ill be district 2 escort so they have on ready
awesome- name plz?. alright, other than that, we could kinda start.... I guess we could start!
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http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=746865.new#new
signup, then rp here. may the odds be in your favor.
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I put the link onto the first post under the tributes!
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #02c0fd; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 70px]At the break of dawn, I wake as usual. The air around me feels sinister. I reach for my shoes and realism hits me. Today is the day of the reaping. But why am I worried? The chance of my name being drawn is little. Almost impossible. I lie in bed miserably, my whole body numb. The reaping in District 10 has always been just after breakfast, at about 10:00. I guess the Peacekeepers in our district are somewhat sympathetic, making the reaping early as to give us more time to make preparations and say our goodbyes. At least that's what my mother says. For me, it just adds to the pressure of fear- horror that someone dear to me will be chosen. If only I knew...[/fancypost]
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She smiled. "Have the first bite," she offers.
Sorry, just opened this hUnger games thing and monitering it, with LMS
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OOC: is this starting at the reapings?I suppose so.... Gonna drop that horrible fancypost and start with fonts instead. XD
REAPINGS..... WHO'S GONNA ANNOUNCE THE TRIBUTES? jUST REALIZED THAT!
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she smiled
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she shrugged
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Sabrina headed out to the reaping. The crowd of people swarmed around her. She sat down beside her mother, and trembled as the Capitol Lady mounted the platform and stuck her hand into the boys names. "Gentlemen lead the way!" she chirped in her exaggerated accent.
Ooc: Oh well- we can all do our own districts. No biggie.
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We look at her blankly. Those are the girl's names, the butcher shouts out. The Capitol Woman blushes. "I mean, ladies first!" she twitters enthusiastically. My fingers clench my mothers as she picks out a slip of paper. "Ooh! I wonder who it is!" the announcer almost shrieks with excitement. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. This is just about their entertainment. Not about the suffering and lives of the dying children in the arena. I hold my breath as she unfolds the paper. "Sabrina White!" She beams, as if I'm being invited to the grandest of parties. Not that we have ever had the money for one. I pause not believing it was my name called. I was 1 life among a million! How was it possible? My mother's hand turns icy cold, and tightens its grip on me. I shake her free. A feeling of calm passes over me, and I wonder if I have gone insane. I stagger onto the platform, and take a seat in front of the girls names. The woman has been our announcer for a few years now. Today her lips are over glossed with pink, and she is covered with makeup head to toe. I begin to dislike her more every minute as she questions me. "Are you Sabrina White my dearie?" Of course I am- duh! I search out my mother's face in the crowd. I can tell that if she were young enough to volunteer to take my place, it would be her up here and not me. The Capitol Announcer interrupts my train of thought. "Any volunteers?" No one moves. Oh well- I guess friends only go halfway for you at the reaping. Not that it mattered. I'd rather die with an arrow through my heart than watch my mother die of starvation or something. Her health is not good. I earn all we eat. Another though strikes me. How is she going to cope without me?
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Strengths and weaknesses please?
Max. 6 strengths.
Min. 3 weaknesses.
Other than that, good.
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Travis Jackson
District 10
Good at speed, throwing knives, all combat
Gathering food, snares, swimmingAwesome. Accepted.
Can I mentor district 2?Sure! Name of mentor, and thats good.
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Btter?I'll put his name in for now.... but if you take a look at the other forms, they list the strengths and weaknesses... It helps in RP.
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Awesome.
Putting her into action. There's a RP thread under the list of tributes, etc.
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I do my best to smile as she tries to get me to relax. Come on, Sabrina. If this is the last impression you're ever going to make of your friends and family, its not going to be anything repulsive. So I sit up straight and settle for a flattish look. I fold my hands on my lap, and don't look anyone in the eye which might make be break off crying. I watch as she unfold's a boy's name. "Travis Jackson!" she cries. For crying out loud, I know that name. That's the boy who beat me up first day of grade one, and has been lying to get me in trouble ever since. Great. To think I had a chance of winning?He'll probably take me out first.
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Yep! Thjere's a RP thread under the spoiler with the tribute statings.
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Can we skip to after the reaping to training now? This is kinda boring.Just let everyone get announced, then we'll skip to the training.