The Hunger Games (2/24 dead)

[Attila The Hen]

GOD DANG IT! Post for Zach soon!)

[misfit,]

Full Name- "My name's Savannah-Marie Jenson."
Age- 16
District #- District 9

Family (Sibilings, Parents, etc.)- "Yeah... but they are all back in my district, watching me fight for my life."
Skills (Sword-fighting, archery, etc.)- "I use a bow and arrow, but yeah swords are ok too."
History- Savannah-Marie was born in District 9, and was raised well. Her mother had died a few years later giving birth to her younger brother, Jayden. Becoming a single parent was tough for her father, and he really never had time for them because of his job. So Savannah was really the one in charge. She would cook, clean, and do all the house chores really. Now she's in the Hunger Games, and her family wouldn't be really able to live without her, so she is trying her best to win.
Personality- "Well, you'll just have to find out."
Crush- "Nope, well. Maybe."
Boyfriend/Girlfriend- "Nooo thank you."
Husband/Wife- "I'd rather die in the games."
Did you read the Rules (Yes or No)- Yes
Who is your stylist- I'm not really sure, couldn't find that.
Mentor- I'm not really sure, couldn't find that.

[dooze]

Full Name-
Clarissa Louise Farris
Age-
Sixteen
District #-
Eight. The best.

Family (Sibilings, Parents, etc.)-
Ah, yes. I have five siblings, two sisters, Marie, 6, and Lilah, 10, and three brothers Mason, 10, Cameron, 13, and Max, 17. You can imagine how busy my parents are! We own a bakery on the right side of the main part of town.
Skills (Sword-fighting, archery, etc.)-
I'm good with knives. I always have been. Cutting breads is really going to pay off, knowing I have almost no practice. I also rockclimb if that helps... I also know many herbs and berries.
History-
I guess you can say I'm just an average girl. Y'know: cutting bread and topping berries and mintleaves on top of cupcakes we make. But I'm not. I'm not related to my 'siblings' except Mason. They're my cousins. During a rebellion many, many years ago... eight I think. Mason and I were ordered by our parents to go to the bakery and their house later was nothing but ashes. I can remember my mother's sing-songy voice and her singing my brother and I to bed at night. I can even sing it right now if you want...
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself... what a wonderful world
I think it was from ancient times.
Personality-
I guess you could say I'm very intelligent. Cunning is also acceptable, along with beautiful, flirty, special. I'm swift and stealthy. You see me there... now not. I love to sing it brings me to a comfortable place of mind. It makes me feel like Mason and my parents are right next to me. People say I have sass...
I don't get it, though.
Crush- A couple of the boy tributes have caught my eye
Boyfriend/Girlfriend- He broke up with me when he found out I'm in this because he'd thought I'd die in a heartbeat. Better win, I guess
Husband/Wife- Nope.
Did you read the Rules (Yes or No)- Yep :D I can't wait.
Who is your stylist- Jaspia. She's beautiful and nice as well as creative.
Mentor- Riann. He's really old and he's determined for me to win.

[ColorsOfTheWind]

((OK, can Ravyn be in District 6? Since there is no girl there yet. And WHAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?))

[Mr.Doodles]

Thats not my pic its the one at the bottom of the webpage!
Sorry!

[moon.]

Kody looks at Sierra, taking in her information and storing it in the back of his mind. He takes in a deep breath, nodding vigorously as if he were taking mental notes - which he sort of was. Got it. He says as she requests what she wants. He knows he needs a sword if they want to get anywhere, but he ponders just a moment before speaking. They won't only need weapons, he knows that.

After watching the Hunger Games his whole life, he knows that the tributes always win if they have some source of food or water. It will be nice to originally collect those items, but they both know that supplies don't survive. I need a sword. A nice one, if we can, if not, we'll make do. We also need food. If we get a weapon, we might have to kill to get to the good stuff. But we have to try no matter what.

[Attila The Hen]

PERFECT!) Jacob walked away, scratching the back of his neck absent mindedly. He went to the rope-tying station, seeing Rain. "Hey." He said, his voice cold and smooth. He started tying an intricate knot, his fingers blazing through the rope.

[moon.]

Rainia absently ties the knot that the instructor had given her. It was a complicated noose, but sure to catch any prey that came close enough. She pulls at the edges of the ropes, her mind consumed in her own thoughts. She had promised her little sister, Little Annie, that she was to come home the victor of the games. How could she say that? She tries to keep a tear from sliding down her cheek, and she succeeds, keeping her emotions well hidden as she follows the next set of directions.

Suddenly, the energy of the area around her shifts. She visibly tenses, turning her head to see an unfamiliar face. He goes right out there, sending her a greeting, and she merely stares back. What should she do? Her once relaxed frame is gone. The dark skinned girl sits straight up, eyes obviously weary. Well. Rain says, her angel like voice chiming like silver bells in the winter, when she and her family would hang them on the horses and watch them prance around while jingling happy tunes. It's good to... see you.

Rainia watches the boy as he plays with a rope, barely even paying it any mind. She wasn't like that, she took in the rope, observed it's every curve and twist until it was like a third hand to her. The boy seems to be smart, but she still stays weary. His voice was not open, he's obviously a closed in kind of guy. She can't blame him! She's just like that, herself.

[Mr.Doodles]

I slowly walked across the damp ground,wet from the night rain. Wheeling my mothers bed to the reaping was one of the hardest things in my life.I hated knowing her weak blue eyes may have to watch me step on to the platform where I know my certain demise would begin.

[b e a u t i f u l]

Sierra Jones
District One
Sierra nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know there are plenty of swords, in the arena. It makes things more bloody," She shivered at the word, and her thoughts wondered. What about Miles? Would he think she didn't love him? She knew that was a lie. Sierra loved him, of course.

Zack James
District Eleven
Zack picked up the rope, watching the instructor teach him, step by step, how to tie it. He did as they said, but it wouldn't hold.