Posts by iridescence

Kylee

OOC: Okay. : )

IC: "You have an idea of what animal you want to bring?" my escort asked.
The glint in my eye said it all.
"I see."
She led the other tribute of 2 and myself to separate rooms to spend our last moments before leaving with our family or friends. As soon as Arleni left, Chyra burst into the room.
"You have to win. You must have enough self esteem to try your best. For me, and, more importantly, for you. You have to try your very best," she said, lingering on the last sentence.
Try your... very best...? Mom... I thought, tears already welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill.
"Yes. For Mom," Chyra whispered, as if she read my mind.
My shock, fear, and despair were replaced by motivation. And determination.
"I can. And I will," I promised her, and we gave each other a good hug.

Kylee

OOC: Are we allowed to bring our animals to the interview?

IC: "Wait! Did you bring Scythe?" I asked my sister.
"Oh, yes. I heard the details from the people at the front desk. I'll go get her," she replied, leaving the room with steady steps. She came in with Scythe at her heels, and tugged the leash.
Before I could respond, Scythe was on my lap, licking my face.
Just as I was about to thank my sister, the Peacekeepers marched in with no warning and dragged my sister away.
Our eyes locked, and I gave all my emotion into the glance. She nodded slightly, and followed the Peacekeepers outside.
As Arleni strode in, she widened her eyes at the sight of my wolf-dog.
"Is... That the animal you mentioned earlier?" she said, her voice traced with caution.
"Yes," I answered simply, "her name is Scythe, and she is a wolf husky hybrid."
Arleni stiffly nodded.
"Okay, I'll write it down." And with that, she motioned me to stand up and escorted me to the train.
"You can bring your wolf-dog if you wish to," she said, as we walked in.

[size=22pt]Being me[/size]

OOC: Urrrghhhhh… you guys rped so much….

IC: The gong sounds, but for the first few seconds I'm too dazed to do anything. I snap back to reality and start running for the scythe.
First thing's first, and right now, what with the bloodbath and all, defense against hand to hand combat is my first priority.
I reach it easily; I'm built for this kind of sprint. Short distance, no grass, with dodging.
The rest of the tributes are too busy to notice a kid.
I run for the survival pack, and a blowgun.
I need a weapon for long distance targets.
I climb up the twine weaved cornucopia; this year it's wooden but has a woven twine cover.
I wince as my hands find their way up, and get a good foothold on the small knots on the surface.
The others wouldn't be able to get a hold on those tiny knots
I camp out on top of the Cornucopia, as I deemed it as a sort of safe haven.
Good thing I'm a skilled climber. It takes less than half an hour for the fight to be over.
It doesn't take a while for the Careers to notice me as they start hoarding the supplies in a pile, just like in the Career pack from the legendary 74th did. Didn't end too well, I knew.
"Hey, it's a little kid!" I heard one of them shout.
"An easy first kill. Shouldn't take too long," another said.
They sauntered over - yep, they seemed pretty relaxed for killers - as they trained their eyes on me.
"Stand back. I'm warning you. You move, you'll regret it," I warned them, my voice lowered, but enough for them to hear me.
They laughed, ignored my seemingly innocent 'joke', and the one in the front started to walk towards the Cornucopia; the same time I reached for the blowgun hidden behind me.
I had already put several of my precious darts in it.
I aimed. Seconds following, the cannon boomed in the arena. I smirked.
They're the easy kill.
They flinched and froze in their tracks. They stood motionless as the helicopter retrieved the body.
They put their hands up, and said one word that changed their fate drastically.
"Allies?"
♠ ♠ ♠
For the remainder of the day, we - as in the Careers and I - hunted, gathered, ate, and laughed.
Don't forget practicing our skills.
Krystique still seemed wary of my presence.
Oh, the irony.
As I etched the bark of a pine tree with strikes of my scythe, a raindrop fell on my shoulder.
How unusual. The Gamemakers were supposed to make the Games as exciting as possible to the bloodthirsty Capitol audience.
Especially on the first day.
I sighed, and Maya suggested we stay inside the Cornucopia, as it was free of water, and seemed to be fairly durable. The only downside was that we couldn't light a fire.
Oh well. We could make do with torches.

[size=22pt]Being me[/size]

OOC: Give me a better description of the arena! What's north, what's south, what's west, what's in the east!? What direction is the mouth of the Cornucopia facing??
Btw, add redwood to the list of trees. They are monstrous.

IC: We're all sitting near the mouth of the Cornucopia.
I chew on my roasted groosling leg as we strategize.
Right now, we're discussing what to do after the rain stops, and what direction to head in.
"What are the odds of there being different kinds of trees in different directions?!"
"Yes, what do you expect? Pine trees in the north and cherry blossoms in the west?"
"Who knows… The Gamemakers could be up to something…"
"I like strawberries. I wish I could have some of that jam my mom makes.."
"Well yeah.. I want oreos… Maybe some cake…"
"Oh yeah, and a nice glass of warm milk.."
Their voices drifted away…
I face palmed myself.
Okay, so these… idiots are supposed to be "trained"?
I sighed, and said, "Let's just separate our pack in partners. Maya and I explore North. Krystique and Oroke explore south. Scarlett, you take west. The day after tomorrow, we all take east. It looks... treacherous. How's that sound to you people?"
Nods and murmurs of assent passed through the pack.
Krystique rolled her eyes when she heard she got Oroke. He's a bit.. special.
Always muttering about the colors of the rainbow.
"Red, orange, yellow…" there he goes again.
I suppress a laugh, and suggest hunting again as the rain slows to a light mist.
OOC: whoa! I just got like 50 FK for just this post!

