The 25th Hunger Games (Hybrid Hunger Games rp; semi-lit)

[Wolf'sflame]

(Accepted!)

[nicole3139]

Nicole:
I shudder remembering where I am. In one of the genetic rooms the capitol made. White walls. White ceiling. White floor. It's like a cave. White sheets. White pillows. White everything. I walk towards the bathroom cautiously afraid that some loud alarm might go off if I touch the wrong thing.
Devon:
I Walk through the halls noticing the lack of weapons. Nothing sharp even. That's a bummer. I look for my trainer so i can start early. I start streching as i walk down the hall way.

[ForgetMeNot]

~Cecilia~13~Canadian Lynx~
Cecilia glanced around her room. It was fancy, too fancy. She stood and went to her door, everything was polished, perfect. She smirked, this was her chance to ruin something of the capitol's 'perfect'. She crossed back to her shoes, thinking they still had wood shavings and mud on them. To her dismay, the capitol had them bleached. A little more of my home has been taken away. She clenched her teeth and fists with frustration. I hate them. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed, I'm coming home Sia. I promise.

~Jack~18~Eastern Lowland Gorilla~
Jack stood in the hallway, gathering all of the confidence he could muster before he met his trainer. The man he was going to meet was muscular. Almost exactly like his own father, dirty blond hair, tall, muscular, even his face looked demanding and mean. I hope he isn't like my father. Oh, God, Please. Just give me this last courtesy before I go off to die. Taking a deep breath, still praying and crossing his fingers, Jack walked up to his mentor and trainer.

[Gemino-]

Cog Captor-Honey Badger-14-District 3

Cog remained on his bed, curled up into a ball with his knees tucked under his chin. It was all wrong- the sheets were too wholesome, too soft, too... Fake? No, they were really there, sure, but... too clean. Yes, that was it. Everything was too clean and too inviting and not at all the dingy, dark little house where he was so used to living. ...And where he would probably never live again. The brunette's muscles protest as he drags himself to his feet, wiggles his claw-like fingers, and grinds his razor sharp teeth. He felt as if he had just ran a marathon, but there was no point in sleeping right now. He had to go meet with his mentor, avoid his fellow district tribute, and get ready for the opening ceremonies. And it was only-... Cog stops, reaches into his pockets. His fingers close around the small antique pocket watch- his final gift from his father, and pulls it out. Inspects it. No, it had not been tampered with. He checks the time, relieved, and proceeds to the dining room, confident.

Kale Stricken- Rabbit-15-District 11
...The platinum blonde boy thinks he'll just stay shaking like a leaf on the bed for a while until he's supposed to go meet his prep team. Yes, that sounds like a solid plan. Stay curled up on the bed, think about his family, this little brother who he volunteered for, and- was that- Oh! Something catches the rabbit-tribute's eyes, that large menu that will dispense any sort of food he desires. He timidly speaks, orders a 'piece or warm bread, please, if that's not too much trouble' and is pleasenly surprised when he not only gets bread, but it's buttered as well, and twice the size of any piece at home. He'll spend the next few hours alternating between curled up on the bed and snacking, until he's called to meet his prep team. Yeah, he likes this idea better.

[james moriarty]

Chris moaned softly in his sleep, and rolled onto his side. His body had felt like it was on fire ever since he had fallen asleep. The pain slowly dulled, but it left his head pounding. At one point, his head hurt too badly for him to continue sleeping. "Ungh." he groaned softly, rubbing his eyes with his hands. He pulled his hands away, and looked down at them - wait. What had they done with his nails? They were now sharpened to points, and the tips seemed almost black in color. He stood up slowly, and went to the mirror in the bathroom, still rubbing his eyes. He blinked them open, and stumbled back in horror. What - who - what had happened to him? He bit down on his lip nervously - and immediately noticed blood dripping from his punctured lip. "What the..." he mumbled, and opened his mouth - his teeth were filed into points. He heard a soft thump at his side, and looked down in surprise. Okay - he had a tail. "Christopher?" a young woman said from behind him, "I need to talk to you." Ah, his mentor.

