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

[Dande-lee]

Name: fawn
age: 13
mood: neutral
injuries: none
items: none
allies: Josh, district 11
district:11

*fawn*

I swallow the last bits of chicken feeling better than ever, forgetting all about the nagging sadness of back home. The chicken was amazing just as good if not better than it looked and tasted slightly like venison. I look at the buffet wanting to get more but no matter how good it all looked I was just to full. Using the sleeve of the dull, gray, standard jacket that all tributes received I wipe away remaining food that might be lurking on my face. I stand back up and walk over to get some water, even this no matter how simple it was looked good. Purified and clean, much better than the untreated water back home I take a drink.

[Dark.]

Name: Cole
District: 12
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Health: 100%
Location: Training Centre
Allies: Jeremy, District 4

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole felt the tension as soon as the District One male entered the room, let alone sat down at the table. His arrogance, cockiness and, even at this early stage, obvious lack of humanity, were traits Cole would associate with a murderer. Someone who should and would die.
Cole had long since slowed with his eating, but the arrival of the careers to the table killed his appetite entirely. He shoved the plate away from him roughly with the palm of his hand before leaning on the table with his elbows; linking his hands together to stop his fists from balling up. He didn't move away from the Career whom had obnoxiously disrupted his discussion with Jeremy, even though every fibre of his body was telling him to walk away now. He remembered what Haymitch had said in his constant drunken slur, 'Just go in there and keep your head down, keep out of trouble, practice new skills and for Christ's sake don't make any enemies.' Those words seemed very distant right now.
Cole jaw tensed as the Career spoke. Without meaning to, a few of his knuckles cracked, due to how tightly he was pressing his hands together. That snapped him out of it, forcing Cole to relax. He was determined not to show the career the actual magnitude of how much he affected him. He would save him the satisfaction. Instead he loosened his whole body and stared at the table, his grey eyes still emotionless. He had become acutely aware of the other Career girl arriving at the table. This was not what he had planned. He wanted to be mingling with the lower Tributes now; not sat here with the Careers he hated, possibly getting targeted by other tributes merely for sitting with them.
Cole took an intake of breath before saying sourly, "What makes you so certain I'm going to lose."

[ButterflyRose]

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

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail shook her head at the table started to form around the boy from her district and the twelve boy, Cole. Cole looked as though he should be with us... Being well built and all. She settled into a seat accost from Jeramy. She arched a plucked eye brow at him as if asking, How did this happen? Then her eyes flicked over to the district one boy, Zayden as he sat down. He looked like he owned the place. Also his comment. 'My careers...' It disgusted her. But she didn't want to tell him that she was just collecting info and that she had no intention of having a death wish with these people-Twelve to be more specific. "Just making some new friends" Abi replied icily.

[leiah2]

Name: Jeremy
Age: 16
Allies: Cole, District 12
District: District 4
Health: 100%
Mood: Angry

''Come Cole, we'll find a new table'' Jeremy hissed under his teeth with a cold glare at Zayden and adding ''And what do you mean by 'my careers'? For the first of all, i'm not a careere and second, you don't own me''. He stood up taking his plate waiting for Cole, he was nearly voiling of anger. Here, Zayden came in and just thought he could claim the place? He remembered his mentor had said not to mke enemies with the careers but it was nearly impossible when they were so cocky and ignorant.

[leiah2]

(Did i write something?)

[lucee]

[ charmeine's totally popular right now o.o ]

[leiah2]

(Sorry, better now?)

[leiah2]

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[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; Male.
ＡＧＥ ;; Eighteen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; Bugged; Entertained.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;;District 1.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; The Careers.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; N/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; N/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; N/a.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; N/a.

zαydeɴ тoвιαѕ jαyтнorɴe


The sound of the District Twelve boy's voice made Zayden smile. He could hear the venom in his words, not to mention see and feel how uncomfortable he was with him around. That was good. It shows how much control he had over the boy- whether Twelve realized it or not. His hard brown gaze, now slightly enlightened by humor, was swept Cole's way. His broad shoulders rolled back as he looked him up and down before locking eyes with his. "Because I'm here, stupid." He chuckled cockily, looking forward to seeing the boy squirm in tension. "Ah, besides. Twelve is such a low District I'm pretty sure everyone's forgotten about you. Ya'll are just a bunch of losers. Can you tell me the last time anyone from your district actually won the Hunger Games? Hmm?" Without breaking his stare-down with Cole, Zayden picked up a sliver of meat from his plate and popped it in his mouth. His demeanor was so relaxed and confident compared to the boy's in front of him. Zay really thought knew he had this in the bag.
Zayden grit his teeth and let hot angry air escape through his nostrils before turning to face Jeremy with a sudden changed, intrigued looking face. "Fours going back on our Pack agreement, now are they?" Zayden was careful not to let how vexed he was about the Tribute's decision show. He cocked an eyebrow. "You do realize what your doing here can't be taken back? And that how long you live in the arena will shorten dramatically?" He couldn't believe this. Now he was going to have to get some dumb lower district Tributes to join the pack to make up for Fours stinginess. He rolled his eyes. Great.

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

cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ


Cindara dropped her fork as she glanced over to the table next to her. A fight was brewing, she could feel that for sure. The tension could be felt from the moment the District One boy walked in the room. She studied the Tributes warily. There was the pair from Four, who apparently were breaking away from the Career pack. The big macho-looking boy from District One, who appeared to think he owned the place. Then there was the Twelve boy. As Cinder got a look at him, her curiosity meter sprang up. He seemed agitated by the bigger Career, and the fact he had the audacity to talk back to One made her nod to him in props. She ran her fingers through her hair. Maybe he'd make a good ally. He certainly had the guts, but what about the skill? His muscular build sure did make it seem like he had'em. But looks can be deceiving, as Cinder recalled about the smaller girl she had run into earlier. Or rather, who ran into her. She propped her elbow on the cold metal table and rested her chin on her palm, observing the events that were unfolding.

[ButterflyRose]

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

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail tried to keep calm, relaxed back in her chair. She couldn't decide if she liked being left out of the conversation or not. She simply sat back and ate her stew. When Jeramy and gotten up to leave- now was the time to choose. Stay with the careers, the obvious choice. Or take a chance with the twelve boy. A snort escaped her lips and she shook her head. "You go right on ahead with the twelve boy, if thats your death wish." The words were directed at the boy from her district, with a flick of her gaze to Cole.