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24 Tributes, 24 Tragedies, A Hunger Games Roleplay

TatlTails

WANTS HER VMS BACK
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Location
Ente Isla
Madi just nodded again, soon averting her eyes and turning them towards the weapons. She didn't want to talk, especially if she could avoid it. She would sound weak if she talked, and she didn't wanna seem weak. Not here...

((WAIT. BLEEPING WAIT. DID WE SKIP THE GRAND ENTRANCE THING, THE THING STYLISTS WOULD BE INVOLVED IN? BECAUSE IF SO, THEN I WOULD BE SAD BECAUSE I WANTED BANGS TO DESIGN SOME OUTFITS AND STUFF.))
 
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blue-eyes

Phoenix
Joined
Jul 28, 2010
Location
Among the stars
"Ok, see you after training!" Jordan said, grabbing some knives and a bow with quiver and walking towards a cluster of targets. He n nocked an arrow on the string and drew back. As he released the string, he knew the arrow went off course, sailing past the target, and do to some stupid design ninths training room, shot right by the faces of the career pack.

(No that's before the interviews which is after the training as far as I know, and I was excited for the interviews)
 

Shadsie

Sage of Tales
Madi just nodded again, soon averting her eyes and turning them towards the weapons. She didn't want to talk, especially if she could avoid it. She would sound weak if she talked, and she didn't wanna seem weak. Not here...

((WAIT. BLEEPING WAIT. DID WE SKIP THE GRAND ENTRANCE THING, THE THING STYLISTS WOULD BE INVOLVED IN? BECAUSE IF SO, THEN I WOULD BE SAD BECAUSE I WANTED BANGS TO DESIGN SOME OUTFITS AND STUFF.))

I kind of forgot about that... whoops. I needed to get the rp going again. We can have consultation with the stylists and the grand charioteering and stuff. Maybe this is just an initial meeting in the training hall and they're all to do lots of training throughout the week?

Go ahead and bring your stylist character in at any time!
 

TatlTails

WANTS HER VMS BACK
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((Well, to be fair, I still haven't decided which district to give Bangs yet. Good to know I can just have her do her thang whenever, but it's still kinda hard to choose...))
 

Shadsie

Sage of Tales
(We're just in the "meeting, greeting, getting to know one another" stage right now).

Vashe wandered around the hall, heading for the lunch-area. She idly wondered if her and Luke's stylist was going to dress them up in some hokey "cowpoke" gear like the people from District 10 always seemed to be made-up as. She looked about warily at other Tributes, wondering which of them would take her as a kill eventually. In spite of this, she tried to smile. If she was livin' like it was her last days on earth, she was gonna give it away. If they were all slated to die, a smile was the least she could give anyone to make Hell a little more bearable. At the same time, she did shoot all of the Career-types fierce looks, "don't underestimate me" look.

She didn't know what kind of food Luke liked, really. She saw him eat a little bit on the train, but she didn't know what she really liked. She wanted to grab something for him. She's come to like the kid, she really did. Everything on the table was fresh and rich - the kind of food Vashe's family couldn't afford. It amazed her... how well the Capitol fed their "livestock" before slaughter.
 

TatlTails

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Luke had seemed to like everything he tried, actually. It was only his attention span that kept him from eating everything there. Guess that was lucky for him, huh? But right now, he had actually found a secluded little corner of the room, and dragged a bunch of different weapons there. He threw knives at the wall, shot arrows at the knives, hacked a dummy apart with an axe, and totally slaughtered a whole group of dummies with a simple longsword. He wasn't attempting to catch anyone's attention, he was just focused on the inanimate enemies that soon met their end.

Though Madi had pretty much tuned everyone out by that point. It was something Dagger had mentioned in training once, something like "Observe your enemies for as long as you have to, but no longer. You look at them for too long, you'll end up psyching yourself out." And she already felt psyched out as it was. So she just took some of the knives on the table, took a deep breath, and started to practice. It was just training like normal, stuff Dagger would teach her every day. No difference, really... Except for the fact that this was the Hunger Games' training room, and Dagger wasn't here.
 

Ganondork

goo
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Nov 12, 2010
Manius stepped into the training room late. Who cared if he was late? He was going to win anyway. And he was District 1, so all the sponsors were going to pay his way through the game. Apathy washed over him as he strode over towards the weapons rack. He noticed a pair of twin scythes waiting for him. A smirk spread across his face.

Training was boring to him. He flexed his muscles a little, sliced up a few dummies, and then went back to his room. Rinse and repeat that for a few days. He was bored. That was, until the arrow sailed past his head. He looked over and saw a kid, who appeared scrawnier than him, with a bow in his hand.

He strode over. “What’s the deal with the arrows, kid? Don’t know how to aim?” He put a scythe to the boy’s throat. “Would you like me to only miss by a few inches, too?”
 

blue-eyes

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Jordan felt the cool metal of the scythe press up against his throat, and panic welled up in his chest. Rationally thinking, he knew that he wouldn't be killed. The Games meant more to the careers then settling a small problem. However, with the scythe to his throat , rational thought was all but gone. He lashed out, twisting his wrist to spin the bow, which collided with Manius's scythe handle, moving it away enough to only graze his arm. He threw the bo
w down and pulled out his daggers, still wary of conflict, and subtly moved to give him a better stance.

