The hunger games (IC)

saranm · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **saranm** on Thu Apr 09, 2009 6:46 pm

welcome to the games my friends... (please wait for everyone to post before posting again, unless it happens to be a battle between two players)

Jack pulled his net up thinking ~great, only two small ones~ he sighed and threw the net back, picking up his rod and walking from the stream, to the larger river a few hundred yards away ~maybe the Kota fish are biting~ he thought silently, hoping that he would be able to come home with more than a few old fish... he reached the river, and sat down with his bare feet in the water and cast his line out, before leaning back and taking a nap. Jack awoke a few hours later, nearly falling in the river as he realized today was the day that two unlucky people would be picked to go to the Capitol to fight in thier sick twisted games. He sat up, reeled in his line and ran off to check the net, he pulled it out of the water ~damn, this is heav... did someone throw a rock in there again?~ he pulled it all the way out of the water and nearly cried when he saw that at least eight bass had found thier way into his net "WOOHOO!" he shouted aloud ~this is gonna feed us well for at least a week!~ he said, slinging the net over his shouder and running off to the required viewing of the taking of the two children.

He got to the market square and found his age group, standing with the fish still with him. "Hello everyone, welcome to the drawing of names, and may the odds be ever with you" said the the lady who had been chosen to keep the district three "tributes" on track, a small stage was set up, a few chairs, one for the mayor, one for the lady, and one for a previous winner from district three, the mayor was a fat man, probably not from overeating so much as lack of excersize, but big nonetheless... the lady was skinny, not just skinny, but near anorexic... Jack didn't understand why people would want to be that skinny in a world with little food... but the one who really stood out was the previous winner, old pete was what everyone called him, because as such he was probably around seventy, and walked with a cane, he had white hair, and a short beard that he constantly stroked. ~May the odds be with me?~ Jack thought ~right, ive got my name in that bowl about thirty times...~ he heaved a deep sigh and forced himself to put on his happy face. The lady from the Capitol brought two glass globes up to the front saying "peter? would you do the honors?" the old man frowned and replied
"if I must" he stood up and walked slowly to the front of the stage he reached into the first bowl, drawing a slip of paper and slowly reading "Jen-ny Mc-niles" a girl from the thirteen age group broke out into tears, her entire family did as well... no one liked it when people where sent away, but it was always more of a tragedy when it was a younger one, especially the girls. Jack let a single tear flow for her and looked away, as she slowly marched up to the stage. The lady sat that bowl on the ground and clapped, no one was really sure why but she did, Pete frowned even deeper and reached into the second bowl... drawing out a name and saying "Der-rel" he paused and took a breath "Blaz-er" the kid named Derrel slowly and solemnly walked up to the stage. The lady clapped again... before saying "is there anyone willing to replace either of these two?" nobody raised thier hand... instead, Jack ran up to the stage.

people were wondering what Jack was doing, he didn't even know the kid or his family... "mom... dad... brothers... forgive me, but I cannot let another innocent man be sent away, I promise you... I will make it out of there" nobody did anything, a few moments passed that seemed like days, when finnaly, someone let out a wail of pain, it was Jacks mother, crying, not believing what he was doing, his father held onto her and gave Jack a nod of respect from the crowd, the boy that was orriginally picked looked at him thankfully and began to step off stage when Jack whispered to him "please, give these to my family" and handed him the fish. Jack stepped next to the girl that was chosen and shook hands with Pete like was required "goodbye everyone, and may the odds be ever in your favor" the woman said. Next they were escorted by armed gaurd to a building where he would get to say goodbye to his family. It was a cushy room, covered in a light blue paint, with a small couch and several pillows. First to walk in was his mother, she only said "take this with you" before handing him a belt made of eel skin. Next was his father who walked in slowly and said "what you did... it was just..." he frowned, and continued "im not happy you did that, but I am happy you did what was right" he stopped for a moment and gave him a hug. His father left and he had no more visitors, it was time for him to get on the train and leave.

demondicex · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **demondicex** on Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:06 pm

Renkuza got up like every morning. He stretched and pulled on his jacket. It was his day today to go to the mines. He ran as fast he could. People would often ask him why he wore that jacket every were even in the mines where it was extremely hot. He would always say "I don't know." But that was a lie. One reason was the fact that if he wore it it would give him more of a chance to sweat thus causing him to lose wight. The other reason was for, training.

He got in the mines and got right to work digging and what not. after working for a few houres he relized what day it was. He kinew he'd be late so he said bye and hurred off.

