*Enemy* (hunger games) closed

[excalibur.]

Megan Flanagan- District 1

The girl was up and ready in a small floral dress and some sandy ankles high heels. She walked with
her dad and got her blood taken and once she had done, she kissed him goodbye. Knowing that all this
time when she was in the arena, he would be alone. She had a brother and a sister who both died in
training and she didn't want to let him down. Her mother also died of a type of cancer so she knew that
if she was killed or died in anyway, her father would be alone and depressed, no doubt about. She stood
in the crowd of girls. If she wasn't picked, then fine, but if she was, she was ready to kick butt. As the men
were called, a tribute volunteered, Tyler Vanity. Okay, she had to admit, he was hot and all but he could be
an arrogant teenager who cares about nothing but himself. She did train with him and both of them were determined.
When the female tribute was called, all she heard was, "Megan Flanagan." The girl gave a small smirk to herself and then walked out the crowd and then through the gap and onto the stage with a smirk on her. Meg looked over at Tyler and smiled before looking forwards at everyone else.

[Mufa]

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Character name: Barley Field
Gender: Male
Age: Fourteen
District: Nine
Personality: Barley is very quite and keeps to himself. He's frail and can't stand the games, so he knows that he won't live very long. Very observant and stealthy, he will rely on hiding to win the games. Kind and caring, selfish and fast. Overall, quiet, observant, stealthy, fast, kind, and caring.
Skills: Speed, Stealth, Climbing
Weaknesses: Fighting, Strength, Speaking
Love interest: None
Other; I read the rules

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(Thank you so much!)

Amber Woodland

They kept coming. The creatures dug their claws deeper into her every time she started to lose energy. Amber ran faster and faster, as they seemingly glided up to her. She took sharp turns, and kept running faster and faster, her lungs feeling as if they would simply give out. Then she saw an axe, which seemingly just popped up out of no where, but she wasn't complaining. Amber gripped the axe, and swung, decapitating one of them with a single swing. She threw the axe at the next one, landing it in the center of its face, right in between its glowing red eyes. Those feiry reds would haunt her for months to come, surely. Amber had nothing left to throw, so she resorted to her fists. She was rather good at this, as she often play-fought with the boys on her street, as that is what Amber Woodland did. She was not compatible with girls. But there were too many. You kick one in the head, two came right back at her. Finally, the creatures jumped on top of her, and Amber, helpless as they bound her wrists behind her, screamed.

Amber bolted up right, gasping for air. Her green eyes bright, and wide with fear. She fought to catch her breath as she looked to see her fists were gripped so tight against the knitted blanket, her knuckles has turned white, and her finger nails had left indents in her palms. Amber sighed, and looked over at her window, seeing the sun was barely over the horizon. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip as she swung her long legs over the side of the bed. As her feet hit the cold hard wood flooring, a shock ran though out the girls body. She stood up slowly, as her eyes struggled to open after the lack of sleep. Than again, the night before the reaping had never really been easy on her mind. Amber strode across her small room to the hallway, where she walked to the bathroom.

After washing her face, and brushing her teeth, Amber walked back to her oom, and looked around, deciding on something tpo wear. Amber being Amber, she decided on some black jeans and a tee shirt, before her mother walked in and scolded her. Apperently she was supposed to look presentable today, and she would have to wear a dress. Amber shuddered at the very thought as her mother laid out a floral short dress. Amber rolled her eyes, and threw on the dress, discusted with her appearance. She looked like such a girly girl, and she was not content with it at all. Though she wanted her mother to be happy, so she applied light makeup, and left her hair down. Amber felt too dressed up, but she did get her way with some converse sneakers, a rarity in district seven. Only worn for special occasions. Amber sighed as she walked out of the small house, not saying good bye. She walked along the usual path, picking an apple from the tree she always hung by. Some of her friends commented on her rather feminine apprearance, though she blew it of. "If my face is on television, I will look better than you.." she countered as she pushed one of them into a mud puddle. Everyone laughed, as she helped the boy back up, and laughed. He laughed along with her, shoving her into a tree. It would have hurt, if she wasn't Amber. She laughed, as she continued on with the day. After this was all over, she was planning on going out to the big oak to hang out and celebrate. But little did she know, that she would not be attending that party.

"And the female tribute for district seven.." the cheery announcer said as she twirled her hand in a glass bowl. "Amber Woodland!" She held her breath, as her deep green eyes searched for her friends, and they equally puzzled looked back at her. She was not going to the party. She was going to the hunger games. Amber gritted her teeth as she walked up to the stage, and stared into the crowd.

(sorry if there are some errors.. I am on an I Pad.)

