Introduction
Rue is twelve and lives in District 12. On the day of the reaping she gets picked.
I need 23 other people that will be in the games(tributes). I need 12 stylists. 12 mentors to help train the tributes before the games. A interviewer person. The game keepers.
District 1
Boy-
Girl-
District 2
boy-
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District 3-
boy-
girl- Harper
District 4
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girl- Iris
District 5
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District 6
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District 7
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District 8
boy-
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District 9
boy-
girl-
District 10
boy-
girl-
district 11
boy-
girl-
District 12
boy-Jack
girl- Rue
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mentors
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I need 23 other people that will be in the games(tributes). I need 12 stylists. 12 mentors to help train the tributes before the games. A interviewer person. The game keepers.
District 1
Boy-
Girl-
District 2
boy-
girl-
District 3-
boy-
girl- Harper
District 4
boy-
girl- Iris
District 5
boy-
girl-
District 6
boy-
girl-
District 7
boy-
girl-
District 8
boy-
girl-
District 9
boy-
girl-
District 10
boy-
girl-
district 11
boy-
girl-
District 12
boy-Jack
girl- Rue
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Rue walked out into the clearing of district 12. She sighed looking around. It was reaping day. The day they would pick two children a boy and a girl from each district to play in the hunger games a fight to the death. She thought she wouldn't get picked. She doesnt really know yet but since its her first year she thinks she wont.
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Aw, shit...oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit! That was about all that ran through Jack's mind as he shot through the forest like a ghost in the dark, moving so fast he was having trouble keeping up with himself. A sound like a banshee came shrieking thorugh the air and made Jack stop to cover his ears. It'd be better for the situation if he could just become deaf, but that would screw up his life. He'd rather be dead.
A drone, about a head in size and general shape, sank lazily through the trees right in front of Jack. The air was pulsating with the sound now, and Jack knew he'd probably die if his arms moved at all. Instead of working a weapon, he jumped off his tree and landed on the drone, then kicked his heel into the speakers or whatever was making the terrible noise. Thankfully, the entire drone fell into the foliage just as Jack hopped off. He took a moment to breathe, then pulled off the bandana that'd previously occupied his face. Jack hadn't been caught yet, and he intended to keep it that way.
Now free of drones, Jack made a fast way north, then back into District Twelve. Of course, no one saw him. Still, Jack was careful to move quickly, but miscalculated and almost barreled into Rue. He caught himself and the small girl before they fell and nodded in appology, "Sorry."
A drone, about a head in size and general shape, sank lazily through the trees right in front of Jack. The air was pulsating with the sound now, and Jack knew he'd probably die if his arms moved at all. Instead of working a weapon, he jumped off his tree and landed on the drone, then kicked his heel into the speakers or whatever was making the terrible noise. Thankfully, the entire drone fell into the foliage just as Jack hopped off. He took a moment to breathe, then pulled off the bandana that'd previously occupied his face. Jack hadn't been caught yet, and he intended to keep it that way.
Now free of drones, Jack made a fast way north, then back into District Twelve. Of course, no one saw him. Still, Jack was careful to move quickly, but miscalculated and almost barreled into Rue. He caught himself and the small girl before they fell and nodded in appology, "Sorry."
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Iris delivered the other fighter in the ring a neat roundhouse kick, ducking in to hit the 18-year old with a smooth sucker punch. He keeled over, groaning, as she stood, backing out of the arena. Her trainers yelled praises at her as they all sprinted to the reaping, not wanting to miss it. Carefully, as she ran, Iris pulled her brown hair out of it's ponytail to fly around her face. It was much better that way.
Finally, she arrived just in time. She was herded in with the others, waiting, waiting. Her name was called and it all went by so fast, so fast, that she shuffled to the front amongst cheers and her parents smiled through their tears, hoping, no, believing she would win. Iris didn't want this, no, no it was bad, very bad, she could die or kill people and it wasn't good, it was very bad.
She didn't have time to herself for a while until the train, and her thoughts sorted themselves out to a realistic jabber. This was her job now. Iris had to return.
