.:|The 73rd Hunger Games|semi lit|games have started|:.

[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; Male.
ＡＧＥ ;; Eighteen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; Determined; Curious.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;; District 1.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; The Careers.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; N/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; N/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; N/a.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; N/a.

zαydeɴ тoвιαѕ jαyтнorɴe


Zayden was so focused on dicing up the dummies he hardly noticed the girl take his shot, and slice off the target's head just seconds before he motioned to do so. His sword flew through the air. Or what used to be the home of the dummy's head. His arm muscles flexed as he pushed against gravity to stop his blade from hitting the floor. Zayden turned his head to look at the girl who was by now giving her sword skills to a different target. The boy raised an inquiring eyebrow. He recognized her as the girl from district two. What was her name? Sharon? Shelly? Shay? Yeah Shay. She had pretty ok skills with a blade, not to mention guts to mess with him. He loosened his grip on the sword's handle just enough to twist it in his hand in his classic showboat way. "Alright princess, you have my attention." Curiosity swirled in his chocolate brown eyes that were moving up and down the girl's body, taking a pleasurably slower time as he got to her chest.

{ Lol, yeah, I guess so. I think I like it better how it is though. ^^" }

[bonjour.]

-Joshua Conners.
-Training Center.
-Tagged;; no one.
-Eighteen
-Unharmed.
-District Eleven.

After ten knives thrown, all of them had struck the dummy, but in areas that would impale, but not kill. Unlike his work with a spear, which would kill in an instant, a knife could seriously slow down a person. So before his frustration rose and he threw a knife at someone else besides a dummy, maybe he should leave the weapons for a while. Turning on his heel, he noticed the other tribute haul Fawn up roughly, his fingers curling instantly, about to step in, until the older girl walked off. Exhaling slowly, Josh slipped through the other tributes to the survival station to try his knack at fire starting. The instructor there was more than willing to help him, but after a moment of watching what she did, the eighteen year old refused the help, going to do it himself. It took him more tries than it should, before a fire crackled in the wood.

[Dande-lee]

Name: fawn
age: 13
mood: stunned
injuries: none
items: none
allies:none
district:11

*fawn*

I watch Cinder go, stunned and choking on the fear that was swelling in my throat. beside myself, I try to act casual and walk away, but the fear in my eyes gave it all away, trying to contain the shaking in my legs as I walk over to a section that teaches about plants. I give a glance back to Cinder, still in fear but quickly turn back to the plants. picking up a book I turn through the pages that teaches about berries. While I may be young most of this was not new, naturally working in district 11 I knew all about plants and herbs and which were poisonous. I flip to a page with the nightlock berries, after watching a classmate in my school eat these I knew all too well the effect they gave and probably would never forget it.

[leiah2]

''I know you think im a career but i'm not, and i know this might be awkward but i wondered if there would be any chance you would team with me?'' Jeremy asked fastly, he had never been the career type, even though all his friends have gone that road he had depised it, he did not see it as a joy to risk your life for something stupid as this. But now he had been chosen so why not try to win.

[Dark.]

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole titled his head up, looking at Jeremy. He was what, sixteen? Cole almost laughed at his offer; it just seemed odd to come straight out with an alliance proposition. Then again, how many times had Cole actually been in a situation like this? He smiled standing up, ready to leave the snares, "You've got yourself a deal." Cole hesitated, he wasn't about to divulge all his tactics or his skills, however a truce may be just what he needed, "You don't kill me, and I won't kill you." he smiled. Two, it wasn't much of a team; but it was a start.

[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; Female
ＡＧＥ ;; Seventeen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; Anxious; Vexed.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;;District 7.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; N/a.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; N/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; N/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; N/a.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; N/a.

cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ


As Cinder walked away, her eyes couldn't help but glance back to see is the Peacemakers were still coming for her. She let out a relieved breath. The men in white had fallen back and returned to their spots along the walls. But she wasn't one hundred percent alright. She knew that though the men's black-fronted helmets they were still watching her. The hot, tingling feeling she recognized as fear that continued to seize her body angered her. She hadn't done anything wrong. So why did she fell all scared as if she did? Well, perhaps she could have handled that situation better than she did. She could have been nicer. But she did try to be nice, didn't she? And the other girl chose to lie and be a brat about it. But she was still older, so its automatically her fault...
Cindara sighed brought a hand to her forehead. She just couldn't win, could she? Nontheless, she had to get over it. She straightened her shoulders and let all the sounds, smells, and sights greeted her bleakly. Her forest green eyes darted around the room as she studied who and what was where. She sighed again. No one ever said she had to make allies now. With that thought, she strode forward with a bit more confidence. She gazed around at all the stations, now simply ignoring the other Tributes. Camouflage, spears, plant, knives... She took note of each station, mapping out in her head which ones she would go to when. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat when she saw axes of all sizes hanging on one section of a wall. Yes. She tried her best to hide her excitement and longing as she walked briskly toward the familiar weapons.