He got there right after they called the girls name. He didn't get to here who it was. The woman started to call the next name. "Please be me, please be me." He keep repeating over and over in his head. "Renkusa Monoto." Ren looked up. and for the first time in a long time smiled. He could finally fight he could finally find an oponat worthy of his talent. He followed the lady into a building.

iRawrManda · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **iRawrManda** on Thu Apr 09, 2009 11:47 pm

Meela stood in the square, staring intently at the ground, drawing out patterns in the rough stone with her eyes. She was nervous. And scared. But who wasn't? Today was the day of Reaping. All of the children from District eleven were gathered in the small space. Meela stood with the rest of her age group. They were all so much taller than her, and she was sure that if they did not already know better they would be telling her to get with the other twelve year olds. At the age of sixteen, she barely reached a height of 5'1. She felt a familiar hand on her shoulder, she turned and saw Liza, the girl whose parents ran the local apothecary. Liza gave the girl a soft smile and mouthed the words 'good luck'. Meela gazed across the velvet rope that kept one age group from another. She locked eyes with Sebastian, her bestfriend since she was seven years old. He waved, and Meela gave him a fake smile before turning away.

'Well well well.' Came a familiar voice from the stage. It was Albert, the man who pulled the names for the reaping every year since before Meela was born. She turned and watched him, with his brightly coloured closes and glittery hair, practically dance up on to the stage. 'Hello, everyone! And welcome to the name drawing. How exciting, yes? Let us get started! Oh! And may the odds... be EVER in your favour!' He practically giggled and motioned for the bucket full of names to be brought forth. Meela could have sworn it was atleast three times the size it was the previous year.

Without hesitation, he plunged his hand into the bucket and swirled it around. Everyone held their breath.

'Sebastian Ferlin?

Meela gasped and glanced over at Sebastian, who nodded slightly and made his way to the front. She couldn't believe his name had been called. She kept looking from the place where he once stood, to his place on the stage. Wishing he still stood there. People shouted at him. She wanted to cry out.. .to run and hug him....

"Meela Riosky?'

Oh god no. She felt the contents of her stomach churn. Had they really just called her name? No. It must be a mistake. No way. Liza cried out before wrapping her arms around Meela's shoulders and whispering something to her. Blood roared in Meela's ears and she was unable to hear her. Someone pushed her forward. Someone else shouted 'good luck'. She felt her feet propel her forward and she landed in Sebastian's arms, hugging him tightly. Not wanting to let go. And then they were pulling them apart and dragging her off to her secluded room.

The room was bare except for a couch and a small coffee table. She sat there, breathing unevenly with her arms wrapped around her stomach. She rocked back and forth slightly to keep herself from throwing up. The door suddenly burst open and her mother ran in. she immediately wrapped her arms around Meela, who just sat there as if she hadn't even noticed. Meela's father took a seat on the other side of the girl.

'oh.. Darling... I can't believe this...' her mother wailed. Meela took hold of her shoulders and pushed her away.
'Listen to me, mother.' Meela glanced up at her father to make sure he was listening as well before returning her eyes to her mother's. 'Be strong. i'll be okay. I promise. I'll do whatever I can to come back.' She hugged her mother and the guard motioned for the distraught parents to leave.

'Meela, I've taught you well. I know you can do this.' her father said as they pulled him from the room.

The next person in was Liza. They spoke to each other for a moment and Liza handed her a small golden locket.
'You're locket? i couldn't...' Meela said softly, pushing it away. Liza forced it into her hand and stood.
'I want you to take it with you. I know you're coming back, Meela. I just -know- it. I can feel it.' Meela shoved the locket into her pocket and nodded as Liza hugged her once more and retreated from the room.

Before she knew it she was on the train with Sebastian. They knew it would be a long time before they got off and had the camera's shoved back in their faces, so Meela cried. She felt no shame in being scared. And though Sebastian didn't cry, she knew he was just as scared as she was, if not more.

Trixst · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Trixst** on Fri Apr 10, 2009 1:33 am

Julie was crouched in the bushes clutching her spear, tightening her grip as she closed in on the lounging jaguar. Her hand brushes down her luminous white hair. Sweat beaded off her forehead as she approached the soon-to-be prey. This was the first time she encountered a jaguar, she had only seen them in picture books her dad showed her when she was younger. She was carelessly reminiscing the past and stepped on a twig. Rule number one, always be aware of your surroundings. The jaguar lazily lulled his head in Julies direction but payed it no attention. Julie stuck to a tree trying to minimize her breathing and trying to blend with the scenery. Where her hair lacked in terms of camoflouge her body exceeded. Her dark tan took the complexion of the trees just as her acorn eyes did. Rule number two, take the enemy by surprise.

