Tʜᴇ Oᴅᴅs - Hunger Games Roleplay - Closed

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Lillith Kiva Platinum

District: One
Age: Seventeen
Currently: Reaping
Crush: N/A
With: No one in Particular
Words: 947

The things kept coming. Their hands seemed to sear the skin off of her as she ran and ran for the axe just in the distance. Her heart beating tremendously as she pounded through the underbrush, determined to feel the metal handle of the death weapon in her hands. Lilith screamed as one of the creatures wrapped its arms around her chest, its body melting away her own. Lilith only moved her legs faster, getting rid of the creature. The animal had no eyes, or nose or mouth. It was black, and its consistancy felt like smime, that stuck to anything it encountered. Lilith wiped the remnance of the creature off her body, and hurdled a fallen tree, her lungs almost giving up at teh work they were being put through. It felt as if they were slowly being ripped from her body, as she practically screamed and jumped forward, avoining the creatures that swam around her feet. Lillith landed, rolling onto her back, then jumping to here feet quickly, regardless of the break that her body desperatly pleaded for. The girl grabbed the axe, and gripped the handle as she spun around her, realizing they were on all sides. She moved her grip farther down on the handle, letting her easily manouver the weapon, as she spun it, retracting her arm, then yelling as she forced her arm forward, letting the blade do the work as it severed the heads from most of the animals. But as she was busy with the creatures on one side, the ones behind her bear hugged her to teh ground, as she screamed in agony. She gfelt as if her skin was pealing off her body, as she stared into what might have been the face of the creature. Where its eyes should have been, started to glow an eery red. Lilith refused to look any longer as the creature reached its hand to her face and placed its hand on her cheek, burning the flesh. Lilith yelped as it turned her head back to its face.

The girl's eyes snapped open, to look at the ceiling of her luxurous room. Liliths bright green eyes wide with adrenaline. Her heart leaped out of her chest as she reached up to her forehead, sweat pouring down. Usually she would wake up before any dream like that could get that far, but she didn't. Maybe it was anticipation of the games, or maybe just a coinsodence, either wy, district ones finest sat up in her bed, and yawned slightly. She then threw her silky covers to the side, and swung her long legs over the bed. Her feet came in contact with the warm heated floor as she sat up, and looked over at the alarm clock. It was exactly four am. "Perfect." the girl stated to herself as she walked obver to her bathroom, and splashed water on her sweat covered face. She then changed into a simple tee shirt, and some leggings. Satisfied, Lilith walked out of her room, and out of the large house. She looked behind her, sighing, before stetching her body,then starting on a light jog down the street,. Within ten minutes, Lilith had broken out into a full on sprint, as she passed mansion after mansion. She was suprised no one else was jogging today, as usually everyone was out, doing the usual. Lilith decided to think about it no longer, as she continued on for some time, then she made her way back to her own mansion. By now, the sun had crept over teh horizon, and the birds started to softly sing songs. Lilith smiled as she wallked into her house, and grabbed an apple from the bowl placed on the kitchen table. She smiled at her maid, then walked back up to her room, and out to her balcony. Today was a big day, she might as well enjoy it.

After doing misselanious things, Lilith changed into a dress that was a little away from her usual casual style. It did, though, compliment her body, and she was simply too lazy to pick something else out of the giant walk in closet, so she decided it just had to work. She then walked into her bathroom, and kept her hair natural, as she loved her hair. She then added a light amount of make up, and nodded approvingly. After making sure her outfit went together, Lilith walked out of the house once again, knowing neither of her parents were in the actual home. They were probably both working. She sighed as she walked to the town hall, where they did the drawings for the hunger games every year. She entered a line, and got her finger pricked by a peace keeper. Thanking the random person, Lilith was herded into a section of other female seventeen year olds. She gave her simple hi's and she then stared at the capitol woman here to be the announcer. She started out with the usual historical speech, and yada yada yada. Lilith stood still as she awaited the calling. "Ok, ladies first.." the cheery woman stated as she twirled her over done hand in the class bowl with the slips that had Lilith's name on it. " Lilith Platinum!" the woman rung out, as Lilith grinned and walked to the stage. If any one tried to volunteer for her she would make them pray that they died in the games, so that they wouldn't have to face her again. But silence fell over district one. My people know what I want.. she thought as she stood high next to the capitol woman, awaiting the male tributes name.

