Hunger Games - RP

I'm starting it now. But the APPS will be open until the Games start. So you've still got plenty of time to make yours.

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Terma's eyes opened slowly. It was reaping day. She looked out the window. Her neighbors were already up. Nuria was sitting up on her bed. Her belly was very big. She looked at her and smiled. Nuria smiled back. "I'd love to help you but I can't." Nuria said. Terma nodded. Terma couldn't help but be happy in the presence of Nuria. Her little sister was soon to be born. She didn't care if it was her half sister, family is family. She went to her father's room and shook him awake. "Mont. It's reaping day!" Terma said. Oak woke up from his room and jumped into Terma's arms. "Don't leave me!" He said. "Don't worry Oak. My name's only been in there 5 times. I won't be reaped." Terma said. She ate her breakfast and changed into her green dress and braided her hair. "I'll be back soon!" Terma said. The horn blared and she ran towards the square.

Tessa was prepared. She walked to the square from **PLACE IS CLASSIFIED BECAUSE SHE IS A MYSTERY**. "Ah, reaping day.... how interesting. I hope I get picked, I do." She walked over to sign in.

Terma stood in the crowd of 15-year olds. She thought about her stepmother and her future sister. She looked at the escort, who took her place in the microphone. Behind her sat the mayor, his daughter and his son. She looked around and sighed.

Mabel sighed. She stood in a group of 18 year olds, who chatting up to the point where Mabel almost wanted to volenteer so she could leave the little pig pen. She wore her mother's sky blue dress, who wore it when she was 18. It was ruffly at the top and quite pretty compared to the others. Many kids were nervous, hysterical even, tears rolling down their cheecks and kids cowering in fear. Mabel and a few other stood up straight and tall, not afraid. Those were the kids that had the most slips flying around in the glass ball of horrors. Mabel had 56 slips in there. She was relieved that she wouldn't have to participate, but at the same time dissapointed. Being 19 next year ment no tesserae for her. Oh well. District 11's announcer, Melinda Goldberg, walked onto the stage at that very moment. It's time, Mabel thought, shaking with grief and excitement.

((Btw which hunger games is this?))

((I don't know.. Let's just pretend it's the 59th, alright?))

Terma stood in the crowd. The escort, Filley, walked up to the bowl. "Ladies first!" She said. Her hands wobbled around. Terma was shaky. There was no way she would get reaped, right? 5 times isn't a lot. She thought and thought, when she noticed a silence. It made her wonder. She looked around. Every single eye was set on her. "Terma June? are you there?" Filley asked. Terma's eyes popped open. She stood up straight. Her hands behind her back. She was gripping them tightly. "Oh there you are, Terma! Go ahead, I don't bite!" Filley said. Terma watched in the crowd. Her step-mom wasn't there, as she was pregnant and soon she'd give birth, but her dad was there. He was holding Oak's face against his chest. Tears were streaming down both of their faces. Terma imagined her mother. She suddenly became weak, feeling her knees tremble, as she thought of her sister. There was a high chance she would never know her. Terma's eyes wilted like a flower, but Filley pushed her up straight. Terma looked at her dad. She remembered a sign language her dad taught her. Terma looked at her dad, Mont. He did a word with his fingers. He stuck up two fingers, up, then he moved his hand up-side down, and got the two fingers down and stuck up the other three fingers. Then he put up his other hand, then pressed it against his forehead. Terma smiled. Stay strong. You'll make it. Terma pinched her right arm with her left hand and then did the opposite. She stuck up her pink finger on both hands and blew at them. Her dad smiled back. Name her Fern. Do it for mom. Terma's eyes then focused at Filley. She took out another name. "----". A boy stood out from the crowd, his blue eyes looked around nervously. He stroked his blonde hair and ran to the stage, crying. He was clearly young. Like 12 or 13. "Shake hands." Filley said. "NO! I.. I volunteer!" A brown-eyed, blonde-haired boy, who was about 17, pulled the younger boy out of the stage and into a woman's arms. They both continued to cry. "Alright then, now, shake hands." Terma awkwardly shook hands with the boy. "I'm Terma June. 15." Terma said. "Mason Terry. 17." The boy said. "Was that your brother?" She whispered. Mason nodded. Filley escorted them inside the Justice Building.

