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    Katniss Everdeen and Peter Mellark weren't the first lovers doomed to die, there were many before them, none of which who were granted a freedom, instead a tragic end. Years before the two lovers, there was the Games labelled as the most tragic. On end of an arena filled with mountains, forest and snow.

    Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour.



    Name: Kendall Fern
    Age:19
    Gender: Female She/Her
    District: Seven-Lumber
    Personality:
    Kendall is agile and sneaky, she carries the traits of most from her district, sly like a fox but gentle like a butterfly. She's lethal when angry and knows her way around survival, her hand to hand combat is good however her aim and shooting skills are not. At times Kendall can be aggressive and cold, or sarcastic and rude but when she trusts someone, she is loyal and kind.
    Strengths: Survival, Climbing and Hand to hand combat
    Weaknesses: Swimming, Fire and Aim
    Other: N/A


    Name: Lyndsey Gunnulfsen. Close friends call her Lyndsey, but most abbreviate it to Lynn Gunn for simplicity sake.
    Age: 18
    Gender: Female, she/her
    District: Nine - Grain
    Personality: Lynn is usually very calm and collected in difficult situations but she can be quite belligerent at times. Her aggressive side can appear funny or scary depending on how you look at it. She's also very very open minded, open hearted, and understanding. She goes back and forth between aggressive and sweet. It depends on the situation, who she's talking to and her general mood for the day (This usually also depends on whether she had time to freshen up that morning which is not typically the case in the middle of a deadly 'game', so it's kinda of a permanent state of aggression.) Lynn can occasionally get philosophical; she thinks about deep sh*t sometimes. Her face tends to twitch a lot when she's getting really into her thoughts like that. She enjoys the more physical side of her talents so she spends a lot of her time exercising/building stamina so she can be in the best shape. Sometimes she purposely goes out looking to fight infected for the thrill or just out of rage and anger. Her temper and starting of random fights makes her come off as a bit of an ass to some people, but she can't help it sometimes. Her behavior is more than a little detrimental. Despite her slight aggression, she's actually extremely nice and caring. She thinks about others and puts their needs before hers. If they have earned her respect or shown her any respect at all, she can be the sweetest soul you know. However, she can sometimes act very childish, impatient, etc. which leads to her jumping to conclusions. She's more of a Act first, Questions later kind of gal, which can obviously lead to some bad situations, especially in the games. Plus, people are rarely respectful to her, considering her size and that she's way less intimidating than she tries to be (Probably considering her soft facial features). Sometimes she can even get a little uncomfortable and shy when she knows she's not in charge of a situation or that she could severely mess it up, so she avoids talking when she can. She's a lone wolf type of gal. It's only when she's begun getting content with a person/group that she makes jokes, messes with them, etc. Her personality really depends on the situation and the person, etc.
    Strengths: Lynn is fast and has good reflexes. She's also really good at defending herself/fighting if she has a purpose . Most of the time she doesn't, she's just causing trouble because she's reckless; but with a real and meaningful purpose for the fight, Lynn is very strong. She's also good at talking and understanding others emotions, she just doesn't like socializing so this skill isn't utilized much. Lynn will usually just analyze other's emotions and maybe even use it to her advantage if she can.
    Weaknesses: Trying to annoy her might set her off, or talking about things she's failed at (people she wasn't able to save, relationships, etc.) She doesn't like being reminded of her mistakes so bringing it up might make her aggressive. It's almost too easy to make her angry, which clearly isn't a good thing, especially if someone is trying to bait her. While she may have fast reflexes, Lynn also over estimates her strength so half the time she loses the fights against others (Depends on the situation and who it is obviously).
    Other: I figure I should just mention this so you don't think I'm ditching this post or whatever. I've been going through a bit this month and I've been trying to deal with everything in healthy ways, which also means I'm not online as much as I usually am. Usually if I post more than twice a day, I'll be active that whole day, but sometimes I'll only post maybe once, ya know?


    Where should we start the RP at?

    How about they've just been reaped and are on the train to the capitol and basically district seven, eight and nine meet?


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    Kendall pulled at her sleeves nervously, tugging at her lip in an anxious manner as she sat at the mahogany table. The boy from the reaping sat beside her, leaning intently forward and gazing outside the window, smiling and gasping in awe as the capitol cake into view. Rolling her eyes the redhead couldn't hold in her scoff of displeasure at his actions.


    Their mentors and escort sat across from them, rambling on about manners and how they should smile and wave, acting as though they weren't going to their death. "Why should I smile when I'm surrounded by people who are murdering innocent teenagers?" I whispered, glancing out as the train rolled to a stop at the station.


