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Effie: So guess what.

Cinna: Please tell me it's wonderful news?

Effie: Actually yes. I need a wedding dress....

Cinna: WHAAAAT?!

Cinna: Really? Please say it's for you! Please!

Effie: You guess right! I'm getting married.

Cinna: Oh, Effie... that's wonderful. I'm so happy. Congratulations. It better be Haymitch.

Effie: No it's some hobo down the street haha.

Effie: Yes it's Mitch. So can you do it? Can you help me because I have no clue haha.

Cinna: Honey. I've been working on wedding details since I was a little boy. If I can't have my dream wedding, I will make sure YOU have it.

Effie: This is why I love you. How about you take a trip up here and see me. I can show you the city.

Cinna: I would love that. New York has some fabulous dress ideas... and the decor! I'll be in over my head. It will be a nice break.

Cinna: Senny has started the new school year... and they're busy with football season. I don't get to see him as much.

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Text @Cinna

Effie: So guess what.

Cinna: Please tell me it's wonderful news?

Effie: Actually yes. I need a wedding dress....

Cinna: WHAAAAT?!

Cinna: Really? Please say it's for you! Please!

Effie: You guess right! I'm getting married.

Cinna: Oh, Effie... that's wonderful. I'm so happy. Congratulations. It better be Haymitch.

Effie: No it's some hobo down the street haha.

Effie: Yes it's Mitch. So can you do it? Can you help me because I have no clue haha.

Cinna: Honey. I've been working on wedding details since I was a little boy. If I can't have my dream wedding, I will make sure YOU have it.

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Text @Cinna

Effie: So guess what.

Cinna: Please tell me it's wonderful news?

Effie: Actually yes. I need a wedding dress....

Cinna: WHAAAAT?!

Cinna: Really? Please say it's for you! Please!

Effie: You guess right! I'm getting married.

Cinna: Oh, Effie... that's wonderful. I'm so happy. Congratulations. It better be Haymitch.

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Text @Cinna

Effie: So guess what.

Cinna: Please tell me it's wonderful news?

Effie: Actually yes. I need a wedding dress....

Cinna: WHAAAAT?!

Cinna: Really? Please say it's for you! Please!

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Text @Cinna

Effie: So guess what.

Cinna: Please tell me it's wonderful news?

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This is accurate.

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(Of course!! We need to figure out what they've been doing for a year!)

// Ok I’m on and Guess what?!?!? Jo is coming back as Glimmer! Yay! Im so excited I wont be all byyy myselffffff. 

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(AWWW! Best reunion ever! Now we just need Jes so Cinna and Seneca can finally get LAID.)

// Ok I’m on and Guess what?!?!? Jo is coming back as Glimmer! Yay! Im so excited I wont be all byyy myselffffff. 

#oh hello cinna blog #there you are

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Happened yesterday. I play in bandom/celebrity roleplays as a way of relaxing and getting away from my crazier RPs; and my RP partner and myself have this really obscure ship that most people in our characters fandoms laugh about and mock people for shipping…

Well yesterday she was looking through our tracked tags and found that someone else had requested a manip of the two of them together from a roleplay help blog.

Keysmashing and excited yells of “WHO ELSE SAILS MY SHIP?!” ensued. It was beautiful.

#Basically #Whenever a Cinneca shipper appears #submission

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They did um... I remember Scott... he used to play football in high school. There was a D-name. Darren? Darryl? Derrick? I'm sorry, things were going so quickly I wasn't really hung up on names. Do any of those ring a bell to you? I think they knew you.

I wanted to let you all know...

Hey, first of all holy fucking shit fuck, I’m coming up there. I’m on my way now. Secondly, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for, you were the one who was assaulted. I’m going to find them, and fuck them up. They’re going to regret every putting a fucking hand on you, I fucking swear it.

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It was standard procedure to take me to the hospital... once the blood was cleaned up, it wasn't as bad as the paramedics thought. I'll survive, I promise. I think I was just... in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They may or may not have mentioned you, though. Be careful.

I wanted to let you all know...

Hey, first of all holy fucking shit fuck, I’m coming up there. I’m on my way now. Secondly, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for, you were the one who was assaulted. I’m going to find them, and fuck them up. They’re going to regret every putting a fucking hand on you, I fucking swear it.

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Seneca, please... it's not that bad. They were upset. Don't go getting yourself arrested on my account, okay?

I wanted to let you all know...

Hey, first of all holy fucking shit fuck, I’m coming up there. I’m on my way now. Secondly, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for, you were the one who was assaulted. I’m going to find them, and fuck them up. They’re going to regret every putting a fucking hand on you, I fucking swear it.

