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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)
1. Yeah, I kinda figured that you were ARPS.
2. The Quarter Quell. We're not in the Quarter Quell, I don't think. What I meant was, Cato defeated Katniss and Peeta and whatever and won the 74th Hunger Games. In my head!canon, the only reason the 75th Hunger Games was "the tributes will be chosen from the victors" was because of what Katniss had done with the berries, so it was assured that either a) she would die, no rebellion or unrest, b) Peeta would die, and Katniss would win and would be sufficently scared to not start a rebellion or c) they both died and rebellion=dead.
2b. So we're like the 77th or 78th, maybe. Heads, 77, tails, 78. Flip a coin, tails, welcome to the 78th Annual Hunger Games, people!
3. I will totally do the boy from two if nobody else wants to. Because he's a Career. But this time, Calan is my little treasure, so possibly2 will die. And he won't be anything like Kyder. Except it will turn out that his mother was pregnant when he went off to the Hunger Games, and it was another girl, (after Windeelisa), and then her grandson is the mystery boy from 2. And he'll be named Thans or Skyder or Scidyr or Skidyr.
4. I think we should use Olive's storyline/comment system. Just put S for storyline or C for comment in your name field so that there's no story branches.
(August 14, 2012 - 4:37 pm)
1. I'm very subtle, now am I not?... Sarcasm mode. Though, of course, I wasn't actually trying very hard to be subtle. But still.
2. Kay, good, that's what I figured.
3. People, do you want to make a Career from District Two or don't you?
4. Okay. But I might forget to put it if I'm commenting, so if it's not there after my name then assume that it's a comment, not a storyline post. If it is a storyline post and I'm just being a forgetful idiot, then I will take full blame and my post will be ignored, unless it can be fixed easily.
So...post, people? Maybe?
And I think Nessa (Anesla if you're wondering, I just randomly figured out that I hated her name) will form an alliance with whoever is from 2.
(August 14, 2012 - 6:56 pm)
Where is everyone??
Cleo~
"Welcome to the Capitol!" The overeager woman that reaped me said excitedly. "Oh I'm so happy you're here!" She then turned to me. "Don't let this get to your head dear," she stage-whispered, "but I can't WAIT to see what the stylists do to you!" I tried not to roll my eyes. "Now follow me!" She said, waving her hand.
Forty-five minutes later, I was being plucked, prodded and pinched by a group of people who had the most colorful hair, eyes and eyebrows I had ever seen. I tried not to yell as a woman ripped knots out of my hair and a man ripped the hair off my legs. A woman with pink hair and crazy eyelashed scrubbed and clipped my nails until they were stubs. I was just about to scream for them to leave me alone when the blue haired man doing my legs called. "I think she's ready fro Vernia."
I sat in a white room with a slip on me. Suddenly, the door swooshed open and a woman with blond hair and extremely silver eyes came in. "Cleo?" She said softly. I was suprised. Most of the people from the Capitol had loud, hard voices. Vernia's was soft and musical. "I'm Vernia. Welcome to the Capitol." I shrugged. I was in no mood to get chummy with a woman who was going to make me look good for dying. "You know, you're much prettier than I expected." I felt myself grow hostile. "Why, cause I'm from the run down district 11?" She shook her head. "No, because with most people, they only look good with tons of makeup on. You, on the other hnd, are a natural beauty." I blinked. "Oh." She smiled. "So, the Tribute Parade's tonight." I nodded. "What were you thinking of doing?" She looked me straight in the eye. "I want to do something special." "Like what?" She took a deep breath. "Well, you're from the Agricultural Ditrict, right?" I nodded. "Yeah, they usually put us in Fruit Costumes or chicken cotume or something." She nodded. "I don't want to do that though." My eyebrows bunched up. "Well, what do you want to do?" She smiled. "Have you ever heard about those stories... Greek Myths?" I nodded. "Well, there was a Godess of Agriculture, Demeter. She always had a sheaf of wheat with her. Wheat was the main agricultural crop." Slowly, her idea was coming into my mind. "So... you want me to be Demeter?" She nodded. "I was thinking a golden dress, with a crown of wheat, holding a wheat stalk in your hand. You're so beautiful, you can pass for a Godess." I nodded. "That's not a bad idea." Vernia took out a long golden dress that seemed to glow, and a braided crown of wheat. "You can go barefoot." I nodded and slipped on the dress, then put on the crown of wheat. "Wow." Vernia said. "Look at yourself." I did.
