76th Hunger Games RP [Not Accepting]

[Annalee]

Name: Eki Deneven
Nickname: Eki
Gender: male
Age: 19
Weapons of choice: Double bladed two sward combo.
Skills: sward fighting, hand to hand combat, climbing, speed (running and attack), aim.
personality: rp out
What do they look like?:
What district are they from?: 5
What role do they play? (Ex: are they a stylist, a tribute, or someone else?): mentor for district 5

By: ashberry.

[Annalee]

Name: Vincent Garcia
Nickname: Vince
Gender: Male
Weapon of choice: His temper
Skills: May may things. Mostly learned from experience.
Personality: Strict and short tempered, Vince is a very efficient and good at what he he does. He's very sneaky and caniving which may be one of the reason he won the Hunger Games all those years ago. He knows how to get what he wants, the way he wants, when he wants and he will shoot down whoever gets in his way of victory. But honestly, most of this is just an act for him. Though he is good at what he does, he truly was scarred in the battle long ago in the long forgotten ring. He still writhes at night in his bed thinking he's back in the ring fighting for his life and trying to save his fellow Distract 13 tribute. He is somewhat caring and really does wish his tributes would win just so he could see them come out alive.
What do they look like?:

What distract are they from?: 13
What role do they play?: Mentor!

By: SharpieRainbow

[Annalee]

Everywhere, in all the districts and throughout the captiol, people were getting ready for the 76th Hunger Games. In just a few minutes the reaping would start.... Isabelle changed the channel on her TV, ready to watch the openings. She was not allowed to play favoritism, being the Head Gamemaker, but she still was allowed to watch.

Isabelle watched as all of the new tributes were called, then as they loaded onto their trains that were headed straight for the Capitol. She was ready for the new games. This year was bound to be interesting....

(Start on the train. Don't forget to color code!)

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Aster sat on a red chair on the train, the harsh rumbles as it sped over the tracks vibrating into her body and mixing with the shivers that her whole body was giving. She couldn't believe it; she just could not believe it. She glanced down with her emerald green eyes to her hands, and found they were trembling. She could feel an icy cold sweat beginning to seep across her forehead, her body going cold as if being pressed by a millioin tiny needles. She pressed her eyes closed, her silver hair resting weakly on her shoulders. Her heart galloped away in her chest like a wild drum, throbbing harder and harder until it hurt.
She just could not believe it. She was going to die.
DISTRICT 10
Otto paced back and forth on the train for district seven. He brushed his oak brown hair behind his ear, his chocolate brown eyes flashing. He was filled with a mixture of panic, disbelief, but more than anything, excitement. He couldn't help it. He'd watched the Hunger Games on television since he was little; he remembered the suspense and the fighting, and the sense of exhilarated horror he'd gotten from watching the games. Of course, he knew it would be different once he was there, and that he was more than likely going to die; but he was really going to Capitol! He glanced over and saw a girl sitting in the train across from him. He didn't know her very well, but he'd thought he'd seen her some around district seven. He smiled weakly in her direction. "Some day, huh?"
DISTRICT 7
Marina grinned, placing a strand of her cotton candy blue hair behind her ear. She fumbled messily with a lime green clip holding her curly fondu fountain like hair style in place. "You kids ready for this?" she grinned cheasily, expecting an excited answer from the two teens in the district one car. They glanced up at her, their eyes stormy and angry and their expressions cold, as if to say "Are you serious?"
DISTRICT 1
Lyra sat silently in the district twelve train, her expression silent. Another year for her students to get slaughtered. She hoped wearily that she wouldn't get attached to them this year, like she had the last year... and the last... and the last... her eyes shimmered with dry tears. If she cried now, they'd never respect her.
DISTRICT 12

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Boarding the train was the second most terrible experience Lara had ever encountered; the first was the horrid moment when she heard her name at the reaping and she knew it was only going to get worse. She flashed back to the reaping: standing there in a crowd of other kids her age. When they called her, she went numb, no longer able to feel the ground beneath her feet, the gentle breeze that had been blowing in a storm. But she had faintly heard the sighs of relief all around her and the piercing scream of her mother somewhere behind her. But that didn't matter, neither did saying goodbye to her family, for she didn't care about them, at all. Only that if she wasn't good enough, she was going to die in a terrible way; but, Lara decided that it would only be right that way since she had killed all of those things before... but she didn't want it to be right, she wanted to win.
The train was nice enough, but boring. She sat on her bed most of the time, ignoring the frequent knocks on her door. It was mostly from her mentor, an obsessed nerd that only survived out of luck. She had just barely glimpsed the other tribute, and wasn't pleased, she was going to have to kill him quickly. She shoved a lock of hair from her face and glared at the door as another knock came to her ears. She quickly reached out, found a pen and threw it at the door. It stuck with a solid 'thunk' and the person left.

[careless reality]

Heather sitting in her room on the district six train. Her eyes trailed after the trees as they wizzed by in a blur of colors. She sighed and fell backward on her bed, her hands behind her head as she stared at the roof like she could tear it off and escape. Why me? She screamed in her head, bitting her lip to keep down the tears that threatened to flood her stormy grey eyes. She brushed her golden hair out of her face, hust incase her feelings won over the brick wall she was buliding.

