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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 14, 2019 9:21:55 GMT -5
Sapphire Ridgeway // District 1 // 16 years old. // Stamina, Patience and hand to hand combat // Picture // Hawky2581 Darius // District 11 // 17 years old. // Strength, camouflage and spear throwing // Picture // Hawky2581 Name: Sterling King Age: 26 Winner of the 80th annual Hunger Games. Mentor for District 1 (Few more possibly coming later. Hope these look all right) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 14, 2019 9:24:09 GMT -5
Also if the pics have been used before I'll find something else)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 9:27:25 GMT -5
Hey! I think they look okay  you’re probs alright) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 14, 2019 9:29:30 GMT -5
Okay!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 9:32:17 GMT -5
Ooh also I have the stylist for District 1 so that’ll be fun. Let me know if you have any ideas/requests for Sapphire’s outfits or anything you wanna incorporate)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 11:57:15 GMT -5
Oh and for everyone, all of my characters are free for friendships/romance/allies/enemies or anything so just let me know!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 14, 2019 14:47:26 GMT -5
 Nice) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 15:34:25 GMT -5
yep!! They look good!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 14, 2019 15:50:51 GMT -5
(Yes Holly is amazing XD
also updating the front page now!!) (Thank you both :3.) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 14, 2019 15:57:02 GMT -5
(I’ll respond with Holly later, it will be smaller. But I’m definitely enjoying her personality myself so far.
I’ll also do repairs for the other characters, maybe not all, but most :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 15:58:02 GMT -5
Oh cool! You don’t have to reply if you don’t want to, but if you’re feeling it feel completely free!
Exciting! I look forward to reading them)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 16:13:39 GMT -5
Anyway how is everyone today?)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 14, 2019 16:21:27 GMT -5
Sterling rubbed his hands together as the tributes for district 1 were shown on screen. They looked pretty good, and he hoped one of them would be a victor. He picked up his bottle of scotch and poured himself a glass. He was starting to get tired of his tributes dying every games. He didn't care much for the other mentors plus most were getting rather old. Sterling just wanted someone else to share this with.
Being a victor was fun for the first couple of years. The glory, money, power and access to men or women of his choosing had been amazing at first. However, as time went on, he was starting to grow numb to it all. What's the point of being a mentor if all your tributes die in the end? He downs the scotch before letting out a sigh. He found himself drinking more and more every day. "Maybe this year will be different." He muttered to himself.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 14, 2019 16:21:45 GMT -5
Pretty good)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 14, 2019 21:02:04 GMT -5
 - - - - - Holly Alandria:
“Life is a game, and I refuse to play” Holly stood, watching. There was no point stressing, or whining or crying. The fact was over and done, she would be in the games. She would try to get back in one piece and continue, like she always did, and still does.
“Burton Acton” The women chirped aloud...
But the moment the name of he was chosen, she froze at the heartbroken cries of two young girls.
She almost forgot that whole she didn’t, some people had families to return to. A bit of jealousy at the fact, but a rueful anger taking over her. How was it fair that siblings had to watch siblings die? While some did have loving parents, she would never include that in the equation. Even before the death of one and the leaving of another, Holly was never truly loved by them. Just like she would be in these games, she was a pawn for them.
Some may say she was apathetic, but she would say she’s honest in that regard. If she ever had a kid, she wouldn’t want them to grow up with the games, because if she loved them, she wouldn’t make them feel that pain.
She was never ever having kids though, even before the whole reaping chose her to be the next cow in the slaughterhouse.
She watched the boy, who looked close to her age, walk forward, the crowd parted for him, and he seemed, at least, confident at the moment. The girl read others often, inferring on who they were, who to stay clear of, who to fight back on. But he was a mystery at the moment, he had two sisters crying for him(she assumed they were sisters), and yet he didn’t seem to let it bother him.
She had to keep from rolling her eyes at the women, watching Burton, scanning him warily. She didn’t like contact, even shaking hands was a bit odd. She had no idea where people even put their hands, and she didn’t want to know. But as he stepped forward, to follow instructions, she moved into action.
She was shaking hands, with someone who was, not really surprisingly taller than her and also sentenced to the slaughter house. Go figure.
She flashed him a bit of a surprised look at his words, no one usually agreed with her, and she expected him to ignore her. She didn’t think he saw her little mouthed words, but a small grin went onto her face at that. Not creepy, and not a smile exactly, but one of her sardonic nature.
Her next words were clipped, directed at him in a soft whisper, “May the odds be ever in your favor,” she said sarcastically, voice a octave higher, with that tiny grin on her face, obviously joking. Mostly everyone knew that the odds were not in anyone’s favor, and that the games were chance, that was true, it was also talent.