Maverick Tide Seaswell

District: Four
Age: Eighteen
Currently: Reaping
Crush: N/A
With: No one in particular
Words: 1154

Maverick woke up to the cries of a small child. It was a girl's voice, and he knew this because it was so high-pitched, and there was only two girls in the house. Maverick's mother, and his youngest sibling, Annabelle. Maverick rubbed his face with his hands, as he sat up, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Before walking out of his own room, he pulled on a shirt and looked at the time, to see that it was five am. He sighed softly, wishing he could have gotten just another hour of sleep, and he could easily go back to sleep mat this very moment, but Anna was his sister, and she was obviously frightened. The boy walked out of his room, and down the hall. The house was now silent, with the acception of the sound of Mave's feet against the floor. He slowly pushed Anabelle's door open, to see the girl sitting down on her balcony overlooking the ocean. Maverick walked slowly, and slid the glass door open, so he could sit down next to his four year old sister. "What's up, Belle?" he asked softly, his voice laced with sugar, as he scooped her up single handedly and placed her on his lap. "I had a bad dream.." she stated softly, as she tucked her head in the crook of Maverick's neck. "You weren't gonna come back home.." she said, as warm tears streamed down her soft cheeks. Maverick's eyes retained a gloss over them, as he ran his hand through her curls. "Why would you think o that?" he said, as he looked down at her. "Because.. Willy didn't.." she cried as she stated his name. Maverick had always tried to avoid the subject of his brothers death, and to this day, he still feels sensitive about it. Maverick rubbed the small child's back, and hushed her. "It's ok Belle.. Im not going to leave you.." he said as he softly calmed her, until she fell back into a deep slumber. Maverick slowly stood up, and stared out at the surf, seeing there were decent waves this morning. he nodded approvingly as he took Annabelle back inside and placed her on her small bed. He smiled softly, and kissed her on the forehead, before he walked out of the pink room, and shut the door slowly.

Maverick sighed as he walked back through the hall to his own room, where he stripped himself of his pajama's and pulled on swim trunks. He grabbed his spiring wet suit out of his closet, and then walked down the stairs stealthily, making sure he would not wake any one else. The boy walked through the garage and out the back to feel the crisp morning air envelop his sun kissed skin. Maverick smiled lightly, as he walked down to the beach, and grabbed his surf board out of the hut. He then pulled on the wet suit he had grabbed earlier, and ran into the water, diving immediatly under the waves. This wasMaverick's haven. This is where he could think of everything that could happen on this day.

Maverick flipped his sandy blonde hair to the side as he walked out of the water. After an hour or so in the ocean, the boy from district four felt very calm and collected. He walked back up the beach, and stashed his board in the hut once again. He walked up the path to his house, where he stripped himself of his suit, and washed the salt water out of it, before hanging it up, and grabbing a towel from the drying rack. He pressed the towel against his face, before wrapping it around his lower body, and stretching his muscular arms out, staring at the sun that decided to make its way out from behind the clouds. He smirked as he walked inside his house to be bombarded by the questions of his family members. There were so many, that he could not recite them all, but the main ones were "Where were you?" and "What were you thinking?" but eventually the pandamonium died down once every one realized what day it was, and how Maverick was the only one in the family that would have to suffer the fate yet again this year. Every one was then, so much softer, and kinder. He rolled his neck around until it cracked, as he sighed, and walked past them all. He needed to get ready and be down at the center of town soon. Maverick trudged up the stairs and slowly made his way to the room that was his. He walked inside, and flopped down on the bed, groaning,. The "zen" that he achieved at the beach had completely left his body, and in return he reieved stress. It was over all Ironic though. Yet he tried to look at the bright side of things., his family cares about him.

