The 50th Hunger Games-Quarter Quell-Semi Lit-OPEN!

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(Does anyone know what District two is again? Sorry...)

[Walkin on thin Ice…]

(It's medicine )

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(AHHH! Thanks! lool.. xD)

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Legolas sighed in relief, glad the harrowing ordeal of getting pretty was over. Of course he already was pretty, but the stylists had merely enhanced it. A small gold crown of solid gold leaves encircled his forehead, blending beautifully with his costume. He admired it in the mirror, glad his stylists had had the sense to fit him with something relatively normal-looking and similar to clothes he was used to. If he got stuck in something like a fishing net dress from District 4, he would probably have never emerged with his pride intact.

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Lyra lay on her bed, starring up at the crack free ceiling, until eventually there was a loud knock at the door. She quickly got up off of the bed, and smoothed her shirt down, then made her way towards the door. As soon as she unlocked the door's lock, two, very colourful people pushed their way into the room, and gave her a big hug. Before she could say anything, they introduced themselves as Ladasha and Gralium, her prep team. After a few minutes of silence, when they were admiring her 'natural beauty', they hurried her into the bathroom and set her down on a chair. We Must get you done before Ellara comes we must. Ladasha mumbled to herself, as she scrubbed furiously at Lyra's limbs. Gralium patted her head for reassurance of Ladasha's odd behaviour, and then began on her nails.

Once Gralium had finished filing back her nails, Lyra as he applied a set of long, fake nails, and then lather them in metalic red nail polish. Once he had done this, and it was dry, he moved onto her face, which happened to be at the same time that Ladasha had finished waxing her legs, and moved onto her hair, combing out each individual knot delicately. Gralium covered Lyra's face in a skin coloured liquid, giving it a flawless look, and the coated her eyelids in a glimmering red eye shadow. He then brushed mascara through her eyelashes, and applied tiny diamantes onto her eyelids, forming them into a peculiar pattern. Once he had done this, and they were all firmly stuck in their places, he added a soft blush onto her cheeks, and then coated her lips in a dark, vibrant, blood red lipstick. Lyra began to wonder what they were doing this year, usually they'd be dressed up in some silly doctors uniform, or a pill costume, she had never seen red before. Once Gralium had finished with her makeup, he left the room, leaving Lyra alone with Ladasha he continued to mumble with herself. Eventually she finished brushing her long, wavy hair, and then began to curl it even more. Once she had done that, she played around with her hair, eventually tying it up into a simple, yet pretty hairstyle that hung down her back. Once Ladasha had finished, both herself and Lyra starred at the almost end result in the mirror, Ladasha's face almost as loving and friendly as one of a mother's, starring at Lyra's reflection with admiration. You are very pretty, you are. She said softly, stroking Lyra's shoulder. She then helped her stand up, and then ushered her back into the bed room slowly, here, was where Lyra saw Gralium talking to a beautiful, almost normal looking, women. Once the two realised that they had just been joined by the tribute, their harsh expression became soft, and she walked over to her. Lyra! She sighed happily, opening her arms to embrace the girl. Nice to finally meet you! She added. Lyra nodded and closed her eyes, enjoying the friendly warmth, "You too." She replied quietly. After a while of getting to know her, Ellara studied what her prep team had done, and fixed what needed to be fixed, although there wasn't really anything. She then handed her a bag, and gestured for Lyra to go into the bathroom. She did what she was told, and when she came back, she emerged from the door and beautiful red high heels that could barely be seen, and in an amazing, red dress. All four of them exchanged a slight smile, and then the catch came. All three of them engulfed her, Ellara put a white, doctors coat over her shoulders, and left it undone, Gralium put a red briefcase in her right hand, representing one of a doctors, and then Ladasha hung a red stethoscope around her neck gently, and pulled her hair out from under it and placed it on top. Beautiful still, you still look beautiful. She murmured to Lyra reassuringly. Lyra smiled gratefully at her words and nodded, suddenly realising what all of the red accessories were symbols for, and how they all pieced into her district's theme. Her eyes grew larger, and her mouth gaped slightly as a single, powerful word spilled from her mouth.
"Blood."


(Sorry if it's too long!!!)
(Oh, and also, how do we know who wins the games??)

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

(the judges decide, I think.)

[-Bacon]

(Ok, thanks! ^^)

Without waiting for her prep team's response, and not exactly expecting one, she walked out of the room swiftly, shutting it behind her, and making her way down the hall way, not watching where she was going.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Legolas quickly finished admiring himself in the mirror and stepped out into the hallway, ready to descend to the main room where the chariots waited. He was so busy saying goodbye to his prep team and stylists that he didn't watch where he was walking and nearly collided with another tribute clothed in blood red and white. "Pardon me! I must watch where I place my feet. Are you alright?" he asked as he turned to face her, grabbing her arm to keep her from falling.

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Lyra quickly turned her gaze to meet his, her mind flodded with other thoughts of death and the capitol, that she was still processing what was going on. "Yeah, I'm fine." She replied eventually, her usual bright blue eyes dull grey. "Sorry," She added, "I should've been watching where I was going.."

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

(the judges decide, I think.)

Oops, wrong RP. A different HG one I'm in has judges. Walkin' on thin ice will probably decide, or they might take a vote or something.

Legolas smiled gently, his sky blue eyes meeting hers evenly. "It was my fault. I had more time to react. Do not trouble yourself, though. There's enough to worry about already. And you're from district....?" he asked, looking at her costume.