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Joseph Arkton

District 12 - male

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a character in “The Forgotten Games”, as played by Rhasslairiel

So begins...

Joseph Arkton's Story

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The square was far too crowded for his taste. This was his last year, and he had taken out hardly any tesserae since his family was small, and with them all working, they made enough money. He looked far older than he was, and his deep voice only contributed to that. He had had to grow up fast at a young age, and it seemed to be showing. The kids around him were shorter than him, most of them, and he easily had the most facial hair out of the boys there. Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned against a pole, crossing his arms in front of him. What was the point of worrying? There were far poorer people who had their names in there many more times than he did. And this was his last year. After now, he could go work in the coal mines and never have to attend another one of these ridiculous reapings.

When Amabelle's name was called, he felt his chest constrict just a little bit. He liked the girl. She had a spark and a fire to her, something that a lot of people in District 12 couldn't say, so humbled were they by the hunger and the abuse. But she had held onto it. Everyone knew that her father was touchin her, that he was crazy, but no one really did anything about it. They had their own problems right?

"And now onto the gentlemen!" the painted Capitol woman cried, and reached down into the round container, plucking a paper out after ruffling them around a little bit. She opened it up, held it out in front of her face. "Our male tribute from District 12--Joseph Arkton!"

What? It took him a few moments to come to his senses and stand straight, pushing himself off of the pole and staring up at the stage. "What?" he repeated and was pushed forward by someone's small, sturdy hands. He looked behind him to see a small, twelve year old girl, pressing her hands on him. "That's you... go... before you embarrass yourself," she said sympathetically. Such wisdom for someone so small. He sighed and began making his way to the stage, mind already moving into a plan of survival. He would do whatever it takes.

He took his place on the stage beside Amabelle, his back stiff, his head spinning, heart pounding. Where's Haymitch...? he wondered. Figured though, the man was always wasted out of his mind. It wouldn't be like him to actually show up to the reaping. This only made him more angry and he clenched his fists.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton

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Joseph and Amabelle stood together on the stage as the children were herded away by the peacekeepers. She could hear her brother yelling. Or was it just her imagination? No. She could see him sprinting toward the stage before he got caught in the stomach by one of the Peacekeepers. They told him he'd be allowed to see Amabelle during our hour of goodbyes.

Amabelle didn't remember how she made it to the room, or how she forced herself to listen to what her brother had to say, the advice he gave her. Their father stood behind him and, before they left, touched her face very lightly before turning on his heel and walking out the door. No one else had the heart to come see her. Her hands shook, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. But she had to be strong. She had to show the people behind the cameras and in front of the television screen that she has a fighting chance. Not to mention, Nicholas. She had to show him that she could make it . She needed sponsors if she had any chance of winning at all. But as she thought back to Joseph's thick frame, his muscles, his angry demeanor she began to think she didn't stand a chance.

She wiped her eyes on the hem of her dress standing up straight as she was lead out the front of the building and around to the train station. The cameras flashed, reporters yelled questions to her, but she said nothing. She looked right past them, and in the dim sunlight over the two tributes walking onto their train to death, a single tear fell.

"Don't talk to me, don't even look at me right now," Joseph snapped at her when she opened her mouth to say something, anything, to him. He turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Amabelle heard the faint sound of someone vomiting in another room. Haymitch. Ugh.

All of the tributes up until after this year were allowed on the same train, two cars for each District, one for sleeping and one for eating/discussion. After this year, however, there was to be no more sharing of train space. After the betrayal of the tributes to the Capitol. Amabelle stood by the window as they passed District 11, the train reaching the station behind their own Justice Building. She stared out the window, praying for just once glimpse of him. They hadn't seen the other reapings on television yet. But maybe he'd seen hers on the television and came to give her a look. Just one look before she went to die.

It was at that moment that she recognized his walk, as he boarded the train, the cameras all around. She shook her head, it couldn't be. No. No way...

((No worries, I loved it. Sorry mine was so short. I wanted to get to the train so the characters can interact.))

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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Diana watched as Nicholas and the girl fled to his private room, probably best. The Capitol escort came forward and she gave him a smile.
"Nicholas has gone to his room for a little while, it's probably best to leave him and let the shock wear off," she lied smoothly. After he agreed she stopped listening to him, but he said something about going for a lie down himself, then he was gone. Now she was bored, getting up she went to investigate the doors. As she thought, they were locked at one side and the door the District 12 tribute came through wasn't. She'd probably picked the lock. Well, she hadn't relocked them. Curiously Diana wandered back into the District 12 part. There should be a boy in here somewhere, he may not be very accommodating, she would be ready to leave at a moment’s notice. Still she moved through the train easily, inspecting every little thing to see if it was different to her carriage and nibbling on one of their pieces of bread. After she'd looked around here maybe she'd try getting into the District 10 carriage, had other tributes every tried this? Still, she was pretty safe, tributes weren't allowed to fight before the arena, but not everyone followed that rule.

