If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
In this sterile place, Grey can smell the filth he's been living in, he can smell the blood that's been spilled, including his own; he can smell his trackpants (his only clothing aside from his shoes) that haven't ever been washed.
Why this clean man would want to do anything with him is a mystery.
Grey isn't frightened so much as confused and defensive. There's no sense in staying here, though. He moves to standing, stepping away from the wall with a nod. He looks around again and sees the door. That way, then. He leads the way.
The differences in them are stark. Most Capitol citizens might look down upon Grey upon first glance. Grey looks like someone from the outer Districts of Panem, Districts that are poverty stricken and starving. Cinna has never looked down on those people. He's hoped for better for them. And more recently, he's Rebelled against those who would allow them to live in such squalor.
Cinna wants to help because there is strength in numbers. Cinna wants to help because no one should be alone. Cinna wants to help because that's what he does.
He's glad to let Grey lead the way. For all of their differences, the boy seems the sort who can take care of himself. Far better than Cinna has ever been capable of. Cinna speaks up from behind him as they move through the hallways. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
He pauses. "And perhaps if we come across them we could pause for some clothes for the both of us."
Grey has clothes. He's only just missing his parka, but really, that's all the clothes he's ever had. The idea of having more is foreign enough.
Grey pauses under the artificial light and turns so that this man - Cinna - can see his chest. He taps the word just under his right collarbone. Grey is written there in elaborate script. That's his name.
He looks at Cinna just for a moment. He's rarely seen someone so clean and unscarred up close. It almost hurts his eyes, his chest.
He turns back and starts moving again, gesturing for Cinna to follow.
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In this sterile place, Grey can smell the filth he's been living in, he can smell the blood that's been spilled, including his own; he can smell his trackpants (his only clothing aside from his shoes) that haven't ever been washed.
Why this clean man would want to do anything with him is a mystery.
Grey isn't frightened so much as confused and defensive. There's no sense in staying here, though. He moves to standing, stepping away from the wall with a nod. He looks around again and sees the door. That way, then. He leads the way.
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Cinna wants to help because there is strength in numbers. Cinna wants to help because no one should be alone. Cinna wants to help because that's what he does.
He's glad to let Grey lead the way. For all of their differences, the boy seems the sort who can take care of himself. Far better than Cinna has ever been capable of. Cinna speaks up from behind him as they move through the hallways. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
He pauses. "And perhaps if we come across them we could pause for some clothes for the both of us."
no subject
Grey pauses under the artificial light and turns so that this man - Cinna - can see his chest. He taps the word just under his right collarbone. Grey is written there in elaborate script. That's his name.
He looks at Cinna just for a moment. He's rarely seen someone so clean and unscarred up close. It almost hurts his eyes, his chest.
He turns back and starts moving again, gesturing for Cinna to follow.