Nowhere To Run (Hunger Games RP) Semi-Lit

[Gatanitazul]

(Everyone is accepted!)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

((Sooo.... when do we start?))

[~Demonic~]

((please now?))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

((Yes, please now!))

[Turq8]

Character
Name: Nan Weatherall
District: 5
Gender: Female ((Sorry, it's hard for me to RP boys! I can try if we really need them though))
Age: Just turned 13

Looks
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair colour: Coppery reddish brown, if that makes any sense
Eye colour: Bright green
Skin colour: Very pale
Scars and Birthmarks: She has a few freckles on her nose, if that's what you're asking
Height: 4'11
Accent: Umm, New Englander?

General
Weapon Of Choice: Her brain! For a physical weapon though, she prefers a bow and some arrows
Personality: Nan will immediately trust almost anyone she meets, but if her trust is betrayed she may never forgive you. She is very kind, and super smart. When she is around people she knows she is pretty comfortable, but when she is with strangers she becomes very quiet. If no one else steps up, she will lead a group, but she wants to give others the chance first. She will always defend or stand up for her friends and family, and sometimes gets in trouble for it. She is embarrassed when people compliment her on her looks but when she is recognized for her intelligence she acts embarrassed, but secretly enjoys it.
Likes: Being right, people, honesty, dependability, animals, and sparkly things.
Dislikes: Violence, cheaters, and being humiliated in front of people (including being wrong).
Strengths: Her intelligence and her small size can help her escape from a lot of situations.
Weaknesses: Because of her size and her dislike of violence, she doesn't have much power, wields a weapon with difficulty, and absolutely refuses to kill or hurt anyone.
Greatest Fear: Saying something really stupid in front of all of Panem.
History: Nan grew up like every other girl in District 5- working with numbers. She competes with her friends to be at the top of the class. Her family wasn't poor, but she wasn't super rich either. She didn't have very many close friends but was well liked by most people, because she stood up for them when they were bullied, despite being teased herself about her fiery hair and petite size.
Habits: Nan bites her nails often, and sometimes when she's really thinking, she stares into space, off in her own little world.
Other: Jabberjays are the result of a FAIL moment from the Capitol. Take that! Plus, they are the father of Mockingjays, so that automatically makes them awesome. Nan's district token is a turquoise stone set on a silver chain.

[Gatanitazul]

(Okay, we can start! I'll make the first post)

Isabelle stood, frozen. She staggered forward when she was nudged by a scowling career. She shot the girl a hateful glance and turned to walk up to the stage. She pushed past more children, crossing their fingers that they wouldn't be called next. She turned her head to sweep her eyes across the crowd, trying to locate her father. She didn't see him, but she figured he was out there somewhere.

She looked back up at Lola Baxtor and ground her teeth together, holding back her angry tongue. If I say something out of line... Who knows what they'll do to my family...

Lola Baxtor only grinned down at her, motioning for her to stand slightly behind her.

Lola reached into the names, ready to pull out another tribute...

[~Demonic~]