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Joseph lied in his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. He hadn't taken off the black denim pants and boots, along with the maroon button up shirt yet. Why would he want to wear the stupid Capitol's clothing? Feeling restless and numb, her stood up and began pacing the room.

He still couldn't believe his name had been chosen. What had he done to deserve this? With his name only in there, what?, 7? Maybe 8 times? His mind was whirring with conspiracies. There must have been a mistake. There must have been something wrong. He could deny

However, over all else, what lingered in his mind was that he was going to have to kill Amabelle. He was going to have to kill any of the girls. He understood that tributes had done it before him, and that in the moment he could probably do it. But these were kids. They hadn't even gotten a chance to live yet, and they were all sent to die? And what about the Careers? They had been trained their entire lives to kill off the poor little tributes from the other Districts. The Capitol couldn't like it that much if the precious Capitol puppets from District 1 and 2 all died and a little victor from District 12 tricked them, just like Haymitch had. He breathed out his mouth heavily, and shook his head. "Let's just keep focused on staying alive, shall we?" he asked himself and went to the door, his stomach rumbling. As he opened it, he caught a glimpse of a girl, wandering around their District car. With a bit of a frown, he closed his door behind him, examining her. She definitely wasn't a Capitol slave. An Avox maybe? He scratched the back of his neck, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, not aggressively, but with a cool edge to his voice, raising an eyebrow.

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Diana nearly jumped out of her skin, she hadn't been paying attention. She looked towards the voice and found a boy standing there watching her. Wait, was it all right to call him a boy? He looked old enough to have finished the reaping’s didn't he? But he wasn't wearing Capitol clothes, maybe she was just to use to all the petite people from District 11.
"Hi," She said, having regained her presence of mind, "I'm just looking around. I'm from District 11, Diana Merrygold. Nice to meet you." She offered her hand to him as she said it. She should be polite, then again they were both tributes. What was the introduction procedure with someone you could be fighting to the death with in the near future? Who knows, but this seems like a good start, so long as he didn't crush her hand, but District 11 and 12 weren't really known for being overzealous about the games.

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Joseph stared at this girl. She was small, rather pretty, actually. He sighed and figured he might as well be kind of polite. He reached his hand out and took hers into a firm handshake, that he thought would crush her hand if he wasn't careful. He gave it one firm shake, and nodded his head. "I'm Joseph." he said in a gruff voice. "I'm the male tribute from District 12. Nice to meet you, I guess." He said and brushed past her, walking to the window where the buffet of food had been put. She was very pretty, now that he had looked at her closer, but he couldn't afford to think like that. When it was apparent that she wasn't going anywhere, he gestured to the food.

"Want some?" he asked. In all honesty, he didn't really know what to do in social situations. How to hold a party, how to make a friend. He got by on intimidation, to hide the fact that he's actually not that great at talking to people. He cleared his throat. "I can't believe how much food they're giving us here." he added, and shrugged his shoulders.

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"I know!" Diana replied, walking over to him, "It actually tastes pretty good to, but I can't eat too much of it. It's all pretty rich and I don't want to make myself sick. Still, a little bit's ok." She looked over the food on his table, recognising some from her section. She looked over at some little cup cakes with icing flowers on top.
"Oh, these ones are good," She said excitedly, picking up the cake. She looked over at Joseph, he seemed a little uncomfortable. Without thinking she plucked the flower from her cake and offered it to him.
"You should try this, it's really good," She said with a smile.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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((No worries.))

"Why would you send me back?" she shot back at him, hissing in pain as he pushed her and she ran into the dresser against the wall, "So I can go back to getting violated by my father, and let my brother stand around and do nothing. They don't meed me. No one back home needs me. You have a family. A family that loves you. A family that needs you. No one needs me." a tear leaked out of her eye and she furiously wiped it away. There would be no tears. "If you keep me alive, you die, and I can't live with that for one single day." she said, her voice hoarse as he picked up her hands.

