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

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Atomique blinks rapidly as she goes back to reality, escaping from her violent memory.

"Hm... if they did hire one, they'll probably use them to detect the other Tributes' capabilities and skills... and then... probably they'll have the upper hand to win. That is a foolish idea, though... the people of Three aren't stupid... most of the time." Atomique says, descending to the sofa, her head pressing on the cushion.

"Ugh, this is so boring... I'll have to play the games again?" she continues, looking at her nails, she gazes at the boy near her, and then smiles.

"I suppose you can't wait to plunge your bladed weapon into THEIR body..." she utters, fantasizing about the Arena.

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Zaire

I rolled my eyes again, then sighed.
"Thanks, but I'll not go looking for a fight. That's step one to getting yourself killed. I'll let the fight come to me, if it has to," I replied, a bored tone in my voice. "And as for spies, it wouldn't exactly give them an upper hand, more give us a lower one. Since they'd still have each other to worry about. And, once again, I was being sarcastic. So, of we could let that passing remark slide..."

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Atomique dismissed her ability to not detect sarcasm and then brushed it off.

"Tell me... are you going to join the Careers...? Is this your first time participating?" she sighs, raising her feet in the air. Atomique stretches her arms and she looks at Zaire with a confused look yet with a smirk.

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Zaire

I laughed, quietly.
"The careers? No. They're far too headstrong, and would probably, more than likely, be the death of me. No... If I'm allying up at all, it won't be with the careers."
I closed the book.
"And you? Are you with the careers or going solo?" I asked, looking at her.

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"I'll tag along... and... and then kill them in their sleep... easy and silent... and... fun." Atomique whispers, she smiles violently, rather deranged.

"Probably I'll recruit more Tributes... and I'll repeat the cycle, killing them while they rest... probably I'm gonna injure one of them." she explains, still grinning wickedly.

(I'm gonna go to sleep! Bye!!!)

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Zaire

I raised an eyebrow.
"Remind me never to ally with you, then," I replied. Not that I would. I didn't get on with people, so I definitely had not been planning any partners. I didn't trust people, and it was fair judgement since they were going to end up killing me anyway. I tried to avoid talking to people, as well. I didn't want to get close to people who were going to kill me, or who I was going to kill. And there was always a possibility of both, though the former was far more likely.

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Basil smiled softly and waved to Phillip as she walked into her room. She went straight to the soft cloud cushy bed, and jumped onto it, bouncing on her back. She looked at the ceiling and fiddled with her gold locket, her smile rapidly disappearing as she thought about what she was going to have to do to survive the days to come.

Roan shrugged as they ascended the ladder and waited for Jaylon at the top, hands in pockets. "Sooooo, I was going to go get some milk. Care to join?" She said repressing the urge to laugh, but a smile nevertheless spreading across her lips. Her red hair began to blow wildly in the wind, and she pulled it back into a ponytail. "I'm sure nobody would expect the president's son picking up milk at the corner store." She laughed again.

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Jaylon

"I offered, didn't I?" I said, smiling at her from under my hood. "But hopefully no one recognises me as the president's son, or I'll get dragged back to him, kicking and screaming" I added, with a small laugh. On saying that, though, I had been out for a while. No doubt Dad had sent someone out to look for me by now. But I wasn't worried. After all, how likely was it really I would be found?

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Zaire

I raised an eyebrow.
"Remind me never to ally with you, then," I replied. Not that I would. I didn't get on with people, so I definitely had not been planning any partners. I didn't trust people, and it was fair judgement since they were going to end up killing me anyway. I tried to avoid talking to people, as well. I didn't want to get close to people who were going to kill me, or who I was going to kill. And there was always a possibility of both, though the former was far more likely.

"Why not? You're part of the Career... aren't you? It'll be fun, yet I possess not the knowledge of the Tributes from One." Atomique mutters, trying to coax her district partner to cooperate with the Careers.

"I'll help you... I can assist you in the Cornucopia Bloodbath." she persuades, accepting her offer will lead to Zaire's downfall or to his fortune. Atomique looks desperate, what if she got stuck with the two Tributes from One? District One's people are narcissist (according to Atomique, of course) they are too vain for her liking.

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Zaire

"Actually, I can't exactly be counted a career," I replied. "There's a bit of a long story behind that. As for the blood bath, I intend not to be involved in that. I'm not allying at all, anyway. I can't exactly be called social, and my ally would just end up annoying me. Why, scared of ending up alone?"
My last comment was meant as a joke, but I knew well it could taken as otherwise. Not that that bothered me. I really couldn't care less about other people's feeling, and besides, she was district 2. They rarely got bothered by words.