84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

[reynard]

Alou sat on the train, her smaller body propped up in one of the many window sills. In her hand was one of her infamous knives, in which she was using to slice an apple. The knife cut perfectly through, and she popped each slice into her mouth with a soft munch. The calm before the storm, the silence before the chaos. Being a volunteer, Alou was never more ready for this, and she was ready to immediately get into the arena. A shocker it would be, seeing a 5'3" girl being a career, but that was what she was made for. Trained for. BORN for. She sat in peace for a few more moments, finishing off the sweet apple that served as lunch. Soon, she would be at the capitol. Soon, she would be in the arena. Soon, she would be going back home. Alone.

Blake had immediately taken a nap after getting on the train. He had not cared what any of the others said, did, or wanted. He was tired. And now, he was hungry. But first he needed to clean up. Using the shower, he scrubbed his hair, and proceeded to wrap himself in a towel. Throwing on a pair of khaki shorts and a clean white shirt, he walked into the main area of the train to have breakfast.

[khaleesi,]

.:Username:.
!*KatnissEverdeen*!
.:Full Name:.
Mockingjay Everdeen
.:Age:.
16
.:Gender:.
Female
.istrict:.
12
.ersonality:.
Mockingjay's original personality is more than it looks. She thrives to keep her family alive. Mockingjay poaches to feed her family and trade. Mockingjay can be nice to people she cares for, but otherwise better watch out. She poaches with a bow and arrows her father made. She hunts with her best friend who also needs to feed his family. As soon as Mockingjay heard her name at the reaping she thought to herself "May the odds EVER be in yout favor"
.:History:.
She only tells close friends.
.:Family:.
Her mother, father, and sister.
.:Skill(s):.
Mockingjay is very very good with bow and arrows. She runs fast. She can climb trees like a squirrel. She has great hunting skills and hides very well.
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
She fears her family being hurt or dying.
She also fears death to herself.
.:Crush:.
~~To be Continued~~
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
Edit Later
.:Spouse:.
Ummmm.....Awkward
.:Children:.
Even more Awkward
.:Tribute?:.
Yes
.:Token:.
Mockingjay pin from eras before her. She was named after it as well.
.:Weapon:.
Bow and Arrows (Incredibly good)
.:Other:.


