~The 54th Annual Hunger Games~ (RP Thread) ♥

[Crystalline]

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Setting:


It's a couple days after the Reaping. Everyone is in their designated rooms and/or headquarters within the Capitol. (You can just make up your mentor and whatnot - ghost them around when need be. If you have another role-player playing the other tribute of your district, discuss making the mentor with them before you ghost them around. It's their mentor, too, after all.) It's around eight o'clock in the morning, and today is the first day of training. Feel free to start showing off your skills, or just pay attention during the health-pack and survival skill lectures. What you do during this time is up for you to decide. Because I don't want to drag things out too far in the Capitol, being that the RP should mainly take place in the Arena, we're going to go day by day with the events. One RP day, training. The next RP day, it's our skill test and dress interview. Then, the third day, it's Arena time. Our opening ceremony has already passed. (When they dress you up in silly costumes for the most part - or, in Katniss's and Peeta's case, those fiery outfits) I didn't feel it was essential to play out. You can simply make up those stories, if you wish. For now, you can be lounging about in your room or heading towards the training headquarters. The choice is yours. ♥





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Serenity didn't sleep a wink since she arrived at the Capitol. After they groomed her brutally by waxing nearly her entire body, she was left feeling completely violated. No way in hell would she be able to sleep after such a horrifying experience. Serenity wasn't used to people seeing any part of her at all - being that she's always hiding underneath that cloak of hers - but she knew that she would have to be more open about appearances if she was going to gain any sponsors or get by in this world. She was lucky that she had a wonderful stylist, whom went by the name of Sebastian. He seemed to help her open up, and he accented her albino features beautifully, giving her an ethereal beauty that could only belong to her. In a way, he blessed her with confidence she never knew she could possibly possess. He seemed to enjoy getting creative with her highly extensive snow white hair, for because it was so lengthy, he could do many things with it. Waterfall braids seemed to be his favorite style for her, and that was the style he chose to use when he dressed her for the opening ceremony. Serenity is actually an extremely beautiful girl underneath that cloak of hers, possessing the face and features of an angel.


Still, all Serenity wanted to do was forget about that day. The ceremony was embarrassing for her, being that she wasn't able to wear her cloak. She thanked the heavens that it was nightfall when the ceremony went on, for if it was light out, she wouldn't be able to participate. That would look terrible to sponsors. Absolutely terrible. However, she wouldn't have to worry about those dreadful possibilities, being that she did participate in the end. Plus, she looked absolutely wonderful. Serenity glowed like little micro-chip lights, for they coated her hair and outfit elegantly. As she and her fellow tribute, Ronan, flew down the way in the carriages, their outfits seemed to leave a trail of little electric particles and sparks of light behind. It was damn near magical, and she knew that they both left an impression. Usually Serenity wasn't one to speak - much less give thanks - to anyone, but she murmured a soft "Thank you," to Sebastian after it all went down.


Now, it was the morning after, and she was thankful that her room didn't have any windows. They knew of her albino genes, therefore they prepared a room for her without any risk of sunlight breaching through to her. Instead, they blessed her with other picturesque features - for example, her wall features. With a click of a button, she could change the entire scenery of the place. (Like Katniss's room) It was like she was actually there in the scene, and as she clicked through the many different choices, she stopped at one that caught her heart. It was a meadow of wild flowers - a beautiful, clear plain - and the sunlight was kissing the earth below with it's beautiful rays. Serenity shared a sheer hatred towards the sun, but deep in her heart, she still wished she could feel it's soothing warmth. Being albino, that would never be comfortably possible for her, but deep down inside, she still wished for it.


Serenity watched as she daylight began to fade away from the scene, it going from bright afternoon rays to a magnificent sunset. The sky continued to darken as the seconds went by, and soon little fireflies began popping into the scene. It made Serenity smile as she gazed upon it, and longing to be in such a serene setting, she reached out her tiny, pale, and fragile hand, gently running the tips of her fingers against the wall before her. She knew that such a beautiful place wasn't available to her, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? Though Serenity never showed it publicly to others, she does still have hope, wishes, and dreams in her heart. She simply tries not to be so wishful, for she knows very well what a cold, cruel world she's currently living in. Until things change, she'll have to keep her hopes and dreams under lock and key, along with the rest of her emotions. They can be a huge burden in the situations yet to come.


Seeing what time it was, Serenity decided to finally head over to the training headquarters. She didn't want to reveal her skills to anyone as of yet, so in the beginning, she planned on simply paying attention to the survival skill and pack lectures. She knew that those details - which most of the brute's there would probably ignore - would end up saving her life in the end. So, with her resolve, she grabbed her signature, black cloak, and threw it over her petite, feminine figurine. Serenity was only 4'11'' in height, and she barely weighed 95 pounds, so she seemed pretty delicate and harmless at a first glance. However, Serenity knows how to use her small stature to her advantage. She's quick on her feet, and knows how to use brute strength against someone by simply dodging their blows. Amazing what simple movement can prove to do.


Tucking her long, white locks into her cloak, and bringing the hood to cover her entire face, she walked out of her room and shut the door behind her. She could hear her mentor, Rose, arguing with one of the supervisors outside. Rose was a very strict woman, though she seemed to genuinely want to teach Serenity and Ronan all she could about the games. Though she came off as cold and hardened, Serenity could tell that she was a caring woman underneath it all. Perhaps it was just a gift of Serenity's - to be able to see into people. Just by observing their behavior, how they speak, and how they treat others, she can completely analyze what kind of person they truly are underneath all the BS. Serenity was never really fond of this gift, for it made her realize just how unloved she was back in her district, but sometimes it proved to come in handy.


Rose looked over towards Serenity as she walked into the scene, offering her some breakfast as she did so. With a simple shake of her head, she began making her way towards the door, but Rose stopped her in her tracks. "You need to eat, Serenity. Trust me," Rose spoke, and a silent 'eat while you still have the chance,' seemed to be implied. With a silent, reluctant breath, Serenity slowly turned around and made her way towards the dining table. The breakfast was far too extravagant for her tastes, but she decided to bare with it for Rose's sake. Once she finished a plate, she motioned her head towards the door, as if asking for permission to leave. Rose obliged, and Serenity made her way towards the training headquarters. She already knew that there were a lot of careers this year - even some not from career districts - so she was aware of how prepared she had to be. She wanted to learn as much as she could about these careers by watching them today, analyzing their behavior and figuring out strategies with her brilliant mind.

 

[Croissant]

Ronan





As Ronan got up for his first day there was loud slamming at the door, his stylist team pulled him out of the room half naked and started working on him immediately, not even giving him time to brush his teeth because (Of course) they did it for him. Ronan was a shy guy so as they started pulling and tugging at his clothes, trying to get it off, he resisted, wanting to hide inside his shit like he did as a little kid when he was cold. They finally tore through his clothes and inspected him, Ronan made his body stiff and immovable like a rock while they worked. They seemed impressed that he didn't flinch or anything. It was because he was imagining he was playing a game with his father. They had to act like rocks while their mother pushed them and tried to make them move or laugh. His father would usually let him win and end up kissing his wife, as a child he would cheer victory while his parents clapped their hands and he bowed, a bit sarcastically. They all ended up laughing and together. Those memories would always get him through things.


