84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

[Freedom~Tonight]

Jace smiled, "Forehead, I was told aim for centril body like chest or stomach, less likely to miss." He trailed off examing the knife embeded inth painted man's forehead.
(She changed it from 5 to 3 and she can make a target to kill character right?)

[reynard]

Alou heard him hiss in pain. Rolling her eyes in a humorous manner, she tossed a bandage over her shoulder, hitting him in the head with it. She didn't put the blouse back on, so she shivered when a soft breeze tickled her. With only a very tight cami shirt on, she didn't have much to block a breeze. She didn't dare put a blouse back on though, as to not get it bloodied. Picking up the big glass pieces, she managed to avoid cutting open her feet more.

[darĸнowl]

DISTRICT 1 - ESCORT

.:CELESTE WINCHESTER:.

Celeste nodded and hurried off to get a broom. She came back a few moments later with it and started to clean up the glass.

[Aven]

(( Oh shoot, I forgot I had him! SURE! =D ))

Blake walked into the dining car carefully. His blonde hair was combed, so he reached up and pushed a hand through it, making it ruffled again. Sitting down at the table with food, he looked at the girl in the car. 'Happy Reaping Day.' He said, his twisted humor showing through. Helping himself to a plate of lamb, he looked at her. 'My name is Blake. You?'

(Thanks ^^)

.:Karen:.

I looked up as my District partner wandered over. "Happy Reaping Day," he said humorously and sat down, grabbing a plate and filling it with lamb. I didn't think Reaping Day was very funny, especially since we happened to have been chosen as Tributes for the Hunger Games. I watched him. "I'm Karen," I said after a moment. "Nice to meet you."

[k i n g]

(Yeah... Basically, almost everyone has one or two characters that will be killed XD)

Cecil resembled a child that had been scolded for breaking a plate as he sat, ankles crossed, hands in lap, gaze flitting around the room. And, in this case, he almost was a child. "It eats you from the inside out," he says quietly, his voice sirprisingly not slurred. Then his moment of being serious quickly passed, falling into a numb stupor. His eyelids drooped, indicating that he was close to passing out from exhaustion.

[Toma.]

Katrina watched as Jace walked over to the painting and examined it. "Depends who throws it. I usually aim for forehead, as they will most likely be dead then. Hit them below and they could fake it, then when you go to check them and steal their stuff, they turn around and kill you." she explained as she walked back over to her glass of whiskey and took a drink of it.

[belle reve]

District 9 ~ Mentor ~ 18 years
Mood: Irritated
Status: Dating Grant Odair
Crush: Grant Odair
Talking To: Jordan
Location: District 9; Train

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The auburn-haired girl glared after Jordan before staking back into her room and slamming the door shut. She didn't care where the doofus came from! He lived in the Capitol and worked for the Capitol as a stupid escort for these stupid Games! All of the emotions started bubbling up inside Josslyn until she finally punched a hole in the wall and smashed her mirror, flopping down her bed and crawling under the covers. She decided that she was going to sleep and plan out her mentor duties until they reached the damn Capitol; and that she was going to avoid that guy as long as she could. With a long sigh, she closed her blue eyes and drifted asleep.

(Well, Peeta, not very much with you characters. If I'm right, Jace is District 19 male tribute and Toma has the District 10 mentor, so I think they can interact ^^)

District 1 ~ Mentor ~ 19 years
Mood: Slightly Drunk
Status: Single
Crush: ---
Talking To: Alou
Location: District 1 Train

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"Adrian has a better chance at winning than you do, Alou," Cecil says, his tone serious and voice missing the slur as he took a drink of whiskey. "Don't get over confident, sweetheart. That's how they all die in the Games." He handed over the pastries, and, on that happy note, declared, "I'll be in my room. Someone tell me when we reach the Capitol." The mentor nods and walks away, adding a stumble for the effect of them thinking he were drunk. Actually, he had a natural high tolerance for alcohol and it took a lot of drinking to actually get him real drunk. He slipped into his room and closed the door, pouring out the glass of whiskey into the sink of his bathroom. This acting stuff was pretty fun.

