The Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Accepting!

[Jenjo]

{@Wolvine; accepted. @sfwolf; not accepted, sorry- not literate enough ^^"}

(ok what am I missing? I'll go fix it im just not sure what to fix)

{Like I said, you're not literate enough. @CC; xD Tallulah probably won't be one, the other careers would turn their noses up at her xD}

[O.G.]

(( Aw, poor her, I think..I don't know how much I'd like the Careers especially with Karas as one of them. xD Also, I decided to make this character to hopefully keep me active on the role play longer because I figure all of my characters could die at any point in the role play. xD))

Shade Riverstone

Basics
Username: I-am-CC
Character Name: Shade Riverstone
District: 8
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Family: He has a mother and five younger siblings, four brothers and a sister.
Friends: He has one close one, but he knows most of the kids his age in his district.
Allies in arena: He has no allies currently.

In-Depth
Personality: Shade is a pretty friendly boy to everyone in the district, never failing to at least say a quick greeting to someone he has seen before. He's very chatty and a great conversationalist, also happening to be a decent listener. He is a very compassionate boy, perhaps to a fault. He is willing to help as many people as he can even if it brings himself harm. He is sweet and generous, not hesitant to share what he has with another person. He is a pretty great boy overall, but he does have his faults. He isn't the most courageous or adventurous of kids, usually feeling comfortable in familiar places. Outside of his zone, he is quick to clam up and act rather distant. He is also rather naive, tricked easily by others. To sum him up, he is great company, but a bit timid in new situations and easily fooled, perhaps not the best person to choose as an ally unless your just looking for company.
Appearance: Shade is an average height for his age, standing at 5' 2" tall. He is rather skinny, underfed and bony. Even so, his build would naturally be scrawny, not well muscled. His skin is pale, very pale. It is almost paper white and drained looking, dotted with an abundance of freckles all along his face. His jaw is prominent due to lack of food, his cheeks rather hallow. His hair is perfectly straight and pitch black in color, though not particularly glossy. He has something like side swept bangs that cover half of his forehead and brush the eyelashes of his left eye. As for the rest of his hair, it stays decently short. His eyes could be haunting if it weren't for his personality, being a solid, unvarying color of a vivid icy blue. They always look icy, almost menacing despite his sweet personality. His nose sticks out a bit too much on him and his lips are moderately sized.
Backstory/History: Having been born into one of the poorest districts, District 8, Shade doesn't have the best of histories. He was the firstborn to his parents. His mother was a teacher and his father a factory worker. At first they ate decently enough, but as his parents had more and more children they were left hungrier and hungrier. By the time he was eight years old his mother had her last child and they were left poor and starving. It was three years later his father died, but he didn't know how because he had been at school. His mother hardly explained to him anything, but he put the pieces together. His father had been complaining about how little food they had. He had probably attempted to steal some and was executed. That left him, his five younger siblings, and his mother alone. They lasted a year and all hope seemed lost. They were starving to death and none of them could do anything about it and that was how the had lived ever since, barely clinging to life.
Flaws: His weak, scrawny, and underfed. He can't run much because of it and he isn't strong either. He is naive and can be tricked easily and he is also too sweet for his own good.
Strengths: He is great at weaving nets and setting rather complicated traps he found out. He's also not half bad at building decent shelters.
Preferred weapons: He's managed to learn how to use a bow and arrow and he likes it well enough.
Skills & talents: He can weave just about anything. He would often watch people around his district doing it and he picked up on the skill more than he thought he did.
Likes: He loves people and attention. He also has a knack for building snowmen.
Dislikes: He hates blood, to see it coming from himself or another person. He also hates to see people is sticky situations.
Fears: He fears bleeding to death if he gets cut too badly.
Clothing style: He doesn't have much. He wears his father's old coat that is far to large for him and a torn up old shirt beneath that. He has snow boots too small for his feet and an old pair of jeans.
Strategy & tactics: He's not quite sure what he is going to do once he enters the arena.

Details
On a scale of one to ten, how fast on their feet is this character?: He's too underfed to have much energy. 5.
How self-confident this character is on a scale of one to ten: He's not cocky, but not timid. He earns a 6.
Likely or not likely to survive?: It depends on the competition.
Did this character have training beforehand?: He hasn't trianed for the Hunger Games.
What skills, if any, did this character develop while in the training centre and arena?: He learned how to use a bow and arrow and how to build little shelters. He also learned what was good to eat.

Other information
Questions?:
Other:

(( He'll be great to pick off at the beginning of the game. xD Poor Shade. ))

[Jenjo]

{Added you to the front, CC :3 We can post our reaping/first paragraphs now! c: Remember; female tributes are chosen first. So, you can post yours even if you're RP'ing a boy, just realize that girls get picked first, okay? <3 Also, you can start at whatever stage you want, for example, early morning or whatever c:}

