CONGRATULATIONS CITY GIRL!!!

[skïttles]

oh, okay! :) that helps me a lot.
i didnt reserve spots earlier on because it was iffy if people were going to finish soon/at all buuuut...since you are...

[NoisyBirds]

| Keep walking. Don't ever stop, until deaths stop you himself. |

I apologize dearly, I'm on an iPod with no acces to a computer so you will have to settle for a description of him. Again, sorry. Anyway: He has long, dark brown hair that falls about to the middle of his back. The has vey dark, forest green eyes, and one has a spot of brown near the bottom. About 5'11 (And very proud of it) he has a long scar on his left arm, that goes from his wrist up to his shoulder from an incident with a knife when he was younger.

 

:: naмe ::
    Nicholas Greay

    :: gender ::
    Male

    :: age ::
    17

    :: dιѕтrιcт ::
     District 5


 :: ѕcore ::
     7


    :: perѕonalιтy ::
    Well, I'm a pretty cool guy. If I may say so myself. Heh. I'm pretty simple actually, not much all that special about me. I'm fit, handsome, fun to be around and just pretty much weird. (people always say I could work on my modesty though. Whatever) anyway, I'm pretty easygoing, though I do have my moments. When I'm pretty serious I do get a little scary, and for some reason I say 'checkmate' before I kill. Probably because me and my dad played chess alot before I got reaped. Anyway, I really dislike only a few things. Don't ask me why I don't like them. I don't know. It's mosly weird stuff, like red clothes, sand and he color oarnge. But I do dislike a few more... Normal things. I hate... A lot.

That's depressing, let's move on to a happier subject: my likes. I like alot of things, so I'll narrow it down to my favorites. I love pretty people (guys or girls, I honestly don't care). I have a huge appitie, and can scarf down my body mass in food. Scarfs, that's another thing I dont like... Anyway, I think that's about it, wouldn't you say so? Well, I'll see you on the battlefield!

    :: нιѕтory ::
    Well, I'm pretty boring in this catagory (only). I had a relit overly good life. My mother died giving birth to me so my father took care of me. He worked in the mornings and eavinings and came home during the afternoon. Every day we would play a game of chess with the prices he whittled out himself, and I always won. We kept ourselfs well fed, I had to steal when I got older but I never told my dad. He would be so dissapointed. When I was called for the reapeing, my father told me goodbye. He told me to keep walking, so that's exactly what I will do. Keep walking until I walk right out of his game. Because I'm not about to loose a game of any sort.

    :: oтнer ::
    Well, I should warn you that I am pretty flirty. But no one complains, I'm drop-dead sexy anyway.

| Nicholas Greay|

[--I am Sherlocked--]

(Which tribute places are left? )

[skïttles]

don't worry about the picture, i like to think that pictures are for lazy people xP ((not saying anyone is lazy...but that's why *I* use pictures, lmao)) -- that mean accepted xD

~Artemis~ there aren't any :(

[wickedbvnes]

| ' I'm a realist, not a hero. Get used to it. ' |

:: naмe ::
Angus O'sullivan

:: gender ::
Male.

:: age ::
16

:: dιѕтrιcт ::
District 11.


:: ѕcore ::
7.


:: perѕonalιтy ::
Angus was. I say was, because of his roughly marked out past. Before the accident, he was a cheery, normal boy. Angus used to go out picking apples, wandering around. He had friends, sure, but never too close. It was too dangerous, knowing he could be pulled out at The Reaping. Angus would have girls milling around him, but love.. Love was far too dangerous. Love gave someone the ability to tear you limb from limb. Angus could have been a joker, but he was far too dry. Bitter. His father's death changed a happy-go-lucky, all rounder child into a serious, hardened family carer. Angus had to find enough food to sustain his reduced family of three, his mother, sister, and toddler brother.
That made Angus brittle around the edges. His hope for a reasonably happy life had frayed, as he now had to work for the right to stay alive. His health withered, and he became an empty soul encased in a thriving body. You would look into his eyes, and all you would see is empty, grey eyes. His mother tried to cheer Angus up, but she was ill with phenomia. Angus had no hope in the world that his mother would be around to see him reach 14. He was right. Angus woke up one day, and his mother had passed away in the bitter cold of night. That injured Angus beyond repair.