The golden dress glowed against my darker skin. My black hair was braided with golden ribbon. The crown of wheat sat on the top of my head. Vernia slipped the wheat stalk into my hand. "You look stunning." Vernia whispered.
And I did.
(August 15, 2012 - 1:22 pm)
Catla~
The Capitol. It looked fake, the sky was too blue, the people colorful. Out the window of the train, I saw a building that twisted and turned, reflecting my image, and those of the other tributes. When we got there, we were given the treatment. The treatment consisted of bringing us up to the capitol's "standard" of beauty. Natraully, the only hair I had left, was on my head. After Calf and I were "beautified" we went to meet our stylist. "Oh, perfect!" was the first thing the blond, tanned, huge blued-eyed creature said. His eyes had to be fake. "I just love district 10, you have such pretty features. I decided that this year, I would be original, when people think of your district, they think of cows, cows in a grassy field, with a back drop of blue sky." When have you been to district 10, I thought. "So this year, instead of dressing you as the main focus, cows, I'm going to be original! I'm going to make you dressed like blue clouds and grass!" His voice was high and girlish, but I wondered how this "outfit" of his would look, should I be afraid?
After he had dressed me and applied makeup, I looked in the mirror; my hair was ghostly white and floated around my head, looking like a cloud. From the waist up, I was blue, with a few clouds floating around me, like shawls, under my waist, was vibrant green grass, when I walked, it looked like I was walking on grass (long grass, it went up to my waist), with clouds and blue "sky" above it. I looked odd. Calf came in, he was.... what was he? He walked towards me, and my stylist pressed a button on my suit, his stylist pressed a button on his. He became a calf, while the grass under my feet spread out a bit, to accomodate him. "Standing" next to me, in the glass (What I will now call, built-in flooring) of my suit, calf, looked like a calf on a grassy field under (I am taller than him) a blue sky. Both our stylists clapped. "Perfect," they said. While when I had Calf win, and he went home, he would be teased. Our costume was MEGA ugly.
(August 15, 2012 - 7:18 pm)
Kestrel Lapidus~
"Isn't this so exciting?" Mecinda trills.
"Mhm." I barely hear her question.
"I bet your sister is going to be so excited when you win!" Liriope raises her eyebrows beside me. Mecinda had only been addressing me for the last half hour. But she did the same thing to Liriope before that, I think.
"Yeah," I said, still not listening.
"Being chosen for the Hunger games is so wonderful!"
"True."
"We've got a good batch of tributes this year!"
"Of course." I'm running out of ways to agree with her.
"Tell me, Kestrel." If I'd been paying attention, I would have figured that she sounded suspicious. "Do you like dancing on clouds with President Katniss?"
I resort to 'doesn't everyone?' before I fully register the question. But it's too late.
"Aha! You weren't even listening!" She sounds triumphant.
"Yes, I mean, no."
"Huh. Do you even know who the well-known Katniss is?!"
"No. I mean, yes." Everyone knew the name Katniss.
"Good," she snapped. "Look, you'd better not act like this when you meet your mentor."
Liriope looked up. "Mentor?"
~~~
"Look here," our mentor lectures, "there are three things you depend on in the Games. One is your choice of allies, two is your own abilities. Who knows what three is?"
I'd never heard this way of reasoning before. "Uh..."
He slaps my face. "What?"
I take a wild guess. "Supplies?"
"That's part of it. Come on, are you smarter?" he asks Liriope.
"Sponsors," she says automatically. He nods.
"Precisely, sponsors. And that's our immediate concern...because the Opening Ceremonies are tonight. You've seen them on TV, you know what it's like, and you know how important it is to look nice. But that's not the hard part. During the Tribute Parade, you depend on your stylists. But in the interviews, you depend on your very own wits and eloquence. You'll have your separate training sessions, when we'll choose an angle. Right now. Come on." He motions for me to follow him and I quickly do so.
~~~
"So, Kestrel." The mentor, his name is Oakl or something like that is pacing up and down the room. I watch him nervously.
"It's easiest to put a spin on the truth rather than making up a whole new complete lie," he lectures. "I don't know you. What are some of your personality traits?"
"I'm...um...nice," I said slowly, thinking. That's what everyone said for sure: Estelle in an exasperated way, my parents in a worried manner, my friends teased me because of it in a friendly way.
