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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:14 pm
Let's wait a couple more days for everyone to join. IM your friends ppl!!! Then We'll be full stream ahead o_OHey Guys! Updates will always be here (well, down there)! They will always be in bold, so they're easy to find. Look for them every time you get on to write more! Newest will be at the top.
UPDATES!!!
-You HAVE to be up to date with everyone, no lagging behind or going to fast (yes, some of have lives, shocking i know)
- To avoid confusion, when you add more to your rp start a NEW comment and put your name and district at the top.Rules: -Don't kill off other people's characters (unless they have already killed off their character) -Keep 'dirty' language to minimum -Don't put down other peoples writing, this isn't a composition it's just for fun -Romance is ok, sex scenes are not -Have fun, be creative!!! If you break a rule I'll IM you, it you don't change it within two days, I'll have to delete what you wrote. Thanks in advance whee There was a silence before the platform rose. The metal around me was hot. Unbearably hot. I was already sweating and I wished I had drank more water, it was bound to be a couple of hours before I would have water again and it was so unbearably hot! The plate above my head was removed and I began my way up. I glanced back at my stylist who gave me a pathetic little wave as I rose. My eyes tried to adjust to the bright sun. I stayed on my plate trying to adjust to the sunlight. I looked over at Jasper and quickly glanced away. The cornucopia was about thirty feet away. I looked around and realized there was no shelter to run to. There were trees in the far distance and tell dry grasses about a mile away from where we were. No water in sight. So it looks like I was running for the grasses but in order to do that I had to run past the Cornucopia. I spotted a large blue backpack on the edge that I could grab. I posed to run. Let The 42nd Hunger Games Begin “Amethyst! Amethyst, Get up!” Mother shook me awake.
I opened my eyes and instantly wished I was asleep again. Reaping Day. I tried to sink back into the mattress but Mother was yelling at me in a minute.
I sat up and looked at his bed. Mother always said she would put it away. It had been five years. Five years of waking up and looking at that bed. It was neatly made, like he was going to walk through the door any minute and get in it.
I slipped my nightgown off and threw my reaping dress over my head. I walked into the kitchen where Mother was laying out breakfast of rolls and butter. Stew bubbled on the stove. Mother made it every Reaping.
Mother and I ate in silence. I cleaned the dishes and slipped on my nice shoes. Then we were walking to the Town Square.
This year Amber and Jasper were to be the tributes. Technically, District 1 wasn't supposed to pre-choose our tributes but we always had and probably always would. Amber and Jasper had been training all their lives to win the Hunger Games. They were skillfully trained in weaponry, camouflage, and tactics. They were perfectly designed to appeal to the audience's taste, whether it was sexy, sweet, feisty: they had known since they were five years-old. Tiger's was 'good-guy'. He practiced his charming smiles in the mirror when he was just eleven years-old. It was finally their day.
I gave Mother a hug she fake-smiled a “Good-luck”. Which was a joke because even if I was chosen Amber would take my place, I would sit back down, and no one even remember my name by the end of the night.
I sat in the 15 year-old's row, my stomach churned looking at the huge screens where at an age of only nine I watched my brother die while people groaned about loosing bets and people stared at me and Mother, not saying anything.
The mayor began his long speech but I didn't listen. Finally he introduced Rindina Gae who I applauded along with the others and zoned out again.
I almost didn't hear when she beamed and called “Amethyst Young!”
I bolted up in my seat. My heart banged against my chest as I rose and began to walk to the stage. It was alright. It was ok. Amber would take my spot.
“Amethyst Young? Like Tiger Young?” “By God! It's his sister!” “Tiger Young! Good boy, he was. Put up a good fight.” People whispered as I passed them.
I climbed the stairs of the stage and shook Rindina Gae's hand and she beamed her best fake smile as she turned and said "Are there any Volunteers to take the place of the female tribute?"
Nothing.
I searched for Amber in the crowd and almost instantly found her because everyone was staring at her but her eyes only looked at me. She looked amused, her muscled arms crossed over her chest. Jasper, who was sitting next to her, elbowed her in the ribs.
I gave her a look.
She replied with a half-smile and a small shake of her head.