After brushing his teeth, Maverick pulled on a white button down shirt and some simple pants. He wasn't looking to impress today, though being a Seaswell, he was sure to get attention no matter what his mood. Maverick ran a hand through his hair before looking at himself in the mirror and rolling his eyes. He just wanted to get this over with. He walked out of his room for the how manyth time that day, and slid down the railing to the first floor. He bid farewell to his family and was about to walk out of the front door, when he felt a light tug on his shirt. Maverick turned around, and looked down at little Annabelle. He smiled and picked her up, "Whats up, bug?" he asked as he kissed her forehead. "Just come home, okay?" she asked. Maverick was thrown off by the question, but he played along. ":Of course. I promise.." he said as he laid her back on her own feet, and walked through the door, shutting it behind him. Maverick walked down the stairs and jogged to the square, barely making it on time. The peace keeper looked at him disapprovingly as she pricked his finger unnecessarily hard. He winced and glared at the woman, as he was directed to his area. He just had to get through this year, and then he would never have to worry about the games for himself anymore. He'd just have to worry about Beck, Mason, and Annabelle.

After standing for what seemed like forever., a capitol lady came out, and proudly boasted on how she was lucky to get district four this year. Mave rolled his eyes as he listened barely to the routine speech given every year. "Ok, lets get this started shall we? How about.. ladies first?" she said as if it were a question. But everyone knew girls first was mandatory. Maverick stared at the bowl, as the woman rang out.

(sorry, this would look a lot neater and there would be less mistakes if I were on a computer...)

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Atlas Tiram - District Eight - Seventeen - At the Reaping - Tagged: Hailey
Word Count: 556

The sun was up at five, weak and cold as it looked out over the sleepy District. Atlas rose with the sun, unable to sleep after a long night of tossing and turning. Sure, his name was only in it a couple of times, as it was just him and his father in his family, but he was seventeen, and the slips of paper piled up. He was up an dressed shortly after five, making his way into the small kitchen as his father blearily stared into his cup of coffee, only greeting Atlas with a grunt. Atlas responded with a sigh, settling himself opposite to Caligula Tiram. Atlas' father was not a young man, he had lost his childhood sweetheart to the Games, shortly after she gave birth to Atlas. Luckily, not many people knew that. Those who knew that Atlas' mother was pregnant at seventeen, and reaped at eighteen, looked at Atlas differently when they found out.

Clearing his throat, Caligula caught Atlas' attention. The young man looked up in surprise. His father seemed to be struggling to get something out, behind his thick eyebrows and beard. After a moment of silence, Caligula said haltingly, "Atlas, if - if your name is called - um, well," he coughed "just, um, make your mother proud." he looked up, and Atlas was surprised to see tears in his father's eyes. Caligula never cried, or comforted Atlas. Actually, pretty much all matters of the heart were never acknowledged or spoken of, ever. So this was new. Atlas, feeling uncomfortable and a little awkward, blabbered something saying that he would, then made an excuse to leave the house. He grabbed an apple and shrugged on his familiar jacket, as the air outside was biting, as it was barely five fifteen.

Because he had nothing to do for a few hours until the reaping, Atlas decided to go for a walk. Ah, the sweet smell of overworked workers slogging home in the early hours of the morning. Atlas shied away from several squads of Peacekeepers, and generally wasted time until he found himself at the town square around eleven. He was wearing semi-formal clothes, but Atlas didn't feel the need to change into something better. He gets his finger pricked and files into the seventeen year old males section, and pretends to look interested while all the rest of district eight files in. By the time the clock strikes twelve, their hosting lady --what's her name again?-- is talking loudly into the microphone in her high, shrill voice. Atlas pretends to watch and listen to the introduction video, and barely reacts as some girl he's never met is called up on to the stage. He sighs, and is about to sigh in relief as he;s safe from another Games, when-- "Atlas Tiram!" Orange calls, and Atlas' perception goes into slow motion. He feels the people around him shift, give him pitying looks, but he can't hear anything aside from the pounding in his ears.

Somehow, he walks up to the stage, climbs the steps. Orange is saying her closing words to the audience, and Atlas realizes distantly that he has to shake the girl's hand. He holds his out, eyes on her, but he sees his father in the front row out of the corner of his eye.