Mabel eyed Melinda as she dug her overlylong fingernails into the ball. She pulled out a small piece of paper, and she struggled to read the tiny handwriting. "Nasal Vest! Nasal Vest, come on up!" she yelled. A man walked up to the stage and whispered into Melinda's ear. "Huh? Mabel West? Is that...Mabel West, come on up!" Mabel blushed and walked up onto the stage. She stared down at the crowd, they stared back. She stood up straight and pretended like she wasn't going to kill herself right now. Melinda, being a chatty little woman, paid this no mind. "Well well, a confident one!" she squealed. "Now for the male tribute, who is...Wayne Bummers...er, Summers!" another 18 year old climbed up the stage, and this one Mabel knew. He was much shorter than her and had blue eyes and brown hair. "Hi, Mabel." he said. "Hi." Mabel replied, not feeling really talkative. Wayne smiled nervously and Melinda pushed them offstage and twoards the justice building. Mabel mouthed help me to Wayne, but they were seperated to say their goodbyes. Mabel, unfortunately, didn't have a family to say goodbye to. Just friends.

Terma sat in the room. Her dad walked in. Terma stood up and they hugged. Oak ran up to her. Terma smiled, with tears in her eyes. She carried Oak in her shoulders. "No. Don't cry. You don't want to seem weak. Or they'll eat you up. Not in a good way." He used his finger to wipe Terma's tears. Terma tried to look happy. "Remember what I told you. Be brave." Terma said. "Also remember what I said," Terma added. "Name her Fern. That was mom's name. She deserves to be honored. Do that for me." Terma said. "I'll tell Nuria. I hope she does it." Terma smiled. "Thanks." She hugged them. They huddled together. "Win this, Terma. You're good with axes. You're strong. You can carve things and build shelter." Her dad said. "But.. carving things doesn't really help in terms of survival.." Terma said. "But sponsors will love it." Her dad said. "You know how to hunt. You know how to draw. You'll make it." Mont said. "But.. what does drawing do?" Terma asked, confused. "Camouflage." Terma nodded. Mont slipped a piece of golden string out of his pocket. Terma looked at it. "Family tradition." Her dad said. "Your mother was supposed to tie it around your hand when you turned 16.. but.. it won't happen.." Mont explained. "So I'll do it. Promise me this will be your token." Terma nodded. Her dad got to his knees. Terma spread out her hand and her dad tied it around her wrist. Terma smiled. "Now, the second part of the tradition is.." Her dad said, when a hand reached out through the door and pulled him out, along with Oak. The peacekeeper walked up to Terma. "Time's up." Terma nodded, and she was guided inside a car with her escort.

Mabel sighed. Her friend Maple walked inside. "Hi Maple." she said. Maple grinned. "C'mon, it's okay. You...you're going to win. You killed that genetically modified bear." "But that was when my mom and dad helped. And..." "Don't worry. You know how to fight. And you have the token to prove it." Maple pulled something out of her pocket. It was a necklace. Mabel's hunting necklace. "I...I'd always put a feather on that thing when I killed a bird." Maple strung it around Mabel's neck. "Relax, Mabel. You can do it. You're like a ninja, an assasin. You'll be so good I'll barely even remember you're alive. And just remember..." then the peacekeepers showed up. Maple tried to squeeze in the last words. "All ways go for the...mmph!" the peacekeepers covered her mouth and she pointed to her eyes. Mabel was confused. She winked to Maple, signaling her knew what she said. Always go for the eyes. What did she mean? Mabel thought as she was escorted to the train car.

((Sorry for being late))

Rain got her finger pricked. It was a dull pain and she didn't care about it for awhile. Her dress was navy blue with white buttons going down the back. Her hair in a fishtail braid. And white flats. She was directed towards the other 17 year-olds. Just one more year of this. Just one more and I can find a suitor and have a family and leave the games behind forever. Rain picked at her lose strand of hair and pulled it out. Now the lady was starting to call up names. "Ladies first! Our lady is... Rain Frost! Come up here Rain!" The lady yelled. Maybe I won't have a family, or suitor, or anything... but at least I'm going to fight to try.

