The 25th Annual Hunger Games .::. (Jump In!) .::.

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    It has become that time again. Time to select twenty-four tributes, one boy and one girl, and send them into the Arena to fight to the death. The rules state that only one victor can come out victorious, and he or she will be rewarded fame and wealth beyond his or her wildest dreams. There is no sympathy for anybody here: Children from ages 12 - 18 are eligable to be selected for the Hunger Games, and there is no turning back or bailing out... unless, of course, someone volunteers to take their place.


    Indeed, the time had come. Will you make allies, or be a loner? Are you strong enough to survive, or will you meet with a terrible fate? That is for you to choose.


    Rules:


    1. No killing another player's character without permission.
    2. You're not invincible, so your character is bound to get hurt. It wouldn't be a Hunger Games without any injuries or deaths, right?
    3. Romance is allowed, but don't make us all sick or uncomfortable with your posts. This goes for death and injuries as well.
    4. Let's keep the crazy appearences to the Capitol. This should explain itself quite easily.


    Let the Games begin...

    OOC: No, just jump in and build your character as you go.
    But, if you want, you can make a mini-bio. :)

    Tiberius broke out in a cold sweat as he mounted the steps of the stage in District 11. He'd been chosen for the Hunger Games! In some districts that would have been a cause of celebration, but not here. Here it was a death sentence. Merla Beuerdaton and her chronic depression stared gloomily at him as he walked up to meet her. "Here's our male contestant for the Hunger Games..." she droned.

    OOC: Sorry for being absent on this thread..


    We start after the gong sounds for the Games to begin, hope that clears things up. :) I'll edit in my role-play post later.

    Tiberius broke out into a dead sprint, going for a beautifully crafted scythe laying on top of a backpack. His feet pounded against the grass of the arena. Other tributes screamed and ran and caused general chaos around him. He scooped up the scythe and brought it around just in time to block a tribute with a sword. He forced the tribute away, picked up the backpack, slung it over his shoulder and ran down the hill down into the plains.

    Gemstone Hartford||District One||Sixteen



    The sixteen year old girl tensed up her muscles, preparing to run and dive into the cornucopia that way shecould easily take control and maybe kill a few tributes in the process. She sprinted forward and ran for the biggest weapon that she could see and then dove into the shelter of the cornucopia. This was living, right here! Plus, if she won--Not if, but when she won she would be sure to keep up with her practice back in One.

    He spotted the golden spire of the Cornucopia, and decided to sneak a few supplies out of there. He sprinted over there, and saw Gemstone standing inside. He readied his scythe for a fight.

    Gemstone Hartford||District One||Sixteen


    Gemstone whipped around with the double bladed axe that she had managed to grab poised to be thrown as she heard someone behind her. She narrowed her dark eyes as she saw this boy. "Hello." She grinned as if this was all just a big game. Which it was. "Tell you what. You leave and I put my weapon down. No one gets hurt so we all win." It was not only an attempt at persuasion to keep herself alive, but the statement was true as well.

    Rosalie Spirit Hahn -- District 2 (career) -- Femme -- Fourteen.


    As soon as she heard the gong, she was running towards the Cornicopia at fleeting speed. She reached it's heart easily and quickly, and swiftly stuffed four throwing knives in her pockets. While she was there, she also took a long cutlass with a dangerously sharp blade and a metal handle wrapped in red cloth.


    Now it was time to get the easier things, such as survival packs and food. But, her absent-minded side took over and she paused.

    Tiberius eyed her suspiciously as he made his way past her to pick up a small satchel full of medicines and food. He scooped it up and left the cornucopia, all the while watching her.

    Gemstone Hartford||District One||Sixteen


    Gemstone now ignored the boy as she turned to the girl from Two who had made it to the cornucopia as well. "Hello..." She said cautiously, wondering why in the world that she had dared to pause. She knew that it was often that tributes from One, Two, and Four got together to make up the careers, but she wasn't sure as to whether or not this girl would want to or not and she knew to be cautious around other tributes in the arena.

    He made his way to a pool of water on the edge of a forest. He sat down and went through his supplies. On the backpack, tied on top, was a sleeping bag. Inside the backpack there was a flint and steel, a spike, a bottle (empty) an axe, and a space blanket. In the satchel were various medicines, such as painkillers and burn treatments, and there were cans of food, mostly mush.

    Rosalie Spirit Hahn -- District 2 (career) -- Femme -- Fourteen.


    The District 1 girl's cautious greeting knocked her out of her daydream. She turned to see a pair of dark eyes staring at her with caution, getting ready to attack if she did.


    She quickly pushed her chocolate hair out of her eyes, then gripped her cutlass even tighter in her sweaty bronze hand. "Good morning, or at least I think it's morning." Rosalie whispered, her breathing heavy from all of her swift running. She recognized the girl from District 1, Gemstone, almost suddenly, and knew which question of hers' would be best to ask.


    "And, are you a Career?"

    Gemstone Hartford||District One||Sixteen


    A cold amusement laced Gemstone's next words to the girl who she recognized as Rosalie Something. "I don't know. You tell me. I've been training for these games for my entire life and I am good with almost any weapon..." She allowed herself to trail off as to let the other tribute figure out the answer.

    He set up camp with the resources he had, filling up the water bottle and cutting limbs off trees to make a small shelter. Its wall was made of wood, its roof was made of an extremely stiff, big, and thick leaf, and its floor was dirt. Tiberius unrolled his sleeping bag on the floor, set the bag next to it, and made a fire pit outside. He filled it with kindling and wood, and placed his flint and steel next to it. He sat there, clutching his scythe, waiting for nighttime.


    Time to hunt.