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[center]
.:Username:.
!*KatnissEverdeen*!
.:Full Name:.
Toby Watcherman
.:Age:.
17
.:Gender:.
Male
.istrict:.
2
.ersonality:.
Toby is a cold hearted jerk. He will kill anyone who gets in his path during the games. At home he is still a jerk. He leaves his family for himself. So considering what you have heard. He must go.
.:History:.
~~~
.:Family:.
Doesn't bother with them
.:Skill(s):.
He can use a sword well. He isn't afraid to kill.
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
Becoming soft
.:Crush:.
~
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
~
.:Spouse:.
~
.:Children:.
~
.:Tribute?:.
Yes
.:Token:.
A woven tine bracelet from his best friend
.:Weapon:.
Sword
.:Other:.
Nope

She has a hard time killing[/center]

[k i n g]

District 9 ~ Mentor ~ 18 years
Mood: Excited
Status: Dating Grant Odair
Crush: Grant Odair
Talking To: No one
Location: District 9 Train; Room

Ĵσƨƨℓʏи Ғσϰωσσ∂
The blue-eyed mentor was in her room wearing a simple black tanktop with matching short shorts, her long auburn hair in ponytail as she lay on her stomach, flipping through the Capitol channels without actually watching them. Her mind was elsewhere; specifically her duties, Hershi, and, of course, Grant. The Capitol had obvious intentions to drive Grant and her apart when she was hijacked during the Victory Tour when they won the Games; would it happen again if they displayed their affection for each other on the cameras? Yes. I have no doubt that there is a likely possibility that they'll try to hijack me again, especially after my comments about hating the Capitol and the Games last year, she thought with a nod, rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling. How was she going to tell Grant? In private, where no cameras can see us. He'll understand. How was he going to react when she gave him the cold shoulder at the introduction of the tributes to the Capitol? Confused. Definitely. I'll have to explain everything. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, knowing that being a mentor must be making Grant feel terrible, too. At least none of his siblings - and he didn't have any, lucky Fishboy - was going to compete in these cruel Games.

District 9 ~ Male Tribute ~ 15 years
Mood: Nervous
Status: Single
Crush: ---
Talking To: Grace
Location: District 9 Train; Dining Compartment

Ħɛяƨнι Ғσϰωσσ∂
The auburn-haired boy sat in his chair, shifting nervously every few minutes as he ate, the escort sitting at the other end of the table. He wished his older sister would have attended to dinner; then he wouldn't be left with a much smaller - yet younger by 3 years - girl that didn't seem to trust him one bit to socialize with. Hershi looked up when Grace walked in, offering her a friendly smile before looking down at his food, silent. Instead of actually eating anymore, he was pushing the food around his plate with a fork, absorbed into thought. It'd be a miracle if he could get out of the Games as a victor. But what if you don't? The question echoed through his mind like a catchy tune on those stupid Capitol commercials he was watching earlier about hair dues, cars for sale, announcements about the Hunger Games. It was so strange on the train.

(Gale, Magic; are we watching the Reapings for the District 4 tributes, or eating dinner? XD)

(Katniss, you still need to PM Gale your literacy post.)

[khaleesi,]

{I did want me to send it to you?}

[k i n g]

(Sure.)

[gloaming]

{Sorry all my posts are seperate and I keep adding pointless OOC notes. Habit I guess. My last two, the girls. I'll keep em together this time.}
Laura sat on the arm of one of plush chairs in the Capitol train. She hadn't cried yet and she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. It was a surprise, being the tribute picked. But she wasn't worried exactly,more resigned to her fate. Neither were her parents. The only tears spilled on her expense came from her brother, Jules. Both her parents were confident in her abilities and seemed to think she was going to win. Laura doubted it. Sure she knew a whole lot about how the games worked, how the game makers tampered with it, but was that really going to help? She was going out there against individual human beings, each with a different personality and strengths, weaknesses. Each one looking to kill her and eachother. She shuddered and looked around the empty compartment. The escort had disappeared as soon as they had boarded the train and their mentor had been spottedwhen exiting the Justice Building. That was about it. The male tribute, she didn't even know his name, had disappeared and she hadnh't even gotten to speak with him. She stood up, shivering slightly. This is going to be a long start to a short end.

Courtney

[i]I sat up in bed, panting. My face glistened with sweat as I pushed off the covers on my small cot and stood up. Eliza's head popped out of the bathroom. "Finally your u- oh." She walked over to me and gave me a quick hug, looking me over when she let go. "Nother bad dream?" I nod. "This time it was the monkeys, they were chasing after me. One grabbed onto my leg andstarted trying to bite it off." I shudder. Eliza gives me another quick squeeze before walking over to our wardrobe. "You know you don't have to worry about that," she says tossing me the plain white uniform designated to all nurses in training. "We don't get picked for the games. We're safe here." I scoff, quickly pulling on my clothes. Safe from what? I sigh trying to shake off the bad feeling I'd bern carrying on my shoulder for the past few weeks. We head down to the "Town Square" joining the rest of the citizens coming to view the staticy broadcasts of the reapings. I watch in horror as these kids, kids my age, are picked out of a giant fishbowl. Marked down for slaughter. I turn away, sickened by the whole thing. "I need some air Li, I'll be in the infirmary if you need me later. She nods and tries in vain to smooth down my poofy hair before letting me leave. I quickly hop into the elevator, my hand hovers over my breast pocket where I kerp the special key for locked floors that I "found". I decide against taking the risk, instead heading to the starch white infirmary. There are only two people in here, neither of them need tending to so I pace the hall, eventually stopping and sitting down on the floor.

[belle reve]

District 9 ~ Mentor ~ 18 years
Mood: Excited
Status: Dating Grant Odair
Crush: Grant Odair
Talking To: No one
Location: District 9 Train; Room

Ĵσƨƨℓʏи Ғσϰωσσ∂
