The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

[~Fallen Star~]

District 11 Reaping
Zannah breathed in slowly as the disgustingly cheerful woman scrabbled around in the reaping ball. The woman grinned and read the card aloud. "The female tribute for District 11 is... Zannah Millan! Where are you, Zannah Millan? Come up here!"
Zannah stood frozen in shock. Of all the people here, it had to be me! If I die, who'll take care of Susie? Slowly she threading her way to the stage. The woman's smile because fixed as she realized that Zannah was only twelve. Sympathetic murmurings drifted through the crowd, but none stood to volunteer for her. Zannah stood and prayed that someone, anyone would take care of her sister.

[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.

[k i n g]

(Bump.)

[belle reve]

District 4||Capitol||Grant

After being off the train, Grant was immediately whisked into his stylist's room. He was started out with the prep team, and now he was kind of sore, thanks to their plucking. Now, he sat face to face with his stylist, happy to be away from the prep team's continuous questions about him and his father. Sure, he had acted cool with everything, but it just wasn't cool. Now, his stylist was describing the outfit as he was picked up onto his feet and began to be dressed in it. Listening to the details, he tried to stay in focus, but eventually zoned out. What could he say, fashion wasn't his thing. A few moments later, he found himself standing in front of a mirror. He wore golden and blue swim trunks, with golden netting around the rest of him. His stylist rested their ice cold hands on his shoulders, explaining that it resembled his father's. It was meant to be a near-replica. Are they trying to torture me?!?! He shook his head, but quickly caught himself, putting on his cocky grin. "Love it, thanks." He smiled at the stylist, and they nodded. Next, Grant was led into a room to meet with every other tribute. As he walked in, he was careful to act confident-smile, and not slouch. Walk with proud strides. Don't show doubt. Looking through the crowds, he spotted a girl with a blue strapless dress. Looking like she was friendly enough, Grant decided to go make conversation with her. He walked over, smiling. "Hey, I'm Grant. Nice dress."

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
A particularly cute boy walked over, complimenting on my dress. Honestly, I felt like a fake with my dab of makeup, my body sore from all that plucking, and I felt exposed in this shorter dress. "I'm Josslyn. Nice outfit. Dustrict 4?" I guess with a shrug, self-consciously running a hand through my auburn hair. This was so uncomfortable. I missed my hunting outfit. The not so tight clothing, my leather boots. My outfit was just too girly. It's not who I am.

[belle reve]

District 4||Capitol||Grant

Grant laughed kindly, readjusting the netting. "How'd ya guess?" He asked in a tone not most tributes would use around a different district. His tone was genuinely playful and friendly, with no trace of resentment or tenseness. Of course, resentment at having to have everyone in this room die for him to win was mostly all he was filled with. Smiling one of his signature smiles-the crooked one- he tried to spark conversation. "So, what District are you from?" Her brushed some of his bronze-ish hair from his face, the style irritating him. He leaned in closer, eyes quite playful. "And how demeaning are these outfits? Are these what we wear on our deathbeds? I sure hope not!" He laughed, leaning back against the wall. He crossed his arms, eyes getting a qick glance across the room. Then, he looked back at the girl. "Oh, by the way, I'm Grant." He paused, thinking. "Or did I already say that? Hm.. oh well! I talk to much. Wow I really need to stop talkin-I need to stop." Grant laughed.

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
Grant was most amusing, actually. He kept talkig on ad on and on. I thought I'd never get a word in! "I'm from District 9," I answer his furst question with a nod. "And yes, I'd much rather wear my hunting outfit than this... girly dress. I feel like a stupid fake," I roll my stormy grey eyes. "You do talk a lot, Grant. Do you not know how to talk to a girl? You don't eed to be nice. I know how to deal with boys," I smirked playfully at hi.

[belle reve]

(Gtg D: See ya tomorrow!)

[Lying_Lilacs]

~Violet Thorne| District 4~
I crawled under a table, hoping to hide my aweful dress and take a nap. I leaned against one of the table's legs and fingered my silver charm braclet again. I traced my fingers around the silver heart, trying not to think of all the people back in the districts. I started messing with the table leg, sending anything on the table wobbling.

[GhostlyOreo]

(any girl spots open? Particularly that has a boy lolz)