"Nicholas, please..." she turned to pleading but suddenly, a thought dawned on her. "What if..." she mumbled, "Nicholas what if it's no mistake we're here?" she looked up at him and met his eyes, "What if they knew? About us? And made sure we would be tributes, to make an example of us?"

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Joseph gave a tiny smile, taking the flower from her hand and putting it into his mouth. It was sweet, and coated his mouth with a thick substance. He gathered up saliva in his mouth, swallowing the last of it down as it stuck to his throat.
"You trying to fatten me up so I'm easy to kill?" It was supposed to be a joke, and he chuckled a little bit at it, but he worried that she would be offended. But what was the point of lying? They could pretend to be friends, for a little while, and that's fine, but at the end of it, they were all going to die. All but one.

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"No," Diana replied honestly, Joseph didn't seem too bad, though that made her kind of sad, "No point really is there? Besides I'd rather not start out on my own, so it'd be nice to make at least one friend, or ally, if you prefer. And, personally, I'd rather avoid the Careers. They're scary." She wasn't sure what made her say all that, but she was always looking for friends back home. Of course she wouldn't be surprised if he told her to go away, she knew it was a bad idea to have friends in the ring and she didn't exactly look like she would last long. She was a realist, some of the time at least.
"Hey, if you want me to leave I can," She offered, nibbling on her cake uncomfortably. Maybe she really wasn't suited for any of this? Suddenly she was desperate to go home and be working in the trees again. She missed Jace. The shock must be wearing off.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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((What... the fuck... Sorry all. I posted like two days ago and I guess it didn't post...? I dunno. I haven't gotten a chance to check til now because the new quarter has started at college, so, sorry again!!!))
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((Yeah, that's part of it, the other part is in this post. :D))

"I will never, ever move to the capitol to become something like a slave to that horrid President Snow," she said roughly, even the simple thought of her moving to the Capitol and painting herself up like a class a freak made her feel sick. "My father can't live without me... I can't live without you," Amabelle said firmly, but gave up on the subject. They would just have to see what happened, she guessed. But for now, she didn't want to go on through these petty arguments over whose life was more important to preserve.

"It'll make us targets," she replied, "OR, it'll make people afraid, or want to join us." she lifted an eyebrow, nodding her head a few times. "I don't want to hide anymore, Nicholas. Our entire childhood of being friends, and now I love you..." she kissed his cheek, "If these are our last days together. Either one or both of us are going to die in that arena. If we have to be separated--" her voice cracked and she wiped one of her eyes, "I want to spend--" she lost it again, and looked down, before taking a deep, deep breath. She opened her mouth to start again, but she suddenly froze, staring off into space.

"Nicholas..." she said absently, "Nicholas, what if we don't have to die?" she said, turning her eyes to look at his face. "What if we can make it out...? Alive?"

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A friend... an ally. Joseph ran his hand through his hair, before his face breaking into the first smile that had appeared since his name had been called during the reaping. "You want to be an ally with me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" He didn't really have friends back home. He went to school, went to work, and went home to see his family. But outside of that he was kind of like a loaner.

"No, no," he said, "I don't want you to leave." He shoved the rest of the cake into his mouth, before walking over and holding out his big hand for her to shake, "Partners?" he asked. Maybe even he could get Amabelle to join them, he'd always liked that girl, even though he didn't know her very well.

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Diana immediately picked up the smile, even before he started speaking.
“Partners,” She agreed happily, shaking his hand again, “And why wouldn’t I want to team up with you?” She almost turned the handshake into a hug before remembering that hugs from random people tended to make others uncomfortable. Oh well, handshakes were good too.
“Hey, any idea how long till we get to the Capitol?” She asked suddenly, looking out the window, then she remembered something, “Possibly more importantly, how much trouble do you think we’d get in if a someone caught me in the District 12 section?” She wasn’t overly worried, because as a tribute they were actually fairly safe. Until the actual games started. On the other hand, the Capitol people may be funny looking, but they were also kind of scary. Not that she’d tell anyone.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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But, of course, nothing was that easy with Amabelle. She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms. "Fine," she said, almost sounding angry. "I'm going to find a way to fix this, with or without your help." she said after a long pause. The shock of the fact that she was here was beginning to wear off and she was in danger of losing herself to her emotions, which put her in a very unstable state. She started to walk toward the door. "If you don't want to help me, fine," she said. Outbursts like this were not uncommon for Amabelle, her temper was short, and she knew that Nicholas knew that.