| Tallulah Leila Gray |
District Four | Reaping
Tallulah Gray was up at roughly ten o'clock. Even though she had dreaded this day since last year, she simply couldn't sleep; which was strange for her, considering she liked to rest well for the next day. She hadn't slept as well as she would have liked to. Pushing those thoughts out of the way, she creaked open the little shack's worn wooden door, cautious not to wake her fellow urchins.
It was quite warm out; the sun was just rising up over the sea. There was the usual, soft salty sea breeze, and instantly Tally was glad she had worn her shorts on such a decent day. Stretching as she walked down the lane to the main parts of District Four, she blinked her dark eyes.
The tide was out, much to her displeasure; it meant she couldn't go fishing. She would have to wait for a few hours for the tide to turn. As Tallulah entered the main District, she sighed, glancing at the washed-out-looking pale, sea-green shutters of each house. Of course people wouldn't be up; it was the day of the Reaping, and people usually slept in until around eleven o'clock, dreading the swiftly advancing hours. She would, too.
A couple of people were wandering the streets, but she took next to no notice of them. She was simply too caught up in her own thoughts.
The Annual Hunger Games. She had only ever watched them on the public televisions; she had never been a Tribute, and she hoped that she would never be Reaped. But, thinking, it was always possible; after all, as of late, the odds had not been in her favor. She'd missed the tide yesterday, and the result meant having to wait again and wasting time.
A wind chime tinkled as she walked through the streets of District Four; streets that she called home, the only place she had ever known. Never had she left the District; it was practically forbidden, unless you were on 'official' business. As if she ever would be on official business. All the same, it didn't bother her: she loved the sea, the salty breeze, the entire District in general.
Her thoughts drifted back to the Hunger Games as she walked towards the shores. What would it be like, if she happened to be Reaped? Would she stand a chance of survival? She doubted it. She had seen the other tributes from previous years: some were weak, and wiped out quickly, whereas others from 'Career' districts seemed to conquer year. District Four was considered a Career District, along with District One and District Two. If chosen, would she be a Career? Would she be part of the Careers group, or would she stand alone? Or would she ally with somebody from another District? She intended on becoming allies with, at least, the Male Tribute of District Four, if she were to be chosen.
The markets were usually closed on the day of the Reaping, so it seemed pointless to go fishing or work anyway. Kicking off her scruffy old mountain boots, Tallulah dipped her toes into the familiar sands of the shoreline. The sand was tan-brown; not white, not yellow. A few strands of seaweed had washed up, along with a couple of broken shells. With her boots in her hands, Tally walked along the sands, allowing her toes to sink in; it was comforting to her.
Hours later, she was pulling on her boots again at the end of the beach where she had started to walk. It was nearly 1:45pm; surely, she thought, people would be up. She didn't like seeing the District so unusually quiet. As she strode back up to the main part of the District, she ruffled her messy hair absentmindedly; it wasn't very wavy at that moment, but rather just looked uncombed. She didn't care what she looked like to other people, nor was she intending on changing.
The main square was packed, full of people; kids penned off according to their ages, with adults standing behind, looking distressed. The Reaping began at two o'clock; she was just about on time. As she marked herself present at a table for registration, she was directed to the seventeen-year-old 'pen' by a Peacekeeper. A little reluctantly, Tally slipped herself into the pen, finding herself standing next to Kia Black, one of her best friends.
"Hey," Kia grinned, "Another year, eh? Don't worry, we'll be fine."
Tally smiled slightly, feeling a little worried about Kia's words. What if they weren't fine? Biting her lip softly, Tallulah stood on tip-toe slightly to see the platform up at the front. On that platform stood three chairs, two tables, two glass bowls and thousands upon thousands of little slips of paper. On some of those slips of paper was her name, written in clear, black ink. Watching as the announcer, a short woman with bright blue hair, stepped forward, Tally simply couldn't prevent the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. The District mayor gave his typical speech, before sitting down in one of the three chairs next to the blue-haired announcer and District Four's mentor. At last, the announcer steps forward again.
"Ladies first!" she echoes into a microphone she held in her pale hand. With her other hand, she slips her thin fingers into one of the two glass bowls; she waits, annoyingly building the tension, before finally pulling a slip of paper from the bowl of glass. Kia and Tallulah were holding each other's hands with such firm grips, both were sure the circulation would stop.
"Tallulah Gray!" the voice echoes again, high in pitch. Instantly, Kia Black turned to her best friend, hugging her tightly, beginning to cry. Tally hugged her back, but she refused to cry.
"Don't make this harder, Kia," Tally whispered, pulling away and pushing gently past the clump of seventeen-year-olds. How terribly out of place she looked; a little dirt was on her cheek, and her clothes were scruffy in comparison to the floaty summer dresses most of the girls wore. Trying to keep her chin up, Tallulah walked towards the platform. She wouldn't cry; she would block out those emotions.
Standing on that stage, Tally instantly felt like crying as she looked out at the crowds of people. She was their Tribute now, and she had to accept it. Blinking firmly, she stood behind the announcer, and waited for her to slip her hand into the second glass bowl. One of those boys out there were about to face a similar doom to her own.

{Ohmygosh so literate ; ___ ; Anyway, when I post Ben's, it'll be shorter, don't worry xD}

[1D fan]

Tom Masato

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Basics
Username:HetaliaChina
Character Name:Tom Masato
District: six
Age:14
Gender:male
Family:mom, dad, brother, and sister
Friends:Doesn't have any friends
Allies in arena:has not been decided

In-Depth
Personality:He is a calm,quiet,smart,resourceful kid. He is unsure of his surviavabilty. He hates People who are confident that their going to win.
Appearance: He has blonde hair. He has brown eyes. He always wears a bandana on his head. He wears a white button up shirt. He wears jeans. He brought with him a gold pin of an airplane that he wears on his collar.
Backstory/History:He scarficed himself to save someone who he thought was his best friend, but then this "best friend" turned on him and told him that he put in his name so many times just so Tom will scarafice himself. Tom tried to turn it around but it was too late.
Flaws: He doesn't trust people easily anymore.
Strengths: He is the best at surviving in a forest.
Preferred weapons:.Throwing knives and light sword. But fairly good with bow and arrows.
Skills & talents: He can set up traps in seconds. He can Camouflage so well that his nickname was chameleon.
Likes:Oranges, Pineapples, and Meat
Dislikes:Tofu,Sushi, and Beans
Fears: He is afraid of heights.
Clothing style: Button up shirts are his favorites but he will wear anything else if he has to.
Strategy & tactics:He thinks he needs to find allies and sponsers. Then take foes out using there weaknesses against them.

