The Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Accepting!

[Combeferre]

{All accepted! ^^ Answers to all your questions;
1) If there is no mentor/announcer/both for your district, check the posts from the other tribute to check - they might have already improvised and made one up. If not, feel free to improvise and I will add them to the front when I get time.
2) Depending on where your other character is (train, reaping, etc) you can go that far. For example, Tally and Taiven are already on the train, but Benjamin and Griffon are only heading towards the train now, while a lot of other characters are somewhere in the middle of the reaping. Check your fellow tribute's post c:

(Yay, thanks! ^^

Hopefully I'll post the reaping when I'm able to, once I get off Tumblr, stop procrastinating, and finish this stupid school project.)

[Beebs]

((It's alright Jadeghost. :3))

Shelby || District Eleven

"Yes, it is." Shelby said softly, watching him take the food. I suppose that means I can have some. She thought, slowly picking out small things. Sure, the table was piled high with food, but Shelby didn't often eat much, so she was used to small meals. "And you're..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember. "Uhmm....Is it Mason? Or something?" She asked, really unsure. She felt pretty awkward talking to him, espiacially since he was so much older. And she often didn't talk to others, except her family. Others usually avoided her, so she wasn't too social. At least he was a little willing to talk with her, whereas Shelby just felt awkward and wierd, as she did whenever she talked to someone else.
She nibbled on some meat, which she couldn't tell what it was. It wasn't beef... Was it chicken? No. Couldn't be. It had to be something she didn't get in District Eleven. The thought of going into that dreaded arena made her appetite diminish, and soon she wasn't even eating, just staring down at her food. How could she eat, when the threat of the Games loomed over her? She found it odd that the Capitol would feed them so many delicacies, then through them into an arena where they kill each other for their enjoyment.

((Creativity, why aren't you working this week? D:))

[Jadeghost]

((It's alright Jadeghost. :3))

Shelby || District Eleven

"Yes, it is." Shelby said softly, watching him take the food. I suppose that means I can have some. She thought, slowly picking out small things. Sure, the table was piled high with food, but Shelby didn't often eat much, so she was used to small meals. "And you're..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember. "Uhmm....Is it Mason? Or something?" She asked, really unsure. She felt pretty awkward talking to him, espiacially since he was so much older. And she often didn't talk to others, except her family. Others usually avoided her, so she wasn't too social. At least he was a little willing to talk with her, whereas Shelby just felt awkward and wierd, as she did whenever she talked to someone else.
She nibbled on some meat, which she couldn't tell what it was. It wasn't beef... Was it chicken? No. Couldn't be. It had to be something she didn't get in District Eleven. The thought of going into that dreaded arena made her appetite diminish, and soon she wasn't even eating, just staring down at her food. How could she eat, when the threat of the Games loomed over her? She found it odd that the Capitol would feed them so many delicacies, then through them into an arena where they kill each other for their enjoyment.

((Creativity, why aren't you working this week? D:))

~Jason Hawthorne~
Jason gave a small smile, his eyes lighting up slightly. "No, my name is Jason, not Mason," he corrected her, but it wasn't a big deal that she had messed up his name. He wasn't sure what else to ask her, but wanted to keep talking, since they would be working together for the next week or so. "Do you even know what kind of food this is? I've never seen half of it before..." Jason knew he probably sounded stupid, but kept talking due to nervousness.
However, when he saw that she had stopped eating, he became slightly concerned. "Hey...I know this is hard, but you should really eat. You'll need your strength in the arena," Jason reminded her, hoping that she would cheer up soon.

[Beebs]

Shelby ||District Eleven

Shelby blinked at him, then groaned inwardly, nudging the food with a fork. "I just...still can't believe I'm in this. It makes my stomach churn thinking I may die in a few days." SHe then added, "I'm not trained at all for this. The best thing that would help me is avoiding others, but..." SHe couldn't go on. She couldn't exactly explain what she was feeling right now. It was anger, then sadness, then confusion, back to anger. It kept going in a cycle. Shelby went back to Jason's first comment. "I've never seen food like this. I don't even know what this is," She poked the meat she had with her fork. "But, I think it's pretty good."