Finally, she arrived just in time. She was herded in with the others, waiting, waiting. Her name was called and it all went by so fast, so fast, that she shuffled to the front amongst cheers and her parents smiled through their tears, hoping, no, believing she would win. Iris didn't want this, no, no it was bad, very bad, she could die or kill people and it wasn't good, it was very bad.
She didn't have time to herself for a while until the train, and her thoughts sorted themselves out to a realistic jabber. This was her job now. Iris had to return.
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Rue looked at Jack. "Hey!" she said smiling. She hugged her friend. "It's almost time for the drawing." she told him. She thought she wasn't going to get picked. Her name was among thousands. When the drawing came the girls name was always picked first. She stood there waiting looking up at Jack. Her friend. She smiled lightly at him.
It was now time for the drawing. She sighed looking around. The girls name was drawn.....the name that the woman on stage said was "Rue..." everyone drew silent. The small child walked away from Jack and through the crowd. She was scared. She was strong but Rue never knew she'd get called. The new tribute walked up the stairs and to the stage. zher face emotionless. The looked to see Jack in the crowd.
It was now time for the drawing. She sighed looking around. The girls name was drawn.....the name that the woman on stage said was "Rue..." everyone drew silent. The small child walked away from Jack and through the crowd. She was scared. She was strong but Rue never knew she'd get called. The new tribute walked up the stairs and to the stage. zher face emotionless. The looked to see Jack in the crowd.
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Before the boy's name was picked, Jack stepped forward, emotionless, "I volunteer to be the male tribute."
His voice was calm and without remorse. At that moment, any ties he had with Rue cut themselves for the sake of survival. The thought that he could give up after he dealt with the others did not cross his mind. Good as she was, Rue probably wouldn't survive that long. Jack was better off going Ghost as soon as he went in, vanishing into whatever there was to vanish into before the real fighting started. He wouldn't touch the Cornecopia except for to get a knife. From there was free roam, just how Jack liked it.
He cracked a half smile at his thoughts. He wasn't even confirmed yet and he was already planning how to kill everyone.
His voice was calm and without remorse. At that moment, any ties he had with Rue cut themselves for the sake of survival. The thought that he could give up after he dealt with the others did not cross his mind. Good as she was, Rue probably wouldn't survive that long. Jack was better off going Ghost as soon as he went in, vanishing into whatever there was to vanish into before the real fighting started. He wouldn't touch the Cornecopia except for to get a knife. From there was free roam, just how Jack liked it.
He cracked a half smile at his thoughts. He wasn't even confirmed yet and he was already planning how to kill everyone.
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Rue's head was spinning. She looked at Jack. Her face now stricken with fear. She liked, no, loved Jack. She Couldn't kill him. She held her tears. Her parents looked at her face which was almost hard to read. She stared at Jack. In her head she was thinking He's gonna wanna kill me...he doesn't love me...never did...She held her head low. She looked at her feet. Soon they would be going to eat. And she would be able to talk to him. If he wanted to talk to her back. Maybe he would try to protect her and then let them kill her in the end. Would he do that?
Rue knew she wouldn't have to go to the cornucopia because she was good with hand to hand combat. And she'd find the pack and get to it. Then she'd hunt. And kill. She would get medical herbs. She now needed to talk to Jack. She had an idea to make sure either of them win. If she didn't win she sure wanted him to win. She sighed and looked around. Then soon enough they were being dragged through doors. They were seated at a table filled with food. She looked around the table.
The food looked brilliant. Good, rich, greasy. Enough to make a district twelve person sick.
Rue knew she wouldn't have to go to the cornucopia because she was good with hand to hand combat. And she'd find the pack and get to it. Then she'd hunt. And kill. She would get medical herbs. She now needed to talk to Jack. She had an idea to make sure either of them win. If she didn't win she sure wanted him to win. She sighed and looked around. Then soon enough they were being dragged through doors. They were seated at a table filled with food. She looked around the table.
The food looked brilliant. Good, rich, greasy. Enough to make a district twelve person sick.
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Harper commonly lost track of time. She'd sit down at her desk to try and discover any flaws in her design and sit there for hours without getting up at all. It was reaping day and she had woken up early. She sat at her small rickety desk to fix the unknown flaw in her electrical wiring. After what seemed like no time at all she looked up and noticed that she was terribly late. She was no where near ready and the reaping was in less than an hour. She still had to finish her dress.
