watch your back~a hunger games roleplay

[Lithium-]

Sierra looked around the arena. She glanced back at her mother, sister, and father. Her sister sobbing and her parents with tears in their eyes. "I love you." Sierra said with no words. Silently so only them can know. She turned back. She couldn't let herself cry no matter how hard it was not too. She could remember just a week ago when she was still sitting in her Math class without a worry. Now here she is. She glanced at the items before her. She decided to go for the sword since she had some expirence. She didnt want to kill but it was her only way to survive. She looked at all of the other tributes beside her. She took a deep breath, and brushed her long black ponytail out of her face. Her bright green eyes glowing in the sunlight. "This is it. The Hunger Games." She said to herself and waited for the signal to begin.

[Mythra]

Isabelle, my stylist, my great friend, hugs me tightly. "Don't forget the plan Sophia", I can feel tears starting to come now and pull away from the hug. "Goodbye Izzy" I say as a peacekeeper nudges me onto the plate. The ring, my grandmothers beautiful golden leaf ring rests softly on my fingers. I feel it, my grandmother was the only district 1 person I could look up to. She gave me this ring the day she died, and said it's what kept her alive and well. She hated district 1 too, and she had never killed once, even though she had won the hunger games. She is who I think of now, as the metal plate rises up through the ground. I try not to think of Izzy now, it would just make me sad. I raise my head high and fight back my tears; even though I'm only 12, I can still stand strong. As the metal plate shows the arena, I instantly start on taking in my surroundings. Around me lies many useless sticks, and a quarter way through I see a small bottle. Water purifier I think. It's been a while but I recognize the small bottle from my training with Diamond. The timer starts. I keep looking for things that could be useful. Half-way down I see a small brown bag that I decide to get, thinking That'll blend in... Not a moment too soon either, the gong rings out, echoing through the arena unnaturally.

[❦Ginger❦]

Angela Grace was nervous. She balled up her sweaty fists as the plate rose up and she got ready to run. She couldn't look back, she couldn't show weakness. Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them away. Thoughts raced through her mind, she tried focusing on only one though. Survive. Her family would be set for life, they wouldn't need to worry about what they were going to have for dinner tonight, or when their next bath would be. Angela had to win this. For her family.

Jillian smiled and gritted her teeth. She couldn't wait to be out there! The excitement pulsing through her veins supplied all of her energy. She crouched slightly, and distributed her weight evenly. If she won, she would be famous! Everyone would know Jillian Chambers, she would be the most famous girl in the world! Everyone would swoon at her feet. "Jillian! Oh, Jillian!" The would call to her, throwing flowers generously. Yes, she was ready, for The Hunger Games.

[glassea]

(( Tigerlilly, your posts need to be a bit longer than that. Sorry to be picky! ))

Alyssa--District 8--Items: District token--Health: 10/10--Allies: None

Alyssa yanked on the clothes in the package. She'd refused her stylist's help; she could dress herself perfectly fine. A simple black shirt over olive green cargo pants, with a slightly shiny black jacket and hiking boots. As she stepped onto the plate, Alyssa looked back at her stylist. Kaleb didn't like her, never had. But as the glass hissed down around her, Kaleb gave her a quick thumbs-up.

After all, she was about to die.

The plate began to rise, and Alyssa rubbed her dreamcatcher out of habit. Without realizing it, she'd begun to breathe a lot faster than usual. The tube felt much too small, and it was almost a relief when she burst out through the ground. Sixty. Fifty-nine.
Almost. The sun hit her like a hammer. It'd been dark in the launching rooms. Out here, the sun shone directly onto the squinting tributes' faces.
Forty-two. Forty-one.
Glancing quickly to her left and right, Alyssa zeroed in on a nylon pack sitting atop a pile of survival equipment. She wouldn't be leaving the Cornucopia empty-handed. Of course, that was assuming she survived the next three hours.
Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.
One of the tributes to her left nearly fell off his plate. Not a good idea; the mines would blow him to bits.
Fifteen. Fourteen.
She'd head for the forest she could see off to her right. First she'd have to get the pack and equipment, but then she'd be good to go.
Five. Four. Three. Two...
All she could do was wait.

[panorama,]

Aaron

Three.
Get the tarp
Two.
That green bag is close, might as well grab that too.
One.
That ax.. place your feet, take a deep breath
-Ringing noise-
Aaron glided off his plate. His breath far too fast for a boy who had done this off a metal table 20 times every day. He sprinted, and quickly grabbed what he had planned too. A boy was going for the tarp. Without even thinking, the boy from district 6 dropped onto his knees, and collapsed on the ground. Aaron grabbed the tarp and shoved it in the bag. He looked around, and saw a smaller girl, possible from 10 reaching for a rainbow bag. Aaron struck, her blood making the rainbow fill with red. She was still alive. He looked at her. Why did he just do that?1 He looked down., then back up for any attacks. He ran his thumb over her cheek bone. "I'll make it stop." he said, her whimpering put to an end. He stood up, ax in hand, hair disheveled. It was a kind act, but he still felt guilty.

Beck

He looked around, not sure of what to grab now. He decided on the closest things. A white pack and a snare. He could cover the pack in mud to cover its bright color, and he could use the snare to catch something. He nodded, and tripped on his [plate as the gong rang out unnaturally over the arena. He quickly got up to his feet, dodged an attack from a girl, and ran to the still unoccupied white bag and snare. He grinned and ran over to the lip of a cave. He was going to wait for every one to clear out into unknown places to meet up with the career pack he belonged in. He was district 4, the careers could use some fish experts. Beck looked down at his leg. He must have tripped on something hard, his leg was bleeding. He silently cursed and ignored the blood. It wasn't that bad, he has had worse.

