The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

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Storm:
I look at the girl who walked in and I see her fiddling with something on her wrist, "Hello." I say.

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District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
Great. I looked down at the obviously younger tribute, whose District was unknown to me. "Hi there," I smile.

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Storm;
"I'm Storm from district 12. Who are you?" I smile at her.

((Oh yeah and I changed his age to 14!))

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District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I would give anything to be alone right now, just to sort my thoughts ne compose myself before the big dinner, but my expression stayed friendly. Storm was almost my height, eye level but probably just half an inch shorter. I already knew I wasn't going to grow any taller. "I'm Josslyn, female tribute for District 9."

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Storm:
"Nice to meet you." I outstretch my hand to shake hers.

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District 4||Dinner||Grant

Grant was soon dressed by his stylist, ignoring all the remarks from the prep team on how great the outfit was and how his hair should look. Luckily, he had managed to get out of their idea of him wearing sea-foam lipstick. That would have been horrible. Instead, they insisted he get a gold tattoo on one arm. Seeing he couldn't change their mind, he sighed, but still kept his smile. "Alright." He laughed. "Let me guess, glitter?" He rolled his eyes playfully, but was thinking something different than he said. Please no glitter, please no glitter. The stylist shook their head and explained that the paint used to make the things was already shining. Hopefully not glittery, though. Note to self: Always wear long sleeves. But before the tattoo, it was time to get the boy in his outfit for dinner. Surprising him, the stylist went with something simple for the meal. He grinned, being shown the outfit. "Hey, nice. You make this?" The stylist blushed and nodded, giggling a bit. He grinned. "Good job!" He gave her a high-five, which was a bit foreign to her. Upon being handed the outfit, Grant walked into the changing room and, well, changed. He looked over himself in the mirror, smiling. He readjusted the tie, happy to be out of the netting. The boy walked out to his stylist, who clapped approvingly. Next, she slicked back his hair like This (The guy, of course XD). He made sure to keep a conversation going. Luckily, it achieved his goal. Soon after, he was ushered out the door without a tattoo. He wasn't being watched anymore, so he paused in front of the door and ruffled up his gelled hair just a bit. It didn't look weird, just a bit more of his style while keeping some of his stylist in perfection. Once he completed his hair, Grant stepped into the dinner room, glancing around with one of his simple, a bit sideways, friendly smiles. He wore a dark blue tux with a black tie and shoes to match. The boy looked around at everyone. "Sup?"

District 10||Dinner||Ember

Ember was snatched up by her stylists, giving a small shriek. Quickly, she was painted with gold streaks up her arms and a few animal-print feathers in her hair. They put it in a french braid, intertwining the feathers. After that, she was decked with black mascara, red lipstick, and all the other things they considered to be 'goods.' She sighed, not liking the attention. The girl looked down as the did the final touches to her hair. She twirled the sleeve on her purple silk robe, wishing to be back home in District 10. Next thing she knew, Ember was in a Long dress (Second picture: leopard print). Soon enough, the upset girl was shoved into the dining room with the rest of the tributes. She sat in a seat farther away from most people and sat there silently, looking down.

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Ray was taken to be dressed. It didn't take to long, and it was only for the meal. She wore a black dress with a rose at the waist. Her hair had a flower through it to keep it up. She was taken back out again and she went to find somewhere to sit. She passed a boy in a black tuxedo, "Hey! We match!" She said while walking past.

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District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
I shook Storm's hand, then pulled it back to myself. I smoothed the wrinkles from my black dress as the elevator finally stopped on the floor the dinner was being held on. I flashed a half-hearted smile at him. "I hope we're not late."

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((Woops!!! Wrong RP!!!! Ray is from the other one!!!!))

Storm:

"I don't think so." I smile.

[Lying_Lilacs]

~Violet Thorne| District 4~
I made my way back from the window and over to the dining room's door. I looked around the hallway for a clock that would show if i was late or not. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and stepped gently into the room. I had to reajust my dress a bit, seeing it was wrinkled and combed my fingers through my hair the way i always did.