The 25th Hunger Games || Private RP

[LoudGhozt]

[ It was implied. The mystery sounds like something I would do too. ]

[Runningdawn]

[[ Okies, soooo, you guys wanna skip straight to the City Circle orrrr do getting on the train, talking to mentors, meeting stylists, etc.? By the way I have the complete list of the sequence of the preparations for the Hunger Games. Lemme know if you wanna read ittt.]]

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((I sort of wanna do the train, but I don't mind if we don't. I WANT TO READ IT! XD ))

[LoudGhozt]

[ I'm back. I honestly don't care. If you guys wanna start on the train with meting everyone, that's cool. I just may have a hard time coming up with names and stuff for the mentors. Odds are, I wont give them names. They'll just be people I'm forced to talk to. Training will be really important because that's when we meet each other and aliances begin to form. ]

[Runningdawn]

[[ Okiiesss, well, later today I'm gonna try and post for evvverybody of mine, so... stay tuned? xD ]]

[LoudGhozt]

[ Okay. I desperately need costume ideas. ]

[Runningdawn]

[[ Start brainstorming! I've got a costume for Seven and that's about it. :T ]]

[LoudGhozt]

[ I'll work on it. For now, I kinda have one for 4... that's about it. I'll work on the train posts for now. ]

[LoudGhozt]

• β я σ σ κ •

Before I knew it, I was taken, which wasn't something unexpected. They did this every year. They just jerked kids off with only three minute good-byes. The only surprise was the fact that my father neglected me during the good-byes. He didn't even show his face. That would haunt me forever. When I come back, I probably will abandon him. It's not like he'll need me anyway.

Peacekeepers soon lead me out to the train. Here, I was supposed to meet my mentor, last year's winner and an old ex-boyfriend of mine, Cain Matthews. Great. Now, I'm surely dead. He'll do whatever he can to keep sponsors away from me. Now that I think about it, I have very little chance of winning. I'm still gonna try and fight for it. And if... no... when, I win, Cain will be the first to go.

I sat down in a chair next to the male tribute, a strong, confident-looking boy named Lotus. I knew him too. We never dated or anything, but we've had a little social contact. He's been training just like I have, and would be my biggest competition. I would not have any contact with him. That would just make it easier to beat me. Or maybe... no. A better idea sprung upon me. Befriend him until the end, where he'll help me kill off the rest. That way, I get to know him too and he's gonna be the one to go down.

Quickly, I turned to face him. He had an annoyingly giddy look on his face. I ran my fingers through my hairand flashed the slight hint of a smile, a fake face that I had been practicing in the mirror. This would give very little about my thoughts or feelings. Always worked on my dad.

• ˩ σ т ʋ ƨ •

My dad came to say good-bye to me, which surprised me, yet was part of the master plan all along. He said very little... in fact, all he said was: "Bold." which could be taken as either a compliment or insult. I didn't care. It was the first thing I could remember my father saying to me in years.

Soon, I was whisked off to the train where I would ride a few hours to the Capitol. Our district is located just outside the Capitol. I sat in a chair waiting to meet the mentor. However, the girl tribute... Brook, and I already knew him... a bit to well. Cain was an old rival/friend of mine. We were really close, but really competitive. He graduated the acedemy a year before me and won the Games that year, last year. Brook used to date him. To this day, she thinks she broke his heart... but he broke up with her. Awkward right?

Anyway, the chick turned around and flashed this stupid plastic face. I knew she wated to be my ally. I don't blame. I'd want to be an alliance with me too. I'm strong, a spear thrower, and so on. There's no way I can't win these Games. I'd work with her as long as she didn't prove to be as stupid as I sometimes think she is. She's a knife thrower, so maybe something good could come of this.

• Ѧ α я c ɛ ℓ ι и ɛ •

My brother was there to day goodbye to me. All I could do was hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay. We both knew that this wasn't the case. A slight tear was squeazed from my eye. I tried my hardest to hold them back, the be strong. It never worked. Maybe seeing that little laughing punk would generate my anger.

