76тн Ħʋиɢɛя Ǥαмɛƨ | Not Accepting

[Caboose]

Rae sat on the train in shock. Her brother couldn't volunteer for her now. A tear rolled down her face. They would be at the capital soon. Rae mentally reminded herself to enjoy the sight of 11 for one last time. She didn't know if she would see it again.

[Host]

Serena knuckles were white from clutching her horse's reins. Everybody looked at her with wide eyes, and peace keepers made their way to her.She swung the horse's reins over Destiny's head and patted her shoulder. Destiny, getting the message, stomped her foot stuburnly, rearing. The peace keepers paused and raised their guns, but Serena stepped in their way. She turned slightly to the side, keeping one eye on the peace keepers. "Go!" She hissed. Destiny gave one last stomp before galloping away to the trees. Serena looked forward as the peace keepers lead her to the platform. She stepped inside the train, giving her home one last look. She could see Destiny running beside the train, neighing desperately for it to stop. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away.

Dylan gulped and stood, allowing the people to lead her to the train, where she would travel until the arena.

Jason smirked. It was his time to shine. He walked so quickly to the train, the peace keepers barely knew where he went.

[orange.c y r u s♥]

Cirrus slid her hand across her knee and up her thigh resting her arm onto her torso sighing. She pressed her lips together and sat up, making no notion to look at any of the other tributes. She squinted her eyes and began to breath heavily. Cirrus wasn't like any other, or at least most of any other tribute on this train. She had volenteered and with that she was proud. She had to win for the sake of her family, her brother, and at least her father. She pressed her lips tightly together and sat up as stragiht as she could, her eyes peering at the things in front of her. Cirrus was ready for the Hunger Games, and nothing was going to stop her.

Nikoli pushed his arms into his body and hunched over in an awkward way, legs cringed together. He breathed heavily, almost hypervenalating. A tear streamed down his face, but his eyes where emotionless. A quiver came from his lip, as he peered arund at the others. He couldn't be here. Nikoli was possibly the weakest, clumsiest, most awkward tribute the Capitol could face to watch. But this was real, and he couldn't beleive it. His fingers gripped his pants leg, as he curled into an up-right ball. In fact he squeezed the denim so hard, by the time he let go, his fingers where red and endented with the print of pants.

[Host]

Serena hugged her knees as she stared out the window in sadness. She couldnt get the cold image of Destiny chasing after the train. Destiny was the only one who understood her, the only one who cared about her. And now, she had no home.. No one else to love and protect. No one else to go hunting with. She was just as alone as Serena was. It pained Serena so much to know that there was only the slightest chance that she would be returning to her poor horse.. She glared at any peace keeper who dared to disturb her, and that seemed to be enough to tell them to leave her alone. After traveling for about an hour, she decided to explore. What could it hurt? She stood and zipped up her coat before walking through the train, ignoring the peace keepers who followed her. She came to her room. It was simple, yet modern, giving a homey feeling.

[HAPPYHAPPYBIRTHDAY]

Ice boarded the train, turning once to look at district 7. Her home. She would likley be dead by the next couple of months. She couldn't survive the Games. But she would try. The train was big, and her room was bigger than her house. Ice felt a tear slip down her cheek. "Come on," she whispered to herself. "Be strong."

[orange.c y r u s♥]

[nothing, everyone's on the train and just sittin' and doing their own thing :p]

[Caboose]

[Yuuuuuuuuup. i don't know what to type! x3 i wish that we could skip to carriages, training, or eating :3]

[HAPPYHAPPYBIRTHDAY]

Ice flopped onto the bed. Only then did she let the tears come. Why this year? she asked herself. When her brother was sick and her family needed her the most. Sighing, she got up to get a drink of water.

[happily*in*love]

Sorry my I pad is acting up and can't copy

Pink is a color
Marcy
District 4
Age: 13
Female
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Fan ... ORM=IDFRIR she is very kind on the inside. However to see this part of her you must break down the strong walls of dead feeling
She didn't volunteer
No crush yet
Swimming and fishing (tridents and spears)
Hoping to find an allie

[Host]

(Hey.. Pink, I remember you.. You were on sunclan!! Eak! I remembered something today for once! Glad to see your still up and about. BTW, this is cece_bunny......)

Serena sat criss cross legged beside the window, staring out the glass with eyes so distant and emotionless you would think she was dead. Why did this have to happen to her, of all people in District 12. She dug her nails into her palms so hard it hurt. She released and watched the skin change natuarlly back to it's way before digging her nails into it once again. She knew she wasn't doing herself any good by piercing her skin so hard she bled, but she couldn't help it. She knew there was no one home for her, cheering her on. Nobody to win for, nobody who would care enough to hope she wins. District 12 people were not all fond about her, mainly because of her cocky yet sassy additude. There had to be somebody, somebody who cared, doesn't there? She's not the most dispicable person in Panem, that was for sure. Effie was probably the most annoying, with her high pitched voice and crazy capitol accent. Serena was soon called for dinner, and she was tempted to deny the offer. Instead, she stood and pulled on her cape-like jacket and strode out of the room with her chin held high. I will not cry, I will not cry! She took her place among the people, refusing to meet eyes with anybody but the wall. She practically jumped out of her seat when an avox set a steaming dish in front of her. The warmth and smell of food clouded her senses with such force she about fell out of her seat. Never before had it been so tempting to pick up her plate and lick it clean, as a dog would do. Instead, she eyed the food for a while, feeling eyes piercing coldly through her skin. She looked up with the slightest hostile glare plastered on her face and each of their gazes fell. Even the avoxes seemed a little intimidated by her. Serena forced herself not to smirk with satisfaction. Instead, she tenderly picked up her fork and poked at the food. It was perfectly cooked rice with lamb stew neatly poured over it. A small bowl of what looked like a cocktail was set on her left side, oppisite of her tall glass of what she assumed to be hot chocolate. She had never been able to afford it, let alone see it. Plush, white marshmellows floated on top of the steamy liquid, not yet disolving. She tenderly slid her fork into the massive pile of rice and lamb stew. It seemed to melt into her mouth. She had had lamb, once. Back when she still had a mother who took care of her, but the lamb was served in pork chops smothered in grease and bread. The thought reminded her of how she still didn't have anybody on her side, but she quickly dismissed the thought. If she wasn't going to win, she was at least going not going to go down without a fight.



Dylan held her chin high as she examined the room she had been placed in. It was simple enough, but had a dozen times more luxures than she could afford. The room was dark colors, making it smaller than it appeared, giving it a homier look. The main colors were stunning dark blue and brown. The bed had silk blankets placed neatly on it with a fluffy blanket placed where your feet would go. It had plush pillows neatly placed in an orderly fashion where your head would be. Dylan was for some reason always an alert sleeper. She would curl up in a tight ball and have a knife within a few yards away. She always slept easier knowing she had a little protection. That would probably ensured she wouldn't get mauled in her sleep. She reached up to her neck, rolling her fingers around the smooth pearl that was attached to a pale brown string. She was allowed to take on token, and she knew this was the best one for her. It reminded her of her home, her mother, who always wore a beautifuly handcrafted pearl necklace made by her father, whom had died years ago. Emotions threatened to poar out of her eyes like a waterfall, but with a few quick blinks the threat was removed. Removed. Removed like her father had been. This time, a single tear escaped, sliding down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away before anybody could see. Dylan hadn't cried yet, and she wasn't about to cry now.