The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

[belle reve]

(Totally XD)

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
Okay, okay! I'm impulsive, alright? So, when he said 'A mistake is a mistake, right?' I nodded, then smirked. "But this isn't a mistake." And I kissed him again.

(XD I'll make him loose it once, just for the heck of it. But not now =P Oh lord, like on the day of interviews! haha)

District 4||Dinner||Grant

Grant smiled. After the second kiss, he nodded. "I had a feeling it wasn't." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, not wanting to make it too awkward with another kiss. "Sorry, I haven't dated anyone in a while. Kinda bad at it." He laughed a bit, looking down. He realized it alright, he basically just asked her out.

[k i n g]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I couldn't believe my luck. "You like me too?" I still asked, even though I was pretty sure he just asked me out.

[panorama,]

( ok how should I start?)

[belle reve]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I couldn't believe my luck. "You like me too?" I still asked, even though I was pretty sure he just asked me out.

District 4||Dinner||Grant

Grant shrugged, grinning. He looked around the room calmly. "It's possible." He simpy said, glancing back at her playfully. Then, the thought hit him. What am I doing? This is the Hunger Games we're talking about! Why did I just ask her out? One of us will be dead, if not both. This can't be. Even if the odds were we both won... we'd be back at our Districts. It's official. I'm crazy. I'm setting us up to die an even worse death! His face didn't show the anxiety, though.

[k i n g]

(They can start out at the dinner or something...)

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I ran a hand through my auburn hair, studying Grant's expression. I was having some thoughts of my own. "Sorry. I'm crazy," I sigh, shaking my head. I turned on my heel and began to walk down the hallway.

[belle reve]

(They can start out at the dinner or something...)

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I ran a hand through my auburn hair, studying Grant's expression. I was having some thoughts of my own. "Sorry. I'm crazy," I sigh, shaking my head. I turned on my heel and began to walk down the hallway.

District 4||Dinner||Grant

Grant exited his room, and caught up to her. "We're you just thinking what I was thinking? About the Games?" He bit the inside of his cheek. What is she wasn't thinking that? What if it was just something simple, or she felt sick? It'd be emberassing for his if she just threw up over the boy she admittedly had a crush on. Should I just leave her be?

[k i n g]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I jumped and did a front flip, twisting around to see who it was. Oh. Just Grant. I sttaightened up again and stopped, waiting. "Yeah. Why?"

[belle reve]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I jumped and did a front flip, twisting around to see who it was. Oh. Just Grant. I sttaightened up again and stopped, waiting. "Yeah. Why?"

District 4||Dinner||Grant Odair

"I was just asking. I was thinking about the same thing, as I stated." There was no rudeness in his voice, as the sentence would normally be attatched with. He stuck his hands in his pockets, left hand moving the rope around. He looked around. "So... Guess I'll see ya later?" He tried to regain his calm, naturally cocky manner for both of their sakes.

[k i n g]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
My will to survive overrode my want to be with Grant, and my expression remained neutral. "If you're lucky." I turned away again, beginning to walk down the hall and towards my room.

[belle reve]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
My will to survive overrode my want to be with Grant, and my expression remained neutral. "If you're lucky." I turned away again, beginning to walk down the hall and towards my room.

District 4||Dinner||Grant

Grant blinked, confused. A minute ago, didn't she just kiss me? What just happened? He cleared his throat and turned to walk back into his room, entering and closing the door behind him. Seeing how late it was, he still decided not to go to bed. Doing what he normally did to calm his nerves or clear confusion that was not surfing, Grant pulled out a pencil and paper. Slowly, he began to write.