Hunger Games rp (Not Accepting)

[sushii]

Tiingler to north? wth! Retarded spell check!!!!! I ment Breather to his mouth..))


Nick kept his eyes closed. "At least I killed Chance..." Nick summed up the bright side, and glared at the sky.

[DeleteNow]

Callie nodded.''Thanks.You did good''she hugged him an lay down.''I'll keep watch while,you sleep.''she says
'[gotta go :c]

[sushii]

NO. D:< :c ))

Nick sighed. "I'm really not tired," he spoke truth. Nick sighed and stared at the sky.

[pep]

Dylan panted after circling the Cornucopia and dashing back. She whistles again, unknowing of where Nick was. Biting her lip, she sat in the cave uneasily.

[lycr]

Cimber Fuse
|District 3|Female|Age 15

Flicking a few strands of wispy brown hair behind her ears, Cimber peered cautiously at the deep cuts. Hmm...looked like he-Mercutio- did have pretty strong swings. Cimber thought absentmindedly, gathering some goldenrod peacefully into her palms, slicing just a few centimetres above the snow line. He was one of the only tributes who came through training with an 11, so it’s justified.

It was true, that was. The average anyone could get with their training score was usually a five or a six, a six what she came through when she tried her hand at archery and missed quite a few darts. If she recited her book of edible plants to the gamemakers, she could have probably bumped her mark up a bit. Careers would usually land somewhere from seven to ten, and no one really gets tens these days. To have one of the youngest tributes land an eleven were something extraordinary, and she’ll bet her buttons the kid was all people talked about-along with the classic Careers, and really strong tributes too-like Wyatt, or Dylan, or something like that. She could imagine the sullen preteen slicing through dummies as if they were made of Styrofoam, a scowl on his face the whole way through.

“The plants...well, I’m actually not sure. It really would be useful to ask a District 11 kid, hmm? Or, maybe some sponsors could see us right now and send you medication. They don’t usually keep that long, but it’s only been a short period of time. Remember to wash up! Hmm-”

Pausing, Cimber scanned the cut, but could find herself void of any answers. She didn’t exactly spend a whole lot of time on first aid, and those times she only learnt stuff that she didn’t know-like mutt bites, or poison, or bee stings or something like that. One of the first few years featured a handsome District 1 boy as he dies from anaphylactic shock after being stung, skin ballooning and swelling up to impossible height-Cimber sure hated to die in that way.

Well, she’s got nothing by far. Frowning and realizing that the backpack shred was sticking to one of the worst wounds, she tried to start from a point that she knew for sure would benefit. “Well, since it’s stuck...I read a book on stuff like that when we-me and mom and Soren- that’s my sister-she’s nine-whoops- turned ten just a few days ago- well, anyways, when we went to the Factories that surround District 3 to get extra spare wires. It was a long way, so I was reading this first aid book that’s always been inside our automobile and it says to clean up the wound with warm water. Old med books have always said of medicine, but ever since that war people have been looking towards more natural methods. It would be of course helpful if the sponsors send down meds and I do have clean boiling water...”

Hopping from the tree and making a beeline towards her half-concealed camp, Cimber ducked under the coniferous tree sweeps and emerged in her temporary camp-for the time being, it was a nice, relatively clean and cleared out area, and she had with her the bow and arrows, and a makeshift pot made from a few of the items she had cleared from the horn and a nice little boiling method and there was warm water...dumping some of it into a stout, sterile package that’s once been the package for the breads-now the remainder of it was crammed in the other bread bag but it worked- taking the warm water back outside her ‘camp’, Cimber shifted uneasily as she emerged from the trees. It seemed like a good start, and...and it will be! The grin came back to her. She wasn't about to lose hope! “I’ve got the water~”

[sushii]

Nick whistled a weak and tires two rythen call back to Dylan. He bit his lip.

[DeleteNow]

Callie laughs softly.''You really think im gonna sleep? If i do i'll fall asleep forever..''

[Dia.]

