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

[leiah2]

(Im sorry i have'nt posted in a while, i have been in Berlin on holiday and have not had any access to a computer so now Im home in Sweden but i have 4-5 hours left before im home, now im on my mobile so i can't post semi lit right now, will post tommorrow )

[Dande-lee]

((Same with me, I haven't been able to post because my computer hasn't been working sorry))

[leiah2]

At the sight of Zayden showing off with his spears, Jeremy felt his temper rise again. He was getting seriously tired of the careers and thought that now he'd show them something to be afraid off since they thought of themselves as invincible. He quickly made his way towards the bows and chose a silver bow that was quite big. The he grabbed a dozzen arrows, put them in a quiver and raised the first arrow to his bow. Jeremy blowed some hair from his eyes before firing the arrow away, it hit nearly excactly on the red dot. He fired of thw rest at a bery quick pace, all of them hitting near the red dot that was inthe middle of the chest.

[charmey]

{ So when do you think we'll commence with the Games? I'm kind of running low on training muse. ^^" }

[ButterflyRose]

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

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail was relieved when they called for them to return to their rooms. She set the knife down and weaved her way through the exiting tributes. The elevator was pack, so she was happy when the little light told her that it was on floor four, Abi pushed her way to the front and stepped off. Her first thought was food. There was no kitchen, but in side of her room wall there was a little intercom-type thing with loads of buttons. Abs pressed on one then spoke her order into it. Moments later an Avox came into her room with a shepherds pie and some cheese roles. She dismissed the Avox and went out into the conjoined living space that she shared with the male tribute from her district. The colorful couch looked comfy and Abi plopped down onto it. Her snack was nice and warm, seceding in filing her belie.

[leiah2]

Jeremy ''Jer'' Fletcher

Jeremy made his way to the district four floor quickly, he was still a little angry but he had been calmed down by his archery. On his room his mento already waited for him and Jeremy got a good degree of scolding for revealing his best weapon when he was shooting with his bow. But atleast he had not revealed that he was a very wuick runner and his menttor explained to him that he would be forced to sprint into the middle off the cornucopia to get the bow if he did not want to be the first one to die. After his mentor had left his room Jeremy cleaned himself off quickly before getting out into the conjoined living space where he saw Abigail. ''Havin' it good with the careers?'' He asked his district counterpart sarcastically.

[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; female
ＡＧＥ ;; seventeen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; anxious.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;;district seven.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; n/a.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; n/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; n/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; n/a.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; n/a.

♋ cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ ♋


Cinder glanced up and stopped hurling hatchets when a man's voice echoed over the intercom. Back to your designated floors. A wave of relief washed over her, but not without being followed by a dark shadow of realization. Tomorrow would mark the 73rd annual Hunger Games. Twenty-three children would be brutally slaughtered over the next few days. The blonde Tribute's head began to spin with images of gutted corpses. And the possibility that she may be one of them made her cringe. No. She grit her teeth, and almost instantly the spinning in her head ceased. I will not be dying any time soon. She declared silently as she hung the miniature axes back on their hooks. Her hand lingered on one of their smooth silver handles for a moment. The last ax she will ever feel again until tomorrow. But even then there is nothing set in stone saying that she will even manage to get an ax from the Cornucopia.
Her steps were a little bit hesitant as she made her way to the elevator. Though at some point she had to step into the machine. She reached her hand out to press the number seven button beside the door.

{ Anyone care to meet up with Cinder with some last minute alliance/friendly talk? }

[Dark.]

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

Cole Crowe
District 12 | Male

Cole placed the sword on the rack as the intercom sounded, glancing at his dummy. It was barely shredded; in fact, if if was a real person they may very well still be alive. He smiled slightly before turning to make his way to the elevator, but caught a glance of Cinder.
Cole quickened his pace to catch up with the tribute, only slowly to meet her pace when he was a few paces behind her. "Nice throwing skills." he commented, before mentally scolding himself. He may aswell just cut the small talk and get straight to the point, "Me and Jeremy have a small alliance starting - you want in?" He lowered his voice ever so slightly, so that the Careers didn't hear.

[bonjour.]

-Joshua Conners.
-Eleventh Floor Room.
-Tagged;; no one.
-Eighteen
-Unharmed.
-District Eleven.

Hearing the announcer's voice boom through the speakers, Josh hung the weapon he had been using back on the rack in belonged too, before making his way out with the rest of the tributes. He walked in complete silence, sliding into the elevator and pushing the 11. As the bell rung to signal he had arrived at his floor, he exited the moving metal container, entering the room they lived in, sweeping over it with his blue eyes. They scanned over the living room, dining area, and his mentor. Instead, his steps veered to the right, slamming his bedroom door behind him, waiting to be byhimself. Fawn could use the time to talk to their mentor.

[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; female
ＡＧＥ ;; seventeen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; anxious.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;;district seven.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; n/a.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; n/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; n/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; n/a.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; n/a.

♋ cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ ♋


Cinder glanced up when Cole slipped in the elevator just as the metal doors closed. Twelve. She identified the boy immediately, as she had meant to talk to him about an alliance earlier on in the day. Realizing this might be her last safe chance, something inside her urged the blonde Tribute to say something. She pursed her lips, but not before Cole spoke up. A warm feeling of pride swelled up in her chest as he commented on her skills. She knew they were pretty good, but hearing it from a competitor made all the difference in her confidence. The corners of her mouth even twitched up in a small smile.
Cindara raised an intrigued eyebrow when the boy mentioned what was really on his mind. He took the words right out of her mouth. This is what her mentor's been praying for. What she's been praying for.
She was careful to play off her relief and excitement about the proposition. "You and the boy from four, hm?" She spoke her thoughts out loud, nonchalantly glancing toward the ground. When she looked back up at Cole, she was smiling. Not a huge smile. Cinder didn't even think she remembered how to make one so big. No, it was more of a small smirk. "I'm in." She gave Cole a curt nod. "Got any idea of a plan yet?"