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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 9, 2019 18:31:41 GMT -5
(Robin can kill anyone guys. So can Alessandro. Holly could too depending on the circumstances, but she'll probably try not to.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 9, 2019 19:31:48 GMT -5
Holly walked out to the stage, Livia placed her in a black dress, with blue areas, like a bow along the back, and blue and gold gloves.
A part of her hair was left forward, covering half of her face and curled. Her eyeliner was sharp, pointed. It made her look gold and malice.
The applause sickened her, but she just smiled secretly and waved. It was decided that she would go for dangerous and emotionless.
"Hello! Holly Alandria of District 8 everyone!" The announcer said, greeting and introducing her.
"Hello," She greeted, keeping her voice even and apathetic. It was simple and sharp.
"Well, you seem like a ray of sunshine!" The announcer joked, gazing her carefully for a moment, she had no reaction.
"So, what did you leave behind, any lovers? Family?" He questioned, curious. Leaning in, like the audience began to.
She tipped her head to, placing a finger on her jaw, "No lovers, left behind my cat." She said honestly. "I didn't have time to waste on love." She added, causing some gasps and claps.
He seemed satisfied with that, his face a large smile. "What's your thoughts of the other tributes?" He questioned.
She smiled again, dangerously, "Some seem like quite the opponents, Amadrya is one, and Ireena," She didn't plan to include it, but it was honest. "My own District partner is rather formidable too." She added on, before falling silent.
When he was about to move on, she smirked, "And the careers?" The hook. "They don't scare me." Line. "To be honest, I don't think they are going to stick together. District 6 and 7 to me is more of a threat." And sinker.
They were already going to target her, she saw the looks they sent at her. Why not trying to make them look a little worse? They were already dysfunctional, she spotted some argue at some times, and flirt at others. They never kept together too long.
The looks on the audiances face was worth it too. Shocked, but somewhat pleased.
"One more question, we are almost out of time!" He said, glancing at her.
"Holly Alandria, you are quite the candidate, huh?” The announcer began, earning a laugh from the audience. Holly rose a eyebrow at him in her stead. She tried to hide her annoyance, she really did.
“Such a mystery too, mind telling us who you are?” He asked, turning to give her the full attention of the crowd and himself.
Holly smiled softly, for the cameras. “I’m a girl,” she simply said, “I’m a kid,” she added, staring at the man dressed in fanatic clothing, interviewing her.
“But above all else, I’m a person.” She finished, “I, like all of you, have hopes, dreams, and goals.” She added, smiling softly again.
“I don’t plan on playing the games like the others,” She warned, acting like a career in a way, “My goals happen to be different than theirs. I don’t want to just live,” she said, turning to the audience.
“I plan to be heard.” She added on, keeping it short and sweet.
With that she stood up, exiting the room, feeling some anxiety as she finally left.
"Hope I did the training some justice, Acton," she grumbled.
(I can find some pictures and stuff to share if anyone's curious. I just made up the outfit, it can totally be changed.)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 9, 2019 20:20:05 GMT -5
[ eek. Need to do those for my charries >.< ]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 9, 2019 20:38:38 GMT -5
(Me too for the rest.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 9, 2019 22:10:24 GMT -5
Same Dx)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 9, 2019 22:17:23 GMT -5
(I got another Holly song. Or just games in general? Nerves - Icon for Hire. I have a heart that gets on everybody's nerves
They don't want the truth, they just want the words
Blah blah blah blah and I can sing until I'm dead
And none of you'll remember a single thing I said
What's the point in being a voice when everyone's already sick of the noise?
Everyone's already sick of the noise, everyone's already sick of the noise
What's the point in trying to change when everyone's already stuck in their ways
Everyone's happy with more of the same, more of the same, more of the same
We were born kicking and screaming
Until we learned to turn it down
Took our dreams and got in line
Held our breath and hoped to die
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
Live a slow and painful life
Put our heart on hold inside
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
Oh we keep it hush hush hush
Have you had enough, have you, have you had enough?