"You'll have to do better than that!" he snaps, slapping my other cheek. I rub it, confused, and Oakl grabs a chair and nearly rams it into me. I back away quickly, scrabbling on the floor, and manage a kick to his leg. He only laughs.
"If. You're. Going. To. Live. You. Have. To. Be. Ready!" he storms. "If I'd been a Career -- did you see those on TV? Hyaline, Anesla, Calan? They aren't resting, they aren't spacing, they aren't crying! They're planning how to win! They're planning angles and analyzing tributes and practicing for their interviews!"
"You make it sound like the Careers are unbeatable," I said bitterly. "People from the other tributes have won in the past."
"And none of them were the likes of you!" he shot back. "Let's find you an angle!" The threatening tone is still there in his voice, so I get to it.
(August 15, 2012 - 8:15 pm)
Oh fewmetsing fewmets. I never learn, do I? Uh...let's just say that Oakl is getting ahead of time because he feels like the angles are harder for them to figure out than the training center.
I think Oakl is a bit disturbed, actually X)
(August 18, 2012 - 2:01 pm)
I'm gonna join, okay?
Name: Maple
District: 12
Age: 13
Appearance: Long black hair, light caramel skin, blue eyes, fairly short.
Personality: Quiet, detached, too determined for her own good, smart.
Skills: She has been training with her friends for years in case she got chosen. She can be silent. Seriously. Nothing vibrates when she doesn't want it to. She can hunt and gather. She has a vague idea of how to find water underground.
Strategy: Creates diversions and acts like she can't fight. Sleeps during the day and moves at night. Kills only if she has too.
Weapon of choice: Throwing daggers and natural poisons.
---
The reaping is today. I'm brushing up on my skills with my friends, specifically on finding water with a stolen coconut. Suddenly I hear a rustling in the brush. I take out my dagger and get ready to throw.
"Whoa, Maple. It's me!"
"Oh. Hi Lilly." I relax and put down my dagger. "I thought you were a deer."
Lilly lets out one of her tinkling laughs. "No I'm not a deer. I came to tell you it's time to get ready."
My face darkens. "Oh. Ill be right there." I shove the coconut in my bag and follow Lilly. Oak and Ambrosia fall silent. Oak is scared, Am is mournful and I'm angry. Lilly has no idea what it's like to know what people suffer in the Games. She will never get entered. She is on a tour of the districts from the Capitol. I lost a cousin to the Hunger Games.
---
"Maple, where have you been?" My mother hugs me.
"I was out in the woods practicing, just in case."
"Well it shows. Go get cleaned up," she snaps.
I sigh. "Yes mom." I go take a shower and get into my reaping dress. It's a pale orange with silver embroidering. I spin slowly, marveling at the beauty of it. Laurel, my 18 year old sister, walks into my room.
"You look beautiful in that dress," she comments. She comes up behind me to do my hair. She puts some of it in a small bun with the rest falling down my back in a black veil.
---
"Welcome, welcome, to the 75'th annual Hunger Games! As you all know we will select one courageous man and woman for the games where they will fight to the death. The last one standing shall be crowned victor. Now to draw the names." Effie Trinkit wiggled her fingers, waved her hand over the slips of paper, and snatched one out. It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath. She unfolds the slip of paper.
"Maple Conreed!"
I walk up in a trance, my mouth hanging open. "Abba, baha mah?"
"Any volunteers?"
"No," I say in a small voice. "Don't ask. No one will."
(August 18, 2012 - 1:17 pm)
Welcome to the 78th annual Hunger Games, Maple! (We're not doing the Quarter Quell because that would be complicated.)
District 1: Hyaline (d) Alexander
District 2: Anesla(Ness) (?) Dennis (d) Mentor: Cato?
District 3: Siv (d) Jenny Mentor: Beetee
District 4: Calan (?) Sylvia Mentor: Finnick Odair
District 5:
District 6:
District 7: Kestrel(d) Liriope (?)
District 8:
District 9:
District 10: Catla (d) Calf Mentor: Daria
District 11: Cleo (d) Tru Mentor: Cara
District 12: Maple (?)
So, our winner is possibly Anesla, Calan, Liriope, or Maple. Is anyone saying no?
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New charrie. Because I couldn't turn up District 2:
Name: Dennis Wyld
Age: 18
District: District 2
Personality: Annoying. Extremely, extremely annoying with an annoying voice and annoying comments. Arrogant.