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Well I just woke up from a dream
So far away
And it's no accident I landed here
Eyes wide open and seeing clear
I have come a long, long way

atlas tiram, the seventeen year old tribute from district eight. atlas is a master of stealth, as his lanky form and thin body make for easy mobility. he has the patience to sit in a tree all day, waiting for you to pass under, instead of charging you down. he is tall, six feet three inches to be exact, so the literal upper hand is usually his. he is lithe but strong, so he can dodge and slice. atlas has soft light brown hair and icy blue eyes, with pale skin from working indoors most days. atlas is a serious person, not one to joke around or be purposely humorous. He answers most questions very directly, or comes up with some smart-alack reply. He prefers to express his emotions in actions. For example, if you're annoying him, he might punch you instead of telling you to shut up. He is usually quiet, but will speak when needed.

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Scanning the crowd, Hailey found her mom sobbing and shaking her head. She had lost so many to these Games, including her own husband. Hailey's dad died long ago in these Games, and it would almost appear that history was going to repeat itself. Her brother gave her a look, and mouthed something to her, but she couldn't quite make it out since he was so far away.

Hailey had been so caught up in the moment she had forgot; there was a boy tribute too. His name was called, and Hailey found him in the audience. It wasn't hard to tell who it was by the expression on his face. So, these were the tributes of these Hunger Games; Hailey Payne and Atlas Tiram. Hailey had hoped she would be able to spend some of her last moment with someone she may have knew better, but she didn't know many people in District 8 aside from her own family and her family friends, all of who were too old to be reaped for the Hunger Games.

As he made his way onto the stage, she tried to smile at him, but rather nodded. These were the Hunger Games, he was competition, but Hailey wasn't too competitive so she could play nice. And there you had it, the tributes of District 8. "May the odds be ever in your favor!" Orange cheered, then awaited for Hailey to accept Atlas's handshake. She did, and shook it with a trembling grip but tried to save the tears for later. She was on TV, and she wasn't going to appear weak to the other Tributes.

Especially not the careers.

So many questions rather through her mind as she was brought to the room where she would say her goodbyes. What would the arena be like? Would there be major competition? Would she get along with Atlas? So many questions, but she never did realize how little she honestly cared. Death meant nothing to her, and she wasn't afraid of it. Even if it stared her right in the eye, she knew he life didn't mean much. However, dying to the Capital's sickly played game wouldn't be a very pleasant way to die.

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Atlas Tiram - District Eight - Seventeen - At the Reaping - Tagged: Hailey
Word Count: 317

Now that the ringing in Atlas' ears had ceased, he was able to hear the high lilt of Orange's voice in the microphone. She babbled, "May the Odds be Ever in your Favor!" before squealing a little, like a schoolgirl. She was truly pathetic, with her bright hair and thick makeup and outrageous clothes. Sure, working at the fabric factories had exposed Atlas to plenty bright colors and fine silks, but he had rarely seen them on actual human beings, and in this fashion. Who, for example, would swathe their head in semi-transparent silk, paired with a completely transparent dress that left nothing to imagination? Atlas never quite understood Capitol fashion, and he was nowhere near understanding it now.

Atlas distantly realized that he had to shake Hailey's hand. He did so, looking her in the eyes with a cold stare. He towered over her, and looking down on her was no problem. She was so small, with her bright red hair, Atlas realized that she would probably be dead in a day. He noticed the pattern, some small kid thought he could sneak in and grab a couple of weapons without the Careers noticing him. They were always wrong. And within an hour of the Games beginning, all the small one's blood was on the cornucopia. Of course, the smart ones usually just turned and ran the second the gong sounded, and they lived for a few more days than they would've if they had dove into the fray. Of course, some actually managed to get away with a pack or a water bottle or rarely a weapon. They lasted longer than the almost suicidal runners. Atlas of course, planned to go down fighting, injuring whoever had stuck a knife in his back. There were too few of those, those who showed resilience until the very end. Atlas hoped he was one of the lucky ones.