When he first met his personal stylist he was a bit concerned on what he was going to dress him up in. At first he gave him a sharp black suit, at the ceremony it lit up and made a crown of electricity and sparks around his head. Showering down around him like a waterfall and creating illusions that the electricity was attracting to him like a moth to a light. He was a bit surprised but he went with it. Smiling and waving at all the sponsors and district people, who seemed to wear all kinds of odd outfits. He looked at his partner who looked so graceful and beautiful, he would try to talk to her while they trained, hopefully he wont die in the games so quickly.


He looked at his room as he got back from the ceremony, it reminded him of home with lights and it gave off a beautiful view. It was simple but yet grand in a way. After he changed and got something to drink he fell asleep. The next day he realized how hungry he was and got up early, he was the first one to get to breakfast which impressed his trainer. He couldn't sleep over 7-8 hours really, he was used to getting up early and not feeling crummy. He stretched as he got out of bed, wanting to feel loose, he brushed his teeth got into the training clothes they offered him at his door and headed down. The meals were great, he was used to good food but not something this fancy. He ate slowly, not wanting to digest it poorly and as he finished he saw the girl from his district, in her usual cloak. They both didn't talk much but he wanted to change that. He simply waved at her as he thought how things were going to go down in the games.


He looked at the training area, still the first there he starts off with snares and identification of poisonous material. He had seen in past games some people die from sheer bad luck, from plants that look so similar to let's say mint but only a small detail makes you aware of what they truly are. It was useful to know this, he looked over to his partner that was also going to the survival area, acknowledging what the announcer said. As he learned of the different poisons he sometimes looked back at his partner. Being the only person he knew sort of he didn't want to end up completely alone.

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[RoboMike494]

Nice lush farmland with cows grazing without a single care.The smell of his father's meat shop tingling his nose. He always did love the smell of fresh cut meat the way it mixed with the wood just brought something he could not explain. As Daniel looked around outside of the shop he could see his friends playing and laughing. A smile crept onto his face this was home, not much but it was what he had. "Daniel come here please." His mother called from inside the shop. "On my way." , he called back as he began to walk into the shop. He found his mother where she usually was cooking that nights meal. He stood there watching his mother mix together a stew in that old pot that looked older then himself. Small parts of it were rusted on the bottom but it was all they had to cook in. "O good your here come help..." as his mother was saying this Daniel noticed something was different about her something he had never seen. A pig walked over and sat at her feet around it's neck was a piece of rope and attached to it was a name plate it said Daniel. " Mom it's me your son I'm here!" . He waved his arms in front of her face but nothing. No acknowledgment she didn't even him.


Daniel shot up in bed and looked around. He wasn't in his bed back home but in the Capital. The shiny metal walls, plush chairs, and full dinner tables were alien to him. He pulled himself out of bed and walked over to the dresser that was in his room. On top of it was a set of nearly folded clothes and a note. 'Wear these for training- Mable.' Daniel picked up the clothes and changed. The clothes were a simple color with a 10 on both shoulders he assumed this was the training uniform for all the tributes. He walked out of his room to see his stylist and his 'design' team were sitting with Mable his mentor but there was no sign of the girl that came with him.


Daniel sat down at the table. " Good to see you up." Mable said as she toke a bite of toast. He looked down at his plate there were eggs, bacon, toast, some sort of meat that Daniel assumed was lamb, and some orange juice. He time a bite of the eggs and chewed slow "So the plan for training day is very simple." Mable began to say. "All you need to do is focus on the survival skills don't worry about combat.." Daniel cut in" Wait don't you think knowing how to fight might come in handy to keep me alive?". Mable Looked at him a little cross. "Now look here this is not my first rodeo I have seen more kids die then you can imagine. Now you don't much look like a wrong one so for you combat is a last resort just stay alive longer then the rest now finish your fold and go train.". Daniel looked down at his plate and continued eating. As soon as he finished he got up and walked to the elevator that led to the training room. He wasn't so sure about anything right now.

 

[Love]

Curled up on the extravagant couch was Tookie. He couldn't have been more depressed. He loved life no matter how hard it was living in the districts. Knowing that your death is only days away is not a good feeling. He slowly lifted his head, gazing out the window at the simply gorgeous Capitol. Tookie didn't want to admit it, but he thought the Capitol was absolutely amazing. The way it looks that is. He still had a burning hate for the Capitol and the people in it.


He played through the events that lead up to this in his mind. He remembered the chariot ceremony. Tookie had stayed a cold wall of grace and elegance, riding in his chariot. If he was going to die, he would go out looking gorgeous. He always had his chin held high, shoulders back and down. He always acted superior, always acted like he was better. It was regal and queen like however, not arrogance.


He watched as his long blonde hair fell over his shoulders as he stood up and walked to the mirror in the bathroom. He traced his soft feminine features, pleased with his nice, feminine figure. He was happy with his looks. He was androgynous. He thought about that for a moment. Had there been past androgynous, trans, or admittedly gay tributes? He couldn't think of any. That was one of the few things going for him. He was quite unique and the Capitol people love their unique. He would get a lot of publicity for his androgyny and with that came sponsors. He grinned.


He loved what the capitol people had done with him and was happy that he still looked pretty much the same. He also secretly adored the way the capitol people looked. He had been the stylists muse as they had never been able to work on an androgen before. They loved accentuating his feminine features and Tookie loved the manicure. The stylists went on and on about how they wanted to keep him as feminine and womanly as possible, stocking his closet full of things that accentuated his shape. They often put him in the highest heels possible, something he was not accustomed to. Other than his looks, Tookie was worried. He was not strong, not that intelligent, and didn't have good survival skills. "That's why they train you first," he reminded himself, giving false hope.


Tookie threw on simple black shorts, good for movement, a black tank top, good for movement, and the lowest heel he could find, not good for movement. "I want my old shoes back!" He whined as he stuffed his face full at the table, full of delicious and exotic breakfast foods. He quickly got up from the table, gave a good bye to his mentor (who he wasn't rather fond of) and headed out the door, a confident stride.

 

[Bree]

Harriett remembered everything the previous night like she was living it again, and as she sat upon her luxurious bed, she daydreamed about it. Of course she was terrified when she was being taken to the Capitol and even shook when she met her stylist and team. She was a nice, attractive woman by the name of Courtney Crumrin and talked to Hare as if she was her own daughter. It relaxed her as the other team members worked to remove her body hair and set her already curled hair into tight, delicate ringlets. Her makeup was put on while Courtney asked her about her home life and her favorite part about her district. The makeup consisted of a bubble gum pink gloss and evergreen eyeshadow like that of the leaves on the apple trees. Her liner was dark brown and created even more of a warm chocolate look.