[city;]

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My head is spinning.

And hurting.

And feels like its made out of lead.

I slowly sat up. My back was really sore and my vision was slightly hazy. I could hear a lot better though.

That's new.

I clambered out of the hospital-like bed, and discovered that I was missing clothing. Awkward, but whatever. I told myself. Shrugging, I looked around the room for a dresser. A simple jet black one stood tucked away in the corner. I strides over, and placed my hand in the handle. Stopping, I felt something swish my legs. Ok. What was that? I brushed it off. Must've been a draft or something. I looked in as I pulled open the dresser. Jeans and a few black t-shirts. I Pulled out a few, and took them to the bathroom. I started tugging on the jeans as I walked, but they got caught on something. Mmkay. That's fine. Probably just something stupid. But I knew better. It was a quarter quell. Something scary was bound to happen.

I suddenly looked up at the bathroom mirror. What the ****! Was my first thought. I have ears! Sitting atop my head was a set of silvery wolf ears, and my human ones were gone without a trace. My eyes widened and I caught a glint off of them. No. No frigging way. My eyes are silver!?

I tried pulling my pants back up, and couldn't. I figured I should look and see what was the issue. Oh. I really should not have done that. I have a tail. I am half wolf.

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I am screaming.

On the inside at least. Only an hour ago, I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, horrified. My eyes are bright red. My freckles are green. My stomach is almost yellow. What's going on!?

I am about to cry.

I am a monster.

No. I mentally slapped myself. Don't cry. That shows weakness. My sobbing part agreed, and stopped all together. I shook myself, and crawled out of bed.

I spied a closet, and selected a red dress from its depths. The dress was a low scoop neck with a lace up back, almost corset style. My skirt went to mid-calf and was flowy. If I span just right, it looked like a parachute. I loved it.

Slowly and terrified, I placed my hand on the handle on the door of my compartment.

I slowly turned it.

I held my breath and walked out to the dining car.

[Wolf'sflame]

(CAITOL ANNOUNCEMENT:
We are approaching the Capitol, so get ready for the Tribute Parade!)

[Gemino-]

Kale-D11-15-Rabbit
Hours have passed, and at last Kale's overeager prep team show up, coax him from the bed, and start to get him ready. Scrubbing down his skin. Washing his hair. Grooming his ears. His tail. Picking out all the dirt from his nails and trimming them down to nothing. Brushing his teeth to a shine. Complimenting him on how skinny he was, when he did nothing but merely nod and stutter out a response. He was in a daze somewhat, shocked by all of these people and their bright, vibrant hair and clothes and even their attitudes! ...They finished preening him, and left him wearing a pair of sild white boxers. Then he met his stylist, a flamboyant young lady with red hair in the form of a mohawk, who talked in the same startlingly loud voice as the rest of them, if just a little... subdued? Perhaps it was the look in his eyes that did it, one of a scared animal, but she seemed to calm a bit. She talked to him- he remained silent, but she never demanded he speak. Kale's stylist just nodded and slowly explained what she was going to do- a simple suit, all completely white, with clear diamond cufflinks. His hair was going to be straightened flat to his head to bring out his green eyes and his long ears, and to make him look like a ghost, almost. Intimidating, if he kept his expression hidden. His skin would also be patted down with a white powder to emphasize this effect. The platinum blonde boy never said a word.

Cog-D3-14-Honey Badger
"Don't touch me!" Hissed the enraged badger tribute, backed up into a corner of the pristine, white room while his prerp team closed in on him weilding supplies. "I'm just fine as I am!" He snapped, taking swipes at anyone who got too close. ...At last, one of them, and older man, ran out to fetch his stylist. His stylist, a man with hair three shades of green and makeup to match, talked to him impatiently, but eventually compromised with Cog long enough to let his stylists scrub his down and wash his hair until it was silky smooth. ...By that point, Cog was a little bored and therefore more agreeable, even conversationable. He gave his opinion on a few of his stylist's plans- and smile strained, the sylist made a few adjustments before Cog finally agreed.

[DJ_X2]

.:. Hesiod .:.