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anna henry
age:fifteen - district:seven - gender:female - at:reaping - feeling:empty

anna henry snapped up from her relatively peaceful slumber, a knot in her gut and worry in her dark chocolate eyes. she looked around quickly for any site of her younger sisters, and seeing that they had already woken and left their shared room, allowed a few tears to slip quietly from between her thin lashes. she tugged the raggedy quilt over her head and closed her eyes. it was reaping day, and her name was in that damned bowl twenty four times. every year she had taken out five tesserae rations, which had helped keep the henry family alive. of course, it also meant that anna was indirectly adding more opportunities for suicide selection. she knew that she wasn't tall or fast or strong. she knew that when put to the test, she wouldn't be able to identify a mushroom from a fatal fungus. it was all the same to her. and due to the fact that she lived in the cold lumber district, there was never much means for identifying herbs. sure, she knew how to swing an axe, but being selected for the hunger games was a death sentence. after several more minuets of a small panic attack, anna emerged from beneath the comfort of the thin quilt and dabbed at her eyes. hoping the redness from her early tears had passed. she was wearing a thin long sleeved tee shirt and beat up pajama pants, which were really just cheap cotton lined with a warm animal fur. her father had splurged for her mother one year, and eventually the pants were handed down to anna. she walked from the bedroom into the kitchen space, looking for her younger sisters. they were sitting quietly by the fire place, speaking in quick hushed tones. anna wasn't able to make out what they were saying, but knew enough that selene was probably just explaining to young cleo what she thought the hunger games were. "hey selene," she said quietly, causing both the little brown heads to whip around, "why don't you go wake up mom and dad?" the middle sister nodded quickly and hurried off to the only other bedroom of the house, while anna took a seat next to the youngest. the little girl simply looked up at anna and whispered "please don't go today". anna smiled meekly and took the little girl in her arms, comforting her to the best of her abilities. they sat together in front of the wood fueled fire and waited for their parents and sister to join them. it was something that happened every reaping, they spent the early morning together, knowing it might be their last. today though, the threat of being pulled was larger than ever. twenty four names was a lot, and everyone knew that. when the parents finally took their seats on either side of anna, she closed her eyes and leaned into her father, wishing this moment could last for ever. an hour passed without any of them speaking, and her mother silently stood, going to make a breakfast out of what little food they had stored. eventually the large family made it's way to the small table and silently ate the meal prepared for them. it was boiled and mashed grains, an oatmeal imitation of sorts. they had never been well off and never had a full meal, but their were never any complaints. after they had ate the last of the 'oatmeal', each of the family member changed into their best outfits, even the little ones. anna had worn an old navy dress, with a bit of white lace trimming the top. it was something of a luxury, and anna had never been allowed to wear it before. once again proving that she may actually be pulled at this reaping. her mother came in silently, tears threatening fall at any second, and she slowly started pulling strands of anna's hair into an elaborate updo. anna simply let her, all emotions had left her body an hour ago and she was ready to go to the reaping. as the family moved to the door, they each gave the eldest daughter a long hug and a kiss on the cheek. she was the first to exit the house, and the first to enter the square. her family walked to the viewing area and anna stepped up to be signed in. the process was quick and painless, a simple finger prick and she was herded into a group with other female fifteen year olds. their was chatter, quick and loud as people tried to make small chat. giving a false sense that it was normal and okay, that someone wasn't about to be picked to fight to the death. anna had never been very sociable and therefore had little to no friends. there were people she would say hello to on occasion, but for the most part she was on her own in school and at the lumber yard. as soon as everyone had been signed in, their district escort, mentor, and mayor had appeared on stage and were smiling ear to ear for the cameras. their were long speeches from the mayor that everyone had heard for years and years, the district mentor had their eyes all over the crowd, scanning for the strongest and hoping who would get picked while the escort was waiting for her cue to 'do the honors'. finally, she stood up and waltzed over to the two bowls. "as always, we will pick a lovely lady first." anna's heart stopped. she closed her eyes and prayed, prayed for anyone but anna henry. silence laid in the air, louder than any other sound in the world. the escort's long finger nails reached in and daintly plucked out a single folded paper. opening it up slowly, she read the name allow with a loud, cheerful voice, "annaliese henry!" her mother gasped loudly and all of the girls around her gave sympathetic yet grateful looks, cleo started shouting. "no! anna!" the young girl's voice rang out crisp and clear in the quiet space. her father had picked up the small child in an attempt to quiet her but it had not helped. a peace keeper had moved to quiet the family, but anna hadn't stopped to watch. she had to look brave, even if her heart was in her throat and her family was being pushed away from the square. the cameras had quickly zoomed in on her face and anna's jaw clenched in fear. she made her way up to the platform and stepped up quietly. "may the odds be ever in your favor miss. henry!" the escort said sweetly and flashed a toothy smile before moving to the boy's bowl. anna stared straight ahead and looked out to where her home was hidden. she would never be able to go back their, she would never be the same, even if she did live, which was so unlikely she didn't even bother thinking about it. anna hadn't been paying attention and missed the calling of the boy's name, but she didn't care.