[leiah2]

''Deal'' Jeremy said reliefed and sighed in his mind, it was a suggestion from his mentor to get allies quickly and now he had gotten atleast one. ''Im just gonna go train up my archery'' He said and went back to the archery course where he shot away multiple arrows quickly, although one or two hit the shoulder or stummic most hit in the chest.

[Dark.]

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole allowed himself a small smile before he masked his face with a cold gaze again. Now the knife throwing station was relatively unoccupied, he made his way over, picking up a few of the knives. Throwing knives had never been a strong point of his, he couldn't pretend he was good, nor did he have to pretend he was bad. Cole held the first one up to his eye level, aimed and fired. The knife did not even hit the dummy. It would have been nice if it even came close. However it darted past the dummy, at least a foot away from anything remotely vital; landing with a clatter and skidding across the floor until it came to a disgruntled halt. Cole watched, showing no signs of shock or disappointment. That was exactly what he had expected. Aim. Usually not a good thing in his case.

[Dande-lee]

Name: fawn
age: 13
mood: unsure
injuries: none
items: none
allies:none
district:11

*fawn*

After quickly scanning through the book I close it and look around for something else to do. All weapon training was out of the question there was no way I was going to embarrass my self again after my first mess up with the throwing knifes. Quickly I notice two tributes forming an alliance, already? I think to myself shocked. until now I hadn't even thought about alliances, maybe I should start figuring out what I was to do. After all there was no way I would win this alone, even if I had the chance of winning. what about the boy from my district? I think quickly giving a glance over to him josh, right? he seems fairly strong and given the fact we're both from district 11... then maybe.

[lucee]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; Male.
ＡＧＥ ;; Eighteen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; Determined; Curious.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;; District 1.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; The Careers.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; N/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; N/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; N/a.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; N/a.

zαydeɴ тoвιαѕ jαyтнorɴe


Zayden was so focused on dicing up the dummies he hardly noticed the girl take his shot, and slice off the target's head just seconds before he motioned to do so. His sword flew through the air. Or what used to be the home of the dummy's head. His arm muscles flexed as he pushed against gravity to stop his blade from hitting the floor. Zayden turned his head to look at the girl who was by now giving her sword skills to a different target. The boy raised an inquiring eyebrow. He recognized her as the girl from district two. What was her name? Sharon? Shelly? Shay? Yeah Shay. She had pretty ok skills with a blade, not to mention guts to mess with him. He loosened his grip on the sword's handle just enough to twist it in his hand in his classic showboat way. "Alright princess, you have my attention." Curiosity swirled in his chocolate brown eyes that were moving up and down the girl's body, taking a pleasurably slower time as he got to her chest.

{ Lol, yeah, I guess so. I think I like it better how it is though. ^^" }

s h a y f r e n c h . t w o . s e v e n t e e n

Shay took a considerable amount of time to finish disembodying her training dummy completely, making sure that each body part was thoroughly spread out across the station for the gamemakers to see. Also, hopefully, the tributes. She was fairly sure there would be more than one of them picturing their own body parts spread out across the ground in a few days time. Ah, the joy of being a sadistic psycopathic teenager with a weapon and twelve hot guys for company. The career slowly turned to face Zayden, one hand slung low on her hip and the other twirling the sword through her fingertips, and pursed her lips as she scanned him close up. She had to admit, the training outfits that they had to wear were pretty revealing. Tight-fitting lycra suit stretched over a very prominent six-pack ... how could she possibly resist? Tilting her head a little to the side, Shay adopted her innocent schoolgirl look. Silver-blue eyes wide and honest, she met his gaze levelly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A knife clattered to the floor a few metres away from her and she looked over at the boy from twelve, eyebrow arched. " 'No killing other tributes. Plenty of time for that in the arena.' " She called, quoting their earlier instructor.