By the time Courtney led her to change, Hare was as relaxed as she would be climbing up trees with her best friend. As Courtney and her team put her into the most sweetest dress she had seen, her nerves were returning. Courtney had told her to look in the mirror after the final touches and Hare still remembered the goose bumps from her reflection. The dress clung to her delicate curves, the top being made from a material that reminded her of the ivy that climbed up the houses at home as it draped over her left shoulder. The skirt seemed to be made of blue bell petals that ended just above her knee and fanned out in an A-line fashion. Her shoes were dark green flats with ribbons crossing their way up to the spot just below her knee where they tied in a girly bow. The outfit alone made her seem like fragile porcelain doll dressed up to be a nymph, but that wasn't the best part.


Somehow attached to her back by invisible straps were a pair of blue jay wings. They seemed to relax naturally around her and didn't overpower her small frame but somehow added to her naturist beauty. She truly felt beautiful as she felt how soft and life-like they were. Before she was sent off to her chariot, Courtney gave her one last thing. A woven birch basket filled with blue bells, peaches, apples, and roses; the common flowers and fruits of her district. Giving her a hug and promising to see her soon, Hare walked off to stand upon her chariot.


Even in her room she could still hear the roar of the crowd and the cheers she was awarded when she made her appearance. It was nothing compared to when her and her teammate began throwing her flowers into the crowd and blowing kisses with a bubbly attitude. She felt very confident she had won at least some sponsors that night. The now jittery girl hopped off her bed and stretched before heading down to the training center with her mentor and other teammate, a hopelessly positive outlook on this so far that she knew was hanging by a thread in her mind.

 

[Plume]

Nate glared into the mirror, the synthetic material sculpted and airbrushed to accurately mimic the stones mined in his District. Pieced together carefully, it looked as if his skin was made of a murky gray marble, the strategically placed parts giving the illusion of emphasized muscles. Not that they needed to be, as years of training developed those enough on its own. But the sponsors always loved a powerful looking Career, so he wouldn’t complain. Nate’s fine features were made more distinguished by shading with dark makeup, his brows sweeping towards his eyes more dangerously and his cheekbones seemingly ground sharper. The hair that normally flopped around his face and ears was slicked back, looking effortless despite the amount of product sprayed into it. His stylist, Mael, had done his job well as he managed to make the other tribute from his district, Coba Callisto, look intimidating despite her mousey frame and softer features. The process had only started a few hours before, growing up in District 2 meant he maintained a certain level of cleanliness lacking from the tributes in the poorer districts. He practically thrummed with anticipation, he couldn’t wait to stare his foes in the eye, the people he’d been training and waiting to destroy his whole life.


He stood boldly in the chariot, not having to wait long being the second district to be called upon. Nate glared at the back of the First District’s tributes, keeping his eyes steady and away from the crowd as they cheered, giving off a frosty disposition. District three made a splash with dramatic garb emulating sparks of electricity like a halo, Nate found himself nodding darkly at Ronan a few minutes later when they'd come to a stop, a silent suggestion that he saw him as an ally. As much as Nate wanted to kill everyone, that wasn’t practical at the beginning, he’d need to make alliances. When he heard the names of the fourth and eleventh district called, his blood heated up again, violently hot rage boiling beneath his skin. The vendetta against the Districts that caused the end of his sister was as strong as it was five years ago.


The morning after the ceremony, the makeup washed off and hair laid back into its usual state after a long shower, he stalked into breakfast, giving a shallow greeting to his mentor and fellow tribute. Nate tried to look interested as his mentor went over the strategies, pretending he hadn’t heard it a hundred times before. Besides, he already had a plan. Rally a group, he wanted to be the leader, that was the goal, and after he’d used his groups potential, he’d finish them off and claim victory. In his head it was simple and brilliant. Fail proof.


Aiming to set the pendulum of his plan into motion, he entered the training room, a quick scan proving him to be one of the first inside. Step one, make yourself look useful. Grabbing a elegant and lethal looking knife from one of the cases, he twirled it around his fingers before slamming it into a nearby dummy, leaving a large gaping hole where the skull would be. I was a lucky shot, and he grinned to himself, pleased.


Spotting Ronan and recognizing him from he day before, he approached him confidently, and he imagined a leader should. “I’m Thanatos Lucan,” he said firmly. “But you can call me Nate, I’m from District 2,” he explained with a forced smile.

 

[Crystalline]

Serenity "Rain" Gray

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Serenity reached the training center soon enough, and to her delight, there were some tributes already there. Some were showing off their skills - quite unwisely, for some seemed to actually be trying - and Serenity could only see it as them giving away their secrets. The only people Serenity planned on showing her skills to were the judges when she had to perform for them tomorrow. Right now, all Serenity wanted to do was pay close attention to the survival lectures. Since she's been forced to watch the games many times before, she was well aware that many tributes died simply because they were unprepared for the sudden environmental changes. Without those packs or any survival skills, they were sitting ducks for the game-makers to toy with as they so desired. Serenity was definitely not going to allow that to happen.


As she walked through the training center, she caught Ronan - her fellow district three tribute - waving towards her. She could play it off like she didn't see him, being that her cloak did cover the majority of her face, but she felt like she shouldn't be rude. They were from the same district, and she saw the way his father called for him when he was reaped. He had a place to go back to - people to go back to - unlike Serenity. In a strange way, she felt like she wanted to assist him, but she still felt like she shouldn't trust anyone. Not even someone from her own district. Why? Well, because when it comes down to it - even if they were the last two standing - one would have to kill the other. If Serenity bonded with someone, she'd probably end up being the one getting killed in the end. She wouldn't be strong enough. Emotions were undoubtedly a burden in this world, but still, waving couldn't cause any harm, right?


So, she gave a slight gesture with her pale white hand. It was brief, but it was something. In fact, it was probably the only interaction she truly showed Ronan. While they were on display in the opening ceremony, she made sure to only wave and - with much, much effort - smile at the cameras, not anyone else. In fact, she didn't want anyone to see her face. Yes, Serenity was absolutely beautiful, but she was so used to hiding underneath that cloak of hers that, when she was finally revealed to the world, she felt like her heart jumped right up to her throat. She didn't want to experience that again. However, deep down inside, she knew that she would. She still had the interview tomorrow. Thinking about it made her skin crawl, and she knew that she had to - someway, somehow - get over this anti-social nature of hers. Besides, she needed to find some sort of allies. It's highly unlikely that people get by in the games alone. Though it's incredibly foolish to trust someone, it's also foolish to isolate yourself. Having other people's skills in the beginning to make up for what you lack is an incredibly clever thing to consider.


