ｗｈａｔ • ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ • ｗｉｌｌ • ｂｒｉｎｇ | ｈｕｎｇｅｒ ｇａｍｅｓ ｒｐ

[{Bubbles}]

ღ Fay River ღ

District;9
Age;16
Gender; Female
Allies; None at the moment

Fay entered the training area with cold fear racing through her veins. Her hand slipped to where her necklace was and she clutched it. She searched for a station that she wouldn't be good at. Finding one she slowly walked over to the spear throwing, best to try and learn something new right? She asked herself in her thoughts. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light as she listened to the instructor, her gaze flickered around looking at everyone else. "Hmm....." She said in a soft voice as she wished there was someone to talk to. She began to think about her brothers back home, and looked away trying to stop the tears from coming.
Fay's attention went back to the instructor but she wasn't listening anymore. A small bit of her blonde hair fell in to her face, she hastily tried to pull it back. The instructor handed her a spear. "Throw it." He said with a whisper of a smile. Rolling her eyes Fay threw the spear only missing the heart of the dummy by inches. Her eyes widened in surprise.

[Chaoswolf]

"Winning will make you a monster. Losing means death."

➸ Emmet Riddick Everett

Location:
First aid station
Speaking to:
Sara Slakter
Status:
Healthy

Emmet watched Sara work again. She appeared to be doing everything correct, but somehow he must have missed something because the bandages were slightly hanging. He frowned, thinking back through her steps there were no obvious mistakes. He waited patiently while she and the trained talked. Well no wonder she can't do it. That guy doesn't seem to be any help at all.

He was a little startled by her question about the Careers. "Well, I came to the station that I thought would be of the most use to me. I'm fairly certain that I have weapons down, but..." He trailed off, realizing that he was doing it again. He was being to open and honest about his strengths and weaknesses. If his mentor was he, she would have slapped him over the top of his head.

"I have an idea," he said, holding his hand out. "Try wrapping my arm. Then I'll notice around the point that the bandages get loose."

[rukavis]

~Sara Slakter~

"All right!"
Sara chirped, not caring that her question never really was answered. She grabbed what seemed to be her fiftieth wad of bandages and placed an end of the bandages onto his palm. Sara pinned the area of bandage over his wrist down with her palm. She held that arm there, using it to hold up the bandages. Her other arm wrapped the bandages slowly up his arm. When the muscles in Sara's left arm began to hurt, she stopped and tie the knot.
Sara sat back on her heels and took a look at Emmet's arm. It looked better, but they were still hanging a bit. She had wrapped them as tight as she could! She had made sure of it herself, the whole time making sure it was tight. She even went back to fix it sometimes.

Kenn Mochizuki, District Two ~
Talking to Krystal, Felix,
Tallulah, Shimmer, and
Raina at the knife-throwing
station.
Ari Kobayashi, District Six ~
Talking to Ashley at the knot tying
station.
Nathan Fugaro, District Eleven ~
Talking to Hollie at the edible plants
station.
Sara Slakter, District Eight ~
Talking to Emmet at the first-aid
station.

What Sara didn't realize was that it was loose because the end she started with, on the palm, would slip down and make the bandages a bit looser everytime, so it was tight near the elbow and loose by the wrist.
Of course, Sara had tried to keep it pinned down, but she always subconsiously loosened her grip on the part by the wrist. Eventually, gravity would be making the bandages looser. It didn't look too loose during the process, but if you watched closely while Sara tied the knot at the end, you would notice how the bandage slipped down. Most people would be convinced that the problem was the knot-tying. But it wasn't.
So, not knowing any of this, Sara looked desperately at Emmet. Did he already know what was wrong?
"So... Do you already know what's wrong?"
Sara hoped he did. It could just cost Sara her life out there on the arena. But, Sara would never make it past the cornucopia. Not many people ever did. Those careers always got to them. Hope is good, though, isn't it? It has a sweet, yet bitter, taste.
TAGGED ~ EMMET

[Elaire]

[Is the female slot for District five still open like it says in the first page? If so can you reserve that spot for me, I'm working on the profile right now but I have to study for my spanish test right now]

[west ,]

[Is the female slot for District five still open like it says in the first page? If so can you reserve that spot for me, I'm working on the profile right now but I have to study for my spanish test right now]

{{ Yeah, it's still available. I'll reserve it for you. Sorry I haven't been on much, everyone, but I'll be posting for all of my characters soon :]

[Elaire]

"Winning will make you ｆａｍｏｕｓ. Losing means ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ｄｅａｔｈ."

