∞She came without a warning∞ Hetalia Hunger Games Roleplay

[Pinkedalink]

{So, um. How do we start? I didn't read the books, so....... ~sits quietly in my corner~ }

[pappuppy]

M a t s u o - I t o e | T o k y o
"Call me Rhyme, please."

A girl lay in her bed, clutching a small black stuffed cat to her chest as she slept soundly. Outside her window sat an agitated squirrel, it's fur, seemingly glowing in the sun. It rapped in the window, then began to scratch on it with a determined urgency. The door to the girls room opened up slowly and a woman stood in the doorway, smiling gently at the sight at the small girl. With high cheekbones and a thin frame, the woman was very beautiful, her long brown hair pulled back and tied with a thread of yarn. She walked over and looked down at the sleeping girl, chuckling as the little girl shifted once more.
"Rhyme," The woman crooned, reaching down to run her fingertips against the young girls cheek, her other hand set on her arm as she woke the girl.
The girls eyes flickered open, only to reveal the lovilest shade of blue, like the deep sea, swimming with life. She binked the sleepy feeling away before she looked up at the woman.
"Hm? Oh, good morning Mom." Rhyme greeeted softly, a smile coming to her lips as she closed her eyes happily.
Her Mother smiled and leaned back folding her hands over eachother as she gazed down at her daughter fondly.
"Good morning, Dear. You should get up and dressed, the market won't have much left if you don't hurry."
MAtsuo nodded before she sat up and began to get herself dressed and ready for a day out.

((Hopefully it's okay if I portray her with a mother. I found it appropriate.))

[NoisyBirds]

((By the way, Farland Is Asexual, meaning no relationships for him [I cant rp straight couples. It turns out horribly akward.]))

Farland was up by the time the sun was shining. The teen had already eaten his small portion of fruits and veggies for that day- giving his portion of meat to Faraway. How he even got to be conquered by Panem was beyond him. His population was dragons for the gods sake! Dragons! How does an army of humans beat a country of dragons?

Whatever. That was the past. Now his life consisted of making sure the dragons that lived here were well fed and safe. For both it meant he had to sneak out- quick was difficult considering the fact that this entire part of the district was a huge cage meant to keep the dragons in. Meaning no climbing. Farland just wanted this to end. For him to be back home on his island, with all his dragons well and free.

But that would come later. They had been planning somehing- a revolt led by Farland for quite a while. And when the tribute for that district was chosen, the day he was up in the arena Farland would finally reveal the top secret plan.

[KumyaKuma]

You think you got the best of me
Think you had the last laugh
Be you think everything good is gone
Think you left me broken down
Think I'll come running back
Baby, you don't know me, 'cause you're dead wrong

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm loenly hen I'm alone
What doesn't kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter.
Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone.

|Surda|

I sat on a tree branch, 30 feet up in a pine tree, the sun just peaking over the shaggy tops of the dark green pine. The gentle rays of the dawns early light warming the cold air that sliced through my skin and chilled my bones. I small shiver ran up my spine and I shook slightly, getting a little heated up. "Today's the day of the reaping." My voice my hollow and sorrowful, every year, for the past 100th years, I was forced to watch two innocent lives of my people slaughtered in The Hunger Games.

I tightened my grip on the branch, my right hand turning pale from how tight I was holding on. I gritted down my teeth, bark digging into my palm. 'Does she know what this is doing to me? Everytime one of my people die from what living conditions they're suffering in, every time those poor boys and girls die in those damn Games, a bit of me dies with them! I am dieing, too. All my life, from the day I twas a little babe to the twelve year old I am today, I have always been cursed to suffer, an ill-fated life. My life has been pluaged wth wars. I was forced to fight and kill at a young age, forced to grow up with everybody I loved being taken away from me. I never have and never will, feel the love of a mother for me, never know what it's like to have a whole family, I go to sleep every night, fearing what nightmares of my past will come to me when I close my eyes. I-I have killed....Watched the blood of my enemy dripping down my hands, a grin on my face. I cracked--went insane because of people like you. I live in h€ll and you will never know how much I suffered because of you, how much I suffered in my whole life....I turned into a monster because of people like you, for that, you must pay. You will pay. You will suffer. You will die because of what you have done. I promise this, you will fall, I will end what you have done with my hands. I swear.'

A half-grin lited up the right side of my face, the sunlight reflecting off my dark green eyes, my crooked teeth gleaming in the light. Oh, yes. She will fall, yes, she will.

[Zelda Prouvaire]

(Panem: Heh heh heh....)

