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

[charmey]

{ Oh my gosh you guys, I am SO sorry about my absence! I went on a cruise, and my internet was cut before I had the chance to edit it into my signature. I'm so sorry, but I'm here now. I'll post asap. }

[charmey]

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; female
ＡＧＥ ;; seventeen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; shocked; terrified.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;;district seven.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; jeremy- district four;
cole- district twelve.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; n/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; three daggers.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; medium-sized pack.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; blake- district six.

♋ cιɴdαrα ѕerιɴɴe croѕѕ ♋


Cinder was already half way to the cornucopia in the seconds following the beginning of the Games buzzer. Her mind was on nothing but getting out alive. Sweat flew from her face. Adrenaline blazed through her body. Heart pounding so loud that she thought it would burst. She was blinded to everything except the Cornucopia. She almost ran right past it in focus if it wasn't for the spear that grazed the back of her head. Only then was she slammed back into reality. Her panicked gaze swept over the already bloody battlefield. Tributes were going at it everywhere. She had to force her eyes downward in order to see what she was subconsciously grabbing for. A medium-sized pack was the first thing she realized she had took.
To her right, she saw a girl reaching desperately for some daggers. Cinder's anxiety flared into unexplainable rage. In a blur of speed and adrenaline, she snatched a curved blade that had been resting on one of the stone tables and tackled the girl. A brief scream escaped the brunette's throat before the blade was impaled through her neck.
The color, along with the warmth of adrenaline in Cinder's body suddenly drained. I just... A heavy lump of terror, grief, and shock formed in her stomach. Everything around her slowed into blurs. She had sworn to herself she would try her best not to kill anyone, and yet here she was, straddled over a dead girl's body with a bloody sword in her hand. And for what? A few gosh darned knives?!
Her eyes scanned over the girl's blank face. Blake. Blake Aurelia Vixen. District six. Sixteen years old. Girl. Innocent. And dead. Murdered by Cinder. Cindara Serinne Cross. District seven. Seventeen. A girl. A killer.

[ButterflyRose]

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((I do not think that it had died. The Holidays have slowed things down, yes, but once they end things will speed up again. I find that the same thing has happened to a lot of role plays c: ))

Name: Abigail Elisabeth Morgan
Nicknames: Abi or Abs
Gender: Female.
Age: Sixteen.
Mood: Fierce, Game mode, Serious.
District: District four.
Allies: The Career Pack.
Injuries:None.
Items: Medium pack, water bottle, whip, knives.

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail's anxiety was on full alert as she approtched the metal plate that would sute her into the arena with her fellow career pack members. Her stylest had done her hair up in a tight pony tail and fishtail braided the excess so that it may stay out of her face. No make-up was applied to her smooth and slightly tanned face. A series of beeps brought her attention as the glass tube closed around her. "Ten..." He count down started as she emerged into a very green and dense forest. "Nine..." The capricorn was right in front of her. "Eight..." Her fellow tributes were beside her. "Seven..." A quick blink-"Six..."- and a calming breath, this was it. "Five..." The contents of the capricorn were in sevral layers, but she had no worries of getting there. "Four..." The pack always took hold of everything inside the capricorn. "Three..." Focus, get inside the capricorn and meet up with your allies. " Two..." Here we go, her body ready to flee the plate at once. "One..."


It was like an out of body experience for Abi. Her feet were moving with lightning precision, her strides perfect and long. She flew past the first ring, only picking up a water bottle. The inside was her goal but she wouldn't make it in time. Middle ring would have to do for now. Medium-size pack would have some useful things. She shoved the water bottle in an outside pocket of the pack. Whip, it would be able to get to people whom were just out of her reach. Then a knife, to finish of the job. Abi wondered where her fellow pack members were. Didn't matter at the moment. She braced herself for her first victim.

