The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

[k i n g]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I hung upside down from a pipe that stuck out on the ceiling in my room, trying to organize my thoughts. Grant and I were from different Districts. If by some miraculous feat we did win, no way could we be together. Now, I was sure Caesar would tease us about the footage of the kissing, the flirting, the arguments, my constant blushing. I would have a word with my stylist about my look. I want something tough, something to prove that I'm a force not to be reckoned with. My sudden hostility towards Grant must have left him confused. Honestly, so was I. Why did I kiss him? Easy, I liked him. Why am I so relaxed around him? He's funny, nice, cute. I wonder what my three brothers and father are seeing. Their lityle sister/daughter kissing some random tribute from District 4, or a plot to get more sponsors? I knew it would hurt both of us, but if Caesar asked, I would say it was just a show. Not real. I could survive on my own.

[belle reve]

(crap! GTG D: )

[Lying_Lilacs]

Suddenly an array of colourful fire works filled the sky. Mandy stopped dancing and pulled Violet in, pointing to the different colours happily. As they ended, he turned to face her. Cupping her face gently in his hands, he put his lips to hers. "to a night to remember," he whispered quietly between pecks.

~Violet Thorne. District 4~
I jumped a little when the colorful firworks started, but relaxed a bit when he pulled me in. When he kissed me i could feel my cheeks burning, proving my blushing a bright pink. I smiled softly through the kiss, bringing my arms up around his neck. " Definitely." I said through the kiss.

[belle reve]

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
I hung upside down from a pipe that stuck out on the ceiling in my room, trying to organize my thoughts. Grant and I were from different Districts. If by some miraculous feat we did win, no way could we be together. Now, I was sure Caesar would tease us about the footage of the kissing, the flirting, the arguments, my constant blushing. I would have a word with my stylist about my look. I want something tough, something to prove that I'm a force not to be reckoned with. My sudden hostility towards Grant must have left him confused. Honestly, so was I. Why did I kiss him? Easy, I liked him. Why am I so relaxed around him? He's funny, nice, cute. I wonder what my three brothers and father are seeing. Their lityle sister/daughter kissing some random tribute from District 4, or a plot to get more sponsors? I knew it would hurt both of us, but if Caesar asked, I would say it was just a show. Not real. I could survive on my own.

District 4||Dinner||Grant Odair

We're not gonna be
Just apart of their game
We're not gonna be
Just the victims
They're taking our dreams
And they tear them apart
'til everyone's the same
I've got no place to go
I've got no where to run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all

...

We're not gonna let them change
how we feel in our hearts
We're not gonna let them control us
We won't let them shove all their thoughts in our heads
And we'll never be like them

...

Grant sat on his bed, writing in his sloppy handwriting. He was barely conscious of what he was writing, being too involved in his own thoughts. But, he eventually caught the music that had been playing in his head. The boy found it was a song from the ancient days when Panem was something of the better. He barely knew how he remembered it, it had been so long ago he'd heard it. Where did I even hear it? Maybe his mother sang it to him when he was little. Not these lyrics, she'd realize she was putting us in danger. Then, he realized it. There was a scrapbook his mother had made, including some pictures of her and Finnick in the Games. One time, he had stumbled across a picture of his dad, and on the back, had the lyrics. Upon questioning his mom, before she had to leave the room, she explained it was a song from the ancient place. But how would he remember it now, of all times? Oh, I see. He looked down at the lyrics. This made perfect sense.

(PS It's the song in quote. It's by Simple Plan )

[Unused]

Storm:
I wander round, how long before the Interviews? It's like torture. Slowing our deaths down so we have to live with the fact that most of us will die. And the fact we have to kill others.

[belle reve]

(back!)

[k i n g]

(Would anyone mind if we skipped to the first training session?)

[belle reve]

( i don't! =D)

[k i n g]

(We'll skip.
@Summer, @ Rainbow, Violet & Mandy can continue over PM. Like liquid time, yet they can still do training here. Questions? Just PM me.)

-Skip to the very first training session-

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
My stylist finally gave in. I stood in the elevator, wearing a skin-tight camofluage suit that had a black belt, black boots, and my token was secured on my wrist. My auburn hair was tied neatly into a high ponytail. I was on my way to the first training session.

(We can do interviews when everyone else is on^^)

[belle reve]

(We'll skip.
@Summer, @ Rainbow, Violet & Mandy can continue over PM. Like liquid time, yet they can still do training here. Questions? Just PM me.)

-Skip to the very first training session-

Josslyn Foxwood ~ District 9
My stylist finally gave in. I stood in the elevator, wearing a skin-tight camofluage suit that had a black belt, black boots, and my token was secured on my wrist. My auburn hair was tied neatly into a high ponytail. I was on my way to the first training session.

(We can do interviews when everyone else is on^^)

District 4||Training||Grant Odair

Grant stood calmly in the elevator taking him down to the Training Center. From what he was told, it had everything from knot-tying to bow-and-arrow training. He figured he'd do his favorite things first, but remembered the words of 'wisdom' from his mentor. Save the good stuff for the private session. Work on new skills. It rang in his head multiple times before Grant decided he finally would. That was funny, it actually seemed like his mentor was in his head, forcing him to agree to it. Of course, he wasn't. It was just a bit funny to Grant. He looked around the elevator, somewhat enjoying the silence that he hadn't often heard. Whether it wad the crashing of the waves or the roar of the Capitol, Grant was almost never in quiet. Also, you could consider his talking a major contributor to the noise. But, that wasn't the point. Sadly, his silence was interrupted as the metal doors silently slid open to reveal a room of talking, training tributes. He stepped out into the bustle, wearing a black t-shirt and torn up jeans, along with his signature high tops. Let's see... He thought, looking every station over. Go with something I'm crappy at... like telling which plants are edible. Yeah, I'll go there. Grant tucked his hands in his pockets and walked over to the instructor calmly, seeing his face light up at his first apprentice. "So, ready to start?"

District 12||Training Center||Ember

Ember walked down swirling stairs, eventually going to the underground place of the Training Center. She walked into the area full of tributes. Her hair was braided, and resting over her right shoulder. She wore a simple fitting dark green shirt and black leggings. The girl looked around, biting her lip. Where should I go? Nowhere with Careers... that's for sure. The female tribute walked over to the hand-to-hand combat station, having no instruction from her mentor to avoid things she may be good at. The instructor explained that while they were waiting for someone that she could fight with, he'd show a presentation about proper stance and good places to grab, yank, bite, and kick. She nodded, pretending to have a little interest.