She gingerly stepped out from the shadows, crouching, wielding the spear. She was closing in onto the inattentive jaguar, she had to have a clear shot at his head, one shot is what made the difference between life and death. The jaguar basked on the ground, napping in the cul-de-sac of trees. It released a loud yawn and returned to it's light nap. Julie jumped back giving a soft pant as she landed. The atmosphere was icy even though the temperature reached 90 degrees fahrenheit. Rule number three, try to take out the prey as quickly and cleanly as possible.

A boar emerged out of the bushes seeking dinner snorting carelessly. The sound alerted the jaguar and in an instant he was up and running oblivious of the human standing awkwardly behind him gazing in confusion. She quickly recollected her thoughts and started chasing after the jaguar, there was no room for failure. Her tense joints loosened as her muscular feet dragged her across the forest ground, sprinting for the prize. She dodged random bushes following an orange blur skipping in between the trees.

A loud bellow echoed from an opening some meters ahead, the boar had been caught with relative ease. She had already failed rule number three so it was time to take drastic measures. Rule number four, when faced with a predator aim to finish it off in one hit. Julie dashed quickly but quietly at the Jaguar who was feasting upon the spoils. With immense speed she leapt into the air thrusting the spear firmly at the jaguars head taking it by surprise. The hunt was over and the sun was sinking into the horizon. It was time to head back.

When she reached town she saw people gathered around a low stage where a man was talking behind a podium. Julie put the jaguar down by her small homely house, which lay by the outskirts of the town, and approached the crowd clapping weakly. She squeezed her way through. Is it this day already? She sought her father in the crowed but didn't expect him to be there, he disliked social events. She noticed a boy standing on the stage looking down, she couldn't make out his facial expressions but there was something unnerving about him.

"And the second name is Snow, Julie Snow. Is she present?" Time stopped. "Julie Snow? Is she somewhere here?" He said in a squeaky voice. He lifted his circular spectacles and peered across the sea of people scratching his greasy black hair. Julie came to her senses and stepped onto the stage. Suddenly time passed incredibly fast, the events of the evening were over before she could grasp the situation. She was home still in disbelief. She had completely forgot about the jaguar she had left outside. Julie saw her dad sitting by the kitchen table, he waved to her with a calm carefree grin on his face. He quickly noticed that she wore an awkward expression as she entered the kitchen. Did the hunt go well? He signed to Julie. She looked up and met his gaze I was picked. She signed back.

Hlanhalyer · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hlanhalyer** on Mon Apr 13, 2009 1:12 pm

Theodore stood among the trees of the surrounding forest of the district, they filled him with calming, almost sensual feelings as he just listened to the sounds. He was hunting earlier, and had caught a large 5 point buck. While dragging it back to his city, he heard a boar charging through the forest, but he could tell it wouldn't cross his path. He continued to drag the carcass, slowly but surely, back to his house for collection on the morrow.

After relieving himself of the weight, Theodore trudged into town for the Naming. He didn't need to take any extra tickets in the draw since he could fend well for himself and the guys he lived with. He listened to the opening speech as he quickly found his way to his friends, soon, the man drew a ticket from the box in front of him, and read out the name of the boy who would have no choice but to participate.

It was him.

His friend, shocked and a little scared, looked at him with pity and sorrow in their eyes, offering a last high five before he went off to slaughter other kids for the entertainment of the masses. He trudged slowly up to the stage, taking his place beside the man speaking and the woman who had won the Games a scant 3 years before. He stared out at the crowd while the man reached into the box of girls names, uncaring, maybe even excited he was pulling out a name for the walking dead.

Julie Snow, the daughter of the deaf man, and now, another participant in meaningless slaughter.

saranm · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **saranm** on Mon Apr 13, 2009 5:57 pm

((I had to re-post this five times :lol:

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((for those who have not posted yet please do so soo and try to keep up))

All four of them boarded a train, no gaurds this time. The train was fairly nice, even more cushy than that room was, It had rooms for each of them, a kitchen and a dining room... and one other room that they wernt allowed into. Jack took one step onto the train and had to hold back his own bile in disgust that the people of the Capitol could live such a cushy life while thousands still starve in crappy apartments. Jack immediatly began looking around for a room in another car when he was stopped by the Capitol lady "excuse me? Jack was it?" Jack opened his mouth to say something sarcastic and figured he'd save it for the cameras "yes thats me" he responded instead
"my name is Ambrose, what you did back there... I respect that" Jack simply shrugged in response and found a room.

