ｗｈａｔ • ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ • ｗｉｌｌ • ｂｒｉｎｇ | ｈｕｎｇｅｒ ｇａｍｅｓ ｒｐ

[west ,]

{{ ｋｒｙｓｔａｌ ｓｉｌｖｅｒｓ

{ ♀ | Eighteen | District 2 ; Masonry | Token ; Silver Ring | Training Score ; 10 }

ｐｒｏｆｉｌｅ ;
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ●→ Bow and arrow station.
ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ●→ Kenn, Tallulah, Raina and Felix.
ｍｏｏｄ ●→ Bored.
ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ ●→ Bow and arrow shooting.

Krystal rubbed her cold hands together. The tribute training uniforms were thin and the room wasn't that warm. The district two girl picked up the bow and arrow again, then nocked an arrow and pulled back the string. She let go. The silver arrow cut through the air, glinting in the artificial light of the training room and hit the target's chest, only about a centimeter from the center of the target, making her look much better than she actually was.

‒ x ‒

''I'm going to the knife throwing station...'' Krystal told the small group of other tributes she was talking to. She took a few steps ahead then stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder which made her plait fly out behind her and rest over her shoulder. ''Any of you want to come?'' she asked, thinking that the others may want to come along and train in the knife throwing station too. There was already another boy there { Felix }. He was very tall and muscular, 'Probably district four...' Krystal thought, watching the boy throw the knive he was holding at one of the dummies. It lodged itself in the center of the dummy's stomach. ''Nice one...'' Krystal nodded and grinned. Without waiting for the others, she strode off towards the boy. ''Good throw.'' Krystal nodded at the dummy as she approached the boy.

ｇａｍｅｓ ;
ａｌｌｉｅｓ ●→ N/A
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ●→ N/A
ｗｏｕｎｄｓ ●→ N/A
ｈｅａｌｔｈ ●→ 100 %

ｔａｇｇｅｄ ●→ ｋｅｎｎ ; ｔａｌｌｕｌａｈ ; ｒａｉｎａ ; ｆｅｌｉｘ.

{{ ｆｅｌｉｘ ｇｒａｉｎｇｅｒ

{ ♂ | Sixteen | District 4 ; Fishing | Token ; Fish Necklace | Training Score ; 8 }

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ●→ Knife Throwing station.
ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ●→ Krystal.
ｍｏｏｄ ●→ Focused.
ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ ●→ Knife Throwing.
ａｌｌｉｅｓ ●→ N/A
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ●→ N/A
ｗｏｕｎｄｓ ●→ N/A

Felix stood on the balls of his feet, the throwing knife's blade between his fingertips. He stared at exactly where he wanted the knife to land, in the dummy's stomach. The district four boy pulled his arm back, then darted his arm forward, letting the knife slip between his fingers and fly directly towards his target. It lodged itself in the dummy's stomach. 'Perfect.' Felix felt a grin spread across his face, then was startled by someone who had approached him from behind.

‒ x ‒

Felix spun around, ''Who, me?'' he turned to see the district two female at his side. ''Um, thanks.'' he nodded and picked up two more knives that were at a small pile by his feet and threw them at his target. Both cut through the air and landed in around the same spot Felix had wanted them too, then realised he was being quite rude. ''Sorry.'' Felix mentioned quietly, holding out his huge, chocolate coloured hand. ''I'm Felix. Felix Grainger, District Four.'' the boy introduced himself.

ｔａｇｇｅｄ ●→ ｋｒｙｓｔａｌ.

[Jenjo]

Tallulah Waters of District Four
Tally watched Krystal shoot; she was brilliant too. That was the downside to being in the careers, Tally thought, they could kill you in the blink of an eye if you turned on them. Her fingers were itching to go try out those fancy knives and spears, and when Krystal walked off, she followed her. A sort of excuse to go test them out. The male counterpart of her own district was there, throwing knives beautifully. She smiled, running her fingers over the vast array of throwing knives. Which one to choose, she thought, picking up a few to test the handle grip. She found a rather long bladed one with a firm brown grip. They were all so different from the ones at home, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to throw or aim properly. "Agreed," Tallulah added to what Krystal had said to Felix. It had been a good throw.

