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Hunger Games RP!
Hunger Games RP!
All right, I'm sorry, I know the Inkwell is rather overcrowded. But none of those RPs are really to my taste, and this has been nagging at me for days.
May I introduce.... the 35th Hunger Games!
So, yes, nothing really special about this. Just a normal Hunger Games, with normal tributes, and a normal arena. If we want to do a rebellion, we can, but please be willing to sacrifice your characters.
Quick few rules:
-OPS ARE A NO. Seriously, it's no fun when one of the tributes is an eighteen-year-old person from District 7 who can kill you with one throw of an axe or just with brute strength. Realistic. Please.
-Don't say you killed someone unless the character is not controlled by someone. Maybe the creators of the charrie had a special death all planned out, and we don't want to ruin it. This is a form of god-modding, which I would prefer to be kept to a minimum. A bit of it is okay, just to keep your RPs from becoming one-liners, but those big descisions, wounds, killings? Leave that to the creator, please.
-Make sure you can see all posts before posting. Just to make sure we don't have two female tributes from District 1 or something.
-Two charries max. Considering, one might be better, but if you have a special pairing planned (like me) that's okay. And I would prefer that they were both from the same district...
A bit of other stuff:
THE ARENA: The Cornucopia is at the tip of a small but very steep mountain. The tributes are place farther down around it. On the left is a deep woodland, on the right a field with a creek running through the middle-- the woods has creeks, too, though.
I was thinking we would start the RP the day of the reaping.
Okay! The boring stuff is over! Charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
District: If it isn't well-known or defined well, such as District 6 or 5, mention it here.
Weapon of Choice:
Skill: Just briefly describe your charrie's fighting abilities.
Gender:
Backround:
Other:
My charries:
Name: Lucelle Marvinforth
Age: 13
Appearance: She has red hair down to her waist and a few freckles on her nose. Her hair is up in a ponytail when doing work, but down the rest of the time. She's about average size with green eyes.
Personality: Sweet, she gets distracted a lot. A very determined and hardworking person.
District: 6, transportation
Weapon of Choice: She'll find she's all right with a sword, but heavy stuff like hammers and wrenches are better.
Skill: Not very good. She has okay upper body strength from a lot of working and (willing) labor, and good with heavy things that could be weapons, but not much else.
Gender: Female
Backround: Her mother (dead) was an Avox, and she inherited the muteness, although she does have a tongue. She grew up in a one-story house with her father, where she developed a love for trains, which was what he did for a living. When she turned ten, she started to help out in the factory where he worked, and was soon welcomed as a full-fledged member. She was homeschooled, because one who couldn't speak wouldn't do so well in a public school. That, and the fact she had been determined "mentally unstable," although she only retreated into her own dim wispy world when she was alone.
Other: One of her only friends is Rick, featured below...
Name: Richard (Rick) Thompson
Age: 15
Appearance: Short black hair and olive black eyes. His eyebrows are unusally thin, with a rather soft face. He's stocky but not very tall.
Personality: As kind as he looks, and quite patient, but with a nasty streak for revenge. It's hard for him to get over a grudge...
District: 6
Weapon of Choice: Something heafty, like a club or axe.
Skill: Moderate. His natural build gives him the upper hand, but he doesn't have experience like Lucelle.
Gender: Male
Backround: His parents were on the poorer side but old friends of Lucelle's father, and he pretty much watched her grow up from birth. While he didn't have the natural talent of engineering like she did, he tried to help out at the factory with her when he could.
Other: N/A
Okay! If I missed anything, let me know!
Let the 35th Hunger Games begin!
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(December 8, 2015 - 7:35 pm)
(December 8, 2015 - 7:35 pm)
Admin, I believe that Bookworm simply didn't know that Admins check every post first, and comments aren't posted right away.
Oh thanks, Cho. Maybe he/she understands now.
Admin
(April 10, 2016 - 7:07 pm)
You're welcome!
(April 11, 2016 - 10:09 am)
Never mind! Problem solved!
(April 10, 2016 - 7:09 pm)
Yes, that's correct. Admins check the comments. Of course, they're humans, so they can't check them constantly. They just check them on a schedule or something.
That sounded really strange :P
I think it's a bit too late to join, but I'm not sure. I don't think we have an Districts left open, unless St. Owl suggests something.
(April 10, 2016 - 11:25 pm)
Ok, I totally get it. But maybe e should let St. Owl decide?
(April 11, 2016 - 4:06 pm)
I'd also be fine being, like, the announcer or something.
(April 11, 2016 - 4:10 pm)
Bookworm: Currently, districts 8 and 10 are open. Districts 2, 3, and 12 are populated by NPC tributes (Juno, Chartrix, and Ember), but they can be edited at any time.
(April 11, 2016 - 3:24 pm)
Could I be Juno, then, if that's all right?
Sorry I joined so late!