Dinner came two hours after the train left, but when he was called Jack didnt reply, for the first time in his life, he wasnt hungry anymore. The train arrived the next day at the Capitol, the whole place was fresh, it could have been a paradice if you didn't know what happened outside its walls. Miss Ambrose got off the train first and signalled for them to follow, but Jack and Jenny waited for Pete, trying to delay this as long as possible, "come now children" Miss Amrbrose said as Pete finnaly got off the train "we will be late, and your stylinst wont have much time to prepare you" that was a bad thing, less time meant less creativity, which meant less sponsors, so they both hurried inside to meet the stylist's.

The prep team was not exactly easy on Jack, not that they where mean, but that they clipped all his nails, made him wear a girdle to hide what little fat he had, cut his hair down to "perfect" size and shape, and finnaly rubbing something in his mouth that supposedly was to help him smile. Then came the stylist, he was a very large man, probably fat considering most people in the Capitol could barely fight. The man looked Jack up and down, probably looking for something that would look good on him, but it didn't matter, as long as he got sponsors. Finally the man gave a satisfied grunt and smiled largely, then in a low grumbly voice he said "I have the perfect thing for your district" before digging around in a nearby closet and pulled out a black tux, and a very large spool of blue and white thread.

demondicex · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **demondicex** on Mon Apr 13, 2009 6:38 pm

(Are we all on the same train? Just wondering)

Ren said good bye to what little family he had. "What is family anyway?" He asked himself as he borded the train. As soon as he got on the train he fell asleap. But that wasnt realy sleap. He was kind of just in a sleapy daze. He was to exsited to sleap.

When he was called to eat he almost declined but sided aginst it. He was extremly hungery. He sat down and ate what ever he could. He didnt know nor did he care what it was, he just ate.

The train stoped and a woman told him to follow her. He did. They came to a room. "Please have a seat." He sat down. Can this take anylonger. . . Yea do you want me to answer that . . Not really . . He shook his own voice out of his head and looked up. Some dude was walking twords him with some clipers. "Hey dude. Those thing tuch me hair and there goin up your ass. So think this over carfully." The guy got a worred look on his face and turned around running out of the room, "I'll be right back." He walked back in to the room. "Ok they said we dont have to do anything to your hair. But those clothes. there dirty and.." Ren staired at him. "I got a spair these are my work clothes. I beleve my other out fit will be suitable. Besides I cant fight in much else." The man looked at him. "Lets see." The guy pointed to a door over in the corner. He looked at him and said thanks.

He steped out of the room wearing what looked like an old Japanese school uniform. (See char.) "So what you think?" The guy ran back throgh the door. "They say its ok." Ren noded and wispered bellow his breth "Beter be."

(Yea i know spelling,, ill fix it asap. my normal computer is down.)

iRawrManda · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **iRawrManda** on Tue Apr 14, 2009 9:35 pm

(Eh. Not the best.)
Before she knew it, Meela was being pulled to her feet by a man with short and spiky hair. It was the brightest pink she thought she'd ever seen. The man introduced himself as Aleksandr. He pinched her cheeks and held her long hair in his hands, shaking his colourful head. Meela squeaked and slaped his hand away from her face.
"Ooh. Fiesty, eh?" He looked annoyed with the girl. "All this hair. Hmph. It'll hide the pretty outfit I've picked out for you." He crossed his arms and pursed his lips. "It'll just have to go."
Meela stared at him with wide, frightened eyes and fought back the urge to stomp on his foot as if he was a young boy who'd just stood her up. "You'll do no such thing."
"Ah, see. But it's not up to you, child." He pulled the pair of clippers from behind his back, making it look like something from an old cartoon. He grabbed her hair by the roots and held it up.
With a stifled gasp he fell to the floor and Sebastian stood behind him with one arms outstretched and clamped into a fist. He blushed and hid the hand behind his back.
"I erh..."
"Thanks."
A moment later the car door swung open and in stepped Albert. He'd come to announce that the kitchen would be closing in a few minutes, but simply looked from the children, to Aleksandr, who still lay on the floor, and shook his head. Without a word he left, letting the door slide closed behind him.

Aleksandr refused to work with the children after that. Someone else was called in. Siedra. A tall lady, with black hair to her shoulders which was infused with some kind of glittery gel. Her eyes seemed to glow an unnatural green but her smile reminded Meela of the Bakers wife in district Eleven. She always had a smile that made everyone feel warm inside. As if it was a reminder that there was still some good left in the world.

"Well well.. Two little trouble makers? I've never seen Aleksandr turn down a pair but oh well. Everything has a first. My name is Siedra. I would normally be working only with your hair, but seeing as Aleksandr is returning to his room early, I will be picking out your clothes as well."
"You mean... he had no control over my hair?" Mella said, running a pale hand through her long light-brown hair.
"Oh heavens no." She giggled.
"....Oh." Sebastian and Meela muttered in unison, getting a few more giggles from Siedra.