Harper ran through the house and into the shower, jumped in without leaving any time at all for it to warm up, and rinsed her hair as fast as she could possibly manage. She pulled her brush through her knotted hair quickly, wishing she had kept the electronic hair brush she had invented weeks before. She grabbed the hair ribbon she had made out of vines in an intricate braided pattern and placed it precisely down on her tresses. She picked up the shirt she had been wearing in the morning, threw it on, and ran to finish her dress.
After 15 minutes of work she finally twisted a handful of materials together quickly and skillfully into a strap and attached it to the dress. Harper pulled it over her head while praying that she had made the dress the correct size. The second the dress slid onto her body she ran out the door and toward the reaping, fearing what might happen if she was late.
Harper ran through the house and into the shower, jumped in without leaving any time at all for it to warm up, and rinsed her hair as fast as she could possibly manage. She pulled her brush through her knotted hair quickly, wishing she had kept the electronic hair brush she had invented weeks before. She grabbed the hair ribbon she had made out of vines in an intricate braided pattern and placed it precisely down on her tresses. She picked up the shirt she had been wearing in the morning, threw it on, and ran to finish her dress.
After 15 minutes of work she finally twisted a handful of materials together quickly and skillfully into a strap and attached it to the dress. Harper pulled it over her head while praying that she had made the dress the correct size. The second the dress slid onto her body she ran out the door and toward the reaping, fearing what might happen if she was late.
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"Flex Gontier!"
His eyes had been on the ground during the reaping, but he lifted his head and gave the announcer his best "I will kill you" stare. The announcer flinched, and looked away as Flex made his way to the stage and finally to the train. Now, as he stared out the window of his compartment, he let his mind soar.
He was a tribute. He was going to be in the Games. He was going to kill people and maybe die himself. He might even have to kill a girl from his own tribute. Whatsername.
Alright. Whatever.
He didn't care. Flex didn't care what happened next. No one was waiting back at home. He was already ready to commit suicide himself so there was really no problem.
He just hated the fact that he was heading to the worst place on Earth, the Capitol. He just hated the fact that he was going to be a tool of the stupid President.
Well... he thought to himself, feeling a smile play across his lips. Maybe I can fix that.
His eyes had been on the ground during the reaping, but he lifted his head and gave the announcer his best "I will kill you" stare. The announcer flinched, and looked away as Flex made his way to the stage and finally to the train. Now, as he stared out the window of his compartment, he let his mind soar.
He was a tribute. He was going to be in the Games. He was going to kill people and maybe die himself. He might even have to kill a girl from his own tribute. Whatsername.
Alright. Whatever.
He didn't care. Flex didn't care what happened next. No one was waiting back at home. He was already ready to commit suicide himself so there was really no problem.
He just hated the fact that he was heading to the worst place on Earth, the Capitol. He just hated the fact that he was going to be a tool of the stupid President.
Well... he thought to himself, feeling a smile play across his lips. Maybe I can fix that.
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The first thing Iris did when she saw Flex in his sorry state was march across the dining room and slap him on the cheek lightly. Well, not really. "Chin up, don't look so dumb and dim. It looks like you've given up already, and we have to win again! Flex Gontier. Work on your act." The thirteen year old, tough as nails and one of the best fighters in District Four, spun on her heel and walked back to her spot at the table, studiously ignoring him. She ate a portion of the rich fish the servants brought her, but didn't touch more than one forkful, instead comitting herself to the fruits and vegetables they had. She had yet to see their mentor, and see which was picked out of the many survivors District 4 had.
Iris ignored Flex as much as she could. He needed a jolt that the world wasn't so bad.
Iris ignored Flex as much as she could. He needed a jolt that the world wasn't so bad.
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Flex gave Iris the same icy look he gave the announcer. Whatever.
So she was actually happy to be in the Games? He sighed. More and more people were getting brainwashed these days.
He walked over and sat next to her, grabbing an apple from one of the various bowls they had. He took one bite from it, then felt sick to the stomach. With a scream, he chucked it across the table, smashing glass cups and napkin holders.
