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button.- No, we're not in training yet. owo}}


[Yarrow Maryam-Sixteen-District 8]

Yarrow's face sort of fell when Lacey looked suddenly saddened- he hadn't mean to bring up anything painful, and didn't really know how to react either. However, she was smiling at his joke before he could even panic too much about it, and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

He decided {perhaps wisely} not to mention the almost-tears, or her brothers, or that whole strain of the conversation in general. "Oh, I hope there are no berries in our arena." Sighed the former streetrat, popping the entire handful of blueberries in his mouth {Only after Lacey had hers, however}. "If there are, I'm not going to know which is which, and I just might confuse this for that. What an embarrassing way to go, huh?" He did file away that little tidbit of information about the berries away in his mind, just in case. {At least, he thought that she's not lying to him.}

"But I guess you're hoping for forest arena?" Yarrow gauges, and he casually popped another handful of the berries {which, among many other things at the table, he'd never tried before} into his mouth. He then reached for a fluffy white bread roll as well, not looking at where he reached and ended up dragging his arm through their Escort's dinner and tipping over their glass of wine. ...To say they're unhappy would probably be an understatement, but Yarrow really couldn't bring himself to care. The Escort was just some snooty rich Capital person to him.

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district;; 7
allies;; none
mood;; skeptical
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a smile grew on meadow's face when he mentioned the careers. she knew he could be trusted them. she burst into an awkward cackle when he mentioned not being caught dead with the career pack. his next words caught her off guard. "i dunno. if you wanna live, they'll shape you as much as they want. i've heard terrible stories about how ruthless they are over in wonderland." she told him, eyeing their escort who seemed to be too fascinated with the table cloth than them.

rowan seemed to talk a lot about the arena, something that meadow hadn't thought of as all. it surprised her, and her eyes widened with fear of the unknown. in her mind, she pictured a small, dark cave filled with bats and insects. meadow knew an arena like that was highly unlikely, but very possible. no matter the environment, meadow was as good as dead anyways.

"please. i'm just stealing your ideas." meadow nudged rowan playfully. "i think you've got the right idea. train hard and maybe pick up a few allies on the way." meadow stopped to think. what were her strategies? in all honesty, she was probably going to swing an axe and hope for the best. or die in the bloodbath. but she didn't want to tell rowan that, he might think she was weak, and that was the last thing meadow wanted to be thought of. or maybe it was the first. gears started to turn in her mind of how she could fool the competitors and steal the title of victor.

with a smirk on her face, meadow picked up a roll and bit into it. the taste of the roll was indescribable. she closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, taking another large bite of the roll like a savage. she wanted desperately to tell rowan her newfound hope, but only one could go home. "let's reminisce, shall we?" meadow said with an odd cheeriness. "miss anyone yet? sorry i stormed out before you were reaped, i just didn't want the capitol to change me and my methods." she winked, quoting rowan.

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allies;; assumed careers
mood;; better
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sly couldn't help but smirk when aleks was taken aback by his words. he surely knew how to sweep someone off their feet. he listened as she stumbled over her words, making up excuses and lies to avoid telling him the truth. he could see plain in her eyes a face she thought of when he asked, he just couldn't see who. always up for a good secret, sly leaned closer. "i call crap. what's his name? he asked, stepping over the imaginary line of boundaries. before she could answer, sly began to speak a mile a minute.

"i know you've probably heard a ton of rumors about me, and i'm here to confirm them. of course I've had my fair share of lovers, just look at me! i'm flawless!" sly joked, throwing his hands in the air for effect. sly took a bite out of a mysterious food. it tasted heavenly, as usual, and as he droned on about all of the girls he's ever dated, he ate. eating and talking was not one of sly's skills, and food flew from his mouth as he spoke. sloan looked as if he were going to have a heart attack and die. sly ignored both the dramatic groans and sighs coming from sloan and the bits of food that flew out of his mouth with every word.

sly had stopped talking and sloan's heart rate dropped. they sat in silence, most of the food around them gone. sly knew that aleks had not forgotten about his question before, and wanted to drop the subject. he feared he would loose her trust if she was forced to answer. sly knew that some things were better kept private, and he allowed the girl space. "can we see the reapings from district two and four?" sly asked, relieving aleks of answering the question. "i want to get a good look at our 'allies. see if they're worth it or not." he stood up and pushed his nearly empty plate away, waiting for an answer.