I was taken to the train where we would ride for a day or two into the Capitol. I was forced to sit in a chair next to my greatest enemy at this point, and await our mentor. The mentor was a winner from about four years ago. His name was Surge and he was only about twenty-two. Or that's what I've heard. I've never actually met the guy.

I turned to the small blonde boy next to me. "I hate you. You're gonna die."

• β ɛ c κ •

I was not ignored at the good-byes. In fact, I was quite popular. Someone my age being happy about volunteering was a respectable act apparently. Anyway, soon I found myself thinking about that creepy girl again. She was much older than me, which would play a factor in my strategy. Perhaps we should team up.

Soon, we were forced to sit next to each other as we awaited Surge, the mentor. I hear he's really cool, but have never actually met him. He won though, so he must be pretty awesome! I looked over at the girl, just a glance. Soon she appeared less nerveous. In fact, not nerveous at all. She seemed confident and angry. She then turned to me. "You're gonna die. was all I heard. I couldn't help but laugh and turn back to face the front, where Surge would show up..

• Ħ α ∂ ℓ ɛ ʏ •

I was visited by my foster family, one by one, as quickly as possible. Who could vote a twelve year old into the Games? It's such a cruel world you know? I couldn't help but cry after they left and I was taken to the train. In a few days, I'd be training to attempt to survive for the Capitol's entertainment. I was sobbing, huddled up in a small ball.

I was forced to sit in a seat, that was actually somewhat comfortable. Our mentor would be here with our escourt in a few minutes. Nine hasn't had a victor in decades. Our mentor was about forty, a middle-aged man names Damson. I heard very little about him, mainly because only a few people get to meet him. Most of the people that do meet him die in the arena.

I looked over at the male tribute. He was much older than me and looked like he had a chance of winning. He seemed upset too and in fact made an attempt to comfort me. He was already making an alliance, and with a twelve year old. I had no choice but to accept.

• Ɔ ʏ я ʋ ƨ •

I was taken to the train. My good-bye sessions were uneventful and this whole expirience was terrifying. I was on the train, awaiting my mentor, Damson, when I decided to sit down in a chair that had an unusual softness to it. I wasn't used to anything comfortable...

The girl next to me was terrified. She was twelve and the entire district just voted for her to fight for her life. That was worse than me being here. She was crying. Quickly, as if out of fear, I placed my arm around her shoulders. "Me and you, we should team up. Us district 9-ers gotta stick together. I wont let anything hurt you." I offered. All the girl did was nod. At least now, I was guaranteed the protection of a twelve year old... whatever that would do.

• β я ι α я •

The good-byes were far from painful. Most tributes were used to a heart-felt and emotional time, whereas I was visited only by a small, unknown eleven year old girl. She reminded me of my sister with her beautiful, flowing blonde hair and shining green eyes. It managed to leave a familiar burning sensation in my eyes. I had yet to understand this girl or why she decided to visit me. Maybe she knew me in some way and I forgot her. Maybe she was a friend of the family before Shae died the same way I did. I probably would never understand.

I remembered the warm embrace of the small child's tight hug as her arms swung around and held my waist. In a way, I could still feel it... as if the feeling of that girl would remain with me throughout my expirience in the arena. Though the girl seemed upset, I had yet to fear the Games. I knew what I was doing and my knowlegde of plants, archery, and basic survival gave me a fighting chance. I looked down into my hand, remembering the girl put something into it before telling me her name. [Marigold. I recalled. I quickly moved my fingers from the material and revealed a necklace. My fingers ran across the metal chain, the first I had seen in years, with a familiar emblem. the charm was a large golden star with lovely swirl designs that were enfused and colored by emerald and jade. It was Shae's token. How could this girl have recovered it? It made no sense to me.

Since dwelling on the though of my older sister and a mysterious girl who knew me would lead to my ultimate downfall in the arena, I chose to focus on something else. Quickly, I turned my head to the boy next to me. Ridge, the familiar orchard-hand who did all the heavy lifting. This was all I would know him by. This was all I [icould[/i] know him by, for anything closer would be too painful.