"You're so hell-bent on dying? This doesn't have to be like this anymore. We can do something about it. I know there's something we can do." Amabelle reached her hand out and yanked the door open, "I'll see you at dinner," before slipping through the door and making her way over to the District 12 car, slamming the door behind her.

What she saw made her jump in surprise. She didn't expect to see anyone in there.

"Oh, hello Joseph," she said, not awkwardly, but warily. She looked at the girl in the room with him. "And you are?" she asked in the most friendly way she could.

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"Well, I dunno," he answered as he dropped her hand. He thought she was very charming, far more socially inept than him, and she was not bad on the eyes. "There aren't a lot of victors from District 12." He continued to answer her question, "Well, we have dinner tonight. I think we should be there by tomorrow sometime. I think. Our prep teams and stylists are coming in to meet us in the morning, or am I wrong?" their Capitol escort hadn't told them the schedule yet. He figured that was a discussion for dinner.

He glanced up in alarm when Amabelle came storming in. "What's got you so hyped up?" he asked her, trying to be a bit more friendly to her. He looked at Diana questioningly, as if asking her if it would be all right for him to add her to their group. So far, he knew, though, that if it came down to the two girls and himself, he would win. It was a shame to put it that way, but it was true. He just might make it out of this after all.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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"Hi, I'm Diana, from District 11," Diana offered, slightly wary of the girl, who looked kind of pissed off, "You ok? Is Nicholas being all self-sacrificial? I heard he can be like that, from some other girls, but only if it's someone really important to him. Like his siblings. Don't stay pissed off to long ok? It's just the way he is, he means well, probably. I don't actually know him that well. I'm rambling aren't I? I'll shut up now."
She clamped her mouth shut, but gave Joseph a small nod when she noticed his look. She didn't mind, more people was good, and from the two people she'd met who knew this girl it seemed like she'd be pretty nice. Of course you couldn't always judge people by the company they kept. She also wasn't sure how accommodating she'd be, maybe she should leave. The constant state of unease was not something she wanted to get used to.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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Amabelle's face immediately changed from angry to as welcoming as she could make it. She resisted her urge to tell the girl that she probably knew him better than this girl did, but she didn't say anything, because that would have been rude. When she noticed the look Joseph gave her, he knew all about her temper from school, she understood that as a sign to shut up and be nice. "I'm Amabelle," she said, giving a firm handshake, "Nice to meet you. And no, it's nothing, just... well it's been hard on everyone." she lied smoothly and gave a smile. She listened to Diana mention rambling, and immediately shook her head. "You're gonna need a lot more confidence than that." she said and winked her eye. "Don't worry about it. We don't judge."

She flickered her eyes from Diana's face to Joseph's face as Diana nodded to him. They were keeping something from her. Maybe she should just leave... "Well it was nice meeting you, see you at--"

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"Amabelle," Joseph' deep, strong voice cut her off. "Would you like to be our ally? In the arena?" He watched as Amabelle's face went from surprised to thoughtful and, finally, her face broke into a smile. "I'd love to," she said.

Joseph gave a sigh of relief, for more than one reason. One, he was glad she was joining. She wasn't so bad, again, he knew he'd reminded himself about that ten times by now, and even more often as he had heard her temper outbursts and loud mouth in school. More people were good anyways. Two, if she had found out they were in an alliance and didn't decide to join, that might be dangerous for him and Diana.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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Diana smiled, this was going well. Plus, it was nice to finally know Amabelle's name. It was nice to know she was going to have some help in the arena that wasn't from Careers, which, if she'd been desperate, she may have tried. She'd been telling the truth when she said they were scary though, they were raised to kill people after all.
"So, I'm thinking I'm going to look over the Reaping's," She said suddenly, becoming slightly more serious, "It'd be nice to know something about the people we're up against before we get there." She headed towards the door but didn't leave yet.
"See you guys latter," She said hesitantly, she kind of wanted to ask if there was anything she should tell Nicholas but the smart part of her said not to get involved.

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"It was, pretty cool actually," Diana replied, searching the compartment to find a pencil and paper. Once she found them she turned to Nicholas again, "Hey, you don't mind if I watch the Reaping’s do you?" She was already at the tv, all she needed was to figure out how it worked, it was far more deluxe than the ones back home, and to see if he was ok with it. If not she could just go watch it in her room. Either way she was going to sit down and watch the Reaping’s. Really it should have been the first thing she did, but then she wouldn't have met Joseph. That would definitely have been a downer. Besides the fact that she'd been chosen to participate in these stupid games, she was actually pretty happy with the way things were going.