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jaxon tyler
age:thirteen - district:three - gender:male - at:reaping - feeling:helpless

jaxon woke up to his father shaking his shoulders, "get up, jaxon. it's almost time to leave." he rolled over in his bed and closed his tightly. today was the reaping and possibly the worst day of the year. from what he understood, in the capitol people celebrated this day like some kind of holiday, the thought made him sick. last year his best friend's older sister was called and she died in the first few days. the last time someone won from the electronics district was six years ago. it was elektric jones. and he won through some crazy wiring that electrocuted everyone or something. jaxon was only seven at the time and hadn't fully understood what the hunger games actually were. in fact, he still wasn't sure of exactly what would happen if for some freak chance his name was pulled. he was thirteen and his name was only in the bowl two times, his father said that he wouldn't be pulled, it was always someone with at least ten name slips. so when the time rolled around for jaxon to get dressed he hadn't taken to terribly long. he slipped on his only dress pants and button up shirt and comber his hair neatly. walking to the door, he was greeted with a kiss from his mother and pat on the shoulder from his father. the trio made their way to the town square where jaxon's older sister was holding her youngest baby, a small fake smile placed on her lips. her husband spotted jaxon and waved him over, his parents following in suit. elena turned around and placed a kiss on jaxon's cheek and wished him good luck before turning to their mother and talking quietly. jaxon took this as a hint to go and sign in. he got his finger pricked and was ushered to the back of the boy's group, standing amongst twelve and thirteen year olds. as soon as everyone was standing in their designated groups, kayli capai, the mayor, and elektric jones entered the stage. elektric and kayli took their seats with pleasant smiles and the mayor went through the run of the mill speeches everyone was required to listen to at the reapings. as if on que, kayli stood and walked gracefully over to the girl's bowl. she pulled out a name and read it allowed, "the female tribute for district three is...rory azar!" a very bright red-headed girl had no hesitation as she walked up on stage, her face hard and emotionless. jaxon turned his attention back to kayli and watched as she moved to the boy's bowl. pulling out another name she opened it slowly, "and the male tribute for district three is jaxon tyler!" the words echoed throughout the square. his heart stopped, his name had only been in the bowl two times! how was that possible? jaxon looked through the crowd, searching for his parents but every face was a blur. one of the boys poked him, an attempt to make him move forward. stunned and in shock, he walked up to the stage and took his place next to rory. she was undoubtedly older than him, as he was going to end being one of the youngest contestants competing. as their were no volunteers, the ceremony continued and jaxon stood silently. soon the two tributes were ushered inside for goodbyes. there was a lot going on, and he barely had enough time to process it all, but soon he was sitting on a real leather loveseat and his parents walked in teary-eyed. they hugged him and he felt entirely weak, his sister was next and she cried openly, knowing that this would be the last time she would see him. he wasn't sure how, but he had managed to keep all tears at bay and simply hug back the family and friends who came to say goodbye. everything was a blur.

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The sound of the soft waves crashing on the rocky shore was the first sound that rang in the brunettes ears. Living in district 4 had many perks, including being near the ocean almost everywhere you went. Ariella was lucky to be part of a particularly wealthy family, even for the higher-class district of 4. Her father had a stable job as a a fisherman who also ran his own business. Her mother made nets for her father and other fisherman, which brought in another small income. As she was the only child, Ariella never had to share affection or money with anyone else, and grew up spoiled and rich. And Ariella sure did take her wealth for granted. The poorer districts like 11 or 12 never crossed the girls mind, and she never really cared about the starving children or freezing elderly.