#ooc: when Seneca curses...a LOT

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I wanted to let you all know...

That I am okay.

I have a few bruised ribs, a broken nose, black eye, and several lacerations and bruising everywhere, but it's really not that bad. No internal bleeding. I'm not going to die.

I think my ego is bruised more than my body. I'm so... so sorry.

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Updates for Cinna

Um… he’s in the hospital because he got beat up for being gay.

He’s really, really gay.

Also gay.

With Seneca.

That’s… about it.

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Football Fields and Feelings

Seneca picks up Cinna and takes him to see the stars in his truck and they... discuss their relationship.

(This is before the previous log, It's 5:45am. My posting order is the least of my worries right now, haha).

Cinna felt the familiar tug of his nerves lighting themselves on fire. He hoped he never got used to this--this excited feeling he had whenever he knew he was going to see Seneca. He couldn’t hold still. He tried to brush his teeth and style his hair but his hands were shaking so much, he felt he only did a mediocre job at best. Cinna had no idea if the mini heart attacks he had when he was about to see Seneca were good for him or not--but he decided that he didn’t really care if they were bad. He absolutely loved them. Soon, Cinna was waiting by his window that overlooked the street, straining his ears for the tell-tale sign of Seneca’s truck: the most beautiful sound in the world.    Seneca had dropped his keys about five times in his attempt to unlock his truck, and really, why did he lock the damn thing, it wasn't like there was anything in side worthy of being stolen, and it wasn't like a potential car thief would be able to start it. Seneca was pretty sure he was the only one capable of that. After finally starting it up, something that took three or four tries on a good day, he drove off, trying not to let the butterflies in his stomach get to him. What was he, was he actually a sixteen year old girl? He pulled up in Cinna's driveway, leaning over and opening the passenger side door for him, since it had the tendency stick. Cinna couldn’t wait any longer for Seneca to come inside. As soon as the truck pulled up, Cinna was out the door, locking it in a split second behind him. He half walked, half jogged over to the passenger side and hopped in before Seneca even had a chance to speak. He was acting as if he hadn’t seen the other man all weekend--but that hadn’t been true. He’d gotten a chance to slow dance with Seneca at prom and that just solidified the fact that Seneca wasn’t going to run from him. Therefore, Cinna found himself a bit more daring. Once inside the coach’s truck he leaned over the center console for a kiss before he even said hello.    Seneca's eyes widened as Cinna leaned over and kissed him, he still wasn't completely used to casual affection, but god, could he get used to it? Definitely, defiantly so. He wanted /all/ of the cute shit. This definitely made him a sixteen year old girl. So he reached up and cupped his face, holding him there and giving him a good long kiss, deepening it for just a moment before leaning back and shooting him a smirk. "Buckle up, we're going to the big game," he said, shooting him a wink. "And we're gonna have the best seat in the house," he said, backing out of the drive way and heading off toward the high school. “Oh, really?” Cinna pulled away in a daze and barely had enough time to put his seat belt on before Seneca whisked him off to the high school. So they really were going to the football field? Cinna couldn’t help but grin to himself. This was were Seneca’s talents really came out. Cinna’s handiwork was all over prom with the dresses, and Seneca’s handiwork was all over the football field. It was fitting. Cinna had half a mind to try and hold Seneca’s hand during the truck ride over, but he only got as far as sneaking his hand slightly toward his side of the truck before a large bump jostled him and he looked up in astonishment. Seneca was driving right on the football turf, and he didn’t stop until he reached the very center. The stadium lights were off and it gave the field a bit of a haunted feel, but Cinna liked it enough to let out an appreciative gasp. Hundreds of statements of awe and wonder swam through his head, but instead of verbalizing them, he settled for teasing the other man. “There are tire marks in the grass!”    Seneca grinned even wider as he saw Cinna's amazement, parking and shutting the truck off, turning off the headlights and leaving them completely in the dark, save for the stars overhead. "Ah well, I'll make the boys fix 'em when they fuck up during practice tomorrow," he said, laughing a little as he opened his door. "C'mon, I was very clever and thought ahead," he said, grinning wider as he got out of the cab and hopped over the side of the bed, and into it, laying back into the blankets he'd stashed back there and looking up at the stars. Cinna had been so caught up in getting into the truck as fast as possible and getting one good snog in before the night began that he hadn’t noticed all of the gear Seneca had packed. He followed the other man into the truck bed--not quite hopping into it with as much grace as Seneca, however, and lay his head down beside him.”Wow,” Cinna breathed, leaning his head against Seneca’s. “I hadn’t even realized how many stars you could see, even here in the city.” He was impressed. Of course, turning off the stadium lights had probably helped a lot. “How’d you know about this? Have you been out here to look at the stars before?”    