It's Different This Year... ~ A Hunger Games Role Play ~ Ope

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(Okay!)

Atomique yawns and then stretches her arms, she throws away the white gown with black streaks on the sofa and she dressed into her usual attire, a white blouse with black blazer, red skirt, long black socks and black leather shoes. The ice blonde leaves the room and then starts to walk a little in the halls, untying her hair from its usual braided fashion.

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Roan muttered something inaudible and began to head towards the ladder that led topside. "I'm going out." She'd said plainly, as she made her way up the ladder.
(Lol, I have no idea why, but I feel like dyes going out to get some milk...)

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Jaylon

I nodded at her.
"Want company?" I asked, knowing the answer was probably no, but offering anyway.

((Writers block. 0_o))

Zaire

I walked out of my room, in just jeans and a black T-shirt. It was the plainest thing I could find, of course.

((Geez. My writers block is getting worse.))

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(Wait, the Tribute in the same district is in one 'suite' right?)

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Roan stopped on the ladder and sighed. 'I guess one more go couldn't hurt.' She thought to herself then called back down. "Sure, why not?"

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(Wait, the Tribute in the same district is in one 'suite' right?)

((Yep ))

Roan stopped on the ladder and sighed. 'I guess one more go couldn't hurt.' She thought to herself then called back down. "Sure, why not?"

Jaylon

I smiled, and climbed after her on the ladder, at a slower pace than her, still recovering from my... Disagreement with my dad earlier. I pulled the hood of my jacket over my face. I didn't want to risk being spotted and recognised.

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(Oh ok thankss)

Atomique looks toward the creak of the door, the door swipes open and the Tribute from her district is revealed through the darkness in his room. Atomique lightly smiles, she had seen the boy train before, he's quick, in a way, he's going to be hard to kill. Atomique still with the expressionless face and monotonous voice sighs, folding the dress.

"Oh, it's you..." she mutters, arranging the dress and putting the attire on the sofa's armrest.

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Zaire

"Who else?" I replied, sarcastically. "Did you think district 3 sent a spy?"
I sat down on the sofa, allowing my hair to fall over my eye. I looked at Atomique, and sighed. She was just like everyone else in district two, from what I'd seen of her. Egotistical, stubborn and ignorant. Maybe she could fight, but she would need common sense more than anything. Something most of our district lacked to the extreme. I picked a random book off the shelf beside the sofa, and began to read. It was a dull book about the history of Panem, but it passed the time. Not like the Capitol offered anything more interesting.

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"District 3? Can they lend such money to hire one?" Atomique says, chuckling, remembering the time where buried her sickle in a female Tribute from Three. It is VERY visible that she is thinking about this violent image from her expression.

"Sorry..." she mutters, returning to her usual attitude.

"Why would you say such thing? Did you encounter one? A spy?" she continues, impatient as usual.

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Zaire

I rolled my eyes, looking up from the book.
"I was being sarcastic. I would've thought that was obvious," I replied. "I can't see any of the districts bothering to spy on the tributes, anyway. What good would it do, really?"
I turned back to my book, but I didn't expect our conversation to end there. It rarely did.