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((For anyone confused, at the District Dinner, all the tributes are going to have dinner together on the train. It's going to be filmed as well))

"I'll see you at the District Dinner," Amabelle said to Joseph when she peeked out to notice the girl from District 11 was gone, and turned to walk back into her room. Upon going inside, she sat on the bed, and brought her knees up to her chest, and began to think. She was not just going to be a pawn, a piece for them to throw aside while they exhibit power over the rest of the nation. No way. She stood up, and walked over to the drawers, pulling out a grey dress and pulling it on, accenting it with a red belt, shoes, and hairpiece, she looked in the mirror before touching up her face as best she could with what little she knew about makeup. That was going to have to do. The dress was tight to her until her waist, where it flowed out. It ended just above her knees, and the shoes that she had chosen made her look taller and better shaped. She fixed the high collar of the dress before exiting the room. Joseph was already there waiting for her, and she took his arm, and they made their way toward the last car on the train, for the dinner.

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Joseph had no idea how to put on this damn red tie. Finally, he just let it hang around his neck, as he adjusted the white collar under the black jacket, accented with red. His boots were his. He wasn't about to put his feet into anything that belonged to the Capitol. Sighing, really trying not to think of anything, he straightened his jacket and met Amabelle outside of her room. Together, they walked into the District Dinner car, and waited both for the flashing cameras to stop, and for the other tributes to get there. He listened to Amabelle tell the reporters how much of an honor it was to represent District 12, blah blah blah same old lies, and he took his place in front of the camera to do the same.

"Out of the two of you, who do you think would win?" the reporter asked, and held the microphone to his lips. He took a long pause, and looked at Amabelle's face, who was tense. He looked back and gave the camera the most dazzling smile he could.

"Oh, me for sure."

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Spark Nix Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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Diana smiled back at Nicholas, until she noticed the clock on the other side of the wall.
"Well, maybe after the dinner," She said turning to look at the door to her room with slight horror, "We wouldn't want to miss that now would we? I can't believe I have to wear their clothes." She grumbled the last part under her breathe, heading towards the door already. She was careful to shut the door behind her, and was immediately grateful, as when she open the cupboard her jaw nearly hit the floor. Why did they have so many clothes? Why had they given her so many clothes? Why were they basically all dresses?
For a moment she just stared grumpily at the rows of dresses before pulling herself together. If she was going to get back to Jace she needed to look good. Thankfully the dresses were easy to move through. She pushed through a number of brightly coloured dresses that hurt her eyes if she looked at them too long and pulled out a few different ones. They ranged from green to blue. The first thing she did was remove all the revealing ones, severely lessening her choice. Eventually she chose an emeral green one with a simple design that was light and flowed over her legs. She pulled a pair of shorts on as well, simply because it made her more comfortable. She organised her hair so that it was out of her face but still pretty loose and showy. She didn't go anywhere near the makeup, she'd never liked the stuff.
Organised she left her room and decided to wait for Nicholas. She still needed to get used to her dress anyway, and her shoes which she actually quite liked. They were a nice shade of brown, with a little bit of heel and did up with ribbons tied up her legs. She liked them, but they were still odd because she was used to much more stable shoes.
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Spark was dresses in a Capitol tux. He didn't like it, it was stiff and uncomfortable. He added his belt though, he wasn't sure what would be made of that but he wasn't about to leave it behind. Besides that, his Reaping toy was still in the pouch attached to it and that in itself was comforting. He'd still seen nothing of the female tribute, whoever she was-he probably should have paid more attention-so he headed off without her. The cameras were on him almost immediately and, amazingly, he got through it pretty calmly. They were fairly basic questions. He imagined it'd be worse at the actual interview, that's when they'd ask him the personal questions, that's the one he had to be ready for. One of the people commented on his belt, and, lost in the questions as he was, he answered with an easy smile.
"A reminder of why I need to get home. I have to give the tools back sometime right?" He got a few laughs from the camera crew before they moved on. It was a good thing they did, he was fighting the urge to start pulling the cameras apart like he had a number of other things back in his compartment. He sat himself in one of the closest seats, without even thinking about the other two tributes in the room.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Spark Nix Character Portrait: Bridget Grace Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Gemstone Roseling Character Portrait: Ian Harding