They were both pawns for the Capital now, but eventually pawns could become something more. They could be knighted, and queened, or rooked, often without a suspicion being found. But she didn’t want to play along, and so she wouldn’t follow the rules. She added in another soft whisper, more of a mutter to herself when they finished shaking hands, sarcasm dripping in her voice, “Well, at least the foods good.”
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Post by Sparky on May 14, 2019 22:39:10 GMT -5
Destiny Ghere, District 3 Age: 18 Skills: Intelligence, agility, close-combat Faceclaim: - Ari Casas, District 7 Age: 16 Skills: Intelligence, climbing, stamina Faceclaim: - Elijah Korryn, District 9 Age: 17 Skills: Strength, willpower Faceclaim:
[ alright reposting b/c I'm DONE ] |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 15, 2019 0:38:06 GMT -5
Love that post Chaos!
Your characters are great Sparky!)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 15, 2019 12:08:15 GMT -5
Kiera had been sitting by herself, nursing a glass of wine as she studied each tribute that was picked for each district, her mind racing as she calculated how much of a threat they would be in the arena. When Remus walked up, she noticed him, but didn't look up when he stood next to her. She was currently entranced in watching the girl from District 8, who appeared to be mouthing something..."Do you enjoy this?"
Letting out an amused laugh, Kiera raised her glass towards the screen. "Girl's got balls. I like it," She said, before glancing up at Remus, she shrugged. "I don't know. I have a feeling about this year. I want it to be different. I'm just praying I don't get stuck with a pair of kids this year." Kiera wanted to be a good mentor. She wanted her tributes to have a fighting chance. But the last few years, District 11 hadn't gotten any tributes over the age of 14. The facts were simple. Young tributes like that barely lasted a day in the arena. It was just he way it was.
"How do you feel about your tributes?" She asked, since they had just watched their reaping a few minutes before.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 15, 2019 12:41:08 GMT -5
Twenty mins of Latin to go and then I shall be back ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 15, 2019 13:05:54 GMT -5
I’m back! I’ll get responses up any everything Also Sparky I look forward to meeting your tributes as well ) |
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Post by Sparky on May 15, 2019 13:08:51 GMT -5
[ yes yes I'm in school however most of my classes are chill rn so I'm working on the reapings ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 15, 2019 13:10:04 GMT -5
Hahah take your time! Hope school is going good)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 15, 2019 13:35:01 GMT -5
Remus has also let a small smile cross his face at the mouthed words of the girl on the screen. He appreciated those tributes who had enough guts to push the boundaries with the Capitol as much as was possible, who expressed how they felt about the Games.
“I hope you don’t either. But hey, you won pretty young yourself. If anyone can get a couple of young tributes and give them a decent chance I’d think it would be you. I don’t know what to do when I get kids, I don’t have the heart to start talking strategy with a twelve-year-old.”
It always pained him when he got kids. He didn’t believe in getting people’s hopes up or lying to them, he could never pretend to these kids that they had as much of a chance as anyone else when the truth was obviously different. But he also couldn’t tell them the truth about how small their chances are.
At the question about his tributes, he thought back to the reaping they’d watched for his district.
“There wasn’t much to tell, really, from first glance. The boy looks about fourteen, the girl maybe sixteen, so the boy is a little young but not so young he can’t win - you proved that to me. They both look like the sort who could have a reasonable chance provided they’ve got brains in their head. I don’t know, though, we’re seeing some good tributes this year. It looks fairly open-ended.”
They all seemed a little older this year, and a lot of them quite strong. Outside of the Careers it was hard to tell who had an advantage.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 15, 2019 15:11:54 GMT -5
(I didn’t get to do my other reapings or my forms for other rps but I’ll do them eventually XD Probably by the weekend if not actually at the weekend
Also Kiera mentioning young tributes not lasting a day considering I pretty much plan on Astrape going immediately. I don’t know for Amadrya or Macaria. If anyone wants the honour of killing either of them let me know. I don’t have any specific plans for their death so feel free to be as mean in how you’d like charries to kill them as you like. Preferably Macaria will come to some sticky end - the more karma comes back to bite her the better)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 15, 2019 16:10:32 GMT -5
(Same here with my characters. Holly so far will be like my main, but the others are open to kill, especially Carlo and Robin.)