District 9 ~ Male Tribute ~ 15 years
Mood: Scared
Status: Single
Crush: ---
Talking To: Grace
Location: District 9 Train

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"Me? Yeah, I'm scared too. There's a good chance I won't make it out, especially if it comes down to the Careers. I don't like to kill. Heck, I even feel bad when I shoot a deer!" Hershi sighs, a frown on his lips as he ran a hand through his auburn hair. "I'm pathetic. You got a better chance than I do. No one gets lucky enough to have two victors in one family; and my family's luck is going downhill for this one."

District 4 ~ Male Tribute ~ 15 years
Mood: So-so
Status: Single
Crush: ---
Talking To: Isla, Grant
Location: District 4 Train

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Brady hadn't really noticed Grant walking in, absorbed in watching the Reaping for District 10 as he sized up his opponents. "Hmph." He was snapped out of thought when he heard Isla talking and looked their way. "Grant, you don't drink, right?" he asks, a look of concern on his face. He'd heard so many stories about some Districts having mentors that went crazy from the Games and got drunk during the training sessions; and their tributes didn't make it out ninety percent of the time. He didn't want that to happen.

~Grant Odair~

District 4 | Mentor
Location: Train to Capitol
Feeling: "Well, my head hurts like crap,
I'm worried out of my mind for Josslyn,
"And I feel I need to be somewhat useful."
Status: Dating Josslyn Foxwood
Crush: Josslyn Foxwood
Talking to: Braden and Isla

Grant nodded to Isla. "Thanks." He folded his arms, eyes settling back onto the screen. He reached for the remote, but paused as soon as Brande asked him if he drank. The mentor looked over at his tribute and shook his head. "No. For one, I'm only seventeen. Two, I find it useless. It doesn't improve your problems, it makes then worse." He replied calmly, yet indifferent. The second reason was referring to the so many rumors he'd heard about mentors drinking loads after the Games for the rest of their lives to hide the pain. After a moment, Grant grabbed the remote and paused the television. "Alright, we've gone up to District 10. Tell me your thought on tributes that have stood out to you. They can be good allies, deadly enemies, or there's something weird in which they act. Anything, tell it now. I want to see what you can guess about your opponents." He glanced between the two tributes, waiting for an answer.

~Grace~

"At least you know HOW to kill." Grace said quietly. After a moment, she added, "And you look strong. I bet you could be in the Career pack, or make it out alive. If you know your herbs and such, you have a good shot. And, you're not pathetic. Like I said before, you could make it. The odds could be in your favor." But, despite what she was saying, Hershi's words echoed in her head. -No one gets lucky enough to have two victors in the family.- He's probably right, she thought sadly. They probably made sure he was picked, to make more drama. And now they might just have him dead.

(I don't have too long D: )

[reynard]

Blake looked up at the girl. 'Nice to meet you. Although, I do so wish it was not under these circumstances, yes?' Her let her have a sad smile, before taking a bite of food. 'Have a seat, I don't bite, even if it looks like I do.' He said, his blue eyes looking up at her.
((I altered his personality a bit, sorry XD ))

Alou looked up at Cecil sharply. Nightmares, she knew instantly that was what he was talking about. Her grandfather, he was always like this. He had taken to drinking after years after his games, finding it his only way to get away. Her family lived with him, so she heard the screams at night, the crying, the sobbing. Now she knew why.

[Freedom~Tonight]

(lol I don't want Rulie to die! Not just yet lol, and Jace is a career so it would be weird if he got killed right away lol So cunfused!)

Jace turned to face pulling the knife from the wall. "Good point." He was enjoying his 'private' talk with his mentor. He smiled and slid the knife down his arm, the hilt landing in his hand and he flung it, sticking into the table less than an inch from her wiskey.

(Anyone from 11 on the train avaliable to rp with Rulie?)

[gloaming]

Adrian scowled as Alou hit him in the head with the bandages. Ignoring them he continued picking up the glass and tossing it in the rubbish bin. He turned, barely catching Cecil's comment. "I know." He breathed, barely loud enough for himself to hear. In his mind flashed the image of a boy, not yet 13 standing infront of the district as tribute. His fathers enraged face because he hadn't volunteered,his grandpa's disappointment in him not saving an innocenr childs life. He shuddered and bent down again, trying to keep his hands from shaking