forum The Hunger Games ((Closed))

Started June 12, 2018 by Deleted user

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Magdalena’s hands moved quicker as she glanced across the board. Nightlock - poison. Belladonna - poison. Blackberries - safe. A voice echoed through the room, telling everyone to finish up. She exhaled and hit another button.

What else do I need? Um… Maddox thought, wondering what weapons he had access to. I've got a dagger, but I doubt it'll do me much good… He was anxious, terrified, and very clearly so. He started pacing the room, just wanting to cry, scream, anything! But he remained almost silent, his breathing growing quicker and more shallow. This is a nightmare… but I can't just wake up from this one in the morning…

The screen flashed black before displaying the words, “Seven minutes and 23 seconds. 100%”.
She could barely remember if that was better than the last six times she’d taken the quiz. “In the arena, your plant knowledge will be your greatest strength. Perfect it,” her father had hissed in her ear before she left. Like I couldn’t hold my own in a fight, She thought bitterly, moving on to the sparring field.

"I can't breathe… I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die…" Maddox whispered rapidly to himself as he made his way to the field. His head was spinning, his heart racing, and fear churned in his chest and stomach. It felt as though his throat had closed up, which made taking a full breath incredibly difficult. Tears stung his eyes as he looked back in the direction that he knew led to home, knowing that he would never return to it.

Magdalena glanced at someone else who was also walking over, eyes widening as she noticed how pale and unsteady he looked. Don’t make friends. Play off of other’s weaknesses, her father’s voice echoed in her mind. She ignored it. It’s a stupid win if I win against someone about to collapse onto the ground. “Are you Alright?” She asked Maddox stiffly, walking a little closer.

Maddox looked up at the girl. "Er… I'm… I-I'm fine…" He lied at first, but quickly spoke again. "Oh, who am I kidding! I'm terrified! I won't last five minutes in this thing!" He fidgeted with his hands nervously. Why can't it just start so I don't have to worry so much? I can just stand in the open and wait for someone to kill me!

“Ways to make your death quick and easy - let yourself die in the bloodbath. Step off the plate before the timer stops. Only if you want to give up so easy, anyways,” she said. One less opponent? Play off emotional weakness? I don’t know.

Great, now I'm getting tips on how to die. "S-Step off the plate? What… what does that mean? What's the plate?" I really should've done more research on the stupid Hunger Games… it's barbaric! And what is even the point of it? If you die, you're weak and you let down your district. If you win, you come back a murderer.

“The plate at the beginning. There’s a minute count off. Didn’t you watch the Games before?” She asked. “If you step off before the minute it blows you up.”

Maddox's eyes widened and his heart seemed to stop. "No… I-I never wanted to watch them…" I suppose it is a quick way to die, and I wouldn't have to kill anyone… but I should at least try to survive, at least for a little while. right?
(That awkward moment when someone's telling you the best ways to die)

//lmao yep

“Fair enough, they were kind of gruesome,” she shrugged, picking up a sword. Shifting into position in front of the dummy, she glanced at him and said, “If you don’t want to do it, you might want to figure out a way to calm yourself down..”

"R-Right…" Maddox pulled out his bow, running his fingers along the wood. Quite frankly, the thought of him having to kill a person with it terrified him. The only things he had ever shot were targets, or trees. He felt incredibly small, weak, and incompetent here. He definitely didn't belong, and was sure to be killed quickly. Whatever… there's nothing you can do about it, so just calm down for now. It'll all be over soon anyways…

//do they have tridents in the training center?

Lena slashed a few times, not doing well but not horribly either. I hate swords. So unbalanced and clunky.

An official started escorting the districts to the fitting rooms, one by one. Scared, Fawn struggled a little bit before letting the guard guide her.

Maddox followed his guard in silence, not sure where they were going but not really wanting to know either. He put his bow away as they walked and glanced around anxiously.

