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Private Hunger Games
Private Hunger Games RP.
Sorry everyone, but I made arrangements with my friend (you know who you are) for us to do a private Hunger Games RP! Again, apologies!
We aready disscussed this, so we know what's going on.... I suppose we each make 12 people. Also, this is before Katness; let's just forget her. Heck, while we're at it, let's make our characters take down the Capitol!
Here's the sheet:
Name:
Age:
District:
Appearance:
Personality:
Skills:
Other:
(because this one is going to be based off me, and you know most of it, I'm going to narrow it down):
Skills: Swordfighting, hand-to-hand combat, swimming
Age: (because we're both 10, let's say we're 12) 12
District: 12 (I took multiple tests, I got that every time!)
other (we have to make up different parents): she doesn't live in the Seam, but she isn't part of the rich people, either. Her dad's in the mines and her mom's a midwife. Her brother babysits and she cleans yards.
A "private" rp goes against the spirit of the Chatterbox, where all are welcome to participate.
Admin
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(March 12, 2015 - 3:34 pm)
(March 12, 2015 - 3:34 pm)
I'm sorry, Admins.
Okay, we can have a few more people playing! But not too many, please!
(March 12, 2015 - 4:38 pm)
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(March 12, 2015 - 5:31 pm)
(March 12, 2015 - 5:37 pm)
Canidoitcanidoitcanidoitcanidoitcanidoit PLEEEEEEAAASSSSEE?!?!
(March 12, 2015 - 6:06 pm)
Yes.
(March 12, 2015 - 7:44 pm)
Yay! Thank you St. Owl, I know you wanted to keep it between you friend and yourself.
Cirra Genisis (NOT genesis )
Female
District: 5. No one knows, so I'll make up... bioweapons.
Age: 14
Strengths: She knows her bioweapons. Not grossed out easily, knows her plants a little, agile, and can throw a knife so hard and so precisely that all you know is one second you're alive and the next you're dead. Also clever and resourceful.
Weaknesses: If caught out in the open without a knife, she's in trouble. Also, she can't run fast for more than a quarter of a mile. Being an ambusher, if you see her first, she is in a bad position. Can't swim very well.
Personality: backstabbing, mistrusting, pretends to be unempathetic.
Appearance: green eyes, the hallmark of her part of District 5. Black hair nearly always in a ponytail, pale skin, tall.
Weapons of choice: as aforementioned, knives.
(March 12, 2015 - 10:12 pm)
~Cirra~
The morning is cold. The reaping will be at seven. At six, my younger sister, Cilla, my older brother, Samuel and I are already getting ready. We wash in the water my mother has heated. I think about our chances. I've taken out tesserae for two when I was twelve, my brother finally being able to lower his number to two as well. When I was thirteen, my name was in six times, fourteen, seven, and now, twelve. My older brother is eighteen this year. His name is in more. I haven't counted. Cilla didn't take any tesserae. We wouldn't hear of it. She WILL NOT take any tesserae this year. [wait, is it ok if I do a hunger games actual parody here?] her name is only in once.
Ellie Rinky, the crazy nut woman who is the tribute escort, bounds onstage. The pre-reaping ceremonies speed by. "Ladies first!" She says, smiling like a maniac. Her fingernails dig into the girls' ball. I pray it isn't me, or my brother.
She finds a slip and reads it in a clear voice.
"Cilla Genisis."
What?! Cilla was one slip in thousands. It isn't possible! Sam can't volunteer. No one else will.
"Are there any volunteers?" Ellie asks.
I make up my mind. "I volunteer as tribute," I say.
(March 13, 2015 - 9:51 pm)
Oh, Somebody, um, just so you know, District 5 is power and electricity-- sending it out.
(March 14, 2015 - 7:41 am)
Ohhh! But this is an alternate Hunger Games universe anyway. So... yeah.
(March 14, 2015 - 3:23 pm)
This is a copy of the scene of Hunger Games when Prim gets reaped. You should try to be more original. Just a comment.
(March 24, 2015 - 7:05 am)
I'm changing names just a bit.
Bridget~
I wake up early on the day of the reaping, gasping as I realize it was just a dream.
What if I really am going into the Hunger Games? The thought gives a sharp pull on my stomach.
I yawn and stretch, leaping out of bed. I walk over to the fireplace and put on some water to boil while I munch on a piece of bread.
"Bridget?" My brother Arturo pads over to me on his small feet. "You're wake already?"
"Barely slept," I reply. "Nightmares."
"Me, too," he says.
Wow. This is a change. We usually don't get along that well.
Then I realize why he's so upset.
"Don't worry, Arturo," I say, hugging him. "I must be two names in thousands."
I applied for one tessarae. My family doesn't need too much; we're relatively well off. But still, a supply of grain and oil could come in handy.
Arturo cheers up after that, but he still acts slightly sullen. I bet I am, too. Everyone is.
What if I'm drawn at the reaping?
***
Before we enter the town square, Mom and Dad give me tight hugs.
"Don't worry, sweetie," says Dad. "There are so many girls there. You won't get drawn."
Knock on wood, I think to myself.
I join the line of girls behind the ropes as Effie Trinket and the mayor start their speeches. Finally, Effie puts her hand into the bowl.
"Bridget Motta!" she says.
I'm frozen. I can't move. The name feels alien somehow, but I know it's mine.
Whether I like it or not, I'm in the Hunger Games.
(March 17, 2015 - 6:53 pm)
~Cirra~
I try not to show any emotion. Ellie digs around in the boys pool and draws.
Wait. Pause.
Make.
Name: Sorrel Rista
District: 5
Gender: M
Age: 13
Specialties: Not grossed out easily, but doesn't know his biomechanics as well as Cirra does. Good with a knife at close quarters. Fast and strong and resilient. Perfect tank material. (Oh ya: Cirra is our ranged attacker. We need a healer, a DPS for extra credit, and... we're good.)
Weaknesses: Being a close-quarters attacker, ranged attacks can deal real damage.
Appearance: Straight black hair, green eyes, tall, strong.
Personality: Closed off, may or may not have a crush on Cirra... we shall wait and see.
Okay, back to the story.
"Sorrel Rista," Ellie reads.
Good. I hardly know him.
(March 18, 2015 - 10:26 am)
JAAAAACK HURRY UP! SAME FOR YOU WILL!
P.S; TOP!
(March 20, 2015 - 8:43 pm)
Hello Brigid. I hav come on to haunt you and tease people's works. Also to write the MOST AMAZING STUFF YUUV EYVAH SEEEEN.
Can you guess who this is.
(Hint: Not Will. Maybe I am Jack.. Hehe.)
(March 24, 2015 - 3:15 pm)
You are Will. You ARE NOT Jack. I can tell. And why did you change from Lord Voldemort to DaBomb?!
P.S: Please stop just randomly commenting and join if you're going to join!
P.P.S: I DIDN'T WANT MY NAME RELEASED! WHAT THE HECK DUDE!
(March 24, 2015 - 5:18 pm)