[Jadeghost]

Shelby ||District Eleven

Shelby blinked at him, then groaned inwardly, nudging the food with a fork. "I just...still can't believe I'm in this. It makes my stomach churn thinking I may die in a few days." SHe then added, "I'm not trained at all for this. The best thing that would help me is avoiding others, but..." SHe couldn't go on. She couldn't exactly explain what she was feeling right now. It was anger, then sadness, then confusion, back to anger. It kept going in a cycle. Shelby went back to Jason's first comment. "I've never seen food like this. I don't even know what this is," She poked the meat she had with her fork. "But, I think it's pretty good."

~Jason Hawthorne~
Jason looked down at the ground for a moment as Shelby spoke of what was to come. "I...I can't believe it either. I don't know who will take care of my sister now...She's only eight, and I pretty much was taking care of her by myself," he let out all the concerns he had been feeling until now. His thoughts then wandered back to his knife, which he had hidden safely in his room. "I can throw a knife really well...it's a strange skill I picked up. Having no parents, I had to find something to do," Jason explained to her, but he still felt sorry for her. She would be so...vulnerable in the arena.
Finally, Jason forced himself to eat a few bites of the strange meat, and soon found that he did not want to stop. It was the best thing he had ever tasted in his life! "Wow...this is amazing," he admitted.

[Beebs]

Shelby || District Eleven

"Told you." Shelby muttered, watching him for a bit before turning back to her own food. SHe had to admit, she was starving, but the thought of going into the arena kept it at bay. "My mother died giving birth to my little sister." Shelby suddenly muttered after some silence. "I'm just worried about my father and sister. I'm usually the one that went out and got them food and did the jobs for our money. I don't know how little Allie could deal with that type of stuff." She tried hard to blink back the tears that were beginning to well up at the thought of her family. If she was going into this arena, she needed to stay strong, she wanted to stay strong. SHe figured she would die in there anyways. At least Shelby could make sure she died as she played the games, unafraid about what was ahead. But truth be told, she was terrified.

[hakemie]

Dru Beretz


Basics
Username: c a t
Character Name: Dru Beretz
District: Six
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Family:
Elinor Beretz-Mother Fidel Beretz-Father Alv Beretz-8 Year Old Brother
Friends:
This cat, Gen. He's not very nice, though.
Allies in arena:
None so far

In-Depth
Personality:
Dru, being a coward, is not very sure of things, and is basically afraid of her own shadow. She won't stand up to her fears, and won't usually fight. However,she manages to build up the strength to fight for the things she believes in. Dru is a sort of peaceful girl; she won't really use violence, but if she really has to, she'd ultimately fail.
Appearance:
Dru has a slender body type with a fair complexion. She has blue eyes and a sort of white smile, with a height of six feet and one inch. She weighs about 110 pounds. Her hair is a dirty blonde, and is naturally wavy, but sometimes it's hard to tell because it's so tangled.
Backstory/History:
Since Dru's father worked in one of the trains of the transportation system of Panem, Dru often rode the train across the country. She loved her family dearly, and always worried that she would lose them. Her mother was the pilot of a plane, but soon quit when bombers and spies started boarding many planes. They Beretz family often struggles to pay for bills and put food on the table, but they were a happy family.
Flaws:
Dru doesn't kill, she runs away from her problems all the time. She is also bad at camouflaging and finding safe places to shelter for the night.
Strengths:
Despite her bad hiding skills, Dru has a lot of stamina and runs swiftly. Not many people can catch up to her, making it harder for her to get killed. She is also very accurate in throwing things.
Preferred weapons:
Plenty of knives and spears
Skills & talents:
Dru can hunt decently, but she never really ate much of her kill because she was too used to plane and train food. She learned to keep from being squeamish, and is normally quiet so she won't get caught making a peep.
Likes:
She obviously loves her family and friends, and calm moments when she is alone. Dru especially loves the scent of freshly baked goods, and the taste of them too.
Dislikes:
Dru doesn't really like deep bodies of water, since she never really got to ride a ship to another district. She also dislikes strangers and people who don't make good first impressions.
Fears:
Dru is especially afraid of the dark and getting lost, since her life always revolved around light and protective parents.
Clothing style:
Dru typically wears worn out jeans and any shirt that first touches her fingers. On chilly days, she wears a tank top under and a mildly thick sweater, and always wears her black boots from District 8.
Strategy & tactics:
Avoid contact with all tributes unless they are after you. Never look back, only hide when night falls and continue when the sun rises. Never truly fall asleep; keep an eye out for night killers.
Details
On a scale of one to ten, how fast on their feet is this character?:
8-Dru is fast, but she's only about a bit quicker than the average runner.
How self-confident this character is on a scale of one to ten:
5-She's a little too shy for self-confidence, but breaks away from her shyness when she interacts with someone she is familiar with.
Likely or not likely to survive?:
Dru is not going to survive. There is not even a bit of hope for her in the Games. She can't just run away from everyone and expect to win.
Did this character have training beforehand?:
No, she has never been in any violent training (how to punch, sneak attacks, etc.)
What skills, if any, did this character develop while in the training centre and arena?:
She learned to identify various types of berries, what to eat and what not to eat, to at least try and make a good fight, and good strategies for hiding.

