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

[charmey]

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

zαydeɴ тoвιαѕ jαyтнorɴe


Zayden was the first back in the Training Room. Since he had already messed around with the swords a good while, he made his way to the knife station. The shining silver almost cut his hand as he grabbed a set of five roughly and carelessly, but using these weapons for so many years has had made Zayden's hands rough and firm. It would take a serious slash to make them bleed.
He took his time walking to where the dummies stood. A chorus of cracks from his neck echoed through the room, followed by the sound of blade slicing through hard foam. His first knife sliced through the target's neck, then the torso, then the head. He went on like that for awhile before growing extremely bored with the function. He glanced around for something more... desirable.
The first thing his eyes caught hold of was Charmeine. A small smile played across his lips as he scanned the dark brunette's form for a second time. Yeah, she was hot. And the tight body suits they were forced to wear defiantly helped her case. His eyes flickered away after a moment, turning attention to a rack of spears. The warped, psychotic side of Zayden jumped with joy at the sight- sending the boy walking toward the long weapons.

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

cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ


Cindara mentally sighed in relief when Cole didn't seem so vexed to see her. That was good, something most other Tributes seem to lack. She didn't blame them though. It was the Hunger Games after all. They weren't here to make friends. They were here to kill each other.
The blonde pushed the thoughts away. Its not like I care. Making friends was never something Cinder was good at, so something about the whole hating-one-another ordeal made her a little more comfortable. It was just the whole making allies that got her a little shaken up. Allies equal longer life in the arena, so if she planned on going home, she would have to play nice for the time being. Even though almost every one of these psychotic kids made her want to spit in disgust.
Cinder couldn't help but muster a short laugh at Twelve's sarcasm. "Oh, don't think your so special." She smirked. "Everyone who's not a Career is on that guy's hit list. Even the other Careers. The only difference between you and me in his eyes is that your the one he wants to kill first."

[ButterflyRose]

Name: Abigail Elisabeth Morgan
Nicknames: Abi or Abs
Gender: Female.
Age: Sixteen.
Mood: Irritated, On edge.
District: District four.
Allies: The Career Pack.
Injuries:None.
Items: None.

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail's anger rose up at the one boy. It sounded as if she was part of 'his' pack. Well he couldn't be more wrong. Sure she had been part of the pack ever sense the beginning, but it didn't seem like she was, Abi's first actual words to any one of her allies. Well, There hadn't been any. She had just been talking to Jeramy, then the though rammed into her head like a ton of bricks. What if they didn't think she was capable of being in the pack. Abi's appetite suddenly dropped and she left her tray and walked out the door, back into the training room. Now what should she do? If she is going to try to prove herself, she would have to drop her act. Though dropping her act would result in scolding from her mentor. So what? If she was going to be a career-she should act like it. Her specialty was tridents, but she knew that she should try out some new things. Knives shouldn't be that different. She went over to the knife station, only to be disappointed that the one boy was there. Abs picked up a shiny and lethal looking one, and gave it a shot. It landed just shy of the bulls eye. Her next few were right around the same area. Once she got into her groove, it was bulls eye after bulls eye.

[Dark.]

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

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole gave a short frown, and stood up upon hearing the intercom. What she said was true of course. He just kept forgetting that they were a bunch of nobodies, locked into a ferocious battle of kill or die; and in this case, the odds were not entirely stacked in anyone's favor. He gave Cinder a dismissive nod before beginning to walk in the direction of the training arena, "Better get back to training." he stated over his shoulder.
When he walked into the room he could see a few stations being used. The Careers seemed to have shot straight for the knives. He internally groaned at how substantially better they were than him.
He cast a longing glance over at the swords. Granted, it was an unusual choice of weapon for someone of District Twelve, but he liked it. Normally the bow would be preferred by Twelve tributes; if any weapon was preferred at all. Cole smiled thinking back, he'd never been good with a bow. When firing at a stationary target, he could normally get a body shot, but when the target was moving; he had little to no chance.
From his second hunt onwards, he had began to use hunting knives and one solitary sword he managed to get in the most secretive part of the Hub. Cole developed a hunting style which included both stealth and camouflage. When he wasn't using snares or traps and was targeting a bigger prey, he would creep up on them; either lying in wait behind the bushes or watching from the trees before dropping down onto the prey or wrestling it. At first, his kills looked like a pincushion; butchered with multiple stab wounds and covered in blood. However, as time went on, he learnt a simple dagger to the throbbing corrated artery would do the trick. It was a hit and missed method, and he didn't always bring food to the table; but he did learn practical skills in swordsmanship.
With these thoughts in his head, Cole dubiously began to make his way to the sword station.

