The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

We started with the reapings.

[k i n g]

(Yeah, start with reapings.)

[Summer_Storm]

|| oh... who was reaped??? ||

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Just do your characters.

[k i n g]

(Yes.
Okay! Since, not all the tribute spots are filled, I'd like to let the tributes get acquainted before and after interviews. It's not in the books, but it will allow more time for newer members to join and make tributes for the other Districts. First, you can role play the reapings in your Districts, and then the train ride to the Capitol. You can role play minor stylists/escorts/mentors until someone creates one, just to keep things moving along. Training sessions will be held after interviews and there will be times where all the tributes can just hang out. Any questions, PM me. ^^)

District 11 | Jesse Black | Tribute
The reaping. Just great. I lurked in the shadows, aware that no one would even bother to look in my direction. They never did. The crowd in District 11 assembled in the town square, most wearing their signature straw hats. I was tying knots over and over again with the rope in my hands, blue eyes locked on the stage. Some lady with an unnaturally high pitched voice clawed around in the hat, then pulled out a white piece of paper. She called out a name and murmurs went throughout the crowd. A young boy, couldn't be older than twelve years, timidly stepped forward, a family of four crying behind him. No, this wasn't happening. For once in my life, I was seen as I strode purposely and bravely towards the boy. "Today is not your day," I said softly to his amazed expression, gently pushing him back a step as I went up to the stage as his replacement. No crying for me. I saw my father and mother, both stiff and lifeless at the back of the crowd. Like they even cared. No one really knew who I was, or that I even existed. The lady looked at me, dazed, and finally asked my name. "Jesse Black." She nodded, giving me the fakest smile I've ever seen. Then, she said, "May the odds ever be in your favor."

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
This was it. That time of the year again. The reaping for the Hunger Games. I stood with my family of four. My father, and my three brother, Tallik, Hershi, and Pali. The youngest, Pali, held my hand tightly. He turned twelve this month. Tallik was about sixteen and Hershi, the oldest, was nineteen. One of us was safe. The woman on the stage gave us the usual speech, blah blah blah. Now was the time for the tributes to be chosen. She reached into the girl bowl. Pull back her hand. A moments' hesitation. "Josslyn Foxwood," she called out, scouring the crowd. Pali broke into wails beside me as I wrenched my hand free from his grip. Hershi looked at me helplessly, and Tallik hid behind our father. "Be strong, sweetie," Father said as I stepped up onto the stage, accepting my fate.

(Something has changed. There can be two victors of the Hunger Games, but they can be from different Districts! So, for example, two boys from District 1 and District 5 can win.)

[Unused]

Jenna:
I dance around happily after designing the outfit. It's perfect! District 12 was all about mines! Perfect!

Storm:
I look over Jenna's shoulder at her design. "I'm not wearing that!" I shout. I close my mouth quickly.

[belle reve]

Talk to me softly
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Something's changing inside you
And don't you know

Don't you cry tonight
I still love you
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you
And don't you cry tonight

Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinking of you
And the times we had...

District 10||Reapings||Ember

Ember led her one of her two brothers and two of her three sisters in front of her. She carried baby Rachel in one arm, leaving the other free to readjust everyone's attire. Of course, she had some help. Thirteen-year-old Jacob walked alongside her, trying to help in any way possible. Being the oldest in the family, Ember had to set the example. Being the day of the Reapings, Ember had to keep on a calm, relaxed face. "Hey guys, after the Reapings, wanna grab some ice cream?" She smiled, trying to take the horrified looks of Crash and Aniya's faces. After all, they had just turned twelve a few months ago, so they were in danger of being picked. Crash sighed, mumbling, "If we don't get picked..." Ember cleared her throat, hoisting up the young child in her arms. "Excuse me, mister! Don't talk that way!" She stared earnestly into the boy's eyes, then looking at the girl. We can't afford to think that way. "PLUS! Each of your names is only in there twice." Ember had requested their names only in there once, but they insisted on getting more tesserae from Ember's fifty-four entries. It just wasn't enough to feed their family.
They made it to the Justice Building, Ember sorting everyone into their rows of ages and gender with the help of Jacob. Before letting each of them into the file, she kissed the on the forehead, telling them they wouldn't get picked. After settling in her own line, Ember discovered her siblings weren't getting picked.
"The female tribute for District 10 is Ember Cason!"

District 4||Train||Grant

Everything after the Reapings was a blur. Grant was ushered into the Justice Building to say his goodbyes to his mother. Hopefully not my last. He thought, reminding himself he would give 1000% percent. She nearly went into a stage of madness once more, but he managed to calm her down. Now, he found himself on the train headed to the Capitol. This all happened so fast... What was I thinking? The teenager hung his head, bronze-ish hair, covering up some bits. After a few moments, his mentor rested a hand on his shoulder, explaining that he should go to his room for a bit and get adjusted. He nodded, standing up with a shaky breath. "Yes, sir. May I ask, where's Violet?" He remembered her being called just before him, and he wanted to make sure his fellow tribute was alright. Maybe he could help lighten up the mood for the both of them. Also, it would be a good chance to get both of their minds of things and practice conversation skills. The mentor gruffly replied that he'd see her at dinner. Grant forced a small smile, replying with, "Yes, of course. Thank you." Seeing the mentor confused at his polite response, Grant silently laughed and strode towards his room. He opened it to find a nice place. "Quaint. I like it." He lived it a rather large house, and it felt nice to not have someplace where it felt too empty. After a few moments of exploring, the young man settled down on his bed, pulling out his IPhone and messing around on it. After all, what else was there to do?

[k i n g]

(Merr... We can all just skip to the hangout place at the Capitol. This is before interviews!)

District 11 | Jesse Black | Tribute
I stood in the darkest corner I could find, my black hair covering one of my blue eyes. I watched the TV screen as it replayed reapings from today. I wore something that flattered how I looked. My stylist said it was bold, but I looked gothic. Eyeliner, black T-shirt with punk leather jacket, spike bracelets, a long chain that connected from one point of my belt to the other, and black boots.

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I looked in the mirror. My auburn hair was shoulder-length and brushed 'til it was silky smooth with a healthy shine. My stormy grey eyes were fierce, and I wore a soft pink lipstick with mascara, eyeliner, and a soft blue eye shadow. I wore a strapless blue dress with matching blue sandals, and diamond shimmer earrings. My stylist said it was to compliment my delicate and cury figure. I stepped cautiously into the room in the building that the Capitol made for the tributes to hang out in until the interviews.

[Lying_Lilacs]

(( That's like right before they go into the interviews right? Like the place they wait to be called out and stuffs? Or way beforez that? ))
~Violet Thorne| District 4~
I was slipped into a sea-green dress that was supposed to compliment my district, according to my stylist. And i had some crazy looking lily flower woven into my blonde hair that was lying down in waves on my shoulder. I stepped silently into the capitol building and hung around the edge of the group. Most of the people were supposed to love the dress, but i felt stupid just walking around in it. I tried to stay away from most of the other tributes in the room, looking for someone who would make a good allie if possible.
~Drake Summers| District 2~
I was tortured into a metal colored tux that had some sort of shiny material on it. My stylist had to be the most thick headed person here, put me in a tux... I grumbled something under my breath and crossed my arms, hoping to just stand by and wait for the time being. I slipped into the doors of the capitol building and waited around the edge of the group and listened for something that would indicate who would make good allies. I glanced around the room and looking around at the various tributes.

[k i n g]

(Not right before. It's like a few days before.)