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Fandom The 73th Hunger Games

Keira Winston

Golden State of Mind
You with got reaped or volunteered for the Hunger Games. Will you find love? How will you plan to survive? Will you make Allies?


****THIS RP STARTS AT THE TRAINING SESSION AND WILL ALSO INCLUDE THEIR INTERVIEWS*****


MAPS


This Year's theme is the artic


RULES


The usual. No bully, bunnying , or goddmodding.
 
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Paris walked into the training room in a side pony and wearing her District 1 tribute track suit. Last night she gained many sponsors during the tribute parade. She wore a stunning silver gown with many embedded jewels and accessories with a gold tiara. Paris waiting for all the other tributes
 
Aaron sighed as he walked into the training area. He scratched his neck uncomfortably and looked to the only other occupant. the girl from District 1. Aaron looked away from her and walked towards a wall that would give him a full view of the room and the weaponry stacked up in every cranny. Noticing the rack with the battle axes on it Aaron nearly shivered and he knew immediatly not to touch them, and leave them for the judge to decide on his skill.
 
Paris saw the boy from 7 walk in. He seemed somehow intimated by her. Paris shrugged and stretched. Someone was going to give them a speech about training and surviving like she learned at her career academy.
 
Thomas walked into the room and looked around. He could test his knowlage and body throughly. Another boy and girl were here. Possible alies, but he couldn't focus too much on that now. There were several spears in various shapes and sizes, and he instantly knew which one would be a good fit for him. However, he wasn't going to let anyone else see what he could do with one.
 
Paris watched as another tribute walked in. A lot of people's strategy was to hide their strength. Paris doesnt plan to do that because everyone knows Shes a career. She doesnt need to hide anything. The rack of throwing knives were amazing. The bows and arrows were great too. Paris knew she could make it.
 
Aaron watched the other male enter but didn't move, Aaron by habit starting fiddling witht his thumbs as he waited for more tributes, pulling out a small wooden sphere he watched as he moved it between his hand with practiced ease.
 
Harvest entered the training room, accompanied only by his thoughts. He was a very out going individual and he wanted allies, so he viewed the room. Plenty of suitable partners, especially the hot career, but that would come later. Walking over to weapons wall he stood next to the lumber district kid, someone who looked like he could match his strength. Not worrying about him he gave a smile, Then began to survey the weapons.
 
Paris turned around and catched a glimpse of the tribute from 9. Honestly Pairs was surprised he wasn't a career. He seems strong, muscular, and fit. He looks like he already had previous training. He was really good looking, but Paris couldn't think too much on alies right now. Paris walk around. She went up close to the rack of throwing knives. She couldn't wait to hold one on her hands and maybe jab it into a weakling. A woman walked in and talked about how many of us will die of dehydration, infection, virus, and other boring stuff. She told the tributes how they would train. She finally let them off and Paris was anxious to touch a blade. She walked over to the throwing knives section and started throwing them at the target. One at the heart, one at the stomach, and one on the head. Just one of those spots being punctured would have you killed.
 
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He watched the career view him, and a small smile crept over his face as she stuck the target like a pin cushion, she would be a good ally. Remembering why he was at the wall, he took up the crescent moon sickles, letting them fold into his hands as if he was working. He turned to face a Avox, the only one in the row with a set of armor, not to mention a shield and sword at the ready. After a short introduction of himself and a thanks for sparring him, he squared off, allowing the Avox to attack first. Letting the sickle glide over the vertical attack, he redirected it to the side. Now the shield was the only blocking point, so he used the other sickle to reach around it, getting an attack straight into what he hoped was the kidney. Several attacks followed, but he took he one as a redirection and an opening. This continued for some time, as the other tributes stood by idly.
 
Paris hear some commotion around. She joined the crowd that were watching the boy from 9 and an avox fight. The avox had no chance of winning. Paris smirked as she watched the boy with his sickle. "He was smoking," thought Paris. Paris would pick him first as an ally after all the other careers.
 
Aaron watched Harvest carefully as he smiled at him, allowing a small smile back. Aaron looked again to the axes, thinking on why the 9 was being so nice, when it was possible that they would meet their deaths by one another. Stopping that train of thought, Aaron walked up to the sparring point with Avox and saw the others watching too. The other was very skilled and Aaron couldn't help the thought of the chances of his survival alone.
 
Paris turned to watch the boy from 7 although she was more interested in the other fight. The boy looked nervous.
 
Harvest finished his fight with the Avox, which was noted by the loud thud of him hitting the floor, obviously exhausted. He put down his weapons to help him up, "Thank you for your time.". Taking up the sickles and placing them on the wall he came to the side of the career, watching the other one fight. He wasn't incompetent, but he was quite nervous, probably coming to terms with the fact that he would have to use those same skills to kill someone. Harvest had his reasons to kill, but he had morals too, so he respected his reluctantness.
 
Paris turned suddenly. "How are you so buff with out training?" Paris asked, "I mean like harvesting crops can not get you ripped biceps,"
 
A deep soothing voice emerged from the giant of a teen, one that seemed as though it spent it days nurturing young. "Harvesting for one person might not, but doing it for four other people, it has a way to work your muscles." This was a part of it, but Harvest was a sort of career. He spent any moment he wasn't sleeping or working trying to train. As an older child of four younger siblings, he was intending on volunteering since he had the first one under his wing.
 
Aaron walked away from the two conversing and he looked at the weapons rack, walking to the ranged lanes he grabbed a set if throwing knives. Checking to make sure no one could see him, Arron threw a knife, it landed on the outside of the target with a thud, it wasn't a killing blow, it would just injure and maybe slow the wounded down. Narrowing his eyes and trying again, Aaron hit slightly closer to the bulls-eye. He kept throwing the knives, quickly one after another until he had run out. The closest one to the center was 4 rings outside in the center of the ring.
 
Paris was still not convinced. "You look like a career, Im not convinced that harvesting with four other people could work your muscles. Anyways, Why did you volunteer?"
 
"You are pretty chatty for someone who is likely to kill me," He gave her a smile, "But I would rather you talk to me then give me the cold shoulder like these guys." Harvest cleared his throat, "Well, I joined to keep my brother out of this, and nothing more then that." He wasn't a career and her insinuating meant she was obviously impressed, or calling foul play.
 
Paris smirked. "Who said i was gonna kill you? Anyways, I haven't asked for your name, I'm Paris what's yours?" Honestly, Paris was very impressed with this guy who had not took perfessional training.
 

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