89th Annual Hunger Games Roleplay thread

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    "You actually seem a little super hyper, if that explains what I'm trying to say..." she said, a little uncertainly. "Like not a little, A LOT!!!" she said, her eyes still eying her container of sticky paint. She gently spread it lightly over her arm, swirling the paint to make it look like grass.

    Daisy shrugged. "What's so bad about that?" She asked, frowning lightly. "Can't I be hyper? I'm only Twelve!"

    "Twelve year olds are NOT hyper, unless you are calling my little sister hyper." she said, stretching the word "hyper" as if it was an ugly dress.

    Daisy shrugged. "You're creepy. I'm gonna walk away, now." She skipped past Annabelle and started skipping away, looking for Cole.

    Cole rolled his eyes from the tying knot station. Little hyper girls are soooooo weird. he thought, looking down.


    Annabelle shifted and looked back at her work.

    Daisy stopped beside Cole, frowning. "Annabelle is creepy." She told him quietly. "I'm not actually always hyper, I just don't want people to know I'm.. kind of scared.." She admitted quietly. "Not that I'm weak!" She said quickly. "It's just.. just.." She didn't know what else to say so she stopped speaking.

    "Sure, just don't eat too much sugar!" Cole joked, without looking up. "And Annabelle is not creepy, just...spoiled. Rotten." he said, still trying to get a complicated knot.

    Daisy nodded. "Okay. And she is creepy!" She folded her arms over her chest. "Where I come from there's no such thing as 'spoiled.'

    "Where I come from not only is 'Spoiled' a word, so is 'Stubborn' and 'a nuisance'." Cole said finishing the small fancy knot. He then attached it to a small branch/stick and began to weave a small, but complicated snare.

    Daisy nodded. "We only hear the last word where I'm from." She said, watching him finish the knot and start making the snare.