watch your back~a hunger games roleplay

[glassea]

(( Scene 1 is up and ready for posting! It's on the very first post. I'm sure this is confusing, so please ask me any questions you may have. I personally will not be doing my post tonight, so make sure you don't get too far ahead of all the slackers like me ))

[goreyboy]

(Has it started? So excited!)

[glassea]

(( Yep, we've pretty much begun. Once you've done your original, two-paragraphs-four-lines-each minimum post, you can do one-liners for dialogue or whatever. ))

[goreyboy]

Mindy, Bella's stylist re-applied her lip gloss casually. Bella looked back at the friends she'd made - She would probably never see them again. "Well, hopefully the next time we see you it won't be in a casket." Johnson, Bella's trainer placed a hand on her back. She shook it away, fighting back tears. Mindy smiled in a way only a Capitolite can. She held out her arms and gestured for a hug. Bella gave she a stiff hug and waved sorrowfully as a Peacekeeper ordered her onto the platform. "I..." Bella tried to speak, but the glass closed around her. "I promise i'll win for you." She whispered, just as her plate was lifted up into the arena.

Bella Grain glanced around at the other tributes from her metal plate. Her hand instinctively lifted to her neck, gripping the silver chain around it. She looked at the Cornucopia, noticing one backpack in particular. A yellow one. The 13 year old began to plan out a strategy to get to the backpack, and maybe grab a weapon along the way. The hair on the back of Bella's neck stood straight, as the countdown begun. She planned to run out, close to the ground, nab the backpack, and grab a sword which was set nearby. Then she could sneak to the side of the fighting and mauling, and climb up the sides of the canyon. She glanced at a cave far up, close to the top of the canyon. Bella wondered if she would have to kill anyone, of if she would get killed. Of course, it was too late to run away now.
The Hunger Games... were about to begin.

[glassea]

(( I'd prefer it to be longer, but since this should be an action-filled scene this is fine for now. The post length rule is mostly me worrying about people saying, "He walked through the woods." ))

[goreyboy]

('Kk. I just found it hard to write about her just standing on her plate. xD )

[glassea]

(( Tip to all: You can begin with a drama-filled scene about how they get on their plate. Like,"My stylist sobbed in the background, etc. etc. ))

[goreyboy]

(Ok, i'm so editing it into an epic goodbye scene now~ Honhonhon.)

[glassea]

(( Heh, totally up to you. I tend to write in a more dramatic style, so this ends up working out better for me. Plus it makes my posts longer and more impressive-looking. ))

[panorama,]

Aaron

Aaron looked at his stylist. He smiled and patted her shoulder. She was going to make him cry. She was nice, and sweet, and over all had a good sense of fashion. He embraced her, maybe for the last time, her tears staining his outfit. He frowned and stepped in his tube thing. He never knew his stylist was going to be more emotional than he was. He shrugged, as the plate was lifted up to the place he might die in.He smirked as he looked around. Yes he was a little nervous, his palms were sweating., What if a girl attacked him, and he froze? He shook his head and closed his eyes. He had been trained all his life for this, and he might screw it up. He clenched his fists and looked over at the cornicopia. His feet planted strongly in the plate. He focused on the contents of the cornocopia. He saw an ax, it was close, and he knew how to use it. Would he risk going for the spear? Nah. He wanted to get what he needed and get somewhere safe in this.. canyon, before sundown. Then he spied on a few more things.. a green bag.. a tarp. All useful and close to him. He smiled and bit his lip. The count down started. He sighed, and thought about all those times his trainer made him stand on a metal table, and told him to sprint to the other end of his gym. He tried to tell himself that was what he was doing, he was at home, and training. He would eat lunch in a few minutes. But alas, the wind, and the sound of others silent breaths made it all to real.

Beck

He wiped the single tear that fell. He needed to be strong. All the flash backs of his sister in the games kept coming back. He kept waking up every night leading up to this one, with the same scream piercing his ears. He wouldn't scream, because he wouldn't die, because he would win. He had 3 more sisters to take care of. He couldn't let them get sent to the orphanage. He needed to live. Beck stood on the plate as it arose. His palms sweating, his eyes full of pure fear. This was the hunger games. He took deep breaths as he got to the top. He was in a.. canyon. He sighed. Then looked around at the careers and then the cornocopia. He saw intricate snares and a white back, over by the little clearing by a river. The river wasn't that wide, but it probably had some kind of deadly fish in it.. typical game makers. He rolled his eyes, and focused on the bag. He needed it. And the snare. The snare could catch him like a bunny or something. Are there even bunnies in canyons? He shook his head and focused on the countdown that was sounding through the canyon, echoing.

Kiandra

Kiandra shoved the stylist away. She had been stuffing her in tacky sparkly cloths.. if she was allowed to call them cloths, for way too long. Kiandra stood in the tube and started up. She waved and smiled to the stylist she hopefully never had to see again. Kiandra fixed her over done hair and wiped away the eye liner, making her have black streaks under her eyes. She smiled. At least her stylist managed to giver her a decent out fit that was heavy, yet light. Kiandra looked around at the environment, not bothering to glance at the people around her. They had all annoyed her, which fueled her rage, which fueled her thirst to see them all dead. She may not survive, but she would die trying. She could go many days without food, and she could camouflage herself well, this might as well be handing her a gun. But she couldn't be so confident, the game makers might be out to get her after she "accidentally" sliced one of their weird mustaches off. She laughed at the memory, breaking the silence between them all. She looked around, a smile on her face. She had her eye on a blue bag, and a beautiful ax close to her plate. She grinned as she got ready to leap off the plate. It was a good 5 feet off the ground, but she has hopped of trees 3 times the size.