[bonjour.]

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

Pushing back his chair with the a faint scraping noise, Josh rose from his sitting position, turning on his heel and leaving the mess hall for the training center without a word. But, beneath this silent facade was a whole different story. Turmoil rolled around him like tumbleweeds. But, on the outside, he was a blank slate, blue eyes flat and free of emotion, body language relaxed, but in a state that told people to not come near him. As soon as he was in the training center, his gaze traveled around the room, moving to another weapon, this one being an axe. Closing his fingers around the handle of one, he swung at a body target, digging it deep into the chest area with a clean swipe. The weapon could be much like a scythe, used out in the fields.

[charmey]

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

cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ


Cinder glanced up at the Capitol man's voice blaring over the intercom, ordering the Tributes back to training. She frowned. She haden't gotten to eat much at all. Then again, the knowing that all of these kids were going to be sent in a cage to murder each other in a few days didn't really spike a person's appatite. Hearing his farewell, her eyes fell down on Cole. Her frown thickened. She had not even come close to bringing up the idea of an alliance with him. She pushed herself up from her seat and walked briskly out into the training area. Don't worry. You don't need him. She tried to comfert herself with the lies, but being to smart for that, Cinder knew lying to herself never helped. In the back of her head lyed something Cinder would never admit. Which was the hope that Cole would come up to her later on with an alliance proposal.
Once she was out of the mess hall she went straight for the axes. Finally. The corners of her mouth twitched up in a smile as she ran her hand over one of the larger silver ax's in awe. It seemed like forever since she had seen one, and this one was so well crafted. She glanced over and watched a boy chuck the blade without a second thought. Her expressionless look twisted into a scowl. The Tribute had no respect for the weapon. Her hand tightened around the axe handle. Only someone from her district could really appreciate it the way she did. With a quick motion she had the weapon in her grasp and was standing in front of a practice dummy. Taking a deep breath, she bobbed the at least ten pound ax a little in her hand. She let the air escape swiftly and soundlessly through her lips as she raised her arms up and swung with great force. Her teeth grit as the momentum of the weapon, added to her own strength, sliced through the dummy's neck and she got to work dicing it up.

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

zαydeɴ тoвιαѕ jαyтнorɴe


Zayden walked over to the spears, bored. He needed some action. He picked up one of the spears and threw it up and down a little. It was light. Well, light to him. It was probably more than a couple pounds, if not five. He started chucking the long weapons at the target. Almost every one hit the bullsye, and even if it didn't, it was just inches away from the tiny red dot.
He muscular boy sighed after a little while of throwing the spears. His eyes swept over the training room. There wasn't really anything else for him to do that involved weapons. Now there was the survival stations, but they may as well have been invisible to Zayden. He didn't care about making fires and camouflage. That was for people who didn't have a pack. Not to mention boring.
"Come on! Somebody give me something to do that's worth my time!" He sighed allowed to no one imparticular. Though a few of the trainers and Tributes turned and gave him dirty looks.

[bonjour.]

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

Joshua felt the glare of another Tribute just as he pulled the axe back out of the severed training dummy, turning his head to look at the person. The girl was scowling at him, before cleanly slicing the head off of her dummy. Almost as though trying to show him up. Screw all of this. Was the thought that replayed over and over in his head, resisting the urge to hurl the axe across the room. His sharp blue gaze, now hinting on a bit of annoyance landed back on the spear station, a Career there, tossing the thin metal weapons one after the other. Never mind. Maybe he could throw a few things harmlessly over where the weighted balls were, before he got dangerous.

[Dark.]

