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

[lucee]

Training had come and gone in the blink of an eye and Charmeine could only hope that the limited skills she had shown off to the gamemakers after lunch had been enough. The training score wasn't too much to stress about, but she wanted the highest possible number next to her face for the sponsors to praise and the tributes to fear. Yes, finding out the scores was going to be interesting.
She sat back in her chair and gazed aimlessly at the ceiling, fiddling with a lock of chestnut hair as she did so. Her thoughts strayed momentarily homeward, but she quickly drew them back and glared at the ceiling as if it were it's own fault for making her think of such a thing. Home was in the past (and in the future, hopefully, after she won the games) and she needed to think of the present and nothing but. The strands of hair slipped through her fingers, fluttering down to lay on her shoulder.
Usually Shay wouldn't have bothered with dinner, but she knew the Avox assigned to making sure she was still alive for the games would come and sign for her to come, so she eased her way out of her plush chair and made her way towards the dining room.

[leiah2]

(Maybe to the scoring? I'm really excited to see )

[sapiosexual]

Here, on phone )

[leiah2]

(Could you atleast post the scores? )

[leiah2]

(Yeah probably )

[bonjour.]

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

Josh stood still in the tube that would bring him up into the arena. Taking a deep breath, his eyes opened as soon as he was into the arena, standing on his metal plate. His blue gaze studied everything around the arena. The countdown slipped away from him, and suddenly the gong sounded. As though he was being controlled by aliens, he was suddenly off his plate and sprinting right into the dangerous bloodbath. Inside the cornucopia. His hand was suddenly around a spear, and ready to fight the people that were about to come for him, seeing a large pack near his foot, but not wanting to loose focus to grab it.

[leiah2]

Jeremy closed his eyes as the voice said ten..Nine..Eight..Seven..Six..Five. Now he opened them again and got ready to sprint. as the gong wrung he sprinted of all his speed into the middle of the cornucopia grabbing a small backpack and got hold of the well balanced bow with the 12 arrows. He continued across not stopping until he saw the forcefield and stopped right in front of it, was this some kind of joke! Was all Jeremy could thik of but quickly gathered himself and raised his bow and placed an arrow on it, looking around to see who to kill.

Mike rushed against the cornucopia trying to get hold of a spear in there. After a fall he finally got hold of one and stood up all muddy and his eyes all wild. Then he understood it was'nt a good idea to standing there in the middle so he started trying to make it out of there. He was shocked to see the forcefield and turned around looking for an easy kill.

(Anyone is free to kill Mike if they want to)

[leiah2]

(Oh, sorry DX) i will change it!)

[leiah2]

(Edited now)

[Dark.]

Name: Cole
District: 12
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Health: 100%
Location: Cornucopia
Allies: Jeremy, District 4
Cindera, District 7

Cole Crowe
District Twelve | Male

Cole was ready. Every muscle, every fibre, of his body tense. He forced himself to block out everyone else and zoned in on the Cornucopia. He was acutely aware of the ticking of the timer. All he had to do was grab a pack from the outer ring and run, run into the forest. Then he noticed it. The force field. His heart sank as he scanned the ugly dome that enveloped them; penning them into the vicinity of the Cornucopia. Trapping them in a massive bloodbath. He'd seen what these force fields did; it was not a good idea to make contact.
In the last second, his whole plan changed. Primitive survival mode kicked in. The beep sounded and he ran, oblivious to the tributes around him. He could be surprisingly fast when needed.
He carried on straight, slowing slightly to pick up a set of throwing knives from the middle ring. Almost blindly he carried on; upping his speed. He had no intention to kill anyone; just survive. As he reached the edge of the inner cornucopia, he skidded to a halt; windmilling his arms as he almost lost his footing. Haphazardly, he snatched the hilt of a silver sword from a table. Cole then doubled back. Momentarily he was stunned; people charging around him. Then he made a split second decision. He turned, leaping up the side of the cornucopia itself, the grips on his boots adding some traction as he scaled the slippery surface. He kept his body flat as he shimmied over to the horn of the cornucopia; standing up and flattening himself against it.
As he surveyed the oncoming carnage below; he set the sword at his feet; keeping a heel on it to stop it from sliding. He then separated one of the knives and brandished it; ready to aim at those who tried to remove him from his perch.