➸ Avalon Rose Walters

вαsɩc ɩɴғσᴙмαтɩσɴ

➸ Tribute's Name; Avalon Walters
➸ Age; 14
➸ Gender; Female
➸ District; 5
➸ Family; Father: Jediah. mother: Constantine (deceased). older brother: Alistair (17, tried to volunteer for her but he couldn’t since he was a boy), older sister: Primula (19, was too old to volunteer)
➸ Other;None

ɩɴ-ᴅϵᴘтн

➸ Personality; Avalon is a pretty average fourteen year old by today's standards; she is genuinely kind and loves to have fun. She gets nervous and embarrassed around guys she likes but doesn’t know very well. Once she gets to know someone she is very talkative and (if it’s a boy) fairly flirty as well. Avalon doesn’t like to appear emotional weak so if she is upset or angry she’ll bottle it up until she simply can’t anymore, then after usually a fairly small incident she’ll explode. She loves to be praised and to please others as long as it doesn’t interfere with her getting something she really, really wants. She is very sweet but she doesn’t let anybody push her around or tell her what to do even if it means not pleasing them. She doesn’t like to hurt others but because she had to watch her best friend be murdered on national television she will turn into a coldblooded killer if she needs too.➸ History; ; Two years ago Avalon’s best friend Evangeline was killed in the games when they were only twelve, Avalon tried to volunteer but Primula covered up her mouth before she could.
➸ Token; A silver locket with a drawing (since I don’t think they have cameras in Panem)of Evangeline ➸ Talents / Strengths;
> Sword fighting
> Camouflage
> Running
> Identifying Plants
> Escaping if caught
➸ Weaknesses;
> Shooting a Bow (Although she can block arrows if she has a sword)
> Throwing Knifes
> Hunting
> Any non close-quarters combat
> Swimming, she can swim but not very well
➸ Likes;
> Talking to people
> Running
> Sword fighting
> Singing
➸ Dislikes;
> Rude people
> Losing
> School
> Being yelled at
➸ Fears;
> Her family dying
> Large wild animals
> Being attacked from behind or in her sleep
➸ Allergies; None
➸ Training Score; 10 (although if she wasn’t so small she wouldn’t have looked so impressive and probably would have gotten a nine)
➸ Weapons; Sword fighting! She is also good at identifying plants, camouflage, running, and escaping is she is somehow caught. She is also quite good at hand to hand combat.
➸ Other; None

lσσks

➸ Hair Color; Brown
➸ Eye Colour; Green
➸ Height; 5’2”
➸ Weight; 105
➸ Scars; She has scars on her hands and arms from her fighting training (she’s not a carrier but her father was afraid she would be raped like her sister was so he taught them how to fight)
➸ Other; None

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[Jenjo]

((Friendly bump :3))

[west ,]

"Winning will make you ｆａｍｏｕｓ. Losing means ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ｄｅａｔｈ."

➸ Avalon Rose Walters

вαsɩc ɩɴғσᴙмαтɩσɴ

➸ Tribute's Name; Avalon Walters
➸ Age; 14
➸ Gender; Female
➸ District; 5
➸ Family; Father: Jediah. mother: Constantine (deceased). older brother: Alistair (17, tried to volunteer for her but he couldn’t since he was a boy), older sister: Primula (19, was too old to volunteer)
➸ Other;None

ɩɴ-ᴅϵᴘтн

➸ Personality; {5+ lines, please}
➸ History; ; Two years ago Avalon’s best friend Evangeline was killed in the games when they were only twelve, Avalon tried to volunteer but Primula covered up her mouth before she could.
➸ Token; A silver locket with a drawing (since I don’t think they have cameras in Panem)of Evangeline ➸ Talents / Strengths;
> Sword fighting
> Camouflage
> Running
> Identifying Plants
> Escaping if caught
➸ Weaknesses;
> Shooting a Bow (Although she can block arrows if she has a sword)
> Throwing Knifes
> Hunting
> Any non close-quarters combat
> Swimming, she can swim but not very well
➸ Likes;
> Talking to people
> Running
> Sword fighting
> Singing
➸ Dislikes;
> Rude people
> Losing
> School
> Being yelled at
➸ Fears;
> Her family dying
> Large wild animals
> Being attacked from behind or in her sleep
➸ Allergies; None
➸ Training Score; 10 (although if she wasn’t so small she wouldn’t have looked so impressive and probably would have gotten a nine)
➸ Weapons; Sword fighting! She is also good at identifying plants, camouflage, running, and escaping is she is somehow caught. She is also quite good at hand to hand combat.
➸ Other; None

lσσks

➸ Hair Color; Brown
➸ Eye Colour; Green
➸ Height; 5’2”
➸ Weight; 105
➸ Scars; She has scars on her hands and arms from her fighting training (she’s not a carrier but her father was afraid she would be raped like her sister was so he taught them how to fight)
➸ Other; None

{{ Accepted once you finish your personality.
Let's just skip straight to the games. If you want to 'reserve' some things you can get at Cornucopia { so we don't all get confused :] } then you can just PM me and I'll put it up on the front page.

