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Hunger Games RP.
Hunger Games RP.
Another one, yes. Because the old one was really fun. Just a typical Hunger Games, begins with the reaping, ends with the Victory Tour.
You can make more than one character, yes.
You can make mentors, yes.
No gory descriptions. Actually, no descriptions of deaths at all.
Just follow the guidelines, okay? Apart from the fact that we're killing each other.
So. Yeah. Anyone want to join?
Again, don't worry, Admins. We'll keep to the code... Err... Guidelines/too much PoC.
submitted by ARPS, age meh, anonymous RP starter
(August 2, 2012 - 8:07 am)
(August 2, 2012 - 8:07 am)
Agh. I am an idiot. Estelle is twelve, not eleven. I messed up the age when you're eligible.
(August 6, 2012 - 4:11 pm)
Liriope~
"Momma, it's Reaping Day," my little brother, Elm, whimpered.
"Don't worry, Elmie," I told him, "You're too young to be picked. You have no chance of getting into the Hunger Games." Unlike me. We were one of the richer families in our district because Papa's a supervisor, so my name was only in the Reaping Ball once. However, I've seen plenty of people get picked who only had their name in once. And I knew, just knew, that it was my turn.
I went out to the forest with my older sister, Natalia. We picked up our axes and chopped away. I'd always been good with an axe. Three of my trees were down even befor Natalia finished one. Making sure there were no supervisors around, I sat on the stump of one of the trees. "Nat," I said, "I'm going in today. They're going to pick me."
"Liriope, don't think like that," she scolded, "You really will be picked."
"I will," I whispered. I started crying.
"You really believe this," she said, "Well, if you do get picked, give it all you got. I'm not going to let Elmie grow up with the memory of a dead sister." She looked up to determine where the sun was in the sky. "C'mon, it's time to go get ready."
***
"Welcome one and all to our annual reaping!" Mecinda Skylark said in her usual sing-song voice. I have no idea how she stays so cheery. If I had her job, I would be sad all the time. Today, she had bright green hair and a bright green sundress on. I think she's supposed to be wearing a suit, but she never is. "And, let's see, who do we have here?" she asks. I prepare to step forward. "Liriope Burnstone!"
I walk forward with a solemn look on my face. I wait and watch to see who my companion will be. He will be with me all week before the Games start. When we get into the arena, he could be an ally or an enemy. I need to see who he is so I will know which he will be.
Gosh, I have no idea how I am going to get through this. Twenty-three people will be out to kill me. I have no idea who I'll be able to trust. I know I'm good with an axe, but I've never used one on PEOPLE!
"And our boy is... Kestrel Lapidus!" I know him. He's in my grade. Will I have to kill him? Oh no, I could never. He's too nice. Whenever somebody is sick, he's the one who does their work for them in the forest.
This is going to be interesting.
(August 7, 2012 - 12:55 pm)
Uh... Not to be mean, I'm not completely sure of this myself, but I think that no matter how rich you are, your name is entered...uh...three times when you enter the games at age thirteen? Or am I about to make a huge fool of myself?
(August 7, 2012 - 9:32 pm)
Erm, yeah, she would have her name in twice if she's thirteen. Sorry. She has no tesserae, though. That's what I meant by her being rich.
(August 9, 2012 - 12:35 pm)
Catla~
I tossed and turned in my cot, tomorrow was the reaping, what if calf was chosen. What if my brother had to enter the ring. I don't know what I will do if this happens. I stay awake all night, in the morning, I got into my only dress, a blue wool one, that was a bit small, I then added a blue hairbow to my outfit. "May the odds be ever in your favor" I said to my brother, we both had our names in three times. We needed the extra food.
In the square, I looked at the jar with all the slips of paper, the green haired man from the Capitol put his hand into the jar, we only used one jar, not two, after the first draw, if someone of the same gender was picked, they would draw again. He took his hand out and looked at two slips of paper. "This years people are... Catla & Calf Puff. Please come up here." I glared at the man, as if I could kill him by looking at him, there was nothing I could do, for I was not a boy. I could not change our family's ill luck. My mother screamed. She was losing both her children, in one day, she lost her whole world. She would probably be intoxicated tonight, and many nights after. We ascended the stage and the camera focused on us. The people in the Capitol were probably ecstatic, two siblings, if we got far enough, we may have to kill each other.