Panic welled up in me. She had to volunteer. She had to or I was going to the Hunger Games. I had never even picked up a weapon. She'd been training all her life! She. Had. To. Volunteer. I gave her a last pleading look that she returned with putting a glossy blonde lock behind her ear. No doubt she had stylists all over her all mourning.
Rindina looked slightly confused but pulled it back together “Well, ladies and gentleman, I give you our female tribute, Amethyst Young!”
My heart was going to come up my throat and strangle me. I couldn't breathe. I was going to die before I even got in the arena.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 8:56 pm
District 4
Odette Rain
Real Name..Hope
I fidgeted in my chair. I don't remember a Reaping Day where I had felt more nervous. My Mother braided my honey colored hair into what my district called a 'fish-tale' braid. A serving of salmon and our districts green bread sat in front of me-untouched.
"You need to eat at least half of your food Odette. Even if you think that it won't help you, it will. That way if you leave, you will still have some calm food in you before they feed you the richest food there is," my Father Mason, a captain of a main ship, said gently. Giving my hand a squeeze.
"He is right child. Please eat. So that at least on of us can seem fed..." my Mother's soft voice said from behind me.
She tied off the end of my braid and came around and sat at our small dining table. She rested her hand on her heavy belly frowning at the food in front of her.
I glanced out the window. People were already heading towards the town's center. I took small bites of the bread, I didn't think I could handle grilled salmon today. I rose and went to our sink. I washed out my mouth with our mint paste and came back to the table where both of my parents seemed to be having a silent conversation.
I coughed nervously. "Shall we get going?"
"Oh.. Yes we shall. Let us go," my Father stood up and went to my Mother Beth, helping her stand. She was seven months. I had been excited about having a younger sibling even at my advanced age, but then I realized that the child would just have to be put into the name bowls like everyone else. Since then I have been dwelling on that fact.
Both my Father and Mother took my hand in theirs. We exited our small home together and joined the long stream of people.
The smell coming off the sea calmed me. Even if I did get picked I would be better off than most other tributes, I reasoned. Being from District 4 I already knew my trade. I knew how to use knives and other sharp objects. I also knew how to make almost every knot that was known.
A slow and steady rise in my confidence made me able to let go of my parents hands and make my way to where the sixteen year olds were roped.
I joined them and smiled shyly at them. Even with my Mother's beauty showing in parts of me, the other children had always picked on my for being away most of the year with the fishing crew. I settled myself onto a hard folding chair and listened to the Anthem play out. My confidence fell though when the man who was our annual Escort reach his hand into the ball that held the girls names in it. My name was only in there five times. I had not entered my name for food because my family has always had enough food to eat thanks to my Father's captain status.
Sweat began to form slightly beneath my braid.
The man, Justin Blue smiled at the crowd and yelled into the mic. "And our female tribute this year shall be...Odette Rain!"
I stood from my chair smoothing my dress with my hands trying to remain calm. Somehow I had known I would get picked. I heard small whispers going up around me. They were already betting how long I would last. I knew no one would volunteer for me. That never happened here. To be chosen as a Tribute here was like being a celebrity, only did the actual family of the Tribute mourn their child.
"Are there any girl volunteers?" Justin asked the large crowd.
Silence was his answer.
"Alright! Ladies and gentlemen let us congratulate our female tribute Odette Rain!"
As I shook Justin's soft hand I realized something horrible. I would never get to see the child that my Mother carried. I would always be a ghost child. What would happen once I died? How would my parents fare?
Determination swept through me. I HAD to put everything I had into winning. Nothing could stop me. I wouldn't let my younger sibling suffer from the presence of a ghost child.
I knew that would mean I would have to kill people- I tried not to think about that. When it came down to it, I knew I would probably kill to save my life. I could kill anyone.
That was my thoughts until Jason announced the male Tribute.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:50 pm
Name: Serenity Willow*
District: 6
Pulling my hair into two neat braids I smoothed the creases in my reaping dress. Of course I had been in the reaping previous years, but the times I have entered my name in the reaping was growing. I had a great chance of being chosen to go into the Hunger Games this year. Struggling to keep my food down I made my way into the kitchen to meet my Mother and two younger Brothers.