Took our dreams and got in line
Held our breath and hoped to die
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
I have a heart that gets on everybody's nerves
They don't want the truth, they just want the words
Oh I hate your static pace, you ask no questions, let things be
All you people never learn, and your heart gets on my nerves
And your heart gets on my nerves, and your heart gets on my nerves
We were born kicking and screaming
Until we learned to turn it down
Took our dreams and got in line
Held our breath and hoped to die
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
Live a slow and painful life
Put our heart on hold inside
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
Oh we keep it hush hush hush
Have you had enough, have you, have you had enough?
Took our dreams and got in line
Held our breath and hoped to die
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
But no one listens, 'cause no one cares
If you're alive at all let me see you stare
I have a heart that gets on everybody's nerves
They don't want the truth, they just want the words
Took our dreams and got in line
Held our breath and hoped to die
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
Live a slow and painful life
Put our heart on hold inside
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
Oh we keep it hush hush hush
Have you had enough, have you, have you had enough?
Took our dreams and got in line
Held our breath and hoped to die
Fade on
And all along, we got it wrong
We keep it hush hush hush |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 9, 2019 22:29:50 GMT -5
Sterling takes a moment to step outside and breathes in the fresh air. He was taking a small break from the pre games celebration. The capitol people were excited for this years game and he couldn't help but hype them up a little. Plus, he took this time to get a few sponsors for his tributes. Getting sponsors wasn't to hard considering how many people loved the Career tributes. This year he was really hoping for a win. However, he couldn't help but wonder about the other tributes. There was that Burton kid after all.
He snapped out of his thoughts as he feels a soft hand on her back. He turned to see Annabelle smiling at him. He straightens up and feels his heart start beating a lot faster. "What did you get tired of district 2 mentors praising their tributes?" She asked in a teasing way. Sterling chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "A little bit." He remarked. He knew the district 2 mentors were sure that their warrior princess was going to win or at least have the most kills.
"I don't blame you." Annabelle said looking up at the sky. "I'm starting to get tired of all of this." She said leaning against him. "I'm tired of putting on a fake smile and seeing every tribute I work on die." She said crossing her arms over her chest. She turned to look at Sterling her eyes tired and determined. Sterling lets out a soft sigh. He would have scoffed at the idea but he was starting to get tired of this as well. "There isn't much we can do. The capitol has everyone under their grasp." Any mention of rebellion here was crushed and silenced. Sterling hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arm around her. "We just need a spark and something to rile up all the districts and even the citizens. We have to be united" Sterling wasn't sure if that would ever happen but who knows! Anything was possible after all.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 10, 2019 0:16:17 GMT -5
Morning everyone!
I love that Holly thing Chaos it was great.
And Winter that was a cool post too!)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 10, 2019 15:20:24 GMT -5
[ aloha ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 10, 2019 15:21:04 GMT -5
Hey Sparky!)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 10, 2019 15:38:56 GMT -5
[ just got off work, might be able to get an interview or two up tonight ]]
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Post by Sparky on Jun 10, 2019 23:54:47 GMT -5
Harper watched - silently, intently - as the four career tributes before her cycled through their interviews. Being from District Three, Harper remained one of the few who had little time to wait... or mentally prepare. She breathed slowly, closing her eyes and rotating through a list of questions which she already had answers to. She wasn't exactly an impatient person, but at the time all she wanted to do was get this over with.
The career tributes surrounding her had seemed much less nervous. No doubt that charming the Capitol had been a part of their training back in the districts. From a technical standpoint, having the Capitol behind you throughout the Games proved much better than being the most able-bodied or physically capable individual.
Not long had passed since the first tribute had displayed their personality, and yet already Harper was being called onto the stage.
"Give it up for this year's female tribute from District Three!" With this cue, Harper walked slowly and with purpose onto the stage. She gave a bright smile and waved naturally at the crowd. Their deafening applause continued as the announcer grabbed Harper's hand and guided her politely to her seat.
If it weren't for the deathmatch at the end of all of this, Harper would say that the Capitol was a master of hospitality. Nevertheless, she needed to focus on the task at hand.
"Harper Leighson, what an honor!" The announcer began, gesturing towards her. "I must say, the stylists completely outdid themselves this year!" His voice was booming, yet Harper couldn't detect what was picking it up and resonating it throughout the house.