Seneca rolled closer to Cinna when he got in the truck bed, moving onto his side and holding his head up with his hand, looking at him. "Came here a lot as a teenager, back when I was just part of the team," he said, laughing a little. "Not with the truck, pretty sure even as the star quarterback, I would still have gotten my ass kicked for driving over the field." He sighed a little bit, and looked up at the sky. "I had a lot of fancy ass ideas about where my life was headed, and I woulda never pictured myself here. But you know..." he looked back down at Cinna, licking his bottom lip slowly, almost nervously, "I can't regret a damn thing. Not if this is how it all ends up." He curled his body close, nosing along Cinna's jaw. “See? There are perks to being the coach, then,” Cinna teased. He could feel his heart melting into the truck bed below him. Despite the beauty not only above him but beside him, he closed his eyes and just savored the feel of Seneca against him. “I was worried, you know,” he said at length. “You didn’t seem to like your job or where you were headed for a while. I half expected you to up and leave this town. I used to dread it all the time. I hope it’s not wishful thinking that you’ll stay.” Cinna fished his hand around for a bit until he found one of Seneca’s and held it tightly.    Seneca huffed a laugh, leaning his cheek against Cinna's, his chest clinching hard at the feeling of their hands twined together. God, had he really struggled so long with something that felt so /perfect/? "You couldn't tear me away now. Maybe, a year ago, if I'd had anywhere else to go, or anything else to do with my life, but..." he swallowed hard, looking into Cinna's eyes, feeling naked. He'd never talked this much about how he felt, ever. "I like to think I have a reason to stick around." Cinna had managed to lock eyes with Seneca and that was always a dangerous practice. It was so easy to get lost or to lose track of time. Fortunately for him, time was something they had that night and Cinna allowed himself to fall fast and hard. He knew Seneca was being honest. He could feel it rolling off him in waves, and it made Cinna’s breath hitch. “I’m glad. I want you to stick around...” he trailed off for a moment and then chuckled a little, giving Seneca’s hand a squeeze. “You know, I’ve been carrying a torch for you for a long while, now. I never brought it up because I was scared. I figured being your friend was much better than facing rejection.” But instead, the best possible outcome had happened and Cinna was eternally grateful for that.    Seneca bit down on his bottom lip hard as Cinna spoke, it just didn't seem possible that his friend had wanted him just as badly. When did that ever actually happen? It felt like a dream, something Cinna had mentioned that night he'd come over to help him cook dinner. He hoped to god he'd never wake up from it. "I don't know...how long I've felt this way about you," he said haltingly, "because I've never let myself think about it, I was so scared and guilty and full of shame, but I can't live like that anymore." He took a deep breath, and continued. "You matter too much to let myself keep doing that. I want whatever we have, whatever we've started," he brought their hands up, kissing the back of Cinna's, "more than I want to stay afraid." Cinna couldn’t help but to smile fondly at Seneca as he spoke, the other man’s words touching Cinna down to his bones. He couldn’t believe that Seneca, SENECA, of all people, felt this way about him. When in the history of human existence did anyone ever get everything they ever wanted? Cinna wondered what kind of good deeds he had done in a past life to deserve finding Seneca like this--and having his feelings returned. “We don’t have to shout it from the rooftops,” Cinna said quietly, twisting his hand so that their fingers interlaced. “I don’t mind being with you, just like this. It’s really nobody’s business but our own. So while I don’t want to keep this a secret, we don’t have to advertise it, either. I know how this town works. It’s easier for us to stay low key.  I want us to work and we can't work if the world won't let us.”    Seneca let out the breath he'd been holding as Cinna spoke again, leaning their faces together and closing his eyes for a moment. While if Cinna had wanted to take things public, he wouldn't have objected because he just wanted /Cinna/, however he could have him, he also very much knew the way this town worked, and knew that he would be very very lucky to keep his job if they did. "I want us to work too. I just wish the world worked differently, and more in our favor. But I'm happy to be with you, however. Just as long as I have you," he said, turning his face to catch Cinna's lips, kissing him soft and gentle. “Sen....” Just hearing those words were all that Cinna even needed. Until then, he could only assume Seneca’s affections were genuine, but to hear them spelled out like this? This was different. Just as long as I have you. The words echoed in Cinna’s head the moment Seneca caught him in another kiss. He knew then, come hell or high water, that he could take on anything that happened because Seneca would be there. Suddenly he was looking forward to everything the future held for him. Even menial tasks like opening the shop and washing dishes were so much more exciting now that Seneca was a bigger part of his life--or at least the part of his life that Cinna wanted. With that in mind, Cinna placed his full attention in Seneca’s kiss, his hands giving the other man’s a squeeze as their lips pressed together. He wouldn’t mind a moment like this to play over and over again; he wouldn’t mind at all.

