Hunger Games rp (Not Accepting)

[==★ тea & caĸeѕ ★==]

{Awwwwww! Poor little Mercutio! D':
I'm gonna cry...I'm gonna cry...
I wanna wait for PresidentSnow...}

[lycr]

Mercutio Harriway
|District 12|Male|Age 12

”’s probably still there.” Mercutio felt his throat tighten uncomfortably, and gave a little cough. ”With the competition this year an’ all. And, when we get there,” Mercutio announced to his ally in the way a proud little child might have announced to an older brother, ”I’m going to try and start a fire. My hands are freezing, and I’ll bet your’s are too.”

Clomping through the snow, he was almost surprised to see that they have inexplicably reached their home base once again. Or, at least, they were close to it. Having an ally might actually not be as bad as the young antisocial had once thought. He had come closer to insanity than he had thought. ”’d you think Darren would come for us?” His inquiry was slow coming from him and as he walked, he wiped the dagger with a corner of his dirtied and mud-hardened sleeve. It seemed to do more harm than good, and Mercutio set the dirty knife into its sheath and put it back, giving up. I’m scared. He thought to himself, tightening his grip on the sword. And he had every right to be scared, right? He was little, and wasn't ready to grow up, yet.

((OOC: Don't worry Dia your post is fine. OwO
Oh I'll wait with you. This shall be my last post before turning in~))

[Dia.]

Wyatt nodded. "I agree. A fire will be great." He said slowly, his eyes dim with exhaustion and guilt.
The boy climbed clumsily up into the tree he had tied his backpack in and was pleased to see that it was still there. Just like Mercutio had said.
He had barely enough time to untie the ropes with his frozen fingers before both the pack and tribute came tumbling out of the branches.
Wyatt fell onto his rear, luckily into a snow bank. The first think he felt was embarassment, as the whole of Panem had most likely just seen his fall. However, a wide grin broke out onto his face after a moment and he started laughing as quietly as he could.

[sushii]

President, did Bella Boo talk to you yet? And Hazelwish did you reply to Nick yet? Also sorry for my absence guys I've been SUPER busy and my wifi was out again.))

[pep]

{ No, I don't think so... What was Nick's last post? }

[lycr]

Nick chill his head and poked her cheek. "Lies." He smiled a cheeky grin. "Spill."

^
that

Welcome back-recap's a few pages back, but I can give you the most part:
Rani has died.

because of my character.

Darren is currently looking for Rani, I believe, and the remaining tributes are all scattered throughout the arena-I would imagine that Nick, Callie, and Dylan are a few hours at least away from Wyatt and Mercutio. Play the other tribute of your's I guess. She's pretty likable. Maaaybe she could be in an alliance with Darren now that-

/shot, bricked, and doused in nitroglycerin

So yeah! Other than that, nothing really. Good luck!

[pep]

{ Awh, Hemerocallis, I luff yew <3 Thank you very much! }

Dylan shrugged off his words. All she felt was numbness. It was so cold. She just felt like crumpling to the ground and sleeping. Of course, that would probably lead to death.

[lycr]

Mercutio Harriway
|District 12|Male|Age 12

Mercutio found himself fumbling with the matchsticks now that he had the twigs and what looked like moss in a small, neat semicircle, his frozen digits struggling with the matchsticks as he tried to stop them from slipping from his grasp and falling to the ground. As efficient as he was at his age, with all the fancy knife tricks and survival skills, he would never perfect the other skills that he doesn’t need to perfect, like firebuilding. Literacy and arithmetic. School was nothing but an opportunity to recharge and rewind and go to sleep, and then he’s off hunting again, providing the necessities for his family. He told himself he never needed to learn that if all he was to be when he grows up is a miner-provided that he lived till then-many people in District 12 fell to starvation and diseases before 18. But now that there are eight tributes left in this arena, he found himself growing increasingly hopeful-that maybe he would see the kids again. People were taught to respect elders a long time ago, but since the Dark Days begun, no technology arose. Life was pushed back to primal or nothing. Even in the supposed ‘high technology’ capitol, they didn’t have too impressive stuff, and back then, when people are taught to respect elders, they did. But now, it’s whoever’s more efficient. He was the big guns in his family, since he provided the food and the money, even at his age.

Finally getting a respectable flame up, he sat back, deciding to warm his hands in the flame and turning to try and locate Wyatt. There was a thump from the opposite side of his head, and he turned around to see his ally in a snowbank. Good. That means that he wasn’t hurt. Mercutio could be called heartless, but he would never drag behind him a wounded tribute as an ally-it would mean misery for both of them. But to find the other boy laughing-Mercutio stopped in vague amazement. It had been years since he last heard a laugh from another peer-the kids back home are all stony-faced and just as starving as he was, if not, more. Mercutio was starting to sharply reprimand the boy when he found himself smiling a true smile, and then he suddenly felt happy-the storm has pretty much halted, there was a fire going, he had everything with him, and chances of living has just gone up by quite a lot. This was the life-he noted, and slowly he started to relax. So this is what it’s like being happy, right? He asked himself inwardly as he warmed his jacket and hands near the fire, just cheerfully laughing with a boy that Mercutio knew that he probably won’t have hesitated to call ‘big brother’ now. ”Come on, now-or else the fire’s gonna go out-“

This was happiness. He was sitting around a fire, unafraid if anyone was to come across them, since he felt sure that he would be able to overpower them, and he had a brother with him. A brotherly figure, actually. A comrade. (His own brother was bedridden and uses a wheelchair to get around at best, but only the rich people of the capitol could afford wheelchairs now. So, therefore, he can't walk. He can't hunt or support the family, either.)

[sushii]

Nick sighed. He felt like Dylan couldn't trust him. That's what it seemed she felt. Nick groaned a little, trying to brighten the mood failing.



Yes, thanks Hemer!)

[Burning_fire]

Rani made a small, choked sound, more scarlet blood leaking from her fresh wound. It didn't take long for her heart to stop. She lay still, her lifeless eyes staring at nothing and into the distance.

Moments later, a canon sounded, signifying her death.

Darren heard te cannon and ran faster, unsure of where he was going. Finally he found a pool of blood surrounding Rani. He couldn't move. He screamed and fell down, taking a big mouthiful of snow. Almost immediately, his heart stopped and he reached out, his hand resting on Rani's in eternal peace.

A canon sounds and the hovercraft comes to take the two away.