"Thank you," Harper replied, blushing and tilting her head downward slightly. Truly, her stylist had outdone himself. Her dress was beautiful, form-fitting on her arms, waist, and chest, yet flowing elegantly down to her feet. It was stark black, and the main attraction rested in the glowing, icy blue pulses of light that mimicked flowing electricity.
"Now, to begin, Harper. Is there anything that you would want to tell the Capitol about yourself?"
Harper was struck dumb. She had not suspected a question of such... open-endedness. Nevertheless, her expression still radiated the confidence that she had felt walking onto the stage. "I'm stronger than I look," She began, opting for the same techniques as many career tributes. No need to get all mushy about her dysfunctional family. "I'm adaptable. I can survive what's thrown at me in the Arena - whatever it may be."
Her interviewer nodded in acknowledgement and respect. "And back at District Three, what did you do there?"
Harper had to laugh - just a little bit - at his question. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear(a nervous tick of hers) before answering the question. "Well, I graduated high school early, at 16. District Three has a lot of online schooling opportunities." Her gaze swayed naturally from the announcer to the crowd as she spoke, "You could say that my job is similar to that of a mechanic's. I fix cars, construct jet engines, tinker with the technology available..."
"As one does!" The announcer said with a laugh, bringing light to her intelligence. "Think you could give my ride an upgrade sometime?"
Harper chuckled at the thought, trying not to pay attention to the crowd which was roaring with laughter at their conversation. "I guess we'll see, won't we? If I make it through these Games I'll be sure to give you a visit." At the Capitol's laughter-filled response to her answers, Harper couldn't help but smile wider.
Just keep being you, she told herself, enjoy this moment.
"Ahh, we've got a bit of time left so let's jump right into this final question. What's your biggest fear going into these Games?"
The emergence into silence was abrupt, and Harper was left simply with her own thoughts on the question. Truly, the Capitol was an attentive crowd... before they were drunk, of course. The tone had shifted greatly during this silence, and Harper felt the need to respond accordingly.
"I don't care much about being remembered... I just don't want to be forgotten." She said finally, standing up with the announcer for the final applause. Walking across to the opposite end of the stage, Harper's mind was a blur. She was sure that it had gone well, but couldn't help but be filled with anxiety at what she could've done more.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 11, 2019 0:42:48 GMT -5
I love Harper and her interview  ) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 11, 2019 1:02:06 GMT -5
(In case we did get to decide... Training Scores: Alessandro: 10->Using his strength and knowledge of weapons, he easily impresses and earns a higher score. However, he is not as deadly as those like Macaria or Everest, and he chose to use knives and axes, more generic and not as fitting to the upcoming games. Holly: 10->Showing off her knowledge of twin weapons, like Kama and katanas, and mostly her evasive and quick reactions to the Gauntlet like hologram. Yet her small size brought her down from being a perfect scorer. Robin: 6->Good with archery, missed one shot due to anxiety, also the last to go, not much attention was payed to Robin during her set. Carlo: 3 ->Poor skill, he’s a charmer, and good at climbing and such, but he lacks skills in most areas, and is too naive towards the games. )
(I actually wasn't going to have them this time since we can each decide when and how they die or if they get hurt, how badly) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 11, 2019 1:03:11 GMT -5
(That’s fair enough I think ) |
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 11, 2019 1:13:44 GMT -5
Everest glanced at her hair as she mentioned the need for a change in hairstyle, and for a moment, he was tempted to reach out an touch the soft strands that brushed her shoulders. But why? It was such an odd and unreasonable desire that it made him physically frown as he suppressed it.
Hearing her comment about the Capitol being gullible, Everest shrugged. "Aren't we all? Gullible about something, I mean. For instance, you say I am an ideal bet for winning the games, but that's what non careers have been told to believe. But careers like me statistically only win 45 percent of the time, so in reality, it's just a rumor spread to give higher districts less hope."
Turning his head to look at her, he maintained his stoic face. "Then don't kill unless you have to. Impress them in other ways. If you join the career pack, we will take care of the killing for you. All you'd have to do is maintain your intimidating, yet protective image. It's a mutually beneficial relationship, if you want it."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 11, 2019 1:31:46 GMT -5
Amadrya Darrow
The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
“Well, sure, but you guys would be a lot more likely to win if you went solo and didn’t end up killing each other,” Amadrya pointed out “besides, you’re talking about careers in general, but I’m talking about you specifically. You’re far more grounded and sensible than the others, or at least that’s the impression you give me. I’d say your chances are a little higher than that 45%, provided you turn on or ditch the other careers at the right time.”
