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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)
Nah, it's okay. I don't know what SC or Blue Moon think of this, but I'm honestly relieved because I didn't really know what to do for Nessa's outfit. Will post later.
(September 9, 2012 - 8:05 pm)
Liriope~
It was the big day. The day I finally got to meet my enemies. That was what I had decided to call them. They certainly weren't my friends. Kestrel and I were getting ready just outside the entrance. I smoothed the creases out of my costume. If I was good at presenting my angle today, I could win this thing.
"You ready?" Kestrel asked.
"I think so," I answered, "but I'm so nervous. This is our chance to present ourselves to Panem. I'm going to blow it."
"You'll be fine," Kestrel answered.
Vidienne nudges me. "Get in there," she whispers to me. I step into the chariot. It starts to pull us away. Vidienne curls up the corners of her mouth and points to her cheeks. Just as we are in the arena, I smile.
I wave lovingly to the crowd. "Nice girl, nice girl, nice girl," I chant to myself.
"Did you say something?" Kestrel asks. I shake my head and turn on even more charm. Slowly, I look around at the other Tributes. Will that one kill me or that one? Only time will tell...
(September 10, 2012 - 7:32 pm)
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(September 13, 2012 - 8:41 pm)
How about the career districts go first.
(September 16, 2012 - 1:55 pm)
They didn't go first because I just wanted to put the districts in order, they didn't post first because, well, that's their choice.
(September 17, 2012 - 9:50 am)
I just want someone to post first so I can get ideas for my post. I won't post right away.
@ Listening Daisy: I was posting a suggestion for higher districts to post first.
Man, I used the word post a lot. Post, post, post. I've decided I will say post three times, (post post post) for every time I say post once (post post post). Time to end this extremely random post (post post post).
Bye!
(September 21, 2012 - 3:31 pm)
asdfjkl; SO MUCH HOMEWORK *dies*
Okay, well, that's why I haven't been posting. But anyway, here you go.
~Hyaline
"Hop up in the chariot," says Cecilia. I do as she says and already feel like I'm going to fall over. I steady myself grimly, determined not to make a fool of myself. What if I fell over in front of all of Panem? I would be a laughingstock. Not only that, I would be dead and there goes my chance for glory.
Two snow-white horses are harnessed and tethered to the front of the chariot. Suddenly I hear the horse's hooves clopping on the floor and the roar of the crowd and oh no, I'm not ready. I almost fall over but catch myself at the last moment. Camellia is waiting just before we are revealed to the crowd. She gives me a confident grin and a little wave. I hold my chin high as the chariot is revealed to the whole of Panem. Alexander is standing next to me, looking a little cowed by all of the noise. I stand stiffly next to him, glaring at the crowd, but then I decide to be friendly, so I wave. That crowd is made almost entirely of potential sponsors and I want every advantage I can get.
"Dis-trict One!" The crowd chants. Every year our district gets a huge reception, partly due to our popularity with the Capitol and partly due to the brilliance of our stylists.
Then District Two comes out and the spotlight is turned away from us. Cheers ring through the Capitol as the tributes emerge. Well, of course, District Two did very well last year. Even if Cato was more about brawn than brains. But this year, District Two will not be the victor.
I will.
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Sorry about the shortness. My creative muse is hiding out right now in a corner of my brain which is not full of formulas and all that. Gah.
Spammy says bixy.
(September 23, 2012 - 11:57 am)
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(September 26, 2012 - 10:37 pm)
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(September 28, 2012 - 7:45 pm)
SOMEONE PLEASE POST! I NEED MORE IDEAS! THE CHARRIES ARE SICK!!!
Maple: Jeez, you don't have to be so loud. *cough*
YES I DOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maple: Shut up. *sniff* You're giving me a headache.
Oh sorry. BYE!
Maple: Ow.
Sorry.
(September 28, 2012 - 8:55 pm)
NO DON'T DIE THREAD!!
Cleo~
I don't pay attention to the other tributes. I just stare straight ahead, Tru by my side. I'm afraid that if I look at them, they'll see me for what I am, a total wuss. Ahead of us, District ten's tributes stand in their chariot, dressed up like... a cow scene? I shake my head and hold my breath as we roll into the sunlight.
Millions and millions of people cheer and scream as we roll by. I see alot of sponsors looking straight at me and, in an effort to look good, give a big smile and wave. The crowd roars in responce. Tru nudges me in the ribs. "Nice one." I smile back. "Thanks."
Soon, we roll up to President Snow, looking scary as usual. "Welcome!" He calls. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" I only half listen. I think the sponsors liked me! I have a chance at winning this thing!