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"Not at all," replied Ian, "Isn't that the point of this half of the games? Oh, we should get ready for dinner. If you want to stand out better start now." He headed towards his room, turning to her just before he closed the door.
"I'm going to change, I don't mind if we go to dinner together or not, you can decide," He said before moving into his room. He wasn't one for words, he was only going to wear a simple outfit anyway. He had the right build to get away with the 'strong silent type', so he'd use that to his advantage.
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Gem finished of his outfit by pulling on a pair of gloves and tucking his rose into his shirt. At the very least he knew how to dress excellently, the light brown leather fit him perfectly, maybe he'd even get on with his stylist. He entered the District Dinner car without any hesitation, receiving the expected ambush of cameras and microphones. He smiled lightly, not appearing over excited. One final question, how did he feel about being able to visit the Capitol? Asked by a female reporter.
"Well," he replied, pulling another rose apparently from thin air, "If everyone there is as beautiful as you, I see no reason for it to be anything but the best time of my life."
Oh, swoon, He thought non-committedly as the ditzy woman blinked and clutched the rose. They were so easy to lie to, surely that wasn't good for the supposed heads of their society. Oh well, not his problem. He'd given her a real rose, unlike his own, which was a fake made by District 1. He'd decided that would be his token from home, but he'd always been good at manipulating people, it was just that much easier with women if there were flowers involved. He looked over the table at his current company. He hadn't actually watched the Reaping’s yet, but he had matched faces to districts. So, it was currently himself, both from 12 and the boy from 3. He sat towards the head of the table, putting himself closer to the boy from 3 than the two from 12.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Spark Nix Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Gemstone Roseling Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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Diana was getting more uncomfortable the more she thought about what she was going to do. To put is simply, she had no idea. Still, when Nicholas re-entered the room her usual smile graced her face with hardly any effort.
"I'm not really sure," She told him honestly, "Isn't your mentor supposed to help us with that? But I'm trying not to overthink it, it makes me nervous and fidgety. So I'm afraid I may not be much help in finding an angle for you, but you’re a nice guy. Every one back home likes you, I'm sure you'll think of something." She wasn't fond of lying most of the time, and she was being honest about the people back home. The only time she ever heard a word against him was from the guys who were jealous of him, they were actually pretty entertaining to listen to.
"C'mon, I'm sure it'll be fine," she told him with a comforting smile, "Just smile and pretend like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Anyway want to head down together?"
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Spark sat uncomfortably paring at the other tributes. He didn't know where they came from, everyone had changed into Capitol clothes. Still, the two who were here when he arrived seemed to know each other. They were probably from the same district, and the boy who'd arrived after him seemed far too comfortable in the flashy clothes, not to mention his odd accessory. Probably District 1, maybe, he had no clue. What was he meant to do here? Why hadn't he watched the Reaping's? Oh yeah, he was too busy dismantling and repairing every electronic thing he could get his hands on. He was going to have to curb that habit.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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Amabelle looked up as Nicholas walked in, watched him, and she folded her hands on her lap. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in each person as best she could, but she had never been good at learning people's faces and name in big groups. She gave up, and began taking each person in as best she could, learning each of their faces as best she could, but gave up on trying to learn their names. She met eyes with Nicholas once, and almost froze rigid in her seat. Quickly, she looked down at the bowl that an Avox had placed in front of her with soup in it. She was starving, but she didn't really have a stomach for any food right now. Her hands were shaking, but the rest of her sat as still as she could. Amabelle glanced over at Joseph. He certainly didn't seem to be finding an issue in looking laid back, as usual. She wondered if he was worried. Even with the alliance that they had, she knew that only one came out. Only one was going to make it through. While they all played house and pretended to be friends, they were all secretly plotting to kill each other. She tried to look intimidating, and with the last remnants of her temper from earlier did make her look rather angry. She guessed she knew what she was going for.

She had a fiery tongue and a snappy demeanor. She wasn't mean, but she was definitely something of a firecracker. She looked up, and continued to examine the room. Amabelle crossed one leg over the other, and rested her elbow on her knee. She tapped her red painted fingernails on her cheek, and tried to look as confident and composed as possible.

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Joseph, on the other hand, just looked passive. He leaned back in his seat, and picked at his teeth with a toothpick. He was used to looking handsome and laid back, as that was what he did best. He looked over to Amabelle, who he caught looking at her. He winked at her and reached out to pat her leg lightly, before leaning back in his seat again. The food in front of him looked good, and smelled even better, but he didn't eat it. He waited for all of the district tributes to sit down. There was probably going to be some kind of speech, and then they were going to be left to their conversation and meal. When he saw Diana, he smiled at her. She pulled off the little interview flawlessly, or so he thought, and he gave her a little encouraging nod if she looked his way.