:: нιѕтory ::
Angus was born into a happy, quaint family of four. Angus was taught the basic ways of life by his father, until his father got ill and ended up in the grave. Angus then began working at the local bakery, but had to quit to care for his mother. His other was entirely dependent on Angus, in all aspects. Even dressing. Angus learned to ignore this, and went on with doing it. Angus also had to care for his brother and sister.
Angus was worried. If he died, or got selected, he had to make sure his dependent brother and sister were safe. So he went to his closest affiliation, and signed a contract (ish) to make sure his brother and sister would get cared for there. Then, his mother died. Angus took on the father role, and learnt responsibility and independence. Then, he got chosen at The Reaping.

:: oтнer ::
Angus is relatively aware of the right foods. He is mid strength, with excellent endurance.

| Angus |

[skïttles]

accepted! :D
i will have an intro post up shortly! :D

[wickedbvnes]

{; Heheh! Just in time, too! xD My posts may be laboured, as I am watching a movie. ;}

[NoisyBirds]

((Im going to had to respond to any intro you put up tomorrow, mainy because of the fact it is about 4:30 AM here and I think I may be about to pass out due to exhaustion. Whatever. I will see you all tomorrow, I'm going to curl up in the corner of my bed with my stuffed tiger for a few hours to sleep. Farvel for the night- Er... Morning!))

[skïttles]

don't worry about it...i don't expect everyone to post just now :) **although i'd enjoy if they did xP**
it's 5:30 here lol. but, i'm a night-owl ((i stay awake every night until around 7-8 am at the earliest xD)) so i shouldn't be compared lol


this is gonna be short an sweet, kk? xP

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A blasting heat filled the arena. Everyone was ready to move, muscles bunched, eyes focused on the cornucopia, escape, or the other tributes. As far as the eye could see, all there was was a shimmery desert. Somewhere out there, oases gave somewhat of a salvation- but also a death. There were many deadly things in the oases. The tributes had been issued heavy coats and thin T-shirts, pants that were easy to move in, but were airy all the same. The gamemakers had taken into consideration that it wouldn't be difficult to die of heat stroke while in the cruel desert. It also would be difficult to freeze to death, when the temperature dropped to extremes. All of the gamemakers knew that this arena was one of the cruelest that they had devised, but none of them cared. It was all for entertainment, after all. The countdown had reached 10, and one could almost taste the tension in the air. The boys and girls lined up in a semi-circle around the entrance to the cornucopia were forced to make their final decisions now. Would they fight or flee? 7. Sweaty palms bunched into fists, nervous eyes either flicking around or fixed upon their sole destination, legs wanting to run while their brains held them in check. 3. Too late to change their decisions. They were locked in. Out in the crowds, everyone was watching with large, fearful eyes, praying for their family or District members. Stomach's knotted with the thought of the blood that was to come. 1. This was it. That last final moment before the chaos really started. Families clutched each other. Some cried. Some prayed. 0. You'd better

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• tagged; none. - - weapon; choosing-->mace - - no crush - - mood; focused, adrenaline rushed •
As the countdown dropped to zero, Leag nearly flew off her plate as she broke into a run, her face looking struggled. This was it. When that gong went off, a twenty-four families broke into tears. Groups of children watched their television, in awe, but horror stricken. Some gambled in amusement, choosing their favorite tribute and betting their all. Some prayed for te tributes, all of them as a whole, hoping them all well and prosperity. Some prayed for the tribute of their own district, wishing that their fellow district's trivute came home, alive, with weath and plentiful food for the district. But all of their bets? Tears? Prayers? Hopes? Gone. Because this was the Hunger Games.
Leah didn't focus on anyone else. She didn't pay attention to the tributes around her. If she zoned them out, she would, most possibly, regain an ounce of focus to save herself. She took once glance at a backpack. The pack laid by a set of bows and arrows, which were no use whatsoever to her. Risky move. She should go find a pack by a good weapon, one she could hadle properly.
Leah changed course, instantly spotting a mace. She locked her gaze on the axe, picking up speed, if it were even possible. Leah had always been good with knives. And a mace was perfect. She reached closer, watching as other tributes ran off into the trees, or came to join her in the bloodbath. Leah ran to the axe, swiping it from the ground frantically. Now she needed a backpack. She dodged a knife, not looking to who it came from, wincing as it skimmed the side of her neck, leaving a thin cut. {{dunno, she cant make it out of the bloodbath all clean and safe}}. She ran in the opposite direction, just heading for the forest. She manages to swipe up a pack, flinging it over her shoulder, running off to the woods.

{{it's so sloppy): but I'm on an iPhone, so it will have to suffice xC}}