The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

[Unused]

Jenna:
I dance around my styling room, more tributes coming soon! I can't wait to see what district from! I smile happily. This year will be the best outfit ever!

Storm:
I stand in the crowd. I don't want to be here. The speech is read. Names are being picked. "Storm Jay!" I step forward but my legs give way. I collapse to the floor and have to drag my way onto the stage.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

http://myhairemo.blogspot.com/2010/04/cute-dark-haired-emo-boy.html
.:Username:.
Spirit1920
.:Full Name:.
Kaytan Otarae
.:Age:.
18
.:Gender:.
Male
.istrict:.
7
.ersonality:.
Kaytan is not the most pleasant person to be around. At his best, he is cunning, disagreeable, vengeful, and secretive. At his worst, he is aggressive, threatening, hateful, and cantankerous. He is a lovely shade of grumpy most days, and is easily pissed off. Pissing him off is bad, because he is a deadly and heartless killer, but anything cheery or arrogant will set him off.
.:History:.
Kaytan was raised by abusive alcoholic parents in a harsh logging community. He has two little sisters whom he is fiercely protective of. At the age of 16 he ran away from home and made his own home in an abandoned house. He is incredibly strong and well-muscled from years of hard work cutting and moving trees. He does not like to talk about his past, and will knock out anyone who gives him crap about it.
.:Family:.
Two alcoholic and abusive parents, and younger twin sisters Tanis and Maris.
.:Skill(s):.
He is a ruthless killer and is not squeamish about blood. He is accurate with any kind of weapon, but specializes in knives, axes, and crossbows. He will not break under pressure, and he handles stress well. He is also quite pain-tolerant after years of abuse.
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
Death of his sisters, what would happen to them if he died, and not knowing how to do something.
.:Crush:.
Nonexistent, he kind of hates most other people.
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
None
.:Spouse:.
None
.:Children:.
None
.:Tribute?:.
Yes
.:Token:.
A small, thin black chain that he keeps wrapped around his wrist and hand.
.:Weapon:.
Daggers, but also anything found in the Cornucopia.
.:Other:.
He likes to sing, and he is also protective of children.

http://www.sky-wallpaper.com/free-wallpaper/free,wallpapers,11800.html
.:Username:.
Spirit1920
.:Full Name:.
Marissa Skye
.:Age:.
15
.:Gender:.
Female
.istrict:.
1
.ersonality:.
Marissa is Kaytan's polar opposite. She is friendly and outgoing, and loves the spotlight. She dislikes anyone younger than herself and is a bit of a spoiled brat. She can be very full of herself and is used to getting what she wants. She probably won't last long in the Games.
.:History:.
Marissa was brought up in one of the Capitol's most prominent families, and has lived a comfortable life up until now. She is universally disliked by everyone she has ever met, except for her posse of followers. She is very good at annoying people and talking endlessly, but no one likes those skills. She doesn't seem to understand that she is hated and tries to order people around anyway.
.:Family:.
One very rich father and one very promiscuous mother.
.:Skill(s):.
Talking, annoying people, seducing boys (when she doesn't talk), somehow not dying when faced with death.
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
Dirt, mud, the great outdoors, imperfect makeup/clothes, losing all her money.
.:Crush:.
None yet
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
None
.:Spouse:.
None
.:Children:.
None
.:Tribute?:.
Yes
.:Token:.
Diamond chandelier earrings
.:Weapon:.
Her stilettos.
.:Other:.
It should be interesting to see how long she lasts...

[Lying_Lilacs]

(( Meh, this is such a long post. I'm sorry. ._.))
~Violet Thorne| District 4~
I waited on the girl's side of the courtyard, fumbling nervously with the blue dress my father forced me to where as i listened to the usual, manditory speech. " Ladies first!" I heard the capitol's annoucer say in that high pitched, annoying voice. I held my breath, praying that it wasn't my name going to be drawn this year. I could hear the magnified sound of scuffling as the brightly colored woman searched for a slip in the thousands of names. It stopped and she held up one single piece of paper. I closed my eyes and waited for the name. " Violet Thorne!" She announced, sounding excited for another tribute. I felt like fainting and my face got a pale complextion in a matter of seconds. My friend Jason made his way over to me and put something in my hand before giving me a kiss on the cheek and pushing me towards the stage. I looked back at my brother who was bawling his eyes out by my father and then to Jason, who also seemed to be crying. I felt like the worst person in Panem for having to leave them here.