Amber trudged towards the reaping, guiding her blind mother along with one hand, and comforting her trembling father with the other. She didn't care if it made her look like a little girl, holding her parent's hand. They can all think what they like. She stopped abruptly and squeezed her mother's hand tight. "You didn't put your name in, right?" her mother asked quietly. Amber didn't answer. It was for her family's sake, they were better fed after she submitted her name to the reaping. She glanced up and saw Tanya Heart, with her frizzy bright pink hair glinting in the light. Nobody could disguise the look of hatred on their faces, least of all Amber. She saw Tanya scramble around and then stood up, panting heavily. "Amber Xentki!" she announced and Amber's parents gripped her hands.
"I'm sorry. But we couldn't have lasted without the extra provisions." Amber said gently to her father and mother. She prized her hands away from theirs, and walked towards Tanya, head held up high and staring defiantly ahead, ignoring the sighs of relief and the stares from others.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Zoey gave her brother, Max, a quick hug before letting him get into line for the Reaping. "Good luck, Zo!" he called quietly, his eyes full of fearful, unshed tears. As Zoey got in line, some of the careers sneered at her, growling insults and laughing gruffly at each others dirty jokes and insinuations. Her dark brown skin and black hair put her apart from her lighter compatriots. Not only that, but she was girl as well. Which made her a perfect target for tricks and curses. Fools. she thought, smiling grimly. You'd think they would learn, after I broke Trenton's finger when he flashed it at me. "Welcome to the seventy-sixth hunger games!" Said district ten's disgustingly cheerful escort, Honey Smith. "All of Panem is watching and waiting, so let's get started!" She reached into the glass ball and as she fished out a name, she saw many of the eligible children and their parents bow their heads and pray it was not theirs. Zoey kept her head held high, and, she saw proudly, so did her brother. "Zoey Chandler!" called Honey, and Zoey heard a shriek from the boy's line. "No, Zoey!" Max cannoned into her and gripped her in a tight hug, tears wetting her green tunic. "It's alright, Max. It'll be okay. I promise." The peacekeepers were here now, dragging him away, and he was yelling at them. "Leave me alone! Leave her alone! Zoey! Zoey!" One of the tall, brawny men brought out a whip, and he was instantly silent. His will to survive overrode his love for her, although he still trembled and a few tears ran down his cheeks. The peacekeepers surrounded her, and she was borne away in a midst of swirling colors, sounds, and emotions.
Then it was time, the hour during which she was permitted to say her goodbyes to family and friends. Almost before the doorman finished announcing that she had sixty minutes to talk, Max nearly bowled him over as he ran to her. He didn't say anything for almost fifteen minutes, just hugged her like he was never going to let go. When he finally did, his eyes were red from crying. Zoey took the hem of her shirt and carefully wiped away the tears. "Don't worry, Max, I'll come home. I'll be back. I promise." But they both knew she wouldn't be coming back. She had no chance, against the bigger and more powerful careers. But the words sparked a flash of hope in her brother's face, so she knew she would have to try. He opened his hand, and showed her a small rose-shaped pin. It was delicately carved from a smooth piece of dark wood, and he smiled when she took it carefully from him. "It's beautiful, Max! Did you carve it yourself?" Max nodded, a small blush showing up on his dark skin. "I've been working on it for a while. It was going to be your birthday present this year, since it wasn't finished last year. I- I want you to wear it into the ring, as your district token."

[SwallowSpirit]

((Cba to do a really looong post at te mo. Will do... sometime... it would be better if i had someone to rp with... i dont really like doing realms of writing with my charries alone..))

[~Demonic~]

((I always check here everyday ^_^))

Amber felt numb. That's it. Just numb. All the sounds became blurred and foggy, they didn't register to her. She didn't notice the people staring at her, or her parents, with their pleading eyes. They became swirls of colour, all blended together. She suddenly realised she was crying. No, don't cry! Don't show any weakness! She blinked back the hot tears and pulled herself together. "Don't cry, Amber." Tanya said cheerfully, her lips stretched to tearing point in a smile. Amber didn't reply to her, she just crossed her arms and looked out into the crowd, staring boldly at the cameras. Nobody was willing to replace her. They were all rigid, not daring to do anything. "Ah well," Tanya grinned. "The Peacemakers will escort you to your carriage, now for the next girl!" A particularly nasty looking Peacemaker was jabbing her with his gun.
"Move it." he growled and Amber obeyed him. She took one last glance at her home, knowing she will never see it again.
I have no chance. None at all. There was no point in believing she will win, that will not be possible. She looked at her parent's direction, and saw them give her a timid wave. She could see her father hugging her mother tight, and comforting her. Amber felt a surge of sudden happiness as she saw her parent's brave goodbye. She began to wave back, but the Peacekeeper kicked her in the shins and made her stumble into the carriage. The door slammed shut behind her. I didn't give them a proper goodbye. she thought.