As Serenity noticed someone approaching Ronan - who seemed to be looking at her quite a lot, actually - she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It was the male tribute from district two. Oh, the rumors Serenity's heard about this guy is endless. Not only is he a career, but he has motivation. She was just thankful she wasn't apart of his enemy districts, otherwise she'd definitely feel his wrath sooner rather than later. She definitely got a bad vibe off of the guy, but she wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. Serenity knew that she shouldn't get intimidated. In a way, he only gave her the shivers. Not out of fear, but out of the creeps. The way he held himself, the way he spoke, and what little of his background she knew about - to her, it was simply sinister. Still, by watching him for a moment or so, she got another feeling off of the guy. He didn't seem all nefarious - vengeful, yes, but... Cunning. Something that could prove quite useful.


Perhaps Serenity would try approaching him later, though she really didn't trust the guy in the slightest. It did concern her how Ronan seemed to be getting rallied into his little group-plan, but she simply told herself that Ronan was a big boy, and what he did during the games - as well as right now - was his decision, all his own. Serenity decided to keep to herself for the time being and work on her own weaknesses. First, beginning with her cloak. There were no windows or openings for sunlight in the training center, so she knew it was safe. Therefore, she decided to try and get more comfortable with showing her face. Gently, she began to remove her cloak, and soon her ethereal features were revealed. Removing her cloak completely, and folding it neatly in her arms, her entire figurine that was once completely concealed was now visible. She felt like hiding at first, but after breathing silently for a moment or so, she gradually began to grow more comfortable.


Her highly extensive, fair white locks tumbled around her in an elegant, snowy array. Her ivory skin and pallid eyes seemed quite eerie in this training center's lighting, though in a peculiar way, it was a riveting sight. Allowing her pale eyes to wander about the training center - being that she could see much clearer without the cloak shrouding her vision - she took in the sheer awe of it all. There were weapons by the loads, as well as hundreds of dummies to practice on. Serenity never had this much practice equipment back in her district, so she actually found it quite tempting to try out her skills on them. Still, she didn't want to reveal her spectacular throwing knife skills until she was tested on them. She didn't trust these tributes - much less the careers - though, at the same time, she felt like she needed to seem like more than just "the albino girl." What if these people saw her weak due to her genetic condition?


With a silent sigh, she decided not to practice throwing knives. Instead, she decided to meddle with the electronics. This was something she knew everyone would already be expecting of her, so it wouldn't come as much of a surprise, being that she is from the electronic district. She knew how to meddle with wiring, even set up electric-shock traps. If she was lucky, maybe she'd get some survival pack and get to test it out in the arena. She knew it was highly unlikely to get the proper materials to do so, but hey, she still felt like it was a nice skill to have. It wasn't her only one, though. She's practically a pro at land-mines and other explosives. Deciding to meddle around with that little skill of hers, she decided to make a mini-mine. It was very, very small, for she didn't want the explosion to be all that big. She was still in the training center, after all. Not in the actual arena.


After a few minutes, she finished her little experiment, and with a light tap with a small piece of paper, she triggered it. The mini-mine blew up, sending off a couple sparks across the table. Serenity smiled with her pale, porcelain pink lips. Perfect, she thought to herself. Now, if she were to make a bigger one, it would definitely pack a punch if someone were to set it off. This mini-mine wasn't even the very tip of the ice burg, though she knew not many people would figure that out. Honestly, she hoped that people weren't watching her, though she knew a couple curious tributes would probably end up doing so. She didn't mind - these were her basic skills. She had more up her sleeve, though her weaknesses would definitely get in the way during the long-run. The sinister sun, the untold dangers of the wild - she honestly didn't know how to prepare for that, so after experimenting with her mine, she joined a few random tributes (NPCs) as they listened to the survival lecture. Paying close attention, she learned things she knew she would never forget - things she knew would definitely come in handy when she entered the arena. Most tributes didn't seem to be paying it any mind, which Serenity knew they would end up regretting later.

 

[Love]

Shortly after reaching the training center, Tookie had to stop before walking in. This is the first time they would all see him and his abilities. Sure they had seen his tall, model like build during the ceremony, dressed in an amazing outfit, draping around him, showing off the districts textiles, emotions cold and icy, But this was the first time that he could really talk to them, get up close and personal. He slowly turned the knob, opening the door to the training grounds. Fresh meat.


As soon as he walked in, he quickly scanned everyone in the room, taking it all in. He could see Nate and Ronan, two very skilled and dangerous careers. 'Watch out for them, Tookie. Watch out for any career.' He glanced over to an oddly pale girl, pretty as ever. Serenity, was it? Tookie was jealous of her radiant beauty but he reminded himself of his own unique, exotic look. As a matter of fact, all the female tributes seemed to have something gorgeous about them, brought out by the stylists. It was there job after all. He began walking slowly, trying to look confident and nonchalant. Where to start? He decided on survival skills first. Walking across the area, he didn't want to seem timid or shy, so he began to walk in a rather pronounced manner, swaying his hips, lifting his knees. He would occasional glance over at the near by tributes, icy stare at the ready.


He sat down at a station filled to the brim with information on edible plants. Tookie didn't think he could handle hunting animals to well, but plants would be fine. Working on tapestries in a building all day didn't make for very good survival skills so Tookie would have to absorb as much knowledge as possible in the time allowed. He had trouble remembering names or what exactly they did to nourish the body but could remember what they looked like and how to prepare them. After a while of this, he would get up, wanting to try his hand at weapons. He thought that the years of expert stitching would help with accuracy and coordination and he picked up the lightest spear he could find, waving it around, testing its weight. He didn't want to throw it just yet and set it back, picking up and testing out a couple more weapons.


He began to wonder about his strategy. He was never an outgoing person and wasn't to social. He knew that he would need at least one alliance member to make up for his weak arms. Who would want to pair with him though? He didn't have much to bring to the table and he was often rude. He laughed at the thought of using looks and charm. 'Right, 'cause that'll get you by.' He went and sat at a near by table, observing the others. If anything, he could study the others, find out what made them tick. He wondered back to his androgyny, one of the first, if not the first, androgynous tribute. He often wished he could keep it a secret and just pose as a girl but it was already plastered all over the capitol.

 

[Bree]

Hare's confident smile faltered slightly before perking back up as she entered the training area. She saw two males conversing, both towering her in muscle and heights, the girl from the electronics district that made her feel so very self conscious, and another boy she mistook for a girl the first time she saw him. Each one of them seemed to make Hare feel even more like a silly little girl, whether from their womanly beauty or from their size and stature. Hiding her anxiousness rather easily, the tribute smiled sweetly at them all and walked towards a station dealing with knots.


She could use her adorable childish looks to her advantage; Charming them into helping her or to make them underestimate her was her choice. With a new found hope, Hare focused her attention on the instructor as he helped her learn how to set traps to catch small game. Her hands moved deftly and she picked up the skill in less than five minutes since it reminded her of the way children knotted vines together to keep them from falling from trees. With a successful smirk, Hare waved by to the instructor and looked around for another station that would benefit her plans.

