74th Hunger Games.... May The Odds Be EVER In Your Favor (High Ranks Open!) RP

Cali gingerly flipped her waste length sandy blonde hair, something she prided and obsessed over. She was still in her room trying to think of what to pick to eat in, but there were just so many beautiful things to pick from. She was by no mean a career and she was glad about it, but she wouldn't hesitate to take on an alliance to protect herself. She was loyal, but also in some ways kind, which she would never let someone see. Kindnesses in these games were useless. You had to throw away any emotions you had if you wanted to win, she wanted to win, and she didn’t care who or what she had to use to get past another day in the Arena. As she sat there, in the dark lonely room she let the day’s event wash over here.
She stood with a ground of other girls from her District 5 community. Her best friend, Jessie watched with painful eyes as they started the Reaping. Jessie was only 12 and her best friend, and she wouldn't die. Cali made that decision as Jessie’s name was called out. The shock on her face was clear, the pain, the hate. She wouldn’t allow the closest person to she to die. Maybe if Jessie had been older Cali wouldn’t have done what she did next. Pushing Jessie to the side she said in a clear strong and determined voice, “I volunteer to be the tribute for District 5 in Jessie Marybay’s place.” Loud mummers erupted from the crowd. “And your name young lady?” The Reaping reader asked. “My name is Cali Mayborne.” She said as she started walking up, Jessie still in shock and seeing it would cause a scene to race after her watched in silence. Sweeping his long arms over the crowded the Reader said in a happy voice, “Well isn’t this something, it’s been too long since this has happened! Now please Ms. Mayborne, tell me your age and why you’re taking Ms. Marybay’s place.” His smile disgusted her. “I am 16 years old, and I have no personal ties to Jessie Marybay. I just wanted to compete in the games this year.” No one, not even herself would have believed she was lying. Only the ones closed to her felt the lie. She had already thrown her emotions out the window when she had called out to take her best friend in the worlds place in the Hunger Games.
Cali skipped past the sad goodbyes as she waited to board the train. The past was the past now and she couldn’t look back. Not at her friends, not at her family, and not at herself. This was her now and this is why she knew she could win. She wasn’t strong by any means and in no way did she see herself fighting over weapons, and most of all she wasn’t stupid. Statistics showed someone as herself, even if she was fast, smart, and all that good stuff. She would simply be over powered by one of the stronger and more powerful players. As time went on more and more senses played through her head and many possible things that may, or may not happen. Would she kill? Yes. Would she like it? No. At this thought she made up her mind. She would put on something deadly fashionable and bold that said she would not let these games get to her. Picking out a white dress that came to her knees, it fit her perfectly, and along with it a pair long white boots, and lastly to top it off another piece of white, only this time a small jacket that set everything into perfect balance. Before she stepped out to eat she put on her token, given to her by Jessie. A single earring with a feather on it and with everything in place she made her way out of the dark room and into the dining area where a few others were. She picked a seat at the end and began to eat. She hoped in some ways someone would come to her and not the other way around. Only time would tell if she was able to find that someone.
{kinds long I know, sorry}

[font=times new roman]Cali watched the little exchanges from her seat at the table. Most of them looked like they would be annoying to talk with, not that she wanted or needed to talk with them. This was a game of life and death, and if she had to pick between living and dying, let’s just say the other. The one from Distract 9 although seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and at thinking that a scowl passed over her. She hadn’t come to dinner to find the people she liked and disliked at a glance. She’d come to observe the competition. With that thought she stood up and left her half eaten soup, some kind of meat and vegetable mix with a delusions sauce she’d never had before in her lifetime of constant work and a fine white wine with an exquisite taste to it, and walked to the other end of the room where there were fewer tributes. She didn’t really wish to talk with any of the ones lounging around, but it was an unspoken rule that the first few to leave were the weakest, the ones not worth paring, or grouping up with. That was her own rule though; she had many as one could tell after meeting her. After a few minutes of standing there she started to feel somewhat self conscious there alone and she ran her hands threw her hair and decided enough time had passed. Walking past the Distinct 9 boy, she believed his name was something along the line of Wyatt or whatever, and another girl, maybe the one from District 12 Shay or something another, broken some of her unspoken rules. Not only did she give both of them a kind smile and a gentle head nod but she also just had to add, “Good night.” too both of them when she was walking past to go to her room didn’t she? It was one of those things if you could turn back time and change you would. It was a mistake that she would regret she was sure. Simple things like that made you look like you were in an alliance or something and in no way did she want an alliance with anyone as of the moment. With another scowl and a stone like expression on her face she made her way back to her room. The hallways echoed with the semi-annoyed tapping of her white heeled boots.
When she entered her room she threw off the white jacket, white boots, and slipped out of the even whiter dress she’d taken great care of not to spill anything on and walked over to the closet again. Picking out a silk night gown and even silkier matching rob she made her way to the oversized king bed with it oversized pillows and its hugging softness. She just looked at it for a moment, the capital people went to sleep in these every night, and so would she until the games started and the battle for her life would begin. Half tempted to just sleep on the floor she almost had to shove herself onto the bed to get onto it. “I may as well sleep soundly for the next couple of day. When will I ever get to sleep in one again? Not like I’ll win this… and not like I’m going to die tonight anyways, not yet. So it’s best to just enjoy this,” and with that the tears started flowing; in giving Jessie a shot of living she had ended her own chances of becoming a lover to someone, a wife, and a mother. The burning pain washed over her. “Sometimes life isn’t fair.” Her mother had often told her before she’d died in a factory accident some years ago leaving only herself and her father alive. Yes these games most defiantly were not fair, but closing her eyes she lived in the moment, the air like covers, the soft night gown, the warmth, and the almost loving like motherly hug of the bed. All of these were step up to make the tributes feel welcome and safe she was sure, but for the moment she didn't care. Gently stroking the feather earring that was her token she whispered to no one in particular, “The lambs are coming to the slaughter” before she drifting off to sleep.
{Sorry that I forgot to add this in the sign up forum, but this is how Cali looks-}