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[katniss,]

This is a private one-on-one for Cazio and myself. Do not post unless you are Cazio or myself.




The last rebellion failed.

The girl on fire, Katniss Everdeen? She was burned at a stake for her treachery, and the Capitol civilians laughed at the irony of her execution.
The girl literally was on fire.

Gale Hawthorne? Dead. Peeta Mellark? Dead. Haymitch Abernathy? Dead. Coin, leader of District 13? Dead.

The entire rebellion is dead. They were defeated within the confines of a year. And now? The Hunger Games have returned, of course. Did you think the Capitol would give up the Games to quell the people? Of course not, silly goose. If only, the rebellion attempt only made the Games more terrifying and deadly.

Not to mention this year is the 100th Quarter Quell! Oh the excitement!
May the odds be ever in your favor!



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inside the cornucopia;;

[ 1 ] Large warhammer.
[ 1 ] Rack of 8 golden spears.
[ 1 ] Large blowtorch.
[ 1 ] Trident.
[ 1 ] Sheath of daggers and throwing knives.
[ 2 ] Pouch of throwing stars.
[ 2 ] Poison-dart guns, 12 darts each.
[ 2 ] Silver long-bows, 12 silver arrows each.
[ 3 ] Spiked clubs.
[ 3 ] Short swords and long swords.
[ 3 ] Axes {simple wood-chopping ones}.
[ 3 ] Tents {1x orange, 1x black, 1x brown}.
[ 3 ] Night-vision glasses.
[ 4 ] Long, 30-foot ropes with spikes for climbing.
[ 5 ] First aid kits {sleeping syrup, bandages, simple medical cream}.
[ 6 ] Small cylinders of iodine water-purifier.
[ 12 ] Burlap knapsacs with food, loaf of bread {each bag is from each district} + two apples + crackers each.
[ 12 ] Waterskins, filled.

outside the cornucopia;;

[ 1 ] Flimsy wooden bow {no arrows}.
[ 1 ] Short sword with a brown sheath.
[ 2 ] Burlap sacs of bread {1x stale . 1x fresh}.
[ 2 ] Sleeping bags.
[ 2 ] Sheets of white plastic.
[ 3 ] Short-knives scattered in various places.
[ 1 ] Brown backpack; (1) waterbottle {empty}, (1) sleeping bag, (1) loaf of bread, (1) night vision glasses, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] Green backpack; (2) waterbottles {empty}, (1) pair of socks, (1) tin of crackers, (1) first-aid kit, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] Black backpack; (3) waterbottles {full}, (2) apples, (3) tins of crackers, (1) rope, (1) knife, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] White backpack; (5) waterbottles {full}, (1) loaf of stale bread, (3) throwing stars, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] Green pouch; (2) chunks of bread, (1) apple, (1) medicine kit.

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district one
1. Samantha Sherman {12} + Harmony Sherman {17}
2. Henry Peters {14} + Harmony Peters {14}

district two
1. Stacey Larknight {17} + Ryan Larknight {18}
2. Gavin Montero {16} + Alonso Montero {18}

district three
1. Violet Baron {16} + Patrick Baron {14}
2. Frank Fright {12} + Fred Fright {12}

district four
1. Iris Manne {15} + Petunia {18}
2. Tytus Thompson {17} + Titan Thompson {13}

district five
1. Zoey Leon {12} + Jasper Leon {14}
2. Leopold Troute {16} + Elizabeth Troute {18}

district six
1. Opal Engells {14} + Abigail Engells {15}
2. Archibold Samuels {12} + Mikayla Samuels {17}

district seven
1. Tundra Lord {14} + Titan Lord {17}
2. Veron Yuke {15} + Lucy Yuke {18}

district eight
1. Jennifer Merduche {16} + Glitter Merduche {13}
2. Rudy Ronald {13} + Rusty Ronald {12}

district nine
1. Bailey Johnson {16} + Barley Johnson {18}
2. Craig Widdows {14} + Cally Widdows {15}

district ten
1. Clover Reynolds {17} + Tritan Reynolds {15}
2. Hail Dickens {18} + Randy Dickens {14}

district eleven
1. Isle Rudiment {12} + Kage Rudiment {15}
2. Samuel Ouran {17} + Prudence Ouran {14}

district twelve
1. Tiffany Amberson {12} + Marcelle Amberson {17}
2. Richard Gales {15} + Jasmine Gales {18}