Maize frowns at the slight touch the guard makes at his arm, directing him out of the training room. On edge ever since his name was pulled from the bowl, it's all he can do not to shrug away and lash out.
It all still feels like a dream, but a dream that you know is a dream…..and you know when it will end…..and that would be all well and good if not for his family….Live for them. Make it back for them. He reminds himself, but the heavy, constant fear nearly crowds the mantra from his mind, telling him to just take it and give up.

Lena slowly followed the guards, arms crossed and mind whirling. She was furious. She’d done everything she could to avoid this situation - lying about tesserae (her father wanted her name in, even if she didn’t need it). Making herself undesirable. But somehow, she ended up in it.

(sorry i've been busy with finals at school, I'll be more active from now on though)
After being led down the long hallway and into a small room, Axiom was finally able to be process recent events. Everything was a colorful blur since he was swept away from his rather small family. These tributes he just watched so carefully-no these killers, he tried fathom that these people, kids, were soon to be his worst nightmare.

Nicola hugged himself, shivering as the guards escorted him out of the training room. He was going to die. The Games were full of bloodshed and death and he didn't know how in the world he would ever be able to kill.

Vixen kept her head held high as she and the other District 12 tribute were lead towards the fitting rooms, where they would change for the live capitol interviews held tonight. "Might as well pretend to be strong- get myself more sponsers, maybe allies.." Keeping a steely gaze, she pretended to pay attention as the stylists talked at her about her dress, when in reality, she hoped that she would be able to survive to avenge her fallen siblings, and prayed for forgivness from whatever God could hear her, for the sins she would soon commit.

Fawn stumbled in the cowboy boots. The cow patterned dress itched as they fixed her hair in pigtail braids. District 10. Livestock. Although this is a little over the top. At least sponsors by see me as innocent, cute. "What is your token?" The designer tightened the ribbons in her braids. Fawn pulled out the picture of Honey, and the designer awed. She rambled through a drawer, pulling out the last finishing touch. The designer headed towards Fawn, and put on a sparkling pair of cat ears on her head. Fawn tried to giggle but it came out more of a cry.

Vixen looked in the mirror, honestly surprised at how she looked. Having seven siblings, she never had nice clothes or even tried to look nice for that matter, having shown up to the reaping in jeans and a leather jacket. The long sleeveless dress she was now wearing was sparkling black, resembling coal. Well, it was at least better than that one year when the district 12 tributes wore nothing than coal dust… She shivered a little out of embarresment for them. She turned around again, getting used to the feeling of the long skirt and the heels. The designer walked over and smiled at her, before saying, "Carful, you don't smudge the makeup." She had a point. Black and grey eyeshadow, small clear gemstones put near the corners of her eyes, almost like tears, and the carefully painted on lipstick that made her look extremly girly, yet somehow threatening at the same time. The designer added the finishing touch to her hair, a small hair pin made of grey dove feathers, her token. After the reaping, Vixens brother had insisted she take it. It was supposed to be her birthday present, but because of the standards, it was given to her now.
((This is her outfit lol https://i.pinimg.com/originals/70/05/15/70051582979754721c06139f6e1898ac.jpg))

Lena took a deep breath as the stylist finished up with her hair. A fishing net was cast over it, almost like a veil of sorts. A few fake starfish and shells were scattered through it. A gauzy blue piece of fabric spread across her back, like a weak imitation of a wave. The dress was a mermaid style one, made of a swirling mix of blues and greens. Occasionally a piece stuck out, glittering with fake sea foam. Her neck was surrounded by it.
In short, she hated it. But there was nothing she could do, so she grit her teeth and let them apply makeup.

Hazel was over at the spears, trying to throw one successfully. "It's just like hunting animals for the family," she told herself. She missed the chest of the target, leaning down to pick up another one she hears laughter from the careers. Picking herself up she aimed and hit the target almost spot on. "Once in a lifetime chance." she told herself.