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

[nicole3139]

(Oh, characters who are inactive are FAIR PLAY, so you may go ahead and take them out, just check the tribute list)

What does fair play mean and how do we know who's inactive?

[Wolf'sflame]

(Fair play means you are able to kill them, since their users haven't posted in at least a week. PM me if you wish to ask if you may kill a character.)

[nicole3139]

Nicole:
I laugh again "I'm hungry" I say. I slowly rip a piece of cloth off my shirt and wrap it around my leg. "Let's go" I say, standing up. I wobble but keep right side up "You never told me why it took you so long to find me once the games begun." I smile at him, pulling out my bow and fastening an arrow in it. I hear a noise behind us just as I stumble a bit. Cr@p.

[city;]

[ Jake ]

I laugh. "Let's go, my hungry hungry girl." I stand up, and take her arm in mine to steady Nicole. "Well..." I start, worried that she would be mad at me. I decide nothing could be worse than ending my life with a gazillion secrets, so I spill the beans. "I didn't want to end up liking you, because I have to get back home, somehow, someway. If I get attached to people, then that means that I end up sacrificing myself for them, and that doesn't get me home... I hoped that if I stayed away, I wouldn't get so attached." I smile at her. "Oops. Epic fail."

- Feel free to kill off Lilly. I was waiting for the next Capitol monster to kill her off. -

[nicole3139]

Nicole:
"I want you to go home. Not me. I have nothing to go home to, you do, you deserve it more then me." I turn to look at him "One more night and I'll be gone" I smile and punch him in the arm. "I don't care what you have to say. You better get the food cause I'll scare it all away. I'll get berries and stuff" i smile and start to walk off in another direction.

[city;]

[ Jake ]

I scowl. "Don't say that! I had somebody... once upon a time..." I say slowly, as I run after her. I pull off my jacket, and hand it to her. "Here, use this to hold the berries."

(Epic WB. Sorry!)

[james moriarty]

((I'm here! Don't kill Chris! Will post soon!))

Chris hiked his bag up in his back, wincing slightly as it scraped against his wounds. He wasn't particularly worried, as it was only bleeding lightly, but it could still potentially get infected. His tail straightened behind him, and he took off into the brush, tail helping him balance. He ran in the opposite direction of the voices he had heard, hoping Zorath would think to follow.

[nicole3139]

Nicole:
I smile faintly and shake my head, walking off slowly after taking the jacket. "Thanks. Meet you back here in a sec." I walk off in the direction I saw berries earlier. I hear a noise a head of me and fall to the ground, rolling across the ground till I'm behind the nearest tree. I see a girl. Older then me I'm sure, tougher, yeah. I slowly and quietly put an arrow in position. I aim and fire. The pain in my leg makes me miss. My arrow goes off into a bush, just grazing the girls shoulder. She turns and looks at me, aiming a knife at me. Cr@p. I quickly fasten another arrow in and fire. It hits her in the lower stomach just as her knife hits me in the arm. It hits my arm funny. Like it hit my hand first then slid down my arm, creating a not too deep gash all the way up my arm. I bite back a yelp and rush over to see if she's dead. Turns out not the smartest idea. Well I don't seem to be thinking well today. She flops on top of me despite the pain she must be in.
We roll around on the ground for a while. She elbows me in the gut and stabs me in the arm a few times but other then that i come away unharmed, looking at a dead girl. A girl I killed.
(I was wondering if we could revote for a winner. It just seems people have gotten to know the other tributes better now and maybe there would be diffrent out comes. Maybe?)

[james moriarty]

((Well, if you're worried about me not replying as often, don't. :3 I was just seeing if Zorath would reply, but as he didn't, I guess Chris is alone in the arena. I promise I'll be posting a lot more, and the posts will be much more detailed. :3 But if you all feel like we need to revote, then I won't argue. I respect all of your opinions. :3 ))

Christopher's mind drifted as he ran through the brush, he was becoming lost in memories and letting his feet and instincts guide him. His movements were almost silent, his footfalls muffled by the dense coating of leaves on the jungle floor.

It was a sunny day in District Eight - not like it mattered, since he would be inside a factory all day, anyway - but nice days were few and far between. His face and clothes were freshly scrubbed. This, in itself, was quite out of the ordinary. His family rarely had enough water to spare for bathing, but today, they had had some. Christopher had a worn leather bag strung across his chest. The walk to work was always difficult; a mile through churned up mud in old holey shoes. Despite the fact that he was feeling particularly good, Chris knew that today promised another mind-numbingly boring day dying fabric.

The great grey building loomed up in front of him, as it did every day. The harsh smell of smoke and dues assaulted his nose, just like evey day. The loud bang and pop of heavy machines drilled into his skull, just like it did every day. After clocking in and changing into his coveralls, Chris went out to the factory floor. He flashed a smile at the pretty girl who worked next to him. Her name was Calico, but he knew very little about her aside from her name. And yet, he had had a crush on her for years.

The day went by mostly without incident, with the exception of the usual problem of hands being caught in sewing machines. When that happened, the unfortunate soul was dragged out, bandaged up, and given the rest of the day off. He had heard that if the injured failed to report to work the next day, they would have the rations for their families halved. At six o'clock in the evening, a loud buzzer sounded, signaling that the work day was over.

Christopher walked home, stopping at the butcher to haggle for some meat, then briefly at the bakery, where he managed to buy half a loaf of stale bread. But food was food. As usual, he arrived home before his two older siblings, and he began to make dinner. It was meager and did little to fill him up, as always.

His older siblings and parents usually arrived home at the same time, but today they didn't. "Hey, have you seen mom or dad?" he asked his sister as soon as she walked in the door. The older girl looked surprised, "No. Haven't you?" then, his brother had told them they worried too much. They were just late.

At nine o'clock that night, Chris' parents still weren't home. There was a knock on the door. Chris was the only one who made a move to answer it. He swung the heavy oak door open to reveal two white-clothed peacekeepers standing on their front porch. "Hello, young man. We need to speak to the eldest child." they said formally, and Chris's brother immediatly got up and followed the men outside. When he returned ten minutes later, his face was stony: "Mother and Father are dead. They were killed in a riot."

Chris was broken out of his memory-induced haze when he stepped on a twig, which to him sounded like a gunshot. He immediately scrabbled up a tree, his claws helping him grip. He climbed high enough that he wouldn't be visible from the ground and waited.

[nicole3139]

Nicole:
Hesiod. I remember the girls name now.
I finish picking the berries and head back to where I told Jake I'd meet him. I sit down and peel off the bottom of my tight fitting shirt and wrap it around my arm. Geez, with all these wounds I'm gonna end up wearing nothing. I smile to myself, That would be a first in the hunger games. I laugh and lay back, looking up into the sky. It'll be dark soon, the sun is going down and it's almost dark. I walk over to the pond thing and splash water on my cuts. It stings but that's the least amount of pain I've felt all day.
I finish washing off and go back to where Jake should be, I wait.