~Drake Summers| District 2~
I stood on the boy's side of the courtyard, not caring or wanting to be at this year's reaping. I rolled my eyes as the brightly colored capitol man gave the manditory speech. I somehow found myself holding my breath and leaning forward when he fumbled around the glass ball for a name. He held up one piece of that god awful white paper. " Drake Summers!" He announced in an overly cheery voice. My jaw dropped open and i felt my shoes glued to the ground. Someone pushed me forward after a few moments and i made my way to the stage. I looked around in the crowd for my mother, but as i had suspected, she wasn't anywhere. I sighed and climbed up on stage.

" May the odds be ever in your favor!"

[Unused]

Storm:
i am pushed onto a train where I sit down and wait. I end up looking round the car and finding a shower. It's warm and I'm surprised. When I'm finished I get dressed and walk out where a woman with bright blue hair stands there.

Jenna: My jaw drops when I am told to work with District 12. I walk through the door and wait for my Tribute to come out of the shower. He stops dead in his tracks and stares. "I'm your stylist!" I tell him. He nods his head slowly. I examine him, "Yes! I know the perfect outfit!"

[~Fallen Star~]

I don't have a picture for her.
.:Username:.
Esoteric
.:Full Name:.
Zannah Millan
.:Age:.
12
.:Gender:.
Female
.istrict:.
11
.ersonality:.
She is sweet and quiet. She loves to read, so she knows about survival, and she can handle weapons. She is shy if she doesn't know you, but she warms up eventually. She doesn't want kill, but she will if she has to.
.:History:.
Her parents died when she was young, leaving her to care for her sister.
.:Family:.
Sister- Susie- 8 years old
.:Skill(s):.
Running. She can run a really long time and very fast, and she's not a bad shot with arrows.
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
- Her sister being killed
- Suffocating
- Poison
.:Crush:.
Not yet... Give it time.
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
...
.:Spouse:.

.:Children:.

.:Tribute?:.
Yes
.:Token:.
A silver bracelet engraved with leaves
.:Weapon:.
Bow and arrows
.:Other:.
She is tall and thin with gray eyes and short, curly black hair.

No picture.
.:Username:.
Esoteric
.:Full Name:.
Silk Hermann
.:Age:.
15
.:Gender:.
Male
.istrict:.
3
.ersonality:.
Bubbly, flirty, but he can get vicious. He is going to act weak and superfical so all the tributes will ignore him, then he'll murder the rest. Very talkative.
.:History:.
Spoiled brat.
.:Family:.
Doting parents who are going to have hysterics all through the Games
.:Skill(s):.
Poisoning people.
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
Getting dirty, spiders, rats, snakes, and dying.
.:Crush:.
Every cute girl he sees.
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
Anyone he can corner.
.:Spouse:.

.:Children:.
None
.:Tribute?:.
Yes (poor him!)
.:Token:.
Golden necklace with a cross.
.:Weapon:.
Dart gun
.:Other:.
He is blond and tall with blue eyes. He THINKS he's the hottest person in existance, but he's not. Let's see how fast he dies!

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Marissa sat in her bright pink chair as she waited for the reaping to happen. The crazy lady was up onstage, with her hand in the bowl. "And the lucky lady is... Marissa Skye!" Marissa's glossy red mouth fell open, and it stayed that way for several seconds. No one volunteered. No one liked her, and they wanted to see her go. Marissa glared at the crowd and slowly stalked up to the platform, teetering a little in her 5 inch heels.


