Nowhere To Run (Hunger Games RP) Semi-Lit

[Geronimo.]

Kat woke from the ruggeredy bed in the small cottage she lived in. It wasn't her cottage, but the owners were one of the gang of theives she worked with, so she was allowed to stay. She was the theives only Career tribute after all, and the only one who acctually worked. Sometimes. And legally.

She stood, pushing up on the bed, and strode towards the tub. One of them had put some water on the fire for her, and as she poured it into the tub. As she stripped and got in to the warm water, Kat felt the ability to think returning to her. Today is the day. The day of the reaping. The day of the Games. The day of choosing... I have to get chosen this year. Mam'll be watching in the Capitol during her holiday, hoping for me to get picked. The honour...Its Death or Glory, the lure of the games, a deadly challenge. One I want to face. Its my turn. It has to be...

After washing, and the water being nearly black by the end, Kat dressed. A simple dark blue long top and white trousers. In the light, hiden Saphires and Diamonds glittered. A good find. The Capitol's garbage is nice... she reflected, looking in the dirty mirror. And now, time for the reaping.

Kat was in the line of 14 year-old girls. Some were flowers, crying for their moms. Others were more like her, Careers. She'd entered her name as many times as she could, so the rest was up to fate.

District 1's escort, a tall woman with dark blue hair and snake tattoos, named Selena Trinitro, sneered down over the tributes. ""Welcome to the 76th Hunger Games, District 1. I am Selena Trinitro, your escort to the games." She paused for a moment. "Now, there's an...interesting twist to this years games.."

Another pause. A twist? This'll be fun.. was one of the epmty thoughts going around Kat's brain.

"No one can volunteer to take the place of someone else. And, for the 76th Hunger Games, 4 tributes will be chosen!" called out the escort, a preditors grin on her face.

A cheer came out, a war cry. "DEATH, OR GLORY OF THE GAMES!" cried some of the Careers. Kat joined in, chanting with the people she had trained with. Stamping her feet with exitement, and roaring with the rest. But silence fell. Selena's manicured hands were reaching for the pot of names.

"KAT SHADOW!" came the cry, and the Careers cheered, cursing in wispers, waiting for the second name. Kat strode up to the stage, full of happyness and thoughtfullness. Time to watch for the next one. Analyse them. Remember them. They will be your enemy soon enough...And there can only be one winner...

((Made that up, compleatly new.))

[~Demonic~]

"Listen, Amber." her father told her quietly. "Just try your best. There is nothing more I can ask for. You were brave to volunteer for the reaping, and I am honoured to be your father." He said it in such a formal way, that Amber wondered if he would say "thank you" at the end of this speech and bow. Apparently, he did not. "I know, Dad." Amber said. "I'll make you proud."

Sam watched them do their little last meeting together. He accepted this last act, however weak it looked. You hugged your parents as well. Just before they whisked you away to the Games. He winced as he remembered the horrible ordeal he had suffered in the arena. Sam looked back to see Tanya Heart read out another name. She gave him the creeps, with her bright purple hair and olive-green skin, she looked like a mutant, designed by the Capitol. She is in a way, the Capitol controls everything. Even fashion. He shook his head at the ridiculous things that occur in the Capitol's minds. What on Earth makes them dye their hair mulit-coloured, and turn their skin green?! And the accessories...urgh.

"Some mentor you are." a voice suddenly piped up from behind Sam, and he spun around to see Amber, arms crossed and foot tapping. "Daydreaming?" she grinned. Sam gave her an evil glare and nudged her to the carriage.
"Into your carriage. We're leaving in 5 minutes." he scowled, but failed to hide a smile in his face. He quickly hid it. Humour has no place in the Games. Only survival.

Amber gritted her teeth and took the final (and this really was the final) glance at her parents. Sam jumped in straight before the doors close. Huh, some carriage. she thought as she looked around. The wallpaper is absolutely terrible.

[Gatanitazul]

Isabelle looked around and asked "Where is dad?"

Her brother only shrugged and said "After that Capitol girl called your name, he disappeared...."

"He isn't coming, is he." Isabelle choked on her own words, repressing the tears.

Her brother looked up at her doubtfully, shrugging and closing his eyes "I just hope they let you keep your necklace, and diary... For a district token..."

The door creaked open, and Isabelle's spirits lifted, hoping to see her father in the doorway. She didn't. Only a peacekeeper, coming to drag her only brother away. He got up willingly and walked out, scowling at the peacekeeper the whole time. The peacekeeper shoved him in the back, and then the door closed.

Isabelle ran to the door, finally letting out all of the tears that she had held in to look strong. Suddenly, the door opened again, hitting her. She stumbled backwards and looked up at the warm face of a girl in her 20s, and behind her, the hard face of a man in his 30s.

