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[--I am Sherlocked--]

(Yes. )

[Mimi-911]

Just checkin'. When can we start?

[bella20021]

Username:bella20021
Character Name:steven
Gender (look at the district section for info if it's taken first):male
Age (12-17):16
Skills (Archery, hand to hand, making traps, ect.):knife throwing
Weaknesses (At least two):fire and making traps
Personality (A good description):he is mature for his age but he is the kind of person that gets mad easily but he will protect those he cares about with his life
Looks (A descriptive paragraph or a picture):he is tall and skinny with very little mucle he also has black hair that falls into his eyes and hides a small pale scar above his eyebrow (i will post a pic when i get home)
District:12
Other:his family died in a fire years ago and he has a chain necklace that he got from his dad that he tresures

[greenwolf1998]

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[Chrystopher]

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[--I am Sherlocked--]

Just checkin'. When can we start?

Now? )

[-Bacon]

(Awesome! :3 Where do we start? At the reaping, train, games..?)

[belle.]

[Yes.! Now C:]

[--I am Sherlocked--]

(I guess reaping . I am busy once again though! So busy.. -.- )

[-Bacon]

I was pushed into the town's square by peace keepers, shoulder to shoulder with kids I don't even know. I sighed silently and looked between people, searching for my friends and familly. Eventually when I laid my eyes on Sam, my brother, I smiled slightly in relief to have caught his attention, and to see him. This was the last year that he would have his name in the reaping bowl, but it didn't make it any better for this year. When I found my little sister I wrapped my arms around her chest to keep her close, not wanting to loose her. Eventually when we were in the square, in designated areas, our verry colourfull announcer said some words cheerfully, then shoved his hand into the girl's bowl. I starred at the two pieces of paper in horror, only now did I worry about my own safety. I watched intently as he unrolled the small piece of paper in his fingures slowly to create tension, and trust me, it worked. He looked up at the surrounding tributes and it felt as if he made I contact with me. "Lyra Mitchell." He called out happily. I starred up at him helpless, my face had turned white as my sister turned around and clutched me. "No!" She screamed. It was the only sound that could be heard, the ear spliting sound of her scream. The peace keepers tried to drag her away, so I bent down and hugged her as she sobbed into my shoulder. By this time Sam had broken through the mob and held both of us. The peace keepers eventually gained controll and threw him off and picked up my sister; I couldn't make out the words my brother was yelling at them, but the fact that he was made me smirk slightly.

(I'm not used to first person... lol)