*The 95th Hunger Games*NOT ACCEPTING*

[-Bacon]

(Whoops... lol xD Are they all on the same train? Or just their districts?)

[. w0nd3rlanD .]

(All on same train)

Arana walked around the train and looked for other districts. She was a wild child and no peace keeper could keep her away.

[-Bacon]

(Ok, thanks!)

Lyra refused to board the train, her bright blue eyes were filled with tears as she screamed for her familly. Four peace keepers surrounded her and her family, as she fought to get back to her brother, untill eventually giving up. They dragged her away as if they picked a puppy up by the scruff. "Sam!" she called out helplessly. He smiled weakly, though his eyes were filled with pain. He tried to reach her, but failed, "Remember what I told you!" he said to, still fighting for her, she nodded as they threw her on the train and shut the doors, she ran to the window and looked out as the peace keepers hit her brother over the head, and he lay on the ground unconcious, she heard her sister and mother scream, and she desperately tried to get out, but it was no use.

Lyra squinted her eyes closed tightly, not wanting to see anymore. She wiped her tears away from her eyes with her sleeve then made her way down the hall way. As she started down the corridor, an excited women approached her. Her skin was a bright orange, her hair pink. Her whole face seemed to be pierced and tattooed. She wore a long flowing dress with spikes coming out from the bottom. She knelt down 'Sweetheart, we're having lunch in five minutes. Don't forget to get changed into some more... appropriate clothing. You will find it in your wardrobe' she said in a high voice. Lyra gave her a cold stare and continued walking. She hated being patronized, even more than she hated talking to capital citizens.

[Scar.]

.:Vitani:.

Be assured that a walk
through the sea of most souls,
Would barely get your feet wet.

Vitani bit her lip, she had a tattoo on her left shoulder of a small flower, it carried on down her arm, coming to rest at her wrist were it wrapped around like a bracelet, also, on her ankle was a daisy chain, it wasn't a tattoo, it was a anklet, each daisy had been individually hand painted, and the 'stem' was also painted beautifully. So that nobody could tell the difference of that to a real daisy chain. The tattoo she had was of the flower, Snowdrop, because, it was he mums favourite flower, and her mother was desperately ill, it was the young teens way of mourning, get a tattoo. Anyway, as Vitani stepped into her room, she wrinkled her nose, everything was too clean. The young girl sighed as she flopped back onto the bed, not really caring about what was going on, just enjoying the time she had alone.

.:Luke:.

You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

As Luke stared out of the window, his mind wandered off. The teenager began to day-dream, not about home, nor the games, but about what was going on outside the train, the world that was rushing past them, he didn't care what else was happening, about the other tributes. All that mattered to him was his token, as long as he didn't lose it, apparently he would be fine. The teenage boy absent-mindedly twirled the stone in his fingers as he thought, he was staring out of a window, yet he wasn't seeing anything. To take a closer look at his eyes, one would notice that they were glazed, glassy, clouded over, and unseeing.

((Eep.. It's too early in the morning.. *hides under blanket* why won't the sun just shut up..?)))

[.Apocalypse.]

((Actually, it's third person, and that's what all roleplays use, this is the first I've seen that doesn't XD))

[. w0nd3rlanD .]

(What is third person??)

[eren.]

[First person: I, me, myself. Thrid: He, she, him, her. Hope this helps. Posting soon]

[. w0nd3rlanD .]

Seath is ushered into the dining room and is surprised to see the other tributes. He looked at the man that pulled out his name and frowned. "We have to eat with the people that may kill us?" He sighed heavily and slumped down on a chair.

[-Bacon]

Lyra reluctantly pulled herself away from the cold window, and ran to her room, wipping tears off of her face and closing the door. Overhead lighting, bleak and uncompromising shone down into the small room like a prison guard's searchlight, picking out every speck of dust, every mark on the cheap carpet, every smudged fingureprint on the window sill. It was a room which, Lyra suspected, had been used for many purposes; the ghosts of it's former occupants clung to it like cobwebs. Lyra suppresed the erge to cry again, and threw herself on the soft, comfortable bed, and hid herself under the sheets. The warmth and softness of it would be welcomed usually, but she found it hard to find conforting.

She sighed, and reluctantly pulled herself out from under the silk sheets, and got to her feet, whipping the last of her tears away. Her eyes were red and swore, but she remembered what her brother had told her, and the little training that she would have to force herself to do. Lyra opened a rather large draw in one of the many chester draws, searching for the plainest clothing items that she could find, which was hard since they were capitol clothes. She put on a long sleved, bright blue velvet shirt that matched her eyes, and a pair of long black pants. She combed her long, beautiful wavey blond hair, then tied it back into a pony tail that hung half way down her back. She quietly opened the door and creaped down the hall way, putting one of her cold hands to the train wall, sliding it along as she moved closer and closer to the scent of food.

[.Apocalypse.]

Bellatrix managed to pull herself out of bed. It's not like she was leaving anyone behind; her whole family had died in a flash fire, she manaqged to escape with a few burns. On that though, Bella pulled op the sleeve of her shirt and stared at the burs that stretched from her wrist to the inside of her slbow. That was only the smallest one. Ctching the smell of food, Bella followed it until she was in a room full of tributes, all sitting at a table. We have to eat with the people who are going to kill us?