76th Hunger Games RP [Not Accepting]

[Annalee]

(Exactly.)

[.jabberwocky]

((let's just get off the train. I don't think Bookie would mind. ))

[gunny's-girl]

((bookie is annalee! I did this too. de ja vu much?))

[.jabberwocky]

((gah! sorry, bookie, I forgot you had a new username... *slaps self in forehead*))

[CaptainHiccup]

Elysa - District 12

Elysa continued walking until she felt the train cart gently come to a stop. The crowd of tributes, mentors, stylists, and more piled out of the train and onto the ground outside. Must feel great outside, there's fresh air. She grabbed her one belonging from within her room and followed the flow of the people, juts like a school of fish would follow a current. As she managed to shove her way through everyone, she made it outside and took a big whiff of the air. Smelled fresher than any pine itself. Elysa had always loved nature. Ever since she was a baby, she did. Her mother used to tell stories to her sister and her at night about stories of how Elysa would always escape her crib, lay at the door waiting for her father to come home, and hope that he would scoop her up and sit outside with the breeze whispering into their ears. Elysa's little sister would giggle because she thought of how cute it would be to see a little baby curled up on the floor waiting, especially since it would have been her sister. Then Elysa thought of her sister, Kimberly. Her soft, giggly voice, her soft hair and how Elysa would always stroke it gently to get her to fall asleep after a juicy story, then she felt the tears well up inside her. She felt like she wanted to burst out crying, but she couldn't do that, it would prove her weakness. If they found out Kimberly was her weakness, they could kidnap her and hold her hostage if Elysa was one of the last few alive. She rubbed her eyes, pretending like the sun was a bit much and waited to spot the boy tribute and Lyra...

[SilverDoe]

Tannlia Sky - District 11

Tannlia looked up, breathing in fresh air for what felt like the first time in months, even though it could only have been hours. This is it. I'm in the Capitol. She still couldn't believe any of this was happening. Maybe it was better that way. Her state of disbelief was probably the only thing that was stopping her from curling up into a ball and crying. Soon this dreamlike feeling would be gone, and nothing would be able to hold back the flow of tears. But hopefully this would happen when there weren't any cameras around. Or other tributes, for that matter.

Pushing her chin upwards, she stepped shakily forwards. She would meet her stylists soon. Maybe that would be as good an occasion as any to let out her true feelings. It wasn't as if any Capitol person was going to care about her - except perhaps to bet on how long she would live. On the other hand, people betting on her meant sponsors which meant a better chance at survival. Survival was the only thing she cared about. Nothing else mattered as long as she could get on with her life. She really couldn't have cared less about all the riches and fame that the victors recieved. She could never understand careers. Was a couple of bags of money and tessaere really worth your life? She despised them. If they had been poor, unable to survive without what would come from being a victor, if death were better than the life they had left behind them, then they would have had her simpathy. Perhaps she would even have admired them as they stepped forwards to take another's place, to spare another's life, but the way it was now... there volunteering was nothing more than pure greed.

Tannlia looked around, wondering if her stylist would come soon. She hope she had someone decent, someone who would try to help her. Not someone deperate to get a career district next year.

Because to most of them, that was what mattered.

Not the lives of the tributes sent into the arena, most never to come back.

But this year, Tannlia would come back. She was determined she would.

[SilverDoe]

Bump

[Annalee]

Who wants to start off on the games? I already know how the arena will be like.

[SilverDoe]

Who wants to start off on the games? I already know how the arena will be like.

((Yeah, I think we should start them now.))

[Annalee]

Ok. The arena is like a maze. They start in the center and then they split up. The maze then drops off a cliff into an ocean. There are different islands in the ocean. Each one is different. For example, one is like the artic, and another like hawaii.