Kaytan waited for the reaping, listening for his name or his sisters' names. "This year's male tribute from District 7 is...Kaytan Otarae! Congratulations!" Kaytan walked slowly up to the platform. His little sisters grabbed at him, crying, but he hugged them and kept walking. "Be strong, guys. I want to see you looking pretty when I get back." he whispered to them. He vaulted up to the platform and fixed his gaze on his little sisters.

[belle reve]

Met by the lunar light
Trouble's all we find
Lost our way tonight

Is it something we said?
Is it something we said to them?
Is it something we said?

Save me, entrapped in a vile world
Save me, where the endings
Are the same as every other
We're only here to die

Save me, I'm losing my only dream
Save me, I can use some guiding light
Some place to go
If you hear me let me know

They all know, they all know

Ever since the day you left
My fate's been set unknown
How many years
To walk this path alone?

District 4||Reapings||Grant Odair

Grant's worst day began when he awoke. His mother, Annie, had gently shaken him awake, and it seemed like any other. But soon enough, the realization hit him that it was once again time for the Reapings. Although it would be normal to remind his mother, it'd be better to keep it to himself. Today's already going to be tricky enough. I don't need to add one of her flares. I need to try to keep this day as happy as possible, for our sake. He smacked himself across the head, realizing what he just thought. No. This is District 4. I am a Career Tribute. I can't wait for this! Grant knew the only reason he was thinking this way was due to the fact that he couldn't bear to upset his deceased father, so he tried to think like his father may have. The boy sat down at the table, his mom setting a breakfast of District 4's bread served with jam. He leaned back in his chair, putting on his bright smile. "Thanks, mom. Take a seat. Want me to go to the bakery by the way today?" His mother nodded and Grant nodded, pleased he had tried to start a conversation. "So... any plans for the day?" A few hours after, there was definetly plans. Big plans.
Grant stood in the line for fourteen-year-old boys, joking around with everyone. He kept up a bright face, always filled with laughter and light. Of course, some serious Careers tried to ignore him, but always ended up laughing. In the middle of a joke, silence replaced all joyfulness. "Daniel Corson." An twelve-year-old boy, having to support his mother and sister alone, was called up. "I volunteer as tribute!" Grant shouted. As he walked forward, a bunch of guys gave him high-fives, but they didn't understand. Grant didn't volunteer for the weak boy just because he wanted to fight and kill everyone, which wasn't the reason at all. He wouldn't let the sole being of the boy's family get killed- he wouldn't make it past the first hour. But as he stepped up to the stage, the thought hit him.
What did I just do? I'm the sole survival for my mother. I will try everything to stay alive. I won't let her loose me, too.

(will add Ember's in a moment)

(EDIT: GTG)

[Summer_Storm]

.:Username:.
Summer_Storm
.:Full Name:.
Mandy Grenald Highlander
.:Age:.
17
.:Gender:.
Male
.istrict:.
6
.ersonality:.
Mandy is a intelligent, Independent young man. He is devious and clever, staying silent at most times. His actions are sometimes surprising and not what you would expect from him. He will sometimes do the opposite of what he looks like he was going to do, taking you off guard. Mandy's actions are always 'trying to be' for the good of other around him, he would never try and purposely hurt the people he trusts. Mandy is overall a polite, nice, guy.

His moods are a different story. He has a goofy, laughable and entertaining side to him, it comes with his sweet, shy and sensitive part. Where he likes to have fun, enjoy himself while he is still young. He still likes to keep quite-especially around strangers-- but will be much more enjoyable to be around, possibly keep a conversation going, or laughing along with others. His nearly always smiling - it comes easily
.:History:.
Doesnt like to talk about it
.:Family:.
nope
.:Skill(s):.
Hunting, Camoflauge, Fighting, Climbing things
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
Water
been rejected
.:Crush:.
Nope
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
Nope
.:Spouse:.
Nope
.:Children:.
Nope
.:Tribute?:.
Yes
.:Token:.
A pocket knife his grandfather gave him
.:Weapon:.
Bows and arrows
.:Other:.
Nope

|| Done my male charrie ||

[k i n g]

(He was accepted also)

[Summer_Storm]

|| oh okay... where can I jump in? or have we not started yet? ||