 

[Sen Pai]

Ace Panova

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It was rather sickening, how they forced people to fight one another. But, it was an honour, wasn't it? He had trained all his life just to participate in the Capitol's twisted little game, so why was he having second thoughts now? He was always told that it was a great privilege to represent his district in The Hunger Games, everyone always seemed so excited about it, they all were so pumped when their name was reaped. But, he had watched their faces as they died, examine their expressions as they killed someone, seen their ghostly look when they won, it wasn't the same from before. Everyone who had entered the arena never did have that same sparkle in their eyes as they did before, it was like they had no soul, just a living statue for the Capitol's entertainment. Was this what The Hunger Games was really about....?


The dark haired man abruptly sat up from his - no, the Capitol's - bed, staring blankly at the wall as he pondered over his thoughts. Running a hand through his silky black hair, he could still find glitter in places you wouldn't like to know. With that thought in his mind, the man's attention was brought to the memory of the opening ceremony. Glancing down at this glitter covered hand, the corners of the man's lips twitched into a sadistic smile as he recalled the event.


"District 1 tributes; Ace Panova and Ivory Chang!" the announcer's voice boomed throughout the streets, almost completely covered by the screams and cheers of the fans, it was almost deafening. Standing in an open carriage that seemed to be covered in diamonds, Ace flashed a winning smirk to the cameras, knowing that this would all effect if he would die or not in the arena.





Wearing a fancy suit that was covered with diamonds, Ace's piercing violet eyes glanced over at his female counterpart, a very curvy and small Asian girl, he remembered that she was fourteen from the day of the reaping. Their outfits were based on luxury items, mainly diamonds. The stylist had even gone so far to paint them over with glitter, making Ace's already somewhat pale complexion look like some sort of vampire from a teen romance novel. Feeling quite pleased with all the shrieks of joy he got when he leaned over to his side of the podium and touched hands with the citizens of the Capitol. That's when Ace realized something. They were all cheering for him to kill someone.





His eyes snapped open as Ace felt a scowl grow on his face, it wasn't necessary to think of all that now, it'd just mess up his plans anyway. Getting off of the bed, Ace stepped into the washroom and quickly splashed his face with ice cold water. To be honest, the man enjoyed cold water much more than warm or hot, he even took showers in freezing Arctic cold water. Call him weird, but it was true.


After changing into something proper, Ace stepped out of the room and calmly strolled down the halls and stairs to meet up with everyone at the


banquet, making alliances were sure important in such a deadly game, no pun intended. After examining the other tributes in their reaping videos, Ace already had an idea of who he would alliance with and who he would kill, he had even planned out how he was going to obliterate everyone. It wasn't a happy journey, but there was no going back now that his name was picked.


May the odds be ever in your favour.

 

[SourisHeart]

Poppy "8" Frey




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Last night's events were a blur, and Poppy could not bring herself to try to remember. Really all she could focus on was how raw her skin felt. It had been picked over, plucked, shaved, exfoliated, and dyed. They had styled her silver hair into a free falling water fall, delicately contained by a half up braided crown.


The chariot business Poppy could not at all remember... There had been thousands of faces and flashing lights, and some ridiculous textile outfit that while being beautiful was not at all her style. The only thing that really stuck out to the young girl from district eight, was her personal stylists. The first two who eviscerated the hair, bruises, scars and imperfections seemed like such down to earth people, all she had seen in the capitol were disgusting outfits and body modifications. They on the other hand, in comparison seemed so normal. It was their voices that had soothed her from trying to kill them both with their own tools, when they talked to her everything was about how beautiful and lucky she was.


It wasn't long before she was returned to a spacious room, with food, and clothes... Nothing like home. She spent that night sobbing alone, and solemnly swearing to herself the tears she shed tonight would be the last ones throughout this whole ordeal.


After what seemed like the longest sleep Poppy had ever had, she awoke to the same spacious room, full of treats and things her heart had never known they desired. It was still early in the morning which made the girl laugh before making her way to a large metal dresser sparkling in the corner of the bedroom. As she opened the first drawer her eyes widened and the thought of her main stylist popped into her head, sitting neatly folded before her was a replica of the one and only outfit her mother made her before she died.


Three months before Poppy was born her mother set about making her a beautiful outfit for her eighteenth birthday, as if knowing that she would never see Poppy grow up, as if she knew she wouldn't have the time to make that outfit later. The outfit sitting in the dresser was not the same outfit of course, but it was a modified replica. It seemed as if the material was made from something lightweight, perfect for her first day of training. It was a slightly loose fitting romper, with a soft cream undershirt with little red poppies embroidered onto the fabric.


With a silent thankful nod Poppy dressed herself and made her way into the main sitting area, where her mentor sat with an uneasy look on his face. It was a man she was familiar with, as he had been her father's best friend while he was teaching. He had survived a Hunger Games five years ago, one of the only tributes from district eight to survive. His name was Grayson Addelaide, a fairly sturdy man with blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. He had used his large build to scare his competition, but the further into the Hunger Games of that year it was apparent he had no desire to kill or be killed.





Sitting down beside Grayson the young girl gave him a knowingly sad nod. "You're seeing a future of our deaths? I know how much pressure you must feel, trying to keep two teens alive. It must be heart breaking." Poppy was not interested in having her mentor fake it through the Games, trying to keep their spirits up was rather hopeless she wanted the truth. They sat in silence for a few minutes as Poppy resigned herself to eating breakfast regardless of how hard it was to stomach such heavy foods, she was not used to the nutrition. "Don't worry, just focus on getting us some sponsors. You can use my volunteering as a sympathy card, and I'll try to play it up at the interviewing later on."


Grayson stared at her for what seemed like hours in a type of passive horror she had never seen before. But she continued to barely swallow her breakfast with a strange calmness, a hard determination. Finally her mentor spoke. "Poppy... A young girl like yourself should not have such complex thoughts about her own death and survival. It's my job to think of these things to keep you and Tookie alive, not yourself. But thank you."


The unusual conversation softly faded out as Poppy finished eating and left the sitting area, facing her first day of training was next and she had a plan.


The walk to the training area was peaceful only filled with the screaming of Poppy's thoughts, her plans flowing in and out like snakes on the water. She wasn't going to show her skills here it would get her killed more quickly than acting like a weakling, of course these people she would be competing against wanted just that...Competition. Making herself insignificant was the key to her lasting survival. Instead she would sit through as many survival demonstrations as possible, to gain insight into terrain she had never encountered.


Walking into the gym, Poppy took note of those around her, and her eyes immediately drifted to a younger looking girl with long chocolate ringlets. A sad smile lingered on the district eight girls face it hurt her how someone so young looking could even be involved in these games... It made her sick to her stomach, although she tried hard to chalk that up to the disgustingly heavy meal she had forced herself to eat in order to gain some strength. She watched as in only a few moments a small bomb was set off in one corner of the room, and in the other a dummy lost it's head thanks to a ridiculously accurate shot and and a deadly knife.


Taking a deep breath she ignore the others and walked faking meekness across the room to one of the survival table set up diagonally from where she was standing. "Living off the wild: Poisonous and Edible plants." She watched intently, absorbing the very slight differences in some of the most deadly plants, but poisons could come in handy she thought happily to herself.