Details
On a scale of one to ten, how fast on their feet is this character?: He is about a 8.
How self-confident this character is on a scale of one to ten:He is about a 7.
Likely or not likely to survive?: In between
Did this character have training beforehand?: Somewhat, he goes hunting to help his family.
What skills, if any, did this character develop while in the training centre and arena?: He develops how to identify poisounous plants. He also learns how to Track certain animals.

Other information
Questions?: Nope
Other: Nope

[Jadeghost]

Jason Hawthorne


Basics
Username: Jadeghost
Character Name: Jason Edward Hawthorne
District: Eleven
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Family: His mother is dead-he was raised by his father, Logan. He has a younger sister named Selena.
Friends: His best friends back at home are Luke, Elizabeth, Rebecca, and Andrew.
Allies in arena: Unknown; will decide later.

In-Depth
Personality:
Jason has always been on the quiet side, and doesn't make friends easily since others take his silence to be awkwardness, which actually isn't the case. He simply prefers to have a few close friends, whom he tells everything to.
He doesn't have a very close relationship with his dad at all. Since Jason's mother seriously weakened giving birth to him, and later died giving birth to Selena, Logan hardly speaks to his children and the only thing he provides them is a house to live in. Because of this, Jason has become extremely protective of Selena, and deeply resents his father.
He is extremely loyal to those he loves and trusts, and would die for the sake of his friends or sister in a heartbeat. In the arena, this may help Jason if he gets close to any of the other tributes.
Jason has lived in poverty all his life, and works all day in the fields, and this has made him very resourceful. He is very good at making due with what he has.
Appearance:
Jason's light blond hair and silver-blue eyes tend to make him stand out in the dark-haired crowds of District 11. Years of working hard labor in the fields have made him lean and muscular, and he is on the skinny side from never really having enough to eat. He tans easily, but never burns.
He has a few scars on his back from where his father used to beat him when he was younger, but Logan stopped this when Jason became old enough to fight back. Jason keeps this a secret, however, because he is afraid of what others would think if they knew the truth.
Backstory/History:
Jason's father hates him and Selena because their mother loved them more than she loved Logan. When she died giving birth to Selena, Logan completely turned his back on his children. Jason's father is secretly glad that his son was chosen in the reaping, and hopes that Jason never returns home.
Jason has lived in severe poverty at times. At one point in his life, he nearly starved to death because Selena was so weak that he was giving all the food he could find to her. His father never gave them any food, and left them to fend for themselves.
When Jason was about twelve, Logan gave him his worst beating he had ever received in his life just for coming home late. Jason fled his house, concealing a small knife under his tattered clothes. He ran all the way to a small patch of wooded area which has never been closed off to the public, and in his anger he hurled the knife into a tree, surprising himself when it actually hit. He found knife-throwing a good way to relieve his anger, and he has practiced ever since and become quite skilled. Now he never goes anywhere without a knife concealed somewhere.
Flaws:
Jason's loyalty to those he is close to can be quite dangerous to him. He would willingly die for Selena or for his friends in a heartbeat, without stopping to think of his own well-being. This could pose a problem in the arena if he becomes close friends with someone. He is also very squeamish about having to kill, and any hesitation may cost him his life.
Strengths:
Jason is an extremely skilled knife-thrower, and rarely ever misses, even on moving targets. He is also very street-smart and clever, having grown up almost entirely on his own.
Preferred weapons:
Knives, since they are the only ones he really knows how to use. If he has no weapons, he is also adept at hand-to-hand combat, since he has been in his share of fights before.
Skills & talents:
Jason's biggest skill is his knife-throwing, but he is also good at spotting any traps there may be in the arena. He is nearly impossible to sneak up on.
Likes:
When people are honest with him. Jason also makes fast friends with outcasts, other people he can relate to.
Dislikes:
Liars. Do not lie to him, or you will be very, very sorry. He also dislikes shallow people and those who judge others too easily.
Fears:
His biggest fear is not making it out alive. He has to win, so that Selena will not be left only with Logan.
Clothing style:
Since Jason grew up so poorly, his clothes have mostly always been tattered and dirty. He prefers simple things, and dislikes dressing up.
Strategy & tactics:
Make friends before the arena, and watch the others closely to know who his true friends are.

Details
On a scale of one to ten, how fast on their feet is this character?:
Jason is better at endurance running rather than speed. He is average, around a 7.
How self-confident this character is on a scale of one to ten:
Jason is no fool, and knows he isn't one of the favorites to win. However, he believes in himself and since he has been able to survive so far in his poor district, Jason knows he has a shot. Probably around a 6 or 7.
Likely or not likely to survive?:
It could go either way for Jason. It depends on whether or not he puts his faith in the right people.
Did this character have training beforehand?:
Not really, unless you count his own practice with his knives as training.
What skills, if any, did this character develop while in the training centre and arena?:
Jason knew he had to develop another strength rather than his knives, so he became adequate with a bow and arrow, although he is still a bit clumsy. He also spent a great deal of time studying the herbs and plants that will be in the arena, and become quite knowledgeable.

Other information
Questions?:
When our characters die, what are we supposed to do?
Other:
Not that I can think of now!

[O.G.]