    Already I could hear the roar of the crowd and the loud chatter of the people, a few small sliding sounds as more trains halted as well. Taking in a deep breath I got to my feet shakily, standing behind the escort and the boy from my district but before the mentors and awaited the loud conversations and false smiles of a group of killers in the name of entertainment. "Just kill me now." I muttered, receiving a playful shove from the mentor behind me.

    Everything kind of happened really fast. I didn't really process everything until I was a train to the capitol, this mentor going on about all sorts of technicals, then proceeding to talk about their 'triumphant' victory. All he really did was hide out till the last second, so I don't see why he thought he was some god-sent. I just droned off, as usual. Why bother with all of this? Making friends and all? They were bound to die anyways, leaving just one lone survivor. "Lyndsey," I snapped out of my thoughts as my name was called, "We're almost there, at least pretend to be paying attention." he rolled his eyes and continuing to speak meaningless words through my ears. After another 10 minutes I could feel a shift in the train as we came to a slow stop, shifting everything very slightly to the left. Breath, Lyndsey, breath I had to remind myself as I could hear people shouting and cheering from outside. This is all so crazy.


    I ran a rather frustrated hand through my hair as I stood up, following my mentor out the door. I twitched, my eyes and nose scrunching together. This is happening. Me and a bunch of other teenagers are going to kill each other... And like every year, only one will make it out. Would you even consider that kid lucky? I shook my head. Thinking like that isn't going to help anyone. I just have to survive, that's it. Just get out alive and do what I have to do to come home.


    Recomposing myself, I took another deep breath as we began walking. In out in out.

    I kept my eyes trained forward and my face a blank mask, attempting to ignore the shouting and screaming of the Capitol. How sick can these people get? I shook my head slightly as the boy in front of me smiled and waved, winking now and then at a few women. I could see the line of trains, district eight to my left and district nine now stepping out.


    I couldn't help but stare ever so slightly as their chosen teenagers stepped out, my blue eyes sticking to the girl. Quickly, I averted my eyes as we approached the large tower building for the competitors, the previous districts filling the large entry hall as they awaited the lift for their rooms.


    "Take a good look Kendall because you may not see this place again, and either way you won't see any of these people anymore." The female mentor stated, already striding away to chat as everyone else had already done, leaving me alone.
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    These people were the fancy kind, with spunky hair and beards, dressed up in their best clothes, cheering like maniacs, shouting out names. I could hear my name a few times, so I turned and smiled playfully, but it was fake. All of this was fake. in out in out. Breathing felt like an impossible task. I put my hands in my pocket to mask the light shaking they were doing. Looking at the other trains, we seemed to have arrived just after eighth. District 8's girl was just that. A girl. a kid. Probably 12. Man.


    District 7's girl look around my age, though. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it wasn't. I definitely will be avoiding killing the District 8 girl. Just the fact that she's so young seems to be sticking to me. I twitch, running a hand through my hair to try and calm down as I followed my mentor. Turning to the guy from my District, Otto, I noticed him looking just as nervous as me. You couldn't tell from his smiles and polite waves to the crowd, but from where I was, I could tell. His eye's had this hint to them like he knew he was going to die. He didn't look too strong either. His posture was rather shy and he looked so uncomfortable as he waved to people screaming his name. Noticing me glaring at him, he tried to give me a reassuring smile, which I felt like I had to return. In out in out.

    My eyes settled on every newcomer of the later districts analysing each person and occasionally wincing as I noticed how young some of the tributes were. Then there was the careers, I made sure to stay clear from them as they waited the lift, showing off already and attempting to intimidate everyone else.


    I scoffed and rolled my eyes before sighing, only to pause as the boy from District Two glared at me, placing his finger along his throat in a slicing motion. Somehow I'd made an enemy without doing or saying anything. "Shit." I cursed, gasping as someone tugged my hand suddenly.


    "My mommy says you shouldn't use that language in front of other people." Someone stated. Carefully, I glanced down to see the boy from district five, he seemed to be only new to the age of eleven, and the cruelty of the game hit me harder.


    "Well I won't next time, I thought I didn't say it so thank you for telling me off." I said softly, smiling and patting the boys shoulder, trying not to shout as he turned innocently and walked towards his mentors, hardly aware of his fate.
    "These people are sick." I spat quietly, glaring at the people of the capitol.