(April 11, 2016 - 6:25 pm)
Sure! No problem!
(April 12, 2016 - 5:09 pm)
Okay, don't make fun of this question, I'm new to the Inkwell...
How do you post stuff?
(Sorry if that sounded super lame)
(April 12, 2016 - 8:01 pm)
Because I only know how to comment, so...
(April 13, 2016 - 7:50 am)
Do you mean when you click "Add comment?"
Or do u mean like u wanna start a new thread? Just scroll to the top of the screen and clicked the colored box on the left-hand side. There should be a Crickey gang bug inside, and it'll say something like "Click here to talk about the worl around you"
The prpompts vary in each section, but thats what they"ll look like.
(April 13, 2016 - 10:55 am)
Ok, now I've got all the basics down, so here goes nothing.
Also, my charrie was already created, so I'm not going to do a charrie sheet.
~Juno~~~
I may be from District Two, but I am far from Hunger Games material.
Most people assume with my short dark hair, my upturned, angled nose, my tight lips, my sharp eyebrows, and my angled features, that I must be a natural-born tribute. However, regardless of what the others think, I will never willingly enter the Hunger Games as a volunteer.
But somehow, I end up on the stage anyway at the reaping, holding back my fear in a stonic expression. "Any volunteers?" asks the perky lady who picked my name out of the giant glass ball. Nobody says anything, for they think because of my appearance and mysterious demeanor, I will emerge triumphant from the arena. "Now let's move on to the male tribute!" sings Ms. Perky Lady.
I don't even hear the male tribute's name, don't even feel myself walking into the train that will transport me to the arena, don't even comprehend anything that just happened, except one thing:
I, the least eligable girl in District Two, have to go to the arena.
(April 14, 2016 - 5:37 pm)
~Gena~
Over the course of the last few hours, I have learned several very important things: Only the Career Tributes dare to build a fire during the day, since it serves both as a signal flag for allies and a warning for other tributes to stay away if they value their lives. I remind Ariana of her sister, the one who went to the Games that all the sponsors think she wants to avenge. The mysterious packet I picked up at the Cornucopia turned out to be full of greasy white ointment, antibacterial by the smell of it. There were five tributes killed in the bloodbath: Ember from 12, Trevor from 4, Damask from 8, Chartrix from 3 (interestingly enough), and the boy from 11, whose name I never bothered to find out.
And possibly the most important thing of all: It is possible for me to meet the limits of my physical endurance in a single afternoon.
Ariana sought me out; we ran together for what must have been an hour or two before we were both hopelessly lost, and decided to climb a tree to see what we could find. "What we could find" turned out to be the Careers' smoke column, started by Thrawn and Piotr almost as soon as they got together. We found them and joined them without much incident, though I believe I now owe my life to Ariana's persuasive skills- Thrawn would almost certainly have killed me as a spy had she not intervened. Juno wasn't there, and still hasn't shown up. Odd.
So here I am, lying in the leaf loam with Ariana and Piotr as Thrawn keeps watch, staring at the last glowing cinders of the fire and finding it supremely hard to sleep, despite my unnerving amount of exhaustion for this early in the Games. At the pace Ariana set earlier this afternoon, I was beginning to doubt I would make it to the Careers' fire without having to stop and rest. A troubling development, this; if I tire myself out too soon, I could be without precious energy later, for when things invariably get nasty.
There is safety in numbers...for now.
(April 14, 2016 - 9:16 pm)
Ok, so let's just say that I got a 10 in daggers, but a 1 in everything else, and during my interview, I decided to give the impression of a tribut ready to win, cause I kinda need to catch up. So, this is the bloodbath...
~Juno~~~
Sixty seconds. I think of how I turned out to be handy with a knife; on my second day in the capitol, I flung a kitchen knife at Mrs. Perky Lady, pinning her obnoxious neon blue wig to the wall.
Focus, Juno! Thirty seconds. I see a nice pack of kinves, just waiting for me. I'm fast. I'll bet that I could outrun the others to the Cornucopia, scoop up the knives and a few essentials, and then just play it by ear.
Ten seconds. I crouch to sprint up to the Cornucopia.
Five seconds. With those knives, I could actually be a strong player in the games.
One second... GONG, GONG!
I race uphill to where the Cornucopia rests, grap the knives, close my eyes (without much regard to what the other tributes are doing), and just start throwing them blindly. I hear the dying screams of some of the tributes, but I keep throwing, throwing, throwing... but then there is silence.
Cannon shots. Five of them.
The bloodbath ended so fast.
I scoop up a sleeping bag and a few backpacks, and then run.
I know the Gamemakers won't be satisfied by the death count today; not enough action, I suppose. I need to find Gena and Ariana and warn them that the Gamemakers will have a special surprise for us tonight. Why? Because if I don't win, I'll want one of them to.
(April 15, 2016 - 6:56 am)