.:The Hunger Games:. (Not Accepting)

[Loka]

Lyall laid in her room worriedly. "How am I going to win? I made a promise to my sister.... And I cant brake that promise.."

[lacke]

((Later. The interviews are later, but I might skip them.. Im not sure.))

[Loka]

(( Okay c: ))

[Team Avatar]

((Oh okay then; im a bit bored now, cani just put some random descriptive thoughts of delphi?))

[belle.]

[Recap? You guys were on page eight before I went to bed...]

[the batter]

Mak was in his room, laying in bed. He was snoring softly.

Dynamic was easily in bed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep, but she needed it.

[lacke]

(Everyone is in their rooms.))

Micheal sighed, and got out of his bed. He walked out of his room, and over to the balcony. He sat, and wrapped his arms around his legs, sighing. He stared out the window, and at the capitol.

[the batter]

Dynamic rolled over and got out of bed. She aimlessly walked around her room. She sighed and looked out of her window and out at the capitol.

Mak was silently sleeping.

[lacke]

Micheal frowned. He leaned his head back against the wall.

[belle.]

{{ E m e r a l d . A n d e r s o n }}
{{ D i s t r i c t . O n e }}

Emerald sat on her bed; knees pulled up to her chin, arms wrapped around and her forehead placed on top of them. The girl let out a heavy sigh, becoming worried. Yes, she had been trained for the games. And yes, she had volunteered for this moment. But nothing really prepared you for The Games. Do I actually have any chance? Emerald asked herself, a tear springing to her eye. Of course not; Stupid. She mentally cussed, allowing herself to cry a little more.