The girl smiled and asked "Are you alright?"

"Of course she isn't. And she never will be. Why are we wasting our time with this shrimp? We should just let her waste away in the arena." The man snapped.

Isabelle bared her teeth in return and growled "You wouldn't."

The man smirked and said "We have to go now. You'll meet the other tributes when we get to the train."

The girl smiled and said "If I survived, you can survive."

The man rolled his eyes, and exited the room. The girl and Isabelle followed quickly, but just as they left the room, they bumped into Lola Baxtor, shining in all of her Capitol garb. She grinned, her teeth too white, and her smile too perfect. The perfect Capitol doll. She wore a simple tight, short navy blue dress, and a white tank top. Her panty-hose were shiny and gold, and she wore a huge ruby ring. Her bracelets jangled with every bounce and step, and she wore a gold scarf. But the hair. Oh, the hair.

Rainbow.

Isabelle just about threw up on the lady when she saw her, but she held it in with a scowl. She pushed past the lady, out of the building, seeing her male mentor standing beside a carriage. Isabelle climbed in and asked "Wait, aren't you guys coming with me?"

"We can't... We have other tributes that we have to greet, and I'm sure you'll do fine on your own." The girl said "By the way, I am Kristina Laman, and he is Dimitri Long. We are your mentors."

Those were the last words she heard before the carriage took off.

[~Demonic~]

Suddenly, the carriage jolted, and sped along the track at lightening speed. Amber yelped and crashed to the disgusting wallpaper, wrinkling it. "You've got to be more prepared than that." Sam tut-tutted while sitting calmly on a chair behind the dining table. "Whatever." Amber muttered and pulled herself up. She happened to glance past the window, and saw the landscape, blurring together. "Dinner at 6pm." Sam announced as an attendant exited the carriage.
"Let me guess, pig stuffed with chicken, stuffed with rodents, stuffed with dumplings, stuffed with meatballs, stuffed with cream." Amber smirked. Sam gave her a warning look and stood up.
"You do not know how challenging the Games will be. It will take all your skills and endurance to win it." he hissed.
"Who said I was going to win it?" Amber replied. "Not me. Not against 44 tributes."
"Don't be so negative. I thought that as well, but, well, here I am!" Sam said. Amber shook her head and stumbled out. "Your bedroom is a the left, then turn right and walk until you see the last room." a voice said cheerfully. Amber's eyes widened with horror as she realised Tanya was standing slap-bang right in front of her, her face a mask of grotesque happiness. "Err..thanks." she stuttured and edged away.

Sam fingered his flawless skin and sighed. The Capitol had removed all scars from his body and enhanced his sight and hearing. He didn't want anything to do with them afterwards. He didn't like them. And neither did they. Sam wondered if Amber could be saved from certain death. He had become fond of her sense of humour. But that would mean rebelling against the Capitol. And last year... He shuddered. District 12 is now gone. All because of those two stupid children. Stupid, stupid.

[Gatanitazul]

Isabelle went to her room in the train, feeling so lonely. I guess they wanted to separate the tributes after what had happened between Katniss and Peeta... Isabelle climbed into her bed and yawned, pulling the covers over her.

....

Suddenly, Isabelle awoke with a jolt, as the train came to a halt. An attendant had come into the room, and informed her of the situation "Something... Something happened to the train tracks ahead. We're going to have to switch trains, so you'll be with your mentors." The girl looked disappointed, but she led Isabelle off of the train, and onto a platform. They boarded the train that was stopped on the other side. Its as if they knew that this was going to happen... Isabelle thought suspiciously, eying the attendant and boarding the other train. She could see that both of the mentors and the escort were on this train. But... Why did they want to separate me? Behind her, she could see another girl following, she frowned when she saw that it was another tribute. (It is just the other girl tribute of District 7 that isn't RPed yet)

Isabelle boarded the train, thinking They didn't want to separate me... They wanted to separate the boys from the girls...

Isabelle could see that the mentors were stiff and rigid. They don't want me here....

"So.... I guess there are problems with the train tracks?" Kristina said.

"Yeah.... I wonder if there are problems with all the other districts train tracks..." Isabelle wondered.

(It depends on what everyone wants. I want all of the members of this RP to Pm me with their mentor/escorts names, and also train arrangements.)

