Hey, where's the other H.G. roleplay? I'm using my character from there... her name is Sakai Kenandra, I believe. Yes. Soooo... here is my second post, continuing from there.

I was shoved roughly into the train. They seemed to be treating me more roughly than the other contestants I'd seen on TV. But hey, I didn't care. I was going to die anyway. What was a little mistreatment?

On the train, I sat with the boy contestant, (insert random person from District 8). I didn't like him. I didn't like hardly anyone, so that wasn't surprising. I spent most of my time staring out the window, thinking of strategies to take out District 2. That was who'd killed my brother. I didn't care if the contestants this year hadn't done it. They were going to pay--one way or the other. The thing was, I had to keep alive until I killed them. And I would kill them. Me. The sixteen-year-old orphan from District 8 would get her revenge.

Name: Selitza Herring

Age: 14

District: 6

Strongest Point: Camouflage and setting traps, which can be used for food and for capturing other contestants. She also knows what berries, plants, etc. are poisonous/edible.

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I stare bleakly out the window of the train, all the energy drained out of me from the reaping. I can still hear them say my name. The echo keeps repeating over and over in my head, just like the barrel with the names in it being churned. 

"Selitza Herring."

"You are to be represented at this year's Hunger Games."

"Congratulations."

I absent-mindedly replay the scene in my mind, my stomach sinking with an icy feeling the whole time. 

I think we are close to the Capitol, judging by the more elaborate houses as the train flies by. 

"Selitza." Harem, a makeup artist, pokes my shoulder. "Selitza, we have to get you in your costume. The Capitol is only an hour away."

"Harem, please!" I beg. "Take me back!" I do not want to go to the bloodbath. I do not want to go to the bloodbath. "I don't want to be in the bloodbath!"

Panic rushes through me, and I start to shake uncontrollably. One thing is clear:

This will not be fun.

I know, not supposed to post, etc., but this thread is dying and so is the BaB one. I will post so maybe it will get to the top.

      The training room. I didn't care a bit about training- after all, I had gotten all the training I would ever need in District 8, amongst all the smoke and buildings. I did, however, know things about the outside world- of nature, trees, and animals. I even knew a few plants. I knew because of my brother. The same year he went to the games, he took me and ran away to another district. I forget which one. We lived there for a while, and he taught me about nature. He gave me a map made out of scraps he had stolen from the cloth company he worked at. Then the Peacekeepers found us.

      They brought him back home and left. I was so relieved. I thought it was over, that we could live our lives like normal. But my mom was very worried. And she was right to be, too. A week later, she disappeared. They told us it was a factory accident. But we knew better. Since we didn't have a father, we barely got by. We were adopted into a family. They didn't like us, but at least we were alive. Then the Games arrived. I'm sure they rigged it so my brother would be chosen. He went, and he died. Killed by those Careers. Well, now I would kill them. 

     But now, looking at them, I am afraid. Not of them, but of me. What if I can't do it? They weren't the ones who killed my brother. What if I'm too weak to kill them?  

     ((Spamboy says mewv. No, I'm staying right where I am! I'm not going anywhere!)