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

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole chose his weapon of choice before he even reached the table. A short sword, bulky at the hilt; but quickly channelling down to a lethal point. He glanced around. Almost every district besides the Careers had a weapon of choice; one that they used everyday. He watched Seven wield the axe. You could unquestionably tell that lumber was her District. He made a mental note at just how expertly she wielded the weapon. He may have to approach her before the games. Him and Jeremy could do with another player.
His attentions drew back to his previous thought. Every district tended to have a weapon; one that was almost expected. What did District 12 use? Pick axes. How many times had Cole witnessed them in the Games? None. Therefore, technically, in his mind at least, a District 12 tribute had the potential to be skilled in any weapon and the other tributes would not be able to guess. Logically, he deduced that this could be an advantage; especially if you didn't reveal what you were skilled in.
With that Cole ran his hand down the hilt of the blade, picking it up and wielding it like someone who had never picked up a sword before. It was an abysmal display of swordsmanship. He swung the blade around with no real purpose, chopping into the dummy at non-lethal points and never severing any limbs.

[MrsBieber13]

Melanie May Skye

District: 3
Allies: None yet
Location: Training Center (Spears section, to be exact)
Gender: Female

When Melanie reached the training center, she decided that she would start in the spears section. Timidly, she walked over towards the section and picked up a spear. As the target in front of her began to move around, Melanie held the spear in her right hand, up by her ear. Then, when her eyes were properly on the head target, she took two steps forward and thrusted the long spear forward. It whizzed through the air, then with a thud, it hit the head target, but not in the bullseye. Instead, she got it three lines away from it the the small read dot. Shrugging, she picked up another and started her process over again. This time, she was very close to the bullseye. As Melanie turned to pick up another spear, she looked around at all the other tributes. They all looked menacing, yet they also looked like a fun little challenge for Melanie. Blowing a strand out of her hair, she looked a second time at all these tributes. Maybe one of them would like her for an ally. Or two. Melanie didn't really care, she just really wanted an ally. Melanie thrusted her third spear into the air and it hit the center of the torso target.

[charmey]

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

cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ


Hot breaths burned Cinder's throat when she finally ordered her body to stop. She let her arm fall to her side. The ax just barely missed touching the floor. She was careful not to completely dice the dummy up, but there were slivers of it peeling off from the main foam form and touching the ground.
Alright, maybe she did get a little carried away with that. And yes, perhaps she did show off a little. But she was an absolute prodigy with an ax. It was hardly impossible for her to hold it back. Besides, that's what allies want right? She tried to think optimistically, which was completely uncharacteristic of Cinder. Someone who's strong and won't hold back for a kill. Part of her wanted to glance around to see if anyone had seen her in action, but she bit back the action. That would make her look desperate.
Instead she hung the big ax back on the rack and snagged a few smaller hatchet. Using the precision of a cat, she hurled them forward at the target.

[lucee]

ωнɛи ƨнɛ ωαƨ ʝʋƨт ɢιяℓ …

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

Charmeine had made her way back to the sword station as she had returned to the training center, making sure to toss her hair and make as much noise as possible in the process. She needed to start showing off her skill to the gamemakers to get her as high a training score as possible so she could get more sponsors, therefore getting more weapons and nice things, therefor winning the games and settling back into a life of luxury. Now that her two original targets were more interested in each other than her (which was a shame, really) she was going to have to speed up her plan and have fun later, in the games when she could play both hands of the cards and get them even more pitted against each other than they already were.
The knife Cole had originally thrown still lay discarded on the floor and Shay picked it up, letting the light gleam hungrily across the sharp blade for a second, then threw it at a dummy on the other side of the room. The knife struck a little higher than planned: the head, to be exact, but it was a killing blow all the same and getting that from so far away had to earn her some attention from the gamemakers.
Shay turned back to the dummy and selected a double-edged sword from the weapons rack, holding it out in front of her before she spun away from the target, blades flashing a silver hurricane as she whirled back to the target and lodged one edge of the blade into the dummy's gut. The other blade stuck out, snagging the material just below her chest a little before she pulled the sword out again and repeated the twirling attack; a ballerina with her ribbon of steel.