Picking up the chosen knife and tossing it about in her hand to see what the balance was like, Tallulah smiled, if only slightly. As she caught the knife, she spun and threw it, right into the exact spot where the heart would be if the dummy had been a real person. Good, she thought, taking several different knives to get used to them. Effortlessly, she tossed them. Within about ten seconds, she had thrown seven knives, all centered at the dummy's 'heart'.

Tagged; Krystal, Kenn, Raina, Felix.

[west ,]

{{ jｅｎｎａ ｔｈｅｏｂａｌｄ

{ ♀ | Sixteen | District 12 ; Coal Mining | Token ; Blue Headband | Training Score ; 8 }

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ●→ Fire Starting station.
ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ●→ No-one.
ｍｏｏｄ ●→ Frustrated.
ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ ●→ Starting a fire.
ａｌｌｉｅｓ ●→ N/A
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ●→ N/A
ｗｏｕｎｄｓ ●→ N/A

Jenna crouched over a pile of dry grass and small scraps of wood she had found around the fire starting station. She had a flint that she was trying to use to start the fire. Tiny sparks errupted from the flint onto the dry grass, but quickly fizzled into nothing but ash. Jenna sighed heavily and continued to start the fire. She wasn't successful. Jenna scraped at the rock some more, making more sparks but no fire. Eventually, one of the larger embers dropped onto the grass and began to smoke. Jenna couldn't help but smile. She began to nurse the flames, that quickly grew into a healthy fire. The district twelve girl leaned back and watched her fire for a bit before putting it out with a small bucket of water provided for her.

‒ x ‒

Jenna looked up at the weapon stations. Most of the tributes were already over there, shooting arrows, throwing knives, swining swords. She had vowed to stay away from the bow and arrow station until her private training time with the gamemakers. Jenna looked at the other tributes. They looked terrifying, they could kill her with one swipe. She didn't feel as scared as she did a few days ago when she was chosen at the reaping, but could tell you could still see the fear in her eyes. It was The Hunger Games. There was a tiny chance she'd survive, that she'd come home to her brother, sisters and mother. Jenna ran a hand through her hair, then got back to creating another fire.

ｔａｇｇｅｄ ●→ ｎｏ-ｏｎｅ.

[rukavis]

~Kenn Mochizuki~

When Krystal left for the knife throwing station, Tallulah followed, so Kenn pulled one last arrow from the quiver and shot it at the dummy's neck. It hit the dead center. Of course, Kenn wouldn't look so good over at the knife-throwing station, but at least he worked better with those than spears. Kenn shuddered at the thought of surviving off of spears in the games.
Over at the knife throwing station, Krystal and some Distric 4 boy were talking. Feline, was it? Kenn couldn't remember, but it was something along the lines of Feline or Felik. He decided to nick-name the boy "Lynx", for some logic only he could see. Going through Kenn's head were thoughts a bit like Feline... Cat... Felik... Lynx!

Kenn Mochizuki, District 2 ~ Talking
with Tallulah, Raina, Felix, and Krystal
at the knife-throwing station.
Ari Kobayashi, District 6 ~ Talking
with Ashley at the weight-lifting station
Nathan Fugaro, District 11 ~ At the
camouflage station
Sara Slakter, District 8 ~ Is she
accepted? >.<

Kenn grabbed a large knife, holding it delicately between his thumb and index finger on the sharp end. He had never thrown a knife like this, but he figured it was how most people did it. It looked cool when they threw it, anyway, the knife spinning perfectly in the air as though it had a mind of it's own. Kenn lifted the knife shakily, then threw it at the bag of sand that passed as a dummy.
The handle of the knife hit the left "ribcage" and bounced off.
Kenn cursed and trotted over to the other three.
"You guys didn't see that, did you? I'll be very embarrassed if either Lynx or Talluah or Raina lets that out," Kenn said, quickly realizing that he hadn't mentioned Krystal, so Kenn quickly added, a bit too quickly, "Or Krystal. I'll be embarrassed if Krystal talks about that, too."