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I nodded as the woman spoke, still trying to calm my racing heart. It hurt, it hurt so badly, but my I couldn't show that now. I couldn't cry anymore, though it wasn't like I had tears enough to do so. I coughed, and then nodded, holding out my unsteady hand to the woman. “Tyberius Victorium,” I breathed quietly, and she accepted my hand to shake.

“Victorium, eh? That’s a good name. Hopefully it’ll get you far.” The woman crossed her legs, gently pushing back her long, ginger braid and batting her dark green eyes once, the dusting of freckles on her nose wrinkling as she smiled vibrantly.

“Hopefully.” I replied drily, resting my hand on the table. There was no way that I would be victor; I knew that. I was too small, too fragile, and I wasn’t ready yet. I knew it was over already; I just didn’t want it to be…

In one swift, quick movement, the woman had a butter knife three inches into the table, her wide eyes staring into mine as I looked first at her, then at the knife, which sat snugly between my fingers and had cut through the side of my index ever so slightly.

“But not if we don’t get some work done with you.”

I gaped, and then shook my head, swallowing. “O-Of course.” I breathed, shaking a little.

“Good,” The woman returned, her eyes like a snake’s. She was a predator, and knew what she was doing. “Now go get some rest; you need it.” Suddenly they were softer, and I relaxed a little, though I was still shaking heavily as I stood, nodding numbly.

I turned, and then left, holding my injured hand as Saggitaria was admonished by our representative. Of course she would do such a thing; the table was mahogany, after all.

The showers were strange on the train, different from the usual ones in District Three. They allowed you to sit down and let the water run over your back, and was warm and soft, and almost made no sound at all. I stayed in there for some time, not inclined to come out. I washed the blood from my hands and my hair, and then changed into clothes laid out for me. They were soft, and nice, and when I appeared outside in the hallway, I was ready to sleep.
After asking a kind Avox where my room was, they led me to it, a spacious, beautiful room, and I sighed as the door shut behind me. I missed my old room.

Quietly, I made my way to the bed, and sank into its softness. It was warm and dark, now that I had turned on the blinds, and, finally, I could rest.

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Everyone make one final post and then we'll skip to training.

[LadyLoki]

[ Raven // District 3 // Single // Train ]
Raven gently got up from her seat and walked towards the showers. They were different from those she used back at home. Cleaner and quieter than any she had seen or used before. Cautiously, she stripped down and stepped inside. The water was warm and she was soon engulfed in steam. She ran her fingers through her red hair, which was now wet and darker in color. She quickly scrubbed herself clean and turned off the water. She nervously wrapped herself in a towel and made her way to the dressing room. A beautiful pair of tan shorts and a white top with a ruffled collar was waiting for her. Raven, feeling a bit better, slipped into the garments before her.

They fit beautifully. Every curve was accentuated gracefully and the ruffles weren't over exaggerated. There was only one problem, she had no shoes. Her pale, bare feet stood out sharply against the floorboards. Surely someone would notice. Raven shrugged and walked back into the hallway. The air was cool on the train and sent goosebumps along her arms.Unsure where to go, she sat back down in one of the table seats. Her hair was still wet and plastered to her neck and face. She awkwardly brushed the sticky strands away from her face and folded her hands neatly in front of her.

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(Sorry it took me so long to get to this!)

Name- Paul

District- 4

Rank (Physical)- "I'm in the Hunger Games, and i'm marginally fit. I'm great with knifes and basically anything you can throw. My aim is great. I can't say I'm the tallest of men, but I'm 5' 8" ish. I'm also not the skinniest, but I'm not fat either."