But inside, he was plotting. He was sizing everyone up, noting their weaknesses, their strengths, their demeanor. Inside his head, he was figuring out the best way to kill them.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Spark Nix Character Portrait: Nicholas Bray Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Gemstone Roseling Character Portrait: Diana Merrygold

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Someone shot her a question about relationships back home and Diana just laughed warmly.
"No way," She answered honestly, "None of the guys back home gave me a second glance. Besides, they're all more like brothers to me." Plus they probably think of me as a brother, but that wouldn't win her any support. This was a fair bit easier than she expected, she hardly had to lie at all. Waving to the cameras she followed behind Nicholas as they moved towards the table. She noticed Joseph and Amabelle and gave them a smile, which wouldn't really stand out since she was smiling at everyone. She'd been hoping to watch the Reaping’s before coming face to face with the other tributes, now she didn't know anyone. Except Amabelle and Joseph, obviously. She sat down next to a guy wearing a tool belt, and smiled kindly at him.
"Hi," She said, without any hesitation, "I'm Diana, District 11."
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Spark nearly jumped out of skin when the girl started talking to him. He'd been trying to work out why District 1 had stood up.
"Spark," He replied, nodding to her, "District 3, and before you ask, yes, that is my real name. Don’t worry, I don't know what my parents were thinking either." This girl was pretty easy to talk to, and also seemed very confident. Like no matter what happened, she'd still be able to give that ridiculously realistic smile. Maybe it was a real smile? That was even weirder.

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Amabelle sat, as composed and collected as possible. She didn't trust herself to try and talk to people, make strangers friends, but instead she just sat there like a cat on a hunt, looking at the district tributes with an almost dark look. She noticed when Nicholas sat directly in front of her, and stared at her. She didn't look at him for a long time, but rather continued to stare at a spot in the middle of the table. She reached up with one finger, the nails painted red, and scratched her nose awkwardly. He was still looking at her.

She finally raised her bright eyes to look at him, and met his eyes. She sat there again for a long moment, looking at him. She had been haunted all day by the thought of him dead, on a forest floor, or in a desert, or in the mouth of a beast. Amabelle swallowed, and broke from her cold stare, to one that was more tender. The corners of her mouth lifted very slightly in a little smile. She didn't want to be angry with him, didn't want to have very possibly their last days together be filled with anger and regret.

Amabelle's eyes flickered with recognition and she gritted her teeth when she saw Haymitch stumbling in. She didn't much approve of this man, and she knew if he kept acting like this, they had no chance. She stood up in one fluent motion, and moved over to Haymitch, who was looking green. "'Think I'm in the wrong room..." he mumbled and Amabelle pushed him almost roughly out the door.

"That's right you're in the wrong room. You're making Joseph and I look like idiots. Tomorrow I'm taking the alcohol from you, so you better drink it all now, and hope for your sake that you don't drink yourself into a coma," she said roughly, "There's no way I'm going to die in the arena because you can't get your head out of the bottle." she took the bottle from him, and dropped it in the nearby trash. She felt Joseph behind her, and listened as he spoke. Haymitch finally stared at the two, "Well, looks like we've got a firecracker here, don't we?" he said, and leaned into the trash to pick up the bottle, dust the trash off of it, and raised the bottle in something of a toast to them. "See you in the morning, kids," he said, teasingly, and turned to head out of the dinner car, and back to wherever he had been the past day or so. Amabelle ran her hand over her face, and Joseph took her hand in his and led her back to the table. His face was stony, and Amabelle was trying to hide her blushing, as they walked back through the cameras, the flashing lights, ignored all the questions, and then made to sit back down in her seat.

Besides. She was going to get them out of this, wasn't she? She sure planned on it. She wondered who she could trust with her plan. Who she could trust with the plans her brother and she had been making for years, since she was twelve. Amabelle would have to think about that one.

She was snapped back into attention by the high pitched: "Okay everyone!" by the purple woman who had been brightly standing in the corner til now.

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He smiled when he saw Diana, still making friends. He watched as she spoke to the kid with the toolbelt. He wondered if she was going to add more people to the alliance that they had created. There were, what, 24 of them? Surely a group of 3 wasn't going to make it for very long. He just hoped she chose the right people. Like Amabelle, he didn't really feel like talking to these people. He hadn't watched the reapings yet, and he didn't know much about the people here, and lord knew he wasn't good at making friends. So he just stood there, the nearness of Amabelle actually helping him, and he hoped he was helping her as well. He continued to pick his teeth with the toothpick.