[Jalista]

I'm going to be gone 'till Friday. Sorry!

[west ,]

ｂｕｍｐ ●→

[{Bubbles}]

~May I reserve both the male & female tribute's from 10?~

[west ,]

~May I reserve both the male & female tribute's from 10?~

{{ Yeah sure :] if you want, you can make another two characters that can die at Cornucopia. I just want to fill up as many spaces as possible. The characters that die at Cornucopia don't need very detailed forms and you don't really have to RP them much, but it's up to you :]

edit ;
Sorry, ten female has already been taken, but I've reserved you ten male.

edit 2 ;
Here are all of the character slots that are still available;
| D1 male | D3 female | D5 female | D5 male | D6 male | D7 male | D8 female | D8 male | D9 female | D9 male | D12 male |

[diamonds;;]

♋ { ℋ o l l i e - ℭ e l a n d i a - ℳ c k e n z i } ♋

"Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?"

{ ℋ o l l i e }

{ ℭ e l a n d i a }

{ ℳ i k e l s o n }

"For once you have tasted
flight you will walk the earth
with your eyes turned skywards,
for there you have been and
there you will long to return."

- The day of the first reaping. Bright blue eyes against the night glowed brilliantly in the silver light cast down by the moon’s facade emissions. This was the only day in the year that was not intended to hunt upon, but the twelve year old still decided to forage in the meadow. This was an easy way to get food. She got up out of her bed and changed quickly into waterproof and warm clothes, accented by a small brown bag that was flung over her shoulder. She hurriedly jogged to the meadow, picking small herbs and routes that grew freely. By the position the sun was in, it was between ten and one o’clock. Once her bag was full she sat there, idle, in the sun. She sang songs which put the Mockingjays in silence, and in the break between different songs, these mutant birds would copy the song. She lay there in the grasses looking into the sky and singing. “Hollie! Hollie! It’s almost time! Hurry, mother says we need to go in thirty minutes. Hollie was torn from her dreamland paradise and ran across the path with her younger sister. She ran in, abandoning the bag on the kitchen table and running upstairs and into her room. She rapidly got into the bath and cleansed herself with soap then dried off and changed into an elegant blue dress. Her mother was there to braid her hair and to usher their way to the town centre. Many people gathered together in long rows depending on their age group. Everyone stood in an eerie silence as a video was played about Panem’s history {not too distant history} founded the Hunger Games. Then there was a silence as Cherui Manweld, district seven’s escort, bellowed the words “Ladies first” with a fake smile on his face. His hand dived into the bowl and pulled out a sheet out paper. Hollie Mckenzi. She felt someone’s arm grip her as she was pushed onto the stage by peacekeepers. Screams shattered the silence as three girls screamed and cried and the fourth boy cried. The mother’s face was pale, a deathly pale. She could not remember anything else until she woke up, twelve hours later. - 12 hours after the reaping. Paradise was the scenery around the girl. She lay motionless, not ever a flicker in this slumber. The grains seemingly dance in the fresh breeze that cooled the sun’s torrid emission, and only blew the teen’s thick hair. All was serene and tranquil, silent apart from the gentle wind ruffling the trees enclosing the flowery clearing. Her sleep was not once disturbed. A purple wild flower was blown by the wind and was caught under Hollie’s well tanned hand. But, suddenly, she awoke, but not pleasantly. Blurry eyes from a thick coating of slumber clouded her vision, and a spell of a slight dizziness brought a wave of sickness into her mind. Hollie tried blinking, but only found darkness, her eyes must have been buried in her covers. Holl pushed them away violently, almost falling from her bed, then realised that she had the same, recurrent dream that she has had numerous times. It delusion, once again in her sleep, she had had the same dream four times in a row, all of Paradise and lying in a grain field and her arm catching a purple wild flower, but what does this denote? Blossom asked herself this matter repeatedly and frequently, but the query was always anonymous. She hauled herself from her lethargy and drowse