84th Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Not Accepting

[reynard]

Adou groaned, pushing herself away from Adrian lightly. Slamming her head against the wall behind her, she left it leaning against it. 'Hello Cecil.' She said, her eyes closed, but still short of breath. 'Wonderful of you to check on us right at the most inconvenient second possible. You happy now?' The red head hissed, lowing her head forward so her forehead was pressed to Adrian's chest.

[k i n g]

No. I was just watching you dig deeper graves for yourselves," Cecil retorts icily. "Good luck in the Games; I'll try to skip watching your deaths the first day."

[gloaming]

Adrian grimaced at their mentor though not exactly surprised to see him. "You know what the hell is your problem?!" Adrian's eyes blazed. "Your such a b@stard and I don't even know why! I never did anything to p!ss you off until now and you were just always a complete @ss." He frowned. "You know I don't give a flying crap whether you train me. You know why? I'm going to die out there. I have a whole life to live in these next few days. Why the hell can't you just give me one minute of happiness?!" He stared at him eyes ablaze, face flushed, demanding an answer
(( merv... not what I wanted... oh well))

[Nazirah]

~ Yveri Thayer ~ District 8 Mentor ~ To Thera ~

Yveri strode through the halls and to the backstage of the studio where the interviews were held rather quickly, even wearing heels; she had had ample time to practice walking in heels. Once she entered the area were the tributes were waiting, she slowly, her keen eyes looking quickly around the room until she found her tributes. Then she set off towards them. "Hello, Thera," she greeted, giving the girl a smile although it was rather tight. "You know me, at least by reputation, your mentor, Yveri Thayer. Have you worked out your angle yet?" she asked, rather than just diving in with her opinion. She wanted to see how her tributes worked under pressure; besides, Thera knew herself far better than Yveri did and could have come up with something great without her mentor knowing.

[reynard]

Alou gave a small gasp, not ready for Adrian's outburst as her head was against his chest. Agile as ever, she slipped out from the small space between Adrian and the wall. For once, she didn't speak, she didn't retort with an icey cool. She just stood back, her grey eyes flicking between Adrian and Cecil with uncertainty. Adrian's words struck her the most. He was not planning on making it out of that Arena alive. Alou was.

(( And if Adrian does end up dying, I just thought of an EPIC death scene idea with Alou and he XD ))

[gloaming]

(( yay for epic death scenes! Adrian is sorta a fail xD watch him survive for some odd reason, that would really piss Cecil off))

[reynard]

(( It would be all cute, sentimental, and a little bit of witty humor ^^ XDDD ))

[gloaming]

((Ooh good! I can do witty and cute! Sentimental I can do but I need to be in the mood... hmm ah it'll work xD))

[anarchy, inc.]

Thera
{ >>District 8, Tribute<< }

She looked up icily, crossing her arms with sight disdain. "Yes, I know you," she sad, voice short and almost snappish. Great, she finally had to interact with people. Whoopee. "And yes, quite frankly I do, no thanks to you." she hissed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. The top was braided beautifully with crystals to match her light emerald gown, which was very slim and sexy at the top, also decked out in clear crystals, until it loosened up into gorgeous ruffles at the bottom. Her eyes glittered with controlled malice, matching her green dress.

[Aven]

[color=#408000].:Karen:.

"So..." I murmured, turning my head slightly to face Blake. "Do you have any ideas...for strategy in the Games?" I asked him. It would be nice to have a friend in the arena. And to have some sort of idea of what we were going to do.

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