The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

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((Back! How long do you think it will be before the Games begin?))

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
"Add forgetful to the list of what you are. I already said I was Josslyn," I roll my eyes at him. "And you better not be a suck-up. They don't get their way around me," I wink playfully, running a hand through my long, auburn hair.

(I'm hoping to get most of the tribute spots filled before the Games, but hopefully soon and when everyone becomes active again.)

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((Okay! I won't be on that often until the weekend though.))

Jenna:
I look at my wonderous piece of art with awe. I make him turn. It's perfect! But they will have to wait until the interview to see it!

Storm:
I look at myself in the mirror while she makes me turn. After she is gone, I take it off and wear my old clothes. I walk into a room with a lot of other tributes and collapse into a chair.

[belle reve]

District 4||Capitol||Grant

Grant rolled his eyes facetiously, pretending to be irritated. "Well, then, I'm SOR-RY!" He looked around, mellowing down a bit. "So, Josslyn, what does your District do? Remember," He added , quoting her in one way or another, "I have a bad memory. So I ay have forgotten." He paused for a moment, leaving a bit of silence. Then, her leaned in and whispered, "Shhh. I did."

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
"We're in charge of hunting," I rolled my stormy grey eyes at Grant. He reminded me of someone I saw in a previous Hunger Games not too long ago... Then I blinked my eyes a few times. Of course! Father showed us old tapes, to prepare us if we were ever chosen. His District, the attitude, the looks... "You're related to Finnick Odair?"

[Lying_Lilacs]

~Violet Thorne| District 4~
I got up from the window ledge and started slidding around the room in my socks. My green dress flew out vehind me and i slid around faster. I tumbled into a plush blue chair and flipped it over, landing under it's fluffy cushions.

[belle reve]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
"We're in charge of hunting," I rolled my stormy grey eyes at Grant. He reminded me of someone I saw in a previous Hunger Games not too long ago... Then I blinked my eyes a few times. Of course! Father showed us old tapes, to prepare us if we were ever chosen. His District, the attitude, the looks... "You're related to Finnick Odair?"

District 4||Capitol||Grant

Grant nodded. "Cool, cool. Hunting sounds fun. All we do back in 4 related to that is fishing. Not exactly the same, but... eh, you know." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a white cube-like item. As he was about to pop it into his mouth, her question took him by surprise. He turned to her, eyes showing just the slightest bit of seriousness. He messed with the white thing in his hands. The teenage boy shrugged getting a quick glance away. "Hey, nice guess. I guess you could say I'm related to him." He popped the item into his mouth, reaching into his pocket for another. He held out his hand, a white square sitting on his palm. "Want a sugar cube?" He leaned up against the white wall, free hand resting on the arm of the nearby couch. His tone was like Finnick's when he asked the same line, although the boy had no clue. After all, it was just words. Who would remember that sentence? Well, maybe history books, but that's not the point.

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I raised an eyebrow at him. "No thanks. I don't usually eat sweets," I shrug, tucking a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear. I wondered if grant was messing with me. He sounded just like Finnick and acted a lot like him. Then, I felt bad. I knew what it felt like to lose a parent before you even got to know them. I dismissed the thought quickly. I knew that, if it came down to it, I'd probably kill him without hesitation.

[Summer_Storm]

Just do your characters.

>> kk... hope im not late and okay that I have reall bad writers block. <<

Brianna stood quietly in the crowd, quiet and scared. |Hope its not me| she continued to say through her mind.
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Mandy stood on the sidelines, not wanting to be seen or heard or called. He wanted nothing to do with the games and if he was in them, he would be upset but do his best anyway.

[belle reve]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I raised an eyebrow at him. "No thanks. I don't usually eat sweets," I shrug, tucking a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear. I wondered if grant was messing with me. He sounded just like Finnick and acted a lot like him. Then, I felt bad. I knew what it felt like to lose a parent before you even got to know them. I dismissed the thought quickly. I knew that, if it came down to it, I'd probably kill him without hesitation.

District 4||Capitol||Grant

Grant shrugged. "Suit yourself." He popped the cube into his mouth, looking around quizzicaly. "But, yeah. I'm sorta related to Finnick. I'm kinda his son, Grant Odair." He laughed. "Even though it was kinda obvious. Were any of your parents ever in the Games?" He scolded himself as soon as he said that. What if she was like his mom? Could this be a touchy subject for her, too? Hopefully not. He blinked, hesitating to say anything else after those words. Now, he didn't feel much like talking, which was a first. It took a bit of persuading himself, but he made sure to keep a cocky smile on for the cameras and other tributes, to show he wasn't weak.