The monotonous ticking of the grandfather clock kept her at peace. Otherwise, she just may have gotten too overwhelmed with the sheer excitement of the upcoming events. She twirled her ancient quill a few times in hand, mind concocting just the perfect way to end the speech she was entitled to give later in the day. Panem chuckled slightly to herself. Those stupid countries! They would have no idea what she was planning for them, what she had hidden up her sleeve. If the Hunger Games themselves hadn't show them her power and intolerance for revolt, this certainly would.
Panem subconsciously tilted her head in curiousity, contemplating on their reactions when they became aware of her scheme. Some may weep, some may curse in rage, some may show no emotion at all. But that was perfectly fine with the girl--the Games needed drama and diversity in order to succeed with her own people, who rested comfortably in the Capitol.
Suddenly struck with inspiration, Panem scribbled the finishing sentences onto the parchment, the soft feathered tip brushing her cheek ever so slightly. She grinned at the perfection of her words, the satisfaction of having gotten this far as to control the entire world. Nothing-nothing-would escape her ever-vigilant eyes. No one would escape the Games.

[Walle13]

[Depends....Fill out a form and let me judge it.
Just kidding! Yeah, of course you can join! It's a Semi Lit roleplay, by the way. Just a heads up for everybody.]

(xDD Thank you, dude... xDDD)


Username: Walle13
Appearnce: No pic yet. Sorry, dude...
Country/Human Names: Allenndya/ Wellannor Artemisia Draconis-Lupa
Age: 17
Height: 177 cm
Gender: Female
Personality: Allenndya is a very stubborn person. She is often called self-minded because it seems like she doesn`t even want to hear other people and their options, thought she does. She is a relative new nation in the Atlantic ocean. In her childhood she was always alone because other nations didn`t even know she exist. She is a very fun loving but sarcastic person. She is easy at making friends with people who have similar interests or personalty. But, unfortunately they are very few people who does. People think of her she is either wierd and annoying or mean becuase she gets into fights easily. In rare moments when she gets serious and opens herself, she says she is just misunderestood, and that misunderestooding cause her "lonelyness barriere". She is a proud person but she also makes jokes that sometimes are insulting her a little. Even thought, she has her limits. If someone crosses it, she won`t show mercy. She is a very interesting person and she can always found a theme to talk about. She is a real chatterbox. She dislikes new wearpons and in war you can always see her with a sword, but her whole army with guns and other modern weapons.
Family: None
Crush: None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Favorite Weapon/s: Sword
Weakness/Fears: Her fear is to be helpless in any kind of situation.
Pets: A little dragon named Weylyn.
District: 5
Other: Nothing

[NoisyBirds]

Farland sighed as he stood up, dropping from the tree. "Faraway. Have the humans in the district been well? Your the only one who can slip out from the bars." he said as they walked. Faraway responded with a grunt and Farland signed. It was getting worse and worse. "Today is the reaping. We're lucky they don't have dragons in the arena." he commented as he and everyone else made their way to the plaza where the tribute would be chosen.

[Ploegy]

(Guess who has some muse all the sudden? 8D)

Finland sat up from his bed, feeling groggy and tired. He hadn't slept very well at all. He knew the games were coming again. "Those dreaded games, killing my innocent people. Stupid Capitol," He muttered under his breath as he rose to his feet. Hanatamago came to greet him, but he simply ignored her for the moment. His mind was more set on what would happen this year in the games. How many of his people would go this year? He needed to know what would happened. Quickly he changed into his normal blue uniform and grabbed his white beret. "I hate that my people have become slaves for this crazy woman," He hissed under his breath. Over the years of being under control of Panem, Finland had become a bit sour toward her. He was always that way to the people who ruled over him whether it had been Denmark or Russia or even Sweden. All three of them at one time owned his country and he hated it. Now that he was once again under control of this dreaded woman he felt like he was going crazy inside. He kept his cool though, knowing sometime they'd be able to overthrow her, at least he hoped that. He kept all this to himself though.

As soon as the Finn exited his home, all his thoughts blew away and a weak smile crossed his face. He began walking through the streets of his hometown and looking around at all of the people. Sadness blanketed each of their faces and it pained him dearly. They had to know what was coming soon as well. It had to be obvious. After years and years of these games most people knew when they fell. He just wanted to tell them it would all be alright, but that would be a lie. He hated lying to his people. He knew they would hate him for it as well. How can I go on like this? He thought to himself as he fought back the tears that had welled up in his violet eyes. He knew he couldn't. It wouldn't be much longer before he snapped and all his feelings began pouring out.

America stood in once was his capital and stared at the fallen down building which had been the White House. He did this every year before the Hunger Games. It brought back what little hope he still had left inside of him. "One day we'll get to rebuilding this nation. I promise my people," He whispered softly. "One day this will be known as America, not District 1. Stupid Districts," He growled under his breath. His anger welled up inside of him as he closed his blue eyes tightly. "She came in and took everything away from me. My freedom, my liberty, and the American dream. She separated me from my brother and basically destroyed my states. My children.... Who could be so heartless to do something like that?" He thought a loud to himself as he opened his eyes. He turned away from the fallen building and looked up at the sky. "Freedom will come back eventually," He told himself softly as he began to walk slowly away from the building he used to call his home.

[pappuppy]

((Hmm I wanna rp with canada~ Oh yeahWon't be on much this week going to listen to country concerts~))

[KumyaKuma]

[M'kay, that sounds cool! I love country music!
Walle13: Accepted! ]