Other information
Questions?:
If my character dies, what do I do now? Do I just play another character (like a mentor) or something?
Other:
Forgive me if this form doesn't meet the expectations, I have a large writer's block ;-; I AM capable of posting three lines though.

[Jenjo]

{@cat; It's okay, accepted ^^ Could you just fix the 'Character Name Here' at the top, though? c: Also, to answer your question: when your character(s) die, you become a gamekeeper, mentor, announcer, sponsor, etc. You help wreck havoc on everybody else C:
@Kianake Sitikara; Reserved! :D}

[Jadeghost]

(I would like to reserve the last open tribute, the male from District 7, if that's okay! :3)

[O.G.]

Taiven Baxter || District 4

He laughed when she ruffled his hair and he playfully pulled away from her, a grin forming across his face at the mention of his hair smelling nice. "Yep. It's the lovely scent of gnat food," he joked, knowing how much they loved to swamp fruit. It would be his luck that when he stepped outside they'd all go for his hair. What a delightful welcome to the Capitol. Well, it would probably beat the people there. He didn't know how pleasurable they were, but they were the ones who liked the Hunger Games so much. How likable could they really be?

He forgot about it when Tally skipped off ahead of him down the corridor, not getting far before she turned back to face him, claiming that he was too boring for her taste. He half frowned, knowing it was just a tease. "With this body, do I really have to be that interesting?" he asked teasingly, motioning to his muscular chest and abs with an eyebrow slightly raised. Well, back in District 4 he was certain he didn't have to be. If he sat as still as a rock half the girls in his school would still probably flock to him. It was just a plus that he had a personality, although, it had been sort of drained after he figured out he was the next tribute in the Games. It was a harsh blow and he hadn't yet recovered from it yet. So far, he had been doing pretty well.

He laughed at his own comment before he jogged to meet her. "This is the Capitol we're talking about here. If they have a fish tank they're going to have a big one holding electric eels and maybe little sharks. I'm not up to dishing for them, but if its big enough I'd like to see how well you swim," he said with an evil grin, managing to contain his laughter. He'd once caught a shark when fishing with an actual fishing pole. He didn't want to lose it so, he tried reeling it in. For two hours he wrestled with the thing, letting the line slack and then yanking it. He was exhausted when he just about had it, but he slipped up. It yanked to hard and he lost his footing. He fell right into the water and had some sort of pathetic panic attack. The crew wasn't too happy either, but when he was pulled back into the boat he was the laughing stock of everyone on the ship because of his breakdown in the water. He wouldn't be surprised if word had spread to Tally even if she was just the poor girl who hung around the district.