The 57th Hunger Games! { RP}

Klytie shot her head towards the boy who volunteered. He looked older. Much older. Klytie filled with despair. She was only 12. He would most likely kill her off during the Bloodbath. He looked pretty strong, so he would most likely join the Careers. She wanted to, but she had a feeling they'd eliminate her in the middle of the night. She's good with a trident, though. She could defend herself if she could get her hands on one..

Klytie snapped back into reality. The reality of what would happen when the gong rung. She would attempt to get a trident, and would fail miserably, only to be murdered by this guy. Or any other career.

Dixie bit her lip and bends her hurting fingers. The boy tribute smirks at her. "Jerk", she said under her breath. Great. She hardly knows this guy and he has already made a bad impression on her. Save the killing for the Bloodbath.

Klytie stood up on stage, twisting a piece of her blonde hair. She was holding in tears, as she stared at the group of twelve year olds. They all whispered, eyeing her. She wasn't a child of district 4 anymore. She wasn't one of them anymore. She was the girl tribute for the 57th annual hunger games.

The Reef was done with his speech and the lady in pastel ported to say good by to our families. "Mom, I'm going to do this~ even if it kills me." Tila said. Her mom brook down crying. "Mom, its ok. Just, take care of Dustin for me." Tila cried. Dustin was the dog~ she got him three years ago and became attacted to him. The lady in pastel walked in "Say good bye to your dog." The dog knew that she was leaving and looked sad and whimpered. Tila cried and Reef said he was ready. The were ported to the fast moving train. It didn't move so fast though.

The boy tribute smirked again. Dixie gave him the stink eye. Looks like the two tributes from District 12 aren't getting along. They both walked off the stage and said goodbye to their families. Then they boarded the train that takes them to the capitol.

They were talking the train. "So, Reef, Do you want to to ttto kill me?" Tila asked. "Do you want to kill me?" Reef replied with a shy smile. "I guess not. Well if your thinking what I'm thinking. We should make a alliance. I'm good with makeup, and I can climb trees because of my gymastics lessons. You were on the wrestling team. Can't you batone twril? How 'bout it?" Tila smiled. Reef pondered it. "You Tila, have a deal." He said taking a piece of pound cake off of the table.

Court smiled as he got on stage. He eyed Klytie. Court continued to smile and shook hands with her. As he went to talk to his family, the smile washed off his face. He crossed his arms. "Well, the time has arrived." He said to his mother and brother. His brother started to cry. "I thought you weren't gonna volunteer! I thought you  were gonna leave me as a tribute!" He said, burried into Court's chest and wrapped by his arms. "Jason.. I would never do that!" Court said, bravely. He let go of his brother and looked at his mother.  "You are gonna win this for us, Court." His mother said, tearfully. "I will." Court's sister came in and they embraced in a hug. "Nice job." She said. Court nodded and they bumped their fists together. "You will win. Just like I did when I was 14."

The District 12 tributes would not talk to each other for the first few minutes on the train ride. Finally, the boy cleared his throat. "So. Dixie Jardine. What kind of skills do you have?" He emphasized on the word 'skills'. "I am pretty good with a bow and arrow. I'm fairly skilled on aiming" Dixie said. I don't wanna talk with him.

Klytie shook hands with Court. Holding in tears, she ran into her mother's arms when the doors opened. Her whimpering was loud. Very. " Sweetie, it's ok. Believe in yourself! Oh baby girl, I'm so sorry.." " I don't wanna go! I'm not fully trained!" Klytie whailed. " You're like your father. You're amazing with your trident. Baby girl, you CAN win!" Then, her mother was pulled out.

Clara watched the boy tribute get on stage. He was 18. The talk to her family wasn't emotional at all. She headed straight to the train and got in. Her district partner was a Career as well. She sat down at a table and ate multiple cupcakes. She drank hot chocolate and smiled. "This is good life."

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Court got on the train and waited for Klytie. I was hoping for an older tribute. That girl has probably no skill at all. He sat down at a table and ran his fingers through his hair. With nothing to do, he turned on a television screen and started playing previous Games. He paid special attention to the way future victors killed its last oponent. He laughed in bloodbaths, especially when weak little boys and girl got killed and placed 24th or 23rd.

Klytie cleaned her teas before stepping on the train. She sat a next to Court, staring out the window.

Court looked next to him. It was Klytie. "How old are you?" He asked. He was watching he 50th Hunger Games. "Are you watching? This is good stuff." He said, dropping a piece of white candy into his mouth.

Klytie looked over at him. " I'm 12." She replied, with a stiff tone. " You?" Before he could answer, Klytie quickly added, " I'm not as weak as I look, ok? Just because I'm little doesn't mean I'm weak ok?" She sounded a lot more anxious that strong.

Dixie was getting angry with this... jerk. A District 12 18-year-old who judges people on their looks. Ha! He should know better! She looks out the window of the train. She wanted to avoid conversation.

"I'm 18." Court said, laughing. "Would you just calm down? Get past the nervousness and all of that junk and just enjoy. These might be one of your last weeks." The 51st Hunger Games was on. "My sister won a Hunger Games when she was 14. I've trained all my life. I'm much stronger than I already look." He snapped back.

The lady in Pastel came in. "Hello district three competetors! I'm Francealina! And I would like to watch this video on the 51st Hunger games!"

Beetee 3 Alive Unknown (32nd-38th) 50's - 60's Won using electric traps to fry the other Tributes. ((I got this off of http://thehungergames.wikia.com/wiki/Victors ))

((Beete won an unspecified hunger games. That means nobody knows when he won.))

Symphony~. wrote:

((Beete won an unspecified hunger games. That means nobody knows when he won.))

((I just copied and pasted girl friend

((the why did you say it was the 51st?))

Court sighed. "Well, then, Cutie Klytie, I'm leaving you alone." He said. He picked up some bread and left.

Symphony~. wrote:

((the why did you say it was the 51st?))

Court sighed. "Well, then, Cutie Klytie, I'm leaving you alone." He said. He picked up some bread and left.

Oh, no~ there just watching the last one

Klytie rolled her eyes, turning and looking out the window. Jerk. she thought. He's talking to me as if he knows I'm going to die. Well, I probably will, but only I have the right to tell myself that! Now angry, Klytie stood up from the chair and patted down her skirt. She pushed a piece of her blonde hair out of her eyes. I need to join the careers...If I was a bit older, It wouldn't be a problem 'cause I'm from four. But I'm little and supposedly weak. I need to show them in Training..I'll use a Trident. I need to be good in my private lesson, though, because if there's no Trident in the arena they'll kill me for sure. Without realizing it, Klytie's words were popping out of her mouth, strong enough to hear.

(((Sorry I'm late!)))
Silk played with her hair as she remembered the reaping. She and this other guy were chosen randomly and by pure luck, the other guy was small and fragile, and easy target. She remembered that when her name was announced, her siblings literally pushed her onstage and when she was able to see them one more time, they didn't cry or give any words of encouragement. But all of that was in the past and she began to think of how to survive in the arena. After watching all the previous games, the ones that survived was the ones who didn't rely on anyone else, which was how Silk planned on playing.

Clara finished stuffing herself with the treats and went to her bunker. She turned on the TV and yawned while sitting in her bed.

Klytie turned to Court. " Did you Volunteer? I was a bit aloof after I was picked." She said, standing up as she reached and picked up a blueberry biscuit, bitting into it as the soft texture rubbed against her tongue, her mouth immediately watering.

(( Sorry where are we? ))