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Glass Houses || Cinna and Thresh

Cinna runs into some old pals of Seneca's.

He is very, very lucky that Thresh came along.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Language, Character abuse

Things were definitely looking up for Cinna, lately. His shop had brought in so much revenue from the dresses he’d made that he had more than enough to nearly close up shop for half the year. He knew better than to do something so rash, however, and simply holed up the extra money in a separate bank account. And yet, his mind already wandered to the dozens of different ways he wanted to spend it. Should he upgrade the shop? Add on to it? Should he look into hiring more help? Clove had proved a valuable asset during the prom rush. Sometimes it was hard for just himself and Portia to cover all of the tailoring work. Extra help would be nice... Aside from the flourish in business, Cinna also had one other very major event factoring into his happiness and that took the form of the Panem High’s Football Coach and PE Instructor: Seneca Crane. Cinna had always admired Seneca from afar, ever since they’d met, but he’d kept the flame a secret. He’d been burned in the past by falling for someone who didn’t think twice about his existence and Cinna didn’t want to do it, again. Instead, he’d pursued a friendship with Seneca which turned out to be surprisingly easy. The two had fit together so well, that at times, it was hard to think they weren’t already in a relationship. But Cinna knew, and as time wore on, that line turned into a gap--and each day he spent with Seneca began to hurt more than it helped-- --until one day everything changed. Cinna hadn’t been alone. His feelings had been reciprocated. In fact, they’d probably been reciprocated the entire time. Rather than regret not acting upon his emotions sooner, he relished in the fact that he could now hold Seneca’s hand when he wanted... and he could kiss him as much as he liked... granted, it was behind closed doors. The most public they’d ever gotten was slow dancing at the school’s prom together--and at that point so many people were gone or caught up in their own drama, that Cinna had been certain no one would notice. He did not know how wrong he had been. Every weekday afternoon just after the after-school rush, Cinna took a half hour break to have a cup of coffee just down the street from his shop. It wasn’t a particularly long walk, nor was it a particularly great cup of coffee, but it was routine and Cinna found he enjoyed it. He needed to stretch his legs by this point, and greatly appreciated the change in scenery from the usual four walls of Style Tribute. By this time, the barista knew him by name as well as his order. On this particular afternoon, nothing had changed. Cinna walked to the coffee shop just as he always had and ordered his drink, just as he always had. What differed on this day was that on his way home, someone stood in his way. The perpetrator was of a beefier stock. He stood at around six foot five and his broad shoulders spanned almost twice that of Cinna’s. He looked like a giant, and his two friends looked just as massive. They had a blue collar quality to them--they might have worked with cars or in a factory or been truck drivers, but one thing was for certain and that was that they did not like the fact that they were sharing space with Cinna. Cinna tried once, twice, three times to move to the side, but the three men blocked his path. Realization slowly dawned on Cinna before one of them even had the chance to speak. He knew why they were there. “Gettin’ a little cozy there with the Coach?” One of them sneered. Cinna could feel the blood draining from his face. This was exactly what he had feared. Had they gotten to Seneca, yet? Would they? Cinna had assumed the coach would get the brunt of the slander--but not him. He’d been out for a long time, and he’d figured everyone had gotten over it for the most part. Enough time had gone by that Cinna felt safe--but it seemed his guard was down. “What Seneca does in his private life is none of your business,” Cinna said at length, frowning up at the three behemoths in front of him. “Ohhh, private life?” another man taunted. “Is that queer-speak for how much you like it when he reams you from behind?” To hear something stated so explicitly and dripping with so much vulgarity, it made Cinna sick to his stomach. He had no idea how to respond. Anything he said would be used against him, so he kept his mouth shut. “The Coach ain’t queer, okay?” The first one piped up, again. Cinna must have given him the strangest of looks, because he suddenly quipped, “He’s not! You fuckin’ turned him. Spreading your fucking gay agenda like its some fad.” They’d barely gotten anywhere with their insults and already they’d reached Cinna’s last nerve. “Do you know how stupid you sound?” he said, shaking his head. If he was going to deal with them, he might as well get a few good insults in before he went down. “Just break his nose, Derrick,” the third man grunted while pounding his fist into the palm of his hand. “Break his face before he turns you queer, too.” Derrick, the first man who spoke, turned to