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[size=105][color=#808040]nαмe ::[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]name here[/color][/size]

[size=105][color=#808040]geиdeя ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]male or female[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]αge ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]12-18[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]dιsтяιcт ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]1-12[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]ғαмιℓy ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]all important alive family[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]ωeακиesses ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]a few things your bad at[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]sтяeиgтнs ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]a few things your good at[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]sιиgℓe вesт αттяιвuтe ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]one thing like sword fighting or trickery[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]тяαιиιиg scσяe ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]1-12[/size][/color]

[size=105][color=#808040]σтнeя ::[/color][/size] [color=#808080][size=85]explain anything else you want![/size][/color][/center]

[katniss,]

[ Life is not about how fast you run or how high you climb but how well you bounce. ]

nαмe :: "Marcy Angel Amberson. My real name is Marcelle, but just call me Marcy."

geиdeя :: "Uhh--- slightly insulted. Can't you tell?"

αge :: "17 years old, exactly. The day after the Reaping Day is my birthday, you know."

dιsтяιcт :: "From District 12, the one with all the coal mining."

ғαмιℓy :: "My mother and father are dead, so me and my sister Tiff live with our aunt and uncle in the Seam."

ωeακиesses :: "Why I am not too good with keeping my temper down, and have a nasty habit of lashing out. I am lacking in sword fighting skills too."

sтяeиgтнs :: "My... archery skills and throwing knifes, stars, and spears are very up to par, which add nicely to my ability to climb and sneak through the forest silently. I am also quick the cunning one, dearie. "

sιиgℓe вesт αттяιвuтe :: "I don't know? Probably my long distance fighting skills."

тяαιиιиg scσяe :: "Suprisingly? I got a 10. But don't mention it alot, it makes my sissy feel bad."

σтнeя :: n/a

[ Love is what we were born with, fear is what we learned here. ]

nαмe :: "Tiffany Amberson, but Tiff for short."

geиdeя :: "A girl, of course!"

αge :: "Um, just turned twelve last week. Of course I got chosen for the Games. Typical."

dιsтяιcт :: "District 12 with my sister Marcy."

ғαмιℓy :: "I have my sister Marcy, and my aunt and uncle back in the Seam."

ωeακиesses :: "I am not good at fighting, I am not good at hunting, I am not good at anything."

sтяeиgтнs :: "Um... nothing really. I know herbs, ailments, and what plants are edible and not. Does that count?"

sιиgℓe вesт αттяιвuтe :: "Since being able to tie a mean noose doesn't count, I guess its my intelligence."

тяαιиιиg scσяe :: "I don't really want to talk about it. I got a, um, 4."

σтнeя :: n/a

[Cazio]

[ "i'm everything you never wanted, the person you never dreamed about. ]

nαмe :: alonso montero

geиdeя :: male

αge :: 18

dιsтяιcт :: 2

ғαмιℓy :: david montero (father) valarie montero (mother) gavin montero (brother, younger) maria montero (sister, younger)

ωeακиesses :: he's awful at finding food, and avoids plants altogether because he doesn't know what's poisonous. he's not booksmart, he's always relied on his strength and power to get him through things.

he's also a pretty nasty guy when he first meets people. known as a jerk, it seems like he thinks that he's above it all. he hides his jerkish attitude in front of the camera in the capitol of course, but behind the scenes he is pretty ruthless. its mostly a defense mechanism and a way to protect his brother from getting attached to anyone in the games. once you put up with him for awhile he'll come around, it just might take awhile.

sтяeиgтнs :: alonso is in great physical shape, and thus he is very good with handheld weapons. rock climbing is another skill he's mastered, like practically every district 2 citizen. he might not be booksmart, but he's people smart and adept at picking out who will make it far in the games and making them into his allies. he's a career, so he knows the tricks of the trade.

sιиgℓe вesт αттяιвuтe :: physical strength, he can pretty intimidating, he'll definitely be one of the tributes to claim some valueable stuff form the cornucopia.