Rising from her bed, Ariella took a moment to stretch and relax. In a couple more days, there would be no time to relax; she would be competing for her life in the Hunger Games. Yes, most children fear the yearly reaping, but every year during the picking of the tributes Ariella felt a pang of jealousy, wanting to get her hands dirty and win honor for her family. Growing up in District 4, Ariella has been handling knives, spears, and tridents her entire life. Tying knots and making spears and hooks is just every day life in four, and just because she had a pampered life didn't mean Ariella was an exception. She thought it was fun spearing fish and making nets. Ariella took her training to the next level and began preparing herself for the annual games, wanting to join the other victors in the village and bring honor to her family. As soon as she turned 12 she began entering her name as many times as she could for the tesserae, wanting to get in the games as soon as she could. Her parents wouldn't let her volunteer until she was seventeen years of age, which she had finally turned earlier in the year.

Today was finally the day; the reaping. Giddy and excited, Ariella made her way into her bathroom to ready herself for the day. She had to make sure she looked nice for the cameras, and any capitol members who were looking for tributes to support. She started off with a light application of makeup - Eyeliner, foundation, mascara - and moved on to her outfit. The girl decided on a short navy and white striped dress remnant of a sailor, paired with silver heels and an anchor bow in her hair. Ariella was fully aware that she would be made over by the capitol, but this was her time to shine on her own, which would hopefully impress everyone. The time had just about come, and Ariellas' parents approached her as she walked to the front of her house. Her parents embraced her from both sides, holding on to their only daughter. "We love you so much honey." They said in hushed voices, but Ariella wasn't feeling the emotional goodbyes, and frankly, she would be coming home anyways. "I love you guys too, Ariella said, holding back and eye roll, "But honestly, I'm coming home. I have everything it takes; smarts, skills, and looks." She finished, a smile on her voice. Ariella pulled away from her parents, flashed a grateful smile, and then made her way out into the bright sun. It was all just a blur from there. The short walk to the center square, the finger pricking (which only hurt half as much as usual), the lining up with the other girls. Finally, the video that was replayed year after year was over, and the lady from the capitol came back out. "Ok, lets get this started shall we? How about.. ladies first?" She said loudly to the square. Her outrageous outfit tried a little too hard to fir District 4. It just looked like the ocean threw up on her, not like she knew anything about the district. Rolling her eyes, Ariella waited for her to pull a name from the bowl. Its not like it matter to Ariella, she was going in no matter whos name got called, saving another poor victim from going in.

"Coral Prickett!" The name rang loudly throughout the square, and a younger girl aged around 12 or 13 started walking towards the front. She looked nervous, her eyes wide and her hands shaking. This would work out perfectly for Ariella, making her look like she was saving the life of a child. Smiling, the capitol woman began speaking into the microphone, trying to ask if there were any volunteers. "Do we ha-" "I volunteer as tribute!" Ariella called, her silky voice ringing throughout the silent square. She made her way up onto the stage, a look of concern on her face. As Coral made her way back off the stage, Ariella enveloped her in a hug, and said "It's okay darling, you're safe.". Her voice was dripping with fake sweetness and care for the random child. Ariella had no idea who this girl even was; but why not make everyone think she was saving the life of an innocent girl? Standing tall and pretty on the high stage, Ariella said her name loudly as the capitol woman asked who she was. A slight smile was on her face, a look of care plastered over her smile. "Lets move on to the boys, shall we?" She asked, her capitol accent thick and foreign to the district four people.



[This is kinda long and kinda not good, sorry about that. I wanted to get a post up >.> ]

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Maverick Tide Seaswell

District: Four
Age: Eighteen
Currently: Being Reaped
Crush: N/A
With: Ariella Cod
Words:441

Maverick stared as the horrific scene played in front of him. A young girl, no older than twelve r thirteen, had been reaped for the hunger games. He wasn't like the people in the backround, who were disappointed, as they usually were when young kids got picked, no he was scared for the little girl. She was surely not going to make it, and Maverick swore at that very moment, if he was a girl, he would have volunteered. But something miraculous happened, as someone volunteered. Her name was Ariella Cod, and Maverick had seen her around in school once or twice. She was a nice enough girl, but Maverick didn't even care about that. This girl is taking a small childs place in a bloodbath, and maverick could have never been more impressed.

