.:|The 73rd Hunger Games|semi lit|games have started|:.

[ButterflyRose]

Name: Abigail Elisabeth Morgan
Nicknames: Abi or Abs
Gender: Female.
Age: Sixteen.
Mood: Reluctant; nervous.
District: District four.
Allies: The Career Pack.
Injuries:None.
Items: None.

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail entered the training facility, noticing all of the different people. 'Too bad I am going to have to kill each and everyone of them.' It was a sad thought, but a rather practical one at that. Abi's mentor had already gotten her a place in the career pack, and she was pleased about that. Her lease favorite thing was the plants and such, so that was her first stop. He covered all of the basics and such, but also included help full tips on how to use each and every one to their full potential.

[Dark.]

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole turned to look at the commotion. From what he could see, one of the older girl's had pushed over a younger tribute. He began to turn back around, though hesitated as he watched the older girl help the girl back up. It must have been an accident. Even so, helping eachother up? Cole nodded thanks to the attendant at the camouflage station and moved across to snares. Those tributes were clearly not careers, he smiled, perhaps the tributes weren't going to be quite so vile this year. If he could just find a way of talking to a few of the tributes without the careers, sponsors or those pesky peacekeepers around, he might be able to implement a few strategies he had in his head. He sighed, triggering the perfect snare he had assembled, watching as the wire whipped up into the air. That was never going to happen. He turned his attention back to the boy, from District One. He made light work of the dummies with his sword skills. Cole longed to go over there and show his hand, slicing all of the dummies. However, he was determined not to force his hand yet. His attention was drawn back over to the squabbling tributes. The younger girl had snapped defensively. He sighed, watching his second snare whisk high into the air; no, perhaps his expections were right. This year would be like any other.

[sapiosexual]

S ᴀ ʏ ᴀ ʜ
.:. Female .:.
.:. District 8 .:.

The small girl stammered into the training area, her long white hair falling over her face. She was truthfully scared.

Straying away from any attention, the girl pressed against the wall and looked down, not looking for any stations in particular. She already knew how she was going to get through the games and most of these things she had mastered already. All but killing. She would never harm a single person or animal, but in this case, she might have to.

[bonjour.]

-Joshua Conners.
-Training Center.
-Tagged;; no one.
-Eighteen
-Unharmed.
-District Eleven.

Josh looked over his shoulder at the commotion that had arisen. His blue gaze found a few Peacekeepers advancing, and a younger girl, who lashed out at an older opponent. It took him a moment for a light bulb to go off, realizing the younger girl was the female tribute from his district. Young Fawn. Only thirteen. No one had stepped in for her. Deciding not to step in, he returned his focus to the task at hand, picking up another spear and aiming at a totally different body outline, letting it fly. The metal shaft flew straight, spiraling like a football, but at an angle, where he wanted, driving deep into the middle of the body. Wiping his hands down the front of his pants, he departed the station, moving to the knives. Weapons like this weren't his strong point. Selecting two, one in each hand, he drew his hand to his shoulder blade, before whipping it forward. The knife flew, just sticking to the body's leg. With his second one, it struck rib area.

[leiah2]

Jeremy noticed the guy at the snares, he vaguely remembered him as Cole, maybe he should form an alliance with him? He looked strong, so he decided to ask him. ''Hey'' He said a she came closer, even though being district four he had no intention of allying with the careers.

[ButterflyRose]

Name: Abigail Elisabeth Morgan
Nicknames: Abi or Abs
Gender: Female.
Age: Sixteen.
Mood: Reluctant; nervous.
District: District four.
Allies: The Career Pack.
Injuries:None.
Items: None.

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail had finished her plant session and thought she should get to know the other people. A commotion by the door caught her attention, but not for long. It was just some silly child's play and the older one would odveiously win. Abi weaved her way to the archery section. She chose a nice simple bow. It alright, not to fancy and great for beginners. Abs has had her share of shouting, but as part of her act, she would need to seem fragile. Her stance was uptight and awkward until the specialist came over to help her. The specialist told her that she needed to relax and just do her thing. The first shot hit a few inched outside the eye of the target. Her next was a bulls-eye. "Crap..." Abi mumbled under her breath. Not in my plan, to be a good shot. To make up for it her next shots were around the area of her first shot.

[lucee]

s h a y  f r e n c h • t w o • s e v e n t e e n

While practically all of the tributes were studying the various stations, weapons and surroundings as any normal career or non-career would, Shay French was studying the boys. In her personal opinion on the training, all it was was a place to show off your skills in front of some middle-aged men who ate too much and basically held the thread to your lifeline. She had plenty if time for showing off later: right now she could check out possible allies and maybe dissect a few dummies while she was at it.
A certain two boys caught her eye. One was from district one, boredly chopping up a dummy with a sword; the other, strangely enough, the boy from twelve, who was slowly impaling a dummy dead-on with spears. Both, Shay had to admit, were pretty cute. In a I'm-macho-watch-me-kill-plastic-people kind of way. Deciding that it was too soon to start at the bottom, the career sauntered over to the boy from one and picked up a sword of her own, twirling it leisurely in one hand before slicing the head off the dummy he - Zayden, she remembered now - was training with. Not waiting to see his reaction, Shay turned back to another dummy and neatly cut it in half with the grace and precision of a panther.

[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; Female
ＡＧＥ ;; Seventeen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; Anxious; Vexed.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;;District 7.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; N/a.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; N/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; N/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; N/a.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; N/a.

cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ


Cinder blinked, stunned. Was this girl serious? She couldn't be more than 13 years old, and she was yelling at her? Hot rage replaced the blonde's anxiety. "Excuse you?" She let her grip slid open, sending the girl back to the ground. Her green eyes flamed as they narrowed on the brunette. "I didn't do anything wrong, and you know it." She towered over the smaller girl, easily becoming more intimidating. A sudden realization felt like a kick to the stomach to Cinder. She glanced to the side without moving her head. Now almost everyone was watching them, and the Peacemakers were walking in sync toward them at a quicker pace then before. She focused back on the girl before her. Was this the chick's plan all along? To get her in trouble? She may be small, but Cinder wouldn't put it past her. This was the Hunger Games after all.
Still vexed, Cinder forced her anger back down. She would love to just pound this girl, but she was probably just as embarrassed as she was. She may have only snapped to seem tough to the other Tributes. Her jaw set as she reached down and dug her fingernails into the girl's arm, yanking her up into a standing position. "Nice act." She muttered under her breath loud enough for Fawn to hear as she pretended to brush dust of her shoulder. Her dark green eyes were cold as they settled back on her before Cinder turned and walked off, pretending nothing had happened. Though she was screaming inside, on the outside she appeared unchanged.

{ Um, ButterflyRose? You do realize they don't have guns in the Hunger Games right? :\ }

[lucee]

[ it would be cool if they did, you have to admit o.o ]

[Dark.]

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole's head lashed around just as his third snare triggered faultlessly. He eyed the approaching tribute, making no attempt to mask his skepticism. District Four. Called Jeremy if he remembered correctly. Someone he had immediately tagged as a Career. It was a District Four's default wasn't it, 'career'. Well, what was he doing over here, with a poor, insignificant District 12 such as himself? Cole made no attempt to hide his unease; everyone in the lower districts held a certain...dislike for the careers. Turning, he begin to assemble one final snare. Without casting a glance up towards Jeremy, he offered a solemn, "Hello." in return.