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[Croissant]

Ronan

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Ronan studied the poisons, swiftly picking out ones that were poisonous and ones that weren't he seemed extremely focused at the moment, trying to evade all other sounds as he compared to plant's textures, they were very similar the only difference is that one let out a sticky surface while the other had a dry one. As well as the small bumps on one that were very small. Even though they looked identical if not looked at closely, they each packed different punches. One was healthy and could supply nutrients while the other would have you dead within the hour. Hallucinating and internal bleeding. Puking up your contents, he memorized he had to look out for it. Luckily he had a good memory, an incredible one actually.


A few moments before he managed to get a small gesture from his supposed district partner Serenity. She was gorgeous really, and it sort of boosted his confidence slightly to have gotten a reply from her. He went back to sorting for a while and now like a habit looked back at her and noticed she took off her cloak. It seemed surprising that she did take it off, she must have realized that she needed people to see her face to get sponsors and all sorts of things. He turned again but this time he noticed someone next to him, he looked at a tall boy like him. He had quite a good reputation but Ronan didn't really know much about him. He seemed to have been extending his hand for a handshake and introducing himself. Ronan nodded seriously and shook his hand "Hi Nate, I'm Ronan." he said quickly. His greeting seemed pretty thought out and slightly awkward but he managed. He didn't want to make close friends because he knew they may have to kill each other. He knew this boy was ready, Ronan didn't even know if he could kill, his father and him were people of peace and kindness.


He looked at the boy and thought "I should try to make a slight alliance with him I guess, he could help me" he thought as he shook the guys hand. He would let him continue the conversation, but he noticed a small figure going to the same station as him, she looked like the girl from district 8, he mentally frowned, hoping she would not die so quickly. But either way, he needed to stop thinking so much about others. He made a promise to his dad and with that his look changed slightly. More with determination and slight confidence. "Pleased to meet you Nate."

 

[RoboMike494]

As Daniel stood there in the elevator it hit him. All the emotion of everything that had happened and that was going to happen. He began to cry and sob "I'm going to die here." He thought as his legs gave out and he fell to the floor. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator and buried his face in his hands still crying. Daniel knew that he didn't stand a chance with the careers teaming up they hunted down the other tributes like cattle. Daniel wiped his eyes and stood up he didn't want anyone else to see him crying.


The door of the elevator opened up and Daniel stepped out into the training room. He looked around and the other tributes working at various stations. He located the station that was teaching how to make fire and he ducked his head down and walked over to it. He wanted to avoid contact as much as he could. As he was working on his fire he scanned the room then his eyes stopped. There across the room he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen."OWW" Daniel screamed as he lifted his hand after he had slightly cut it. He had to pay more attention.

 

[Love]

Most of the tributes had entered the training facilities and thankfully no had really noticed Tookie. The albino captured most of the males attention and he laughed out loud at that. "To bad she'll have to die," he mumbled to himself. There was no romance in these games and when it came down to it, she would be killed if the chance arose. "I'd like to see her use those looks to save her skin." Secretly he was jealous but he would never admit that now would he?


Tookie walked over to an open area of the facilities, an idea in his head. He forgot about how flexible he was and wanted to show it off. It wasn't really exposing him but it also didn't make him look useless. He stretched out his arms, bringing them over, holding them in place, swinging them around, and then moved to his wrists and ankle. He got down on his knees, rolling his wrists on the floor. Once thoroughly warmed up, he moved to the harder poses. He slowly lowered into a split and held it, feeling the slight burn from not doing in in a while. He slowly tilted his head back until it had touched the back of his thighs. He grinned, happy he was able to accomplish such a pose still. He did many other things like back bends, scorpions, and front bends that involved the classic leg behind the head. Once done with floor stretches he moved to tumbling. He would do rows of cartwheels and then rows of aerials, smiling from the endorphins and the memories the tricks brought back. He finally collapsed to the floor, worn out, slightly sweaty. He smiled and just tried to enjoy the fun while it lasted.


Looking up, Tookie took notice of his fellow district member, Poppy. Tookie never really talked to or knew Poppy before now and still stayed pretty distant. He admired the relationship between her and their mentor. apparently Grayson knew her father. 'Lucky her,' he thought. Looking back, he realized that he probably should be nicer to his mentor and maybe get to know him. Grayson was a ticket to survival. He stood up, walking to a station on surviving different climate and finding some type of refuge from the elements. His mind wondered back to the chariot rise, one of the most memorable moments in his life. The district eight tributes looked fabulous in Tookies opinion. They had looked like two strong women, power houses as one. Though he reminded himself of the fact that he was not a girl, it certainly looked like it, and it was the first chariot to bestow two "women." He wondered if he could pair with her. Districts got to stick together right? Not always.

 

[Crystalline]

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Serenity could feel people's eyes gazing upon her, and she'd be the first to admit that it was highly uncomfortable. Still, she knew it was what she had to deal with, so she let out no verbal complains. Her mind, however, was portraying another story. Why are they staring at me like that? She couldn't help but wonder. It's because I'm albino, isn't it? Well, I guess I'll let them make the mistake of underestimating me, then. Sure, my genetic condition can be seen as a weakness, but I've mastered the arts of avoiding the sun. It doesn't concern me too much. She defended herself in her thoughts, not allowing her pale-colored gaze to meet any other person's stare. She knew that she would have to get used to eyes on her - as well as maintain a chipper attitude - which is what she was trying her best to do. She's failing miserably so far, however. She just couldn't get comfortable with it, but she knew that she would eventually have to. She's a tribute within the Capitol, after all. Those Capitol people just loved gawking at tributes; it's almost like they see them as wild, strange animals.


Letting out a sigh, Serenity continued to pay close attention to the lectures. Though she did have decent survival skills, she knew that she could always use more enlightenment in that criteria. Though the electronic district is know for producing many useful goods, it's not as rich of a district as people are made to believe. The rich districts are 1, 2, and 4 - the Capitol left good-old 3 out of the loop. It's mainly factory over there - almost like a robotic wasteland, or at least, that's how Serenity took it. The pollution over there was quite intense, but not nearly as bad as it's known to be in District 12. And yet, if it weren't for the electronic district, most of these games wouldn't be possible. All of the high tech gadgets, the cameras, the force-fields around the arena, and more - it's all thanks to the place Serenity reluctantly calls "home." Though she's grateful to be from there, being that she's learned many useful and unique skills that originate from what's taught and used commonly over there.


Feeling like she's heard enough of the basic wild-life survival skills, Serenity decided to move on to another subject. Poisons and food sources - more information that could prove very useful to be aware of. Serenity wasn't familiar with any of these foreign plants, berries, or animals, so she knew that she'd have to broaden her intellectual horizons on those matters. Listening to the lectures, looking at the examples, and paying close attention, her bright mind took everything in within seconds. Serenity has always been a brilliant girl with a fine head on her shoulders, so it's not like she had to study these materials every waking moment to remember them. She wanted to learn as much as she possibly could about what may or may not be in store in the arena. Spending too much time learning about one thing could make you completely oblivious to other subjects, which definitely wouldn't be a wise decision to make.