"This is stupid!" he yelled, turning from one person to the other. His eyes bored into each and every one of them. "This is all so stupid! The Hunger Games is stupid! The Capitol, the President and all of the stupid people living there are freaking stupid!"
Then he spun around and headed for his room. He gladly slammed the door behind him, and leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
"Once I get to the Capitol..." he muttered. "They're gonna be sorry they ever created this stupid sport..."
So she was actually happy to be in the Games? He sighed. More and more people were getting brainwashed these days.
He walked over and sat next to her, grabbing an apple from one of the various bowls they had. He took one bite from it, then felt sick to the stomach. With a scream, he chucked it across the table, smashing glass cups and napkin holders.
"This is stupid!" he yelled, turning from one person to the other. His eyes bored into each and every one of them. "This is all so stupid! The Hunger Games is stupid! The Capitol, the President and all of the stupid people living there are freaking stupid!"
Then he spun around and headed for his room. He gladly slammed the door behind him, and leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
"Once I get to the Capitol..." he muttered. "They're gonna be sorry they ever created this stupid sport..."
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Iris rolled her eyes. Way to act your age, Flex. She thought, grinning darkly. Killing would be no problem, but it was her publicity partner. Oh, well. She would shine and he would dim. She would be sponsored and he, ignored. But as soon as the thoughts entered her mind, she dismissed them, knowing full too well how overconfidence was a flaw. Finishing her meal, she walked out of the dining room, past Flex's room, and into hers. No punching bag?
It was slightly humorous that such a little thing could change her mood. Furious, Iris stomped down the hallway looking for someone to get her a punching bag or be it. The thirteen-year-old needed it. And needed it now. Finding someone, she ordered them to bring one to her room promptly.
It was slightly humorous that such a little thing could change her mood. Furious, Iris stomped down the hallway looking for someone to get her a punching bag or be it. The thirteen-year-old needed it. And needed it now. Finding someone, she ordered them to bring one to her room promptly.
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Flex took a long breather, and finally exited out of his room. He walked down the hallway, looking for Iris. He needed to talk to her. "Iris!" he called, not too loudly. "Get over here right now, this is important."
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All the way in the Capitol, Zax Black was pacing back and forth ontop of a balcony above the City Circle, anxious to meet the president. He had scheduled to see him exactly 30 minutes ago, yet the young president was not there.
In his hands he held a large, rolled-up map. It was top secret stuff, only he and the Gamemakers knew about it. And soon, the President would know too.
Then, in the shadows, a voice called: "Good evening, my dear Zax Black."
Black flinched. He turned around, and there he saw them, the snake-like eyes of Present Snow II.
It was incredibly terrifying. But something to admire at the same time...
The President himself could of been around 20 years old. Maybe. Surgery could do miracles these days...He had snowy white hair and the same pale, stretched lips as his father, the former President. But people called the current president President Snow as well. Right now, he was wearing a black tuxedo, the same color top hat, and white gloves. It was rather hard to see his face, to see his youth, in the dark they were in.
There was silence. Then---
"Sorry for the delay, Zax Black," President Snow continued, walking towards the older man. "I had a little chat with the train stations. The tributes will arrive shortly. Anyways..."
Black nodded, and blinked. He waited, but another awkward silence followed.
"Well...?" President Snow said, his voice sickly sweet.
Black didn't understand. Then he blinked again. "Oh! Oh of course, the arena. Forgive me..."
President Snow held out a gloved hand as Zax Black handed over the map. The president unrolled it, scanned it over, and was yet again silent.
A few seconds passed, and Zax Black started to rock back and forth on his heels, anxious. What if the president didn't like it? The Gamemaker could be executed...
Then the president spoke, causing Black to nearly jump.
"Is this a maze? In the arena?"
"Uh, yes sir." Zax Black wondered if the president was either smiling or frowning, it was hard to tell.
Then, to his surprise, President Snow let out a laugh. A long laugh. "Zax Black, you are the most horrible man I have ever met. This is amazing! Just wonderful!"
A smile came to the face of Zax Black, who kept nodding his head and saying "thank you, sir, thank you!".
"Is it all set?" the president asked.
"Yes, sir. The arena have been build a few weeks ago. It's finished and ready to go."
"Excellent. I'm glad I hired you."