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Post by Sparky on May 15, 2019 16:36:36 GMT -5
[ Destiny and Ari will probably be my mains(Elijah can die in the bloodbath or whenever really). I really don't care how long Destiny or Ari last but I think it'd be good to have each person have one charrie in the final 5(wait how many of us are there? xD) ]]
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 15, 2019 17:59:18 GMT -5
(I believe there are 6 of us? If Leo decides she does want to join!! I think she’s still a bit busy so we can wait and see if she does want to join or not)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on May 15, 2019 18:55:24 GMT -5
(We could do pregame still? But yeah, waiting to actually start the games for her would be nice.)
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Post by Sparky on May 15, 2019 23:52:04 GMT -5
The Reaping -
Ari stood silently, swaying gently at his place in the crowd. A haze of colors shifted and filed in around him, decreasing the room that he had to breathe. His arms pushed into his ribs as the people surrounding him got closer. Breathe, he told himself, trying to block out the sense of dread that overwhelmed him. He glanced toward the stage of the Justice Building and collapsed backwards in shock. Gasps and unfriendly gestures flew towards him while he sat there - completely helpless - on the concrete. What was going on?
"Ari Casas!" the escort had said, her words echoing throughout the town square. Her gloved hands were clenching the slip of paper that she had just read off of. The name that felt so familiar in his ears, but yet so hostile as she spoke it.
"Ari Casas," she said again, becoming impatient. Voices spiraled into the air, stemming from where he sat. Someone nudged him, but he couldn't move. I'm already dead, Ari thought, stumbling backwards on all fours. A high pitched ringing filled his ears, reverberating throughout the square.
"Ari..." His name again, beckoning him toward the stage. No, no, no! His mind was racing, telling him to run. Chaos erupted around him. Dull colored garments snatched at his legs, pulling him towards the stage. Both glass bowls that had once held names were falling, falling, falling, and shattering. Splinters of glass which glistened in the sunlight danced across the stage and fell down into the crowd.
"No!" He cried, struggling to escape the iron grip of the peacekeepers that had managed to seize him. Everything was wrong. This wasn't meant to happen. "NO!"
- - -
"Ari!" Jude's voice sent him spiraling into reality. He lunged upright in his bed, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped from his forehead. It took him only a few seconds to realize he had been crying, and he quickly wiped the tears away with his blanket before leaping out of bed, trying to distance himself from what had just happened. "Ari?"
"Yeah?" He answered, walking from his room to the kitchen. A high pitched squealing sound arose from the kettle, making him shiver in remembrance of his dream.
"You okay?" She asked, cutting the fire under the kettle before beginning to pour her morning tea into a mug.
"Yeah, just a... bad dream," He answered truthfully, yet keeping the details to himself. A shadow grew over Jude's face and she went over to embrace him.
"Everything'll be fine today, okay?" She said, squeezing him gently. "Two more years, right?"
Ari smiled a bit, hoping what she said was true. Geez, stop freaking yourself out. Just breathe and make it through the day. That's all you've gotta do.
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Ari stood silently, swaying gently at his place in the crowd. A haze of colors shifted and filed in around him, decreasing the room that he had to breathe. Stop it, Ari told himself, gathering his emotions as everyone got into their places. Everything. will. be. fine...
The District Seven escort hopped around on the stage, giggling as she pulled out a slip of paper from the girls' jar. She called out a name - one that he didn't know - and a small girl from the 12-year-old section paced almost robotically towards the stage. It wasn't long before a shout from the crowd was heard- someone had volunteered.
Suicide, Ari thought, although he had to commend the older looking girl for sacrificing herself. Amadrya Darrow. He mouthed her name silently, trying to forge it into his mind. He would remember her name. He would think of her in the years to come. She would be a hero to the family and friends of the young girl, that was for sure. And yet before Ari could finish his thought about paying his respects to this mysterious girl, he heard something unimaginably dreadful.
"Ari Casas!" The escort called, her eyes searching the crowd for someone. Anyone.
Those around him mumbled, and his feet started walking on their own accord toward the stage. No emotion was present across his face. He just existed, letting his body carry him to his destination. The two tributes had a firm handshake, and soon after they were lead into the Justice Building.
As Ari seemed to regain consciousness on the velvet seats of the room he had been lead into, his thoughts began to stumble over each other. What do I do? Run? Hide? Kill myself? Overarching them all, however, was the very blunt fact that he was dead. Whether he liked it or not- the odds were too slim to hope otherwise.
[okayokoayky that started to get really bad at the end and it was just super cheesy but I need to go to bed b/c I've got an AP exam in the morning ;~; ]]]
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 15, 2019 23:54:41 GMT -5
(We could do pregame still? But yeah, waiting to actually start the games for her would be nice.)
(I'm always up to pregame...hehehe) |
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you’re probs alright)
Nice)
