Welcome to the 45th ♡Hunger Games♡ closed

[Evanlyn]

(Accepted)

[trickszy]

(Okay so what's going on at the moment?

[*Midnight Stars*]

Name: Daniel Riley
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Personality: cocky and full of himself, but will kill without remorse. Likely to live as he's a proud Career.
District: 1
Reaped or volunteered: volunteered after some twelve year old was picked.
Other: gets all the sponsors *wink*

[Evanlyn]

(Accepted)
(Interviews...we began with female district 12...now is the male)

[trickszy]

Arisa nibbled her lip, scared. She was wearing a light, feathery white dress, and around her neck were white fluffy earmuffs. She wore white boots as well. The softness of the dress comforted her, reminded her of snow.

[strawberry smoke]

{{><}} C a r t e r B l u e {{><}}
I stumbled as I attempted to walk in the heels my stylist is making me wear. The dress did help either. I wore a short plain grey dress, that was very tight might I add. As my stumbling continued I bumped into a girl and frowned at my stupidity. "I'm sorry I bumped into you. It was a mistake." I mumbled quietly. I didn't want to make too many enemies already. I ran a hand through my long blonde hair and waited for her reaction.

Astrid
I backed up a few paces, momentarily surprised that the girl had bumped into me. I looked up and smiled gently. "It's no problem," I said gently. Normally, I would have completely ignored the girl all together, but that seemed like a pretty good way to get enemies, which was something I really didn't need right now.

[p e a c h y]

Alice Smith- District 1- Career

I walked comfortably in my 2 in. Blue heels. I was wearing a knee length royal blue dress... With lots if ruffles I may add. I straightened my dress and walked around irritably and thinking about the other tributes

[Evanlyn]

Eleonora
I looked at my gorgeous turqoise dress and smiled, finally I could wear it. I was really excited and couldn't wait to start the fights

Lizzy
I looked around nervously and sighed, I was nervous and scared

[SunnyJustice]

Odis Banks leaned against the cold brick wall, sizing up the other tributes and devising battle plans. He was in a simple mahogany-coloured suit with black pants, nothing that detracted from his looks or drew too much attention to his appearance. The boy from District Two saw his district partner out of his peripheral vision, and turned to her.
She's stunning in that dress. The boy thought, although he would never admit it. More so than any other tribute. The others are nothing but children who will die in the Hunger Games, but Eleonora's from District Two, my district... the district that will have a victor this year, which could be either one of us. I'll be sure of that.
"What're you planning for your interview?" He asked casually. "My mentor wants me to be brutal and savage, which for me, won't be hard to pull off." The District Two boy grinned.

Eden Marshall waved at Arisa in a friendly manner. "Hey," he called, "you okay? You look a bit shaken." He hoped the younger girl wouldn't respond in a hostile manner. It saddened Eden whenever someone was aggressive towards him, since he loved people and he didn't like to make anyone upset at all.

[BriocheTheCat]

Rita Mill - District 9

I dig my fingers into soft cream colored fabric, and stare out towards the stage. It'll be a bit longer till my interview- but I suppose that's good. I've got enough fighting for my attention. I'm a bit nervous though... I have to make them like me. I haven't figured out much of an angle. I certainly wouldn't want to appear weak. I make a mental note. Be brave- and confident. No one will sponsor a weakling. No one will sponsor me- as myself, that is. I run my fingers through my bun, which has been done by my stylist. It's rather fancy for me, and I'm not use to having my hair done up all pretty- and the sort. In District 9, we went with what was most functional. A blonde curl hangs over my forehead. I push it back behind my ear, then stand completely still, looking as if I've been frozen. Thoughts are run over my mind like a truck, blowing all logical pieces of information to bits.