Nowhere To Run (Hunger Games RP) Semi-Lit

[~Demonic~]

((you're all so good. O_O I'm not sure what to write, I think I'll wait until they all arrive? ))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Character
Name: Jace Rivenbrook
District: 11
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Looks
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian, but heavily tanned.
Hair colour: An odd shade of white.
Eye colour: Deep, piercing blue.
Skin colour: Tanned; that is, a deep golden brown.
Scars and Birthmarks: Two deep pockmarks on his left arm, from a viper bite that almost killed him. He also has various small scars from the agricultural machinery and equipment.
Height: Six feet even.
Accent: None that is noticeable, unless he is impersonating somebody.

General
Weapon Of Choice: Throwing knives, hand-to-hand combat weaponry.
Personality: Easygoing and smooth, Jace is charismatic and charming. However, he tends to leap before he looks and it often gets him into trouble.
Likes: Food of any kind, growing things, practicing martial arts with his friends, picking locks.
Dislikes: Peacekeepers, dingy jail cells, fire, getting caught.
Strengths: Lockpicking, mimicry, thievery, climbing, knowing almost everything about plants, and what he lacks in brute strength he makes up for with brains and agility.
Weaknesses: He was never very strong, although he can easily work the heavy machinery needed to earn his keep. Can't swim well, doesn't like to kill things heedlessly.
Greatest Fear: Burning to death.
History: When he was eight years old, his house burned down and his parents died. Nobody really knows that he's alive- well, actually, they do, but nobody pays much attention to a homeless orphan. He has no siblings, so he only worries about himself for the most part. Stealing what he needs to survive, or earning an honest living if he absolutely has to.
Habits: He tends to be very paranoid around sources of fire. He also enjoys trying to mimic every voice he hears.
Other: The Jabberjays eat his crops, making it hard for him to earn his keep.

[Gatanitazul]

(Accepted... Sorry I haven't been on lately. I went on vacation, and I've been at relatives house [my sis is having a baby, so I've got to help her a bunch] I'll be on more often now, but I am going leaving for Universal Studios on July 4th, but I'll try to get on as much as I can...)

Light peeked through the cracks of the curtains, revealing morning. Isabelle sat up, going dizzy for a moment. She realized that she must've fallen asleep, but she didn't dream, fortunately. Isabelle could hear footsteps echoing through the hall, and she supposed that she awoke just in time for breakfast. Her door opened, and an attendant stood at the doorway.

"It is time for breakfast, Ms. Nova." The attendant seemed to be in a bad mood, and she left without another word.

Isabelle dressed in fresh clothes, leaving her room and making her way towards the dining cart. She entered and could see that everyone was there, waiting. The male tributes were on one side, and a girl was on the other side. Next to her was an empty seat. Lola sat at one end, and Dimitri and Kristina were on the other end. Isabelle sat next to the other female tribute, not even looking at her. She stared at the boy across from her. She recognized him as Jason O'Brian, but she didn't say anything.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Jace Rivenbrook woke up in a new place, as he had every morning since his parents had died. Peeping his head over the rim of the empty fountain, he looked around before climbing out and dusting off his green tunic. He heard something that disturbed his greatly- nothing. That is, silence. There should have been the hustle and bustle of a normal morning, but there wasn't. The run-down fountain was on the edge of the district, true, but there were usually people here. Now there wasn't. He was exceedingly confused for a moment before jumping up, shouting a curse, and running to the town square. How could he have forgotten? It was reaping day! He thrust his way into the crowd, arriving at his place in the line just as the name was pulled from the boy's ball. The freakishly cheerful escort for District 11, Megan Hartwell, smiled down at the ground and announced grandly "Jace Rivenbrook!" Jace was about to wipe a hand across his forehead in mock and exaggerated relief when he realized the one crucial fact- the was his name! Peacekeepers surrounded and marched away a very surprised Jace, as the rest of the town heaved an almost audible sigh. He was nobody- he had no family- so who would miss him? At least it wasn't somebody else's son, a son who had a mother and father and siblings to miss him.

[~Demonic~]