Within an hour, Meela wore a short blue dress that barely covered her thighs and heels atleast six inches tall. How the hell do people walk in these things? She thought as she inched forward, afraid to take steps that were more than a centimeter apart. The back of the dress had "DISTRICT ELEVEN" Written on it in an elegant and glittery script. Meela's hair was pulled to the side in a pony tail and a big blue silver bow was put at the top of her head. She'd opposed the bow for several minutes before Sierda had forced into into her hair with much pain on Meela's part. Sebastian was also fitted in a blue tux with silver cuffs and vest. His blond hair hidden beneath a funny looking hat. Something Siedra had called a beret. Once she was done with the plucking of their eyebrows and putting the last few touches on their outfits, she stood before them and clasped her hands together infront of her nose. "Perfect!" She grinned from ear to ear.

Meela sighed, at this very moment in time, hating the capitol more than ever. It then popped into her head, the thought of where they might be going. A tundra? a forest? A desert? Uh oh.

Ellimist6 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ellimist6** on Thu Apr 16, 2009 7:57 pm

(Dang because I just joined and my person is from disrict eleven as well then that means he won't be apart of the games. Should I change districts or what? Until you let me know i'll just post as if I didn't get chosen.)

Brent had stood in the town square where they would choose the names of the two, a boy and a girl, who would take part in the hunger games. He waited patiently to listen to the drawing as the man reached into the bucket. When Brent heard them call a name that was not his own he looked down at the ground. He was disappointed though he didn't show it on his face. He had been hoping be chosen this year. Ever since his father died he didn't feel that much was left for him and the hunger games seemed like something he could do that would give him any meaning. Every year he trained and trained for it, but every year ended the same with him going home with a dark hole in his gut. Then he would go to the games to watch other innocent people shed blood and he watched their lives as they were put to rest.

It looked as so this would be the same as the last year. He wasn't sure he wanted to take it anymore. Maybe he would get into a fight himself that will put him into something like the games. No, I would be such a fool if I did something like that, he thought to himself with a grim look as he looked up to see the two chosen ones get on a train to leave, why couldn't it have been me this time.

As others around him leaved, most with a look of relief on their faces and others with worry on their faces for the poor souls who would fight for their lives in a ring filled with sour, dried blood, Brent started to walk toward the post where the train was. He sighed as he looked down the tracks the train left as the a pain in his chest began to rise to his attention.

iRawrManda · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **iRawrManda** on Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:55 pm

I could do a quick re-write, I guess. If that's whatcha want me to do.

Not too much trouble, just let me know.

Hlanhalyer · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hlanhalyer** on Fri Apr 17, 2009 11:46 am

Theodore sat on the Train, having said his somewhat saddening goodbyes to people he loved who believed that he was not coming back from the terrible experience, and even if he did, He wouldn't be the same person they once knew.

He sat across from Julie, silently, sometime looking at her, searching her downcast face, and sometimes watching the lands travel by outside. He had been hurried onto the train with only a set of deer hide boots that were soft on the inside and very supple yet strong. They were his emblem to the ring.

He waited for her to talk, to start a conversation. He had never really talked to her or been friends with her, but he sometimes helped out on jobs or on a hunt. They were about the same age, but nothing had brought them together as friends before yesterday.

Impatient from waiting, he spoke up quietly, "Hey, how are you doing? I'm Theodore, you are Julie Snow, right?"

saranm · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **saranm** on Fri Apr 17, 2009 2:52 pm

((for those of you who havent progressed in the storyline as some, make a longer post to make up for it as there is going to be something special happening soon))

The suit was nothing shy of impossible... the black tux that had been originally presented was totally modified, apparently the man who had introduced himself as Horace decided that water was boring and that fish had been done before... so he chose ice. It had been threaded so that it looked like craggy or broken ice in some areas, and snow in others... the bowtie that went with the suit had been dipped in liquid nitrogin, making it hard to adjust. The whole thing, on top of Jacks red hair made it all look... impossible.

The suit seemed impossible to make... but Horace had done it in under two hours. Which barely left any time for Jack to be thrown on the top of a carriage, behind the 1st and 2nd district's, and marched out into the large building along with the girl from his district. Just about everyone had something unique about thier outfit, but none seemed as outragiose (that's spelled wrong I know, but I cant figure it out) the crowd wet wilder and wilder as each cart entered the stadium, Immediatley people started making bets ~idiots~ Jack thought ~betting this early leaves empty wallets~ but nonetheless he smiled and waved and attracted as much attention as possible, occasionally whispering something in Jenny's ear, just to make the camera's focus on them to get as many sponsors as possible.

the opening ceremony was over, and there was a dinner, with all the other districts there, Jack had his chance. First he leaned over to Jenny, covered his mouth with his hand and said "there is a way out of here, but you have to trust me." Jenny sat up fast in her chair and made a quick nod. Now Jack had to spread the word to a few other people as well, it was true, after watching the games so many years, Jack had found blind spots in the camera system and a few "special" areas as well.

