Hunger Gmaes rp
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Thread Topic: Hunger Gmaes rp
It's going to be the 70 Hunger Games so no entanglement with Peeta and Katniss. It's going to be set in a ghost town, where there's a well, around 15 houses spread out across the arena and it's terrain is very tall grasses. The weather is going to be bitter cold as if it's almost winter.
Name: Selene Oakshire
Looks: Tall, lean muscles, light brown jagged hair cut, light green eyes, crooked nose, and a scar across her mid-section
Personality: Judges quickly, harsh exterior, reacts too quickly sometimes, doesn't think some things through
Well looke here :0, we got ourselfs an HG Rp!
Name: Jade Lodestone
Looks: No facial hair, blonde with cold blue eyes, very agile and quick, not many muscles, red scar across his eyes.
Personality: Naive, Cold Heartening, Judges Quickly, Cold and Cruel eyes.
How many people would you want?
Ooh! Can I join??
Name: Krista Councel
District: 4 (fishing)
Looks: Long black hair, unusual gold eyes, tall and pale, thin
Personality: Rebellious, stubborn, independant
Anyone can join. Lets start at the reaping.
A slight swish of my hand brushes the beginning of a fray on the worn down stitches of the dark green day dress I wear. 'This is my last year. Please, please just let me slide by,' I think to myself as the speaker steps onto the stage.
Standing in the back of the crowd, it's hard to see, but I can hear well enough. Everyone seems too anxious to talk much. I shift nervously. One hand lays gently on the back of Sami, and the other on Dilan's shoulder. Although I'm terrified of being chosen myself, if either of my siblings are reaped, I will readily volunteer. Sami's only twelve, and Dilan follows at thirteen. So young...Realizing my gaze has strayed to the ground, I turn my attention back to the front, holdin my breath as the Capitol woman reaches in...
I look around at all of the siblings, young ones clinging to the eldest. That is one thing I'm glad of, no siblings for me to watch over. Just me, myself and I. Only on occasion did I see my father, and that was only when he walked out to work and back in.
My thoughts distracted me from the woman's speech about the capital and how excited she was for the Hunger Games to begin. Then her hand drew dangerously close to the bowl with nearly 30 slips with my name inside. Her hand rummages around and pulls out a slim piece of paper.
The woman's extravagant orange hair style seems to move with a mind of it's own as her white-pale skinned hand stretched toward the bowl. My breath seems to hitch in my lungs. Sami clutches fearfully at my clothes and I pull her close. Dilan bites his lip and stiffens under my now-tightened grip. A tiny slip of paper is drawn out and the woman gives us a sickeningly sweet smile through her blood red lips. My heart is beating a mile a minute, despite the fact that time seems to have slowed down.
"Selene Oakshire" She says perkily into the microphone. With those two simple words, my head starts to feel light, yet crushed at the same time. The ground no longer seemed stable underneath my feet as my knees wobble a little. Hands come up to my arms and grab on. "Don't touch me," I say and rip away from their grips. it's then that everything snaps back into its reality.
I sighed to myself. Another year, another reaping. But I had been lucky enough to avoid 5 years, could I avoid the sixth?
I really wouldn't get chosen, I remind myself. I had taken no Teserra this year and had only one entry. Calmness suddenly shot up through me.
I spit at the Site of these ladies who pick our names. Have they no shame or mercy for the terrified young ones I see next to me? How could someone take a young boy or girl so heartlessly and take them to the capitol for death?
And now its happening. The reaping has begun. I close my eyes and pray for the best.
Jade Lodestone! The female announcer cries out. Suddenly, all the calm in me is lost and a mixture of emotions has settled in. Everybody steps away from me, and the Peacekeepers are taking me in. I refuse to believe it, and two minutes later I will be in my warm cozy bed in District 2. I try Hard. Nothing works. My female partner, Hannah, my crush, is also reaped. Fear shoots through me. How can I allow to see my love being killed right in front of my eyes or me killing my love? That same female announcer is throwing us on to the train and my journey to hell is finally begun.
The male from my district is called up as well, Lucus Yemmers. We've know of each other, politely nodded to the other on occasion, but otherwise I don't think we've ever actually talked to one another.
I wait for my goodbyes but no one comes, not even my kind of close friend Abigail, my father skipping the reaping to stay at work. I sit in the room and wait until the peacekeepers come to get me and take me to the train. It's a luxurious train, beauteous yet gaudy. Amazing but not real.
"Krista Councel." Those two words and my whole world stops. I can hear my heart hammering, and suddenly I can't breath. I hear Sami cry out and hug my waist, and Dilan grabbs my arm, looking panicked. I push down the terror and take a shaky breath, gently pulling Sami away. Striding towards the front, I try to appear indifferent, although Sami's heartbreaking sobs ring all too clearly in my ears. Dilan bites his lip again, and I can detect the fear in his voice when he looks into my eyes and says pleadingly, "Krista, no..." I shake my head and walk past him, up next to the Capitol woman. I keep my head down, tears tracking silently down my face. As the woman reaches into the male dish, I pray for Dilan's safety. "Evan Osha!" I glance up in surprise. That...that can't be right. Evan and I had been best friends once. But he had changed, starting acting as though I didn't exist. Still, I don't want to see him killed. He makes his way through the crowd, somehow keeping a stony expression. However, when I hear a scream from his mother, Eda, a flicker of sorrow how's through. But he soon recovers, keeping his head down, just as I do. The Capitol woman is the only one who claps after words.
On the train now. My heart rushes almost a thousand miles an hour. Im going to die, I know it. Hannah is staring at me, almost expecting me to do something.
"We've got to join the careers, Hannah. Thats our only chance of survival".
She nods, and I know that she agrees with me. It doesnt matter now. The Capitol os shining right in fron of us. Both of us stare like we've never seen this before. But we have. Its a long story, ill tell you later. We reach our destination and smile together. For once in my life, it might actually go nice.
I see all of the beautiful things just for this train and somewhere deep inside, it sparks a deep burning hatred. I pick up a metallic clock, silver, sleek, shiny, beautiful. Next thing I know it's smashed on the floor. One day the people will get their revenge. One day.
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