The 57th Hunger Games! { RP}

Game-Makers: Klytie, Jeff

Arena-Making: Symphony~


I'll start a bit later. You guys can start by waking up, about an hour before the reaping!

Tila woke up in a sweat. Reaping. "Come on Tila! You will be late!!" Her mom called. Tila got her makeup on best dress a pink dress. She put on some pearls and she curled her hair. Since she was on district 1 she got all the best things. She rushed down the the stairs to get her makeup bag. She put some sparkly eye shadow and mascara and bronzer with blush to make her self look less pale. She ate her breakfast and grabbed her purse and sat down to check herself (again)

Her Dress:

Clara woke up. "This is a big day!" She said to herself, as she jumped right out of her bed and looked in the mirror. "Who's gonna win this Games? This chick will." Clara told herself while she played with her golden curls on the mirror. "I've been training all my life," She said, while she looked in her closet. "And this is the moment. Something big is gonna happen!" Clara said, now in her flowy vintage dress, of a very light blue color and flowers all over. Clara walked out the door and picked up a white flower, which she put on her hair. "I'm all set." Clara said. She had lived alone since she turned 18, and her wealthy parents got her a house for herself.

Klytie woke up, stretching her arms as the thick sunshine made it's way pat the thin blue curtains of the window next to her bed and into her eyes. She groaned, pulling the blue curtains over the window. She flipped her green sheets over her tanned-legs, yawning.

[I've read more of the Hunger Games, so I should 100% understand it. And sorry for starting really late!]

Dixie woke up to something wet touching her face. It was her weird little brother, licking her cheek like a puppy. She groans. "Get off of me" She says. Her brother was sitting on her, and he didn't move. "I said... get off of me!"

((I finished the 3 books! I'm really happy. I also discovered some of my friends are great fans. Of the movie, of course, because they don't like reading. Is it weird? I mean, I'm 10 and I read the 3 books.))

Court woke up.  His mother, older sister and younger brother were awake. Court stood up, lazily, and walked over to the kitchen, eating cereal, when his mom and brother walked up to him. Tidy, neat, and propperly dressed. Before his mom could say anything, his 20-year-old sister walked up to him. "Its the reaping, you idiot!" She yelled. Court immediately stood up and came back 20 minutes later in a thin shirt tucked into a pair of black pants, his perfectly done hair, and blue shoes. "Really? I thought it was tomorrow!"

{{ I finished the first book in 13 hours, and the whole trilogy in two days. ^_^ }}

Klytie then remembered- It was the day of the reaping! Her eyes grew wide as she flipped up, running to the closet and finding her dress; A lace shirt that had straps that were no longer than two fingers in length, and a turquoise skirt that was slightly long in the back than the front. She skipped to her vanity, pulling her wooden brush up as she combed through her short, blonde hair. After she was done, she let it flow down her neck, and popped her contacts into her sea-blue eyes. Smiling, Klytie skipped downstairs, her skirt swaying around.

{ SHE'S 12. }

((can we get to the reaping now?))
Clara walked joyfully to the reaping, got her finger picked for security, and stood in the crowd. About 10 more minutes and everybody will have arrived. 10 more minutes and the reaping will start. Just 10 more minutes.. In less than 3 hours I'll be in a train to the Capitol. Clara thought.

Her brother still didn't move. Dixie couldn't stand being late for the reaping. She groans and swings her leg off the bed, her brother tumbling off of her. "Get outta my room. I'm getting dressed" Dixie said to him, who was already walking downstairs to the living room.

Dixie opens her closet. She put on a green blouse that was tucked neatly inside tan pants. She puts on her white socks and sneakers, and then walked downstairs.

Court got to the Reaping with his 12 year-old brother. They got separated into different crowds as the place rapidly filled with young people. Court looked at the empty stage, when a Peacekeeper stood in front of him. "Uh, sir, you're blocking my view." The Peacekeeper looked at another Peacekeeper and nodded. The Peacekeeper moved to the side, allowing Court to see.

Dixie decided to go to the reaping alone. Her brother wanted to come along, but he's not old enough to be in the Hunger Games. Dixie steps outside and walks to the town square, her hands behind her back with her fingers crossed. She stood around in the crowd, staring blankly at the empty stage. Reaping will start soon.