I sighed and awaited our mentor, the one who was in charge of keeping us alive for the Capitol's entertainment. Since elven hadn't had a victor in years, our mentor was older, at about thirty-five. His name was Chace... Chace had only made appearances during the Games. Nobody ever knew him, which made me feel better. Someone with a mysterious reputation wouldn't get in the way of me in the Games. Instead, he would probably focus on eighteen year old Ridge, who appeared to have a stronger chance than I.

Soon, I found myself slipping the necklace from before over my head until it fit perfectly around my neck. Ridge was quiet... too quiet. However, I would fear nothing. Fear is what they expect from a girl like me. Fear is what they want. Fear is something I could never give them. They would never have the satisfaction of me begging for my life. I wont die... and even if I do, I'll die like a champion. They can't control me and will never be able to.

• Я ι ∂ ɢ ɛ •

[ Nobody gives a flying floosh-noggle about Ridge. I can't think of anything! I'm calling this a post. ]

[Runningdawn]

{:: Pearl ::}
District 1 || ♀ || 18

The train is simple, much more simple than I would have expected from something so extravagant as the Capitol. Of course, maybe I'm expecting too much. The next train will be better, I'm sure, and I do live in District 1. I have higher standards than most.
My hands brush across the silken bed sheets, and I walk over to the closet full of clothes that are, of course, my size. I finger than chain around my neck, the one given to me as a token by my mother. It's nothing sentimental at all -- I know for a fact that the pearl dangling from the end (ha, original, right?) can be dissolved in water to poison someone. I doubt it will get past the Game-makers, but I might as well try, right? I'd be one more advantage on my part.
When the escort comes to get me and leads me into the main room, I'm surprised to see a skinny, sickly looking boy sitting across the table from me. It's no surprise he's stuffing his face with food, but I'd like to know what type of life he has in One. He seems... different.

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{:: Jago ::}
District 1 || ♂ || 17

I look up from the enormous, rich meal before me, blinking at the sight of the girl who volunteered to be a tribute about an hour ago. It seems like so much longer. My mind flashes back to the shocked faces of the Peacekeepers as thirty-some children came filing into the guest room, enveloping in hugs and pecks on the cheek like a flock of birds. My token? A promise. A promise that I would try and win. For them.
My life is worth much less than the children's, but I am... was... the only thing keeping them alive. Our mentors come out, the girl from three years back and the boy five years before her, and I settle down to listen. This is gonna be a long day.

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{:: Meryl ::}
District 5 || ♀ || 17

It's no surprise that the only people who say goodbye are my parents. They sit there, blubbering, asking why I did it, why I volunteered, but it would crush them to much to tell them it was all their fault. That I am here, that I volunteered, that I am unhappy and I just want to be left alone and never, never see them again. It is their fault that I'm going to die.
Eventually, a train arrives, a gleaming silver bullet that I'm told races across a magnetic track at over 200 mph. It's impressive, and distracts me for the time being. I spend my time looking out the window, mostly, because this is the first time I've seen, much less been, outside of Five. There's trees and clouds and a sky so blue it hurts to look at. It's so odd, so foreign, that at first I'm not sure if the outside world is really for me. But then I think of smokestacks and gray concrete walls and smog and the never-ending whirr of the power plants and I decide that yes, this is good.
This is very good.

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{:: Travis ::}
District 5 || ♂ || 15

I SUCK LOL I'M A JERK EATING ALL TEH FUDZ AND MAKE EVERYONE ANGRY. 8D

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{:: Rylan ::}
District 7 || ♀ || 16

This post is inspired by this song. :)

Nothing goes as planned
Everything will break
People say goodbye
In their own special way

"BURR!" My voice cracks and I feel like my chest is about to split open as I stare at the blood body on the floor, beaten, broken, dead. It can't be true, it can't. I can still feel the warmth of his hand in mine. I don't know how, but I manage to get away from the Peacekeepers' grasp and run to Burr, falling to my knees, tears streaming down my face. "Burr," I manage in a hoarse whisper. "Burr, no... this isn't real... Burr, wake up... wake up, dammit! Burr!" His blood is everywhere.