Then Zax Black was dismissed, and they both turned around and walked away in opposite directions.
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All the way in the Capitol, Zax Black was pacing back and forth ontop of a balcony above the City Circle, anxious to meet the president. He had scheduled to see him exactly 30 minutes ago, yet the young president was not there.
In his hands he held a large, rolled-up map. It was top secret stuff, only he and the Gamemakers knew about it. And soon, the President would know too.
Then, in the shadows, a voice called: "Good evening, my dear Zax Black."
Black flinched. He turned around, and there he saw them, the snake-like eyes of Present Snow II.
It was incredibly terrifying. But something to admire at the same time...
The President himself could of been around 20 years old. Maybe. Surgery could do miracles these days...He had snowy white hair and the same pale, stretched lips as his father, the former President. But people called the current president President Snow as well. Right now, he was wearing a black tuxedo, the same color top hat, and white gloves. It was rather hard to see his face, to see his youth, in the dark they were in.
There was silence. Then---
"Sorry for the delay, Zax Black," President Snow continued, walking towards the older man. "I had a little chat with the train stations. The tributes will arrive shortly. Anyways..."
Black nodded, and blinked. He waited, but another awkward silence followed.
"Well...?" President Snow said, his voice sickly sweet.
Black didn't understand. Then he blinked again. "Oh! Oh of course, the arena. Forgive me..."
President Snow held out a gloved hand as Zax Black handed over the map. The president unrolled it, scanned it over, and was yet again silent.
A few seconds passed, and Zax Black started to rock back and forth on his heels, anxious. What if the president didn't like it? The Gamemaker could be executed...
Then the president spoke, causing Black to nearly jump.
"Is this a maze? In the arena?"
"Uh, yes sir." Zax Black wondered if the president was either smiling or frowning, it was hard to tell.
Then, to his surprise, President Snow let out a laugh. A long laugh. "Zax Black, you are the most horrible man I have ever met. This is amazing! Just wonderful!"
A smile came to the face of Zax Black, who kept nodding his head and saying "thank you, sir, thank you!".
"Is it all set?" the president asked.
"Yes, sir. The arena have been build a few weeks ago. It's finished and ready to go."
"Excellent. I'm glad I hired you."
Then Zax Black was dismissed, and they both turned around and walked away in opposite directions.
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Iris swung around, having just put on her fighting gloves. "What now, Flex?" She nearly sighed. Almost, almost! If only tributes were allowed fighting. With clean efficency, she put up her hair and began punching the living daylights out of her punchbag, even going so far as to rip it with sheer strength. And style, of course. "I'm in my room. Come in." She took a brief pause to unlatch the door and leaned against the wall. "What's up?"
(Don't you mean Flex?)
(Don't you mean Flex?)
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Re: [OOC] The Hunger Games (2010)
um...guys? is this roleplay still alive? o.o I think we should just continue posting...
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alright, I got the arena mapped out and ready to go :D I'm gonna keep it a secret till the Games begin ^^
I think we should wait for maybe 4 or 5 more tributes then we'll begin :P oh and the mentors and stylists. Let's hurry and get this roleplay started! ^_^
I think we should wait for maybe 4 or 5 more tributes then we'll begin :P oh and the mentors and stylists. Let's hurry and get this roleplay started! ^_^
Re: [OOC] The Hunger Games (2010)
Well that sounds exciting! I'm thinking of possibly taking on the job of another character as well, possibly a stylist. Either way, I'm very excited for this to start full force (aka, for the games to begin).
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alright so I'm gonna play as a Career, Head Gamemaker, and the President.
So get ready for some torture guys, cuz the arena's gonna be hell >:]
So get ready for some torture guys, cuz the arena's gonna be hell >:]
Re: [OOC] The Hunger Games (2010)
Holy eternal I'm pretty sure the only career slots taken are the ones from district 4.
