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

[silvanelves]

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[k i n g]

District 12 | Pali Killeger
I felt Father put his arm around my shoulders, his blue eyes locked on the screen. Just like me. Kodi sat tal land proud, patiently waiting for his turn to be in an interview. I smiled faintly, knowing that I could guess his every response to each question. No doubt Caesar would ask about that girl from District 1.

[Moved </3 D:]

Noelle's frown softened into a slight smile. "I do agree, did you see Glory. He thinks he is 'all that'." She puffed out her chest and acted tough. "Sorry about that Regie." Although she did not mean it. Regie just nodded and gave her a devious grin. "Thanks Tide, now then this time I am going over to talk with all the other tributes. I will try to fill you in on what I hear." Regie said before giving a cadet signal and marched off. Noelle looked right into Tide's ocean-blue eyes, "Please, make sure you protect yourself too." She whispered in a pleading tone. "So does this mean an alliance in the arena?" She was still keeping her voice down. "Who is you stylist?" Noelle was trying to perk up the conversation so that no tributes would take intrest in their conversation. A nervous glance was all it took for her to realize the cameras. "Tide, the cameras? What do you think about them?"

. : District 4 : .

"I don't care about the cameras. They're going to be able to know everything about me anyways, so it doesn't matter now." Tide said, his voice firm and mild annoyance. He turned his face towards the nearest camera and smiled and gave a small salute. "Maybe, to the alliance." He whispered, turning his gaze to Noelle. He sighed softly, his smile disappearing, then twitching on the corners of his mouth. Tide ran a hand through his spikey blond hair before adopting a thoughtful expression. "I have no idea who my stylist is. Do you?"

[Touko]

Rin twitched in her seat impatiently tugging her hair. The district 2 girl glanced down and she pinched the bridge of her nose. Oh why did it have to be so stressful? Rin hummed lightly to herself hoping to relaxed herself as she glanced around at everyone. The pale girl gave up trying to calm down, her eyes intent on the T.V screen.

[silvanelves]

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District 12//Fleur
I watched the screen intently, only getting up on the occasion of an empty glass or washroom break. Poor Pali, I thought, he must be upset having to watch his brother go into the Games, yet so proud. I cranked up the volume to listen more into the interviews.

[spottedpool33]

District 5 ll Capitol ll Arela

Fiddling nervously with her dress she couldn't help but feel her stomach knot up.* i really need to find an alliance or something...* she had seen the way that some of the tributes were looking and glancing at one another. it could only mean that they were allies. Sighing shakily she knew she was cutting it close and needed to make a plan for the Games. her mentor was no use. just a drunk dolt that could care less to what could happen to her.*

[Blue Skittle]

((Can my stylist be assigned a district? He doesn't have one yet.))

Rixy couldn't sit. She was too nervous to sit still. Instead she was jumping up and down, bangles making little jingling noises. She kept a nervous smile on her face and kept looking at the other tributes. They all looked so beautiful, most of them sticking to the good-looking style, and it suited them well. Rixy admired the District 2 girl's dress. It was a dark rich blue and quite pretty.

[Touko]

Rin gazed at Rixy, a small smile on her face as she gave a little wave. Going back on hte matters of the Hunger games, she was freaking out. HOW THE HECK WAS SHE GOING TO STAY ALIVE?! Taking a deep breath she glanced back at the T.V. The dude that asked them question was someone called somthing like Caesar or Cesaer or something! Hopefully, the man wouldn't notice her as Len Kagamine's twin and she mentally cursed her dead twin for mentioning her during the interview.

[silvanelves]

District 12//Fleur
Oh shoot! I thought in a panic as I got up and grabbed my stuff, Mother and Father don't know where I am! I hurried outside and left a note saying I'll be back, don't fret! on the table and ran to my house. As I opened the door, I was greeted with an ominous, black room. "Um... Mother? Father? Anyone here?" I called walking in and closing the door.

EDIT: I set down my stuff in my room and looked around. Even my dog, Mikka, was missing. Hmm.... they probably went somewhere else to watch. I thought, heading upstairs and grabbing a pen and paper. Gone to Ember's. Be back tomorrow. I wrote, going back down and placing the note on the table.

[Moved </3 D:]

Noelle's frown softened into a slight smile. "I do agree, did you see Glory. He thinks he is 'all that'." She puffed out her chest and acted tough. "Sorry about that Regie." Although she did not mean it. Regie just nodded and gave her a devious grin. "Thanks Tide, now then this time I am going over to talk with all the other tributes. I will try to fill you in on what I hear." Regie said before giving a cadet signal and marched off. Noelle looked right into Tide's ocean-blue eyes, "Please, make sure you protect yourself too." She whispered in a pleading tone. "So does this mean an alliance in the arena?" She was still keeping her voice down. "Who is you stylist?" Noelle was trying to perk up the conversation so that no tributes would take intrest in their conversation. A nervous glance was all it took for her to realize the cameras. "Tide, the cameras? What do you think about them?"

. : District 4 : .

"I don't care about the cameras. They're going to be able to know everything about me anyways, so it doesn't matter now." Tide said, his voice firm and mild annoyance. He turned his face towards the nearest camera and smiled and gave a small salute. "Maybe, to the alliance." He whispered, turning his gaze to Noelle. He sighed softly, his smile disappearing, then twitching on the corners of his mouth. Tide ran a hand through his spikey blond hair before adopting a thoughtful expression. "I have no idea who my stylist is. Do you?"