Hunger Games: Set Fire to the Rain (Closed, sorry)

[Unused]

Ray nods in agreement. "It is a waste of time. Everybody spends there time watching kids get killed. It's sick. Nice necklace though." Ray pulled her own charm out of her pocket and showed it to him.

[bubiza]

I want to get in on the action!
Tribute [X] Mentor [] Stylist []
Username: ѕυperllαмαpυɴĸ
Name: Nicholas Steverson
Nicknames?: Nick
Age (12-18, unless parent): 16
Gender: Male
District (you are from or work for): 9
Personality: Nick is calm and quiet, and also quite shy. He loves nature and hates killing anything, and also anything gory. He is peaceful, but doesn't want to give his opinions about anything in case he gets scolded about them. Due to his shyness, he doesn't have many friends, mainly because he doesn't talk much. Nick is also interested in music, and can play the pan pipes.
Description or Pic: See above
History: Nick's mother died in childbirth, so he lived alone with his father in a small, cramped house. He attended school for a couple of years, until he left to work in the grain factories. Because he is so shy, he didn't talk much to anybody, so had no friends.
Skills: Because he lives in District 9, Nick is good at telling what food is edible. He is also good at using nature to disguise himself, since he knows so much about it.
Weapon choice (Tributes only): Mace
Height: 175cm
Weight: 65kg
Family: The only family Nick has is his father, Steve, who is 38. His mother, Beth, died giving birth to him, and he has no siblings.
Body Modifications: None
Relationships: None
Likes: Nature, animals, playing the pan pipes.
Dislikes: Gore, blood, killing people, dead things.
Fears: Having to kill somebody.
Other: His tribute token is a medallion with an inscription of grain on it.

[k i n g]

Kodi pulls it back over his head again. "Th Capitol is sick,' he corrects her. "The President is sick. Those people are sick." He knew they were probably being monitored and what he said jsut went out to the whole world, but he didn't care too much for that. Although, their mentor would beat him because that's the sort of tal kthat drives sponsors away. His fingers tightened around the dogtag with his mother's name on it. If the Districts had medicine or even doctors, she wouldn't have died. A grudge he's not proud of, but it keeps him determined.

[belle reve]

Spark wandered the area of the car on the train. All that really was there was her room, the male tribute's room, the mentor's room, stylist's room, and the dining area. Actually, this is pretty big, if this is just one car! Sparky was taken by surprise as her mentor silently crept up behind her and ushered her and the male tribute to a white velvet couch. Of course, resembling the one in the Justice Building for the final goodbyes, Spark had to restrain herself from tearing up. The mentor clicked a button on the remote and the TV popped up with a fancy area, even better than District 1, but not as great as the Capitol. There was also a large mountain in the background. But, that wasn't what the camera was focusing on. Instead, it was in front of a large, regal white building where a lady with blue hair in corkscrew curls was smiling at the crowd. Her lipstick was electric blue, and even through a camera, Spark was given a headache. The lady announced it was the reapings for District 2, and drew names out of the all-to-familiar glass bowls. Both people who came up had their spots taken by someone else. The people leaving the stage were sad, while the new ones approaching were glowing. That reminds me of District 1... Again, Spark had to restrain herself from tears. Her mind was quickly drawn off the topic by sizing up the tributes there. Without anybody else hearing, Spark whispered:
"Three words. I. Am. Dead."

(accepted!)

[k i n g]

(wait, we can have non-tribute characters? omg I should make Pali XD)

[bubiza]

NICK

Location: Train
Mood: Anxious
Talking to: Nobody
Status: Single

Nick glanced out of the train window nervously. Just hours before, he had been chosen to participate in the Hunger Games. Of course, he didn't want to, but there was no possible way he could argue with the law, since if he did, his father would be killed. I suppose that because I have to do this, it means that nobody else will die. he thought. It would be horrible if a twelve year old had to do it.

He didn't feel that sad about it, just nervous. Something inside him knew that he was going to be chosen all along, although he had no idea when it would have happened. He thought about his father, who was close to tears as he was whisked away by the Peacemakers. It would kill him if he died, although the chances of him winning were bleak, and they both knew that.

[belle reve]

(Of course! You can have normal people in the districts, mentors, or stylists!)

[Unused]

Ray looked out the window as the train came to a halt. She looked at the boy in alarm.

(Where should they go know and who is their mentor?)

[k i n g]

Kodi didn't even flinch. "Don't worry. We're probably grabbing some more tributes," he says under his breath, smiling reassuringly at Ray.

(making Pali. and we can just make up some random guy/girl)

[belle reve]

(there is no mentor in your district D: You can play him, if you please)