forum Hunger Games ( RP)

Started April 10, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

Imma be the male for district four..but if he ends up dying (I hope he doesn't, he's my favorite baby.) I wouldn't mind taking the male for a different district.

good xD I LOVE MY BABY I DONT WANT TO SEE HIM DIE X,C

Zoe sighed as she carried the bags of food that will barely manage to feed her family for month. Dust was everywhere. People were miserable here. The only hope this town had was the Hob ( A.K.A the Black market.) The only victor this town had was Haymitch but he was too drunk to do anything. Tomorrow, she planned to go hunting again since the peacekeepers didn't really mind.

Once she made her way back home, as she expected the house was empty. Nico was doing some work in the mines and wouldn't get back until tomorrow. The day of the reaping. There was no doubt that she was anxious about it, but what chance would she have of being picked out of thousands of names. She only entered 4 times after all.

Flavia waved away her family’s servants and went to look out the window. The roofs of the houses in District 1 gleamed in the late afternoon sunlight, beams reflecting off of their surfaces. A lump of nerves rose in her throat as she thought of the reaping tomorrow. No matter how much her family encouraged her, she did not want to be chosen.
But she’d only entered once, after all. What were the odds that she’d be chosen? Less than one. It would all be fine.

Zoe sighed as she sat down on her kitchen table, eating the food she had just bought. Her parents weren't there for her anymore, so she was used to being alone with Nico in the mines so much. She decided to go turn the Tv on since she decided the house was too silence. It was like company sometimes. However, when she turned on the tv it just reminded her of how horrible the Games would be if she were in it. Would she survive? She didn't want to know.

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Name: Lavender Mason (Cuz why not?)
Age: 13
Gender: Female
District: 7
Family: Father. Mother died in child breath
Appearance: Dark brown hair in a low ponytail, blue eyes, tan skin. Wears a light brown tunic with denim pants.
Personality: Introverted, calm, will develop more…
Other: idk

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Lavender opened the door. "Dad? Are you home?" No answer.Figures. He was probably still in the fields working.

The sun beat down on Adrik's bare back as he emptied the nets, fish falling into the large ice filled buckets, ready to ship them off to the market to be sold to the many wealthy inhabitants of the Capitol. He stretched, tying up his long dark brown hair in a bun. He put away the nets, steering the ship back to the docs, tying it up before grabbing his white t-shirt and leather jacket, throwing it on, jogging through the bustling city with a full cooler, dropping it off at the warehouse and getting his money before making his way home.

"Hello?" He yelled, walking inside of the small shack at the edge of the district, closing the door and hanging his jacket on the hook in the short hallway.

"We're in the living room." Came the reply, making him slip into the room, a smile on his face as he crouched down in front of the small brunette boy who played with a small, wooden boat on the old worn out rug.

"Daddy!" Felix squealed, dropping the toy, reaching for Adrik, making 'grabby' hands, as he looked up at him, dark brown eyes shining happily.

"Hey buddy!" Adrik cooed, picking up his son, throwing him up in the air, catching him and then resting him on his hip, watching his grandmother walk into the kitchen, following her.

"It's almost time for the reaping." She stated in Italian, sorting through the drawers to keep her occupied.

"It's going to be fine Nonna." He said, switching into his first language (Italian) as he rocked Felix back and forth, the little boy resting his head on his fathers shoulder. Adrik sighed as she went silent, kissing his son on the head, shaking his head and leaving the room to put his child to sleep.

Darkness had settled in District 12. Zoe had no doubt that all then teens there were as worried as she was. Hours and hours later, she still had not fallen asleep. She scolded herself for not sleeping. " Do you want to die in the arena? Well, then sleep!" By 12 at midnight, exhaustion had took over her as she slowly surrendered to it, Letting it take over her mind as she began her restless sleep.

Flavia slept restlessly that night, her dreams fillies with lucid images of the many deaths possible in the arena. She had a feeling that this might be her last night in her own bed, maybe forever.

Later that night, Lavender was woke up from sleeping. 'It's just a dream.' She told her self. 'Your name's only in there 2 times. Dad made sure of that. You won't get reaped.'

Krista had no fear of being chosen. It's not that she wanted to participate in the Games, but more that she thought it was unlikely that she would be chosen. As one of the younger children in a large family, she simply was of the opinion that being reaped out of the fairly large population that was District 11 was practically impossible. Her train of thought was that if her many older siblings weren't chosen, why should she be? She smiled to herself as she looked out the tiny window of her small, run down shack. "The poor tribute," she thought, "Wouldn't want to be them."