.:. 17 .:. District 6 .:. Single .:. African Wild Dog .:. Confused, and Scared .:.

I'm running.
To where I'll never know.
It's pure white out, and I stop running.
I try to continue with strange people coming up behind me, but I'm stuck.
Weird..... I think....One of them tackles me, but all I can do is Nothing.
One of the boys has razor sharp teeth, and I scream.

I wake panting, half off my bed, and I sit up quickly, putting a hand on my face trying to relax. I sit up,a dn my feet are hanging off the bed. I pause looking down at the bed, Where's the hospital room? And the creepy Capitol nurses? What happened? Am I even going to the Hunger Games? I pause the thought, and focus on the present. I'm on a bed. A bed. I jump off of it, and look around the room, I'm in. I then hear something fall, but the Something is Nowhere in my room. I then hear shuffling and relize it's someone else, in other room maybe five doors down from me. Wait.... I think, Five doors down?!?! How do I know this? Do I have super ears? What how can this be?I pace my room, and only relize it's way too fancy for me, so I step outside. I relize I'm on a train, and sigh. I head back into my room, only to slump down on my bed. I begin to wonder what had happened to my partner. What was his name again? I wonder, but nothing comes to mind, so I sigh and head into the bathroom. I wash my face, and dryed it off, looking into the mirror. A small screaM, escapes me, and I back away. Is that.....ME?!?!?! Something was with me eyes, they were almost a light brown eyes now almost look turquiose. I tunr around to see a tail. Not just any tail, a black, white, and brown tail. I then see fangs. Fangs.....jez...I must have African Wild Dog in me...I've studied them before...I think, That's what they shot me with at the hospital... I then decided to find my partner and see if he was any different, so I get changed out of hospital smelling clothes and chang einto shorts, and a t-shirt. That's whenI hear the door slam open, and a boy with black hair rush to me. My mentor... I think, and he grabbed me, pulling me out of my room. What the ****?!?!?! I thought, trying to fight him. He pulled me into a room, where a girl with fire-like hair stood, smiliing. What's with her hair? I wonder and stare at her, speakless. My mentor then pushed me closer to her, and told me, "See you out in the crowd, dog-girl." Before I could reply, he was gone. Dog-girl.....don't like it.....I think and turn towards the girl. She smiled, and gestured for me to come over. I followed her into another small room, with a beautoful dress layed out of the bed there. I look at it speakless, and look at her. She grinned, probably knowing I loved it. She helped me put it on, and then put sparkles all down my arm. I starred at the mirror, and smiled, spinning around in a circle.She handed me a pair of shoes, that weren't fancy, but I was good with that. She placed something on my head, as I put my shoes on. I looked in the mirror to see a brown crown placed on my head. I looked at her, and she said, "To show the world the Queen of the Desert." I smile. I liked that nickname. She put black eyeliner on me, with black lipstick. I almost looked evil, Good thing too.. I thought.

Her dress....
..and shoes..

[silvanelves]

Flicker//13//District 11
I was overwhelmed. The sight of such exquisite things, such as the silk carpet and clear windows was a luxury, and I took it all in. Sitting on my bed inside a small room, I tried to remember everything from the detailed wall and the way the bathroom worked to the fine patterns stitched delicately into the fabric on the blanket. "It's all so nice..." I murmured as a man walked in. Probably my stylist. I thought, my ears flicking and my cloven feet swaying off the side of the bed. He motioned for me to come, and dressed me up pretty nice. I twirled infront of a mirror, dazzled by the dress I was in. "Perfect."

Cody//18//District 8
Cody was grumpy, and he sure showed it. "Do I have to?" or "Why not?" was all he said, complaining about this or that and getting on everyones nerves. Finally, his stylist, who was busy putting him in a nice electric blue suit that shimmered with the slightest movement and looked like scales, snapped. "Get a grip, Cody!" she said, her voice powerful and grabbing his gloomy attention. "At the very least be happy for the last few days of your life! Make a good impression, not a bad one!" Cody straightened after that, cooperating perfectly and even apologizing for his behaviour.