тяαιиιиg scσяe :: 8

σтнeя :: before the games he worked as a stonemason's apprentice. e knows how to lay stones, carve it and sculpt it. might be useful for something later, you never know! |D

[ "theres always a light at the end of the tunnel; just make sure its not a frieght train a coming your way." ]

nαмe :: gavin montero

geиdeя :: male

αge :: 16

dιsтяιcт :: 2

ғαмιℓy :: david montero (father) valarie montero (mother) alonso montero (brother, older) maria montero (sister, younger)

ωeακиesses :: gavin is not good in high-stress situations, like the games. he gets nervous easily and though he's a tribute he is awful at winning over the crowds of the Capitol. he hates being in front of the camera and tries to keep a low profile. if that wasn't enough, he's got confidence issues. he's the kind of sibling who doesn't mind being in his brother's shadow because that saves him from being in the spotlight.

he's also average at weaponry. though he is from a physical-centered district, that doesn't mean he's coordinated. he's strong, yes, but terrible at wielding stuff.

sтяeиgтнs :: navigation and mapmaking is his job in district 2. he's strong because he has to climb through tunnels and up rock faces in order to make said maps. unlike his brother, gavin's brain is a walking textbook, he knows everything from how to find water to how to harvest tree bark.

his under-the-radar attitude about the games also gives him the advantage of being unknown. other tributes don't see him as a threat, but gavin can definitely do some major damage. he can create bombs, snares and he even knows herbs that attract trackerjackers. he's going to be a silent killer, and paired with his brother, they are a force to be reckoned with.

sιиgℓe вesт αттяιвuтe :: navigation. he'll have a mental map of the playing field before anyone else knows what direction is north.

тяαιиιиg scσяe :: 6, his weapon skills suck, and he messed up his trap-making demonstration.

σтнeя ::

[katniss,]

{.{ Since its siblings, and you made two guys, how about the change in rules in that each district chooses a single boy and a single girl from the reaping bowl, and then that person must take their sibling {or one of them} with them into the Hunger Games? So evidently, there are 48 tributes {like 50th I guess}, but each tribute has a sibling that goes in as well? Oh, and I am working on my characters. }.}

[Cazio]

Ooc// apparently I just fail at paying attention to things, I wasn't even thinking about how there had to be a boy and girl tribute. -.- you're idea is good though, it seems like something that would definitely happen in the quarter quell. Soooo many tributes are going to have die though o.o but that's what the games are about and the gamemakers are probably very angry because of the whole rebellion thing ;P

[katniss,]

They would be very upset about the rebellion, and the next Quarter Quell the Gamemakers would definitely want to show they are in charge. Like the 50th Quarter Quell, also, alot of tributes died in the Cornucopia battle, and since the land is like an Hawaiin island with sand, sharks, volcanos, and rich jungles, it would be too quick of a game for just 24 tributes. c:

[katniss,]

Everything is all updated! We can start wherever c:
Oh, and Tiffany maybe could be the sibling that dies, and then Gavin the one that gets trapped?

[Cazio]

ooc// alright, that sounds like a plan. :3 we can just start out like in the group rp, with them on the train about to arrive at the Capitol, but maybe at the end of our posts they arrive at the station. also, just so you know, you do a fantastic job with making up names and stuff in the cornucopia and all the tribute mentors etc (in the group rp, and in this one!) it must take you a long time, but you seriously do an awesome job. like, really. keep it up!