Maverick Seaswell

Maverick lay awake in the dead of night, steam from his hot breath visible in the bone-chilling temperature of district four. Being by the water in this time of year, District four always grew cold in the hours of night. Maverick's sea green eyes stare into oblivion, as he replays the dreaded days events:

The water was rather odd that day, almost as if it was warning the people of Four, warning them that something would happen to a loved one. Maverick gripped the spear his father, and father before that possesed, as his eyes looked through the water, searching for the fish that lay just underneath the surface. A mako shark glided eerily through the salt water just a few feet away from the boy, as he grinned, and positioned his trident for attack, when the blood-curdling scream erupted not too far away. This sound scared even the shark, as it flipped its tail, and dove beneath the area where light could still exsist. Maverick's head snapped to the side, as he saw the splashes, and the dark red cloud of water. People off shore seemed to look to the beach, as a boy cried for a girl, and started running towards teh shore. Sharks. Maverick knew it was not wise to be in the water, as Makos come in schools, and there was bound to be more. He quickly struggled against the water, trying to get to shore, and once he did, he sprinted towards the man who was desperately trying to get to teh girl. He tackled the man to the ground, and held him down, barely. The man has twice the amount of strength, and panic overriding his mind. "Calm down sir! Its not safe!" Maverick barked as the man struggled against teh sand. "She's.. she's being attacked!" he cried, as yet another scream sounded, the splashing becoming less violent. Maverick looked up, and the splashing had ceased. The girl was dragged under. "DShe's gone, sir." he stated, as the man cried. "She was to be wed tomorrow. She was my love!" he screamed and punched Maverick in the chest. Losing breath, maverick doubled over, from suprize. "I could have saved her!" he screamed as he was about to let his hands fly. Some older men came and restrained the man. "Makos are strong beasts, Theo. She was gone.." they hushed., as Maverick scrambled to his feet, and dusted the sand off of his body.

Maverick ran his hands through his sandy blonde locks, as he sighed, and bit his lip. Those actions are the type of things that you think about, whether it was a good idea or not. Maybe the girl was savable, and she could have married, but maybe she wasn't and he saved the man's life. Than again, did he? Life without the one person you desire is awful hard on the mind, and he might be in more pain now than if he was eataen by the dreaded sharks. But Maverick reminded himself that the reaping was tomorrow, and he should get some rest. So he laid back down in the light blue sheets, and stared at the ceiling, hoping sleep would over come him.

When Maverick awoke again, iot was too early to get dressed, yet too late to go back to sleep. He slowly rose from the bed, and looked out at the ocean, from his window. He stared, as the waves crashed against the shore. They were rather nice waves, and with the wind, they were breaking on the outside. Perfect time to surf. Maverick pulled on some swim trunks, and grabbed his spring suit from his closet. Mornings were usually cold. He walked out of his room, and closed his door slowly, making sure to make no sound. Annabelle would surely catch him, as she is the lightest sleeper you could know. Maverick practically tip toed to the garage, where he grabbed his board, and smiled. Maverick thought about waking up his father, and maybe even his brothers, but he needed time to think, alone.

***

After coming back, Maverick felt calm, and collected. When he hung up his board, and washed out his suit, Annabelle came out, and practically interrigated the boy. Maverick only smiled and answered all the questions he was asked, as he picked her up and took her to the kitchen, where he set her on the table, and walked over to his mom, kissing her on the cheek. It was sort of ritual to do every reaping, as Maverick ran a hand through his hair once again, and sat down at the table, to enjoy a nice breakfast. After eating, he walked back to his room, and opened the door, sighing. Now he had to pick something to wear, and he was pretty sure he would be going in a tee shirt and jeans, when his mother barged in, and set down a nice pair of black pants, and a button down white shirt. Maverick laughed but nodded his head, and shooed her out of the room, before getting changed and grabbing his skate board from the corner of the room. He sighed, and walked back to the kitchen. "Bye guys. When I come home, we are going to the bon fire, right?" He asked as he hugged his mother, and father. His mother nodded, and his dad chuckled. Maverick nodded, and turned around. "Ugh you guys?" he said laughing as he leaned down for his four siblings to hug him. They all ranged from 4-10, and he couldn't live without them. "I'll see you guys there, ok?" he said as he smiled and walked to the door. Before closing it, Annabelle tugged on his pocket, and Maverick looked down at her. "You will come home tonight, right?" she said. Maverick always admiring her use of words at her age. "Of course, silly. I promise.." he grinned as he kissed her forehead, before walking out of the house, jumping off of the top step to the ground, throwing his skate board forward, and jumping out on it. On this day, Maverick learned not to make promises that he could not keep.

(sorry.. I feel like it is a little too long.. :P but I just wrote everything down xD)

[park.]