People that you can kill at Cornucopia; THESE PEOPLE ONLY;
{ District Three Female.
{ District Five Male.
{ District Six Male. dead.
{ District Seven Male.
{ District Eight Female.
{ District Eight Male.
{ District Nine Male.
{ District Eleven Male.
{ District Twelve Male.

{{ ｋｒｙｓｔａｌ ｓｉｌｖｅｒｓ

{ ♀ | Eighteen | District 2 ; Masonry | Token ; Silver Ring | Training Score ; 10 }

ｐｒｏｆｉｌｅ ;
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ●→ At the Cornucopia.
ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ●→ No-one.
ｍｏｏｄ ●→ Terrified.
ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ ●→ In the Bloodbath.

Krystal's heart thumped wildly against her chest. She thought it could burst. The District two girl placed one hand on her chest, her heart rate was very high and she had only just realised how scared she was. 'Calm down... Calm down...' the tube began to rise slowly. Krystal could see a faint glimmer of light where the tube opened up onto the pedestal. 'Breath...' Krystal could feel the cameras already on her as she rose up. Sighing, she ran a hand through her blonde hair and held her precious ring in her left hand. A deep voice boomed from above as if he were God, but she knew he was just another person from the Capitol sending her to her death. 'Three...' Krystal felt her breath leave her body, 'Two...' her legs and hands were shaking uncontrolably, 'One...' It's time. 'GO!'

‒ x ‒

''Go...'' Krystal breathed, leaping delicately off her pedestal and towards the Cornucopia. Her mind seemed to shut off as she felt her instinct kick in. The dark grey raincoat she was wearing flapped madly at her legs and feet, but nothing mattered now. Only survival. Leaving the things outside of the Cornucopia, Krystal fled to the giant structure that could be the difference between life and death.
Picking up a nearby spear, Krystal turned to whoever was brave enough to risk their life for a loaf of bread or throwing knife. Without thinking, she hurled it at the closest person. It hit them directly in the chest. The unfortunate tribute flopped lifelessly to the ground. District Six. Krystal grinned, one step closer to winning.

ｇａｍｅｓ ;
ａｌｌｉｅｓ ●→ N/A
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ●→ N/A
ｗｏｕｎｄｓ ●→ N/A
ｈｅａｌｔｈ ●→ 100 %

ｔａｇｇｅｄ ●→ --

{{ jｅｎｎａ ｔｈｅｏｂａｌｄ

{ ♀ | Sixteen | District 12 ; Coal Mining | Token ; Blue Headband | Training Score ; 8 }

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ●→ At the Cornucopia.
ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ●→ No-one.
ｍｏｏｄ ●→ Terrified.
ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ ●→ In the Bloodbath.

Jenna heard the word 'Go' and immediately leapt off her pedestal. She looked around desperately for anything she could grab, but all she could see was other people around her literally running for their lives. The district twelve girl quickly spotted a bright orange backpack. She ran as fast as she could and snatched up the backpack then turned on her heel and ran.

‒ x ‒

Jenna sighed and began to pant as she arrived in a deep forest. She slowed to a walk as soon as she thought she was out of sight. Only then could Jenna take in her surroundings. It was warm, and very beautiful. At first, it seemed like nothing harmful could ever live in this place, but Jenna knew she was wrong.
She looked about, then found an appropriate tree to climb. Jenna pulled herself up as high as she could then nested between two branches. The girl opened her backpack, it was neon orange and would most definatley give her away if she didn't camoflage it quickly. She found a water treatment set and a small water bottle that was bone dry. Jenna burrowed through her backpack, also finding a sleeping back, pair of gloves that seemed useless, some sunglasses and three packets of crackers. 'Nice...' she thought, pulling on the gloves and arranging the sleeping bag. Jenna wasn't hungry yet, but told herself she'd go hunting tomorrow. The only thing she needed was some weapons...

ｇａｍｅｓ ;
ａｌｌｉｅｓ ●→ N/A
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ●→ N/A
ｗｏｕｎｄｓ ●→ N/A
ｈｅａｌｔｈ ●→ 100 %

[left]

ｔａｇｇｅｄ ●→ ｎｏ-ｏｎｅ.

