The 29th Annual Hunger Games! No longer accepting!

[elder price]

{Ok~! }

[Gui-Chi]

(if you don't make the district 4 guy by the same time, I'll be role playing him)

[elder price]

{ Ok. I will make him now. xD }

Adrian Clawe ~ Tall, lean, fast. 15 years old. He has thick dark brown hair and blue eyes. Good with spears.

[Gui-Chi]

(thanks! If you could post a training session as well, other wise he'll just get a 7. And that's because he's a career)

[Gui-Chi]

(Only 35 minutes left for you to post your training scores!)

[Gui-Chi]

THE TRAINING SCORES

Hunter 7
Satin 9
Jay 9
Avery 7
Jett 5
Baileese 4
Adrian 7
Inca 10
Tom 4
Ginger 3
Fin 2
Cat 6
Eric 8
Bonnie 6
Kole 4
Scarlett 7
Alex 5
Faith 3
Sahara 8
Joy 7
Peter 6
Grace 6
Jacob 6
Athena 8

Please remember that if you did not post your training session in time, you could get no higher than a 7, and other peoples scores were decided on what their tribute did. If you don't like your score, it's not my fault.

[raccoon bandit]

{Sorry... For late post Dx}
Baliessé
I stumbled into the dark room, looking straight at the daggers. Before I headed over, I raised my hand in a hardy hello to the judges, their unamused faces discouraged me, making me hunch over my shoulders and stalk towards the sliver blades, which glinted in the dim light. I grabbed one in my hand and bolted over to a training dummy, stabbing it several times. After I had sliced off a limb, and jabbed the back senselessly, I looked questioningly to the judges fot approval. Blank stares was all I got. I could fell tears welling up in my eyes. I just know I'm gonna die now.. I thought helplessly. No sponsors meant no chance.
"You may leave." I heard them say, then I walked out of the room, letting my hair fall into my eyes, as tears leaked down my checks.
Later, I sat on my districts couch, watching the TV in front of me, while I was sandwhiched between Jett and Corra, my mentor. As the screen flickered through scores, I sat on the edge of my seat.
'District one... District two...'
I sat on the edge of the velvety couch, cleching my fists. I could hear the blood roaring in my ears, all I heard was my score, not Jett's.
"Balieesé Lu, Score; 2 points."
I was going to die.

Sahara
I looked around the room, impatiently tapping my toe on the tile floor. I was district ten, so , naturally, I wasn't first to go. As I waited, I thought about home.. Making me want to punch someone in the face. I snarled, and glared at the floor.
"Sahara Jones."
I heard my named called, so I rose, shooting a glance at Joy, and walked into the dimly lit room. "First, I would like to introduce myself." I said, gripping the attention of the peace-keepers quickly. "My name is Sahara. I've had a pretty crappy life, so this'll be a big approvement. All I would like to say is; thank you. Thank you from taking me away from the life most people get to live fully. Thank you for taking me away from working with all the animals I loved so much, and thank you for being so immature and sending my uncle into the sick, twisted games when he was my age. I really appreciated that."
After saying that, I picked up a seventy pound weight, and threw it. Not to impress anyone, but, out of anger I did this. after, I turned and kicked a dummy's head off.
"Sahara Jones. Please leave." One judge directed sternly. I wouldn't need to be asked twice. I stalked into my room, alone, and stared at the TV screen until it flickered on after about an hour. The annoucer went through all the districts, finally reaching mine.
"Sahara Jones, score; 11 points."
"What.?"

{Guess I wasted my time for nothing D':}

[elder price]

Adrian

I rolled my eyes, not really caring what kind of a score I got. I knew I was going to just go with it, whatever the heck I did there, not like I was going to win anyways.

Scarlett

I let out a low breath, glad I got something higher than 5. But 7 wasn't very good either. I almost wanted to stab a table. But I kept my cool, now thinking of how to impress on the interviews. This is going to be hard. I'm not a very complicated or likeable person.

Peter

I let out a short exhale, slightly upset with my score, but then I remembered the promise I'd made to my sisters. In that arena, I'll show em who's boss.

[pandalolo]

Yes! Athena thought. I got an eight!!! Then she walked over to Scarlett and asked "What did you want to say to me earlier in the training center?"

"Hi," She said, holding out her hand to shake Athena's. "I'm Scarlett, District 8. Textiles. And that's Peter, Dictrict Eleven." She looked to Peter and he waved.

Distict 2, Jay Featherback, 9 Flashed across the screen. Jay stood up his mouth open in shock. His thoughts clicked and he realized that he might actually win.

[waistcoat&converse]

Inca sat hugging her knees on a plush green couch in her lounge. District two came and went, with predictably high scores for the careers. Then came her district partner, Adrian, with a seven. That's odd. she thought. Adrians a career too... Then they were flashing up a horrible picture of her, with a ten next to it. 10! The highest yet, and with all the career districts out of the way, it might even be the best! The rest of the scores flashed up, with a few surprises from districts 12 and 9, but Inca's score remained the highest throughout.


Fin didn't even bother to watch as his score came onto the screen. 2, he heard someone whisper. He turned around, and fled to his room

( Sorry Fin's was so short xD)