The Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Accepting!

[Beebs]

((I understand! :3))

[exorcism]

-Familiar faces-
-Worn out places-
-Worn out faces-

"I try to make it through my life,
In my way there's you. I try to make
it through these lies, an that's all
I do. Just don't deny it, don't try
to fight it, and deal with it,
'cause that's just part of it.
If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care, I don't care.
Just go and leave this all
behind, because I swear, I don't care."

- Gяiffon ♢ Lєigн ♢ Quiηη -
- Female ♀ | District 3 | Seventeen years -

As she stood there, shaking the boy tributes hand, she wondered what would become of her as she entered the games. Would be one of the first to be picked off? Would the boy be one? With the games, you never knew. She'd already formed a plan just in case she needed it, and it seemed like she had to use it now. Griffon hoped she wouldn't have to, she was only one years away from never having to do this ever again. Next year would have been her last, and she would have been home free. But no, she wouldn't get that chance.

When the music stopped and they were led to the Justice Building, she really had no clue what to do at that point. One last glance at her family, she said a little prayer, hoping she would come out alright. I wish I could go and comfort them, but it seems that I can't. Griffon thought silently to herself, both hands in her pockets. If she didn't show any emotion, maybe some wouldn't think she was worried. So, with that, she just simply put on her straightest face, followed everyone she was supposed to, and never said a word about anything. Though, the JB was pretty good looking, at least to her. But it didn't matter anyway. She wouldn't be seeing it again anytime soon...

[O.G.]

(( Sorry I haven't posted in a couple of days. I've had no muse for the role play. Bleh. ))

Taiven Baxter || District 4

There seemed to be a long stretch of silence between them. He wasn't sure if she was talking or not, but he thought he hard a few words escape her mouth in whispers. He couldn't tell, though, because the table was still in the way. She still looked like a tanish blob to him. The silence was just a little awkward and uncomfortable for him. It wasn't usually so, but where they left off..well, it was a little weird. She was being quiet as far as he knew and he didn't know what to say. What could he do? He figured just getting up and leaving with some sort of goodbye might work. In fact, he decided he would try just leaving the room to go to his own dreadful room when Tally finally spoke again.

He was hardly left in a better place after she finished talking. In a sense he agreed with her, but he also thought her crazy. Why try to do things your own way? She was bold to say that and obviously more rebellious than him. He did like to bend the rules and do things his own way, but against the Capitol? It didn't seem worth it. He wasn't giving up, but he wasn't about to try and play the Games his own way. He had decided that a while ago, long before he was reaped for the Games. He decided after much pondering that if he were chosen as a tribute, he wouldn't try to fight back. The only thing he did to break the rules was train, which was actually okay because he was in a district the produced career tributes.

He was very well prepared to team up with whoever the career tributes would be this year. He already had a lovely plan. He was very well prepared to kill, but he didn't like it. In fact, the thought of killing nearly brought tears to his eyes and he was seventeen. Somehow it didn't seem becoming of a boy his age to be crying at the thought of killing someone. He just hated the thought of murdering another kid, older or younger than him. He didn't want to think of the agony he might cause on another as he skewered them with a spear or slit their throat with a knife. All of the blood would be horrifying. So, maybe he wasn't as prepared as he originally thought he was, but he had to appear a lot tougher for the careers otherwise they may brush him aside as another easy target.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Maybe he would just be killed at the Cornucopia and be spared having to murder so many people. Or maybe he would be the one killing at the Cornucopia. He shivered at the thought. Probably the last thing would happen. After all, he was planning to join the career tributes. He opened his eyes again and looked at Tally's blob of a figure through the frosted glass coffee table. "Well, good luck with that," he said, his tone more glum that he intended it to be as he sat up in one fluid motion. He stood up and slipped back onto the love seat he had been sitting on before, glancing over to the door as he wondered if he should leave.

