Hunger Games rp (Not Accepting)

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{I can't wait for the next games to start! I was hoping to make just a boy and a girl, the girl sixteen and the boy seventeen. Haven't figured out their names yet...but I'm gonna start planning ahead ^~^ }

[lycr]

Mercutio Harriway
|District 12|Male|Age 12

He had excused himself just a mere ten minutes ago, leaving the fire and supplies with his new ally, and although he was really in no condition to travel anywhere, he had stored two or three packs at a hidden shelter at around the first day, and couldn’t wait to get the extra gauze-they sure needed it. He trusted that Wyatt won’t bound off with the supplies as he left, he just had a feeling of trust about some people, and some others, not quite so much.

Needless to say, he still walked at an awkward limp, his legs cramped and the flesh little more than frozen. But they had a fire, and he should be thankful about such matter. And as he walked, he found that a large landmass now caught his eye-he could have sworn that the snow-capped mountain wasn’t there before. Well, there was the shelter. A tiny cave at best, really. He had stored three packs: Pan and Caspian’s looted bags and an extra Cornucopia bag, and there was nothing Mercutio could do to lift these up in the air, he was no superhuman. And so he had just hoped that the things about be where he left them, and they are where he left them, thankfully. Well, it wasn’t much of a surprise, considering that there’s seven of them left now, and most of them are incompetent losers. A delightful and rather feral smirk was on his face as he dragged the cold packs from the ground, watching as a heavier weapon slipped from the precarious bundle and clattered to the ground. It must have been more than he had bargained for when stones got dislodged from the ceiling of the cave, clattering to the ground. That’s when the deeper rumblings started, increasing bit by bit until he instinctively knew how everything was wrong -just the mountain there-it had been no big deal-could have been a volcano for all they knew-but it had just gone off without warning-

This...this wasn’t good, right?

Meanwhile, the dry slab of snow slides down the mountainsides, destroying all in it's wake.

((OOC: Yes so have I
I have my little minion tributes planned out all nicely and carefully. ufufufufufu~
Also a bit of avalanche-power-playing in this post, but this Games is pretty much over from when the victors are decided.Let me know if you want it changed))

[Dia.]

{{I've already PMed Snow my forms for my new characters for the next games... Yes... I'm that crazy about planning ahead. :3}}

Wyatt heard the rumbling. What in the world could that have been? He asked himself, getting to his feet, spear in hand. He stood awkwardly and stiffly, still not quite thawed from sitting around the fire.

One never knew what a noise like that could mean... especially when you are one of the 7 tributes left in the death trap known (non)affectionately as the Hunger Games.

His heart beat a little faster when he noticed something: A wall of white was tumbling towards the center of the arena. He and Mercutio had set up camp right in the wake of the avalanche. He could only hope that the younger tribute was going to be safe... wherever he had wandered off to.

With adrenaline pumping through his veins, Wyatt left the camp in a rush, trying to head off the avalanche and head the other direction. The only thing he kept clutched in his frozen grasp was his spear. However, his days in the arena had left the once strong 18 year old weakened. His lack of endurance and stamina shocked him when he realized that there was no way to escape the slab of snow falling down the mountain side.

The boy stopped, sliding in the snow a bit. The thought crossed his mind to eat the snow and forget about the freezing death of suffocating under the snow. However, what would the people at home think of that? That he was too afraid to let death come as it was meant.

There was a sense of finality as he watched the avalanche approach quickly. There was no more running - no more fear. He was no longer a pawn in the Capitol's game.

Yes!

A slow smile spread across the young man's face, helping add the insanity to his face that his delusional eyes failed to express. He would no longer be the Capitol's puppet. Wyatt could barely feel his limbs trembling as he raised his arms as if to say "Come at me."

As the white overtook the final tribute from District 10, Wyatt's final thoughts revolved around his family, Felicity, and eventually Mercutio. How he hoped that the boy from 12 would win; that he somehow survived this finale that he knew the Gamemakers constructed.

The cannon sounded. Wyatt Trymble, 18 year old male tribute from District 10, was dead.

{{Poor Wyatt... D': Anyway, his final post had to be dramatic and longer than any of my others.}}

[==★ тea & caĸeѕ ★==]

{I created my characters for the next RP!! I just hope the other tributes come on soon so we can end this and crown Mercutio! ^^ }

[pep]

Dylan couldn't feel anything. Not even her muffled heart- beating very slowly as the seconds ticked on. "I love you too, Nick..." she murmured weakly. Before she could stutter another word, she slumped against Nick, deceased at last. The cold had chilled her blood to an extent. The cannons sounded, explaining Dylan's death. District Five's two tributes were dead now, sending a jolt through the population.

[==★ тea & caĸeѕ ★==]

{Derek will get to see Dylan again in Heaven :3 }

[pep]

{ Yep. D'aww, that's so cute. c: }

[Burning_fire]

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heres the new version!! Mercutio is the winner! Congrats!!

Oh and Dia. I'm really sorry, I accidently deleted your forms. Can u repost them on the forum? Whatever position you had, you'll get. Don't worry.

[sushii]

Dylan couldn't feel anything. Not even her muffled heart- beating very slowly as the seconds ticked on. "I love you too, Nick..." she murmured weakly. Before she could stutter another word, she slumped against Nick, deceased at last. The cold had chilled her blood to an extent. The cannons sounded, explaining Dylan's death. District Five's two tributes were dead now, sending a jolt through the population.

At first Nick had thought DYlan had fallen asleep. But when a canon went off his entire world went silent. His entire body went numb. His heart literally burst. He felt a horrible throb of pain shoot through his body, and bloody tears swam down his pale face. He stared at Dylan. He never got to kiss Dylan. He never got to give her true love. He never got to do anything. Never nothing. She was dead and Nick wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. And so he did. A blood curdling scream echoed through the forest, and he held the piercing sound long and loud. When out of breath. Nick gripped Dylan.s body and kissed her frozen, blue lips. He bit his lip, leting it bleed. Nick blinked away his tears, vision blurry from the wetness. He hugged her body tightly and then stood up. He grabbed out his dagger and slashed at the ground, and dug with his hands. After an extremely long time, Nick had made a huge hole in the ground. He looked at Dylan and hugged her frozen body, sobbing loudly in her shoulder, before gently resting her body in the whole. He grabbed the rose he ment to give to her from behind a tre where he left it, and put it in her hands. I will see you in heaven my love.." He whispered in a crackled voice, and then grabbed a bunch of flowers from around. He put them all around the whole, and burried her under the ground, covering her beautiful body with dirt. When finished Nick fell to his knees, clenching his fists and sobbing loudly. He racked his fingers through the dirt. One question rang in his mind. WHY. Why why why why!? He fell to his side, and just stared at the space beyond him. Nick grabbed a stick and wrote words in the dirt.

Beloved,

R.I.P my wonderful Dylan. I love you, so so much. I will see you in heaven my baby girl.

Nick-

Nick cried, and layed on his back to stare at the clouds.

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Callie limped over to the water.She was the last to second one left.It felt great but she couldn't hold out any longer.It's not like they'd do the starcrossed lovers thing like they did for district 12 a few years ago.Callie slid down to her bottom.She sighed deeply and closed her eyes.Putting her three finger to her lips she sent them off with a kiss.Her friends...all gone."I love you guys."she saidfor Dylan and Nick only best friends is what they were...This was it she officially hated the Hunger Games