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    [color=rgb(182, 193, 202)][size=x-small]Name:Griffin Pino[/size][/color]
    [color=rgb(182, 193, 202)][size=x-small]District:11
    Career Tribute?:no
    Age(12-18):12
    Tesserae?(If so how many?):0
    Gender:male
    Appearance:Black hair, blue eyes,short
    Siblings:Sister named Jenny
    Personality:calm, nice,kind
    Token:and necklace with a small metal bow hanging from it
    Weapons/Skills:Climbing, running, archery; Bow and arrow, knife
    Other:none


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    Dia paused, the sobs flitting through and into her carriage. Her hands clutched nothing, how could she kill these people? She buried her face in her hands again, never wanting to look up.

    Voilet let tears stream down her cheeks and by the corner of her mouth as she proped her self up with her arms locked on her knees.

    Voilet whipped her face off with the back of her hand and than looked at the ceiling of the carraige before closing her eyes, Okay I cant cry anymore, now its time to focus c'mon Voilet you can do this!


    OOC: Can you change his District? Zack is the Male Tribute for DIstrict 11 :-\


    Zack knew the girl was silently sobbing beside him.

    Dia slid onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Was it all ever-lasting? She muttered something, thoughts rushing through her head. What was going to happen? Would she die? Would she kill? Would she have an ally?

    Voilet looked out the window of the carraige to see some scattered people outside long with a moutain senery. The people eyed her curiously with her tear stained cheeks, she yanked the curtain of the window close and ran her fingers through her back hair, as she blinked her green eyes and thought deeply.

    OOC: Are we there yet!? x3

    ic: Voilet sighed as she slouched down in the carraige seat hoping to get some rest. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a light sleep in the wobbly carriage.

    There were people now. Dia, focusing all her anger in her eyes as she looked at them through the window. Instead of a smile, she grimaced. She never took her eyes off them, she wanted them to fear her. Though, sponsors were now out of the deal. Had she made a fatal mistake?

    Voilet ran over how to make a simple explosive device in her head and everything her father had tought her. She focused on how to make a knife and a tree snare trap, running over all she knew she took her mind off the death that awaited her.

    Zack felt the Carriage stop, he slowly got out, walked to the other side of the Carriage, then helped the girl out.

    Voilet felt the carriage slowing down as she closed her eyes and swore to herself, If I dont win ill be dead, if I do win, ill surive with forever food, theres only one way out, thats alive and as a winner. Her stomach felt uneasy but her face was viouse and curel looking.