.::The Hunger Games::.Closed

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(A General Helper on here?)

(I didn't know they were looking for another xD Cool)

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{ XD they said they're looking from 5-10 more. My application was on the third page. Applications just closed, so in the next two weeks they'll be choosing X3 Gah, I hope I end up a General Helper. I will feel pride in helping...in....general! XD }

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I'll keep my fingers crossed for you!)

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{ Nevermind :'c I asked, and apparently having an account a few months ago that I had deleted, that exsisted for 7 months, and adding on to this account doesn't work. I gotta go....Maybe I'll be back later....I gotta work some frustration off. }

[Forever is Now]

°Briar°

* District 1
* Scraped knees
* backpack w/ half full waterbottle||4 daggers /3 shark tooth daggers tied at belt

The ravens with their beady black eyes displaying nothing but murderous rage and their razor sharp ralons and beaks made me shudder with fear ond disgust at the capitol. They were watching us, hovering just out of reach. I snarled at them. I looked over at Torrent as I brushed dust and bits of leaf off my trousers. I knew my eyes portrayed how tired I was. I had oy managed to grab roughly an hour of sleep and suddenly felt very very sad. I ciuld not understand this feeling and quickly ccovered it by shoving past him and collecting the two daggers I had thrown. One was lodged in a nearby tree. I edged by Noah and Azalea, never taking my eyes off them. I didnt want to hate them. It was just an automatic response. The games had changed me, and dread clawed at me as I wondered if what madness burned in Torrents eyes was going to consume me. I dragged the knife from the tree and returned it to my belt

[No Going Back]

((Haza, I'm back! Thank you SO much for not deleting me- it means the world. I'm going to read through my other roleplays, if you don't mind, and then whiz a post up.))

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Update

Alive
Briar Dunbryll
Torrent Scael
Phoenix Brooke Nimue
Sorrel Birden
Cato 'Noah' Parker Noah Dawson
Azalea Jade Lynn

Killed
Asa Reeds- Died At Cornucopia
Trey Waters- Died At Cornucopia
Rylie Adams- Died At Cornucopia
Rikki Elise Green- Didn't post
Kristen 'Fox' Elina Swan- Quit
Tony 'Techony' Parker- Didn't post
Faith Marie Parker- Didn't post
Boone William Thompson- Didn't post
Zachary 'Zak' Ray Carter-Quit
Vanessa Jade Marin- Quit
Dave Horan- Quit
Vespa Steangine- Didn't Post
Twill Argile- Didn't Post
Niall Oaklen- Quit
Aiden Tyler McKay- Quit
Linus Skythe- Quit
Brielle 'Bri' Maylie Dion Thorn- Didn't Post
Korra Juliette Genevieve Aria Mason- Didn't Post

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((Thanks to my usual denseness, I may have done something wrong- misunderstood the ravens' position, ect...this is not intentional.))

Torrent Scael

Age- 15 years
Gender- Male
District- 4
Supplies- 2 spears , 1 sleeping bag, shark's teeth, meat, skin and bones.
Allies- Briar and Phoenix
Location- Tornado circle thingy....Conversing with- No-one

Catching Briar's eye, Torrent raised an eyebrow. He wondered if this would be the way he'd die- gored by a giant raven. As long as he could stick a few holes in it as well, it'd be fair play. Spotting one of the monsterous beasts getting closer to him, Torrent wondered if his spear would make a dent in it. Still, it would be better to find that out later. If some other tribute stuck one with a weapon and worked, then Torrent would follow suite. But, if the spear had no effect, then he'd be stuck with a large amount of raven- angry raven. Of course, these things were probably born angry.
A bit like him.
Briar was tired. Torrent could see it in the fellow careers eyes. Well, that was just great. He was living off some sort of adrenaline rush, but if she was tired- not forgetting the fact that Briar hadn't wrestled a shark- then chances were he would be too. Keeping a wary eye on the raven- spear poised- Torrent couldn't help feeling a little sad. It was a shame that, if he made it out of this mess which was looking less likely by the second, he'd have to think about killing Briar. She couldn't have been older from him, and- from what he could tell- a nice enough girl. The same went for Phoenix, to the lesser extent. He hadn't really talked to her.
Torrent shook his head. Right now, they needed each other. To get rid of these stupid oversized chickens. Okay, murderous, carnivorous, eight feet tall chickens with the ability to fly. But, still...chickens. Who are you kidding? Torrent snapped mentally. If you're calling these beasts chickens, your really past your sell by date."