(August 7, 2012 - 2:34 pm)
Cleo~
"Cleo, who do you think will be picked?" My little brother Creto asked me in the dark of our room. My sister, Netta, rolled over in her cot to listen. Baby Jasmine slept peacefully in her cot.
"I don't know Creto. You're too young to be picked." I heard Netta whimper from this remark. She was twelve, and was terrified to even think of being picked for the Hunger Games.
"Well, I bet if you get picked, you'll win." Creto said proudly. "You were named after a queen, remember?" I nodded. Cleopatra. My mothers favorite story character. She was strong and brave, and mother wanted a girl who lived in this world to be strong and brave. Or so she said. "If I do get picked, I'll try to be like my namesake." I vowed out loud to my siblings and, silently, to myself.
Hours later, I pulled Netta's dark hair into two braids. She looked pretty in her yellow reaping dress. I smoothed the crinkles out of my faded green dress which went nicely with my coffee colored skin and knotted my long black hair into a braid. Everyone told me I was the most beautiful girl in my district. But right now, with my worried face and rough hands from all the crop work, I couldn't really believe them.
"Netta! Cleo! Hurry up!" Mother called from downstairs. I grabbed Netta's hand and ran downstairs. Creto was leaning against the door, smirking. "Cleo, your suitor's outside." I groaned. "Which one?" I asked, thinking of all the boys who goggled at me at school. "Aaron." I rolled my eyes and followed my mother and the kids outside, running straight into Aaron waiting paitently outside. "Hi Cleo!" He chirped annoyingly. "Happy Hunger Games! Can I help you carry something?" I gave him a small, fake smile. "No thanks Aaron. I'm just trying to stay with my sister." He eagerly nodded. "I'll walk with you!" "No, really, it's fine." He nodded again. "Wanna go out to the orchards after the games?" This boy never stopped! "N-no, I have to help my mom with something. Gotta go, bye!" I rushed over to Netta, who was smiling like crazy. "Cleo and Aaron, sittin' in a tree..." i poked her in the ribs. "Eugh. quit."
"Welcome!" An overeager woman with purple hair and sparkly purple lipstick beamed down at us. "Oh how exciting this is! Now, which one of you should I pick to do first?" She beamed. "How about the boys?" She thrust her hand into the round bowl and plucked up a name. "Tru Bevelton." I moaned. Tru was in my class. We wern't best friends, but we knew each other pretty well. With a look of pure shock on his face, he was lead by a white official to the podium. "Ladies? Who's excited?" Nobody responded. "Let's see..." She thrust her name into the bowl again.
"Cleopatra Meloni."
Netta gave a loud shriek beside me. Feeling numb, I walked like a zombie with whispers behind me. "Not Cleo..." "Our true beauty, gone to waste..." "Oh how aweful..." Nettas shrieked while my mother and Creto held her close, sobbing. The woman did a double take at me. "Well well, it looks like we have a looker this year! My my, the boys will have to be careful around you, dear!" She gave me a large wink. "I hope you have as much brains as you do beauty!" Nobody laughed. Instead, they all looked angrily at her. "Well... er, Happy Hunger Games!" She said akwardly. The white coated official lead me into the justice building.
(August 7, 2012 - 4:55 pm)
I like this RP.
Kestrel~
On the way to the Justice Building, I leaned over toward Liriope.
"Liriope, do you want to form an alliance?"
She looked down. "Isn't it a little early?" she mumbled. "And if we're the last two left, I don't want to kill you."
"Neither do I. But maybe a temporary one?"
"I'll think about it," said Liriope, not looking at me. Then the Peacekeepers look at me pointedly, and we don't talk for the rest of the trip.
Inside the justice building,Mother, Father, Aunt Sage, and Stel walked into the room. Mother and Aunt had tear streaked faces, Estelle was still crying. She ran into my arms, and I hugged her sadly. We stood like this for a while, and then her brown eyes met mine.