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oh and we need the name of the President O: let's see hmm...President Snow....
and now...President Snow the Second? lol let's just do that. can I also roleplay as the President? owo (I'll have 4 characters which is kinda unfair but his role is so small though! XD)
and now...President Snow the Second? lol let's just do that. can I also roleplay as the President? owo (I'll have 4 characters which is kinda unfair but his role is so small though! XD)
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oh and guys, let's not try to get TOO far ahead in the story before other roleplayers join ^^; because sometimes when someone wants to join a roleplay, but sees that there are like...over 20 or 30 posts, they get lazy to read it and won't join. So when we get to the Capitol, let's stop and let the others catch up ^^
sorry if I sound like I'm ruling this all out but I just want this roleplay to play out well OwO
sorry if I sound like I'm ruling this all out but I just want this roleplay to play out well OwO
Re: [OOC] The Hunger Games (2010)
I'll make a character for the boy tribute of 4. And maybe a girl for a poor district to speed up the start of this roleplay :P
I think we should fill up the roles of the Careers first. Cuz a Hunger Games NEEDS a career pack. We need at least 4 careers (in my opinion ^^)
let's keep this in mind:
District 1- Luxury goods for the Capitol
District 2- Medicine
District 3- Machinery/Factories
District 4- Fishing
District 5- Livestock
District 6- Scientific Research
District 7- Lumber
District 8- Weaving/ Clothes-making
District 9- Hunters(?)
District 10- Mathematical Research(?)
District 11- Agriculture
District 12- Coal
Districts 1,2 and 4 are Careers. they're all well-fed and well-trained. The other districts (especially the highest districts) are the supposedly the weakest and most are never trained.
I got this from my other Hunger Games roleplay xP hope they don't mind I use it.
I think we should fill up the roles of the Careers first. Cuz a Hunger Games NEEDS a career pack. We need at least 4 careers (in my opinion ^^)
let's keep this in mind:
District 1- Luxury goods for the Capitol
District 2- Medicine
District 3- Machinery/Factories
District 4- Fishing
District 5- Livestock
District 6- Scientific Research
District 7- Lumber
District 8- Weaving/ Clothes-making
District 9- Hunters(?)
District 10- Mathematical Research(?)
District 11- Agriculture
District 12- Coal
Districts 1,2 and 4 are Careers. they're all well-fed and well-trained. The other districts (especially the highest districts) are the supposedly the weakest and most are never trained.
I got this from my other Hunger Games roleplay xP hope they don't mind I use it.
Re: [OOC] The Hunger Games (2010)
Okay, I posted my first post, but I don't want to post the actual reaping until someone has decided to be the boy tribute for district 3 (or we decide there won't be one). I agree with Harta that having so many tributes wouldn't be the best idea. Imagine spending the time making your character only to have it killed right away. It just wouldn't be fair.
I'm so excited for this roleplay to start though, hopefully more people will join soon.
I'm so excited for this roleplay to start though, hopefully more people will join soon.
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Ouch. GUYS. please don't fight. Haddrix, I'm sorry but you were being totally immature. If you want to teach something to somebody, the first rule is to be nice. But instead, you just completely did the bashing and I-am-so-totally-better-than-you approach. And dude, that ain't good. You're not a master of roleplay. Neither am I.
And wanna know something? I've been roleplaying for about 4 years and I just found out what a Mary-Sue is ONLY A FEW WEEKS AGO. So there.
And when we answer, try not to be too hot-headed, mkay? ^^ Patience is the key. Answer politely even though the other person was being a total *cough*dickhead*cough*. They'll leave you alone faster.
And Rue (can I call you that?), this is a really good roleplay idea and I'm a huge fan of Hunger Games ^_^ but I think you can fix up some things. I don't think we need exactly 24 tributes, 12 stylists (or 24 stylists cuz it's one for the boy and one for the girl), and 12 mentors. Maybe you can minimize the tributes to about 10 people? Because about half of the tributes are already killed after the bloodbath, and I don't want to see half of the roleplayers cursing their heads off cuz their characters are killed when the roleplay barely even started.
As for stylists and mentors, it'll be really difficult to keep track of all of them unless you want people to double-up and roleplay as more than one character.
But yeah, you don't have to follow me, it's just advice ^^
anywaaaays...I'll take the role as Head Gamemaker, if that's alright ^^ don't worry, I know what I'm doing. *starts drawing out maps and traps* OwO
And wanna know something? I've been roleplaying for about 4 years and I just found out what a Mary-Sue is ONLY A FEW WEEKS AGO. So there.