Without any words Mother pulled me into a hug as we headed toward the Town square. Walking at a pace that wouldn't strain My brother, Ethan's health. I squeezed his small 8 year old boy hand, happy he didn't have to have his name in the reaping yet. I left them with a hug to sit in the group of 16 year olds.
I racked my brain for all the possible herbs and remedies I might need if I was chosen the female tribute for District 6. I was almost positive I had everything memorized in the book of medicines, that has been passed down through my family for years.
A trickle of fear washed over me as thoughts of my family entered my brain. Knowing that if I was chosen I wouldn't be there to help feed my family, and make sure my younger brother, Ethan, would gain his health back. To see if my brother of 12,Kyle would finally get the hang of hunting and helping Mother gather the right herbs to make medicines. Unlike Ethan, Kyle has his name in the reaping, but this being only his first time, the chances of him being picked were slim.
I sighed frocing my attention back to the Mayor as his speech about the Hunger Games came to an end. Aisling Razz had just stuck her ivory skin into the hat when her small voice came out clear. "Syrenity shall be our femal tribute for District 6!" I stood determined to win for my families sake. I walked up the stage a numb feeling washing over me as Aisling called for any volenteers.This was one of the times that I was happy no tears had come. As the croward silenced for the male tribute name to becalled, I wondered if I would be able to cause pain to another person.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:22 pm
"Ladies and gentlemen let us welcome Eric Wilder to the stage!"
NO! Eric made his way up to the stage. His expression calm but I knew he wasn't happy. His jaw was clenched tight. I have known him for years. I has gotten to know him because he worked as one of the higher sailors with my Father. Doubt went into my mind. He was so strong and abled, I knew that if someone else didn't kill him-I probably wouldn't make it home.
I felt sick to my stomach. How was I suppose to kill Eric? I knew everything about him. I knew the way his muscles flexed when helping hall the fish onto the deck. I knew how soft his lips felt against mine. I knew that his favorite treat to have was oranges. How was I suppose to kill the first boy, man, I had ever liked enough to allow him to kiss me?
"Are there any volunteers?" Jason's eyebrow had risen impossibly high. He knew there would be a silence.
"Well, Let us give it up for our tributes this year; Odette Rain and Eric Wilder!" Jason boomed into the microphone causing many of us to cringe slightly from the sound.
We were escorted separately by Peacekeepers to our city hall. I knew that our rooms were right next to each because I saw them letting him into another door. other. The wall between the two rooms was soundproof. I couldn't hear what was happening in his room and he couldn't hear what was being said in mine.
My parents rushed into the room. I was sitting on a long sofa that was big enough for me to lie down on comfortable. My Father sat down gently next to me and stared at the ceiling debating. My Mother on the other flew to my side and hugged me tight even with her growing stomach between us.
"I don't want you guys to worry. I will do everything in my power to win this. Mother I need you to promise me that if I do die, I do NOT want my sibling living with the presence of a ghost child. They do not need to compete with that. Ever. Can you promise me that?"
"Wh--h-aa-t do you mean?" My Mother looked at me confused.
I sighed. "I don't want my sibling to have to ever try to compete with who I was. I want them to live the life I had. Never should they have you comparing anything about me to them. Do you understand?"
"Yes...but stop talking like that! You will return home to us,' my Mother said fiercely.
"Mother... Promise me."
"Yes I promise."
My Father seized my shoulders suddenly and turned me towards him and away from my Mother.
"I know about your small romance with that boy Eric, Odette. I want you to put that behind you. If it comes down to the two of you-it is you I want to come home. Eric is a great person, a great sailor. But I love you. Don't listen to him if he tries to make you fall for him again. That is the past. At this point- no one matters besides you in the games. I want you to return home. Do you understand me?" My Father shook me again, his eyes blazed.
"Yu...es. Father. I will try."