Amber faintly heard someone knock at her door and groaned. "Breakfast!" called the disgustingly cheerful voice from outside. It was obvious that the voice belonged to Tanya. She rose from bed reluctantly and scratched her messy hair. Hmm, at least the food will be good. she thought optimistically, and changed into the clothes provided for her. They felt awkward to put on, they seemed too...new. Amber quickly brushed her teeth and untangled her hair before opening the door cautiously. "There you are!" Tanya said happily from out of the blue, scaring Amber considerably.
"Uhhh..." she stuttered when she saw Tanya's new outfit.
"Do you love it?" Tanya exclaimed. "It's the latest dress!" Amber had absolutely no idea about the fashion in the Capitol and wished to have nothing to do with it. She kind of felt sorry for District 8, having to put up with those horrible clothes. Tanya didn't seem to notice her reply and just ushered her into the dining carriage. "Woah." Amber whistled. "That's breakfast?"
"Yup, so eat up!" Tanya grinned and sat down. She frowned at Sam who was already seated and eating and tutted. "Manners, Sam." she reminded him and he rolled his eyes and put down his fork and knife.
"Everyone's here anyway." he sighed. The last tributes finally arrived and sat down.
"Okay, now we can eat!" Tanya announced and dived into the food, eating it hungrily. Amber nibbled a sandwich and felt self-conscious. She wasn't used to dining luxuriously.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Tap tap tap. Zoey grumbled, rolling over onto her stomach. "Go away...." She mumbled sleepily. "It's the day after the reaping. Let me sleep." Bang! Bang! Bang! Sitting up quickly, Zoey looked around. This isn't my house! Where am I?! Max! Max, where- Oh, right. Tribute. Me. On train. A cheerfully high-pitched voice with a capitol accent came through the door. "Zoey, darling, wake up! It's time for breakfast!" Honey Smith bustled into the room, wearing a ridiculous dress and an even more ridiculous headpiece. As Zoey gaped at it, Honey smiled and struck a pose that made the giant headpiece wobble precariously. "Do you like it, darling? It's the newest Capitol fashion!" "It's.... lovely." Said Zoey, trying to smile even though the outfit made her teeth hurt. Honey didn't notice, and instead plumped a pile of clothing on the bed. "Get dressed and meet us in the dining car. It's high time you met the other tributes!" She left the room, and Zoey noticed t hat she had to duck to stop the frilly headpiece from bumping the top of the doorframe. She snickered a bit bit, then shuffled through the clothes. Plain green tunics and tan breeches, each one the perfect size for her. They were comfortable as she put them on, and at least they weren't silly or frilly. She left the room, closing the door behind her, and walked down the hall to the dining car. As she went, she braided her black hair so it framed her dark face. As she stepped into the dining car, her mouth fell open. She had never seen so much food in one place, ever! She looked around and noticed that there were other girls there, so she closed her mouth and put up her tough-girl exterior. Honey beamed broadly at her, then said to everyone "Tributes, mentors, escorts, this is Zoey Chandler, of District Ten."

[~Demonic~]

"You should eat more." Sam advised Amber after scoffing down his breakfast.
"You should eat less." Amber retorted grumpily, still holding the sandwich. It hadn't even been eaten to halfway yet.
"Sam's right," Tanya said, eating daintily and wiping her mouth with a napkin. "The prep team will arrive soon, then we'll go straight to the Remake centre." Amber gulped as the mention of "Prep Team" sent her stomach heaving.
N-not t-the h-horrible "costumes" they'll m-make me...w-w-wear! Sam noticed her discomfort and flashed a grin at her. "Don't worry, it'll only be for a while."
"Makes me wish I've got Cinna." Amber muttered. Everyone went silent.
"I'd rather you not talk about that." Tanya said and looked away. Amber grimaced and put her sandwich down.
"What he did last year was pretty stupid." she sighed.
"What everyone did was pretty stupid." Sam pointed out. Amber gave him a look of sarcastic disbelief.
"I do remember you raving on about-" she began, but Sam clapped a hand over her mouth. He pointed to the dark corners of the walls and mouthed, "Bugs."
Bugs?! He's telling me to shut up 'cos of those creepy-crawl-oh, bugs! Amber pulled his hand away and said, "how stupid they were, so shut up now." Sam gave her an evil look but carried on with his meal. Tanya coughed and tapped her gold watch. "Prep team." At exactly the moment after she said it, cries of "ooh" and "I can't wait to see her!" arrived.
A.K.A "my funeral preparation". Amber thought moodily and stood up. "I'm not hungry." she said, just as the prep team burst in. "There you are, sweetheart!" one of the cooed and hugged her. Amber gagged as her perfume wafted up her nose.
"Aww, don't stress her!" another one said but hugged her as well. Amber felt tears come to her eyes as their combined perfume and lotions hit her nostrils. Sam gave her a look of sympathy. "Let's get to work then!" Tanya announced. "Amber, this is your stylist, Katrina. Say hi!"
"Hello."
"Hi!" Katrina gushed and moved forward to hug her, but realised there was no room left for her. "Okay then, LET'S GET STARTED!" Amber quivered at that thought.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

((So, are all of the girl tributes in one dining car, or are they in different places?))

[~Demonic~]

((I don't know, in the book tributes dine with other tributes in their district))

[Geronimo.]

Kat ran hurredly into the eating room on the girl's train. She pulled back a moment before entering and cmposed herself, making her face a mask of coldness and wanting-to-be-alone-ness. She walked in, nodding to the tributes before starting to eat. She looked at them all carefully. She was wearing a dark blue tunic with light blue applique on it, with black dress trousers. She noticed other tributes wearing clothes of a similar style. She was inhalling the food when she noticed Selena Trinitro bekoning to her.

"Kat, it's time to meet your prep team..." Kat felt strange, nervous and happy. What if they made her wear Capitol clothes? Would she look as good as Kaitness, last year?