and she almost heaved herself from bed, falling onto the floor, but almost silently, as she was so light in weight. She was early enough to miss the foremost trouncing of the day, as it was only 6.17 a.m. She pulled on a grey dress with a thin, braided cloth belt around her waist-line, tied tight because of how thin she is. It was short, way before her knees, so she put on cycle shorts underneath in-case she needed to run and while she was climbing. A very pale brown and short jacket was added to accent the look, and then her military boots were added next, so she was able to run, but she would of most likely to of worn hunting boots with a waterproof yet scruffy outfit that if she was going into the forest for the day. The child put a squirrel into the pocket of her bag, and made a quick and decidedly hushed whistle, that resembled the sound of a juvenile chaffinch. Two old dogs hastily ran in with muffled steps because of the deer skin rugs, and sat obediently at her feet. Moving rapidly and silently, Skye crept her way over to the window, which she released, and the dogs came over and sat by her feet as well. The child whistled a second yet more sombre whistle and the dogs galloped down stairs and outside of the large flap in the front door. Opening her small window, she spotted her companions directly below the window, and she smiled doubtfully, trying to forget what day it was. A painful expression fouled her face, she tried to veil it, but, there was nothing left in her to conceal it. A sigh stole her air from her lungs, and then inhaled deeply, trying to recover. It was doomed to failure. Every effort, shattered. She was torn, mentally, though the place she was going was almost sure death, in fact, it was a competition, twenty four tributes fight to the death in a arena. She did not want to be taken away from her normal life. She wanted to be customary, average, but being of this status was not up to life’s standards, so every attempt against word against this trip was futile. She stepped onto her window ledge silently and a tree branch offered aid for a few moments until she stabled herself, then she shuffled her way to a larger, stronger branch and began to climb onto it. Unhurriedly, was the pace she ascended this branch. As she neared the trunk, her pace began to accelerate. She slipped down the trunk with ease, and it was stifled by the soft blades of shortly cropped grass. ‘’Come’’, she whispered delicately, and her companions trotted over. As they reached her feet, she ran down the greatly trodden pathway, the dogs only a foot behind her, their pace never faltering. However, it quickened as her ambience began to seem more rural. She crossed the deserted road rapidly, and ran into the forest through the gaps in the wrecked fence, her two dogs following dutifully. A serene and hushed noise of water flowing gently calmed her irate expression, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction in the relief that she is now out of the way of her scarcely fulfilled life. ‘’He should be here soon’’ She whispered benevolently to her dogs, gesturing for them to follow her. It took her only a few more moments to reach the sacrosanct meeting place, the waterfall. To be defined, in the wake of the waterfall in the bright cave where glittering jewels of water decorate the walls and puddles that form streams beneath your feet. It is the perfect picture of what one with an imaginative mind can call ‘Paradise’. He was already there, sitting conveniently, silently. There was a counterfeit smile on his face, and whispered only a minority words, until Hollie could no longer resist it. She ran, absent, mouthing unvoiced, soundless words of remorse, but she went to the bakers, dropping off the squirrel, in revisit for the bread, which was left on the step of the Adam and Luke’s door, the name of one of the boys {Adam} who she had met only a few minutes ago. A undersized gift in return for looking after both her and her family. – Later on. They were impending soon, the peacekeepers. They gave her to the next day, just over seven hours, to say goodbye to her ambience, her aged shepherding dogs, her hens, the cat, and the two fully grown goats, and to breath what could be her final breath of freedom in district twelve. All until they came for her, and took her to the justice building, where the true good bye's were to be alleged.