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 7:42 pm
The Reaping had come. No Joy, No pain. Hugs all around from my family. My sister, Regina, Age 7 says I'll miss you. I wonder if she's talking about the 15 minutes we'll be apart or if she senses something deeper. I go and get in line with the other 13 year old girls. I'm not afraid for myself. I'm afraid for my brother, Joseph, Age 11. He couldn't handle having to be the more responsible one. I've been the mature one in my family since as long as I can remember. My brother and I work in the field harvesting crops. It's hard work, but we earn enough. Without me my brother would have to work twice as hard, and my sister would have to go work too because my dad would have to work in fields the again too, although with his back I'm not sure how he would manage. Emmy Stevens walks up to the microphone in the prettiest dress I have ever seen! She welcomes us to the Reaping in her quiet monotone voice and walks over to the girl's bowl. Her long, slender, feminine hand reaches in and snatches a little piece of paper. Butterflies fly around my stomach, and I try to calm myself. Emmy walks up to the microphone and says,"Salvae Grendel." I stand frozen as my name rings out across the courtyard. People push gently on my shoulder, and I know I have to go. I walk up the stairs to the stage with a blank deserted look on my face, because I know that as soon as the truth sinks in I will start to cry, and I have to be brave for now. Emmy walks over to the boy's bowl and snatches the very top slip of paper. She walks back to the microphone, "Keaton Mussel."
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:17 pm
Name: RainAge: 17Gender: MaleDistrict:3Appearance: Rain opened his eyes, smiling brightly. He could not believe the best day of the year was here. What day was it, you ask? Only the very enjoyable, humiliating, breath-taking, and oh so appealing Reaping Day! He flew of of his soft pallet on the floor into the small closet across the room. This was a very special occasion, so Rain whipped out his best clothes, that took him years to obtain. Gaining it whatever way he could. By getting a job at the factory, saving up, and selling the valuables of his dead family members. From head to toe, he has a black hat with a wide white stripe traveling around it. Also, he had a vest with a gray shirt underneath and a black tie. Lastly, he had jet black jeans on with some all gray Nike shoes. Looking in the house's shiny window, he saw himself. Extremely handsome, and probaly going to be all the rave at The Reaping. He popped a peice of grain bread in his mouth and trotted out the door, excited about the events about to be taking place.
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On arrival, it seems he was wrong about him being the talk of the reaping. Women were hysterical and weeping, hugging their children as if it was the last time they would see them. Which is partly true. He slightly chuckles at the typical display of emotions and takes his place in the middle of two petite men, who looked very nervous and frightened by his presence. He leans in to the one on his left and lets a crooked smile cross his face "Boo." They both run away screaming in terror shouting "The devil's child! The devil's child!" Rain bursts out in laughter, going on for quite a while, only to be silenced by the horns, symbolizing the beginning of the reaping. A very fake looking Nigel Ramone steps out on stage, not wasting time to great us happliy. "Good evening ladies in gentelmen! Welcome to our annual 42nd reaping!" I propose that was the moment was when clapping should have erupted, but all that lurks around is silence. So much for that. "Any who, you are all fondly familar with the process, correct? I will choose a ball at random from this container. One, a female, and one, a male. The names I call are to report to the stage immediatley." He clusmsily scoops a ball out the female tank. "I'm Niegel Ramone, here to celebrate this glorious day with you! Let's not waste any more time! The girls' tribute is..." Nobody I know. She then picks out of the male box, and I know the name on the ball before she even calls it. "Rain Ermalon." I smile, trying to hide the joy I felt inside. A chance to kill with no consequences! It felt good. I casually stroll up to the stage, wink at the female tribute, and take my place in a seat.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:22 pm
Keaton Mussel, 18. My brain is frozen. In the fields, whenever I get tossed a bundle of wheat it's always him that says "Don't drop it Silly Salvie" Usually I don't drop the bundle but occasionally I'll think to myself, he's so lucky only one more reaping and he'll be free, and then I lose concentration and my bundle goes falling into the dirt. "Better luck next time, Oh Silly Salvie" he coos. Keaton Mussel is like an older brother to me, but now I have to put that thought away, and think about winning, I have two little red-headed siblings to think of. Keaton makes his way next to Emmy and she asks"Any volunteers for the either of them?" A baby cries, and I think, don't cry for me baby, cry for yourself because one day you might end up in the same situation. No volunteers for me or Keaton. As was expected. We are ushered into the holding area by the peacekeepers, and I wonder how much longer I can contain my tears.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 4:50 am
Name: Suki
Age:16
Bio: She is the mayors daughter and knows nothing about the great outdoors. She's not stuck up, she's actually really nice to everyone. She's a small girl so she hopes it'll be an advantage.