Jack looked around first for a few tributes that looked like they might be friends, that way if one came the others were more likely to aswell. The two tributes form district 5 appeared to be getting along better that most, so he went to them first, he made a motion for them to lean in closer, covered his mouth with his hand, and said "you don't know me, but you have a better chance to live if you do" he leaned in even closer "there is a way out of this hellhole, but you two have to trust me, you have my word that this is no trick, I just want to live to see my family again, and I doubt I have a chance playing this 'game' by the rules. If you are willing to follow, simply nod"

demondicex · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **demondicex** on Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:08 pm

( Dude castersage post somthing. haha )

Ren had went to sleap after the incounter with the 'Stylist'. He woke up and looked around. He figered it was about time for the opening ceremony, so he got up and started to get ready. The more he thoght about fighting the faster his pulse rised. but then it hit him, what if he was to die here but some other fighter trying to do him in befor he gets to fight. and also if he died here he wont get to fight anymore batles. And he knew that there was one person he wanted to beat more than anything. (hum hum, you know who you are. dont you?)

After the opening ceremony he got a chance to eat. he had just sat down, and started digging right in. It semed that no mater how mutch he ate he was never full. He looked down the table and saw a few of the other fighters conversing. He wondered what they were up to.

iRawrManda · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **iRawrManda** on Sat Apr 18, 2009 12:57 am

The streets that wound throughout the capitol were lined with people gathering for the opening ceremony. Meela's stomach twisted and turned as thoughts of the future raced through her already worried mind. She looked at Sebastian, hands in his pockets and staring down into the crowds through a glass window. He looked so... Cool? So unafraid. So calm. She knew that this was his composure for the cameras. She wondered how long it would be kept up, and if it would only get him targeted in the arena.
Something pulled at her heart strings as she stared at him. He turned suddenly, smiled at her, and walked right past. She almost reached out to him. Touched him. Held him back. She wanted to talk to him, as he'd barely said anything to her since they'd arrived.

"Sebas--"

"Come come, children! Onto the carriage." Siedra. With a sigh, she fell into step behind Sebastian.

The sun was hung high in the sky, sending rays of light through the slightly clouded sky. It looked like something out of a painting, only there was no angel descending from the clouds and unlike a painting, this was REAL. Though, there was something in the air. Something that seemed to radiate all around Meela. Maybe it was simply fear. Whatever it was, it was unfamiliar to her, and she hated it.She felt the air thicken as she was pushed up into the carriage. Someone muttered words of encouragement and luck, but she ignored them.

Meela found herself struggling to breath as the carriage started moving from it's parked place in what seemed to be a garage. They were nearly last, and she could see the entrance of the garage 40 or so feet ahead. She swallowed audibly, cathing Sebastian's attention. He turned to her and spoke in a very monotone voice.
"Calm down, Mel."
Meela shook her head. "No. I can't 'calm down'. I can't -do- this. I shoudn't have to. NONE OF US SHOULD" She found herself shouting the words and shut her eyes tightly to block the tears that threatened her. She layed her head in her hands and Sebastian simply turned away. It hurt her more than anything, to see Sebastian like this. He'd always been the person that was there for comfort. He never turned her away when she needed something. A hug, a smile, something to eat.
Sebastian nudged her shoulder. "Get up. We're next."
She heard the cheering as they entered the pale sunlight. She lifted her head and looked straight ahead. She narrowed her eyes, perhaps hiding the fact that they were puffy and red.
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Meela exited the carriage and was led by the arm into a cast chamber with many seats lining the walls that stretched atleast three times her height. The ceiling was made of glass and the sunlight that drifted through reflected and casted light of all different colours into the room. Most of the Tributes, she could see, were standing. Ignoring the seats, she made her way to a corner and sat with her head down. She didn't look up until someone called out to her.
They were getting ready to start the broadcast. The interviews. These were something that everyone in everyone district would be watching. Meela was in line behind Sebastian, watching the tributes from another district. They carried themselves so well, the both of them. They were so confident that one from their district would win this year. Meela couldn't stand it. As if they enjoyed being caught up in this... Game. Yes, a game. The capitol was the spider and the tributes were flies that had flown into a death trap.
"Meela, Sebastian. Your next. Go ahead on stage." Said one of the cameramen, or atleast they assumed that's who it was.
Meela stepped onto the stage and tripped over her heels. Sebastian caught her by the arm and kept her from face planting. The crowd 'Awed' and Sebastian practically threw her arm back at her and fall down into his seat. Meela had a look of disgust on her face as she stared at him. If it hadn't been being recorded, she would have yelled and screamed at him right there. Instead, she took her seat and waited for her turn to be bombarded with questions.