All that you rely on
And all that you could fake
Will leave you in the morning
Come find you in the day

I know the Peacekeepers are screaming at me, but their voices are not reaching my ears, not over the sound of my own sobs. I shake Burr to and fro, trying to get him to wake up, but he doesn't move. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. That's impossible. Suddenly, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and two more grab me by the arms, dragging me, kicking and screaming, into the guest room. I see some Peacekeepers reach for Burr's body, and scream at them even though my throat already feels raw. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! GET YOUR FILTHY, FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HIM!"

Oh, you’re in my veins, and I cannot get you out
Oh, you’re all I taste, at night inside of my mouth
Oh, you run away, cause I am not what you found
Oh, you’re in my veins, and I cannot get you out

I'm pinned to the couch, hurling insults so vulgar that I wouldn't repeat in my entire lifetime. I see a needle, and struggle futilely under the grasp of the Peacekeepers. They can't do this to me, they can't take away Burr and then take away my right to fight, too. I won't let them. So I lash out with my legs, successfully kicking the Peacekeeper with the needle away. I'm awarded by something very, very painful digging into my stomach with surprising force, and I feel myself retch. The taste of blood fills my mouth.

Everything will change, nothing stays the same
Nobody is perfect, oh, but everyone is to blame
All that you rely on, and all that you can save
Will leave you in the morning, will find you in the day

I don't know how I keep going, all I know is that eventually they've got me. I'm panting, I'm covered with my blood and Burr's and the Peacekeepers', pinned down by so many I must be in some kind of super-powered rage. I feel something sharp pierce my arm. My vision goes blurry, my limbs go numb.

Everything is dark
It’s more than you could take
But you catch a glimpse of sunlight
Shining, shining down on your face

The last thing I remember seeing is a pair of sightless eyes before everything goes black. When I wake up, I am on a train.

Oh, you’re in my veins, and I cannot get you out
Oh, you’re all I taste, at night inside of my mouth
Oh, you run away, cause I am not what you found
Oh, you’re in my veins, and I cannot get you out
No, i cannot get you out
Oh no, I cannot get you...

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{:: Isaiah ::}
District 7 || ♂ || 18

I suppose I've always been used to the kind of fancy things I see aboard the train, I'm just glad that I'm around familiar things before I day. he only thing I really dread before the games is going out in the City Circle, dressing head to toe in some ridiculous outfit. We are usually trees, perhaps lumber jacks. There was a particularly terrible year wherein the tributes were dressed in planks of wood. Needless to say, that stylist had been fired after said year.
I'm just glad that the stylist we'd had recently didn't seem too awful. In fact, they seemed to show promise. If I remember correctly they went to a school specializing in design but never finished, so now they're a stylists instead. They've been here for a couple years now, and I'd have to say they keep getting better. At least I have the confidence that we won't just be trees.

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{:: Tawny ::}
District 10 || ♀ || 12

I don't know who to expect in the waiting room, all I know is that I'm am pleasantly surprised when my entire family shows up to say goodbye, one after another, like everything they want to say to me is too private for anybody else's ears. The last to show up is my big brother, after the four others, and I stare at him, waiting. He's crying, but I don't know why.
"I feel like this is my fault," he chokes out, wiping his eyes. "You know, when I was little I asked for a sister, and I don't think mom and dad ever stopped until they got me my wish." He sniffs, smiles, looks at the ground. "Stupid." Eventually, his eyes are dry, and when our time is running short he puts something in my hand. In a clip-the kind you put in your hair for decoration, and I smile. It looks a little raggedy, but on top of the clip is a piece of braided rope with gold tinsel in it. This was part of a collar we made when we were younger, when we found a stray dog wandering around the livestock. It was shot and killed for hunting some lambs, but we kept the collar as a remembrance and when I board the train, looking in a mirror, it's not distasteful at all in my hair. Just homely.

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{:: Trevin ::}
District 10 || ♂ || 13

I dunno why but I'm just not interested in Trevin in the slightest right now... welll nobody came to visit him cause his mom is passed out drunk and he boarded the train and said hi to Tawny and then went in his room to cry. Poor boy. :T