Terma saw Mason walk into the car. Huge crowds of people waited outside. Her eyes darted around, searching for Oak and Mont. She sighed. Filley was talking even though no one else was listening. Terma looked at Filley, in her swirly blue dress, with her purple eyes and golden hair. Her whole body was covered in green and purple glitter. Filley also had extremely long eyelashes, and her cheekbones were extremely deep. Probably as a result of many surgeries. Filley blabbered on about the luxuries of the Capitol, when they arrived at the train station. The three of them got inside the train. Terma's jaw dropped. She sat in the living room chair and took a bite into a muffin. She looked guiltily at Filley. "Oh, don't look at me, you eat as much as you want." Terma walked around, eating and eating, along with Mason. "Hey.. you were extremely brave." Terma said to Mason. Mason smiled. "Thanks." Mason answered. "Well, I'm going to call Tyson. I'll tell him that you're here." Filley walked around, to another room, and came back with a man. He was tall. His skin was a toasted color, a little dark. His eyes were brown and he had a shaved head with little hair on it. "He's Tyson." Filley said, looking short, compared to him. Filley was even wearing her huge high heels.

Mabel stirred a glass of orange juice with a straw. Wayne nibbed on a roll. Melinda seemed to go on and on about fashion, food, how exciting the games were, blah blah blah. Wayne looked like he was going to die. Mabel groaned. "Stomach ache, dear?" Melinda asked. "No...I'm fine." Mabel said. Melinda kept blabbing and babbling. Her blue lips and pink hair sparkled, and she had a frilly orange dress and pink high heels. Her violet-pink eyes sparkled with...they really WERE sparkling. Weird. Melinda was about to start talking about new contacts when Mabel interrupted. "When do we meet our trainer?" she asked. Melinda laughed. "He'll be here tomorrow morning. It'll be a big big day!"

Terma looked at Tyson. "So.. you're our mentor.." Terma said. Tyson nodded. "Yeah." Mason sat in the bar table, spinning around in his chair. Terma sighed. "I'm tired." She said. She sat in her bedroom, in the top bunker, and watched TV, until Filley ran into her room. "Terma.. I've got news." Terma gasped. "What?" She asked. "Your sister.. she's been born." Filley said. Terma wanted to throw up there. She ran to the bathroom and locked herself inside. She sat on the toilet and sobbed.

Another Boy was called. His name was Forest Mann. That last name had to be old. Rain was just thinking about how hard she was trying not to cry. His family name might die with him. Rain was sad. She just had this one year and she was done... fate decides her path now. Rain was directed towards an area to say good bye to her family. Her mom came, tears stung Rain's eyes. "Its okay Rain... Its okay." Her mom stroked Rain's long blonde hair. "Never let them chop this off." Her mom said taking a strand. Rain's older brother Van came. "Hey kid. Here is a tip: alliances are key." Van whispered. Her dad nodded solomely and said love you. The peace keepers directed her out. She waved bye to her weeping family and thought that would be the last time. She was supposed to meet her mentor in 15 mintues.

Terma heard loud knocks on the bathroom door but she didn't open it. She placed her head against her knees and decided she would stay there until she had to leave the train. She fell asleep there.

Rain was directed to a train. This is where she met Forest Mann. "Hello." he said like a gentle man and pulled a seat out for her. She plopped down unamused. He was probably planning to find her weaknesses at the moment. "So, Forest? What are your greatest technuqes?" She sipped some tea quietly. "The basics. Throwing and more distance stuff." She said taking a little cake popping it in his mouth. "Yours?" He said with frosting on his lip. "Oh, hand to hand combat and sword work." She said wipeing the icing off his lip.

Someone knocked down the door. "TYSON!" Terma yelled, tears in her eyes. Tyson picked her up, like if Terma was a little baby, and sat her in the living room. "Calm down.." Tyson said.

Mabel yawned and stretched in her seat. Melinda her a ring in her cellphone. "Your mentor is here!" A tall man walked into the room, about 20-30 years old. His eyes were green and hair blonde. Melinda giggled. "Let's give a warm welcome to your mentor, Harry." Mabel rolled her eyes and knew Melinda was blushing under her make-up coated skin. Mabel and Wayne rolled their eyes.

Sorry I'm late, I didn't have my computer with me over the weekend.

Tesserae opened her eyes, squinting as the sunshine blared through the silk curtains of the Justice Building. Sighing, she jumped out of bed, surprised to see her reaping outfit laid out on a stool for her; a knee-length turquoise dress, with green flats and a starfish pin. Smiling, Tesserae got dressed, braiding her blonde hair into a fishtail braid before reaching the square. When Tesserae heared the name of a young girl being called, she quickly called, "I volunteer!" She stepped up the stairs, and as the male was picked, she didn't even look at the glares her father shot her. Instead, she smiled as she boarded the train.

