76тн Ħʋиɢɛя Ǥαмɛƨ | Not Accepting

[happily*in*love]

(wow you do like to type)

Marcy sat in the train staring blankly around. There were tears and sniffles of sadness that they would all die. And so would she, but of course not without a fight. She looked at Jason black, finding no comfort seeing him, as it reminded her of home, Marcy resorted to the window. Outside lay a barren waste land with no one at all there. As she thought she felt one Linley tear stream down her face.

[Host]

(sorry, you can't start until Dawn has accepted you.. I'm pretty sure she'll be absent until around the evening.)

[happily*in*love]

(oh I got confuzzled dail and dawn!!)

[TigerLynx]

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

{ accepted. We can skip to when the stylists are decorating the tributes. }

[Host]

(I luff my siggy.. Anyway, I'm assuming we control the stylists? If not, please ignore my cluelessness and carry on watching my little Peeta run like I know you all have been doing.)
Serena winced as the plucked hair after painful hair. There was sure nothing to shame about as the stylists seemed unaffected by her nudity. They talk about what hair styles and what color of lipstick would look good, but I'm not listening. Who would want to listen, at a time like this. The time when your life is at stake. Soon, she will fade away like she had never existed. The thing was, she wanted to be remembered. She wanted to win, so badly. But how could she take so many lives, knowing they die under her hand, knowing she takes their last breath. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and counted to ten. It was one of those weird things that calmed her. Her mind was closed off, focusing so hard on the numbers that any other thoughts were blocked out with a stone wall. When she opened her eyes, there was a different man standing in front of her. He was walked around her, hand cupping his chin. Serena was startled by his sudden appearance, but didn't dare show it. Instead, she stood there, staring off into the distance. The man left, and came back with a dress in a plastic cover. "Close your eyes." He says, in a welcoming voice. Before she knew it, Serena had already closed her eyes. She had never trusted somebody so quickly before, let alone close her eyes for them. After all, he could be pulling out a gun that would blast her to pieces. But instead of a bullet, silk runs down her skin, sending goose bumps crawling up her back. She feels somebody touch her, leading her somewhere. She jumped at the sound of a door closing, and felt alone when the hand on her back disappeared. In a muffled voice, she heard it. "Open your eyes." And when she did, she couldn't help but to gasp. She was wearing a stunning yellow dress with an orangish tint to it. The ends of the dress come down to her toes, fading into a warm orange color

[TigerLynx]

{ Yes, you can control the stylists. And I continue watching Peeta run, X3. }

Marissa winced as a stray hair was plucked out of her scalp. She gritted her teeth, trying her hardest not to scream at the stylists to stop. Her head felt dizzy from countless pluckings at it.

Jayden squirmed in her seat as the stylists cut the bangs from her eyes. Stop! Her mind screamed. This is enough! I'm already a doll in the Hunger Games, why should I endure this torture?

[orange.c y r u s♥]

[lol, I am in love with your siggy]


Cirrus twitched having her eyesbrows plucked and hair fixed just so. She mumbled curse words and grinded her teeth together. Her fists where clenched and her feet rubbed the floor in an awkward fashion. The stylists pushed lipstick onto her lips and scrubed her face with blush. She could already feel degrated. Getting dressed just for them, and never had Cirrus been decorated like this before. Like some sort of show dog. And in the end she was probaly going to die anyway. Her toes tapped the floor and her fingers tapped the side of her bare thigh, as they always did when she was angry or sad. Cirrus flinched as the silk dress slid onto her body. And crinkled her toes together. Once she turned to lookin the mirror, her body was adorned in a long light blue gown, which faded to white as it drapped down her body. Speghetti straps held the awkward thing up, and long white heels held her up. She frowned, and clenched her fists. But sighed and gave the world's fakest smile to the stylists.


Nikoli took a seat and peering into the mirror. a tall, lanky man came over to him with a large pair of silver siccors. Nikoli's eyes widened. He placed a hand quickly on his head and scooted back. the man paused and smirked greetingly. Giving Nikoli a reassuring nod, he began to cut. Clump after clump, his hair began to fall around him, leaving an awkward lower-neck length shiny coat in his shoulkder length scraggly place. Nikoli mumbled some curse words and stood up, smoothing down his suit.
"I hate the hunger games." He whispered as another stylist smoothed out his suit some more.

[Caboose]

Rae sat in gloomy silence, not hearing when they asked her questions over and over again. "Who are you really?" they asked. "the knife girl from the orchards." she replied. Like a pig for slaughter. she thought. Suddenly the head one came up. "Put this on." she said. In her arms was a shining silver dress with metalic apples hanging off of it. Rae stood up and stared at it. "i'm in the capital now."

[HAPPYHAPPYBIRTHDAY]

Ice winced as the stylists brushed her hair. She didn't brush it often at home, so it was pretty knotty here. After they brushed her hair, they moved on to herbody, waxing every square inch. And it hurt. Trying not to feel the pain, Ice tried to focus on something else. Like what she would be wearing. It better not be bad, she thought.

[happily*in*love]

Unlike the other contestants Marcy was excited to meet her stylist, she had heard about massages and facials that the capitol's residents recived. She often kept herself well groomed in District four (she spent so much time fishing and swimming she had a "bath" every day.) Sadly she realized what she would be wearing, a sea foam green gown with plastic fish taped over it, Classic Marcy thought. For a 12 year old she had some style, unlike her stylist. She sat in the chair looking at her new hair and makeup, which were over the top and hideous! and she then saw a dark figure in black clothes who spoke to her stylist, Mariscos (thats the stylist name it means seafood in Spanish ) then he was swiftly carried away and replaced with Marc a soft shy intelligent man. Who as everyone else was dressed crazily but he was toned down and his face was blank of makeup. As if reading Marcy's mind he spoke, " I keep my face blank to show that the Capitol hasn't changed who I am, or who I will be. That is what we will do to you." From behind him he pullled out a magnifisent blue dress that flowed down her like waves. As she spun it sparkled. Her face was the same (but not blue) he had died her hair blond to compliment the gold and silver sparkles on her face. This could not be for me she thought, as she was scared to speak. Once again Marc answered her questoin without her talking, " It's all for you, you deserve it. You or any of these children do not deserve to be killed but you deserve to be beautiful."