(( Whoa..That was one literate post! xD ))

Taiven Baxter || District 4

The reaping. It was an occasion that called for dressing up. It was stupid. He had decided that when he was twelve, forced to dress up in a restricting suit and tie before standing in a group with other twelve year old boys. He had been dressing up since and that was what he was doing today, standing in front of a mirror, staring at himself in a tan suit that was lighter than his own golden brown skin, a very boring plaid tie falling from his neck. He looked stupid and it was making him sweat like he was actually nervous or something. He never worried much about the reaping, not for him and not for his brothers who were all old enough to be a part of the reaping. The chances of one of them were so remote he didn't see a need to worry, plus, he had a bit of training up his sleeve if he was picked. So did his brothers.

He glared at himself in the mirror, his emerald eyes glinting in humility at his appearance, his freshly washed, light blond hair combed back as if he was to attend a fancy ball. To think just that morning at dawn he had been enjoying a wonderful swim in the ocean. He wished he could return to it, to just be able to swim the rest of the day. It was his favorite activity above all other things he did. It beat training and school and also fishing, but he didn't really mind that job. At least he was out around the sea when doing that. He thought it was safe for him to say that he loved water and he really didn't know what he would do if he ever found himself away from it.

A knock at his bedroom door had him turned away from his reflection in the mirror. Before he could tell whoever it was to come in, the door was being opened and his father revealed himself, saying that they needed to leave. He could tell by the look on his face that his father was worried. He always was on the day of reaping. He thought his father must have actually worried about one of them being reaped for the Hunger Games. Year after year he had tried to assure his father it was going to be okay, but he never seemed to calm down his father. He probably wasn't the best at comforting people so, he decided not to say much to his father this year. He only gave him a small grin, showing him that he wasn't worried. "Great. I'll be glad when it's over so I can take this stupid suit off," he said resentful of the suit he was wearing, but he let out a huff of humor to keep the mood light. So much for not trying to help his father relax.

They took their time walking, he and his brothers enjoying themselves as they joked around. Not about the reaping, of course. It resulted in many affectionate punches to the shoulder either given to him or him giving one to one of his brothers. By the time they actually got to the district square, his shoulder was actually beginning to feel bruised. It was there that he and his brothers dispersed into their own age groups, him finding himself in the group of seventeen year old boys. He knew most of the kids he was standing with, but he didn't bother to say a word to them, knowing to be more respectful at a time like this. Eventually, a woman with a blue wig, the announcer, came out and called the female tribute. Tallulah Gray. He knew her. He had seen her around, but he had known almost ever tribute who had participated in the reaping if they were his age. He watched the brunette girl, completely dirty and unkempt, take a place on the stage. He couldn't tell if she was going to cry or not from his distance from her, but he was envious of her. Not because she had been chosen to be a tribute in the Hunger Games, but because she wasn't dressed up like he was.

His eyes shifted from her back to the announcer as she announced she was going to call out the male tribute. She painstakingly pulled out a slip of paper. "Taiven Baxter!" His name. He stood wide eyed, stunned for a small moment. His name was just called. Was this good or bad? He didn't know, but he made his way almost like a robot out of his age group of boys and mounted the stage, hardly able to think anything more than if it was good if he had been called or if it was bad. He took a place to Tally, he thought she was usually called, and he glanced at her before looking out at the audience, lucky, he thought, that his brothers weren't trying to volunteer for him.

Kaia Kahler || District 10

It was funny how love..or crushes worked. Since she was twelve years old all she had really worried about was herself when it came to the reaping. She supposed it was a selfish thing that everyone felt, fear only for themselves. Or maybe she was just a little selfish. But since Rumen had joined the team of cattle boys her parents hired to help take care of all of the cattle they owned, she had worried for him a little bit more than she had herself. She was fourteen the first time she was worried for him more than herself. She doubted he felt the same because he hardly gave her the time of day, and she really didn't give him a lot of attention either. She supposed that was a good thing in a sense. At least she knew the only people actually any bit worried for her were her parents.

Either way, she already had things planned out. She wasn't a clever girl, but one day an great idea struck her. To save Rumen's neck if his name was ever called, she bribed a poor boy who lived around with money to volunteer for Rumen. Needless to say her and her family were better off, but not filthy rich. She couldn't afford to bribe a person to volunteer for her if her name was called is she already paid a boy for Rumen. She'd rather him stay behind and continue helping her parents with the cattle than her. He was stronger and better around the ranch than she was and obviously more helpful than she was, not to say that she wasn't great at helping tend to the ranch.

She huffed and put the finishing touches in the intricate bun she was shaping her hair into. Her hair wasn't supposed to fall in two strands on either side of her face. It was supposed to all be pulled back, but she didn't have much more time to spend grooming herself. She always took too long to get ready for the reaping. She went the whole nine yards, even putting make-up on that she only wore for special occasions. She looked pretty, her nearly black hair pulled up into an intricate bun, her lips a glossy pink against her dark skin. Her dress was lovely, too. It was down to her ankles, a butter yellow with a skirt that flowed behind her nicely while spaghetti straps kept it on her. The only thing she wasn't content with was her straight, boyish figure that was almost more noticeable in the dress she was wearing. At this point, she was used to it so, she just scowled at herself and turned, exiting her room and finding her parents waiting for her, nothing but concern shown in their eyes. She frowned at them and soon they found themselves heading for the district square.

It wasn't long before they made it the the square and she said her goodbyes to her parents like she always did before finding her way to the section of girls she was to go to. All the time it took for her to get there was spent trying to find Rumen or the boy she bribed, but she spotted neither. By the time she got nestled in in the fourteen year old girl's group she found her palms were sweaty. She was just hoping the boy she bribed would hold up his end of the deal and volunteer for Rumen if his name was called. She wasn't sure how much time passed before the announcer finally came out, a woman with long hair that looked like a blonde dye job gone wrong, so vividly yellow it was blinding. She was plump, obviously well fed and too cheery. It almost made her want to sneer. Eventually the announcer pulled out a paper with someones name on it and, unless it was mis-marked, it would be a girl's name. She didn't swallow hard or anything at least until it was her name being called. "Kaia Kahler!" she heard her name called. She only clenched her jaw and found her way out of the crowd of fourteen year old girls. Was she afraid? Not exactly.

