84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

[Freedom~Tonight]

Katrina looked up at Jace and smiled softly. "Thanks. That was Tanner." she said, and pointed to the picture of the muscular, tall and tan, brown headed boy in the picture. She thought of how his mother had come to see her the day she was supposed to leave. Her smiled faded slowly, thinking of that day. "You will make it back Jace." she said softly and looked back down at her locket. Jace reminded her so much of Tanner.

Jace looked at the picture a little deeper. "What do you mean was?" He looked at her. He looked at the hole in the painting then back at her and to the picture.

[Toma.]

Katrina looked down and rubbed the tiny picture of Tanner softly. "I-" she stuttered, not knowing what to say. She couldn't explain what had happened in the arena when Tanner died. Not to anyone. She shook her head and let a single tear fall, quickly moving her free hand up to her cheek and wiping it away as quick as she could, not wanting Jace to see it.

[anarchy, inc.]

{ ¤ 8 female and 11 male open, both tributes.
And would it be incredibly weird for Thera to have a crush on Cecil? I know they're from different districts and everything, but, yeah. XD ¤ }

[Aven]

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.

.:Karen:.

I watched him curiously before sitting down and placing my hands in my lap. I stayed silent, watching quietly. I stood after a moment and took a plate, getting myself a bread roll and some meatloaf before sitting back down. I took a small bite of the bread and looked down.

[gloaming]

Slowly, Cecil's gaze traveled around the room, blue eyes vlouded in confusion that there was a lot of glass on the floor. He looked down at his arms, seeing that they were bandaged but he felt pain now as the alcohol wore off, gritting his teeth. "What happened?"

(going to bed. Night!)

Adrian shrugged. "You were drunk, you got angry. The result is infront of you." He stood up stretching, dark circles under his eyes. "I was supposed to keep watch on you so you didn't try to mangle your arms anymore then they are." He turned to face Cecil, "I suggest you reassure Celeste that your okay. She was very worried. Alou helped a lot, you might want tp thank her." With that he turned, walking out the door, speaking nothing of what he did.
{Fail end is fail}

[reynard]

Alou had dozed off against the window, her mouth slack, but not completely open. Every few moments, she would twitch or jerk. However, her sleep was relatively peaceful to an outside eye. However, in her mind, she was getting reaped, over and over. She had volunteered, that was for sure, but in her dreams, she was called, and no one wanted to take her place.

[belle reve]

Braden shook his head, not trusting himself anymore. He'd just embarrass himself again; his face was already flushed a deep pink. Well, at least he proved that Gramt could smile and laugh. "I bet Isla noticed a few..."

Hershi shrugged. "I'm going to bed, okay?" The boy sighs, exhausted. Whatta day. Getting picked as District 9 tribute at the Reaping, hos family's goodbyes, Josslyn's attitude, meeting Grace, discussing his fate. Strange.

Cecil repeatedly twitched and whimpered in his slept, writhing in agony several times. The nightmares were terrible as ever, and he yelped a bit. Torture. Killing. Blood. Broken promises. "No," he mumbled over and over again in his sleep, a pained expression on his face. "Jasmine!" he screeched, sitting up immediately as his blue eyes fluttered open, breathing coming in short gasps.

~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. "I suppose so." He glanced over at Isla with a calm expression. "So, Isla? What did you notice?" With a quick glance at Braden, Grant added, "Any hot people to you?" Okay, everyone knows it was an open opportunity to pull that subject out when Isla's counterpart had mentioned a hot girl just before. Honestly, Grant wasn't very pleased with what he himself was saying, joking or serious; he just felt like he was forcing himself. Where did it go, anyway? He questioned himself. After all, words used to come much easier to him. Probably out the window with the end of the Victory Tour. The mentor broke from his thoughts to listen to Isla's answer.

(Muse lost >.< Will post Grace later >.<)

[k i n g]

(lol. Anarchy. that wouldnt really help Cecil , considering that Thera is a tribute XD
Gale, should we arrive at the Capitol now and just let the tributes hang out at dinner until everyone is on for interviews?)

[belle reve]

((I suppose that would work. ^^ How about within everybody's next two posts, they are now exiting the trains and heading to the hangout.

ATTENTION TO EVERYONE: See, we made this hangout up so people without a counterpart in their District, or haven't really gotten to associate with anyone, ect. can meet other tributes and give them something to do. It's just for tributes. You can dress up, or whatever you so please.

Vine, considering we have many more mentors this year than last, should we have a place for mentors to interact, also? But it may not be mandatory? Just an idea.))

[k i n g]

(Definitely. Like a hangout for mentors and another for Josslyn and Grant<333)