Appearance: 5'10, blonde hair, blue eyes. Sturdy.
Weapon of choice: Sword.
Notes: Whoever he forms an alliance with, please kill him quite soon. Because you get so fed up with him because he's so annoying.
Other notes: He is not related to Thanskyder Talorian in any way. At all. Because that would be embarressing for Kyder.
______________
List of alliances:
Kestrel-Cleo- Liriope?
Catla-Calf (presumed, cause siblings)
Loners: Siv.(if anybody wants an alliance, he's willing)
Career pack: Dennis(2) Calan(4) Sylvia(4) Ness(2) Alexander?Hyaline?
Unknown: Maple
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Siv
The television came on. It was nothing like the junk that we had at home, this was a piece of art. Big, black and shiny, so thin. The graphics and audio were amazing. If I could start picking apart this thing...
...and then they start replaying the reapings.
From District 1: Two volunteers, as per usual. Confidence just oozes out of the girl. She's got the games in a bag. The boy- strong enough to kill anything that comes his way. They're both smiling.
From District 2: Another two volunteers. The girl, she sends shivers up my spine. Anesla, her name is. She strikes me as the relentless type. I can run as fast as I can, but she'll just keep running after me until I trip and fall. Dennis Wyld, with a nasally voice but crazy eyes.
From District 3: That's when Jenny starts crying. I hate to be mean to her, but on camera, she just looks... pathetic. She looks like she dies within the first minute. I look mean. But I also look like a runner. If I can gain some allies...
From District 4: A beautiful girl volunteers. She smiles straight at the camera, all teeth. I can see her interview already: "Look at me, I'm gorgeous and I kill people." Suprisingly, there is no boy volunteer. He gets picked, and accepts. Tall, lean, doesn't look like Finnick Odair but if there's a trident in the arena... he's going to get sponsors. Her name is Sylvia, his is Calan.
Six people for the Career pack. Six amazing people, all older than me, all bigger and stronger than me. What chance do I have?
Two freaked out kids from five. One crazy kid from six volunteers for the girls. The volunteer is around the age of fourteen. She has got to be insane. She's got this flyaway red hair, but when the camera zooms in on her face, her eyes dance, like she knows something that nobody else does.
From District 7: Two fourteen year olds. Younger than me. Both taller than me. Johanna Mason's. They're scared right now, but when they get into the arena and get axes... kill kill die die bye bye Siv. Kestrel and Liriope.
From eight and nine, four kids who look like they need to hospitalized for lack of food. Three of them start crying.
From ten, two siblings. An older sister and her younger brother. Catla and Calf. First off, who names their kid after a cow? Second off, poor families. Two children, one games.
From eleven comes a suprise: an absolutely stunning girl. I mean, think if Finnick-Odair-was-pretty-and-a-girl gorgeous. This is the girl who'll get sponsers for her beauty.
From twelve: as per usual, with the exception of Katniss Everdeen, two freaked out starving kids, stained and dirty with coal. The girl is thirteen. Maple Conreed. But she looks... so defiant. I can't help thinking that even though she's one of the few people smaller than me, I've got to be careful around her.
I am so dead.
Six amazing Careers. Two Johanna Masons in the making. Two siblings, who will fight for each other in a way that no one else will. A stunner who'll get all the sponsers. And a mystery girl from twelve. Oh, and the crazy from six.
And then there's Jenny, already crying. And then there's me.
Run, run as fast as I can, no one can catch me, I'm the ghost man.
But who am I kidding? Unless I can create some sort of bomb, then I'm done.
(August 18, 2012 - 8:24 pm)
Random message from Anesla:
You! Are! Not! Pairing! Me! With! That! Crazy! Annoying! Little!....ugh! I'll kill him! I'll kill him during the first five hours of our alliance! No, the first hour! Give. Me. A. Competent. Ally. Or. I'll. KILL YOU!
Random message from Kestrel:
I want a tree to hide under!
~~~
Hm. I'm thinking, after all of the incompetent/non-POV careers get killed, the three competent ones (Hyaline, Ness, Calan) get together and stay together till everyone dies (except for one person.)
Probably either Liriope with Siv, Liriope's a loner and Siv with Maple, Siv as the loner and Liriope with Maple, all of them are loners, Siv, Liriope and Maple together, ugh. This is confusing. I'm giving up until Annie says whether she wants allies or not. Grrr. Confusing-ness.
Let's go ahead and use Cato. Yay.