She mounted the stage quietly and took her place on the stage, staring out at the crowd with a hard stare. No one volunteered for her. That seemed obvious. She didn't care about that and only held her stare for a moment longer before she couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes began frantically searching for Rumen's in the crowd of people, unsure weather to hope he cared enough for her to be upset or to hardly remember her and look as though he didn't care if she lived or died. When she did find the red headed boy, her eyes only quickly glanced at his face that seemed indifferent, as though he didn't care that she was standing up on that stage. She didn't know what to make of it so, she just stared out at the crowd again, wondering who it was that would join her up on the stage.

(( My first posts always seem to be long. They'll most likely shorted as time goes on. ))

[Korra's Left Foot]

+|Miki Jacaranda|+
+| District 7 |+

"Ella, Aj, wake up!" A voice floated upstairs from the downstairs of one of many cluttered houses. "Breakfast is ready!" Miki was standing in front of their kitchen stove, poking at a few eggs in a frying pan. Other than the sizzle of the eggs, there was silence in the house. Her little brother and sister had been sleeping, but even as Miki woke them up with all her yelling, they remained in their warm beds. "I'm going to eat everything myself if you guys aren't down here in the next 30 seconds!" Miki yelled again. At the risk of their share of food, the twins did as they were told.

From the kitchen, Miki could hear the banging around as hurried feet tried to make it downstairs in time. "Sis, you wouldn't!" one of them called. The two stomped their way down the old staircase and entered frantically into the kitchen and dining area.

Miki turned around and smirked. "Nah, you guys need to eat. And besides, today is...important." Today is the day of the dreaded Reaping for the Games, and it will be the twins first year being entered. Miki thought that is she made it seem like no big deal, that her younger siblings wouldn't worry themselves. "Hurry up and eat, we all need to look nice for later."

While Ella and Aj took seats at the table, Miki brought the frying pan over in one hand and three stacked plates in the other. She set the dishes down and scooped eggs onto each one. "Will big brother and daddy be home for today?" Ella asked, referring to the Reaping. Their older brother and father had left early this morning to go to work in one of the many pine forests like they did every other day.

Miki seated herself before answering. "I don't think so," she told them, "You know they don't get home 'til late." Ella and Aj's faces turned down. "Eat," Miki urged them, starting to eat my portion of the food. The two began slowly at first, but upon tasting the eggs, they're spirits were perked.

After the three were done with breakfast and the dishes were put away, it was time for them to get ready for the Reaping. Miki had no problem getting dressed herself, but sighed when she saw what Ella and Aj had picked out for themselves. "Something nice," she told them, ruffling Aj's hair playfully. Miki picked out jeans and a golf shirt for Aj, and a cute sundress for Ella. It wasn't exactly the most proper attire, but they were some of the nicer things that were affordable.

Miki herself was dressed in one of her better outfits: A fitting, long sleeve milk chocolate polo shirt, bleached jeans, and her short hair pinned back. She utterly hated how the clothes felt on her body, like it was suffocating her. She had to endure it for just this little while and would change back into her baggy clothes the very second the Reaping was done and over with.

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Miki led the way to the town square, a twin walking on either side of her with their hands intertwined. "It'll be okay," she breathed, "You two have no chance of being picked." Miki on the other hand, had a higher chance. Sure it was still unlikely with all of the other possible entries, but she has her name in the bowl 4 times for her age, plus 5 more for all tesserae she applied for. That was a grand total of 9 times. If her name was picked...well, she has had time to mentally prepare herself for the possibility of her being chosen.

The three parted ways at the town square to enter their gender and age group pens. Miki tried to spot Aj or Ella from where she was, but it was very difficult with all of the other masses of teens. She eventually gave up her search when the mayor stepped forward and asked for everyone to quiet down. After his boringly long speech that everyone heard every single year, a woman stepped forward. She was no doubt from the Capitol; her brightly colored pick hair and odd facial tattoos just screamed Capitol.

She cleared her throat and tapped the microphone a few times. "I thank you all for attending today..." One introduction later: "...The honor of first chosen is to be a lovely lady!" The woman boomed happily. She swirled her hand through the female Reaping Ball and pulled out a small slip of paper. "The female Tribute for District Seven," she paused for dramatic effect. No sound escaped form any person, for fear that a familiar name would be said. "Is Miki Jacaranda!"

Miki's breath caught in her throat, and her heart just about stopped beating. Although she tried to accept the fact that she could have been chosen, it still hit her like a brick to the face. She took a deep breath, because lack of air made her start to feel light headed. She took small, stiff steps out of her roped in area, down the isle, and up onto the stage. Miki knew what she had to do now, and that was to show no emotions, and if not, weakness. Though, the sadness in her eyes was not an act, but a failed attempt to locate her brother and sister in the gatherings.

(( Chunky post is chunky. I'll get my guy posted within...some reasonable time o.o ))

[Wolvine]

OOC: Well, I have no idea how to start off Karas. At all. SO, here comes Ale, who I do know what to do with.