[Wolf_Fang_13]

((If you want, I can make a couple more not important characters that could die later. Though I have already made two characters))

(Okay, sure)

((K, thanks. Their forms are kind of short because they aren't that important and are going to die later anyway. We also need A LOT more characters))

Character
Name: Ivan Ivanskova (Just to add a little drama if that's ok)
District: 9
Gender: Male
Age: 12

Looks
Race/Ethnicity: Russian
Hair colour: Short strawberry blond that always looks like he just rolled out of bed.
Eye colour: The same light blue-gray as his older sister
Skin colour: Very pale. Almost sickly
Scars and Birthmarks: None
Height: 5' 7"
Accent: A faint Russian one

General
Weapon Of Choice: A bow and arrow
Personality: Ivan, like his sister, can be a trouble maker. He loves to play pranks on others but never really means any harm. He is also very sympathetic of those who are injured. From his disease Ivan knows how hard it is to be injured or disabled and sympathies those people. He is also the kind of person that will not hurt a fly. At least not willingly.
Likes:
- His older sister, Anya
- Play pranks
- Climbing trees (even though he is not allowed to)
Dislikes:
- The Capital and all the people there
- His Hemophilia
- The Hunger Games
Strengths:
- Running
- Dodging attacks (he is swift on his feet)
Weaknesses:
- His Hemophilia
- Is very bad at close combat
Greatest Fear: To bleed to death
History: Pretty much like Anya's. He has hemophilia, but it is a secret. His parents kept it a secret to stop people from treating him any different and so he could live a somewhat normal life. Though because of this his parents limited everything he was allowed to do. For example, he was not allowed to play with other boys or go climb trees with his sister. His older sister, Anya, is his closest friend and now that he is put in the Games against her he does not know what to do.
Habits: He covers his face with his hands whenever he gets upset or frightened.
Other: His district token is a gold sun pendant that fits into place with Anya's moon one like a puzzle.
Jabberjays may rule the world someday....

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Character
Name: Jason O'Brien
District: 7
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Looks
Race/Ethnicity: Irish
Hair colour: Bright red and almost shoulder length giving him a shaggy kind of look
Eye colour: Jade green
Skin colour: Neither pale nor tan. Somewhere in between
Scars and Birthmarks: Has freckles all over his face
Height: 6' 5"
Accent: A faint Irish one

General
Weapon Of Choice: An axe or hatchet
Personality: Jason is very laid-back and could care less about anything. He never really knows when to be serious and can be kind of lazy at some points. But he is also very intelligent and prefers to use his brain over his body. Yet he uses his genius to try to find an easy way out of doing something than to help others.
Likes:
- Thinking
- Doing nothing
- Daydreaming
Dislikes:
- Ignorant people
- Doing a lot of work
- Being yelled at
Strengths:
- Making plans
- Solving puzzles
- His aim
Weaknesses:
- Not the fastest of runners and not that strong in general
- Likes to sleep to much
- Can be very lazy
- Never really takes anything seriously
Greatest Fear: To have others depend on him
History: Jason's father died in a lumber chopping accident so he only lives with his mother. Other than that he lived a pretty normal and quiet life for someone from District 7.
Habits: Closes his eyes and blocks out all noise whenever he is thinking
Other: A jabberjay is perched outside my window.

[Gatanitazul]

(Both accepted )

[Geronimo.]

(Wolfy, can I leave you to do the mentor? I did the escort, I jsut have to wait for your charrie to be picked, then we can go on the train)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