"How old are you? Are you excited to be here? What are your motives for returning home? Are you hopeful that you'll make it through? Looking around at all the other tributes, do you think you have a good chance? You got a significant other waitin for ya?"

Meela answered as cooly as she could. "Sixteen. No. My family. Of course. I think my chances are fair. Nope."
She payed no attention to anything Sebastian said. She simply stared into the crowd with blank expression and waiting for everything to be over.

Trixst · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Trixst** on Sat Apr 18, 2009 11:18 am

Julie was separated from her father an hour later and she was accompanied to a train, people shouted words of good luck but Julie kept on walking, deep in thought. She remembered that she could take a single trinket but she'd rather take two, one a simple looking necklace that holds poison in it. The other, a silver dagger with her families insignia on it, a panther. She hoped that she didn't have to use it but if her life was threatened then she wouldn't really have any other choice.

She boarded the train, everything felt so weird, she hadn't ever been away from home alone unless she went out hunting, she remembered going to the games with her father because they were forced to, no one could object to the mighty steel fist of the government. But last time she took a bag with her and had a father, now she had nothing and was all alone.

She took a seat in a compartment where the plump man lead her too and looked out the window. After a couple of minutes Theodore joined her, she didn't want to look at him. If they were going to fight later on then she couldn't look him in the eyes, especially not him, even though they weren't best friends they still knew who the other was and they also used to hunt together. There was a awkward silence in the compartment when Theodore asked politely.

"Hey, how are you doing? I'm Theodore, you are Julie Snow, right?"

Julie looked at her shoes, avoiding his eyes and nodded, he was a friendly guy but she knew that he was a good hunter and really good with traps. Maybe she should be weary of him as he might try to trick her and lull her into a false sense of security... Or maybe he just wanted to chat, either way Julie wasn't really keen on exposing herself too much to the public or the other contenders.

The rest of the trip passed by fast and there was little talking between them, although she did start to like him a bit more, it even felt like they were friends now.

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They were finally there, it was pretty early in the morning and not a lot of people were out. Theodore parted from Julie, and she was accompanied by an old woman who had a sour face, like she was constantly angry, but she was kind enough and spoke with a calm voice. It was good getting out of the train and finally being able to move, especially on such a warm and muggy day, the ground was wet and there was a moist feel to the air, it looked as if it has rained at night time.

The stylists awaited her arrival eagerly, the first thing they did when she got there was make her take a shower, she had perspired a lot since her last hunt and hadn't had the chance to bathe yet. When the stylists were finished with her she looked like a amazon warrior with a giant five painted on her shoulder pad, she was ready to go and meet the press.

Again she was accompanied with the sour looking woman, this time Theodore was there as well, a tall serious man following him. They ascended the stairs and met a bombardment of flashing lights, people were going crazy, and it barley passed midday.

"Julie! What's your opinion on the chances of winning?"
"Err... I'm not su-"
"Julie, how has it affected you being the daughter of a deaf dad?"
"Well it hasn't really-"
"Have you been waiting for this chance for a long time?"

Julie stopped answering as the questions came flooding in, people were so cruel. No one knew what it was like, standing here... No one except Theodore that is. She looked into a camera and signed, hoping her dad would see her. I love you.

Ellimist6 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ellimist6** on Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:31 am

(I guess I changed my district to district 6 if thats ok, which is a wood milling district. Just ignore my very first post i'll just start all over from the beginning.)

Brent stood towards the front of the town square as the names were being announced. The man calling the names just finished calling out district five and was going onto district six. He stood anixously though he looked very calm and patient waiting for the names to be called. The man reached into the bag and pulled out a name. He read it over and said, "we have our male contestant. His name is...", Brent closed his eyes waiting for the name. He hoped it would be him since he had been wanting to get into the hunger games for a few years now, "Brent Port," the man finished. Then he looked around the crowd for whoever it was.

He wasn't the only one who was looking around. The rest of the crowd looked around to see who this unlucky person was. Only a few knew about Brent and those were the people he worked with in the mill. He opened his eyes and made his way to the front. "Ah there you are" the man said eyeing Brent, "come this way and stand here for the moment." Brent did as the man told and waited as the man pulled another name out of the bucket this time it be a woman he called. Brent didn't pay much attention to the woman as his mind was on other things. About time they chose me to be in this thing. All I did was train and work, work and train and every year they called someone else until now, he thought. He didn't always want to join in the games, but ever since his father died, the last remainning family he ever had, he had nothing else other than the games.