Serenity's snow white hair cascaded all around her petite frame, swaying softly back and forth as she walked around the center. Her skin - as ivory as ivory could possibly be - almost seemed translucent in the lighting. Though, if one took note of Serenity's expression, she wouldn't seem like some mere, dainty, eerie princess. One would realize that she's taking in as much information as she can; observing not only the survival lectures and information, but other tributes, as well. Seems like enough studying for a bit, she thought, though she only spend a few minutes on each topic. It was all she needed, to be frank. Now, all Serenity wanted to do was enhance her skills. She didn't want to reveal too much, being that she enjoyed the element of surprise. Honestly, she wanted these people to underestimate her due to her small height, delicate figure, and genetic disorder; then she could surprise them with what she could really do when they were least expecting it.


Cunning, yes. Wise, yes. Fair, well - that's debatable. But, really, who plays fair in these games?


No one. Exactly.

 

[SourisHeart]

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Poppy glanced over at the man who had been standing next to her, he moved away to greet another career which made her swallow harshly. It was keeping the fear down in the pit of her stomach seemed to be harder than originally planned. Watching the two physically fit young men made her suddenly weary, not to mention that everyone's attention was on the strange albino girl from the electronics district. Poppy scoffed internally, she may have been pretty but those men were about to meet their maker if they decided to undermine her. It was useless really, to have love mixed into such a fatal game. Regaining her posture the young woman tossed her long silver hair to the side and made her way across the room. Feeling that she had sufficiently learned about poisonous plants.


As she looked around her stone grey eyes spotted Tookie the other tribute from her district, and for just a moment she felt like she was home. Taking a deep breath she made her way to the androgynous tribute, with a small sad smile on her face. "Hey." Her voice was quiet, as she spoke to him. Poppy didn't want to make anymore enemies than she already had and regardless of being from the same district, Tookie may have had plans for her destruction already. "Grayson was wondering if you were feeling alright?" She whispered only audible enough for him to hear. Of course she didn't want anyone to think that he was starting off weak, which she herself wasn't sure of either.


Poppy leaned against the wall timidly suddenly aware of how much she wanted someone to talk to. She knew just how strong she needed to be to survive these games, and she was nothing short of that goal. But suddenly loneliness had set in, in a weird place of her heart she wasn't sure until not that she possessed. Not only that but the obvious staring at the albino tribute was making her aggravated, she knew the girl was more that just a pretty face. That a condition was no more than a way to get people to underestimate her, but having so many men gawk was sickening. What a thin veil of hope they must have... She thought to herself, wondering if Tookie would reply to her.


(( OOC: Sorry I store your idea Crystalinne, please don't hurt me. v.v x3 ))

 

[Bree]

District 11's young looking tribute went from the camouflage to the side, studying the arena. Harriett felt uncomfortable weilding weapons with this many people in the room, especially knowing they were watching her. Instead she decided to converse with another tribute and she rested her eyes on another girl, the one from district 8, that was also off to the side. There was another...girl? No, if she looked closer she could tell it was a boy next to the other tribute. Killing two birds with one stone.


She walked up timidly, playing on her little child appearance. Her eyes glanced downcast for a few moments as she walked up before looking back at them shyly. "Hi..." Harriett was blessed with a light, somewhat high-pitched voice which only emphasized her looks. She used it to her advantage as she glanced back down to her feet before meeting the girl's eyes. "...I'm...Harriett...From, um, district 11..."


It was her strong hope that someone, anyone, would feel the need to protect this 'young' girl out of parental instincts. With her fear of weapons, this was the only way she would be protected since all she could do was scavenger for food and hide. It wasn't the strongest of strategies but if it failed at least they would underestimate her ability to fade into the shadows until they had killed everyone off.

 

[Lucem]

Vincent awoke from his slumber with a yawn. His blond hair stuck out every which way from the night's rest. He slowly opened his eyes to reveal beautiful magenta. It was by no means a common eye color, but he never really focused on that. Besides, the color matched his hair quite nicely.


After a few moments of adjusting to he lighting, he sat up from the bed and ran his hands through his golden hair. Last night's events were pretty vague, but he still remembered the majority of it. He hadn't particularly enjoyed it, but he really didn't have a choice in the matter.


The tributes were outfitted in the most brilliant designs and extravagant colors. They were groomed to perfection and every last one of them looked like models. They captured the eye of many in attendance and were very well received. Everything was beautiful and unique, the tributes looking dashing. Vincent was among these people, but he didn't enjoy his participation.


While everyone tried their best to stand out with colorful and unique outfits, Vincent was used to doing the exact opposite. The stylists had come up with multiple design choices and Vincent didn't react positively to any of them. Eventually, they went with something that suited him and that he didn't react negatively to. That's not to say he reacted positively either, he was more neutral on the clothing.


Vincent went out in a design that had caught quite a few eyes. He wore a black vest adorned with multiple golden buttons, covering a white dress shirt. The pants and his shoes were just as black, balancing with the white of his shirt.


While this part of the outfit looked great, perhaps the most outstanding part was the mantle. It connected to his vest by a chain that shimmered like diamonds and its collar reached past his neck. The mantle was a brilliant coal-black and the pattern was reminiscent to something like diamonds. The other side gave a natural effect, by the way it moved. It looked as if ash and smoke was sprouting from his back.


If he had his choice, Vincent would've gone out in his casual clothing. He was the type who wore hoodies and jeans, the fancy things didn't really suit his tastes. Then again, that was prett much the only clothing you could get in District Twelve.


After dressing himself, Vincent left the room, not bothering to look himself over in the mirror. There really wasn't any poin in doing so anyways. No matter what, Vincent always looked the same, regardless of how much he could get tossed about.


Vincent's hair may have been a tad messy, but in a good way. It brought out his personality and it was always in a style that matched his other features. Things like makeup weren't needed for him. Vincent's features leaned toward the feminine side and it looked great. His skin was a perfect tone that complemented his eyes and any makeup would've ruined his appearance. His slim figure was also a plus. Despite being force fed plenty of food when he left his district, he hadn't gained much weight. The boy was a twig when he got here and now he was a slightly thicker twig. It wasn't so easy to undo years of malnutrition.


Breakfast went by fast for him, since he didn't have much of an appetite. That was a thing about him that baffled people. Despite being starved for the majority of his life, he was barely eve hungry. He must've had an extremely high metabolism.


These who was tasked with guiding him through these games gave him a long speech about what was needed in this competition. After he finished, he asked Vincent if he was listening. He became quite annoyed when Vincent replied with a nonchalant "No".


Gabriel was a pretty serious and studious guy, trying to pound information into Vincent's head at any given moment. He tended to go overboard, but he was a pretty nice guy. The interraction between the two males was actually quite comedic.


