War-Horse and Hunger-Games (mixed roleplay)

[Fluffypantsjr]

(Lol well it's both not one or the other )

[excalibur.]

Human
Username: :H i c k s t e a d:
Name: Morgan Reesh
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
District: 3
Weapon: Handgun
Weaknesses and fears: Fears, dieing.
Human ally: My district
Picture: WIP

Horse
Name: Marine
Age in human years: 24 (6 years of age. Horses go up in fours.}
Gender: Male/Stallion
Breed: Westphalian
Fur, mane and tail colour: Bay coat, black mane and tail.
Eye colour: Hazel as all horses are
Picture: wip

[Fluffypantsjr]

Awesome! Thank you, I've been needing a boy in D3, accepted

[excalibur.]

{Thanks, I had to put the breed in. By the way, 30 years for a horse in human years is not possible. Just saying!}

[excalibur.]

[I'll be a co-owner aswell as I'm always on}

[Simplicity.]

(are we starting?)

[Fluffypantsjr]

(Yes we are starting. Lol Hickstead it doesn't matter, the hunger games is - hopefully - not possible either so a bit of fiction is okay )

[Fluffypantsjr]

Sophia Russell - District Two

Trotting into the centre of District Two, a shiver runs down my spine. I have had a lot of bad luck this week - I don't want any more.
Arriving at the area used for reaping, I jump off of my palomino horse, Josie, and stand next to my friend Jason Small. We chat quietly at the back of the street. I feel good, I think to myself. Maybe I won't get chosen. Well, there are 599 other girls her so I stand a pretty good chance.
Just as I begin to feel calm, the soldier reading out the chosen tributes barks out, "Girls first!"
After a lot of rummaging around in his bag for names, he calls out, "Sophia Russell and her horse Josie!"
All eyes are on me as I numbly walk to the stage. I have a poker face because I'm trying to stop myself crying. I do, however, try to run away idiotically which results in a sharp pull on my arm by the soldiers.
Good bye, Jason. My family. Everybody I love...

Jason Small - District Two

My heart is racing. My mouth is dry. It's hard to breathe. What other torture does London want to put us through now? The reaping of course: also known as 'The place where you receive your ticket to Hell'. I can't deny it - I'm scared. Not for me but for my friends. They are all I have besides Knight, my gorgeous jet-black horse. I'm lacking in reasons not to volunteer if my fellow buddies do get chosen.
I feel worthless. Alone. Afraid.
My friends are gorgeous, talented people. They don't deserve to die.
I arrive in the street used for reaping and sit nervously at the back. My worst fears are confirmed when my best friend Sophia is unfortunately chosen to receive her coupon for a free holiday via death. I don't want to leave her on her own with a bunch of strangers in an unknown environment - who knows what the design is for the arena? The Gamemakers never let this information be accessible to the public.
Uh oh... It's time for the boys to be chosen, I think to myself, followed by a lot of swearing and cussing in my head.
"Kyle Jones and his horse Misty!" The soldier yells out.
Kyle? No no no no... He can't go, he means too much to me. He saved me from death in the cold winter months. He can't die, he can't die, he can't die...
"I volunteer as tribute!" I scream loudly, followed by loud gasps from the women, men and children surrounding me.
I walk to the stage as I notice Kyle mouthing something to me. "Thank you Jason. Thank you so much!"
After a series of questions asking if I am sure I want to be a volunteer, I am allowed to be a tribute alongside Sophia. I know I am going to die but it's worth saving others in the process.

[Wolf;]

[I'll be a co-owner aswell as I'm always on}

( Sorry bud, but me and Heather run it. Just me and Heather. :3 )

[Wolf;]

Albert

As I walk to the reaping, I feel like my heart is coming up my throat. I feel sick and I am so frightened. As I hand out my finger and they take my blood, I barely notice and I keep on walking. I sit down like everyone else. I sighed and I grab my chest and feel my heart beating rapidly. I hear a female be called out then, "Boys now." I feel really sick now. I cross my fingers and hope it's not me.Then I hear, "Albert Narracot" Everyone looks around at me, and I get a feeling that maybe for me it's death. I slowly walk up to the stage, shaking all over and feeling like shattering into thousands pieces. I get on stage and shake hands with the girl. "May the oods be in your favor." I am then given my horse. I feel the tears welling up behind my eyes,"Joey, we will be ok.." Joey snorted at me and I smiled weakly, I stroked Joey and patted his neck.

Bella

I am about to be sick. -I have a life ahead of me- I thought as they took my blood and let me go. I sat, my throat dry and I feel sweaty. "Girls first." My grab my head and tell myself it's not going to be me.."Bella swan." My life is noting now, I wasn't going to survive. Weakly I stumbled up to the stage as she called out a male. When I got to the stage with the boy I shook his hand and then I heard, "May the oods be in your favor." As I then get my horse back I sigh, "Topthorn, im scared.." He whinnied, like he knew what I was saying, in fact I think he did. I stroked his mane and a few tears fell.