    I had seen this process many times. I knew which districts enjoyed the game and which were rather terrified. District 12 was the most fucked. Their district was so poor, the teenagers from that district always ended up underfed and weak, Sure they build the kids up in time for the game, but kids from high districts have been training their whole life for this kind of stuff. As I began to wrap my head around the situation, I made sure to avoid eye-contact with certain kids. Main the higher districts. I twitch again. I'd probably be twitching a bit. My nerves were getting the best of me and I hate it. I needed to calm down but no matter how many deep breaths I took, I was still a nervous wreck.


    But I had to put on a show for these animals, right? If I wanted care packages or solid alliances I had to pretend to be someone I wasn't. At least in front of the camera. So I smiled and waved and winked and whatever I could to the crowd. It all felt wrong. I felt disgusting. It was probably pretty obvious how much I hated everything, but, nonetheless, I did what I had to do.

    I walked forward to step beside my mentor and escort, sighing in relief as we entered the elevator, awaiting district eight and nine to join us to reach their level. Only now did my hands begin to shake as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. The lift was massive, and yet I still found it claustraphpobic, the severity of the situation dawning on me.


    "You've got to breathe, look strong and not faint." My escort scolded, pushing the small of my back slightly in warning of my behaviour. "How else will you get sponsors?" She asked, giggling slightly at the end.


    "What's the point? I'll die eventually, everyone does." I spat, disgusted by the people surrounding me. "You're making innocent teenagers kill, how is that something to smile and wave about?" I added, smiling coldly at the crowd in annoyance.

    Heading into the elevator, I could hear the rage in the girl from District 7's voice before even knowing what she was saying. She doubted her ability to live through the games. With that kind of attitude, she probably wouldn't. The girl was right, though, and everyone in the elevator knew it as we all packed in. There was a silence dawning upon the squished group as she made her statement. This was all so messed up. I turned towards the girl, finding I couldn't help but to quickly glance out of curiosity. To not make my stare awkward, I gave her a light, reassuring smile, as if to say It's fucked up, isn't it? Though I don't know how well it translated without using words. The elevator began moving and I took a deep breath, trying to appear calm, though the whole elevator had an aura of fear.

    I glanced over at the girl from District Nine, sending back a small smile as I recognised the meaning behind it. The elevator didn't take long to reach floor seven, pushing through the other districts we entered the large complex, gaping in awe at the apartment.


    "I never knew you could have so much space in a kitchen." I stated, hearing the elevator doors close and the whirr of the levers a small it went up.


    The sun bad already started to set, casting a beautiful glow throughout the penthouse. "Alright you two, Kendall your room is on the left, Jackson yours is on the right. Get some rest training starts early tomorrow." With that, my fate was sealed.

    The elevator kept shifting and stopping, shifting and stopping, until finally, we reached out stopped. I was showed my room, giving a friendly wave to Otto as we headed to out rooms. Everything was circling around my head, hitting my in the face worse than any hangover. And with that though, a drink sounded like a great idea. Probably not the best, but still a very tempting once. I shook my head. Bed was probably the best idea. Training was starting tomorrow. I needed to get the best sleep I could manage so I could figure out what weapons I was good with, practice, etc., etc.. Then I needed sponsors and stuff. It was all going to be such an exhausting process, and I'm not ready for any of it, but I guess I just have to be as prepared as I could be. So I headed to bed, laying down and closing my eyes. It took a few hours before I was actually comfortable enough to fall asleep, but the beds were so nice that once I was asleep, it was the best sleep ever.

    I was sat at the table by the time the sun started to rise, the Avox's already having served an early breakfast in preparation for the training. Piles of food lay in front of us, more than a district would have for a week.


    Eventually I was full, making sure I wasn't so full that I'd throw up. Jackson had made the mistake of doing so, already emptying his stomach in front of Gracia our escort.


    I was dressed in a pair of long leggings, padded trainers and a sports bra branded with the tribute colours, I had decided against the shirt, knowing I'd be easily pinned up using a shirt. Falling in line next to the now recovered Jackson, I nervously bit my lip as we entered the elevator, on our way to the training centre.

