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ʙᴇᴄᴋʏ ʀᴏsᴇɴ ( ❤ ) sᴀᴍ ɢɪʀʟ ([personal profile] samlicker81) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-09-10 01:07 am

( semi-open ) love is a many splendored thing

Who: Everyone who signed up for SHIPPING
Where: All around Wonderland! See below for specific locations.
When: Tuesday, September 9, evening
Rating: PG13 just to be safe, but if anything gets steamy (she hopes it does), I can up the rating.
Summary: Becky sets Wonderlanders up on blind dates. Also, will be image heavy.
The Story:



You receive a letter under your door sometime on the afternoon of Tuesday, September 9. This letter will be addressed to you in fancy script (Becky's best attempt at calligraphy) from a "secret admirer." You might be wondering, but it isn't February! What's with all the romantic nonsense? Well, my good friend, romance can be celebrated on more than just one day out of the year. That day happens to be today. The letter will ask you to meet your secret admirer at 6PM at a designated location. You'd best not be late! A night of romance (and perhaps even intimacy) awaits you! At least, she hopes so...
stillplaying: ([serious] alert)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2014-09-12 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
She had been suspicious from the very moment she noticed the letter under her door. Suspicious of the letter, of the very prospect of having a 'secret admirer. Because, so far, she's done her very best to stay out of the spotlight in Wonderland. To make certain no one knows her background, no one knows about the Games or the uprising. About the Mockingjay. There's no reason here for anyone to admire her. Not when she's been avoiding them all.

And yet, at the designated time, she finds herself outside room 119. Katniss' posture is tense, her hands gripping tightly to her bow. Her head darts back and forth, feeling very much like the nervous rabbit she's hunted in the past. It could easily be a trap. A trick.

She probably shouldn't have come here. She should have crumpled up the letter without opening it. But maybe the people she had talked to on the communicator had been right.

Maybe she was a bit lonely.