Alejandro "Ale" Kadal Lopez

"Alejandro Kadal Lopez. Today, is the day of the Reaping." This was routine. He did this every year, and had done so for the past five. Of all them, the worst, without doubt, was the one when he was eleven. This probably sounded odd to most, as they almost all held their first year eligible for the Hunger Games as the worst. But the year before the redhead had signed for his first tessera, had been awful. One of his childhood friends, an older boy he saw as his mentor and tutor, had been selected. He'd never seen Natto again, who at that point was only thirteen. He shook his head violently, trying to clear it of his depressing thoughts.

"Mami says that unless you get downstairs soon and she's going to set Kio and Pipa on you." A pair of blue eyes poked out of the door way, blinking once, twice, waiting for an answer. The threat was completely serious, though the dogs probably wouldn't do more than lick him to death. His mother would really have to rethink ways of getting him to do stuff. But today, he was feeling unusually cooperative. He waved his hand dismissively at Ali, giving her a smile. Behind that calm face, he knew she was worried. Not about herself, as she wasn't old enough to be eligible yet, but for him. It was rather sweet really. Not that he's ever tell her that, or that she'd admit it.

"Neh, neh. Tell her I'll be down for breakfast soon."
"It's already ten past twelve, Ale. Papi had to take the herd out this morning. You'll have to go take over." At this, he groaned, flopping back on his bed, face buried in his pillow. It smelled of home, of pine, lavender and grit, of sweat, both animal and human. It was comforting. But, alas, he had to stand up and face the horror that was the world. Standing up, he pulled a half-dirty article of clothing that was probably once a shirt over his head and left his room, following the smiling brunette, cursing his mother lightly under his breath for making him do things that involved exercise.

Shoving a bread roll into his mouth, he trotted out the door, Kio and Pipa at his heels. The two dogs were well-tempered beasts, usually easy and carefree, and so it alarmed him slightly that they seemed tense. Maybe it was the fact that the entire District was holding their breath, waiting for two o' clock. How they knew this, the Lopez had no idea, but it was disturbing. He sighed again, looking up at the sky, admiring the clouds, throwing the crusts of his bread at the hounds. His father came into view, a brown-haired man with an almost permanent grin, known for not only for once being one of the District's most successful farmers, but also for his intelligence and ability to avoid and dodge the Peacekeepers, who kept trying to catch him for setting traps.

"Have a nice sleep in?"
"Haha. You could have woken me up."
"Tried that. Slapped me in the face and told me that you were asleep."
"Hm. I don't remember that. I guess I'm an honest guy even in my sleep." Now it was his father's turn to give a sarcastic laugh, cuffing his son gently.
"Make sure the cows don't get lost, eaten, maimed or stolen. At one take them down to the stream for half an hour or so, then bring them back and get ready. That's all you have to do, so don't mess it up."
"No promises Papi."
"Oh and Ale?" A noncommittal grunt from Ale. "Who's Remi? You were talking about her in your sleep too." His face turned a colour to match his hair.



The reaping went a lot better than expected. You know, up until the point they called his name. Then it just went downhill.

He had dressed himself fairly OKish, his hair having been combed into submission by his mother's comb, wearing a shirt borrowed from his father and a pair of black trousers that only had a few dog hairs stuck on them. He had refused to remove his bead necklace, but had tucked it in, and stood twiddling his thumbs next to his pack of unusually silent friends. Every now and then, he'd crack a joke every now and then, imitating the sun-like announcer in an attempt to lighten the mood, but at the Reaping wore on, they became weaker and weaker, his friends laughing less, him less willing to speak.

When Kaia's name was called out he breathed out, his mouth twisting to one side, looking down slightly. He had never met her personally, but he had seen her around school and knew his family had bought some livestock off her's after most of their herd had been wiped out. He didn't know why he felt guilty. It wasn't his fault, at all. Yet something about the way she looked into the crowd, as if trying to find someone, then stare blankly at the sea of people made his heart wrench in pity. He didn't like that feeling at all, though he wasn't glad when it was replaced. He had been so busy gazing at the female tribute, he hadn't noticed Sunshine Woman move on, and was jerked into reality by his own name.

"Alejandro Kadal Lopez!" If he hadn't have been in so much shock, he would have cringed at not only her accent, but how badly she mispronounced his name. As it was, all he could do was stare at her blankly as the crowd parted, leaving him standing there like an idiot. He felt some of his friends put hands on his shoulders, muttering good luck, but it was all dulled. His usually sharp brain seemed to be taking it's time on this one.

Finally, he managed to take a step forward. He looked over his back to see everyone staring back. His eyes scanned the faces, pausing when he saw two bright blue orbs staring back at him. Ali... Your fears have come true... He looked back at her for a moment, seeing how her pretty normally rather pallid face was reddening, tears threatening to escape. His mouth twitched into a forced smile, then into a more relaxed one. No way was he going to act like a regular tribute. He was Ale! He'd make sure they all remembered him!

He looked away, then began to run at the stage, his face erupting into one of mixed emotions. Sadness, regret, fear, determination, a strange kind of excitement. He settled on one of a large grin, though his eyes betrayed his fear, though he wasn't trying to hide it. Look pretty for the cameras Lopez.