"Lets move onto the boys, shall we?" the capitol woman said in her foreign accent. Now, Maverick was completly capible of winning the games, as he one, is technically a career and two, he has been working with pointy objects all his life. So, even though he had this, he was still, rather scared. Annabelle was expecting him home, and though he highly doubted he would be reaped, he still worried. "And the boy for District four is..." a long, suspensful pause. maverick gripped his fists at his side as his knuckles turned white. "Maverick Seaswell!" The woman rang out. Shock was etched over Maverick's face, but he had to play it cool. Tributes would look over the reapongs, and he had to already fight for his life. Maverick smirked, as he sauntered up to take his place next to Ariella Cod. Maverick heard the cry of his young sister, but he had to ignore it. Yet it already fed the flame that was blazing inside him, the flame that would give him courage. He needed to get back to her.

Maverick smiled for the camera, and looked to his side, at Ariella. He wanted to tell her how, what she did was such a great thing, but it hit him. She wants to be here. He could tell too, her body language, the confusion on the little girl;s face as Ariella talked to her. It was fake. Now, Maverick had to give the girl credit, I mean heck, she even had him fooled. But this girl couldn't play it that long, as she beamed confidence. She was dangerous, though, Maverick decided to trust the girl, for now. Get to know her a little better. He could not make friends with her, as that is a recipe for disaster, but eventually, he could ally with her.

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Ariella couldn't help but scan the crowd with her eyes, the sea blue orbs landing on the roped off section of possible male tributes. Hopping from face to face, Ariella couldn't help but size herself up with each of them and found herself feeling very confident. Many were small boys. No, she wouldn't have an ally in them when it came down to it, but it would mean she would have a greater chance at winning. Mentally shrugging, Ariella gave up trying to decide who she wanted to be reaped. It didn't matter to her, she would have to kill them anyways and either way, some of the district would be upset with her.

The loud voice of the capitol woman brought Ariella back to the situation at hand, the male tribute. The name rang out, loud and strong: "Maverick Seaswell." The name sounded familiar, and sure enough when the sandy haired boy made his way up to the stage, memories of seeing the boy registered in her mind. He was a grade above Ariella, although they attended the same school. A smirk was plastered on the boys face, which surprised Ariella, especially because of the voice of a small child that cried out as his name was called. She assumed she was his sister, but that was all she could gather from the limited information. Its not like they were friends, or even acquaintances really.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ariella saw Maverick looking at her. She wasn't sure why, but Ariella turned her head to face her opponent, looking at him in his sea blue eyes. They matched her almost exactly. "I'm sorry you have to leave your sister." A sad smile graced her face as she spoke, her voice soft and delicate. "But hey. Atleast you have somebody to fight for, right?" Ariella tried her best to be genuine, and a part of her was. She couldn't imagine having to leave someone she loved so much to fight for her life, but Ariella had no one she cared for enough to not go to the Hunger Games. Her parents obviously cared for her, and her for them, but she was never as close to them as she wanted to be.

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Maverick Seaswell

District: Four
Age: Eighteen
Currently: Being reaped
Crush: N/A
With: Ariella Cod
Words: 315

Maverick looked over at Ariella, as his smirk still plastered on his face. "Ah yes, she will be missing me." he stated, softly, as he leaned towards Ariella. Maverick leaned in, close enough where his soft lips could almost touch her cheek. "But I will come back to her.." he whispered, his voice smooth, and slow, as the capitol woman started wrapping up her speech.He leaned back to his normal position and as he smiled and waved at the camera as if nothing had happened. He seemed aweful cheery for a person who had just been picked to enter the hunger games, but Maverick was a very good liar. "If you are with me, then great, but if you aren't, don't think I will spare you." he stated, not to intimidate her, but to warn her.

She seemed like a nice enough girl, that Maverick could use in a team, but only if she was willing. Ariella physically was not very intimidating, Maverick standing at 5'8 was three inches above her head, and she seemed rather small. But he knew he couldn't not under estimate her, for she seemed as if she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Ariella was also from four, which meant that she could fish. He was also a year older than the girl, as he was at the peak of his game, probably ending up to be one of the oldest in the games, for he was nearing the end of his eighteenth year of life, his birthday only being a month away.

Maverick smiled at Ariella, before turning to face the crowd once again. The capitol woman ushered them inside, to where they would bid their farewells, then head on a train to the capitol. Maverick was torn on whether he wanted t say goodbye or not, but he decided that it would be the best closure for the members of his family, just in case he did not make it back.

(wb)