    Waking up was a slow and painful process. I did not want to leave this bed. But eventually, I was being poked rapidly until I got up. "Change." Was the only word I was greeted with before my mentor left. Quickly grabbing some sweatpants and a tank top, I placed the items on over the appropriate undergarments for training, and headed to breakfast. The table was colorful, full of so many different foods and options I've never experienced. But I didn't want to waste food if I didn't end up liking it, so I stuck to toast and eggs, getting through it fast so I could head to training. I tapped Otto on the shoulder. I didn't want to head down alone. Quickly finishing up his food, he walked with me to the elevator and we heading to the training room. When we got there, I felt extremely uncomfortable and out of place. I had only ever gotten into fist fights. I'd never used a bow or a sword. No axe, no nothing. I could probably go through the obstacle course with ease, impress some people. After all, my stamina was good and I was fast, but I wasn't strong. Whatever weapon I worked with, it had to be some thing light. Otto went right for weapons, browsing around, observing the higher districts who seemed to know what they were doing. I didn't want to dive right into that. I had to think about it more, and frankly, thinking about what I would be good at killing other teenagers with wasn't what I wanted to think about. So I headed to the obstacle course. waiting for the kid who was currently on it to finish up. There was another kid waiting on line in front of me who seemed just an nervous about everything as I did. I twitched. There were various grunts and noises being made throughout the training room as everyone was working as hard as they could to show off their skill. The kid in front of me finally stepped up to the course, running through it with much difficulty, quickly falling after a few seconds.

    Jackson and I entered the training room, sucking in a deep breath as we were greeted by our competition. Already it was easy to see who to watch out for, those people mainly being the careers of course. Glancing quickly at each other, we split up to different stations.


    I headed straight for the survival stations, knowing intelligence would work in my favour. I started with the trap making station, weaving things together using the materials provided.


    Now and again I would gaze up, my eyes scanning and assessing everyone in the room. Many were failing at the chosen stations, but others were flying through that. I took a heavy breath as I braided a piece of string, hoping to make it stronger.

    (Haha it's past 1 am but I just finished a book and the ending got me fucked up so here I am; awake; analyzing the book rather than going to bed lmao Sorry if this sounds pretty emo, I'm mid existential-crisis so I can't help it haha.)


    Finally it was my turn. I wasn't going to fall. I couldn't if I wanted to be taken seriously. Clapping my hands together, I reassured myself, hopping up on the ropes. They twisted, bringing me upside down, which was expected. When I flipped, my grip tightened and I paused movement, trying to not fly off. My palms were not cooperating. They just wanted to stop this nonsense, but that wasn't going to happen. So, I climbed like a damn monkey, reaching the top before jumping down victoriously. A few eyes were on me, but eyes were on everyone, really. I tried not to let it get to me.


    You should really find a weapon; get used to it. I had to tell myself. So, I walked over to the rack of weapons, scanning across them. It didn't take long before I chickened out. I didn't want to think about killing these other people. They were right here with me, right next to me, all around me; most of which practicing ways they would kill me. It was sickening. I wasn't ready. Each time I heard a weapon wack against a target board, a little image of a face flashed across my mind. We're the targets. We're going to die. I'm not ready


    Taking a deep breath, I walked along the training area, trying to focus on other kids actions, learning their ways. Heading over to the survival station, it probably makes the most sense to watch these kids at work, building fires and and traps and whatnot. I stopped, noticing the girl from District 7 whom I'd made brief eye-contact with. She didn't seem as aggressive as the other guys here, so maybe it was a good move to walk up to her.


    So, I did; crouching down beside her. I opened my mouth to speak, which is when I realized how little I had said since arriving. Practically nothing. My mouth was dry, my tone was quiet and my voice was cracking very lightly every now and then.


    "What're you building?" I tilted my head, curiously.

    (Haha it sounds similar to something I'd do)


    I turn in surprise as someone beside me speaks, their tone curious. Carefully, I turn to gaze at the girl from District Nine, whom I'd had brief eye contact with the previous day before.
    I sent the girl a small smile before halting my actions.


    "A nose and clamp tramp, I can show you if you want?" I say, hoping my offer doesn't become my downfall in the games. Perhaps that wouldn't happen and an ally would be made? I thought, trying not to overthink too much.

    (haha I got like 2 hours of sleep, my brain is not functioninggggg)


    I put my hands my pocket, trying to come off casually, "Yeah, totally!" I gave her a smile, "I'm Lyndsey, from District Nine." I introduced, crouching down closer to her little trap.


    "What does it do?"

    (Haha I know the feeling)


    I smiled before taking a deep breath and introducing myself. "I'm Kendall, from District Seven." Carefully I put down the materials I'd been used and knelt down by the trap as well, moving it by the braided vines towards the back.


    "Basically it's like a nose, it wraps around your ankle and cuts off the cirulatipm, sometimes if can suspend you upside down. Once this happens this trap." I cautiously grabbed the one I had just been working on and placing it underneath the nose trap. "This one then clamps into the ankle and usually breaks it."


    To show how powerful the trap was, a grabbed a long stick and placed it inside the trap, smirking as a few people at the other survival stations jumped, the cracking sound of the clamp and broken twig putting them on edge.