[Jenjo]

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| Benjamin Elliot Williams |
District Three | Reaping
Ben managed to drag himself out of bed at around eleven o'clock that morning. Usually, he would be up much earlier to go to school, but today was a different day: it was the day of the Reaping.
The Reaping was a day that both Ben and the rest of the citizens of Panem dreaded- apart from the Capitol folk, though, of course. They enjoyed the Hunger Games; they enjoyed watching death wrap its clutches on the souls of innocent children. How they found it entertaining to watch, Benjamin would never know.
Rina had prodded him awake. She was a sweet kid, Ben thought, as he got up. It was her first Reaping, and she was already dressed in her second-hand little white dress. It went to her knees, and though it was plain, it suited her. Rina's dark hair was left loose, with only her bangs pushed back with a silvery clip. She looked solemn, nothing like the little girl that Ben knew.
He was soon up, rummaging under his small bed for his Reaping clothes. He kept them in a large box beneath his bed. Each year, he dreaded opening that box. But he had to do it. As he slid it out from under his creaky bed, he flipped it open carefully. Inside was a dark grey suit with a white shirt and a dark tie. He didn't like it, but he simply had to wear it to make his mother and father calmer. So, a little hesitantly, he pulled the suit on, wrapping the tie around his neck as his mother, Anna, walked into his room wearing a pretty violet dress. She fixed his tie and smiled sadly at him, before pulling him into a tight hug.
"Mama," Rina piped up, "Time to go."
As they left their little house near the edge of District Three, Rina slipped her hand into Ben's. He could feel her shaking. They walked down the streets in their best clothes. At last, they reached the District's main square. After registering themselves, Rina and Benjamin hugged both their parents tightly, before disappearing into the crowds of other children.
Ben was penned in next to a group of thirteen-year-old boys. He knew some of them. He watched with sad eyes as his sister drifted away into the mass of people. He couldn't help but be nervous for her.
The announcer was a woman with very frizzy neon-yellow hair that made he look as if she'd been electrocuted. Which seemed fitting, in a sense, because being electrocuted wasn't an uncommon form of death in District Three. As the mayor gave his usual speech, the Neon woman stepped forward. In front of her were two glass bowls, each of which contained thousands of names. On a few of the male slips were his own name. On one was Rina's.
It seemed like forever when the Neon woman finally slipped her hand into the female bowl; she pulled out a slip, read the name out in a clear voice before allowing the female Tribute to take her place on the stage. It wasn't Rina; he was so relieved. He watched, biting his lip softly, as the Neon woman dipped her slender fingers into the male bowl.
"Benjamin Williams!" her voice echoed. All was silent as the realization seeped in. Ben snapped out of his confusion, before pushing gently past the other boys and joining the girl on stage.

| Tallulah Leila Gray |
District Four | Reaping
Tally couldn't help but feel awkward, standing on that stage. She crossed her legs, unsure of what to do. Annoyingly enough, the woman with the blue hair took her time choosing the male Tribute's name, too. When at last the slip of paper was taken from the second of the two glass bowls, the woman read out a name; Taiven Baxter.
She knew him. She'd seen him out fishing before, and swimming, too. But she had never really spoken to him; occasionally, a nod of respect out on the street, nothing more. She felt guilty - why, exactly, she wasn't sure, but she couldn't help feeling a little bad for him, like she had felt for all of the other Tributes every other year. Tally watched as he walked, almost robotically, out of the group of seventeen-year-old boys. He walked towards the stage, and stood next to her. She felt him glance at her, and her eyes flickered back to him. She gave a solemn little smile.
She'd seen him with his brothers, too. It was odd, she thought, that they hadn't volunteered for him. Wasn't that what families did? Protect each other? All the same, she didn't know; she had not siblings. Her eyes saw his brothers in the crowds of people, but she soon lost them amongst the mass. Tallulah didn't even notice the major step forward and say the Treaty, and only took notice when he gestured for the two Tributes to shake hands. Holding out her slightly-dirt hand to shake Taiven's, she managed a little grin, as if to reassure herself that it would be alright.

{Short posts, quite busy, sorry :C}

[O.G.]

(( xD. I know! I was thinking everyone would type in a short paragraph and that was it. This was a pleasant surprise! ))

Kaia Kahler || District 10

She didn't have to wonder long before the glowing announcer called out the name of..who? Whoever the woman had called she certainly didn't pronounce his name even close to right. She would have furrowed her eyebrows, but she was certain at least a few eyes were still on her and she didn't want to show any emotion at all for anyone. She shifted her eyes to look at the boy as he began to run for the stage, his face contorted into many emotions. She knew this boy. He was older than her and he seemed familiar. She had to think for a minute before it clicked with her. Alejandro Lopez. Her parents sold his family some cattle after his died or something. At the moment, all she could really think about him was that she hoped he didn't trip on the stage if he was going to continue running like that.

So, she at least knew she was pitted against the Latino boy who she and her family gave some cattle to once. That wasn't too bad, not that she wanted to kill anyone. He was bigger than her, stronger than her. Chances were he was going to be killing her. That was how she felt. One day she was helping him and his family survive and the next she was facing the possibility of killing him or being killed by him. Horrible. She supposed it was this way for everyone who found themselves to be the next tribute for their district in the Games.

She clenched her teeth tightly together and shifted her eyes away from the grinning boy, back to look out at the crowd. At least it wasn't Rumen who didn't seem to care a bit about the fact she was standing up on that stage, probably going to be dead in a week or so. His facial expression hurt her and was really the only thing threatening to make her shed a tear or two, which was stupid. They had never even talked to each other outside of needing to give direction on the ranch or something. She didn't need to cry over a boy who she had hardly spoken to. It defied logic if she thought about it and perhaps it was better that she died where she wouldn't live to see him take off with a better girl than her. They never had anything special like her crushed heart seemed to think. He's just one boy, Kaia, she thought, trying to forget about her feelings for the time being.

Shade Riverstone || District 10

There was never a worry about looking worse than anyone else during the reaping because almost everyone in the district was poor. No one was able to dress very nicely and he was no exception, which actually was a bit of a disappointment to the young boy. He rather enjoyed the thought of dressing up in something nice, whether it be a collared shirt or a full blown suit. It just sounded nice to look good for a change, to not wear something other than his tattered old clothes that were always being patched up. His boots too small and his coat too big, he wondered what it was like to have all of his clothes fit him. He used to know, but it had been so long ago that he had forgotten what it was like.