~~~
I love my characters so much. Kestrel because I enjoy writing his PoV and his day-dream moments are hilarious (Yes, I mean, no.) Ness just because she's an awesome Career and she's very bloodthirsty and evil and whatnot, which sets her apart from my other characters. And I just love this quote: "I don't believe in tokens. They're just something to angst over.,
~~~
I'll end my unnecessarily long comment now.
(August 18, 2012 - 10:01 pm)
Sorry, I wrote that before I realized that Dennis was going to be in the Career pack. *sigh* I was tired.
I'm thinking of Calan just... uh, tridenting? Dennis a few minutes after the bloodbath at the Cornucopia is over. Or Ness can kill him if she wants. Do you want Anesla to be called Anesla or Nesla or Ness or Nessa?
2. Yeah, that means Sylvia has to die somehow and then Calan has to pretend to be mad because she's his district partner and she's not totally horrible and he'll have to go hunt down whoever killed her.
3. Cato will at some point or another slap or punch or do bodily harm towards Dennis.
4. Aren't Kestrel and Liriope going to be allies?
5. Anesla(TiffanyW.), Calan(SC), Liriope(Melody) or Maple(Annie)? Right now, I'm definitely not saying die for Calan.
6. Siv is my darling cynic this time around. But I really like Calan, too. I'm still getting to know them.
7. Dennis Wyld... already approaching Luxuria Salman level of dieness.
(August 19, 2012 - 9:17 am)
I just realized that Seedar is the Victor from eleven,so lets just say I've been talking about Seedar the whole time. Sorry guys.
(August 19, 2012 - 10:17 am)
Whoops, didn't really mean to call Denniss 'incompetent'. I just meant that he was, you know, annoying and not meant to be alive.
Ahh! So many comments! I want to see them so much.....
(August 19, 2012 - 6:17 pm)
Is it too late to join?
name: Anita
age: 14
gender: Female
district: 5,energy
appearance: boycut black hair; piercing amber, almost yellow eyes; freckles; has very long legs
personality: intelligent (not foxface smart, but knows quite a lot), forgiving, usually nice, competetive, but has no intent of winning the games. Instead her only aim is to live long enough to make her family proud. Very loyal.
skills: utilizing natural materials. Her main strategy is traps. Has a good grasp of electrionics and anything that has to do with energy.
she will die, but only around halfway through or something.
(August 19, 2012 - 10:24 am)
Yay! Im a mystery girl! By the way, I don't want real allies, just people that I help and that help me sometimes. Is it ok if we pull a Katanis?
Maple---
My mothers parting words were, "You have a reble mentor and skills of your own. You can win"
"I will win for you and Birch."
Now, siting on the train, I start thinking how to get sponsers. I'm normally the strong, silent characters in the games my friends and I play, so thats what I'm going to do. No mater hard Effie tries to get me to soften up, it won't work. I'm normaly detatched, so I'm sometimes called mystery girl by my teachers. I can use this to my advantage.I wait for my mentor to come in. I wonder if its Katanis, Peeta or Haymich.
---
My mentor walks in. I turn and smile. "Hamich was to drunk for the job?"
"No," Katanis sighs. "I wanted to give you too the best chance of winning. Wheres your partner?"
I shrug.
"Oh well. I'll talk to him later. So, what are your talents."
"I can hunt and gather. I also know my poisons well."
"Can you use a wepon?"
'Throwing daggers."
"Can you clime trees?"
"Yea."
"You arent very talkative." I shrug.
"I'm planing to be the '"mystery girl"'. I'm going to keep to my self and show my talents to the person who might be dead."
"Well, we need a theme for you out fit that fits that attitude. Something that says 'I'm a weakling but I'm still going to fight' right out loud, yet gives a suttle sence of foreboding that says, 'I know what Im doing so back off'."
I shrug and stare out the window.
---
Please tell me if I sound too Mary Sue
(August 19, 2012 - 5:41 pm)
Uh... we kind of killed Katniss and Peeta and Cato won the the 74th Games. Thus, no rebellion. In my head!canon, the reason the 75th Hunger Games (Quarter Quell) was made up of victors was to insure that either Katniss died (no rebellion) or Peeta died (Katniss was scared off of rebelling) or they both died (no rebellion). So the 75th Hunger Games, the Quarter Quell, was something totally horrible, but the tributes weren't former victors.
(August 20, 2012 - 11:21 am)