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↷ District 1 2 ♕ tagged by none ♕

Jay shook his head and stifled a yawn. It was morning surprisingly. Usually Jay woke up with the sound of his best friend yelling at him that he should be ready for work ages ago. Jay sat up and sighed knowing what today was. The stupid Hunger Games meeting. He sighed rubbing his hands through his hair and managed to sit up and stifle a yawn. it was sunny out, the sun shone in Jays face. he didn't know how it could be so sunny on such a dreary day. "Another Day in District Twelve." Jay muttered to himself. He opened the door and walked through his house grabbing oddly enough a loaf of bread and cutting it with one of his knifes. He took the piece stuffing it in his mouth. After a couple minuets of cleansing up his house, that he didn't know he wouldn't ever see again.

Quickly, he walked out and felt the warm sun hitting his face and hope was in him. He wouldn't get pick for sure. He walked down the poor streets wishing he could help every single family and finally made it to the clearing. People were trying to go away and some were ever stifling around nervously, like himself. Soon Jay was crowded by the bunch of people and managed to find his friend, Luke. The weird looking lady stuck her hand in the bowl. It felt like ages as she slowly opened it. "Jay Baruchel" she called. He sighed glad she didn't call him and he smiled looking over at Luke who shone a huge amount of deep concern.... crud. That was his name. Really? he thought turning his head as everyone separated away from him, thanks guys. He didn't move and the woman said. "Come here young man." with a smile. He shook his head starring down at his feet. Guards suddenly walked up grabbing Jays arm and he tugged back until they pushed him onto the stage. He looked over at the lady and suddenly a gunshot pierced through the air. Jay jumped to see the crowd lowering their hands and the starter dead on the floor, Luke. "No!" yelled Jay jumping down and running over to Luke but before he got to him he was hauled back on stage to wait for the female runner.

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(I seem to have another question: How is this role play going to start moving along? )

[mackstarr]

(I'm sorry to everyone I haven't been around much but my family is all home for the weekend and hunting season starts tomorrow.. I don't have time to post but you all can. I think we should all sort of vaguely time skip to the tributes meeting during the practice)

[mackstarr]

(Are you guys all still around?)

Gavin walked up a spotless hallway in the tributes' building slowly, his heels scuffing the marble ground and his eyes fixated on the pathway ahead of him. He did not want to go and face all the other people he would be forced to fight in only a few short days. But they had to go "train", or rather show off their skills now. He hadn't seen the girl from his district since he got off the train and neither had he watched the other reapings like the others most likely had. He probably should have, but wasn't motivated toward it at all. He supposed he'd put off social interaction long enough and raised his face before walking through the expensively constructed double doors into a high-ceilinged room. Several other people were already there. Looking around at their faces, he felt less intimidated. Sure, some of them were inhumanly attractive but you couldn't kill with looks. The careers all stood together. They were strong in stature but brain and agility overtook brawn in many cases. Gavin flicked his caramel hair from his eyes and proceeded on toward the spear throwing station. His first few attempts were shaky, but he soon found he could sling the long weapon across his shoulder and hit the target very accurately from there on.

Waliyha stood off to the side in the training room. She didn't want anyone to see her coincidentally adept knife-skills before they were even faced against her, so she busied herself by tying knots. She wasn't very good at it, and had to read over the blueprint-like instructions several times before she could make it accurately. She wanted to talk to someone, find an ally maybe, but mostly she wanted to know where the weakest were. She was not going to give up. She'd killed before and she would kill again. It didn't matter that it was broadcast to the entire population of Panem. Scanning the room for her target, Waliyha tried to fight the growing sense of aloneness growing in the pit of her stomach.

[Mufa]

{Where are we starting the Roleplay? At the reaping, at the capitol, in the games, or where?

[SunnyJustice]

[I'm still around. Judging from Mack's last post I'd say that we are currently training, I don't know, I may be wrong.]


Janet Hale of District Two

-- Janet was standing close to the other Careers. Her dusky eyes were sharp and alert, scrutinizing and analyzing all the individuals who were meant to be her competition, taking in every bit of information possible. Even if she did not intend to be at all friendly with the children she would slaughter, she would get to know them in her own way, by contemplating their every action and taking mental note of them. Janet was planning on becoming a valuable and indispensable contribution to the Career pack by sharing her intellect and skills.
-- The girl from District Two hoped that her allies did not underestimate her or discriminate against her due to her diminutive size or lack of physical strength. Janet was a Career and nothing less. She’d trained her entire life for this one event, and nothing was going to stop her from making at least one Career triumphant. She didn’t care whether or not it was her who would obtain victory. In fact, Janet knew she would choose to give up her own life if it meant saving another Career. It felt like her responsibility to protect her team no matter what it took.
-- She looked up at James, her District partner. The boy towered over her, yet Janet was not intimidated, as she trusted her fellow Careers – and perhaps James most of all due to his status as the other tribute from her District. “So,” the District Two girl inquired, “are you prepared to completely and utterly annihilate our competitors – as in, the non-Career tributes? I know for a fact that I am.”

[mackstarr]

(I posted a reaping scene first and then time-skipped. You can do that too or just sart at the training if you want)