die from the cancer. He had wanted this, even if Sebastian might have preferred being able to be there, somehow, when he died. With him and not an entire world away in Ten... He guessed it would have hurt if he had died from the cancer - slowly and more draining... But that thought didn't make this great, heavy, gaping, aching feeling in his chest go away either. It was still there and, Sebastian knew, it would be there for ages. Months, years... Maybe.

And then... that awful feeling of guilt that sank in him. "Shouldn't have let him go in..." He murmured. His voice was becoming dryer - less wet from the tears... But they were still there, sticky and salty on his face and slowly going now. "Should have made him stay and gone in for - for him next round." But would that have helped at all? Yes... Maybe... No? Sebastian had no idea. Size meant very little in the end - Orsino had just proven that himself. Skill and practice meant little too - the Careers seemed to prove that every year lately.

Either way, Sebastian knew that Orsino deserved to live. Deserved it more than Sebastian did. Orsino with his work and his way of helping others and his first aid and his - his... But Sebastian just had his knives - his stealing - his being a glorified messenger boy for the Market. "I've missed him and I can't - I can't..." Can't ever tell him that. Can't ever so much as see him smile or laugh again. Can't watch him help some kid that twisted his ankle at the slaughterhouse. Can't bring home an odd trinket from the Market that Orsino might have liked - like that puzzle star or his token. Making new memories from these feelings that they seemed to both share? Forget that. These thoughts left him so cold - back to that aching emptiness that seemed to paradoxically fill him to the brim.

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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 6 2012, 11:15 AM
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Bolt shook his head; he could practically feel the kid's guilt--he knew it all too well himself. He had felt endlessly guilty these two weeks, thinking what if he hadn't told the kid? What if he'd just let him live his life, not knowing what was happening to him? He'd have been blissfully ignorant, and then in terrible mysterious pain...but at least he wouldn't have been forced to hunt his innocent peers. But that was contrary to what he'd just said to comfort the boy--it was better by far that Orsino was no longer in pain, that he didn't suffer than that he lived his years in agony. Even though it was difficult--so difficult--to process now.

"There was nothing you could have done," he said soothingly, though he knew exactly how little comfort that thought was. 'Nothing to be done' were the words that drove him insane on practically a daily basis. "There was nothing anyone could have done. It was this or the cancer." Without medicine or the money to afford a cure...it would hard to say, but he had to admit Orsino had made the better decision.

Bolt sighed. Orsino had gotten to say all the things he wanted, he knew, but Sebastian hadn't gotten the chance to respond. That was probably what was more difficult for anyone with loved ones in the Games--you were never sure they knew what you wanted them to know, and they died alone, without the comfort of the people who loved them. "He knew," he told the boy. "I'm sure he knew. And if he didn't...then he does now."

Bolt didn't necessarily believe in an after life or in ghosts or anything like that. He wasn't sure what happened when one died, besides all the medical jargon. But he had a hard time accepting that things were just over, even if he wasn't sure what there might be waiting for those who departed this life. And it was some comfort to believe the people who left could find some comfort, rather than just dark, blank nothingness.

He patted the kid on the back and asked hesitantly, "Want me to take you home, son? Your parents are probably worried. You should be with your family right now."

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 Posted: Jun 6 2012, 11:51 AM
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Sebastian knew there was nothing to be done now - knew it... But there was still the idea of... If he had done anything differently - if he had begged him to stay - if he had paid off someone to volunteer before Orsino did - if he had... if he had done anything, would this be changed? If he had made Orsino not volunteer - if Sebastian had just waited until the next reaping himself and volunteered for him... would their roles be reversed? Orsino standing here, crying... and Sebastian lying dead at the Cornucopia with the end so near and yet so far away?

There was no telling what alternate reality any of this would bring. No telling at all now. And for Orsino knowing now or not... Sebastian could not be sure what he believed in the end. But he knew Orsino. He knew Orsino would have believed that there was something there after his death. He knew Orsino might not have defined it as good or bad, but he would have believed in something. Orsino was like that - choosing sometimes in old myths like a child might. So, for his sake, Sebastian would believe that he was there. Safe and sound and happy.

It was that last question that gave him pause. He stepped back, a little. The tears were gone for now, though he knew that those would not be the end. "I... uhh..." He glanced awkwardly at his pack, the bow, and the quiver of arrows. "I don't really have... umm... a family right now." There was no other way of saying it. He supposed he could lie. But where would that lead him? With a man walking beside him down streets and alleys pointlessly until Sebastian would be forced to tell the truth? No, that was no way to do it. "They... I think they thought that we'd been messing around since before - before... and, uh... They didn't really approve of it because it's probably not legal and... that I took advantage of him... or something."

Sebastian could not pretend to understand fully. He knew he was not a great person, sure... But he never would have hurt him like that - especially not after what he knew had happened to Orsino. Especially not after he had seen how many times he had woken up from nightmares and, even by the look of him in the arena, Orsino had woken up from nightmares still in those last few days too. He was damaged - so damaged sometimes.

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Bolt pulled away, glad the kid seemed to be pulling himself together, at least for the moment. He shoved his hands in his pockets and regarded the boy carefully--he looked unsure, somehow, and was glancing at his things...

And then, his declaration. No family? Bolt frowned at that; surely, parents who were kind enough to take in foster children wouldn't be so narrow-minded as to kick their own sun out of the house just because of who he happened to love. That just didn't make sense to Bolt--but then, he'd been raised by his own brother to be far more accepting than many people in the rural areas could be. It was perhaps possible that a foster child in the arena and another at home misleading them had overwhelmed the people, made them act rashly. And this story, at least, provided a more reasonable explanation for why Sebastian had broken into the basement.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, concern evident in his voice. "Have you tried talking to them? Explaining to them what happened? I'm sure now...with what just happened, I'm sure they wouldn't want you to be alone. Why don't we drop by and you can talk to them?"

As a parent himself, Bolt couldn't imagine ever being so upset at his children that he would ever just rid himself of them, in whatever way. Even less imaginable was purposely shutting them out when they were as upset as Sebastian was. He knew there were irresponsible parents in this world--hell, he had been a pretty irresponsible parent when his kids were born, too. But he still wouldn't have been able to live without his children--and he imagined Sebastian's parents must feel the same way.

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