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

{ ℬ l o s s o m }

{ ℋ o l l }

{ $ k y e }

"Trees are the earth's endless
effort to speak to the listening heaven."
"Here is the test to find whether your
mission on Earth is finished: if you're
alive, it isn't."

- The final goodbyes. They arrived, solitary. The baker appeared, with some cookies as a good luck token. “Thank you, Uncle. You have been like a father to me ever since... the unpleasant incident” Hollie whispered, her voice growing solemn near the word which was the conclusion. “And you have been like a daughter. Now then, you show them, selfless girl. You gave your family so much in return for the torture. District twelve has a great tribute. You can win, just don’t get caught, and die fighting, not by the Capitol. You got that? Show them who is boss. Now, now. Give me a smile, won’t ya’ hun? There we go. Train hard, and the Capitol, they don’t own you. Be prepared” With this statement, he handed over a beautiful bracelet, with a golden Mockingjay locket, which she then opened. Inside were tiny pictures of her family, including her father. “Everyone contributed. They gave in their pictures of your family. The whole district is behind you.” He winked, and a tear stained Hollie’s pale face, which started additional. She instantly realised who this bracelet belonged to. Aunt Tegan, uncle’s wife. He turned around when the peacekeepers dragged him away, and gave a brief wave and a wink. Why did life have to be so cruel? The next persons to arrive where several traders from Hob, who claimed to be relatives. “Good luck, sweetheart! You show em’! You have a great start, you know how to hunt! Put up a fight, won’t ya’ darlin’, you prove you deserve credit! We knew about the token ol’ Wills gave ya’, so we contributed with pictures of ya’ family. Take a look when you have time, won’t ya’ love? We are in there to. Bye now! We’ll be watchin’ ya! Everyone will!” These words were concluded with the farewell sign, three fingers pressed against their lips and then held towards the sky. Hollie returned this, as well was a wordless thank you, including several tears along the way. Adam and Luke came next, facade smiles to veil their sadness. If only that could be so easy for Hollie, she would of attempted that when Uncle came by. “There are pictures of us, too. We will look after the family, don’t worry. They won’t starve.” Adam said. “We will help your mother too. All of us will be watching.” Luke added. “Thank you” She cried, and flung her arms around them both, staining their clothes with tears. “I left you some bread. Did you get it?” Hollie questioned, eyes red from tears. “Yes, we got it” They said in unison. “That other Luke won’t stand a chance, neither will the other contestants. You get a good training score to, I recommend a seven, high enough to get you sponsors and enough for others to underestimate you. Have that as your advantage” Adam said, winking. Several peacekeepers came in once again, thieving them away from her arms that were now torn from the two brother’s affection. The next people were positively the last. They consisted of her mother, her four siblings. She cradled all of them in her arms, whispered words, then sobbed in unison. They sat there together, silently, together. They were ripped apart from each other by men in white robes. They thrashed in vain but the struggle was futile. A poor family torn from a daughter, a sibling, their kin. Hollie was innocent, what had this unfortunate girl had done to deserve this fate? Nothing, plain nothing. This was because of her parents and grandparents war against the Capitol. This Games was created because of people’s absolute hate for each other, their desires to kill one another. The cost of this is twenty three children dying in an annual massacre. All of these children are innocent. She was dragged away, dumped in a train, and then left. Not so gentle to a twelve year old, the youngest tribute.

