Hunger Games: Set Fire to the Rain (Closed, sorry)

[Amitta]

Sorrel Knoxs•District 8•Tribute

Sorrel froze, instantly raising her hand as if she had already thrown the dart at the young distrct 11 tribute. Though in more ways then one she couldn't move her hand. It was as if she was afraid to hurt him, which she found crazy. You are in the Hunger Games, Sorrel. You can't just not kill him. Anyways, how to you think he'd make it when you can barely do so yourself? Sorrel shook her head, refusing to listen to herself. He had no weapon, nothing. It would be so easy.

(Does she have permission to kill him? I wasn't sure whether you wanted him to move on or not and I was thinking about what she would do but just in case it comes to her having to.)

[belle reve]

(XD I don't like Sam, kill him! =P)

District 11||The Games||Sam

Sam stumbled back, raising his fists. "I-I'm not afraid to hit a girl..." He gulped. When he spoke, Sam's voice was firm, yet he was nervous. "After all, this is the Hunger Games..." He narrowed his eyes, wishing he could look somewhat intimidating. A weapon would help.

[Amitta]

Sorrel Knoxs•District 8•Tribute

Sorrel glared at him. If only he hadn't reminded her so much of her younger brother. IIt was a funny thing, what age could do to save your life. However, that would only get him so far here and he could tell. "I'm sorry," she murmured as she stepped back and forcefully threw her dart straight for his head. Sorrel could only watch, trying to seem like her same old self with the anger-management issues. She wasn't sure how many sponswers she did have but she couldn't appear to be afraid to kill anyone.

[belle reve]

District 11||The Games||Sam

Sam jumped to the side, thinking he dodged the dart. But, as it turns out, he really just made it a head-on hit. It lodged straight in his forehead, and he was on the ground in an instant. The cannon fired. A moment later, the hovercraft came and retrieved his body, leaving Sorrel with only her and blood-stained snow.

[Amitta]

Sorrel Knoxs•District 8•Tribute

Sorrel closed her eyes, trying to gather her bearings as she knelt back down onto her knees. Had she been the first to kill? Or had she missed the firing of another canon. She gulped down ehr worries and splayed out the few darts that she had left along with the thread. Her throat was getting dry now and thought it would be pretty easy to find water she would need to find food as well. And she already had a feeling the would revolve around either having to hunt animals then blended in with the snow or having to move to a completly new part of the arena. The thought of entering the warmest part could only make her shiver as she had a feeling the others would be there. "If only I could find something shrap besides a dart," she muttered as she looked at the thread. "It would be so much easier to make something with it," she muttered as she shook snow out of her hair and away from her things.

Mace Delrium•District 6•Tribute

Mace struggled to cary on, having only been able to find a small knife when he had charged back towards the cornicopia. He was no longer where he had been, having moved to the part of the arena that could only symbolize the season of autumn. Mace wasn't hearing anyone close-by and he could only hope he had been right. Though the sound of a canon going off made him only the more uneasy. Someone was gone. One less person. It could only make it easier for others to traget him now and he resented that.

[belle reve]

District 1||The Games||Spark

Spark, who was peeping out from her tree, saw a glimpse of someone. Kodi? No, he was right near her. This was someone else. But yet, she'd seen them before. Then, she realized. "Ma-" She cupped a hand over her mouth and signaled Kodi to get behind a tree. Mace wasn't her friend. How many times would she have to clarify this with herself? If this got Kodi killed, she'd never forgive herself. She shrunk down, closing her eyes in hopes not to be seen. But what she didn't notice was some of her golden hair got caught on the dark brown bark of a tree, giving her away. She shrunk down. What was that tugging at her head? She didn't have the time to look now. Spark gripped her stick in her right hand, just in case. But, the girl presumed it would break on impact. How would she defend Kodi and herself. Wait, it's not like he's injured. We're a team. We'll be okay. She took a shaky breath and bit down on her lip harder, daring to cast a quick glance at Kodi. Hopefully, Mace wouldn't see them.

[alyssa marie]

I want to get in on the action!
[b]Tribute [X] Regular District Person [] Mentor [] Stylist [] Escort [] Avox []( [X] one! =D)
Username: Claire Everdeen
Name:Claire Fandom
Nicknames?:none
Age (12-18, unless not tribute):17
Gender:Female
District (you are from or work for):12
Personality:sweet at first, turns out to be a ferocious killer
Description or Pic:
History:sells dresses with her mother
Skills:the bow and arrow, spears,camoflague, and traps
Weapon choice (Tributes only):bow and arrow
Height:5'5
Weight:97 pounds
Family:mother-Alexandra father-Garrett -sister-Nikki brother-Jereald-brother-Jared they are twins<
Body Modifications:skinny
Relationships:
Likes:Soccer,Kickball, target practicee
Dislikes:Sewing,buying dress materials, makeup
Fears:3 headed dogs, baby puke, hairballs(from cats)sushi...
Other:I really don't want to die:(

[Amitta]

Mace Delrium•District 6•Tribute

Mace looked around, his light brown eyes surveying the area as he took a few shaking steps back, just far enough to hit the tree behind him. He instantly looked up, the shook and surprise taking away his breath for a few moments before he found his stength and got better. However, he could hear something. He couldn't know what it was but it was something. "Come out!" he yelled. "Whoever you are!" Mace shakingly lifted up his hand with the knife in tow, not sure if he was appearing crazy because he was yelling at rustling leaves or if he was screaming at an actual tribute.

[belle reve]

District 1||The Games||Spark

Spark glanced at Kodi for advice. But, in the back of her head there was a nagging sensation to look out at Mace. With worried eyes and still nervously biting her lip, the girl peered out from behind the tree to see her friend. She gave a shy wave. Her voice was quiet when she said, "S-Sorry. Didn't mean to give away location."

[Amitta]

Mace Delrium•District 6•Tribute

Mace still held his hand up, the knife in tow. Though the knife was now pointed back at him in the oppisite direction. Slowly he lowered it to his side before taking a few steps to his right. He could wave, for fear that it would leave himself open for easy attacks. Instead, he winked, just like he had during the interviews. mMace tried his best to gather himself and smiled towards he before running off deeper into the multi-colored forest, his eyes streatched wide with worry as he finally fell to his knees to try to rest.