The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I forced a smile, my thoughts wandering off again. I once heard a song before that described what I felt like... An older one from waaay back when Panem was called a different country. Ameru? Ameria? I can't remember the name, but the song was pretty catchy, although the device was so out of date. "Okay then," I nod, looking away.

(The song I'm thinking of is DJ Got Us Falling in Love Again by Usher XD)

[belle reve]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I forced a smile, my thoughts wandering off again. I once heard a song before that described what I felt like... An older one from waaay back when Panem was called a different country. Ameru? Ameria? I can't remember the name, but the song was pretty catchy, although the device was so out of date. "Okay then," I nod, looking away.

(The song I'm thinking of is DJ Got Us Falling in Love Again by Usher XD)

District 4||Dinner||Grant Odair

Okay... maybe I should just ask. Grant bit the inside of his cheek, wondering of he should ask Josslyn something. Hopefully, because of what happened earlier it wouldn't be awkward. But for now, he nodded, eyes playful. "Okay, it's a deal." He hesitated before adding, "Hey, can I ask you a question?" He grinned, leaning up against the wall. "I was thinking we'd make good allies. Wanna make an alliance?" A moment later, he jokingly added, "After all, it'd be bad for a Career to not have an ally by interviews." The suddenly, the thought struck him. I have to be in the Career pack... Really? Lord, I hope not. But, as he knew, he had an image to live up to. Two images, actually.

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I felt myself smile when Grant finally asked to be allies, then I felt it fade away when he spoke of himself as a Career. "Oh... right. It would be bad for your image," I frowned slightly now, my gaze flickering away from his face again. "I'll have to think about it."

(Oh boy he screwed up XD)

[belle reve]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I felt myself smile when Grant finally asked to be allies, then I felt it fade away when he spoke of himself as a Career. "Oh... right. It would be bad for your image," I frowned slightly now, my gaze flickering away from his face again. "I'll have to think about it."

(Oh boy he screwed up XD)

District 4||Dinner||Grant Odair

Grant bit the inside of his cheek nervously, gaze flickering around. Crap, I'm such a fail! He sighed, trying to explain. "N-No. That's not what I mea- I was joki-" He shook his head. "Sorry." He looked down, hating making people upset and feeling even worse upsetting his friend Josslyn. "I was just trying to jo- I'd better go. Sorry again." He shook his head, walking away. Why do I do this? Why can't I have talking skills? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! He closed his door quietly behind him, and sitting on his bed. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a tan string. No, rope. A small snip of rope. He looked down, beginning to practice multiple knots in record speed.

(XD he feels bad =P)

[Saeli]

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Saeli
.:Full Name:.
Cynthia Hyett
.:Age:.
16
.:Gender:.
Female
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7
.ersonality:.
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.:History:.
When Cynthia was born her mother died leaving her in a family with three brothers and her father. She grew up working hard to try and keep up to her brothers. Her hardwork left her out in the dead of night pulling some extra labor. In an accident one of the trees she was cutting down fell. A branch snagged her face leaving a scar down it.
.:Family:.
Mother: Chell Hyett (Deceased)
Father: Leon Hyett
Brothers: Nio Hyett, Demetri Hyett, and Sebastion Hyett.
.:Skill(s):.
Cynthia is good with hatchets, and climbing trees as she grew up in District 7. She is fast and ablebodied.
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
Cynthia has a fear of drowning, fire, and snakes.
.:Crush:.
None Yet
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
None Yet
.:Spouse:.
None
.:Children:.
None
.:Tribute?:.
Yes
.:Token:.
A locket that was her mothers before she died.
.:Weapon:.
Hatchet.
.:Other:.
Nothing

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Saeli
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.:Children:.
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.:Tribute?:.
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.:Weapon:.
(only one.)
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[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
"Grant, wait..." I sighed, reaching out for him with my bandaged hand, but he was already gone. My fingers curled numbly into a fist and my arm dropped back down to my side. I messed up. Again. I didn't know he was joking! The way he said he was a Career was so serious... I felt my lower lip tremble and I headed back to my own room, not wanting anyone to see me cry.

[belle reve]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
"Grant, wait..." I sighed, reaching out for him with my bandaged hand, but he was already gone. My fingers curled numbly into a fist and my arm dropped back down to my side. I messed up. Again. I didn't know he was joking! The way he said he was a Career was so serious... I felt my lower lip tremble and I headed back to my own room, not wanting anyone to see me cry.

District 4||Dinner||Grant Odair

I'm so stupid! Maybe I shouldn't of walked off and explained the whole thing. Dude, I just need to shut my mouth and let others do the taking. That way, I won't blow it- Hey! Maybe she's still out there! I need to apologize! He jumped off his beg, pocketing the rope and rushing out into the hallway, hoping to catch her before she left. Seeing Josslyn was already gone, Grant scolded himself about being quicker and getting words out. Soon enough, he found himself at her door, about to knock. He froze. Too soon? Probably. I'll just... He reached into his pocket, pulling out paper and a pencil. He didn't normally have the items, but he had a feeling before he left the room he might feel to do this instead of talking. He wrote in his sloppy, boyish handwriting: 'I'm so sorry, Josslyn. I was trying to make a joke, and failed epicly. I really am sorry. I understand if you don't want to talk or hang out anymore. What I said was conceited and not thought-out. Again, really sorry and... sorry. He silently slipped the note under the door, or he thought. He accidently bumped the door with his knee, making a rather loud sound, like that of a normal knock. He bit the inside of his cheek and snuck away back into his room.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Recap, I have been gone. What happened?

[belle reve]

(Um... Mandy and Violet are dancing... Grant and Josslyn are whatchamacalitin... getting upset with each other, and that's all I know. It's technically dinner, but nobody's eating.)

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
Despite growing up with a family of men, I was still weak. Two, black smears ruined my once white pillow from where my mascara ran during my silent sobbing. I heard footsteps, then a knock at the door. I sat up, pullng my tangled auburn hair out of my stormy grey eyes. I had taken the braid out earlier too. I grabbed a tissue and wiped all the make-up off my face, then took a deep breath to compose myself. I opened the door, seeing no one. Then a note on the floor caught my eye. Cautiously, I picked it up and closed the door, sitting on my bed now. A faint smile danced across my lips as I read the words, obviously written by Grant. He said sorry liek four times. I flipped it over and wrote in my neat handwriting: I understand, just don't ever do it again. We can still hang out, if you happen to see me again. Training starts soon and I'll be all caught up in learning. Sorry for overreacting. I slipped out and went to the door of his room, sliding the note under it. I knocked twice, then darted off around the corner, listening.