Ranks (Emotional)- "I'm very depressed, but I put up a shield. The shield is snappy, and great with words. It loves to poke mean fun at people. It also beats people up, and it's how I take my anger out."

Age- 17

Where and with Who: In the train, with Fawn and their mentor.

I look up at the man and sigh. I blink away the heavy feeling in my eyes, yet it still lingers. I narrow them, then widen them. I turn around for a moment and rub the sleep from tears from my eyes. I shake my head and lift my hand to slick down my hair. I slowly turn to the former victor. I stand with dignity and raise my chin slightly. I narrow my eyes, not enough to suggest hostility, just suspicion. I try to ignore my clothes, shifting slightly. I take his hand "Yeah, I'm Paul." I shake it and then sit back down. I sling one leg over my other, looking up at him and wondering what he will say. I'm shaking on the inside, my mind full of versions of myself being killed, but I try not too pay attention to them. I gulp and keep my gaze upward on him.

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Aleks heart began to beat a little faster when he kept on being persistent. She knew that he was just trying to get to know the real her before they might die but she still thought it was awkward since they just formally met. She finished the orange hoping he would forget she never answered. She picked up the beagle and bit into it. so this is what heaven taste like.... she thought savoring the flavor. She finished most of the beagle rather quickly, since she barely ate at breakfast and haven't had food since.

Aleks sighed in relief as Sly dropped the subject of her personal life and asked about the careers. She swallowed the bit of the beagle she was eating and nodded " yeah me too. I wanna know at least the names and looks of my allies, there personalities i'll know soon enough....." she didn't really want allies, especially if she didn't think they were trust worthy. If it comes down to just them, there trust will fade in a second and they'll be lashing there weapons at you. But she knew they would help in the long run,so she decided to let her trust issues aside.

" If you insist, Ajani be a dear and go get the tape.." Sloan asked kindly. A.j laughed and said "sweetheart, they asked you, you get it. I don't even know where it is...." Sloan sighed and got up the came back a few moments later with the tape. She pressed a button and a screen came up from the floor. It was holographic, like most TV's now. Sloan then started the with the reaping of district two.

Aleks watched carefully. A little too carefully.

>> guess this is my last train post because the next post will be in training?

[Mustanglover101]

Rowan, District 7
He nodded. "Well, not really yet, but then again I kind of wished I had never left. I've always wished I could eat ans see the capitol, looks like I get my dream destination then my death." He said. He knew he wouldn't win, but boy would he try to win.
"You miss anyone? Any boyfriends?" He asked teasingly to lighten her mood up. She had seemed worried when he talked about the areana.
Meanwhile he took a long inspecting look at the table of fodd. He selected a peach and bit into it. The juice and fruit flavor filled his mouth. He wondered suddenly if their areana would have fruit. Not knowing much about what is or is not posionous would require spending a day or two hungry, to watch the others and see what is and isn't safe. If no one kills him first. He sighed, this was stressful. It seemed like the gunger games had taken on a whole new meaning and definition.
And it seemed like they were as interesting, no not even as interesting as some fancy tablecloth made in the capital and hsed by the capital. Something that didn't interest him, but apparently captivated their esscort. Great..

Lacey, District 8 Female Tribute
She straightened up. She wiped the weaklook off her face that made her look smaller or pitiful.
Then she nodded when he asked about the areana. "Yes, a forest would be great. There's always got to be a water source there, trees need water, capital made or not-and so do animals and plants. The inly downside would be if there were to be wildlife, that could climb trees, and well...kill you." She paused. Then she moved a pieced of hair from her face and added,"Its so unfair, they program the animals to kill certain tributes off, or at least try. And without a team or allie you're as good as dead. If its only a lone animal such as a bobcat." She said.
She then windered to herself about her allies. Did she really want one, knowing it could come down to the two of them later? Maybe, its a risk that could save her. Or kill her. She shook her head in thought and wondered if any other tributes would be skilled and of use as an allie, besides the obvious career pack that is formed every year.