Joseph saw Haymitch before Amabelle did. He sat in his seat, watching with cold eyes as Haymitch looked out the window in the entrance-way before stumbling over and retching over a trash can, before he made his way to the door of the dining room. He scowled when Haymitch came through the door and mumbled something. Amabelle brushed by him when she got up, and he looked at her for a moment before pushing back his chair and sliding by everyone. His thick, muscular frame, slid easily enough behind the chairs until he was following her out the door.

"because you can't get your head out of the bottle..." Joseph came to stand just behind and a bit to the right of Amabelle. "You're our mentor," he said, not pleadingly, but with less anger than Amabelle did. "You're supposed to help us, not try to forget that you're here. This is how it is," he said, "and no amount of drinking is going to change that. So you might as well get over it." He went with Amabelle back to the car, not responding to Haymitch when he spoke to them and toasted them. He sat back down next to her.

"Okay everyone!"

Joseph leaned a bit more forward in his seat, the toothpick still wedged in between his teeth. He noticed Amabelle fidget a little bit.

"Welcome to the District Dinner!" the Capitol woman's voice was high pitched and accented. Whose escort was she? Was she even an escort at all? "I hope you're all getting along well. It's time to make the introductions! We'll just go around the table. Why don't you tell us your name, what district you're from and... let's make it fun, shall we? One interesting thing about yourself!" What, did she think this was a game. Joseph choked down his sound of disgust, but coudn't hide the scowl on his face.

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((I don't know who we're sitting next to, so I'm just going to go cuz I haven't posted in a while. :P))

What the hell did this Capitol woman think this was? A joke. Amabelle did not bother to hide the roll of her eyes that came when the woman spoke. She watched each member of the dinner group introduce themselves, and waited for her turn. Awkwardly, there was a long silent pause after the last one had gone, as if it seemed like the next person in line had frozen up or something, or maybe they just didn't want to go next. Who said they had to go down the line anyways. Amabelle cleared her throat and let out a quiet "um," to indicate she was going to speak. "Hello everyone," she said, and though her eyes were fiery, and her demeanor challenging, she spoke in a tone that was quite polite. "I'm Amabelle Nightwood. I'm from District 12. And an interesting thing about me?" she turned her eyes to the Capitol escort, as if she had forgotten, and received an enthusiastic nod. "Back home, I bend metal into jewelry, like my mother used to do." That was all the personal insight she was about to give them. That was it. She was not offering the Capitol anymore of her family story, although she knew there were probably reporters at her door right now, talking about her mother, playing some sob story on the television. Good. She was a survivor, and she wanted possible sponsors to see that. But not here, here in front of these cameras she was not going to bring up her mother.

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Joseph, as always, could be depended on to be collected and cool. He took the toothpick out of his teeth before giving a wave with his big hand to everyone in the room. "How's it goin?" he asked, not really as a question, but more a greeting, "I'm Joseph, Joseph Arkton. I'm also from District 12 and ... well shit ..." he said and shrugged his shoulders, "My interesting fact would be... well I guess I'm just a real interesting guy."

This earned a bit of laughter from Amabelle, and he thanked her for that. In fact, he had been feeling very awkward about talking to everyone, and it was true that he did not think that there was anything particularly interesting about himself. No matter, though, he had pulled it off well enough. He leaned back in his chair again, wedged the toothpick between his teeth, and waited for someone else to go.

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Amabelle gave the tiniest flicker of a smile to the Spark boy, and went to write on her own napkin before her fork was knocked to the ground. Quickly realizing it to be a signal from Nicholas, she gave an innocent giggle and reached down under the table, she leaned her lips in close to his ear, before giving him a little wink. "We're fighting back, getting out of here," she whispered very, very quietly into his ear before disappearing back up to her seat before she gave Nicholas a chance to react to her.

She gave them all a smile, before leaning over her own napkin again. In bold, curved handwriting she lifted it back up to him.

GET RID OF THEM. OR, IF THERE ARE TOO MANY, I WANT US ALL TO MEET TOGETHER WHERE THE CAPITOL CAN'T HEAR US.

She leaned over her napkin as she flipped it over before holding it up one more time.

HEAR ME OUT. ALL I'M ASKING.

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Joseph, this entire time, was watching his District partner with a bemused expression. So it was true, what a firecracker she was. She had some balls, too, doing something like this where it was so dangerous. He smiled though. He was down to meet. So that everyone could see him, he nodded firmly, his hair bouncing around his chin and ears as he made his nod very obvious.