What he wore for the day of the dreaded reaping was a patched up old white shirt of his, stained with some dirt. He wore his better jeans beneath it, the ones that weren't so torn up and a richer blue in color. He wore his same boots that constricted his feet, his toes throbbing in pain as they were forced against the end of the shoes. He wore his father's old coat, pushing up the sleeves on his short arms, but he didn't mind that because the coat was stuffed with luxurious down feathers that could keep him warm in almost any cold temperature. His hair was washed and his face was clean like the rest of him, but he did nothing special to his hair. He only combed it out to make sure it wasn't tangled.

It was only his second year actually participating in the reaping as a possible tribute and he couldn't help but feel like he was about to throw up. Having signed up for tessare for the second year in a row didn't help either. He didn't bother to count how many times his name was entered for drawing because he knew he would only be made sicker by the thought. If he was chosen to be a tribute in the Games he was almost positive he would die and he was the only one in his family old enough to be eligible to be a tribute, the only one who could sign up for tessare in his family. If he died, his family would likely starve. Those two things were reason enough to feel sick about the Reaping.

He only bit down on his lower lip and headed out of his room. "Come on guys! We'll be late if we don't hurry!" he called to his siblings, most of who shared a room with another sibling. He shared a room with one of his brothers, but he had left the room earlier, ready before he was.

"Alright, alright!" his sister said, obviously annoyed with him. She was the only one, just two years younger than him, that seemed to almost hate him. Of course, she didn't because she acted like she hated everyone. She had been that way since their father died. Shade missed the old Lily, which was her name. The fun loving, sweet, carefree sister he thought he knew had disappeared long ago.

"No need to be snappy," he grumbled as she came from her room, followed by his youngest brother who was five. He figured soon he would have to move from Lily's room as she got older. He followed by the rest of his siblings went out into the kitchen where their mother was. Since today was a big day in a sense, there was a bit of food at the table waiting for them with their mother. He argued with his mother a lot. They didn't hate each other, but they clashed when it came to food. He wanted her and his siblings to eat everything and he would always say he would eat next time. Half of the time he won the arguments, but the other half of the time his mother forced him to eat.

Today he didn't feel like eating, his stomach upset with his anxiety. However, he didn't feel like arguing over the matter of food and took a small piece of bread that was at the table. Nothing was said between anyone in the kitchen and they all silently headed outside, nibbling on their bread as they made their way to the district square. All too soon they found themselves there and he parted with his family, sicker than ever as he stood at the edge of the group of thirteen year old boys. A boring speech was made by the mayor before the announcer came out, a man. He had very dark skin, almost black and his hair was kinky, forming a ball around his head. It was dyed of all the colors and icy blue, not complimenting the man in any way. The man was sickeningly cheery as he always was, taking about how great it was to see how many possible tributes were there. He only clenched his fists, worried for himself and every other person in the sectioned off groups of children.

The man was pleasantly quick to choose a slip of paper and announce the female tribute's name on the piece of paper. A girl walked up to the stage and before he knew it, his own name was echoing throughout the quiet square in the man's Capitol accent. "Shade Riverstone!" A horrible croak escaped from his throat and already he could feel tears threatening to fall, his cheeks burning red. He kept his fists clenched and jogged quickly for the stage, eyes downcast. He stumbled slightly as he made his way onto the stage and he quickly took his place, already a tear slipping down his cheek. Embarrassed and mortified, he didn't look up, hoping no one saw the tear as it fell from his hallow cheek.

Taiven Baxter || District 4

Eventually, he felt the emotion of uncertainty settle upon his face, but no tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Some relief filled him, feeling secure in the fact his brothers were too much of wimps to volunteer for him. In fact, that was exactly what he would tell them, that they were wimps for not volunteering for him. Of course, it would be a tease because he wanted them to stay safe enough at home. They probably wouldn't laugh, not now. In fact, his oldest brother, too old to be reaped according to the rules, might only hug him and actually sob. He was way too sensitive and if that was what he was going to do before he left for the Capitol, he was going to have to keep strong.

He wasn't sure at this point what his chances were of survival in the Hunger Games. He had trained a bit, but now he wished he had trained more. He should have gotten over the fact that his mother had died and he was to be raised by his aunt much sooner. Then he might know how to chop up a person into fifteen different pieces with a sword. Instead he knew how to throw tridents, spears and knives. Really, he had learned little in hand to hand combat. He supposed roughhousing with his brothers might end up paying off. He guessed his chances of living were decent. He wanted to live. He wanted to return home, to be able to resume his life of fishing and swimming in the ocean. He supposed finishing his last year of school wouldn't be a bad idea either. He didn't want to leave his family, but he was almost positive they would be fine without him. There would still be two sons for his father to have.

Through these thoughts, Taiven missed the Treaty being read. Oh well. It was the same thing every year. he had heard it before. He almost missed it when it was motioned that he and Tally were to shake hands. In fact, he stood looking straight ahead, looking like an idiot for a moment. "Oh," he said quietly, though startled as he realized what he was supposed to do. His cheeks burned pink slightly in embarrassment as he turned to Tally who already had a dirty hand extended to him. He didn't mind the dirt. In fact, he wished some of it might get stuck to him where he might not feel so sickeningly clean. He grasped her hand firmly and gave it a hearty shake, perhaps the closest thing to a proper greeting they would ever have between each other. He wasn't sure why she was grinning, but he offered a smile back to her before he released her hand and turned back to the crowd.