"I was joking about it today," she said wretchedly.
"It's okay, Stel," I whispered, trying to comfort her.
"You can still win, though," she sniffled. "And if you don't," she said fiercely, her eyes were now blazing, "then I'll volunteer next year. And I'll make. Them. Pay."
Mother and Father gasped. "Stel, no," Mother whispered faintly. "Do you want me to lose you, just like I lost Oregano and Kestrel?"
"You're treating me like I'm already dead," I reminded her.
Estelle didn't say anything else, but she pushed something into my hand, then ran from the room.
Mother looked after her. "T-try and win for us, Kestrel. F-for Estelle. Please?"
"I'll do my best," I promised.
"But don't turn into a bloodthirsty killing machine either," added my father grimly.
"I won't."
Aunt Sage has been shaking with sobs the whole time. "Can I talk to him alone?" she asked.
My parents raised their eyebrows but left the room. Mother had began to cry again.
"Kestrel," Aunt whispered, taking my shoulders, gripping them like a vice. "Oregano...Oregano was killed by a Career... A boy from District One. Could you... Please..."
I didn't say anything, only gaped at Aunt. Was she asking me for revenge?
"I knew I could count on you, Kestrel. And if I was twenty years younger..." she chuckled, "I would have done it myself..." I stared at Aunt. Soft spoken, smiling, Aunt Sage, with the red hair my sister inherited was asking me to kill someone.
And then she left. I got other visitors, too: my class, some of my friends from wood-chopping, some girl that gave me a piece of maple sugar, hard candy that we usually couldn't afford. After they left and we headed for the train, I remembered what Estelle had given me. Opening my palm, I saw a roughly carved square of wood. It depicted something like a house, surrounded by trees. When did she make this? And what was it for. Right. We got tokens. How generous of the Capitol.
I stared at the token, thinking of the three promises I had made, and what would happen if I lost. My father's especially stuck in my mind -- don't turn into a bloodthirsty killing machine.
(August 7, 2012 - 6:54 pm)
Random comment: OMG guys they almost have a full cast for catching fire!! Go check it out on IMD!!! The guy wgo played the prince in snow white & the huntsmen and the preacher dude in POTC on stranger tides is playing Finnick and a whole lot of other famous actors are playing the victors!! *freaks out*
(August 8, 2012 - 11:46 am)
Random message: YES!! We shall have Kestrel kill Hyaline, because that will be cool!
I'm going to create a random boy for District 1, but we can change him if someone wants to.
Hyaline~
Ah. Reaping Day. I wasn't frightened. I had been trained for this day, and now was my year. I didn't particularly feel excited, just apprehensive and a little nervous. Was I sure I could win?
I shouted myself down. Of course I would win. I had been trained since I was a small girl. I could hit a human in the heart with a knife from three hundred yards. And at the beginning, I would be part of the Career pack.
Mother knocked on my door. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mother." I pulled back the door. If I may say so, I looked quite radiant. My dress was white, like a slender cloud pulled tight around me. My short hair was loose, but brushed until it glowed.
"Well, we need to hurry, then. The reaping will start soon."
My sister, Diamond, ran out of her room and hugged me. When she looked up at me, her violet eyes were full of admiration. "Win for me, Hyaline," she said. "Please."
I felt a spark of compassion touch my soul for this small girl. "I promise, Diamond," I said, and promised myself that I would try my hardest.
I could already hear the noise of the gathering crowd in the square. An official dressed in white tried to guide me towards the section for sixteen-year-old girls, but I brushed him off and took long, confident strides, my shoulders thrown back. I knew my blond hair was gleaming in the sunlight.
Talking on the stage next to two reaping balls was Camellia Glitter, who was old but had nearly managed to hide it with expensive cosmetics. She turned to the glass spheres.
Silence fell over the crowd. Not fear. This was excitement.
"Ladies first," chirped Camellia and glided over to the reaping ball on the left. I felt a collective shiver of anticipation run through the crowd.
Camellia raised her hand and made a big show of wiggling her fingers. Then in went her hand, like a white spider, its legs scrabbling among the tiny slips of paper. Finally, she selected one and raised it daintily between thumb and forefinger.
