Nowhere To Run (Hunger Games RP) Semi-Lit

[SwallowSpirit]

((If anyone is thinking about joining, could they please rp a district 2 (MEDICINE) ??))

[Gatanitazul]

Character
Name: Damien Soul
District: 2
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Looks
Race/Ethnicity: Scottish-Polish
Hair colour: Brown, with reddish streaks
Eye colour: Brown with gold flecks
Skin colour: Slightly tan
Scars and Birthmarks: A long thin scar on his forearm
Height: 6' 1''
Accent: Scottish

General
Weapon Of Choice: Throwing knives, traps, dagger.
Personality: Damien is charming and cunning, usually using his wits to outsmart and defeat his opponents. He is very sly and sneaky, but often doesn't think everything through. He is good at acting and lying, but he isn't good at being himself and he is very paranoid. He can sometimes go off into conspiracy theory rants, and his mouth can get him into a lot of trouble. He can't control his temper well, and will never back down from a fight. He knows about plants, and which ones are deadly, and which ones are good for healing, but he never wanted to go into the Medicinal field.
Likes: Conning, tricking, and The Forest.
Dislikes: Getting caught, swimming, Peacekeepers.
Strengths: Conning, convincing people, throwing knives, charm.
Weaknesses: Foolish at times, swimming, keeping his mouth shut at times.
Greatest Fear: Drowning.
History: Damien led a quiet life, but his parents pressured him to go into medicine. He never wanted to, so he made his living conning people. He only got caught once, and the peacekeeper gave him the scar on his arm. He made sure to be extra careful from there on out, and now he cons in a different area every time. Damien has gotten in trouble with his mouth before, talking bad about the Capitol. He was punished for that once, and he told them that he didn't care if they hurt him, "For it would just prove my point, ya bloody Peacekeepers!" So the Peacekeepers entered his name 5 times more, saying that he would just die in the battle-field.
Habits: He bounces his knee when nervous or agitated.
Other: Jabberjays fly high in the sky!

[SwallowSpirit]

((Thankyou, 'Nita!!! ))

[~Demonic~]

Amber silently tip-toed back to her room. She opened the door soundlessly and locked it as soon as she went in. Amber collapsed on her bed, sweaty-faced and scared. Sam and Tanya had planned this...disruption. But what was it for? President Snow must have organised it...or the creator of this year's games might have. But what was it meant for? She now found in impossible to sleep, the blanket was too thick and too hot. The mattress was sodden with her sweat. So was the pillow. She bit her lip and thought for a while in the darkness. Amber decided to not die easily in the Games. Whatever it took, she would not die on the first day. There is always a bloodbath on the first day...because of the weapons.. She frowned. Surely her knowledge about technology could help her? Only if there are materials. That would be a big disadvantage to her if there weren't. I must get darts or throwing knives in the Cornicupia. Yes, that was necessary. It would boost her advantage. And train. Accept the little help given to you by the Capitol. And what else? Get the interview ready. That'll be a good chance to earn sponsers. But speaking was never her strong point. She could never quite get the words out correctly. Unlike Peeta. She remembered the boy from District 12, he made her district rebel so easily. Just a few simple words and...BANG. Chaos. But the Peacekeepers always won. They always did. And that girl...Katniss. The mockingjay. Nobody gave me a district token. she dimly thought. It doesn't matter. Tokens don't do much in the afterlife. Why was she suddenly thinking about death? Maybe because I know I don't stand a chance. 44 against 1. Impossible. Or very unlikely. Unless...Rebellion. No, it was too dangerous. After what happened last time? Not a chance. The Peacekeepers be taking extra caution as well. And the last thing, I'll need..."friends". Alliances. She'll have to break out of her peaceful shell and introduce herself to strangers. But I can fare quite well on my own... No! Absolutely out of the question. She wasn't strong. Amber sighed and held her eye-lids down, shutting herself into blackness. Eventually, she faded into sleep.

[Wolf_Fang_13]

Anya sat impatiently in the room the peacekeepers brought her. It was not long till she saw her mother bursting into the room and catching her into a death hug. She expected to see her brother and father to follow into the room but they didn't. Anya could feel her mother's wet tears on her shoulder and tried to stay calm herself. She then broke free out of her mother's embrace and tried not to react to her mother's hysterical teary face. "Where is Ivan?" Anya asked trying to stay calm but there was still some pain in her voice. Her mother broke into tears again. "H-he was chosen," was all her mother said before starting to cry again. The world suddenly seemed to stop for Anya and everything was quiet except for a low buzz in her ears. She didn't want to believe it but here was her mother crying her eyes out. This had to be joke. A cruel joke done by the Capital. It had to be! No, this was real. Her mother started to shriek about loosing both her children in one game. On stupid little gamer that took the lives of so many. The peacekeepers then came to lead her mother away. Anya's chest felt heavy with grief. Not only was she going to loose her life but her brother was facing the same fate.