Rain saw as a tall broad shouldered woman walked through the door. She had short cropped red hair and freckles. "Hello, I am your mentor Shay." The mentor said. Rain nodded "I am Rain." Then Forest said "I'm Forest." Shay nodded and took a piece of cake and popped it in her mouth. "Okay what can we do with you to." Shay muttered. She looked down Rain's muscler figure and then at Forest's. "This is why I love district 2. Everyone is so strong. Now, What are your skills?" "Hand to hand combat and sword handeling." Rain parroted. Forest told his and Shay nodded with a grin on her face.

Mabel had only know her mentor for 5 minutes, and she hated him for two things:

1. He was stupid, and
2. He ate like a pig.

Harry had sucked down half a plate of eggs and 2 glasses of orange juice already. Mabel cringed. Wayne, however, was laughing. Apparently he thought Harry's lame jokes were funny. Mabel rolled her eyes and sipped her orange juice. Harry noticed the kill-me-now look on Mabel's face. "Don't worry, Mabel, your funeral will come soon." he said, and him and Wayne busted a gut. Mabel picked up her knife and stuck it straight through the table. Harry flinched. "Not funny." Mabel said. "Now tell us how to win this thing or the table won't be the only thing with a knife in it's skin." Wayne looked guilty. Harry sighed. "Hmm. I suppose you two have any talents?" Wayne piped up. "I am strong, and very, er...brutal, sir." Harry pondered a bit. "Brutal...hmm. So you will crack somebody's neck in a blink of an eye?" Wayne cringed. "I think so, but I don't want to." Mabel spoke at once. "I do! I want to...break...their..neck..." her voice faded. Harry laughed. "Okay, I have a giant and a ninja. What will I do?" He sipped his orange juice. "Well, when you go to train, I'd like you to try and make an alliance." he pointed at Mabel, who grumbled. "I work alone." Harry grinned. "Which is why, I think, an alliance would be great." Mabel became angry. "I don't want a bunch of stupid tributes holding me back, as far as I'm concerned they...would...kill...me..." Mabel suddenly realized what Harry was getting at. Go for the eyes. Mabel thought. Make them blind. Don't let them see their killer. That's what Maple meant. Harry smiled, knowing that Mabel had gotten the message. "And Wayne, please...I want you to look...crazy. Like a monster. Make everyone afraid of you so that they'll stay away." Wayne frowned. "But if someone attacks?" Harry laughed. "Then kill them, and scare the living daylights out of everyone else. You'll be protected by your reputation." Wayne looked sad, like he wanted a friend to alliance with. To Mabel, though, he was the luckiest guy in the world. Harry smiled. "You should get some rest."

Terma woke up from her sleep. She didn't remember going to bed, but she shook her head. She had breakfast. "We're almost there, guys! The Capitol is only 30 minutes away!" Filley said, in her strong Capitol accent. Terma sipped her tea. "Terma, Mason, you two must look good for the cameras." Terma nodded and went to her walking closet. She put on a short purple dress with silver shoes and did her own make-up.

The dress:

Mabel woke up the next morning. She put on some pants and a shirt. She went downstairs and found that Wayne and Harry were up before she was. She sat down and a plate of waffles with powdered sugar and a strawberry was pushed in front of her. A roll and some hot chocolate was also placed on the table. Capitol people sure did eat a lot. She gently cut her waffle and ate it as Melinda provided a conversation so that no one else really had to talk. "This is so exciting! In about half an hour you'll be at the Captiol! It's amazing, you won't believe the houses there! And the fashion, and...and.." she sipped her orange juice and continued. "It will be great! Now come on, we need to make you look fabulous!"

Terma walked into the dining room. Filley looked at her. "Not bad, honey. But let me do your hair!" Filley curled Terma's hair and made it into a half-pony.

Mabel walked out of her room in a sparkling blue dress and a blue sparkly headband with a blue rose on it. She had matching sparkly blue flats. Melinda looked very pleased with herself. "Bravo! You look wonderful." Mabel felt extremely uncomfortable but didn't have time to complain because Melinda squealed, "We're here!"

((DID I SAY TESSA OOPS I MEANT MAYE OOPS))

Maye flipped her hair as she walked up to volunteer. "I'm volunteering. I don't think anyone else is as prepared." She swiftly made her way to the train, and hopped on. On the way, since the Capitol was close, she quickly applied some makeup, and slid on a dark aqua high-low halter dress.