Alonso had been expecting a big quarter quell, but nothing like this. Like most in district 2, he had little doubt that the President and the Gamemakers had ditched the original rules for the 100th Quarter Quell and devised their own plan. Quells were always awful, sick, and gruesome, but this was another step across the line. And it was all Katniss Everdeen’s fault, her and Peeta Mellark from District 12. Trying to outmaneuver the Capitol, how dare they? How dare they ruining the future for everyone else in Panem, did they think they would ever succeed? Katniss should have killed Peeta when she had teh chance, no, Peeta should have killed her when he had the chance. He’d watched the 74th Games about a hundred billion times now, he knew every move that had spelled doom for the rest of them. Katniss and Peeta were dead now, but not after they’d made sure to destroy any hope for the rest of them. Peacekeepers were a constant in at least district 2, and everyone was checked on constantly. There was just no escape, even his home had been ransacked in the middle of the night, for no reason but that their lamp was on.

None of that mattered now. Now he was on a train, staring at two people who would most likely be dead in a few weeks, maybe by his own hands. Stacey and Ryan Larknight, the two other siblings chosen for this awful “game”. Siblings who would eventually have to experience the other’s death, or maybe inflict it themselves. Families would go childless, bloodlines abruptly ended by the drawing of a tiny piece of paper from a glass jar. Alonso clenched the side of the table, his dark brown eyes bloodshot. He hadn’t slept in way too long, much to his mentor’s chagrin. Ryan cleared his throat, and Alonso inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes. Ryan used to be a good friend of his, they were the same age and in the same like of work, sort of. Ryan was a stonecutter, Alonso was a stonemason. Well, a stonemason’s apprentice. They spoke a lot, about the Games, Peacekeepers, the normal things. Now they both knew they would be going after each other in less than a month. Alonso didn’t feel like speaking anymore.

It was hard to describe the devastation when his brother’s name was picked. Gavin had gone white, nearly falling over. Alonso had always planned on volunteering if Gavin ever got picked, they both knew Alonso was much more equipped than his younger brother. Alonso had a chance at winning, though remote, t was better than Gavin’s. the devastation didn’t come from the fact that he knew he would automatically be in the Games as well, but that his brother would have no choice but to go. It was the worst scenario he could imagine, but probably worse for their parents. His father had embraced them both as the train prepared to depart, but his mother had been too upset to see them off. Alonso hated her for that, hated her for leaving Gavin without a mother to say goodbye to.

“Alonso.” Ryan’s quiet voice shattered the silence of the traincar. Alonso looked up,meeting Ryan’s eyes. They used to be a bright spring green, but now they were so dark it was hard to imagine teh way they had been before.

“I know you and Gavin will go farther then Stacey and I—“

“You don’t know that.” Alonso interrupted, his chest tightening.

“Oh don’t start. I know you and your brother are much stronger than my sister and I. You and I are friends, Alonso, I know you. So... all I ask is that we can still be friends until those bells go off.”

Alonso felt his stomach drop, but Ryan’s words were slightly comforting. He would have one ally outside of his family until the bloodbath started. He knew it was a stupid thing to agree to, because killing Ryan would make the paying field that much less dangerous, and keeping a friendship could, would, affect his judgment.

“Until the bells go off.” Alonso agreed. Ryan’s body relaxed.

Gavin jumped awake, drenched in sweat. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but a sharp jolt of the train sent it all rushing back to him. He wanted to throw up, do something to stop the shaking. His entire body was trembling like a leaf, his skin was clammy and his throat closed. He hadn’t eaten anything since boarding the train, even at the urging of his mentor, Jacoby Wells. Actually, he’d been acting like some half-insane bedridden child. Sleep was becoming less and less of an escape from what was about to happen, his dreams at turned from exciting and wondrous, to dark and unsettling.

Back in District 2, they’d gone over what you were supposed to do on the train. Eat plenty of food, eat until you wanted to throw up, and then some. Eat meat to get protein, fruits for antioxidants and vitamins, vegetables for other nutrients he couldn’t remember. Only drink water or fruit juice, not sparkling syrups or anything bubbly. Talk extensively to your mentors, ask for advice from your ambassador, don’t associate with the other tributes. He’d done a good job at that, he’d even alienated his own brother. He flinched at a lash of guilt, realizing his brother must be just as terrified. But, in typical Alonso fashion, he had kept his calm. Even at the Reaping when he’d walked up on stage he’d given his brother a friendly hair tousle. Alonso was like that, he knew that the Capitol was watching and feeding of the brotherly mantra. Gavin cursed under his breath and got to his feet.