[Mufa]

{This will be fairly long due to the fact that it starts when Crucius wakes up and ends when he gets on the train. I'm just trying to catch up to everyone. With this, my posts aren't normally this size. Usually less than half shorter (this post is roughly 1900 words.).

Name;; Crucius Hayes | District;; Two
Allies;; Assumed Careers | Health;; 100%
Injuries;; None | Supplies;; None

The rays of morning were soft and warm. Today was one of the few days in the year that young Crucius would every get excited for. Around noon two tributes would be chosen to participate in The Annual Hunger Games. Crucius loved to watch the games and knew that someday he would participate as a career tribute. This was the year, if he volunteered or not.

As morning dawned upon the land known as District Two, a young boy blinked open his eyes and allowed a yawn to spread across his face. Crucius stretched out his growing muscles as he awoke himself from the nights slumber. He sat up in his warm bed and licked his slightly chapped lips. While standing upon his bare feet, the young man flicked his gaze from around the nearly empty room. All that stood was a soft bed with pine green sheets and a dresser made of the finest oak. That was all Crucius thought would be needed in the small room, and so that's all he had. Crucius walked slowly from the room in which he slept and headed down a narrow hall. His chest was bare, revealing his broad muscles. All he wore was a pair of dark blue undershorts, making most of his well built body visible. Reaching his arm over his mouth, the young boy coughed twice and shook his head slowly. It was still early, and there was time to be wasted before the reaping. He headed towards the bathroom where he would clean himself for the reaping later in the day.

This would be the year the Crucius would enter the games, and take the chance of riches and wealth in exchange for his life. The young lad was bold about the topic of the games and often boasted that he would be the winner this year, though he knew the odds could be in anyone's favour, as the Capitol put it.

Crucius quickly reached the sickly bathroom. It was painted an ugly green, one that reminded you much of vomit. even though it was such a disgusting color, the district two boy had grown used to it and no loner paid attention to its disgustingness. Crucius stared blankly at himself in the small, foot by foot mirror. His face was broad and showed no signs of aging, even if he was still young. He held the complexion of a healthy sixteen year old, even though he was almost a grown man. Frowning at his reflection, he watched as the corners of his lips curled downwards. Not only was this sudden sad look replaced with an attractive smile, but also a swift sounding chuckle tagged along.

"Today is the day," Crucius spoke calmly at his reflection. "The day you volunteer for the games and bring honour to district two."

After his short pep talk in the mirror, Crucius quickly turned to face the shower. He reached his hand out and twisted the handle of the door to confirm that it remained sealed shut, locking out anyone who wanted to enter. Keeping his eyes focused on the tub, the district two boy plugged the tubs drain hole and began to run cool water. The clear liquid wasn't warm, being as it was slightly chilled. A perfect temperature to wake himself from his nap during the night. Crucius quickly undressed himself and lowered his body into the tub. He grabbed a small cloth and cleaned off his barely dirty skin before draining the water and drying off.

Getting dressed didn't take him long. He wrapped a towel around himself and walked quickly to his bedroom. Crucius grabbed his reaping cloths for this year. A black suit with a white undershirt and a dark blue tie. Perfect for showing off his dark and cold personality. He dressed himself in a matter of seconds. The only trouble Crucius had was with the dreaded tie. He had troubles tying the knot perfectly, which bothered the young man dearly. On the brink of giving up, the district two boy swore under his breath and finally did it. After five minutes of failed attempts, the tie now laid perfectly against his suited chest. Lowering his hands and patting his suit, Crucius sleeked back his brown hair and exited his bedroom.