They escorted Izzy to a room unlike anything he had ever seen. The walls were made of dark brown wood, and the furniture was all plush with no support at all. The couch looked like it might swallow him up if he sat on it, so he balanced on on of the armrests instead. Suddenly, the door burst open and something small but very powerful hit him in the chest, driving the air out of his lungs. Putting his arms around his youngest sister, he pulled her onto his laps and hugged her fiercely. His only brother, Matt, put his arms around Izzy's neck and just clung on, like a limpet to a sinking ship. Rosemary and Angela stood back for a bit, tears leaking from their eyes. When Matt let go and Julina was back on the floor, Izzy moved to the couch. Then he took his youngest sister on his knee again, Matt sitting on his left, Rosemary and Angela on his right. He began to speak, instructing them on the art of surviving. "Rosemary, Angela, yo two are the oldest. I want it seen to that Matt and Julina are fed before yourselves." Angela nodded tearfully, agreeing for both of them. "I'm not coming back, so you two will be in charge from now on." Julina began to sob, clutching at Izzy's shirt with trembling hands. "You have to come back, Izzy! You have to!" "Sweetling, I'm going up against boys twice my size and three times as powerful." Matt interjected on Julina's behalf, saying "But you're smarter then all those careers put together! You can think your way out of death- they'll just be left for crowfood." Smiling sadly, then said "I wish it was so, Matt, but you can't outsmart death." Through the conversation, Rosemary and Angela had stayed silent. Now Rosemary spoke. "Izzy, Matt and Julina will be fed and cared for. Don't worry about us- worry about coming home." Angela interrupted her- "If you die, I'll.... I'll never speak to you again! So there!" Tears began running down her cheeks, and Izzy stood to comfort her, placing Julina next to Matt on the couch. His twin sisters, though younger, were a few inches taller than he. As he neared her, Angela pulled him into a tight hug, squeezing the air out of him. "Angie- can't breath-" he gasped, feeling as though his ribs might give way. "Oh, right, sorry." said Angela, blushing and putting him down. Rosemary gave him a similar, if not so crushing, hug. The door on their left opened with nary a sound, revealing a peacekeeper dressed in capitol livery. "The train has arrived to take the tributes. Please come this way, Sir." Julina and Matt scrambled off of the couch, both of them clinging to his waist and begging him to stay. He got down on one knee and spoke to them calmly, as if he were only leaving for the night. "I'll try as hard as I can to win, Sweetling, Matty. Don't worry about me. I'll be thinking of you always." As he stood to go, Rosemary grabbed his arm. "Wait!" she said, reaching into her blouse and pulling something over her neck. "Take this with you, as your district token." It was an elegantly carved piece of flat, round wood portraying Matt, Julina, Rosemary, Angela, Izzy, and their parents. The wood was dark, but the carvings were inlaid with colored stone. "Rosie, I can't take this!" Izzy gasped, remembering when their mother had given it to Rosemary. It was for her twelfth birthday, and it had cost a fortune. Rosemary closed his hand around it, and said "I want you to have it, so you can remember. Always remember us, Izzy!" As the fancied-up peacekeeper's gloved hand closed around his other arm, he clasped his sister's hand. "I will always remember. That, Rosie, is a promise." Then he was being tugged out of the door, onto a train, and Julina burst out of the room. She ran down the tracks, screaming and crying, until Matt grabbed the back of her dress and Angela picked her up. All four of them waved wildly, tears running down their faces, until the train entered a tunnel and they were lost from view.
Lost, perhaps forever.

[~Demonic~]

Amber couldn't stay still under her bed-covers. She pulled the thick woollen blanket over her head, blocking out all noise and sight. The only thing she could hear was her rapid breathing. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the images of her parents floated aimlessly in her mind, along with Tanya's hideous hair and clothes (including her skin) and Sam's angry face, telling her she will die. All of a sudden, Amber had the urge to cry. Tears leaked out under her tightly shut eye-lids, and rolled down her face, staining the sheets. She knew it was useless to cry, but it was good to let out the emotions, just for a little while. She stifled a sob and used the blanket to wipe her tears away. She dreaded seeing tomorrow.

Tanya stretched and flopped down in her luxurious bed after having checked on the tributes. She didn't bother taking her make-up off, there was no need.. All of a sudden, the train skidded to a stop. Tanya leapt up from bed, just before the train attendants bustled outside her door. "The train has stopped!" one called out.
"Should we do it now?!" another asked.
"Shh! They can hear us!" one whispered furiously. Tanya held up a hand for silence.
"Yes, we'll do it now." she whispered. "I expect District 7 has already done this-"
"They called us and gave a green light." Sam said as he suddenly appeared behind the crowd. The attendants immediately gasped and squealed as they saw him. Some fainted. (the girls did anyway) "Then get it done!" Tanya barked, which was weird for her. They all nodded and rushed in different directions.

Amber woke up by someone pounding on her door. "Who is it?" she yawned when an attendant burst into her bedroom and started gabbling too fast for her to comprehend. "Hold it!" she screamed. The attendant froze. "Can't I have at least a little PRIVACY in here?!"
"I'm sorry, miss, but the train has stopped. We suspect it is the track's fault. You'll need to switch trains." the attendant replied meekly. Amber paled. "Fine, where to go?"
"Follow me." The attendant scurried out with Amber right behind her.

Sam shivered in the cold night air. He waited for the attendant to arrive with Amber with her. At last, she did. "Track problem." he said immediately to stop Amber asking. "Get in." he gestured to the other train. Amber scowled and hoisted herself through the high entrance. She scratched her messy hair and looked around. "Where are the other tributes?"
"Err, I don't know." Sam shrugged and looked away. "Your bedroom will be-"
"Allow me to tell her." Tanya interrupted. "It is my job after all." She pointed to a dark corridor twisting to the left. "Go along the corridor and take the stairs going up. Your bedroom is the first room you'll see." Amber nodded tiredly and slouched off.

"Good thing she was tired." Sam whispered to Tanya who exited the train.
"Yeah," she agreed. "That was easy." She left to her private train. Sam turned around and walked back to his bedroom. Meanwhile, Amber was hidden in the darkness of the corridor, and heard every word.