After taking a quick sink shower to make him feel fresh again, he exited the room. Alonso was talking with Ryan Larknight, smiling about something. He looked over, and his smile widened at the sight of his little brother. Gavin gave a shaky wave and a broken smile.

“Look who’s up!” Alonso greeted, but his eyes flashed.

“Yeah...I was just really really tired. I’m good now.” Gavin replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I figured,” Alonso smiled, but Gavin knew he was lying. He knew exactly what was going on, he was just hiding from Ryan. “Well, come on and get some breakfast, we’re gonna be at the Capitol soon.”

Gavin groggily walked over to his brother’s side, playing up the tired bit to make sure Ryan was convinced. As he sat, Alonso playfully cuffed his shoulder and shoved a plate of the three essential food groups in front of him. A heaping plate of bacon, eggs and strawberries, with cooked carrots on a separate plate, dripping with beef broth. Gavin took a fork and speared a carrot, popping it in his mouth. Suddenly he was overcome with hunger, and barely listened to Alonso and Ryan’s conversation as he scarfed up more food.

He finished the meal like a typical teenage boy, by finding more food to vacuum away. He grabbed a bowl of peaches and cream oatmeal, made with real fresh peaches and fresh cream. It was delicious, and warmed him from the inside out. He scraped the last bits of the oatmeal form his bowl when the door opened. Kyler Gray, their Capitol Ambassador, entered with his sharp gait, and stood at the end of the table. Alonso took a sip from his glass of water before leaning back in his chair.

“Where is Stacey?” Kyler demanded, noticing the 17 year old was missing from the table. Ryan swallowed, casting a glance at the door into the next traincar.

“She’s talking to Quim.” Ryan replied after a moment, referring to Quim Shield, the Larknight’s mentor.

“Is that so?” Kyler growled, drumming his fingers on the chrome table surface. “In that case, I’ll just tell you and hope you can get the message across. We’ll be arriving in the Capitol momentarily, collect your things, get a bite to eat, but pleas don’t look like a slob when you step out of the station. Jacoby, Quim and I will be waiting for you in the next car, but right now I need to get Quim from making me look bad.” Kyler grumbled, and disappeared into the next car.

Alonso downed the last of his water and stood up. Gavin followed suit, and the Montero brothers wordlessly said goodbye to Ryan and entered their bedroom. Alonso dug around in a dresser and tossed something to his younger brother. Gavin caught it with a grunt. It was one of Alonso’s jackets, made of dark grey leather that would almost turn him invisible if he stood against the right set of rocks. Gavin slipped it on, surprised that it actually fit him. Alsono pulled out a similar-colored leather jacket for himself, and turned to his little brother.

“Why were you talking to Ryan?” Gavin asked suddenly before Alonso had teh chance to speak.

“I decided he could be our ally until the games start,” seeing Gavin’s dissapproval he added, “Ryan’s got a hell of an arm, and he could wrestle me to the ground in about two second flat.”

“So do we need to kill him first?” Gavin asked. Alonso smiled weakly.

“That’d probably be a good idea. We’ll know his tricks by then and use it against him. Okay?”

Gavin nodded slowly, then yelped in surprise as Alonso caught him in a hug. It was seldom that his brother ever showed him physical affection, a hug was certainly rare. Gavin hugged back, knowing full well it could be the last time he would get the chance. Alonso broke away, and Gain swore he saw the beginnings of tears in his eyes.

“Come on Gav, we’ve got people to please. Remember what I said?”

“Always smile, always wave.” Gavin recited, grinning,

“And play the best-friend-brother card, right?” Alonso joked, giving him a little shove. Make them wish you could never die, make them think you’re a superstar.

[katniss,]

{.{ I have no muse right now, and my post only has a small amount in it... I will post sometime, I swear. I need to gather up muse or something. Could we maybe timeskip to a day of training? I feel like I could write something for that. }.}

[Cazio]

Ooc// Yeah, maybe we could skip to when they first meet each other, either at the training sessions or the interviews, I don't care which. Whatever you need to get some muse