((My other characters I won't do much on. Probably won't post as them until most are on the train))

[SwallowSpirit]

((Very sorry, 'Nita......... I know ive been very annoying so far, and im about to get even more so...

I have too many rp's for the amount of internet access i have, and need to quit some rp's. I havent really got started on this yet, so... im gonna have to quit.. very sorry... ))

[Gatanitazul]

(That is alright, SwallowSpirit, I understand completely )

Isabelle was led down a corridor and was trapped behind a closed door in an instant. She ran her fingers over the find cherry wood that blocked her from civilization. She turned and sat on the bed. The lights were off, but her eyes adjusted quickly as she spread out on the bed. She couldn't sleep, and she tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable in the unfarmilar bed. She sighed as she finally closed her eyes and drifted into sleep..........

Isabelle screamed, jolting upward and feeling her stomach, where the knife had plunged in just a minute ago.

She sighed with relief as she discovered that there was no knife... No blood... No death.

Just a dream... She thought, wiping the cold sweat off of her brow and standing up. She paced for a while, clammy and shaking. She knew that soon there would be people asking what was the matter with her... The disapproving face of Dimitri Long filled her mind, and she clenched her eyes as she heard the door creak open.

It wasn't Dimitri.

It wasn't Kristina.

It was Lola.

Her too bright smile flashed as she asked "Dear, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Isabelle sighed, sitting down on the bed.

"You should really get some sleep before we get to the capitol.... You'll be needing it." Lola advised as she shut the door behind her.

Isabelle scowled and flopped down on the bed. Ugh... Nothing but a plastic human.... Nothing about them is natural. It is either experimented on, altered, destroyed, or prosthetic! Her mind drifted back to her dream... She was in her house, but it was burning. She could hear the voices of her mentor's shouting at her to survive, and she could hear the Capitol's taunting laughs. A mockingjay flew right through the fire, and after it came a tribute, screaming and wielding knife. The tribute plunged the knife into her stomach, and she fell into the flames.

Isabelle shuddered, not wanting to go to sleep for fear of the dream returning.

[Turq8]

((Whups, forgot about my other character until now! I'll do her to catch up. Also, since Nan is the only one from D5, should I just keep going?))

Katelyn rose and stretched, looking out over the seas of District 4. She sat and thought for a minute. She thought about her current boyfriend, Fain, and how she would break his heart at the reaping that morning. She thought about how she had a good chance of being chosen this year. She wasn't the oldest there, but she had taken out a lot of tesserae because her father forced her to. They didn't need too, but her father wanted her to have a high chance of being picked out of the glass ball. Katelyn didn't want to be in the Hunger Games. But if her name was drawn, like her gut was jumping around telling her it would, she had to make her father proud.

She wandered around the house, fixing breakfast for herself, wondering what she would wear. As the resident hearbreaker in her class, she always had to look drop-dead gorgeous. Finally, she selected a one-shouldered teal dress that wrapped to her frame and highlighted her eyes. She put a few curls in her blonde hair and was ready to go. Her father would already be at the reaping. She opened the door and walked out into the crowded street of people.

"Katelyn! Hey, Kate! Kaaaatelyyyyyn!" Looking around for the sound of the voice, she spotted her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend, Fain, bobbing above the crowd, shouting her name. Talk about embarrassing. It was one of the reasons she was breaking up with him so quickly, after only one date. He was like a dog, following her around. The sooner she broke his heart the better. Letting out a small groan that was lost in the clamor of the streets, she pulled her head high, and walked over to Fain. "Hi Katelyn, there you are! You look beautiful." Even his face was puppy doggish, and his long yellow hair didn't help with the golden retriever thing.

"Hey, Fain, we need to talk," Her every word was toned to let him know something was wrong. She was good at that. The stupid grin faded off his face, and he looked down, shaking hair out of his eyes, like a puppy caught chewing the furniture. "You're a nice guy, but you act like a puppy dog, and you embarrass me. It's over," she said coldly, then turned on her heel and walked away without a second thought. She took her place in a roped off area with the other 15 year old girls, many of whom were chattering with eachother. The noise quieted down as Crystal Walsh, the District 4 escort for as long as Katelyn could remember, hopped up to the stage and excitedly took the microphone.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" she chirped into the mic. The usual Hunger Games stuff was said, about how the districts rebelled against the Capitol and the Hunger Games was their punishment. The way they say it, you'd think it was our fault our great-great-grandparents or whatever rebelled.