Tila walked with some friends to the reaping. She didn't talk~ whats the point. She felt like she might get picked. "I just don't wanna die." Tila said to herself.

Dixie held her breath for a moment. Only a few more minutes until the reaping starts. Her hands were still behind her back, but she starts twiddling with her thumbs. It gave her something to do.

Tila stood there getting her finger pricked. She felt a numbness tear through her body. She went in line. She was next to some girls that went to her school.

Dixie was starting to sweat. She was getting really nervous. Of course, she wants to be picked, but what will the boy tribute look like? Older than her? Younger? The same age? Dixie shakes her head.

Clara stood in the crowd when the escort took place on stage. Clara didn't want to wait. She was very anxious.

Tila herd her name. She was stunned. She made it seem like no big deal. She walked to the stage waving her hands like she was queen. She looked like ir in her dress.

Clara waited and a name was called. The girl, about 15, walked up. Clara smiled, laughing to herself very silently. "I volunteer! I volunteer as a tribute!!"

The lady dressed in cute pastel colors looked at her and said "Do you want to give a speech?" Tila knodded and gave her pageant smile "I'm very happy to represent district 3! Please, let me, Tila lead you to victory!"

Clara walked up to the stage and stood beside her escort. She put her hands behind her back and waited, nodding.

The mayor walked up to the podium with two papers in his hand. The tributes for District 12 have been chosen. The crowd fell silent as he was about to call the names. The boy tribute was a tanned 18-year-old who looked physically stronger and more athletic than Dixie. Not to mention much taller. Ouch. How is he gonna react to a scrawny, yet athletic, 15-year-old girl?

It was time for the girl tribute to be called. Dixie crosses her fingers behind her back and held her breath. It felt like forever when the name finally left the mayor's mouth, "Dixie Jardine!"

((Since there is no boy in my district I'll make one up))
"For the boy~ Reef Caligar!!" The lady in pastel shouted. Tila gasped. Reef. Not Reef. Not her crush Reef. She didn't want him to kill her. She was turning white. ~Good thing she has that bronzer on~

As Klytie made her way to the reaping, she stood in a pile of clingy, shaky 12 year olds. They just started training this year, and were anxious that they wouldn't get chosen because their skills weren't well-developed yet. Klytie sighed at the pitiful group, and attempted to find her 15 year old sister, Clara. Unfortunately, she couldn't find her, and the reaping begun.

District 4's escort, Matilda, waddled onto the stage. She was wearing a deep-blue coloured tuxedo, with seven inch blue heels. Her nails had starfish on them, and her face was decorated with deep blue makeup. She looked like a clown. Her wig was the worst, though. It was white, with random area painted blue. It looked like it was done with a can of spray paint that had run out. As she opened her dark-blue coloured lips, her voice completely traumatized Klytie. It was high and sharp, ringing through the crowd. Klytie plugged her ears, ignoring the looks she received. When she seen Matilda stop talking and reach into the Girl's blow, she settled her hand down near her thighs. In almost no time, Matilda lifted the slip, unfolding the blue paper and read the name in small, cursive hand writing. She cleared her throat, and spoke with her Capitol Accent- " Klytie Flow!"

Dixie heard the 18-year-old boy tribute scoff as she made her way up to the stage. "This... little weakling is the girl tribute? C'mon! She looks like she barely eats!" Wow. That was a big slap in the face. "Never underestimate anyone by their appearance. Besides, she could have great skill" The mayor said. The boy tribute scoffs again. Dixie wanted to break his arm right then and there. She'll prove him wrong.

Now they have to shake each other's hands. The boy tribute had quite a strong grip, Dixie thought the bone sin her fingers were going to crack. Sheesh. How many hours a day does this guy exercise?

[Too lazy to come up with a name for him asdfghjkl]

It was the boys now in District 4. The escort took out a name amd read it out loud. It was Court's brother. That wasnt part of the plan. Court was gonna volunteer anyway. Court made it look like he was very hurt and worried, as he stepped through the crowd and said: "I volunteer! I volunteer! I volunteer as a tribute."