And when we answer, try not to be too hot-headed, mkay? ^^ Patience is the key. Answer politely even though the other person was being a total *cough*dickhead*cough*. They'll leave you alone faster.
And Rue (can I call you that?), this is a really good roleplay idea and I'm a huge fan of Hunger Games ^_^ but I think you can fix up some things. I don't think we need exactly 24 tributes, 12 stylists (or 24 stylists cuz it's one for the boy and one for the girl), and 12 mentors. Maybe you can minimize the tributes to about 10 people? Because about half of the tributes are already killed after the bloodbath, and I don't want to see half of the roleplayers cursing their heads off cuz their characters are killed when the roleplay barely even started.
As for stylists and mentors, it'll be really difficult to keep track of all of them unless you want people to double-up and roleplay as more than one character.
But yeah, you don't have to follow me, it's just advice ^^
anywaaaays...I'll take the role as Head Gamemaker, if that's alright ^^ don't worry, I know what I'm doing. *starts drawing out maps and traps* OwO
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And your defense to that was a little excited. Don't overkill on the exclamation/question marks, it makes you seem like a n00b. Both of you are acting like idiots, so please stop, I'm really tired of seeing sh1t like this.
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Thank you AlWayZFrE3. The whole role play wasn't supposed to be the book. Cant it be different? yeah!I can name my character what ever i wanna. Don't matter. Cannon named after or not. What if they were somewhere along the lines related?? Hmmm??? emerald is my birthstone color. Rue is my real name. I can do what ever i wanna with my characters. I got the adopted thing from my friend. Ever think about that?? Its really non of your business what i do with my charries. Is it? Nope.
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You could have approached that in a non-dickish way, ya know. Maybe she/he is new to this, that makes you better than them, so back off and let them learn. Maybe she/he is a veteran of roleplaying, if so it's just another crap thread so leave it alone and mind your own business. Wouldn't this be considered trolling anyway? The first thing you said called Rue's character base out into the spotlight and tried to make her look like an idiot.
Personally, I think you're just dicking around to see what kind of responce you can get, but that's just me, the professional asshole who was declared king of trash talk nine months running in my clan. So yeah, whatever man.
Personally, I think you're just dicking around to see what kind of responce you can get, but that's just me, the professional asshole who was declared king of trash talk nine months running in my clan. So yeah, whatever man.
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Are you new at RPing? 'Cause most people know Mary-Sue. Look it up.
Your response completely confirmed that Rue was a Mary-Sue. You can tell when a character is when:
- The author feels personally attacked and gets defensive when the character is questioned or insulted (Ever think about that???)
- The character is named after a CANNON CHARACTER or THE AUTHOR (Uh-oh)
-They're adopted, but don't know (Uh-oh again...)
- Gems are used to describe eyes (Emeralds LIEK YAY!!one!!)
Sweetie, I'm not here to bring you down. If I was, I would be insulting YOU and not YOUR CHARACTER (and I would be using profanity). I just want make RPGateway a less Sue-ish place and maybe, MAYBE, make you a slightly better writer. BTW- I saw the changes you made, and I like them. If you want help completely ridding your character of Sue Influences, pm me. I'd be glad to help.
Your response completely confirmed that Rue was a Mary-Sue. You can tell when a character is when:
- The author feels personally attacked and gets defensive when the character is questioned or insulted (Ever think about that???)
- The character is named after a CANNON CHARACTER or THE AUTHOR (Uh-oh)
-They're adopted, but don't know (Uh-oh again...)
- Gems are used to describe eyes (Emeralds LIEK YAY!!one!!)
Sweetie, I'm not here to bring you down. If I was, I would be insulting YOU and not YOUR CHARACTER (and I would be using profanity). I just want make RPGateway a less Sue-ish place and maybe, MAYBE, make you a slightly better writer. BTW- I saw the changes you made, and I like them. If you want help completely ridding your character of Sue Influences, pm me. I'd be glad to help.
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would you like me to change it? And who is Mary-Sue.....I named her rue because my real name is Rue thank you. So back off dang. It was MEANT to be diffrent dur. And btw the stylists can dye the peoples hair. In they games her hair was dyed. Ever think about that???