"Katelyn Ferris!" The name broke Katelyn out of her reverie. What? I was called? I guess my gut was right. She barely had enough time to set her jaw and pull back her shoulders before she was surrounded by peacekeepers and led up to the stage. The rest of the reapings went by in a blur. Katelyn didn't pay attention. She didn't want to meet these kids that she might have to kill later. She was led to a room where she sat by herself for an hour.

Her father wouldn't come see her, in his mind she was the reason his wife was dead. His wife, Mina, had died giving birth to Katelyn. Her past boyfriends wouldn't come, she had broken all their hearts. Her friends wouldn't come. Perhaps that hurt the most. She knew her father and exes wouldn't come, and she knew her friends only acted like they liked her, but she had thought- she had hoped- that at least one of them would come to wish her luck, to say goodbye. But no one came. So Katelyn spent the hour alone. Knowing when she left this room, she would be mobbed by cameras, and never be completely alone until during the Hunger Games, and then everyone would be watching her, she cried.

She cried harder than she did the first time her father hit her and told her he hated her. She cried harder than when she found out Nick, her previous boyfriend and the reason she had broken so many boys hearts, was cheating on her with 3 other girls. She cried for her mother, whom she never knew, for her life, where she was hated so much, and for her future, where she knew she would end up dead. After 40 minutes, she stopped herself and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, sniffling. When the 60 minutes was up, she was escorted out of the room out of the room by peacekeepers, and flash bulbs going off in her face the entire walk to the train, stood on the platform for a minute, then stepped into the girls train.

She was lead down the hallway by an avox and shown to her room. Katelyn walked to the small window and looked out, a few late tears leaking down her face. She loved the ocean. She loved playing in it, fishing in it, exploring it. And it was likely she was never going to see it again. The sudden lurch of the train threw her off balance, but it wasn't any different than being on a boat. She flopped down on her bed, and fell into a restless sleep.

((*looks at preview* Wow, that's long! Wildmagic_Warrior, do you want me to do the mentor(s), because you did the escort? PM me?))

[Geronimo.]

((Wolf_Girl_13! Hurry's up and post!))

[Wolf_Fang_13]

((Kat, do you mean me? Because it's Wolf_Fang_13. Which is why I also respond to Fang. I was waiting for the second District 1 girl (that is if someone decides to make her) since the girls are picked first, but ok.))

Alexandrite, or how he prefers to be called Alex, woke up from his deep slumber and looked out his bedroom window. It was only early dawn, but he knew what day it was today. The dreaded Hunger Games. He knew it was strange for him, coming from District 1 where a large number of careers come from, to despise these games, but he does. The Hunger Games took his elder brother from him all those years ago.

After washing up and getting dressed he walked out of his house and into the street. "Hey Alex!" a familiar voice rang in is ears. He turned to face his best and only friend, Platinum. Platinum was not only his best friend but a career too. He even taught Alex how to fight with a long sword too even though Alex refused to be a career. Secretly Alex would always hope that Platinum would not be chosen for the games no matter how much he knew Platinum wants to be. Then again, Alex would not want to be chosen himself either.

"Hey Platinum. I see you are excited for the reaping," Alex said, matching the pace of his friend's as they walked to the square.The two boys both walked into line with the other thirteen-year-old boys in their district. A large percentage, maybe even almost all, were careers. Each tall and strong looking more like warriors than young teenage boys. Alex stood out from the rest of them being reasonably tall and thin with reddish brown hair.

Repulse was visible on his face as Selena Trinitro took the stage as she announced the Hunger Games and told about the new twists. No volunteers and twice the amount of Tribunes?! Alex thought with disbelief. he was all caught up in his thoughts until Platinum jabbed him in the ribs. "What?" Alex whispered to him in an annoyed voice. Platinum then gave a grave face. "They called your name," was all he said.

Alex's face when paler making him seem almost like a ghost as he walked up the platform. The Peacekeepers guided him into a room where he sat down on the couch with his face buried in his arms. He spun the small ring that belonged to his older brother. It was his brother's district token and now it would be his. Alex's parents were the first to come in. They shared hugs and goodbyes until the Peacekeepers took them away. Then Platinum came and Alex tried his best to dry off his eyes and look tough for his friend. "Good luck Alex. Don't forget the few techniques I thought you," Platinum said along with a goodbye and he was gone too.

Alexandrite was then lead through the hallway and to his room on the boy's train. He was lead by an avox to his room where he right away fell onto his bed. He could not find sleep tonight so he just laid there and stared up at the ceiling, not even bothering to meet his mentors.

((Wow, that was longer than I planned it to be XD))