~ The Hunger Games ~ DISTRICTS 3, 5, 6, AND 9 TRIBUTES OPEN!

[Ayato ototochan]

Max and the girl were then herded to a train. Max was shocked to see so much beautiful tables piled high with tons of food. He quickly glanced at the girl and smiled shyly looking back at the food.

[gloaming]

Casey waved her response off, indifferent. "When you've spent a majority of the past 6 years of your life on a boat surrounded by sweating 40 year olds a few years doesn't make a difference. 13 or 17 we can all get picked can't we?"

[haitus]

Robin
Robin nodded. "That's true." She glanced over at a woman sitting in the far corner watching them. She glanced back at Casey. "I think that's out mentor... should we go talk to her?"

[ringo,]

Ayzlin was too zoned out in her thoughts to hear her name called into the microphone the first time. she heard mummers, but decided she wouldn't worry about them. But, once they said it the second time, she blinked, and looked up to the lady...was it a lady? She shook the silly thoughts from her head, and once she processed all the thoughts through her head, realized she had just gotten picked, for the hunger games. She froze for a second, before the lady---man lady smiled and said, "Come on up, sweetie". She slowly, hesitantly walked up, and climbed the few stairs there were. She then turned, to face the other children from district 12.

The reaping had all gone by so fast, and she was led with the other tribute to the training area

[raining-pouring]

Kale

Name: Kale
Age: 15
Gender: Male
District: 1
Personality: Kale is unforgiving, hostile, and cruel. He never gives second chances and kills without a thought. If you get in his way, you're in trouble. Of course, Kale can be quite charming towards potential sponsors, but that's about as far as niceness goes for him. He is sneaky and will probably join together with the other Careers, only to kill them in the night and steal their supplies, and not a twinge of guilt.
Weapon of Choice: Sword
Appearance: Kale is quite a looker; he's tall and buff with short brown hair that ends at his ears and gray eyes. The only flaw in his appearance is a thick scar running from the corner of his mouth to his jaw. Nobody know where it came from, but rumors are that he had scored it while fighting with a peace keeper.
RP Sample: Kale shrugged off his backpack and looked back at the others, his fellow Careers. "Let's camp here." He grunted, the pale scar on his jaw stretching as he spoke. He lifted his chin as the others gratefully sank to their seats, rubbing the multiple wounds they had accumulated in their previous battles together in the arena. He waited until everyone was down before sitting, leaned against a large tree trunk. "Start a fire." Came his deep voice again. Kale was not really one for words, he believed that as soon as the point was across, there was no need for further explanation. He'd made it clear with his brutal killing of another tribute that anyone who argued would not be allowed to survive. A young girl with pale eyes gulped and moved forward to prepare twigs into a measly fire, fingers trembling slightly. She knew that Kale would not take kindly to a bad fire. The others lived in fear of him. Fear and admiration, for without Kale, they would probably not be able to survive. His strength and skill with his sword made for a very dangerous opponent and an incredibly useful ally.
Soon it was night. Crickets chirped and frogs croaked as the darkness consumed the arena. The group looked up, their faces illuminated by the fire, to watch as the "sky" flickered to show the Capital's seal, and the faces of the dead tributes. Kale's lips curved upward in a menacing grin as he watched the faces flash past. All frail, all easy kills. As the ceremony ended, he looked over his group. "Rest," He said gruffly. "I'll keep watch." Obediently, the three tributes curled up in their bags and closed their eyes. It wasn't long before they were all asleep, with Kale staring over them like a hungry animal. Taking out his dagger, he moved closer to the girl who had made the fire. He raised the dagger above her chest and breathed in. "Sorry, Amber, Crill, and Frayde." He mumbled with mock sympathy. "I'll try to make it quick." Within seconds, he had swished his knife across all three necks, ending their lives without a second thought. He lifted the knife to eye level, examining the blood with hunger. He let a few drops trickle onto his outstretched tongue, showing the crowd his brutality. As if it weren't already clear. He craned his neck to listen to the sound of the cannons. Only two left, he thought to himself. "Now," He breathed out into the cold night air, "let the games... begin."
Other: ADAM LEVINE CUT HIS HAIR AND DAT'S SAD.

[gloaming]

Casey shrugged. "I guess. I doubt it'll actually save either of us though." He followed the slight girl towards the person who would supposedly decide their fate.

[raining-pouring]

Emyrellia

Name: Emyrellia (em-er-ell-ee-uh)
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Personality: Emyrellia is strict and no-nonsense. Once she has an idea, she'll stick with it and won't stop until she gets what she wants. She is also very old-fashioned, and expects everyone to have proper manners and Capitol clothes.
Job: Stylist
Who's?: District 1, both tributes.
Appearance: Without the Capitol clothing, wigs, and unnecessary globs of makeup, Emyrellia has pale skin, high cheek bones, a fragile figure, and long legs. She always wears her ankle-long color-varying wig in some sort of braid, most commonly a milkmaid braid or a regular three-strand. She always adds in ribbons and golden and silver decorations to make it unique. Her makeup varies from day to day, always something new and creative.
Other: Nope.

[p u p p e h]

{I can't wait until all of District 1 is filled. And can you please change Annalise's name to "Gloss"?}

[sahawolf]

"Ah, there's my tributes.How does it feel to be here? To be a pig in the capital's yearly butcher we call the Hunger Games?" Raven asked bitterly."But i shouldn't be so cruel, should i? You want help, and i'm here to help you!I'm Raven, your mentor for the Hunger Games.Ask me anything about your fellow tributes, how to murder them, how to act, and how to live with the guilt if you survive." Raven explained bitterly, examing the two tributes.

[raining-pouring]

@ p u p p e h: Sure. I'll let Silver know when she get's back on.

So how are everyone's Easter Egg Hunts going? I have one egg I'm so amazing. :,)