Felicity gave a nod of understanding. She gave a small sigh and leaned against Wyatt, closing her eyes. "I'm tired...but can we take turns keeping watch? I don't want to die in my sleep...It's one of my worst fears..." She said quietly, her voice sounding small and scared all of a sudden, like a mouse.

"I agree." He said quietly and smiled slightly, "You sleep first. I'll wake you if anything happens." He said, starting to organize the two backpacks from where he sat in the blanket. He took everything out of the smaller backpack and stuffed it in the bigger one, and then put the smaller pack inside it. This way, he'd only have to lug one bag around instead of the two of them.

[lycr]

Sponsorships

|District 4|
Ursula Hemingway | Female | Age 17

"We might as well spend the sponsor money on ice cream. The tributes this year are all pathetic. District 12 has a better chance than us!" Ursula hurls the trident half way across the slippery floor of the training room, before exiting the District 4 Training Center, her auburn locks streaming in the wind.

"It's okay." Oswald, her brother, his body covered with a sheen of sweat, comes to sit beside her, his bronzed skin tone nearly glows, combined with the hot afternoon sun. "We've got a day to send in our money, but we have to figure out who to send it to. They are going to hitch the prices up, y'know, and mom's gonna be mad if we do spend it on ice cream. But y'know, going into the Games this year would be easier."

Ursula laughs bitterly, wrapping her tanned arms around her legs. "I'm going to so volunteer next year when they call for it. The Games-all of them in the past three years-have been pathetic. I'm all for bringing back alligators and tracker jackers and fierce Career Tributes."

Yesterday, in school, they've all been waiting anxiously at lunch, piling up in front of the television screens and everything-just to see Caspian and Eboni shine-but all they've captured is a catfight between some weaklings and that was all. And then, all it showed was Caspian and his little female ally struggling through a storm. Then, lightning has set fire to one of the trees and brought it down crashing on his legs, sending him into a state of shock. They cut the waiting scenes and all, skipping to the sobbing ally when she finds his corpse.

"Yeah, it was pretty pathetic." At that point, the teacher in charge had shut off the television, telling everyone to get to class.

Twisting around to see the speaker, Ursula shrugged at the sight of one of her classmates, Delanie, and her thirteen-year-old sister, Shell. "We could pool all of our allowance together to send something to another tribute."

"There's no reason to waste money, though." Delanie replied. "Even if some poor tributes need our help."

"I like Callisin. Might sponsor her. Hopefully some medication. The boy with her's a total pushover, though." Oswald snorts.

"Nick? Yum. He's hot. I'd steal money from mom and dad to sponsor him maybe a few knives, that kind of stuff." Shell retorted.

"What knives? He'll chop himself up into bite-sized pieces." Ursula laughs bitterly, shrugging. "I hate those angsty kids."

"Kay, everyone, we've got to decide who to sponsor before they knock prices way up." Delanie objects, a finger in the air. "Personally, I'm all for sponsoring the twelve-year-old girl-"

"Felicity?"

"Mercutio?"

"...Mercutio's not a girl..."

"No, Sae!"

"Personally, I like Felicity. She's pretty sweet. I want to sponsor maybe a few canned foods for her, or maybe sandwiches of some kind. Sae just sat around and stuff. The guy with her, Wyatt, he's pretty cute."


"Felicity? She's okay." Oswald shrugs lightly. "I'd sponsor her foods and other goods if I could."

"Felicity's weak. I'm all for sponsoring Wyatt, though. It's like the only male and female romance without all that angst. Everyone knows I hate angst...might split the money with Darren and his friend's group, though."

"So," Ursula purses her lips, " I suppose half for Felicity and Wyatt and half for Darren?"

"Eh, why not."


"Then lets get moving!"

((OOC: Aaaaaaaaaand presenting my tribute for next year~ URSULA! She'll be a Career fo shua.
/shot, bricked, and doused in nitroglycerin))

[Dia.]

{{As far as I know, Felicity's and Wyatt's relationship is more of sister and brother than romance. xD But yesh, I appreciate that decision ^^; Sorry, I've been neglecting my mentor-duties... but I haven't seen anything worth sending a gift for... might just be my activeness though.}}