District: 12
Suki's father wakes her up and throws her clothes at her. "Ufh." She groans and gets ready for the reaping. She wasn't nervous about it because she had very few whatever they call them in the thing. She didn't bother with remembering.
An hour later...
"And the female tribute for district 12 is.. Suki!" The announcer says cheerily. Oh s***. I stand on the stage with my head held high. The rest of that day I felt nothing.
"Suki speak to me" My mother says in our last goodbyes, "You gave to says something."
"No I don't! I just want to go and get this over with! Why do we say goodbye when we know I will be one of the first to die? Goodbyes are for forever. I will see you one day mom." Suki says and watches her mother and father cry and sob. The peacekeepers make them leave. She enjoys the quiet. She dies what she is suppose to do without complaining.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 2:14 pm
Appearence  : Nickname: Hawk
Name: Solis Night
District: 2
Gender: Male
Age:17Hawk is a carrier. He is know throughout jis districtfor his hawk like senses, strength, speed, and amazing swords-manship.I wait in line calmly, as if its nothing. So many people are nervous and i stifle a laugh as i notice this. "These people know i'm there only chance of winning the games this year, being as i'm the best there is." I think to myself. I look through the crowd of people to the stage as names are being called. "Solis Night" I hear my name called. Many people turn and clap as i approach the stage. I step next to the lady and stare her down hard. I look to the camera and show no emotion at all. The look in my eyes says it all "I'm a calm, heartless, ruthless killer, who'll do anything to win". A gus of wind blows and my long white hair is blown away from my face showing my battle scared body from killing many other carriers, and peacekeppers. I go aboard the train without waiting for anyone to say anything. I see the tapes of the other tributs lying there. I sit down, put them in and watch closely analyzing everypersons, looks, reaction and all.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 4:00 pm
My family enters and hugs, kisses and I love you's are passed around.
"Promise me you'll come back!" my sister says.
"I promise that if I die, when I do, I will be thinking about all of you, and about how much I love you."
I look to my brother,"You have to be strong Joseph, be strong for me."
The peacekeepers come in and whisk them away. Tears slide down my cheeks because I know I'll never see them again.
We board the train and I lay down in my cabin watching the trees go by. Dinner rolls around and I know I should eat something. I put on a forest green shirt and black sweat pants. I'm the last one to dinner and as I take my seat Emmy comes in and introduces me to my stylist.
"Hello I am Gina," she says with a happy, stupid, giddy voice.
"Hi." and then she leaves, good riddance.
I grab two "french" bread rolls, and smooth partially melted butter onto them. Then, the chef brings out crab legs. My mind melts into its delicious meat, and I know this is the most delicious food I will ever taste.
After dinner, we are instructed by Emmy to go meet our mentor, I get to his office early, and I sit there to wait for our mentor. Keaton walks in and sits next to me. "Hey there, Silly Salvie, guess it's just you and me." "Guess it is," I reply. He opens his mouth to say more but just then our mentor walks in. White hair, with a white mustache and a voice just like my grandfather's.
"So, lets see what I have to work with." He sizes Keaton up and I notice that Keaton sits up taller.
"Now, how old are you son?"
"18." Keaton responds with a bold triumphant voice.
"Good, good, desire to make it, tall, well built, yes, this I can use," our mentor comments. Then he looks me over.
"And how old are you sweet thing?, surely not old enough to be in the games."
Fury builds up inside me. "I'll have you know I am 13, almost 14, and I wont let some old, diseased grandpa disregarding me because of my age." I stand up ready to bellow at him some more when he states,"Very well, Stubbornness can be guided into determination, given enough time."
He dismisses us, and I go to my cabin, I shower, then fall asleep pondering the things that were just said about me.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 4:09 pm
Suki gets on her cabin and changes into the clothes in her room. She comes out of her room and the smell of food slaps her in the face. She immediately sits and stuffs her face full of food. Sure, age was the mayors daughter, but her food wasn't this good. After dinner she meets her mentor. She nods at what he says then gies to her room. For the first time today, she cried. Not just tears, we're talking sobs and snot and all. After her little scene was done she took a shower abd went to sleep.
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