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

{ ℭ a r i n g }

{ ℋ u m b l e }

{ $ w e e t }

''Just as treasures are
uncovered from the earth,
so virtue appears from good deeds,
and wisdom appears from a pure and
peaceful mind. To walk safely through
the maze of human life,
one needs the light of wisdom and the
guidance of virtue''

- The train. She lay there almost mutely, wordless, motionless, but that stillness haunted her. These moments possibly will be solitary one of her final, so she not provoke to wish these instants absent. She sought after to commit to memory as many days as possible; she required to memorize them at this instant. She wanted these few moments to be protracted as long as her memories may possibly last, as long as her life. It all took place when she was born, a diminutive ‘hospital’ set up by several merchant healers and a mid-wife. The spectacle from the window was fine-looking, simply beautiful, enough to set a foreigner in awe, wonder and admiration. It was captivating, pink blossoms blowing in the tender and placid, inspirational and revitalizing breeze. The infant was a daughter, beautiful, with light beach blonde tresses, thick light tresses, and a grin so radiant and beautiful to counterpart “Pure as a raindrop” is the quotation countless individuals illustrate her as. The primary year was rapid, simple, and agreeable, filled with baby speech and restless, disturbed nights, but what’s to anticipate with a girl aged less than twelve months? The rest was hushed, she infrequently cried unless there was a storm. Hollie engaged in recreation for hours in the meadow, adjacent to the small cottage, the hours went by like seconds. The entire of her life was normal until the age of four, a second girl, Isabella Aloe Mikelson. Hollie didn’t like being conscious of all the night, and the be deficient in of attention, but she was used to it as two more girls came along when she was six, Emma and Savannah. However, she did not once protest or criticize, as it was not in her temperament. She learnt to grow up promptly, and she learned how to handle snares, bows and spears, and she could hunt by the age of eight. Every day since that day, it was in cooperation her and her father’s responsibility. Her father gave her knowledge and familiarity about plants, which she was to accept and acknowledge speedily, and could identify and categorize them just by a basic narrative portrayal. Her father was a war veteran. He survived the rebellion in opposition to the Capitol, and educated Hollie in the category of basic self-defence motives. The family unit was brilliant pending her father died in a unruly mine detonation, asphyxiated from the toxic gas and in anguish from the utter quantity of blood loss, leaving four children devoid of a father and the fifth not even seeing him. Six months later, the fifth baby was born, the only boy, who was named Conna. More and more pressure was put on her to hunt, it was a constant obligation for her to hunt. Every minute of her spare time was spent hunting, hunting for life. She traded some of her generously proportioned kills for goats, hens and saved two old shepherding dogs from death, minimally because they were too old and too fragile and feeble to serve their principle. Luckily, her family was proficient to survive. At the age of ten, she met two boys, one called Luke, and the other named Adam. They were both friends, several years older than Hollie, but with the same will to endure undernourishment. They united the kills, and all around they got more and better food. Hollie shared the eggs, cheese and milk and kills with them, and became the best of friends. Hollie exchanged her knowledge about healing and plants, for their knowledge about snares and basic fishing. They were dependable to one, another. All until the day of the first reaping. Adam had 27 names, including the involuntary names, Luke had 31 including the preceding names, and Hollie had 42. The Tessera from the extra names was bounty-full, effortless way of living, but it put your probability out of your favour. Principally for Hollie and another boy, also named Luke. They lasted for several minutes, but those minutes seemed long, like years, like decades, until she came to a few minutes ago.

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

{ $ k i n n y }

{ ℬ l u e - e y e d }

{ ℬ l o n d e }

" Youth is easily
deceived because
it is quick to hope. "