The man annouced a few more things to the crowd then everyone started to spread out and head home. The woman walked over to her family and Brent headed home to get a few clothes packed because he didn't know what he would need when they got to the arena. His house wasn't that far from the square and in less than ten minutes he had been inside packed a few clothes in a bag and made sure he had his sword, his blade sharpener, and a wallet with him as he walked out the door not locking it behind him because he wouldn't be coming back anyways. Either he would be dead or he would win and have a brand new house.
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A few minutes later he was on the train heading towards the arena. He sat in a seat near the woman from his district, but neither of them spoke to each other. She was staring out the window and he was on the inner part of the train looking at the space in front of him. After a while the train came to a stop and Brent exited followed by a few others. He was introduced to a few people and one of them, a stylist named Hano, told him that Brent would have to be dressed up for the opening ceramony. Brent agreed though he would rather be dressed in what he was already in, but he followed Hano and after about two hours he was dressed in a nice black tux with a green buttoned-up shirt underneath the overcoat It looked a bit plain compared to the others, but it was more fancy than anything he ever wore before.

After the ceramony they had a dinner and all the other contestants were sitting and eating and chatting. The girl from his district was sitting alone at the end of a table and he sighed finally choosing to introduce himself. He walked over and sat down near her. "Hi, i'm Brent Port. I didn't catch your name earlier, do you mind telling me what it was again?" he said trying to form words that would make a good introduction though they were just barely passable. He waited to see if the girl would say anything.

(Sorry for such a long post but I had to make up for a lot. Hopefully this works now and everything will be fine. Once again sorry!)

demondicex · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **demondicex** on Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:27 pm

He looked down at the other end of the table. He saw a man with a short sword. if he rememberd corectly his name was Brent. He felt a strange ugre come over him. His bones trimbled. Was this the oponent he was looking for.His hands clintched. He looked over at the person next to him. It was the other fighter from his district. This was the first time he had ever seen her. He calmed down a little bit. This game would be over soon, Ether he'd live or die. He should make the best of it.

(my friends gona be the girl from my district, she said she'd ether sign up today or tomarrow. So please dont close down the Opinings yet.)

saranm · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **saranm** on Sun Apr 19, 2009 11:35 pm

((those from district 5 please respond to my last post))

Ellimist6 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ellimist6** on Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:18 am

(If anyone wants they can choose to make a character taking the place of the girl from my district at any time, but for now i'll just act like she is a npc and i'll control it, for now)

The girl lifted her head to look at the man in front of her. Her eyes were wet with a few tears that were being held back by shear force except for one that escaped the rest of the group and was rolling down her cheek. She wiped it away as Brent watched her struggle to take in a breath, "...I'm....i'm Jessica...Jessica Lamb," she said struggling with keeping her voice from shaking. Brent felt a bit simpathetic for her.

He reached over and carefully laid his hand on her delicate shoulder. "Well... its nice to meet you Jessica..." the rest of his words were lost in his mind and he just sat there staring at her. She stared at him a moment more and then dropped her head, looking back down at the table once again.

"I...I just want to be alone right now," she said still struggling to keep her voice steady. Brent understood and stood up letting his hand slide from her shoulder back to its resting place beside him. He turned and started walking back down the rows of tables looking from one person to another. Before he was out of earshot though he turned his head and said, "everythings going to be alright," hoping that his empty words would help her in some way.

He turned his head and continued to walk down the rows not even paying attention to anyone. He walked over to one of the walls and leaned against it looking around the room at all the people and the guards that were surveying the entire group. He sighed feeling anixous for this boring introduction to start and the real fighting to begin.

Hlanhalyer · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hlanhalyer** on Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:47 pm

Theodore Just stood as people asked him questions about himself, not answering, but glaring at the Capitol people trying to glean every drop of entertainment out of him. He would have none of i, just answering as simply as possible, keeping his voice low and his face blank.

After the duel with the reporters, Theodore was rushed into the room with his prep team and his stylist. She kept her hair simple and blond, it looked very natural, but you never know. She poked, prodded, and looked at his body. She dressed him in mottled green clothes and a cloak that made him look like ancient Celtic hunters. She had a team tattoo a five onto his face, the curl including his eyebrow and followed the arc of the eye socket. He was brought back to the group, and was approached by another guy.

I can help you escape, Nod if you are in.

"There is no way out, no possible way, you have seen what happened to District 13, and the Mutts they breed here will hunt you down, you have no chance." Theodore replied softly.

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