Posts by Jay~

ooc: My character is gonna be a bio too, if that's ok with you.

ooc: Do I have to sign-up again for a new character?

The girl from District 11 ran, her scythe in her hands. Oh god, her eyes were wide seeing the other tributes fighting. She stopped, holding the hilt tighter and tighter. Her black curly hair fell down to her shoulders, exactly how the stylists wanted it. Her eyes were sterling blue, the color of the sky below. She inched closer to the girl and boy. "Hi. Do you have any food?" she asked, bringing the scythe closer to her chest in an attempt to be safe. They were gonna kill her she just knew it, but she needed more experience with hand to hand commbat.

Immi, the scythe girl, got closer. Her eyes were wide as she got to the tree. "Do you have any food?" she purposely called up with her loudest voice she could muster. The girl held it close, ready for the boy to shoot. As she held her breath, her lithe fingers on her right hand wrapped around the trunk of the tree. It was large, and had many branches. Perfect for her to climb. The girl had an advantage. He was distracted.

Immi watched closely. They were fighting and now they were healing eachother? What was going on? In an attempt to find out, the girl from District 11 sawed at the tree a little. She didn't mean to hurt them, just get they're attention. Her eyes glanced at the 'couple' in awe. This was the Hunger Games, if she did hurt them it was just two more people out of her way. The scythe's blade had gotten a third of the way, almost time to run.

Umm, is there a sign-up form?

How long does it have to be? Very advanced or just regular?

Name: Archer Hartfield
Appearance: Archer is a small girl for her age, which is 14. She stands at about 4'11 without heels or anything off that stature. Her eyes are a chrystal blue, resembling the color of rain puddles. They are round, having a tear-drop shape to them. In the eyes are the tiny flakes of 'gold', as her stylist would put it. Archer has curly black hair, which falls down to her shoulders. Often, she wears it in a messy bun, placed perfectly onto the back of her head. When it isn't put up in buns or braids, Archer has a mane. Anyways, her shoulders are broad but not a key characteristic of her looks.
Personality: Archer is a firecraker. Once you light the fuse, there is no going back. She can be calm, often not saying anything but in times of need. The girl is shy, being quite good at hiding. She does not like being bossed around at all. Archer is the type to lead her own group, not following along with her other counterparts. She has to have to her rules, and does not 'play well with others'. Often she will even ridicule herslef, resulting in many attempts to fall off stuff. Anyways, Archer is a loner and that is why she is a shy, but angry person.
District: 6
Token{Optional}: She often wears a silver car necklace that wraps around her neck tightly.
Weapon:{Optional}: Archer is quite good at camolouge, and also with bows.

[font=georgia][size=8]Standing in the crowd of District 6 girls, was Archer. The girl's lips were sealed shut in an unpleased scowl. A hand fell hard on her back. This made her jump, whirling around. She sighed, watching her best friend Never. Never was a boy, and the only person she had left. Her mother had died in an car accident. Her father had been on a train that had crashed. Even Archer's younger sister had been deceased. Never had blue eyes like her, making them seem like twins. "I'm not supposed to be here." he said, the boy's deep voice filling the area. She nodded curtly, turning her attention back to the announcer, who was very bright. Wearing a neon pink wig with a bright blue blazer and skirt, Archer was disgusted. Never backed away, staring at Archer in a way.
"Bye" she said, the girl's voice barely making any sound. Archer stood there waiting, then hearing the words. "ARCHER HARTFIELD." her mouth gaped with agony. She had been picked, the orphan girl was picked from the thousands of girl's in the crowd had been selected from the bowl of glass. It was impossable, it had to be. Never's hand reached over once again, this time shoving her forward to get on stage. Why? Now watching the bright lady on the wide stage, Archer could barely make out the words, "Thank you." Several cheers erupted from the crowd, mostly just older men. She shook her head, no one had to congradulate her on facing her fears. She had done it many times before, not now though.
Archer eyes' flicked towards the 2 remaining victors from District 6, which were an elderly old man and a bright young woman. The woman looked like she had gone to the stylists way too many times, having a neon pink smile plastered to her face. Also, the elderly man had been shooed off the stage since he would do no good to the tributes. The mayor's tiny voice ranted about the Capitol and the Hunger Games, then escorted them back-stage.

Immi heard her. "I can help you if you give me food!" she shouted up at them, because she was quite good at herbs and things of that nature. Plucking a small maple leaf of the ground, she wiped it on the side of the tree. It was now covered in cobwebs, also sap, perfect for healing. Immi would not give it unless they gave her food, which she needed.

(Yeah.)

Even though she had seen Never just minutes before, he had been placed in front of her now. Never was obvously not happy, shoving the Peacekeepers out of the way to see her. "I thought you said your name was in 4 times." he growled. She nodded, her eyes filled with tears. Archer had always seen Never as the cheerful one who helped her in times of need not this.
"It was in 10 times, Archer. 10 times! You promised!" the boy's voice boomed. Barely making out anywords was Archer, but currently she was silent. The silence burned, the room seeming like a sauna on a high setting. Her eyes' had a fear to them, one that reminded her too much of when her mother died, her father yelling and screaming. Never sighed, then said, "I'm sorry."
Now it was Archer's turn to yell. "What?! You are not the one who had to support themselves because not one person bothered to help! I had to put the tesserae in, or else I wouldn't have done it. You are not the one who will be fighting for your life? Now are you?" She was screaming by the time she was done. The Peacekeepers were in the room, wondering what the commotion was. They grabbed Never by his arms, and hauled him away.
The announcer, who had been introdouced as Cassie Whittheri, came in. She too was wondering what had happened. Archer was speachless, watching the girl. She had made a fool of herself, and was probably on camera. God. Cassie waved her into the halls, then to the train. Archer rubbed her neck shyly, quickly followed, then watched the other tribute.

Immi jumped, feeling the knife land right on her toe. Ouch. Slipping into a different tree, she slipped off her shoe. The toe was bleeding profusely, and Immi was grateful for the leaves. Stuck then wrapped around her foot, she slipped the boot back on. God, they were mean. What had she done wrong? All she had asked for was food, nothing more. Since she obviously was getting nothing from them, she decided to stay in the tree. It was so pretty up here, as she sung a small song. "We will win today, listen to the mockingjays. I will fight for you, even if I lose." her voice filled the area. Now, she stopped seeing a bird on the branch. FOOD. Chopping it's head delicately off, she ate small peices of it. Yum.

Jasper sat eating a peice of fox by Talo. The boy was safe for now, as he watched the others. They were quite strange Tayna, Emillie, and Talo. His mouth was stuffed but he had managed to get out the words, "So, what haffened?" he asked. He probably would get no anwser, as usual. But these kids were different, except the Nessa girl they talked about. She was quite creepy.

(It was lodged in her toe, sorry if that wasn't clear)

OOC: Bump. I'm gonna post in 1st person.