Posts by Silkmoon

Hello! ^_^ I consider myself at least fairly literate, and I thought this looked interesting, so... Here goes nothing!

Basics: Harper Castor, 18 years old, male, District 9

Harper was raised in District 9 (dealing with wheat and grains, mostly) by his father, mother, aunt and uncle, and he is the oldest sibling of two younger brothers and a sister. He has a lot of experience with harvests and crops, and thusly his most valuable asset is probably identifying food sources-- although he's a fair shot with a crossbow as well.

Harper is also a rather serious person with a very strong sense of right and wrong, and he is not afraid to speak his mind about it. Despite this, he is really not very agressive and can seem uncommonly gentle. His method of surviving the Hunger Games is to lay low, find what he needs to keep going, and to avoid killing at all costs unless he sees it as directly necessary.

Er... Well, I don't have a picture, but I can offer you a description!

Harper isn't terribly tall-- maybe 5'8-- and is rather thickly built due to a lot of working in the fields. He is also a little dark-skinned due to partial Hispanic heritage and has short, almost fuzzy dark brown hair. His eyes are exprezzive, dark, and serious.

VOILA.

(YAY! Thanks. ^_^ Sorry for taking so long to reply, though! Did you want me to roleplay the guy trying to kill Dakota, or were you going to?)

Harper notched an arrow with some difficulty, his fingers trembling and numb from the cold. In truth, he had been rather ill-prepared for such a frigid climate since day one, and the blanket he'd found and managed to turn into a makeshift poncho was not optimal for conserving heat.

Currently he was quietly treading up the incline in search of any small prey-- a fox, a rabbit, or even a mouse would do-- to assuage the gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach. Edible plant life was scarce on the snowy mountain, and thus his best bet at nourishment would have to be the wildlife.

He wouldn't have come up the mountain at all, except that he figured most of the other tributes would remain down in forest where supplies was easier to come by and so far his assumption had proven true, as he had not come upon anyone for the last two days.

(Hahaha! :P "she should of listened to her Mom and taken her ADHD meds this morning... NAAHHH")

(OH! And also, is it alright if my character already knows yours?)

Elliot had been laying in the grass a foot away from her, his arm resting over his eyes. He'd been abnormally quiet for the past ten minutes, giving off the impression of being asleep, but when Saphire got up he lifted his arm to crack an eye open at her.

After watching her run around for a moment, he closed his eyes again and groaned loudly,

"I want ice cream."

YAY! ^_^

Elliot bounced to his feet, grinning and talking a mile a minute as if he hadn't just been napping a half a minute ago. "Awesome! I'mma get chocolate, maybe with some nuts and caramel-- or mint, that's good too-- hey, which ice cream place are we going to? The one down on Main Street that just opened puts like a huge pile of toppings on if you smooth talk the cashier-- oh, by the way," he added suddenly, pausing in his monologue to look at her, "I don't have any money on me."

Elliot scratched his head full of dark, disheveled curls. "I mean, I guess so... does your place have ice cream?"

BUMPNESS

"Cheater!" Elliot yelled, sprinting after her, but he was grinning. He obviously wasn't pay very close attention to his surroundings, however, as the next moment his foot caught on something-- which happened to be Brian's knee-- and Elliot went flying over Brian's head to land with a notable whump! in the grass.

Elliot struggled to his feet, coughing. "Ouch... dude, sorry about that," he said to Brian, wincing. "I must be getting old; I think my eyesight is going. You're supposed to be my eyes!" He added to Sapphire, punching her lightly in the shoulder.

Track? :)

OOC: I have no idea where I'm going with this so jump in and feel free to make stuff up, haha. :P Just don't be nasty and try to have 1-2 sentences per post.

IC: Bruce awoke suddenly and sat up with a jolt in his chair. One or two other occupants of the small coffee shop shot him a funny look, but otherwise the man went unnoticed.

Glancing around, he hastily ran a hand through his mop of curly, prematurely graying hair and pushed his glasses up to rub the dark circles under his eyes. He must not have been asleep long; the screen-saver hadn't even come up on his laptop.

Sighing, he took a sip of his long-cold coffee and returned to typing. There would be plenty time for sleep later; he had writing to do.

BUMP

OOC: YAY! A person! :)

IC: Bruce paused to pass a hand over his face and leaned in to his palm with his elbow on the table, gazing thoughtfully around the coffee shop. After a few moments his eyes came to rest curiously on the blonde girl near the front, avidly scribbling something in her sketchbook. He sat staring unconsciously at her for a while, lost in thought.

OOC: Haha! Well, person or not, the most important thing is that you're roleplaying with me. :P

IC: Bruce blinked, suddenly realizing that the girl he'd been staring at rather rudely was now staring back. He flushed, giving her a rather flustered half-smile, and awkwardly looked away, focusing his attention back toward his computer screen.

Had that been creepy of him? No, surely not. Right? He risked another glance in the girl's direction, discreetly.

OOC: Haha, I think they are equally matched in mild creepiness at this point. :P Now, how to get them to actually interact...?

IC: Bruce decided to give up and closed his laptop with a sigh. If his watch was correct, it was now 8:20 and he'd been here since the shop opened at 5:30 this morning. Not to mention he'd barely gotten any sleep last night. He should probably get back home to get some sleep.

Reluctantly, he took a last sip of his coffee and stood up to leave, shooting one last curious glance at the blonde woman now sketching with a new fervor.

OOC: Good job, haha.

IC: Bruce looked up, startled to find the very same stranger now standing in front of him. Briefly it flashed across his mind that perhaps she was here to confront him for staring, but a quick glance at her face dispelled that notion. She didn't look angry at all-- in fact, she looked rather diffident.

Suddenly it occurred to him that she was probably waiting for a response. He removed his glasses and attempted a smile, hoping it didn't look too exhausted, and replied, "Good morning."

After a moment of blinking in bemused silence, a slow smile spread across his face.

"Bruce Kessler." He introduced himself and shook her hand warmly. And then, because he wasn't sure what to say next, added with a small chuckle, "You were, er... drawing me?"

"Wait," said Bruce quickly, stumbling over his chair slightly in his haste to reach her. "No, it's no trouble, you can bother me all you want-- I mean, not that you're bothering me--" He fumbled clumsily with his words, finally blurting out, "Can I, uh... see them? Your drawings. Do you mind?"

Is there room for another roleplayer? :P

OOC: Jump on in, and feel free to make stuff up as you go. :) All I ask is that you not be nasty, and try to reply with 1-2 sentences per post in general. Anyways-- ONWARD!

IC: The sky outside the small, corner cafe was gray and rainy, and with every entering customer wafted in the scent of wet pavement.

In the corner table, nearest the window facing the street, the seventeen-year-old boy sat with his chin and folded arms on the table, staring gloomily at the water droplets sticking to the window pane. His hoodie and disheveled ginger hair were still slightly damp, so he must have been out in the rain recently.

In truth, he'd been sitting here in the cafe like this for the past two hours without attempting to buy anything, and the employees were starting to throw him suspicious looks. This had not gone unnoticed by the teenage boy, who figured he probably didn't have long before one of them would come over to throw him out in the rain again.

OOC: P.S. He knows he's a demi-god already. Whether or not your character knows is up to you. :)

The boy's eyes slid from the windowpane over to the girl sitting alone at the table across from him. Blank-faced, he watched her stir her coffee for a moment in silence.