"Sorry! Didn't see you there! " he called, trying to diffuse the situation.
 
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Ganondork

goo
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Manius looked at him for a moment longer, his scythe now at his side. He studied the boy's eyes, wondering if it was worth getting into an alercation before the games even started. He shook his head before telling the boy, "Don't let it happen again. Next time, I won't hesitate to slit your throat." He put his scythe to the boy's chest, gently scraping it across his shirt before turning and walking away.

Manius felt alive for the first time in his life, and the games hadn't even started.
 

blue-eyes

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Jordan looked at his now torn shirt, inspecting for cuts. He found none. As he started working with his daggers, his adrenaline started wearing off, and he felt pain in his left arm. He saw a shallow cut, but it was superficial, and he could bind it himself. He wandered around the room, distrusting any training station involving natural resources, as nothing the Capitol taught him was true about the arena.
 

Doc

BoDoc Horseman
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Erin stood in the middle of the hall studying the weapons. When the girl from District 10 flashed her a look, Erin waved it off. The girl didn't intimidate her, nor did anyone else. Erin strutted towards a rack with several throwing knives. She threw them at multiple targets, managing to sink a knife into each of them. Her goal was intimidate the other tributes.

She paid no mind to what the others were doing. That is, before Manius nearly killed one of the tributes. Once her fellow Career left the kid alone, Erin walked to Manius' side. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Just save it for the Games. There you can make the kid suffer without the Capitol coming after you."

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Ashlynn nervously and awkwardly looked around the training hall, not at the weapons but the people holding them. She made sure to stand close to Trevor while in there. He was the closest thing she had to a friend in there. Ashlynn was unfamiliar with any of the weapons. The only thing in there she had seen before was the axe. She considered picking it up and using it, but was unsure in her ability to look like a threat.
 
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Shadsie

Sage of Tales
Vashe put her hands on her hips and shouted, seeing this shameful display.

"What is your problem, District 1?!" she called. "It was an accident! We aren't supposed to kill each other before we get into the Games! Do you want to get your family tortured for your insubordination or something, huh?"

She sighed and shook her head, going over to the District 6 boy. She tried to get a look at the cut. "We should call the nurse," she said. "They'll get it fixed right up. If you go into the Arena crippled, no one will help you. I'm sure you don't want to be a sitting duck."

Vashe knew she was acting strangely. She wasn't interested in forming an alliance, which was the usual motive when Tributes were nice to other Tributes. She was just interested in knowing the dead before they were dead, was all, and, more deviously, some part of her wanted to make everyone regret what they were going to do to her. She had seen it time and again when forced to watch the Games: Kind "characters" illicited something in the viewers, particularly in her district - that budding urge to rebellion that was just underneath the surface of Panem. Vashe didn't have any illusions that she was going to start a revolution. She thought, however, her memory might become a part of such a thing when the time came sometime in the future.

She was going to be as kind as possible. She was going to make everyone - the Tributes, Mentors, Capitol citizens and random viewers question everything.

Besides, being nice made her happier than being cruel or indifferent. She wanted to spend her final days in happiness.
 

Ganondork

goo
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Manius heard the girl shout at him, and smirked. He was exhilarated to hear her response. As he continued slicing dummy after dummy, he watched her with a sidelong gaze. She was showing kindness to the boy. A small laugh escaped the confines of his lips. Kindness was weakness. He knew that she would be who he killed first. He was excited for that moment to arrive, and he would relish watching her looks of horror as she gasps for her final breath. He also watched the other District 1 tribute with a careful eye. He saw her precise aim, and he knew that she could be of use to him. If he was too eager, he would wake up with knives in his chest, anyway. He knew then that he needed to solidify an alliance with her, temporary or not.
 

Shadsie

Sage of Tales
Icaria Lockheed strolled down the promenade, to the area where the mentors could observe the training Tributes. She was in her blue work-jumpsuit and had left a pair of frazzled toothbrushes in her front breast pocket, the bristles black and greasy. She'd just been giving the crane-arm on the pickup hovercraft a final cleaning. Unfortunately, some of the little screws and grooves still contained slight remains of some of last year's Tributes. Of course, Icaria had forgotten that she had these toothbrushes in her pocket.

She popped some bubble-gum she was chewing and took a look below. She wondered if Haymitch wanted to get a drink with her later. She took a look at the District 1 boy. He looked vicious. She wondered if he was a bleeder. Career or not, one of the District 1 kids had to die and the Career-types usually died in the messiest of ways.

Her poor District 6 kids were down there, too. Kids from her district almost never survived. She'd be escorting their coffins home in the end, of course. She wasn't a mentor, but couldn't help developing some small connection, "home-district pride," and all.
 

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