"Some call me mad. If that gives me the edge to win, you won't find me protesting."

Sorrel Birden

Age- 16
Gender-Female
District-10
Supplies- A backpack containing: 3 Canteens, 1 Sleeping bag
1 homemade spear, 1 dagger, 1 pouch of nightlock, 4 throwing knives, food not containing meat
Allies- None (Deceased)
Location- Forest
Conversing with- No-one

Once the teen had finished her meal- Sorrel hadn't realised how hungry she was- she gave a small, satified yawn. But no way was Sorrel going to sleep. She didn't have someone to watch her back, and the liger could so easily follow her trail when it was hungry again...but she'd never have anyone to watch her back again. And- other than herself, of course- there was no meat with Sorrel. The girl gave a wry smile. She'd- as usual- fed it all to the cat. The girl had an uneasy feeling that stuffing that large feline was going to be the last favour she'd ever do someone...she wouldn't be alive to give any more.
"And since when, Sorrel..." The girl muttered under her breath. "Did you become a pessemist." Sorrel knew the answer. Since the day she'd been old enough to understand the world and how it worked. Sitting in the cool, damp ferns, the girl had time to reflect on her time in the arena. Running from the Cornucopia, Hiding in a bush, Approaching Vespa, watching Vespa die, Feeding the Liger- all times she thought she was going to die.
The teenager sat in the long fronds, eyes alert and body tense. She was ready for anything. Well, in theory.

"Go ahead.
Underestimate my strength.
It'll most likely be the last mistake you ever make."

((Short posts- I have lots to catch up with elsewhere, sorry ))

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The second Raven slowly took little steps towards Torrent, it's talons digging deep into the ground with every step. Its beady black eyes glared at him, as if daring him to try and hurt it.

Liliandra Rua

Job;;
Gamemaker

Preffered doings;;
Moving, killing, and scaring tributes when action is needed.

Lilandra watched Sorrel. One of the very few that hadn't been caught up in the tornados. She was, strangely, glad that the girl hadn't been killed. She whacked her head. A gamemaker's not supposed to think like that! But, she did. And she wanted this tribute to at least live the night. And either way, if she was killed in her sleep, it wouldn't be any fun, would it? Without very much muse, she made one last parachute by hand. She sent it down to Sorrel, containing a small jar of insect repellent, much to her amusement.

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Torrent Scael

Age- 15 years
Gender- Male
District- 4
Supplies- 2 spears , 1 sleeping bag, shark's teeth, meat, skin and bones.
Allies- Briar and Phoenix
Location- Tornado circle thingy....Conversing with- No-one

"Oh no..." Torrent muttered at the black bird, not because he was under the illusion that it could understand him, but to convince himself violence was NOT the way forward. A difficult thing to achieve, if you were Torrent. "I am NOT sticking you with my spear, therefore NOT giving you a reason to attack."
As if it didn't have reason enough- a gamemaker had programmed it with orders. Torrent wondered absentmindedly if it had been told to kill tributes, or him in particular. He realised that, if each raven was sucessful in murdering it's target and then poofed, that'd leave only one career. Briar, or Phoenix. If that one didn't win, well...he'd bash them over the head with his boot in heaven himself. He sort of wanted to be Phoenix who got out of here, because she was from 4- it was all about honour. But Briar would do just as well.
What was he thinking? They were all going to live until morning.Who are you kidding? Torrent snapped mentally. If you're calling these beasts chickens, your really past your sell by date."

"Some call me mad. If that gives me the edge to win, you won't find me protesting."

Sorrel Birden

Age- 16
Gender-Female
District-10
Supplies- A backpack containing: 3 Canteens, 1 Sleeping bag
1 homemade spear, 1 dagger, 1 pouch of nightlock, 4 throwing knives, food not containing meat, insect repellent.
Allies- None (Deceased)
Location- Forest
Conversing with- No-one

The girl watched the parachute travel softly down to join her, landing gently on the ground. Curiously, the girl wondered what it would contain. She had all the nessecities- food, water, clothes, she was dry so she wouldn't catch a cold- and the only thing she really felt as though she'd do well with was something to keep these dratted flies away from her throat. Slowly- for this might be the only entertainment for hours- Sorrel released the contents of the parachute, and allowed herself a thin smile.
Insect repellent.
Sorrel did not hesitate to coat herself.

"Go ahead.
Underestimate my strength.
It'll most likely be the last mistake you ever make."

((Yup, muse is dead. I've ordered a replacement.))