[Jenjo]

| Benjamin Elliot Williams |
District Three | Reaping
The inside of the Justice Building was warm - perhaps a little too warm for Ben - and was cloaked in colors of browns and oranges; rich velvet, heavy silk. It was very fancy indeed. Glancing around, Benjamin glimpsed the girl tribute, Griffon, before he was whisked away to a room to say goodbye to friends and family.

The room he was left in alone was quite large, with two brown plush sofas and heavy orange curtains that drooped over the windows panes. He sat down awkwardly at the edge of one of the sofas. Not two minutes had passed before Rina burst into the room, quickly followed by his parents.

"Ben-" Rina sobbed, crashing into her brother and crawling into her arms. She hugged him so tightly that Benjamin thought he was going to suffocate. "B-ben, t-they c-can't-"

"They can, Rina." he said quietly, allowing the tears to stream down his face. He stayed quiet as his mother and father pulled both him and Rina into a tight hug.

They sat there for a long time, just hugging, whispering to each other. But the time wasn't enough for Ben, and soon two Peacekeepers entered the room to tell Ben's family that they had to go. The Peacekeepers practically had to claw Rina away from her brother and drag her out the door. Her shrieking broke his heart.

Since he had no other visitors, he too was soon led out of the room by the same Peacekeepers and out to a sleek, shiny car that was waiting for him outside. He assumed that Griffon would follow in a different car soon enough. He climbed in. Ben had never been in a car before, but the journey was quite short, quiet and smooth.

{Will reply with Tally in a mo.}

[Jadeghost]

~Jason Hawthorne~
He composed himself quickly; if the cameras saw him crying, especially a larger guy like himself, they would take it as weakness, and that was the last thing Jason needed. Or was it...? He hadn't given a thought as to what his strategy would be in the arena. There had been years when some tributes had appeared weak before the arena, but then turned out to be killing machines. He shuddered at the thought, hoping that no one would use that particular strategy this year.
Jason had been told that he could change into anything he wanted and take a shower; he just had to report to dinner in an hour. He wondered what his fellow tribute would be like. Jason knew that her name was Shelby, but he hadn't recognized her in the slightest. She was several years younger than him, and she hadn't appeared to confident with herself. At least Jason had skill with his knife...
His knife! It was still where he had concealed it in his clothes earlier, as the Peacekeepers had not bothered to search him. He took it out and ran his fingers gently over the familiar blade, his only reminder of home now. It would be confiscated soon, he knew, but Jason was determined to hang onto it as long as he could.
He sighed, and decided that while he was in such an extravagant room, he may as well make the most of it. The shower had so many buttons and options that Jason could hardly figure out how to use it. At home, he was lucky to get a bath once a week. When he finally stepped out, he hardly recognized himself. His hair had a new shine to it that he had never seen before, and his skin seemed to glow after all the dirt and grime had been washed away. Jason put on a simple pair of jeans and a soft blue t-shirt, his favorite color, and headed to dinner, wondering again what Shelby would be like.

[Jenjo]

| Tallulah Leila Gray |
District Four | Train
"Enough of the doom-and-gloom." she stood up from the love seat and stretched. "I think I want to have some fun before all hell breaks loose in the Arena. We should go do something fun." she piped up, heading towards the door, a slight skip in her stride. "We have a bit to go until dinner. You coming?"

She turned her feet inwards; it was a habit, like when she crossed her legs. She tilted her head at Taiven. He probably thought she was bizarre: she didn't mind, though, she'd been told often by Evie that she was mad in the head. She ruffled her hair, and realized that it was dry again; but this time, it was actually clean, with an unusual texture to it. Her hair was smooth. She frowned. Never had her hair been like this. It wasn't exactly bad, but she knew she'd have to get used to it eventually.