Venia meets us later. "That was great!" She says. "You looked beautiful! Come on, lets go to your suits and let you get ome rest. You have a long day tomorrow."
I can barely believe my room. It's huge and plush, and has everything I could want there. Food, plush sofas, and a huge TV. I say goodbye to everyone and change into black plants and a blue shirt. I collapse on the bed and dream about winning.
Maybe.
Sorry it's so short. I'm exhausted and my creative juices are not really flowing.
(October 4, 2012 - 2:25 pm)
Toppy!!
(October 4, 2012 - 6:14 pm)
Ugh. I have abandoned this thread. So sorry. Back at last.
Anesla-
The tribute parade went well enough, in my opinion at least. It was the tributes from 1 and 11 that really stole the show, but the girl from seven and the ones from ten weren't too bad either. The boy from seven looked hilarious, fidgeting around in his leaf costume, and three was absolutely pathetic. Pathetic, I repeat.
The following morning, I got up early and talked to Cato about strengths and angles and weaknesses. I was best with daggers, quite good with edible plants, good enough with a sword, but was horrible at long-distance attacks. Though I hated bows, seeing as Katniss Everdeen had been a personal unfavorite of mine (and with most of the Career Districts, really) Cato yelled that if I was going to throw my chance of winning away over some girl who won a few years ago due to luck and sponsors, then District Two could just go ahead and place their trust into Deniss. That shut me up. I was going to win, not that little whiny muttation.
So in the training center, Deniss and I parted ways; he went to the camouflage station and I, after reviewing my other skills, resignedly headed toward archery and spent the morning missing targets.
Kestrel-
The tribute parade was horrible. I suppose I got a few supporters, but most of them were paying attention to District 12 or 11 or 1 or even Liriope rather than me. I probably just looked weird.
The morning after that, Oakl started pacing around my bed. "Get up! Get up! Get up you soft idiot! It's the training center today!"
At the words 'training center' I jumped out of bed as if all the Careers in the history of the Games were chasing after me. "What did you just say?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself!" he yelled, and bounded away.
And so, I found myself in the Training Center, wielding a sword that w too heavy for me. Edible plants was the only things I was good at at. Archery I didn't even try, partly because the strawberry-blonde haired girl from District Two glared at me every time I even came close. Camouflage, I was good enough at the camouflage itself but I was terrible at sitting still. Knives? Don't even think about it. I have no idea what I'm going to do for the Gamemakers.
(October 5, 2012 - 10:10 am)
Catla~
I threw a dagger, it hit the side of the ground and wimpily fell, guess that's not my stronge suit. I twirled a stick next, the training staff master showed me some patterns, I wasn't that bad at this, my hands moved agilely and I guess that was good. I tried the sling shot next, also a stronge suit. Calf did everything I did, he was good at everything I did, we failed a archery and hiding our tracks, we also were not great climbers, and did not move that fast. We worked on our endurance, over and over. We were okay with edible plants too, but not great, we ended our day at the camoflage station, attempting, to look like bark. It was a sad attempt, trees would be ashamed.
(October 6, 2012 - 11:56 am)
The parade went really well. There was a lot of "DIS-TRICT TWELVE!" The outfits were amazing. I was a dying ember, fighting to keep burning. When a rose so red it was almost black came flying at me, I caught it and thrust it in the air, like Katniss did with Peeta.
"Maple. Maple! MAPLE!" I jerk out of bed.
"You better not act like that when you're in the arena," Katniss tells me.
"I won't," I reply. Even in this luxurious suite we can't sleep in.
"Come on, we're going to the training centre today."
About an hour later, we are all at the training centre. I head to the edible plants, then camouflage, then knife throwing. Climbing, healing plants and oils, and fire starting are next. I attempt using the axes, but I come very close to cutting my own leg off. I'm fairly good with archery, but all of the moving targets drop on my head. When I go to the shelter building section, I see an exremely beautiful girl. I recongnise her as Cleo, from District 11. She looks like she would die right off the bat, but she'll get lots of sponsors. I walk up to her.
"It would be a good idea to wrap the rope around each stick," I tell her. "It will stay together better."
She looks up at me. "Why are you here?" she asks.
"I thought maybe we could be allies," I said. "You'll get loads of sponsors, and I know how to hunt and find water underground. We're both good with plants. I think we would make a good team."
"I'll think about it," she said, and left.
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Are you ok with that, Gigi? I just really want to be allies with Cleo.
Bye!
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Mister Sharp
(October 6, 2012 - 3:38 pm)