"And our lucky young woman this year is . . ." She glanced at the paper, and read aloud, "Sparrow Greenwood!"
There was a short pause as the girl in question looked up. She had long brown hair and brilliant emerald eyes.
Then I stepped forward, chin held high. "I volunteer as tribute, ma'am." My teachers have taught me to address Camellia and the other Capitol dwellers properly and respectfully.
"Excellent!" Camellia clapped her hands gaily and released a short, girlish giggle. "What a fabulous honor! And your name is? . . ."
"Hyaline Redmond, ma'am," I replied.
"Per-fect, Miss Redmond!" The word perfect is stretched out when she speaks. I nod firmly and step up onto the stage. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. Of course, I'm happy. This is what I've lived from the day I turned six. But my life has reached a crossroads, and there is no going back.
"And now for our male competitor," Camellia warbles, stepping over to the other reaping ball. I can see the boys below me shudder with collective anticipation.
"And our lucky young man is . . . Adam Blackstone!"
The boy in question has a hard, angular face and dark hair. He looks almost disappointed, because he knows what is coming next. And it does. Another boy, this one with dark blonde hair and coffee-brown eyes, steps forward and echoes my words: "I volunteer as tribute, ma'am."
Camellia giggles gleefully. "Come on up, young man! And what is your name?"
"Alexander Drastin, ma'am." He steps up next to me. A wave of emotion passes between us, both warm and cold. We are allies. We are enemies.
There is applause, reluctant but proud. Maybe District One will win this year.
As we are led to the Justice Building by uniformed officials that I shrug off once again, I hear Camellia call, "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
They are, I thought, smiling. They are.
~
(August 8, 2012 - 1:05 pm)
Catla~
Ahh, the justice building. Not much justice served here. Just execution. The last time I was here, it was to watch my father's execution. He was murdered by a shooting squad of peacekeepers for stealing milk from the jersey cows during a famine. You would think that because we live in the cattle disrict we would get enough food, sometimes I wish I could digest grass. After my father's execution, less "crime" happened. At least less visible "crime". There is stil a black market for all the things people can take without the Peacekeepers noticing. Next to me, my mother is still crying. She hands me half a locket, she had meant to give this to me when I got married. She handed my brother the other half. Ahh, our tokens, my plans for the games was ensuring that my brother win. I was willing to give my own life to save him, he just had to win. We had no family or friends, so after hugging our mother good bye, we left for the train.
(August 8, 2012 - 1:55 pm)
Random: I just realized that, in the Hunger Games movie, Prim gave Katniss her token. This led to some thinking, and now I sort of find it funny how different Estelle is from Prim.
Also: when Kestrel dies, mind if I post as Estelle as she sees it on live TV? I just don't want to quit this RP just because my character died D:
(August 8, 2012 - 3:33 pm)
Cleo~
I sat in a chair, twisting a silver bracelet I was wearing. Everything sounded quiet, except for the murmurs of the officials outside, and soon, the beat of approaching footsteps.
"You have five minutes," a man said, shoving my mother and siblings into the room. Netta rushed over to me and hugged me hard. Creto grabbed my leg with a wail of "No Cleo! Don't go! Don't go!" My mother stood in a corner of the room, looking pale and clutching Jasmine hard. I shook Netta off me and hugged Creto. "Be good for mom, all right?" He sniffled and nodded. "I-I'll be the best son there is!" I gave him a small smile. "Good. Do as she tells you. Try to help her out as much as you can. You're the man of the family, remember?" He sniffled and nodded. I turned to mom. "I love you. I'll do everything I can to get back to you. I promise." She let out a sob and hugged me hard. "Take care of yourself. May Cleopatra's spirit watch over you." I nodded. "Take care of them. I need to talk to Netta alone." Mom nodded and led Creto out the door.
