84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

[khaleesi,]

{Was I accepted and making my crush Josh}

[belle reve]

~Grace~

Grace's eyes fluttered to the ground. "I-I..." She began with a stutter, "The Games are scary, and unhumane." Yes, she got the word from Josslyn. That was a thing about Gracie; if she heard new words, they'd stick in her head until she found a meaning. Then, she'd start saying it. The girl slowly shook her head, still unsure. "I don't know who either of those people are..." She shrugged, putting on a bright smile again. "But, I don't really guess I need to know. Not on my history test: whatever!" Grace tilted her head back and forth to leave a moment of pause between the two subjects. "Well, at least scary boy make a good brother! Maybe this Grant kid is a bad influence on Josslyn."

[lycr]

Kersey Litster
District 7|Male|Age 15

...The Hunger Games are a joke.

With a wry smirk pasted on Kersey’s pale lips, he sighed to himself several times. He always did get restless, angry, and just annoyed around this time of the year, despite the fact that he was always happy any other time.

“Ready for the Games?”

It was mother, sternly frowning at his bedroom door. “Kersey Litster, please tell me you are at least getting out of your pajamas.”

Ugh.

It seemed so uncomprehendable how by-the-book and stern his parents were, and Kersey could finally stop his sighing, dragging himself off his bed. By this time, if this was any other day, the loggers would get out of town and start on the...you know, logging? But alas, today was the Reapings, and all the loggers are at home, either preparing for the Reapings if they are underage, or preparing for their kin’s reapings. With a final sigh, Kersey smirked and pulled his lazy butt out of bed, staring at the few pants and shirts that made up his closet. Why not just put on anything at hand? Kersey thought to himself in slight annoyance as he shrugged. Why not.

He was in a hurry to do things quickly. Then, he could get to the Reapings Rendezvous quickly. Then, he could get the darned thing going and done. Then, he could go home and enjoy the rest of his unoccupied day. Maybe going down to the River for a swim, or something?
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“Kersey, please meet us at this spot after this nonsense is over.”

“Saffron, I want you to behave.”

“Tassel, take care not to make an impression on the Peacekeepers.”

Of course. Mom and dad are overthem, the usual. Sighing, Kersey looked the two of them in the eye- “Listen, mom, dad. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” Leaning forwards to give his parents a small hug, Kersey smiled, before slipping into the anonymity of the crowd.

Waiting was torture. It was like waiting for death.

But the worst part, Kersey soon found out, was the Reapings, when the escort pulls the names out from the jars themselves...that, my friend, is the worst part. And when the escort smiles down at the slip of paper, clearing their throat and belting out, “Kersey Litster!” at the top of their lungs, Kersey didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or faint.

Laugh? Well, this was just absolutely uncomphrendable. Cry? Well, he was just about sentenced to death. Faint? Well, when you find that your name was drawn in a ball of 10 thousand names to get hurled into an arena on national television, well, that want to faint is justified.

Kersey felt himself dry-retch as the crowd steps away, making a clear path to the stage. Holy cow...I’m going to have to go up there, right? I’m going to have to die, right?

Well, that sure is a day well spent.

[Aven]

.:Karen:.

I sat alone on the train, my hands folded neatly in my lap and my eyes cast downwards. My thoughts wandered to the Games. What would it be like? Would I even survive the first day? Would I survive the Bloodbath? Most of the tributes probably were fifty pounds or so heavier than me, and much stronger. I had always been the 'runt', you could say. I was very skinny, almost unhealthily skinny, and although in fine shape, I wasn't strong. I looked up and stared out the window at the passing fields as the train headed toward the Capitol. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and clasped my hands tighter together. I had to try. I had to at least try to get out of this stupid thing alive. I had a chance, if I worked at it.

[k i n g]

(Which page was your form on again, Katniss?)

"Grant isn't a bad influence," Hershi shakes his head. "I've talked to him before and he seems like a pretty nice guy. Josslyn doesn't do anything different; except for the hunting thing and not being as social. She.. comes alive when he's around. Her face just lights up with pure happiness. It confuses me..."

[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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.:Username:.
!*KatnissEverdeen*!
.:Full Name:.
Toby Watchmen
.:Age:.
20
.:Gender:.
Pretty sure I am a guy
.istrict:.
2
.ersonality:.
Toby is cold hearted. He doesn't care for anyone but himself. He doesn't even care for his family. He lives alone. he will die alone. Unloved.
.:History:.
He won the 81st Hunger Games.
.:Family:.
Doesn't really bother
.:Skill(s):.
Mentor
.:Greatest Fear(s):.
Uh nothing to special. Becoming gushy lovey.
.:Crush:.
Love is for wimps
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
Uh love stinks
.:Spouse:.
No comment
.:Children:.
.........NO
.:Tribute?:.
Mentor
.:Token:.
Mentor
.:Weapon:.
Nope
.:Other:.
Mentor for district 2

{ANd did Gale tell you. Since district 2 boy was taken we are making Toby 20 and a 80th year hunger game victor}

[k i n g]

(Okay. Please edit the form so it says he's a mentor. For District 2, right? If yes, then he could be the victor along with the other District 2 mentir XD)

[belle reve]

(Which page was your form on again, Katniss?)

"Grant isn't a bad influence," Hershi shakes his head. "I've talked to him before and he seems like a pretty nice guy. Josslyn doesn't do anything different; except for the hunting thing and not being as social. She.. comes alive when he's around. Her face just lights up with pure happiness. It confuses me..."

~Grace~

Grace tilted her head to the side. "Maybe protective brother instincts." She shrugged, unsure. "Did Josslyn used to be in love with hunting? Was she good?" Grace couldn't help but widen her smile as hershi talked about how she lit up when Grant was around. "That sounds so sweet! It's like a romantic thing: They want each other, but can't have each other. Adorable!" She clapped, then frowned. "I see why the Capitol people love it. They can make a big spectical out of it."

[khaleesi,]

{Okay just give me a quick sec}

[k i n g]

"Joss hunted almost all the time. It was after our mother's death and growing up in a family of guys that toughened her. She's the best humter I've ever seen," Hershi nods, smiling at the thought of his sister. "It's not as adorable as you think..."