{Sorry it's short.. ;A;}

[Combeferre]

Is it okay if I reserve the Female District 5 tribute? ^^

[Beebs]

Shelby || District Eleven

Being led into her room, Shelby was relieved to get the Peacekeepers off her shoulders. They seemed to give off a creepy aura, maiing her shudder slightly.... Shelby shook her head to clear her mind. That was over with. For now at least. The thirteen year old blinked around the room, expecting every little thing. Why did the shower have so many buttons? It seemed so....wierd and alien-like. She was lucky to get a bath in once a month, espiacially with her family's money. They often didn't use water for baths; only for drinks.
Shelby figured she would just take a shower and go down to dinner, and after a long while, as she was figuring out the buttons which were to no end confusing her, she stepped out, got dressed and blinked at herself in the mirror. She didn't like seeing herself without being a little dirty, espiacially since she worked out in the fields most of the time, helping her father and Allie. Putting away her clothes somewhere safe, she dressed herself in something simple, a white T-shirt and jeans, and gulped as she went downstairs. Would the other tribute be rude, or friendly? Shelby wasn't good at talking with bpeople. The only other people she had ever gotten along with was Allie and her father. The other kids often ridiculed her an outcast, not bothering her at all.
She didn't mind though; it was peaceful being alone. Often Shelby would find herself sitting somewhere peaceful, tending stray plants that had popped out of the ground in unusual places....Shelby shook off the memorie, as tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. It hadn't even been a day and she already missed Districk Eleven, her family, her old life. First, her life seemed a little perfect, just her father, Allie, and herself, a little family. The suddenly, she was wisked away to the dreaded Games that every child feared, one that sent shivers down your spine as you watched kids kill one another. She took her thoughts back to the other tribute. What was his name called? Shelby racked her brain for it, but couldn't think of anything. He was older than her. A lot older than her. She knew that. Shelby just hoped he wasn't rude, like some of the kids she had met before. Being anything but unfriendly would make Shelby happy. Not much happier, as she was as depressed as it was. But it would be relieving to know that the male tribute form her district was at least nicer than some of the kids her age.

[Jadeghost]

~Jason Hawthorne~
The dining hall was extravagant, or at least to Jason's eyes. Before him lay a huge wooden table with large chairs to match. Piled on top of the table was the nicest food he had ever seen in his life. The sweet aroma of it was already making Jason's mouth water. He could see the announcer for District 11 sitting down, along with who was to be his mentor.
(We don't really have a mentor/announcer yet, so I'm just kinda going to make them up until we do)
Jason took a deep breath and sat down, his eyes still taking in the glamorous sight before him. Suddenly, his gaze clouded as a wave of anger washed over him. How cruel was it that kids like him, who had never had enough to eat a single day on their lives, were presented a feast like this on what was to be their last days on earth? It was exactly like fattening pigs up for slaughter.
And then his attention was broken once again as the sound of another person entering the room made him turn around. Shelby was walking in, and she suddenly appeared a lot younger to him than she had when her name was drawn. He realized that she was probably one of the youngest tributes in the arena, and Jason felt a sudden wave of remorse for how her family must be feeling right now.
Awkwardly, he pulled out the chair next to him, inviting her to sit beside him if she wanted. He had no idea how she would react, but after saying goodbye to his family and friends, Jason had a hole of loneliness in his heart, and he longed for someone to talk to, someone he could relate to easily.

[Beebs]

Shelby || District Eleven

Shelby blinked at Jason, who had pulled open the chair. She hesitated before sitting down, slowly, and gazing at all of the food. There was so much food! Different dishes covered the table, and Shelby couldn't even see the cloth that was draping the table. What the heck was she supposed to eat?! How could you decide between all of this?! To make matters worse, Shelby wasn't too sure if she could just take as much food as she wanted, or if she was limited. At home, she was often limited to how much she could have. Here, she still couldn't believe that so much food lay before. She took her mind from the entrees and appetizers and looked aorund, gazing in awe at the dining hall. What fine architecture! How in the world did the Capitol afford this?
She looked at the people at her table, first at their announcer and mentor, then to Jason. he was definetly older than her, and Shelby winced at the thought of being the youngest person. Had this guy ever trained? She couldn't tell.

((Gaaaaahhhh. Imagination is busted. D:))