Izo sitting on the train, his leg crossed over the other as he stared up at the ceiling of the district four train. He couldn't wait to see more of incocent children die at the hands of their few district members. How could the Capitol find pleaure int he death of children? What if it were their own children? He stood up and wandered around the room, just as he had done last year, as he waited for the poor children. How can I possible teach these kids when I barely won in during my turn?

[Queen of Chaos]

Helado sat in the deep velvety red chair, twisting his hair in circles. His mind was racing with morbid thoughts. Im going to die, im going to die, im going to die. Im going to die and they're going to ship my body back to 7 with my bloody body. He thought while he looked around in bewilderment. Nervousness flitted across his eyes as they darted across the room. He ignored Aster even though she was probably as nervous as he was. Helado was never the kind for small talking or even talking at all. He signed and continued to twist his air in circles.

Lily was sitting in the seat, staring out of the nearest window. She looked at the other Tribute with a little bit of nervousness on her eyes. "Uh... Yeah, i guess." She replied while sighing and turning back to the window. She wasn't into talking much at all. In fact, she didn't want to talk to someone she would probably eventually kill in the arena. She started to fiddle with something on her shirt, which she changed into from her reaping outfit, which was a nice dress with a little broach on the top to hold the scarf together. She then eventually started to twiddle her thumbs in nervousness.

(not much for stylist now. x3)

[Annalee]

Angler Sea sat in a seat across from her twin brother. How had he gotten into this? How had she gotten into this? What had been the chance that siblings would end up in the games together? She shook her head. What a day. She still wore the outfit that her mother had dressed her in, a beautiful white dress that came up to just above her knees.
Angel thought of her skills, of what she would be good at in the games. She was a great swimmer. She was sure about that.
District 4.

Betta Sea sat across from his sister. How was he going to protect her? She wouldn't be able to survive a thing like this without his help, and maybe even that wasn't good enough. Only one would survive...he would make sure that it was his sister. District 4 was going to win this year. He would see to it personally.
District 4.

Catherine walked down the halls of the train, thinking of the new tributes. They were going to win, she could tell.
District 4.

Selena was curled up into a ball on her bed. The train lulled her, comforting her just a bit. She couldn't handle this. These kids were going to die, and she would be left alone all over again. Tears spilled down her cheeks. They were all going to die. All of those children. And her too, if she didn't behave like President Snow told her to.
She had to smile to the crowds. She had to talk up her tributes. She had to go this dinner party. She had to do this, she had to do that. Or they would kill her.
She had once talked to another mentor about this, and he had told her that it was the same for him. He was dead now. They had found out and killed him. They had tortured her and threatened to kill her, but it would be too suspicious. She winced in memory of her beatings.
District 2.

You guys are all doing great! I love this!
Could you please post their district number like how I did above, just so we don't have to look it up? Thanks!

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Aster's green eyes darted around the room like a lizard's, until they came to rest upon her fellow tribute, Helado. She hadn't paid any attention to him up until now, her thoughts so muddled and thick with the Games, like a syrupy glob of cookie dough someone was trying to stir with a plastic spoon. A corner of her mouth turned up in a flickering grin but was gone in an instant, like the trembling flame of a candle. "You're Helado, right?" she managed, after a moment of trying to make her tongue work.
DISTRICT 10
Otto caught the girl's drift like an icy wind. He kicked a book lying on the ground, flapping it open on its spine and sending it skidding across the rumbling floor of the train. She was probably considering how to kill him right this instant. Well, maybe she wasn't going to be friendly, but that was the only thing he could do to calm his nerves. "I never imagined that I would get picked..." he commented, almost more to himself than her. "It's amazing, actually being here, almost ethereal...
DISTRICT 7

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Sheilah paced around the train looking from her contestants, to her clip board. They had gotten on the train almost five minutes behind schedule. Sheilah would not have them be late. She started to walk up to the front of the train and ask them to speed it up. Her heals clip, clopped as she walked, making an annoying and repetitive sound. Sheilah glared at the district 12 tributes as she passed them and then proceed to speed up and walk past them. In an almost discussed manner.

Eki sat back in his seat and sighed, this year he was mentoring two tributes, "More like sending them to there deaths" he thought bitterly. he was going over in his head how, when he got back to district five, he would be able to face the family's of the kids he was killing. Or rather, letting be killed.

Mrs.Z twirled around her room, just the thought of getting to make over a tribute was amazing! But two!? It was amazing! She was honored that snow had picked her to be a stylist this year! OH! She could hardly wait to meet them!!

Zuma sat silently in her seat on the train. Her fingers twittered back and forth. She pulled her legs close to her body and hugged them making herself into a small ball. Her head poked out and a tremor went down her spine. She was the last person district two would have wanted for there female tribute. No one said anything, but she knew she was right. She wasn't really that good at anything that could be helpful in the games, at least that's what her mentor had said. She could think of nothing but dieing...