Until she mentally contracted that all her memories had been memorized and all tears has been cried, she lay alone, with only her inhalation to scare away the lingering words that spoke in silence. She got up, compressing her ever tightening grip on the bracelet which she realised that she could extend for it to become a necklace, then ambled towards the door which expelled most of her remaining strength. She used the surrounding walls for aid as she walked in a agonizing fashion towards where several other tributes stood, in discussion. She was, evidently, a foot and a half smaller than all of them, two feet for a quantity of some. Her hands became shaky as she weighed up some of these tributes. They could kill her, with one blow. But that is if they could climb trees or could catch her, and with that, she is at an advantage. She smiled precariously, her red lips arching a grin, glowing, even in the most dismal of times. “Hey there. You are the other district seven tribute, ain’t’ you? I am Corran Eliz, a stylist” A brown haired boy said. Hollie responded with silence, but nodded and smiled, more firm than the smirk previously. “... I... I am.. Hol..l..ie.” The child then said, hesitate in dialogue. Her gaze flickered towards the meal that the boy was eating, and Luke quickly realised that the tiny girl was perceptibly hungry. “Would you like some? It is called ‘Leek soup’.” The older boy suggested. Hollie nodded. “Yes...yes please” She replied with these words and a confident smile. Corran served a large bowl of soup and then handed it to Hollie, which she then placed on the counter and climbed on a chair so she was able to reach. “Thank you” Hollie muttered under her breath, so that all that could be heard was a whisper. The smile was returned by Corran, but was twice as bright. I cannot like him as he will try to kill me in the games, and I cannot like anyone, they will all attempt to kill me, but I will forgive them. Hollie thought to herself. She could not afford to make such alliances, they could be fatal. As soon as Hollie managed to scramble onto the chair {which was a lot more intricate than climbing trees} she sat silently, devouring the soup, pouring seconds and thirds and consuming fresh bread baked to faultlessness, but not as good as Uncle’s bread. It was his bread she favoured. “So then, you’re the kid that I am mentoring?” said a voice from behind her, she turned, to see a tall and well muscled lady. “Um... I am not sure.” Hollie muttered in response. “I am Bastille Lurr, district seven’s female mentor. I am responsible for your training. Nice to meet you... Hollie” It was clear that this lady had watched the reaping, because she recognised her student. “Hello there... Bastille. I am better than you think even in spite of being tiny.” The girl joked in a sarcastic manner. “Hey there young girl, I’m Lucer Decud, a member of your prep team” A loud voice sounded from near her. “Hey...” She spoke quietly to the extravagantly dressed, and slightly plump man. “We should be arriving in the Capitol soon.” Bastille said before she disappeared with both the stylist and prep member.
- Training center. Now. The events of the last few days played over in her head like fresh morning dew that crystallized blades of luscious green grass. She was silently eying the tributes from the net above the training center. Hollie jumped down, happy with her observation on the other tributes. "The girl from district two is deadly" She muttered. Leaving several seconds spare to recalculate the words, she got up, swung herself forwards and then released her grip on the netting, landing without a large flinch; she was trained to do this. She was a career. She had tips from a victor who was her father. Leaving several seconds spare to recalculate the words, she got up, swung herself forwards and then released her grip on the netting, landing without a large flinch; she was trained to do this. Hoping to not have attracted too much attention, she jogged over to the edible plants section. There was a red plant named Jewelberries, which she then registered as edible.

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

with; alone. feeling; vulnerable and scared. health; 100% where; training center. allies; none. inventory; none. activity; netting and plants section. wounds; none.

training costume

phew! feel free to talk to her. most of this post is from another role-play, but i am sure it works. she is recounting the day for most of it.

"For once I don`t regret the day before it begins. Because I know I`ll see him again. For the first time in a long time I feel good."

"I fought back tonight. It felt good."

"Our actions are what sets things in motion, but we have to live with that."

"You know if you keep pushing people away, you’re gonna end up alone."

[Jenjo]

Tallulah Waters of District Four
She smiled slightly at Kenn. If she was at home, she would have offered him help, would have shown him how to throw properly. But showing Kenn, a tribute she might end up fighting and possibly killing, how to throw a knife properly was definitely not a good idea. So, in her mind, Tally thought how he could improve. She tossed another knife, hitting it right next to her last throw. There were too many on her target for her to throw another, so Tallulah walked over and tugged them all out, returning to her original standing space. In fact, she stood further away this time to 'challenge' herself. She continued to throw the knives, and although she liked doing it, the station proved little to no challenge. Her eyes drifted about the training area, her fingers itching to test out all those spears and tridents. But, she stayed put, trying out the oddest of knives until she was satisfied that she could at least use any knife in the arena.

Tagged; Krystal, Kenn, Raina, Felix.