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

[belle reve]

(okay I might be gone then but bye! D: sorry!)

[homerock1]

(Recap, soory I was grounded)

[belle reve]

(Um... Interviews XD We need Arela)

[homerock1]

(Are we going by districts?)

[belle reve]

(yeah)

[twig.]

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?"

"I understand. I am still wondering if I should go off on my own. As for my stylist...well I don't know." Noelle chuckled as Regie started to dance. "Listen, they are playing a song...."She said looking up and around until her eyes met speakers. "For our enjoyment?" Regie started to do the robot. "He is a nerd, don't you agree?" Noelle rolled her eyes and looked down at her nails. They were painted a pretty pale purple, they had little stick-on black bows coming off of them. They matched her dress. "Tide, what district are the interveiwes going on?" Noelle asked slightly frightened. "I hope I don't puke all over the stage. That is all I need, to be labled as the barfing beauty." She started to twirl her hair up in her fingers. That was whats she did when she got nervous.{I have writers block. :L}

[belle reve]

(gtg)

[violacherry]

~Rebecca Heartford~
.:Becca:.

Becca stood looking in the mirror at the long flowing dress that her stylists had put on her. She wasn't ready for the interview. She didn't like to talk in front of people and she never wore a dress. It felt odd to be in the fancy clothes but she liked how it made her look, she liked the flowyness of it, though it was very fancy.

[belle reve]

(back)!

[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?"

"I understand. I am still wondering if I should go off on my own. As for my stylist...well I don't know." Noelle chuckled as Regie started to dance. "Listen, they are playing a song...."She said looking up and around until her eyes met speakers. "For our enjoyment?" Regie started to do the robot. "He is a nerd, don't you agree?" Noelle rolled her eyes and looked down at her nails. They were painted a pretty pale purple, they had little stick-on black bows coming off of them. They matched her dress. "Tide, what district are the interveiwes going on?" Noelle asked slightly frightened. "I hope I don't puke all over the stage. That is all I need, to be labled as the barfing beauty." She started to twirl her hair up in her fingers. That was whats she did when she got nervous.{I have writers block. :L}

. : District 4 : .

"Might as well the last few days of our lives as enjoyable as possible before they force us to kill each other." Tide said in a cheery voice, a sad smile on his lips. He turned his gaze towards Regie and laughed, cocking his head to a side as he watched. "He's a lot better dancer than me. You have to at least give him that." He pointed out, his sad, bitter smile transforming into a real one. One that danced across his face and lit up his eyes. "Two things, If you barf, and are known as the barfing beauty.. 1. At least they'll remember you. And 2. At least you're still remembered as a beauty." He laughed quietly, his blue eyes getting a slightly mischevious light in them as he grinned at Noelle. "As for what district the interviews are going on... I have no clue."