I turned to Netta's tear-streaked face and knelt to her height. "Listen to me Netta," I said, looking her straight in the eyes. "No matter what, don't put your name into that bowl any more times than you need to. Work hard in the crops and don't cause any trouble. You're good with herbs. You can sell poultices like I taught you." She sobbed and nodded. "Listen, it's about time you understand. Mom hasn't been the same since Dad died and she had Jasmine. She's weaker." Netta nodded. She was smart enough to notice the bad cough mom always seemed to have and her constant fatigue. "If anything happens to her, stay with the others. Don't let them get split up. I don't trust a lot of people around here. Go to The Mayor. She was a good friend of Dad. She can help you or maybe take you in." Netta looked up at me. "Just try to win. For me and Mom and Jasmine and Creto." I nodded. "I will." She reached into her pocket and slipped out a small wooden dreamcatcher Rosa the weaver had taught her to make. It was decorated with the only colorful bit of string in our house and a few mockingjay feathers. "To catch all the bad things that come your way." I took it and kissed her forehead. "Thank you." A white official came in and dragged a sobbing, screaming Netta away, with my promise to win for her echoing behind her.
(August 8, 2012 - 3:57 pm)
It's fun to write from Hyaline's point of view because while everyone else is, like, certain they're going to die, Hyaline is supremely confident that she's going to be the victor.
Hyaline~
Mom and Diamond walked into the room. Diamond had a little grin on her face, but my mother looked frightened.
"Hyaline!" chirped Diamond. "You're going to the Hunger Games!"
"I know," I breathed in her ear. "It's going to be great, Diamond. You can watch the whole thing on TV, all the way up until I win."
"You . . . you will win, won't you?"
"Of course I will," I promised. I looked up at my mother. "I'll win, Mom. Don't worry, I'm coming back."
She stepped forward. "I know you are, Hyaline. I . . . I brought you something."
She held out her hand. Draped across it was a sparkling necklace. I took it gently. It was made of slender beads of glass on a slender silver cord, with a single diamond inlaid near the throat. I put it on.
"It was my mother's," Mom continued. "I was saving it for . . . sometime else, but I guess I can give it to you now."
"Thank you," I replied. Diamond took my hand just as a Peacekeeper walked into the room.
"You two will have to leave now," he told Mom and Diamond. Mom hugged me and Diamond touched my hand. They walked away, scorning the Peacekeeper. He looked at me. "Miss Redmond, your train is waiting."
"Okay," I said, and followed him out, my promise to win hanging over me like a shroud.
~
(August 9, 2012 - 10:19 am)
Liriope~
Kestrel and I are marched down to the Justice Building. I shudder when I remember the last thing I witnessed there. I am so thankful my family has never gone hungry. To see a little girl get her hand chopped off just because she stole an apple is heartwrenching.
"Liriope, do you want to form an alliance?" Kestrel asked me.
I looked down. "Isn't it a little early?" I mumbled. "And if we're the last two left, I don't want to kill you."
"Neither do I. But maybe a temporary one?"
"I'll think about it," I reply, though I know I won't. How many times have I seen Tributes violently kill their teammates? Kestrel's a nice boy, but nobody's to be trusted in these games.
I am brought into my own room in the Justice Building. "Say your goodbyes," the Peacekeeper tells me. It's as if being a Tribute is a terminal disease. Actually, it pretty much is. My mother rushes in, Elm on her hip.
"Oh, darling..." she starts, bursting into tears before she can finish. Elm starts wailing as soon as she does. Natalia and Father come in behind her.
"Mom, I'll be okay," I say, "You've seen me with an axe."
"Well..." she replies. I can tell she's too sad to talk.
"Bye, Mother. Bye, Elmie." Elm gives a teeny little wave and they rush out of the room.
"Make me proud, Liriope," Father says.
"I will," I say. He looks like he's going to say something else. I smile, knowing exactly what he's going to say. "I know, trajectory, angle, yadda yadda yadda. I'll be fine, Daddy."
He walks out of the room, leaving Natalia. "You were right, sister," she says sadly, pushing something into my hand. And with that, my big sister is off.
I look down into my hand. It's her leaf necklace, her most prized posession. I get her message. I have to stay as alive as the leaf looks. And that leaf is bright green.
(August 9, 2012 - 12:58 pm)
Everybody's posted (twice for that matter) except SC. SC? Where are you?
(August 9, 2012 - 5:46 pm)