his friend and grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.” Before he could even bring his fist to connect with Cinna’s face, the smaller man ducked and turned around, trying to make the most of his escape. There was no way he could handle the three men at once, and he knew this. His best option was to run. However, with the bistro tables in the way, his escape route was blocked and he found himself darting into an alleyway. In seconds, he was cornered. “Aw, look, Tyler, he’s gone and made it easier for us,” Derrick said, lazily following Cinna into the alley. Tyler laughed and shoved at Derrick, then motioned for the last one to catch up. With a flash, Cinna remembered him from High School: Scott, one of the football players. Had these all been past teammates of Seneca? No wonder he’d injured himself. They were brutes. Cinna stopped looking for an escape and stood up tall. If he couldn’t get out, then he’d go down with a fight. In a last ditch effort of defiance, he spat at the result ended up squarely in Derrick’s face. The last thing Cinna saw before he blacked out was a brass class ring surrounded by a fist. ---- A burst of light and sound. A soft, high voice. A woman’s voice. She was reading off numbers and words and letters Cinna couldn’t understand. There was pain everywhere and a metallic taste in his mouth. A second voice. One Cinna could not quite place, but familiar. He seemed to repeat a mantra over and over and with one last grapple with comprehension, Cinna could make it out, “You all right, man? You all right?” The world spun around and sights and sounds and colors blurred together. Darkness. ---- Thresh heard the beating before he saw it. All he wanted was a frozen latte before going into work. He was tired of the usual cup of crap they served up at IHOP and he needed something with more kick. That’s why he went to the coffee shop on the strip. He was cultured. He was also cultured enough to know when it was time to break up a fight, but he couldn’t hear like the other guy was putting up much of a fight. He ran around the corner quickly, following the sounds until he came to an open alleyway where three men stood around a huddled heap on the ground. Anger rose up from somewhere inside Thresh. He didn’t care who that poor sap was. NO one kicked a man while he was down. Thresh balled up his fists, ready to take on anyone who opposed him. “HEY!” He called, already beginning his tromp down the alleyway. “I just called the police! You assholes better get the fuck out of here!” he lied. It worked, though, and the three of them stopped their work and turned to face him. “Who the fuck are you, twerp?” One guy with a large overbite snapped. Thresh cracked his knuckles and then his neck. “Do you wanna find out?” “Yeah!” “Yeah?” Thresh didn’t back down. Another man placed a hand on the first guy’s shoulder. “Come on, Derrick. If the police are coming, I can’t go back to jail. I’ve still got three warrants for that DUI remember?” The man called Derrick sighed, “Fuck, Scott. Really? Then just fucking leave. I ain’t letting this guy get the satisfaction.” A soft moan came from the heap on the ground and a fresh pot of anger brewed from inside Thresh and he reeled his hand back and socked Derrick so hard in his face, he was sure the other guy would feel it for a week. While Derrick was getting his bearings, Thresh turned to the other two, “I got much more’n that, mothafuckas. You wan’ some?” They must have gotten their fill, because Scott and the third man each grabbed one of Derrick arms and hauled him off, “Let’s just go, man. He’s not worth it. He’s a kid.” “I’llfuckin... git yoo... fuckin punk.” Derrick slurred. Thresh ignored him in favor of getting to the broken man on the ground. His face fell the moment he recognized him--one of the chaperones from prom night. Thresh remembered everyone who actually danced that night. More power to them. “Hey, hey, man, you okay?” Thresh surveyed the damage and decided it was best not to move him. He hadn’t actually called the cops before, but was glad the three met his bluff. He took the opportunity to call the 911 this time around, and gave them the proper information--or as much as he knew. In seconds, the paramedics were there, and Thresh was held aside for more questioning. He gave as apt a description as he could for the three thugs and just as they were raising the chaperone into the ambulance, Thresh swore he thought he saw him open his eyes and ran to his side without a second thought. “You all right, man? You all right?” but it was useless. Thresh stepped back, and let the paramedics finish their work and watched as the sirens disappeared into the distance. “Fuck,” Thresh rubbed the sweat from his forehead, “He have a name?” He asked to one of the officers who was still jotting down a few notes. “Cinna Fielding,” the officer said, looking at her notes. “He owns Style Tribute down the road a ways. Do you know him?” “Yeah,” Thresh said, wiping his brow, “I do.” No one deserved that.

#ooc #log #cinneca #thresh #I kept out the gory details of the beating because #omg cinna I just couldnt #so I'll write up a hospital report with the damage

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