Vincent eventually arrived at the training room, hands in the pockets of his red hoodie. He didn't really pay attention to the other tributes and looked around. He needed something to do to pass the time and he wasn't too keen on putting his skills on display.


Eventually, Vincent settled on fiddling with a butterfly knife. To say he was just fiddling was a giant understatement. He was doing various tricks with the knife, his movements skilled and graceful. The motions were smooth and extremely quick. His skills may have even exceeded professionals. Remarkably, he didn't get a single cut.


Although it may have looked very intense and amazing, Vincent sill had the same nonchalant expression on his face. If one were to look closer, you could see that his eyes weren't very open, even though his knife tricks still remained impressive. Wait, was he sleeping?

 

[Crystalline]

((@Cressy ; yes, please delete the OOC unless you plan on attaching a reply to it. ^^ I can be lenient this time around, but please don't post random OOC chats too much throughout the thread. You could simply message the people you're addressing in conversation. Oh, and apparently he's awaiting your next reply, @Plume . And, @SourisHeart , feel free to use the picture idea. Makes the posts all the more pretty~ I'm going to attach my next reply to this OOC as soon as I can. It'll probably be a little shorter than normal though, since there are a couple IRL issues going on right now. I apologize in advance, everyone.))

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Serenity continued to walk about the training center, carefully watching all the other tributes without making it obvious that she was doing so. There seemed to be one, innocent looking girl with honey brown ringlets playing the little lamb. Serenity couldn't deny that the girl was absolutely adorable, though it seemed like she was playing a game with it. Perhaps she wanted to get other people to want to protect her due to her childish appearance. Good luck, Serenity couldn't help but think. You'll have to look quite hard to find someone like that in these games that won't take advantage of you and betray you. I hope you do find someone decent, though. It seems like you need it, Serenity thought to herself, her pale-colored eyes glancing at the girl for a brief moment more before finally turning away to examine the other activities around her.


One thing that caught her eye right away was a boy - seemingly around her age, and just as petite, which means he was probably malnourished - who was playing quite skillfully with a butterfly knife. Serenity felt envy strike her, for she noticed that his eyes were closed. He didn't seem to get any cuts, either. All of his movements were fluid, skillful, and damn near flawless. Serenity could also do all those tricks he was, but never has she done them without looking at the knife. Sure, some of the easy ones she could do without looking, but all the ones he was doing were quite complex. She felt the want to approach him and try it, but at the same time, she felt extremely hesitant.


Swallowing up any insecurities she had, she decided to walk over to the table he was near, and she also grabbed a knife to play with. It was another butterfly knife, and just like this boy did, she performed many tricks with it quickly and skillfully. The butterfly knife just so happened to be one of Serenity's favorite toys back in her cell in district three. Why does she call it a cell? Well, because it felt like one. The sunlight never reached it, and there were no windows. The entire place was practically made of cement, as well - just like a cell or room in a mental asylum. Serenity hated being in there, but at the same time, she knew it was the only place she was truly safe. Besides, it's where she enhanced her skills, so her time in there wasn't all bad.


After a moment or so of playing with her little toy, she came to a stop and put it back down. It was nice reliving her little hobby-like skills, just like the mini-bomb she made earlier. It was rejuvenating in a weird sort of way. Those skills were just the tip of the iceberg with her, so she didn't feel like she was revealing too much, therefore it was comfortable, as well. Tucking some of her enchanting white locks behind one of her tiny, ivory ears, she looked over to the boy and realized that his eyes weren't quite shut like she originally thought - they were still open slightly. Knowing this, her envy slipped away a bit, and she almost - but not quite - smiled. Although, she got a weird feeling that this boy wasn't quite... Well, awake.


Her nearly colorless eyes looked up towards this tribute, and for a brief moment, they showed a glint of curiosity. She wanted to speak, but she wasn't used to using her voice. In fact, she hasn't spoken at all since she's been here at the Capitol. She merely communicates with small gestures. Feeling slightly awkward, she pursed her pale, porcelain pink lips together and reached her hand out in front of the boy's eyes. Giving it a small wave, she quickly backed away slightly, just in case she were to surprise him. She was definitely not used to interaction, but for some reason, she felt like it was okay with this boy. Perhaps it's because they had a common ground and skill - she had conversation potential. A part of her - a very, very slight part of her - thought that maybe, just maybe, he could be a useful ally.





((Oh, and guys - the RPer who was playing Tookie is going to be out for a little while. Just letting all of you know, that way you aren't left in wondering as to why you aren't getting any replies. xD Oh, and sorry that this one of mine is shorter than normal. I'm rushing it a bit.))

 

[Crystalline]

((... Guys? Please keep posting. :c))

 

[Lucem]

Vincent continued fiddling with the knife, as his barely open eye trailed over the blade. To be honest, he wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing. Right now, he was pretty much examining the knife, while his hands did whatever they pleased. It was a lot like molding clay when he did things like this. Your body acted unconsciously, while your mind was elsewhere.


As his thoughts wandered, Vincent noticed someone approach the table as well. Her appearance was a tad unusual, but the same could be said about him. After all, magenta eyes were definitely not normal. She had long white hair and ivory skin. She was quite frail, perhaps just as frail as him. Of course he got his fragility from his lack of proper nutrients and being deprived of food his entire life.


He watched her fiddle with one of the butterfly knives as well and she was pretty good. Although she was good, she was probably better than this and her skills. Vincent didn't care about stuff like that, but he still wasn't using his full potential. This was just something to pass the time. He was nowhere as impressive as he was when he used his fullest potential. Although, he never really got the chance to use it, on account of the lack of food. Perhaps he would be able to by the time the games started, on account of all the food they were practically force-feeding him.


When the girl waved a hand in front of his face, Vincent blinked a bit with his slightly opened eyes. He turned his attention towards the girl and opened his eyes fully, revealing the beautiful magenta. He did the same as she did and waved.


As he looked at her with his now open eyes, he was able to fully see her face. He didn't recognize her at all. Then again, he didn't recognize anybody here. He didn't pay attention to anything really at the chariots yesterday. He wondered what district she was from. Was she from one of the rougher districts or was she one of those people that everyone called "Careers".

 

[SourisHeart]

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Poppy looked down slightly to see the young girl with the chocolate curls, her voice was tiny and timid, and act that Poppy could not see through. Younger beings were a soft spot for the young woman. Tilting her head to the side ever so slightly the grey haired girl smiled happily, putting out her hand for Harriet to shake. "Hello Harriet, I'm Poppy Frey, from District Eight."


It was obvious that Poppy was ready to jump in and save this girl at all costs from the moment she saw her upon entering the training room. For one Harriet was from the agricultural district which would benefit Poppy, as well as the younger girl.





"I watched you volunteer, that was very brave of you. You're fifteen right?" Of course it wasn't exactly common knowledge for tributes, but Poppy's mentor had made sure to brief her on every tribute's age. Which she assumed he meant to help her make allies who she could trust, even though you couldn't really trust anyone in these games.


(( Ooc: Sorry the reply is so short D: ))

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