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

[pep]

Joelle sat in the District Five car, eyes trained on the landscape outside. It seemed so lonely, going to certain death and all. She promised she'd win to herself, since no one was there for her. Running her fingers along the plush chair she sat on, she suddenly longed for home and for her family. Too late now. Throwing her head back, brown hair draping over the chair begin her, she looked at the ceiling of the train, one lone tear slipping down her left cheek.

[raining-pouring]

Kale
Kale clenched his jaw and tightened his fists, sensing eyes on him. He flicked his own oculars up to meet the gaze of the petite girl look in with unbridled hostility. He stared her down, waiting for her to make her decision. If she was smart, she would turn around and leave. But this girl didn't seem the type.

[haitus]

Robin
Robin flinched as the boy glared at her, his hostility evident. It probably wasn't the best thing to do, but she matched his stare, standing on her tippy-toes behind the door to make her look taller.

{I see you've adopted my formatting style! ;3}

[sahawolf]

Terra slipped out of the District eleven car, hoping she could find some other tributes.She had decided to be strong, like her mother would have wanted, what her mother would have done.If anything, Terra needed to make allies, she wasn't sure she could survive on her own.The train was perfect, she could find all the tributes here and get on their good sides.
Terra wandered through the cars, hoping to find someone who was strong, someone who could win.She didn't think she could, she'd never been in a real battle, and Terra didn't want to kill anyone.Finally she stopped by the District five car, silently watching the girl inside.
Feeling awkward, Terra knocked quietly on the door and hoped the girl would respond.

[I hope you don't mind if i Rp with you Hazelwish.}

[Burning_fire]

(recap)

[raining-pouring]

Kale
You could pick up the faintest trace of surprise as it flickered across Kale's face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had come. He allowed his muscles to relax as he leaned back in his chair, a smirk lacing his thin, cracked lips, stretching his scar grotesquely.

[haitus]

{Not much happened, just tributes wandering around the train. We finished the reaping already.... I think that's it.}

[Burning_fire]

(oh ok thanks. Anyone wanna rp with moi?)

[haitus]

Robin
A quick look of surprise flashed along the boy's face. Robin smiled to herself, sighing inwardly, relieved that nothing bad had happened. She stepped into the cart and faced the boy.

[Azmeril]

Selina
I was different. I was the only girl her age there not accompanied by a parent. My mother was sowing. My father was out in the fields. I had no siblings, no friends. I refused to wear a dress, or a skirt. Instead I wore my leather boots, warm long pants and a tight jacket. My brown hair bushed up around my face. It was my first reaping. I was determined it would not be my last. While the older children that had been through this over and over gain zoned out, I listened with an intensity I didn't know I had as the anthem played and a big screen showed us why we had the games, looked with such force I though the glass balls would shatter as the funny woman pulled out the first name declaring loudly, "Ladies first!". A tense three seconds passed as she fumbled with the very tight roll and another five while she tried to read the very tiny messy writing printed inside. Finally, when I could stand it no longer she called out "Selina Finch!" I froze. I waited. No one called out. No one made a sound. Finally, I willed my feet to move and slowly made my way up to the stage. when I got to the foot of the stairs I tripped but no one laughed. That made it even worse. When the boys name was called he seemed so big and scary I almost ran from the stage to my favorite hiding place, under the great trees outside my house, but once again my feet had frozen and would not move. When my parents came my father said that I would win for this district. For them. He said he loved me and I would do him proud. My mother just said good bye. Tears were in my fathers eyes as he left but I could not get a good glance at y mother. After they left I was hustled onto a train full on scary, over helpful people and given dinner. After i finished, all I wanted to do was cry myself to sleep. So that is what I did.