The blue-eyed mentor was in her room wearing a simple black tanktop with matching short shorts, her long auburn hair in ponytail as she lay on her stomach, flipping through the Capitol channels without actually watching them. Her mind was elsewhere; specifically her duties, Hershi, and, of course, Grant. The Capitol had obvious intentions to drive Grant and her apart when she was hijacked during the Victory Tour when they won the Games; would it happen again if they displayed their affection for each other on the cameras? Yes. I have no doubt that there is a likely possibility that they'll try to hijack me again, especially after my comments abotu hating the Capitol and the Games last year, she thought with a nod, rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling. How was she going to tell Grant? In private, where no cameras can see us. He'll understand. How was he going to react when she gave him the cold shoulder at the introduction of the tributes to the Capitol? Confused. Definitely. I'll have to explain everything. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, knowing that being a mentor must be making Grant feel terrible, too. At least none of his siblings - and he didn't have any, lucky Fishboy - was going to compete in these cruel Games.

District 9 ~ Male Tribute ~ 15 years
Mood: Nervous
Status: Single
Crush: ---
Talking To: Grace
Location: District 9 Train; Dining Compartment

Ħɛяƨнι Ғσϰωσσ∂
The auburn-haired boy sat in his chair, shifting nervously every few minutes as he ate, the escort sitting at the other end of the table. He wished his older sister would have attended to dinner; then he wouldn't be left with a much smaller - yet younger by 3 years - girl that didn't seem to trust him one bit to socialize with. Hershi looked up when Grace walked in, offering her a friendly smile before looking down at his food, silent. Instead of actually eating anymore, he was pushing the food around his plate with a fork, absorbed into thought. It'd be a miracle if he could get out of the Games as a victor. But what if you don't? The question echoed through his mind like a catchy tune on those stupid Capitol commercials he was watching earlier about hair dues, cars for sale, announcements about the Hunger Games. It was so strange on the train.

(Gale, Magic; are we watching the Reapings for the District 4 tributes, or eating dinner? XD)

(Um, how about dinner first, so nobody is depressed by the Reapings?)

~Grant Odiar~

Role: Mentor
Location: Train to Capitol
Feeling: "Well, my head hurts like crap."
Status: Dating Josslyn Foxwood
Crush: Josslyn Foxwood
Talking to: Braden and Isla

"After dinner, we'll watch the Reapings, and then get started on training. And, just some pre-training advice, don't do anything to irritate one another. I expect you to work as a team." Grant explained. He glanced over his shoulder toward the room that was supposed to be his for the time being. Looking back to the tributes mid-statement, he said, "Now, I'm sure Dolores will go all Capitol on you if you arrive late, and you don't want to Capitol-ified, or whatever. So, I guess I'll see you when it's time for the Reapings." As he turned to walk into the bedroom, Grant mumbled, half to himself, "Plus, I'm not gonna eat that crap anymore."
Once in the Capitol designed room, he immediately went to laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The silence was okay, something Grant had been appreciating recently. I wonder who else got picked... He thought. Also, a default to silence was that he finally had time to think. Normally, he'd hated this in just about every class he took at school, but it was worse here. Now, his thoughts were filled, and jumbled. I wonder how Josslyn's doing. Will I make a good mentor? What if neither tribute comes out alive? Will District Four hate me then? How will the Capitol react to me as mentor? Will it be like my dad? What's Josslyn up to right now? Is she excited? I'd assume not. Is she hating this as much as I am? Probably more. I wonder who got picked in her District. How will the Career pack treat Braden and Isla? Will they hate them for my little stunt last year? I bet they've been trained to. What if their first kills are supposed to be the two tributes from Four? Hey, what if I got Josslyn's tributes to form an alliance with ine? That might work. How will Braden and Isla react to the Reapings? Other tributes? What if it horrifies them? What if they refuse to train with each other? They need to get along. What if they don't? What if Josslyn's different? How will the Capitol react to our lovers thing again? So, my District thought I was faking the star-crossed lover bit? Did Josslyns? What if- Grant broke from his engulfment of thoughts with a splitting headache.

~Grace~

Grace entered the room, glancing up from the floor just in time to see Hershi offer a smile in her direction. The girl didn't respond, keeping a straight face. Her eyes looked over the table, scanning for empty seats. Two. One was designated for her, next to Hershi. But, the problem was her deathly fear of the older boy. And the other? Well, it was Josslyn's. Wouldn't it be rude to steal her mentor's seat, anyway? So, slowly and silently, the girl's black flats moved across the carpet, and she soon pulled her small frame into the chair. Her eyes darted fervently around the table, studying every crumb of food. Wow! I've never seen this much food in my life! Carefully, she reached for a small apple and five grapes, chewing on the items dutiously. Delicious! Why would anybody want to miss this dinner?

[khaleesi,]

{Hey Gale did you read my post I sent you to be accepted}

[k i n g]

"When did Josslyn say she'd come out of her room?" Hershi asks, pushing his plate away. He glanced at Grace, seeing a look of delight on her face. Did she actually like this stuff? The vegetables weren't as fresh and delicious compared to the ones back in District 9; neither was the meat. He sighed and fiddled with the bronze bracelet on his wrist, feeling horrible.

Braden watched as Grant left the room, eating the food normally. It wasn't half bad, actually. The fish could be saltier, but other than that it was pretty good. He turned his mismatched gaze to Isla, flashing her a grin. "I don't believe we've formerly met. I'm Braden Zone, but call me Brady. Now, Isla, is it? What a nice name for a beautiful girl," he flirted shamelessly, tilting his head to the side.

[belle reve]

~Grace~

Grace glanced up at Hershi, studying his face for a moment. Of course, the little tribute's eyes gave nothing away. "I think for the Reapings is when she said. When's that?" As usual, Grace spoke in a near whisper tone. Seeing Hershi wasn't used to it, he may not even hear her. But then again, he might. The girl slowly grabbed a grape, nibbling on it with tiny bites. All while doing this, Grace sat cross-legged and still continued to stare at Hershi.
"I'm Grace. Isn't your name Hershi? Your name is very pretty."

(No, Grace is NOT flirting haha she's way to young. She just thinks his name is epicness)