Hunger Games rp (Not Accepting)

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Dylan relaxed in her bedroom on the train, laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. Why was she reaped? It was so frustrating. She didn't even know who the male tribute was, but he was in her grade in school. She'd seen him a couple of times but wasn't the most impressed. She'd found a butter knife under her bed for some reason and twirled it around in her fingers endlessly, her gaze turning from the ceiling to the door. Maybe she'd go see the others. She didn't know who her mentor was, either.

Dyl stood, slipping the butter knife back under the bed and kicking it under farther. Maybe she could practice later. She walked to the door, opened it, then shut it behind her, yawning lightly. She began to make her way towards the seating area where the tributes and the mentor could sit and her eyes rested on the boy- Derek? She'd recognized that part of him from the reaping, anyways.

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Derek glanced up from where he was sitting to see Dylan emerge. He flipped his long hair out of his eyes, looking up at her. "Hey...um...Dylan, right?" He murmured, a bit nervous to talk.

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Dylan nodded, stepping fully into the room. She moved over to a sky blue chair sitting in front of him and forced a small smile. "And you're Derek?" she questioned, as if in a reply. She ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair, blinking at him with ocean blue eyes shining. She quickly snuck a gaze out the window and saw the world outside blur by. Once again: why was she reaped?

Shaking off the feeling, Lyn looked around the room. Many plush-looking chairs spread all over the place and a table near the middle of the larger room looked almost out of place. The crystal of it reflected the sky blue and just made it look downright unattractive, in her perspective. Dylan's eyes rested back on Derek. "Where's our mentor, and who is he? Or she?" she asked, eyes flashing as she looked around once more as if she thought their mentor would appear out of nowhere.

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'' mkay...''Callie nodded 'im guessing your my mentor?''she extends her arm out ."nice to meet you.''

[Dia.]

Wyatt strolled through the train cars, his mind buzzing and his fists clenched at his sides. He was so close.... this was his last reaping. Why did it have to be him? He was about to loose control in his anger and shove a vase off of a table when he spotted his much smaller district partner out of the corner of his eye and stopped.
He had seen Felicity around his district a few times, but had never actually spoken to the small girl. He unclenched his fists, heart melting as she reminded him of his own younger sister. Quietly he walked over to her. "Hey..." He said, unsure of his actions.

Aimi stood alone in the train car, feeling the soft fabric on the couch beside her. Yes, she was considered a career, but she didnt want to go into the Games as much as the others. Feeling light headed, she swung over the couch and lay down, staring up at the ceiling.

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Derek managed a small smile, and nodded. "Yeah. I look forward to...training...with you.." he said quietly. Then he shrugged. "I'm not sure...he or she is late..." He sighed.

Felicity jumped at the sound of a voice. She looked over at the boy, shaking slightly. Her eyes reflected the look of a frightened animal. "H-H-Hi..." She said quietly, her voice high-pitched.

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[wishes someone would sign up for district 12 :[ ]
Callie sighed she looked at the refreshments ''uhh...''

[Dia.]

Wyatt sighed and moved across the room to sit down in a plush chair. He leaned back and looked up at the decorations around the train car.
"You dont have to be so nervous yet." He said quietly, in an almost distant voice.
For a short time, he just watched Felicity. The thought crossed his mind that he might want to do anything in his power to keep her alive in the arena. However, he knew that it wouldn't end well.... that if his plans succeeded, one would have the kill the other.

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Felicity stared out the window, looking distant and scared. She closed her eyes for a moment, and a single tear rolling down her cheek and falling down onto the carpet. She sniffled, and wiped her cheek, willing herself not to cry.

[Dia.]

Wyatt leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and putting his head in his hands.
As long as I'm in the Games, they wont hurt you. He thought quickly, but he said nothing out loud.