Waiting just down one of the many halls and in the kitchen was a warm breakfast. Steam still poured from the top of each edible item which declared it at perfect temperature. Crucius walked steadily towards the table and examined each piece of food. There was a loaf of fresh bakers bread, a few pieces of nicely cooked bacon, and four delicious looking eggs. Being in district two offered them more money then the poorer districts. There was always enough to purchase fresh food from the mini stores around the district. Being since both the Hayes worked with building weapons, they made extra money. Two clean plates laid waiting at the table near by. Crucius walked over to grab one when a familiar presence entered the room. At first the young lad ignored his father. Serving himself some food, he exchanged a few glances with his father. Crucius walked towards the table, a slice of bread, three pieces of bacon, and two eggs sitting nicely on the old looking plate. Before eating, he looked up only to see his father take a seat across from him. Stifling a cough, Bane Hayes spoke clearly.

"You know what I expect of you."

The voice was stone cold and caused Crucius to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Even though the boy had agreed to be in this years Hunger Games no matter what the cost, he still wondered if his father wanted him dead alongside his mother. Did he blame him for her death? Shaking the thought, Crucius took a bite of the bread.

"I do," Crucius replied.

There was no talk shared for the rest of the meal. As the time came for the boy to be sent off to the reaping, his father waved his hand in dismissal. Bane would show up later, but for now nothing really mattered to him. Just a few extra minutes of relaxation.

Crucius followed the flood of kids down the street. He lived in the richer part of district two, being as he always helped his father work. Many kids shot him glances, and he only returned them with glares. Most kids in school knew not to get in Crucius' way of the games this year, but that didn't mean that anyone would stop him. There were many others that wanted their chance at becoming a victor of the Hunger Games and bring honour to district two. When he entered the square of the town, Crucius was forced into tight spaces with other children from district two. He quickly signed in, huddled with the other eighteen year olds, and stood firmly. He didn't speak to anyone else, even if they tried to talk to him. There was no need to talk now. The only thing that mattered was joining the games.

As time flew by, a strange lady who was dressed in the oddest looking outfit took the stage. Her black hair was straightened so much that it looked as if it was a wig. For all Crucius knew, it was a wig. She wore a tight black dress that held many fitted ruffles. The wings of a black raven lay resting on her right shoulder strap. Most of the audience, inducing the Hayes boy, shuddered and hoped that those weren't the real wings of a raven. The capitols fashion sense was weird, so most knew not to question it.

The short video about the formation of the games was played before everyone in the square. Many didn't pay attention to its useless nonsense, but the lady on stage was reciting every word. Crucius was one of the few people that watched the video play. He laughed every time he watched it. The fact that the districts would even try and rebel confused him to a great deal, but it didn't really bother the young lad. The rebellion brought on The Hunger Games, the games that Crucius couldn't wait for every year.

By the time the video was done, the lady entered the middle of the stage and made a speech about the games and the rebellion. Crucius yawned quite loudly, but continued to pay attention to her. When the talking was over, the raven lady made her way to the ladies bowl. At this point, the boy had begun to ignore her. He didn't care who the girl would be. She would eventually die anyways, or so he thought, at his hand or not. Grunting aloud, Crucius examined the other eighteen year olds that stood around him. Something to distract him from the mindless choosing of the female tribute.

"And now for the gentlemen!" raven lady called.

She walked slowly to the bowl and casually reached her hand in. Crucius stared at her finger tips as she reached into the bowl and swirled around the neatly cut pieces of paper. Her hand clenched tightly on to the corner of one, single paper. She pulled it out and opened it slowly. The Hayes boy was growing impatient and began to lightly tap his foot on the ground. It wasn't long after the impatience began that it was replaced with a smirk of victory.

"Crucius Hayes?" the raven lady questioned aloud.

Most knew not to take his place in these games. As Crucius walked forwards and pushed his way through the crowd, the Capitol lady's smile grew large and more visible.

"Crucius Hayes! she called with much more confidence.