Kiandra
She leaped off her plate, only landing on someone who had fallen. She kicked their head, hopefully hard enough to kill them. The boy displayed traits of 11, but she couldn't be sure. He was still alive, he groaned, but he was already in bad shape. Kiandra smiled, her eyes dark with power as she grabbed an ax which was good. A blue pack that seemed heavy enough. She started running off, but stopped when she saw something small and white on the ground. She picked it up, a little box of matches. She grinned as she started sprinting away from the blood bath, everything she needed already on her. Kiandra was a runner, so she would run as far as she could for as long as she could, without wasting her energy. She jogged as the screams of people grew silent. She was waling in a canyon, and the sun was bearing down on her. Thank god she has lived in 100 degree weather before. Not too often though, so the heat still had some affect.

[❦Ginger❦]

Jillian leaped off the plate and took off running. She ran and grabbed a pink bag. Gotta be fashionable!She also grabbed a sleeping bag and tucked it under her arm. For comfort! A boy lunged at her and she quick grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the throat, he fell to the ground and blood pooled around him. She took back the knife and grabbed the whole set of knives that it came in, then she looked around for other victims. She saw people fighting all around her! This is what she has been waiting for! Her eyes glimmered with determination and she threw herself into the fighting.

Angela scrambled down from the plate and ran to grab some stuff. She grabbed the first things she saw, an orange bag, a blowgun and some darts, and a small box. She wasn't sure what was in it, but from the sound it was probably matches. She started to run away from the Bloodbath but she tripped over a body. Her eyes widened in horror, then she scrambled up and continued running in fear. Everyone's eyes were lit with blood lust but all she wanted to do was get out of there!

[glassea]

Alyssa--Ditrict 8--Items: Pack, Staff, Token, Water purifier--Health: 6/10 (sprained ankle)--Allies: None

As the gong rang out, Alyssa sprinted towards the Cornucopia. Get the pack get the pack... She wasn't very fast, and the others were ahead of her. Somehow she managed to reach the green pack unharmed, and she swung it up onto her back. She stood on a pile of water purifiers, and she grabbed one.
On instinct, she turned and sprinted for the woods. Her foot caught on something long and hard, and she fell. Her ankle was on fire. Glancing at the thing she'd fallen over, she realized it was a long, heavy staff. Thinking quickly, Alyssa grabbed it and began to use it as a cane to hobble away, hoping there were bigger things for people to worry about than a wounded tribute from 8. She could barely walk, but she was heading for the woods at a decent pace.

[Lithium-]

Sierra ran off her plate with a jolt. She ran toward the sword which was only a few feet away from her. She grabbed the sword and had it ready in her hands if she had to kill someone. She started to run into the forest. She saw a wounded tribute. But she wasnt the only one who noticed.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

Arctic ;; the district four girl
items; spear, red pack ;; health; eight out of ten ;; allies; the Careers

After having evaluated the situation efficiently, Arctic sprinted as quickly as the unbearable heat from the blazing sun would allow. Back in her home District, the girl had been subjected to frigid temperatures of extreme cold from practicing her swimming skills in the dead of winter, but she had never trained for any arid climates. She felt it was quite unfortunate that her resilience to cold would not pay off in this situation, but she had yet to see what the nights were like; perhaps it would be strikingly similar to the deserts she had studied in a book once, with the unbelievably hot days being deceiving for the exceptionally cold nights that followed.

The District Four girl's analytic dusky brown gaze was intently fixated on a spear as she raced for it. An older boy, somewhere around the age of eighteen, was already situated closer to the weapon than she was, and drawing closer by the second. Despite the scorching air and the burning rays emanating from the sun, Arctic forced herself to run faster, reaching the spear a second before the boy could. He pulled out a knife, and slashed at her throat, missing by only an inch or two. The raven-haired girl reacted to the attack quickly, and plunged the sharp end of the spear into his chest. The boy staggered backward for a moment, then lashed out blindly at his soon-to-be killer, opening a small gash on her left arm but doing nothing more. Arctic watched indifferently as her assailant fell to the ground, lifeless, and then she dashed off without giving a second glance.

Serves you right, Arctic thought coldly, heading for a red backpack nearby, that's what you get when you underestimate the Careers. Before reaching the pack, the girl suddenly felt as if her arm was going up in flames. Alarmed, she looked at it, and noticed the stab wound that she had previously ignored in the climax of the fight with the tribute boy. Arctic grit her teeth and continued running, pretending not to notice the gash. When she reached the backpack, which had appeared crimson at a distance but now revealed itself to be a darker shade of red, Arctic did not hesitate to bend down and pick it up. Her pace was still kept consistent, and her steps never faltered as she continued her sprint.

Sighting a fellow Career -- an ally -- the ebony-haired fifteen-year-old concluded that she would help him out for a bit. She dashed to Aaron's side, spear in hand, and surveyed the nearby vicinity before initiating a small conversation with the District One boy. “What’s with the solemn expression?” Arctic questioned, glancing around the surroundings to check for any hostile tributes for a split second before meeting the boy's gaze. “We’re Careers – we’re supposed to be dominating these Games.”

[ultraviolent]

(Recap??))