[charmey]

{ I agree with you Butterfly. c: }



ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;; male.
ＡＧＥ ;; eighteen.
ＭＯＯＤ ;; confident, serious, excited.
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ ;;district one.
ＡＬＬＩＥＳ ;; the careers.
ＩＮＪＵＲＩＥＳ ;; n/a.
ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ;;100%.
ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ ;; n/a.
ＩＴＥＭＳ ;; thomas hawke - district nine.
ＫＩＬＬＥＤ ;; n/a.

zαydeɴ тoвιαѕ jαyтнorɴe


Zayden stood on the plate- confident, ready to bolt as the countdown commenced. His eyes scanned the Cornucopia, his brain mentally taking note of what was where. The best weapons were right in the mouth of the cave, as were the biggest packs of items. His gaze then swept to the sides, to his fellow Tributes. One by one, he ordered all twenty-three in a death pyramid. The smallest going first, and the rest of the Careers going last. As he ordered them all, his stone-hard blue glare rested on Cole, the boy from district twelve. The smart-ss who thought he actually had a chance at beating Zayden. His hands subconsciously flexed in and out of fists. You will die. He growled almost aloud, and put him on his top priority kill list.
Zayden's speed only increased from the point of pouncing off the plate. Once he was in the first ring, his eyes settled on a boy darting toward a small pack. A sadistic, toothy grin was twisted from his previous scowl as he sprang off course toward him.
He nearly toppled over the child as his feet his the ground. His fingers wrapped around the boy's neck with lighting speed, and with a sharp jerk upward, he had the boy dangling helplessly in the air. As his grip tightened, the child's gasps and trying screams became shorter and shorter. Blood began covering Zay's hand. A tiny squeak sounded from the boy's throat, followed by the bone-chilling crack of his windpipe. Zayden chuckled as the now lifeless body slumped from his grip to the ground in a bloody mess.
His head spun around to check his surroundings. Most of the Tributes were either dead or about to be killed by a Career. He grinned, and started toward the mouth of the Cornucopia.
When there, he was greeted by a aide array of weapons hanging on the inner walls. Naturally, he snatched the best and biggest sword before strapping smaller blades to his sides. His eyes flickered upward, settling on Abigail. "Four!" He yelled over to the girl. "Get over here!"

[lucee]

Mike made som kind of thrust with the spear which made it fly over the girls head and rolled back grabbing some dirt and threw it against the girls face. He was panting heavily and his eyes were blank, knowing he would die soon. But He thought for himself he would try to get as many as possible with him.. The outfit he had gotten was already covered in sweat and some sweat also ran down his eyes which made some tears stream down his chin.

[ i'm sooo sorry for making you wait, leiah, I completely forgot about this :s sorry, guys. I haven't got much muse either so apologies for the crappy post ]

Shay's head snapped back just in time to avoid impaling her chin on the point of the spear and she took an unsteady step back, desperately trying to get her swords in order. While her face only showed an expression of grim - if slightly irritated - determination, inside she was screaming and yelling and throwing imaginary things at this boy before her. He was actually crying .. crying and it was only the bloodbath. What a baby. A cloud of dirt (some of which was thankfully shielded away by her wild hair) struck her in the eyes and with a cry of rage she lashed out with her right sword, the left flickering in for an upper cut just to make sure the boy couldn't escape the cold steel. She would kill him, kill him for humiliating her in front of the capitolites and the other tributes. Silver eyes flashing as she felt the impact of her weapon, Shay grinned a sadistic grin as she knew her target was hit.

[leiah2]

(No problem im sorry but i can't post semi lit cause im on my phone and it keeps auto selecting other words so i'l wait untill i can get on my pc later today/tomorrow)

[ButterflyRose]

Name: Abigail Elisabeth Morgan
Nicknames: Abi or Abs
Gender: Female.
Age: Sixteen.
Mood: Fierce, Game mode, Serious.
District: District four.
Allies: The Career Pack.
Injuries:None.
Items: Large pack, Water bottle, Whip,
Throwing knives, Trident.

Abigail Elisabeth Morgan


Abigail took a deep breath and calmed her mind. Now that all the extremely weak people had been terminated, and the they, the pack, were taking out the ones who had the guts that tried to get inside the capricorn. Which reminded her to look inside. Her heart flew when she saw a trident lying on its side on the ground. The cool metal of holding it gave her a surge of confidence. Next Abi dispatched the small pack and picked up a larger one. There was just enough space inside for a coat that she picked up. She strapped the whip and throwing knives to her hips and made her way outside. She herd Zayden calling for her, so reluctantly with an eye-role she strode over to him, "Looks like about six dead..." The number was a guess, but they would find out tonight when their faces will appear in the sky. Abi stood about four feet away from him, she didn't quite trust him completely, so her grip tightened on her Trident.

[lucee]

[ district 5 boy - thomas hawke and district 9 boy - dylan red are both open to be controlled and killed, by the way c: ]

[charmey]

{ -pokes last post- Zay just killed Thomas. ^^" }

[lucee]

[ oopsies, sorry, didn't realise it was him. only dylan to go now, then xD ]