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Jake Rios.
Name:
"Jake."
Age:
"I'm 15. Why do you wanna know?"
Gender:
"Duh, dude. Male."
Appearance:
"I have brown hair and black eyes. I'm 5 feet, 7 inches. I have tan skin, I do come from Hispanic heritage. I wear skinny jeans and a nice shirt most of the time. I got swag, though, bro. Got a problem?"
Personality:
"Some people say I'm kind. I don't worry unless it's a big deal. I'm outgoing and pretty athletic, and I can be romantic when I want. I'm not a player, I don't play with girl's feelings. That's just messed up."
A Love Interest of Analise? (Y/N): Yes.
WOC: A knife.
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OOC: thank you for not flooding any more.
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hey! its lovey. i joined a while ago and i guess im still considered new. but i left for a while and it felt like forever cx. the site's changed. well, if you'd like to rp, message me with the link. c:
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I can play Katniss if you'd like.
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okay, here's the plot. a boy from district one volunteers for to go into the 103rd hunger games. and a girl from district twelve, sasha, is picked. these two meet during training and the boy likes her, but wont admit it, and sasha hates him. now these two are in the games. what will happen?
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Yeah that would be awesome ^.^
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Accepted ^.^
IC:
her heart was beating so fast. the countdown started. sasha glanced around nervously, checking her surroundings and her eyes landed on raven. she rolled her eyes and looked away, trying to prepare herself for what would be happening next.
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she ran, as fast as she could. she picked up a backpack and ran. she felt a burning pain in her shoulder and screamed, staggering, stumbling through the woods. she glanced back. the tribute must have turned. but there was a dagger in her shoulder. she winced, but didnt take it out. she left it there and kept going.
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Would you like to rp together? ^.^
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sasha wailed in pain, but she knew nothing good was going to come from it. she sighed and carefully, step by step, made it into the ditch and lay there. if she was going to die, she might as well die in peace, she thought.
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if you dont mind, maybe riverclan? it's your choice c:
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this is a love story about two tributes from district 11. right now, they're training. just jump right in, with a post describing his appearance.
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Holly was practicing tying knots. She already knew how to tie very good knots, but she wanted to practice. These tributes were good, and she had to try and be just as good to stand a chance of getting home to her older sister, Madison. Madison was twenty, so she couldn't volunteer for Holly when she had gotten picked. But Holly was fifteen years old, and she had been orphaned nearly two years ago. She was used to looking after herself, and she believed she could win these games.
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Holly smiled warmly, Nathen was the friendliest person she'd met so far in the Capitol. "I'm Holly," she said in a shy voice.
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"And I'd expect you not to be hiding in a ditch. Guess we were both wrong," she sighed. She didnt even open her eyes, she knew it was Raven. "Just kill me," she asked, her voice pleading. "Please."
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"No, I don't. I don't train all my life like you do. I'm not raised on hatred, I'm not well-fed, and I'm not spoiled. I don't get everything I want. I don't have parents. I'm not strong, I'm not a killer. Just kill me, please," she murmured, opening her eyes. Her amber eyes were filled with pain and pleading.
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She blushed, embarrassed. "I-I can't fight," she admitted sheepishly.
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"O-Okay, sure," she said with a nervous glance back at the knot-tying station.
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"Fine, whatever," she replied quietly, her shoulder still in pain. "But are you really going to make a fire? They'll see it. And I thought you were a career...?" she murmured, confused.