Kylee

OOC:

IC: Dazzled. I was dazzled by the room.
Everything, from the furniture to the embellishments were obviously exorbitant in price.
My fingers automatically glided across the Tufft tables and gazed in wonder at the Ruijssenaars magnetic floating bed, complete with the Vividus mattress.
The food, however, wasn't exactly like ambrosia and nectar compared to the lunches I ate after conferences with the executives of Skye; one of the major weapon manufacturing companies in Panem.
I smiled for the first time since I got reaped… Luxury…
I jumped a little when my dog whimpered, wanting to be petted. I kneeled and put her face between my hands.
"Who's a good girl?" "Awww" and other things I subconsciously murmured when I was with Scythe.
I finally realized I was hungry when a pang of that hollow sensation hit me.

Being me

OOC:

IC: We've already started exploring - there was no time to waste a day just doing nothing.
I hear a distant voice echo in the woods.
I turn my head in the direction, but decide to ignore it.
Sounded more like a cry of agony than a scream for attack, anyway.
My hands dig into the soft white bark of the pine tree. Cambium.
"Maya, come over here, and take a look at this," I said, waving my hand, signaling her to come where I stood.
Maya was the least idiotic of the group of Careers, in my opinion.
She's from 4, and she's practical and reliable.
She's a decent hunter, considering that she spent her childhood spearing fish and weaving nets.
She walked over to me, and furrowed her brows at the unfamiliar practice.
"Oak, right? Why dig into the tree?" she asked.
I gave her a knowing look and took a handful of the soft bark, shoving it into my mouth, and chewed.
She chuckled, and dug in, too.

Kylee

OOC: Since the picture in Kylee's form didn't really show up, here's the pic, again.

Kylee

OOC:

IC: Last thing I remember is Scythe pawing at my shoe before fatigue drags me under.
* * *
I yawn, stretching my arms. Wait… How long have I been asleep?
Oh well.
I dress in a t shirt and pair of skinny jeans.
Walking through the door, I see Arleni talking with the mentors.
Come on! We're in the freakin Quarter Quell and all they can talk about is interior designing?
I get a little bit of everything on my plate for breakfast and plop in the chair.
OOC: too tired to write more… :(

Kylee

OOC: sorry… haven't been on for a while..

IC: I was dressed opulently in a silver dress with accents of blue.
I don't know how that, in any way, is related to our district, but I guess the Capitol doesn't really care as long as you look decent enough.
I waved half-heartedly at the audience, but they cheered anyway.
I'm paralyzed, really. I. Don't. Want. This.
I sigh, and just stand on my chariot with a blank expression while listening to the cat-eyed president.
He reminded me of one of those fluffy lazy looking Persian cats that just sit around doing nothing.
Oh well.

Yay, I finally found a thread that has under 20 replies and interesting!!!
>=3 BUNNY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *coughs* *scooches away slowly*

(Appearance)

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Name; Brooke Hyland

Nicknames; none yet

Grade; 9th; is new to the school

Eye Color; Grayish green

Hair Color; Medium brown

Skin Tone; Pretty much fair

Weight; 118 lbs

Height; 5' 6''

Personality; She's very quiet and gets flustered easily by people. She's somewhat studious, but not enough to be called a nerd. Had an A average for all her subjects in middle school. She hates speaking in front of people for oral presentations. She gets attached to people pretty easily as well as trusting people. She's a bit naive but not as innocent as you might think sometimes… She has a quick temper but blames herself. Sometimes she just can't stand up for herself.

Likes; Music, film editing, writing, bunnies, puppies, kittens, hiking, fresh air, climbing trees (on occasion)

Dislikes; Bossy people (She can deal with arrogant people, but bossy is pushing it), people that are stubborn when they're arguing, musically ignorant people, insects and spiders, big, crowded parties, dancing

Crush; Will develop

Boyfriend or Girlfriend; single

Other; She enjoys singing and has a good voice, but very few people have ever actually heard her sing. She doesn't know anyone at this high school because she moved after 8th grade ended. She gets along well with outgoing/fun people. She has low self esteem issues.

Yay! A zombie apocalypse thread!
I started watching The Walking Dead, not too long ago..
Yeah, my best friend is like OBSESSED with that show!
She's a huge Daryl fan and loves Caryl.
Well, actually, I'm at the end of season 2, you know, "Beside the Dying Fire"?
I'm just glad Shane's gone.
Have to thank Carl for that.
Anyway, here's mah form:

Name: Mary Hughes
Gender: ♀
Age: 18, going on 19 in a short while
Personality: Practical, but bad at making quick decisions.
Resourceful and has good hand eye coordination, but has a bad temper.
You can count on her to shoot straight.
Usually the one coming up with compromises during arguments.
Beliefs: In the apocalypse, a man is a man. If s/he earns his/her keep and doesn't put the group infurther risk, it is worth at least attempting to save them.
Appearance:

She usually wears long jeans because she thinks that the less bare skin the better (because walkers can infect you with just a scratch, right?)
Weapon: a long knife or scythe. If you're talking about guns, she prefers revolvers.
Other: She is the only survivor from her family.