Crucius stared out at the crowd. When no one objected to volunteering, the boy made eye contact with the one person he wanted to avoid. His father, Bane, shook his head lightly. He didn't want his son to be chosen, he wanted him to volunteer. Averting his solemn gaze away from his fathers own, Crucius turned to face his tribute partner. He shook her hand firmly before turning away and heading into the Justice Building. A few peacekeepers led him into a large room where he was to say his goodbyes.

Crucius sat on the velvet couch with silent as he waited for his father to enter the room.

A good hour passed of silent thoughts before someone entered the room. Sitting up tall and proud, Crucius stared at the opening of the door. A peacekeeper walked in and the Hayes boy instantly grew upset and slumped low. Why hadn't his father come to say goodbye?

The sadness was overwhelming, but Crucius knew he couldn't be seen upset. It was label him as a weakling, a crying baby. The other careers certainly wouldn't accept someone like that, would they? When the peacekeeper led him from the old styled building and towards the train, young Hayes could feel the eyes of at least ten cameras watching him closely. He did not look into the mocking lenses or even acknowledge their presence. He simply strode proudly into the train, fled to the back, and slammed the door shut behind him as he claimed an empty bedroom as his own.

He remained in that one room for the entire ride. Even though it was quite a short ride, he still stayed put. He ignored all the desperate cries of the escort and mentor to come and 'socialize'. The fact that his father didn't show up to say goodbye was enough to break him apart. This room was the only spot where he could silently listen to his own thoughts.

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Golden rows of grass rolled in waved under a gentle, slightly cool breeze. The fragile light of dawn washed over the fields, pooling in the dips of soft hills, and fell across the reddened cheeks of two adolescents lying there, her small hand engulfed by his long, calloused fingers. She was fair, freckles spread across her face from the sun, her full cheeks rosy from the slight chill of the air, and had mousey-brown locks that were wound in a thick braid to the side of her head, rebellious strands falling into her maple-colored eyes. She was small compared to him, slender and fragile looking in her position, curled beside him and pressed against his body for warmth and comfort, like a doll or a pup.

He was large, tall and lean, his muscular figure clear even through his dark jacket. He wore an orange scarf, one half wound around the neck of his partner as they shared its warmth. He was sun-kissed, tanned by hours in the fields and corrals, and had a squared, set jaw and small, wide eyes of a brown so dark they seemed black. They were filled with a lazy wonder, a contentment not often seen on the faces of children his age in his time, and his smile was out of place. His hair was cut oddly, both sides of his head shaved, leaving only a long line of floppy lock that fell over his eyes in the front and that followed what used to be his part.

He gently stroked her hand with his big thumb, and sighed before speaking. “I love you, Silka.”
The girl returned his smile, curling up a little more in her white dress, blowing small wisps of hair from her face as she brushed his own away with her free hand and kissed his cheek, a tender, long kiss that comforted and soothed both souls.

“I love you, too,” She breathed, and closed her eyes, smile fading.

“What’s the matter?”

“Hm?” The girl’s reply was soft, hardly audible. “Oh…I’m just worried, Cass. Really worried,” She opened her brown optics again, concern in their depths. “What will we do if…?” Her free hand went to her stomach, resting gently there, and the adolescent frowned before resting his own over hers, sitting up a little.

“It won’t happen. Trust me.”

Reassured by the confidence in his voice, the girl nodded, closing her eyes once more. “I believe you, Cassius.”
There was another kiss, this time from Cassius to her soft, thin lips, and they lay in silence as the sun came up over the horizon.

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“Cassius Leonis!”

The boy froze as he read her lips, eyes going wide as his heart stopped. They’d called him. They’d really called him.

“Cassius? Come up darling!”

The adolescent looked up as all of the boys close to him moved away, like traitors. He moved forward, first one step, then two. He came out to the pathway, and froze again before stiffly coming to the stage. He stepped up, and there was a wail. He didn’t notice until her turned, and saw the screaming figure of his lover on her knees between the girls, holding her stomach. His eyes softened, and he frowned, lips parting ever so slightly.

He’d lied to her.