84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

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Anna clapped a hand over her mouth, nodding quickly. "So..um..--" she was cut off, sensing someone looking at them. She turned her head to see Jace smirking at Rulie and her face contorted into a serious face, if not a scowl. She could almost tell his thoughts before he turned away. He was taller than many of the others, and she assumed he thought it intimidated anyone younger and shorter. True, she was rather shorter, probably a few years younger, but there was no way she was scared. She was used to things like this. Closing her eyes for a mere moment, she could still remember one of the worst nights of her life. The mud sloshing through the forests as she and her friend Maisy raced out of the trees, the rain pouring down. That was the day her father had died. The death had always assumed he was struck by a tree, because a tree was struck by lightning by luck during the storm and fell on him. Though, there was mostly "city"-like vibe in her district. Industries took so much toll.

Maisy. Anna bit her lip. Poor Maisy did not deserve such ill luck, dying from a sickness that had spread throughout D3. She shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts, turning back to Rulie. Quietly so nobody else heard, she whispered to Rulie, "Don't you worry. I'm going to do everything I can to get you out of here alive. I promise." With that, she gave her a grin and a fake laugh, as if they were getting acquainted. She hoped it wasn't obvious she was from a Career district, because she did not wish to talk with a Career. Not now, not ever unless she must.

(I actually didn't intend for my post to be this long XD)

[Freedom~Tonight]

"That boy from 10 looks like he is going after the small and weak first." Rulie comented and found a couch in the corner and went to sit on it. She sat down and sank about a foot in. "Holy cow! This is one over-stuffed chair!" She exclaimed and giggled a little; making herslef look harmless so no one wouls suspect her quick cat-like reflexes, sharp mind, and ocasionaly vicious attitude. She smiled to Anna. "Do you have any family?"

Jace noted the girls scowl. A career that's not a career, interesting. He walked around; letting his shoulders relax and went to talk to at least one of the career tributes. (Anyone avaliable?)

[k i n g]

(Oh! Braden, D4, is a Career! He can talk to Jace ^^)

[~DELETE~]

☼ Isla ☼

I looked up, my eyes filled with hope. He thought it was cute? I smiled. When Grant offered me advice my eyes widened. He had advice? I hoped that he would, but for a second I thought I wasn't going to get any. "I'd love some advice," I told him, feeling more relaxed.

◄ Zane ►

I stepped off the train and took a big breath of fresh air. I never really cared for the Capitol, but I guess I had to deal with it. I looked around at all the tributes already here, and stiffened up. I wasn't really a people person... Perhaps I could just talk to Paisly.... No. I had to talk to others. People had to like me. I spotted a sofa with a girl on it. I sat next to her and smiled. I wasn't really looking for conversation, but I guess if someone talked to me, I'd talk back.

[Toma.]

Katrina hadn't slept all night. She had dreams about the terrorizing games and mostly, Tanner. She hated herself for opening up to Jace. He would be dead sometime soon, just like Tanner. She sighed and opened the door to her room and walked out. Don't pay him any mind. Ignore him. Don't look his way. her brain told her repeatedly. She shut her door and walked toward the open door Jace was standing in. "Move." she growled and pushed by him, walking into the cheering crowd, not daring to make any eye contact.

Jordan had prepared for the morning early before the time it was now. He had sat in his room, thinking over his talk with Josslyn. He sighed and lifted himself up off the bed, knowing it was time to go. He opened his door and made his way out, shutting it softly behind him. Glancing around the hall, he walked back toward the exit in the front, where they were all supposed to leave.

[Freedom~Tonight]

(Oh! Braden, D4, is a Career! He can talk to Jace ^^)

(ok have him come on over and strike up a convo. with Jace.)

[k i n g]

(Josslyn is in the escorts/mentors hangout in the Capitol, btw. I think it'd be funny if he tried to talk to her, then Grant walks in and gets jealous XD)

Braden was just wondering the technology-filled tribute hangout room, flirting with a girl tribute here and there. He knew that it was always the eyes that got 'em; one icy blue, one leafy green. Interesting. His mismatched gaze swept over the room, trying to find Isla, to no avail. Instead, he headed over to a black-haired boy (Jace), flashing him a smile. "God, you're tall," the blonde boy comments, although Jace was only about... maybe 3 inches taller?

[k i n g]

(I meant taller! XD)

[belle reve]

~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.
But, forget most of that. I'm seeing
Josslyn soon!"
Status: Dating Josslyn Foxwood
Crush: Josslyn Foxwood
Talking to: Isla

"Continue being yourself," Grant said plainly. "You've probably heard that before, but that's real advice to follow. I know for a fact that most guys hate stuck-up snobs or girls who seem to be trying to be impressive. It's irritating and a little creepy. You seem like a pretty good kid to hang around, so just keep the same way." Grant flashed a quick smile back at Isla. "That's probably the tip you most have to follow. But also, don't obsessively try to make conversation. Don't avoid some, though. Oh, and don't make any snap judgements he likes you. Just because he smiles at you or something could just mean he thinks of you as a good friend." He shrugged, trying to think of anything else to say. "I know every single word I said sounds horribly cheesy. But, it's true."

(Haha, that'd be hilarious!)

[Freedom~Tonight]

Jace nodded. "I get that alot." He looked the blonde boy over, not the sligest bit intemidated. "Names Jace, district 10." He held out a hand. "And you, my competition, are?" He smiled, not invietinly but not hostile, just netural, no way was he going to push away a possible ally.
(lol got it.)