[rukavis]

~Ari Kobayashi~

Standing nervously in her outfit, Ari waited for the pedestal to finish it's ascent. Ari fimbled with the pockets of her green cargo pants, then pulled the black raincoat closer over her beige shirt and dark green jumper. She wondered why girls wore a different top than boys. As Ari looked around, she saw that all of the males wore brown and green rather than beige and dark green.
When the pedestal deposited Ari on the Arena, everything was warm. Ari wondered what the purpose of their raincoats were. Scanning the field, Ari saw a pack of twenty one-use water filters, a pack of nuts, and a small, neon green backpack lying there, as though demanding to be taken together. Ari smiled to herself. This was going to be her lucky day. Those were for her.
Bong!
Oh, crap!
While everyone else ran off, Ari was left with surprise. She shook her head and ran as fast as she could. Ari was thankful for her speed, stamina, and age. She reached the three items quickly and snatched them up, throwing the back over her shoulder and stuffing the nuts in one of the side pockets. Ari felt a quick pain in her arm and turned around, kicking whoever it was that had decided to pick a fight with her.
TAGGED ~ --

~Kenn Mochizuki

As the pedestal rose, Kenn was filled with excitement. This was his chance to fulfill himself to his family. They couldn't tell him that he wasn't a man because he hadn't won the Games. If he lost, at least they would remember him as the boy who volunteered and won valiantly. Hopefully. If he won, he won a place in his family's house.
Three...
Kenn felt the heat of the arena hit him. Why did they have raincoats?
Two...
Kenn stood straighter on the pedestal.
One...
Kenn leaned forward on the pedestal.
Bong!
Kenn took off toward the Cornucopia. He got there first, grabbing a bow, a white quiver of arrows, and a quiver of explosive tipped arrows. He didn't care what the others wanted- this is what he wanted. He loaded a normal arrow into his bow, looked around, and shot at the District Eight male. It hit his left shoulder, so Kenn loaded another one into his bow and hit his chest. One death for Kenn. This was going to be fun.
TAGGED ~ --

Kenn Mochizuki, District Two ~
In the Cornucopia
Ari Kobayashi, District Six ~
Fighting with someone
Nathan Fugaro, District Eleven ~
Going for a backpack(Someone can
kill him right there)
Sara Slakter, District Eight ~
Standing in the middle of the bloodbath

~Nathan Fugaro~

As the pedestal rose, Nathan's anxiety rose. Would he ever see his mother or sister again? Would he get to see his dead father?
The gong sounded, and Nathan hopped forward. He spotted a camo backpack and picked it up.
But then he felt a knife on his leg.
Nathan turned around to find another tribute there. Nathan ignored the pain in his leg and strung the backpack over his arm. He kicked the other person in their stomach, hoping to make a get-away. What he didn't know is that he was not going to make it past the cornucopia.
Next to him, on Nathan's left, the District Eight male fell on his knees from an arrow in his shoulder. Then, an arrow hit his chest. To Nathan's right, the District Six male fell at the hands of the District Two female. Nathan stole a quick glance over his shoulder and saw that the District Two male had gotten the District Eight male. District Two was on fire.
Nathan turned around again, hoping that the glance over his shoulder didn't cost him his life.
TAGGED ~ --

~Sara Slakter~

Sara took her first step to death.
On the pedestal, Sara was able to more closely scrutinize her outfit. It was hideous. A pair of green cargo pants, a beige shirt, a dark green jumper, and a black raincoat with a hood that had a "8" planted on it. Sara shook her head, wondering why the Capitol had decided to make such ridiculous outfits.
When the warmth hit Sara, so did the male's outfits. They were different. Green jumpers and brown shirts popped out at Sara everywhere. It all surprised her, so when the gong sounded, Sara simply walked around. She picked up a pack of nuts, then dropped them because they would probably taste bad. It took all Sara had not to pick up a spear. She knew she would hit herself rather than anyone else. She just hoped that she could run out of the bloodbath before anyone else popped in.
TAGGED ~ --

[Elaire]

~{Avalon Rose Walters}~
“Go” The words echoed through Avalon’s head as she leapt off her pedestal. She had set her sights on the gleaming long sword right near the cornucopia. Luckily for her she was much faster than the majority of the other tributes. On her way to the sword she reached down and grabbed a small camo backpack without slowing down. She surveyed the surroundings and saw a larger backpack of the same pattern right near the sword. As she approached the sword she grabbed the hilt and turned around to see if any others were near her. There was one person that was within twenty-yards, the boy from district nine. She grabbed the larger pack and slung it on her shoulder over the other one, luckily it wasn’t too heavy. She launched herself at the boy and brought her sword cleanly though his neck. Without inspecting the damage or the oncoming wave of bloodthirsty tributes Avalon sprinted away from the back of the cornucopia. As she made her way to the woods she grabbed another small thing (water purifier), there were a couple more things on the perimeter that she could have taken but she couldn’t risk weighting herself more than she was already.

[I hope it's okay that I posted since I finished her personality]