She did seriously think about his offer to join the career pack. It was risky but it could be very rewarding in terms of her chances in the Games. She knew he could stab her in the back, or the other careers could kill her. He might be luring her into the career pack just so they could get rid of her early. But perhaps it was worth taking a risk. Besides, she didn’t think he was trying to deceive her. And she didn’t want to stop feeling the way she felt when she was around him.
“You’re right, I didn’t intend on killing anyone unless I needed to anyway. I’m not the type to hunt people down. But joining you guys? I can see where it would be useful for me. The other careers don’t like me, so it’s probably actually safer if I join you.”
This was true; the careers would probably make a point of hunting her down early on if she refused to join the pack. Her only temporary protection was to ally with them.
“Okay,” she said after a moment of thought “I’m in. But I’m not stupid, you know I’ll leave the moment I get a hint that I’m in danger from any of you.” |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 11, 2019 1:33:03 GMT -5
(Meh that could’ve been better but XD Anyway, once again, no rush. Take your time, I know you’re busy Dream ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 11, 2019 6:18:20 GMT -5
Oh also I realised I never put my Macaria thing up.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 11, 2019 6:18:32 GMT -5
   Macaria Slayte
The innocent flower and the serpent under it
It was late and she had come down to train, nerves settling in the pit of her stomach. Her whole life had come to this, and would it be worth it? She was either about to realise her dreams, or they would crumble around her.
She wasn’t scared of death, she’d learned long ago not to fear it. But she did fear being forgotten. And who did she have at home to remember her? Did they really think that Macaria didn’t know what happened to tributes without loved ones who died in the Games?
And the tributes who died were returned home to their families in a simple wooden coffin. But who would they give Macaria’s body to? There was nobody in her life. She supposed they’d have to give her body to the head of the academy where she’d trained. But she wasn’t sure she’d like that; the head of that academy would see her as a failure because she hadn’t won, she’d be thought of as weak. There was nobody else, though.
She had always promised herself that she wouldn’t be weak. She didn’t have a family to be proud of her and encourage her so she had to motivate herself, encourage herself. She would be strong during these Games. She had her district to bring pride to, after all.
She didn’t love the Capitol like many people assumed she did. She saw them as an opportunity, of course, a route to a different life. But she wasn’t blind. Just because she had been trained as a tribute her whole life didn’t mean she approved of the Games. But she didn’t want her whole life to go to waste, and plus if she won, that would give her the opportunities and the connections in the Capitol to do the thins she really wanted to do. Live her life as she wanted, not the way the Capitol said people in her district had to live. She didn’t want to be a soldier or peacekeeper. Of course, she’d live under Capitol influence and monitoring for the rest of her life. But even that much freedom was better than nothing
She was trying to put her worried thoughts out of her head, as she methodically threw knife after knife at the target in front of her. She could only think of victory, she had to pretend no other fate was possible. She couldn’t not win.
But there were new threats that year, too. The District 7 girl who had joined the pack. Halina and Sapphire, who both seemed strong, clever, manipulative. It was an excellent career pack that year, anyway, which was very dangerous for Macaria; it reduced her chances of survival drastically. Alessandro, for whom Macaria feared she may be developing genuine feelings. That would hinder her in the Arena, it was a weakness. Everest, who Macaria had trained with since she was young and knew far more about her and her fighting style than anybody else in those Games
So yes, perhaps it was understandable that she was actually a little nervous. |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 11, 2019 10:31:07 GMT -5
(In case we did get to decide... Training Scores: Alessandro: 10->Using his strength and knowledge of weapons, he easily impresses and earns a higher score. However, he is not as deadly as those like Macaria or Everest, and he chose to use knives and axes, more generic and not as fitting to the upcoming games. Holly: 10->Showing off her knowledge of twin weapons, like Kama and katanas, and mostly her evasive and quick reactions to the Gauntlet like hologram. Yet her small size brought her down from being a perfect scorer. Robin: 6->Good with archery, missed one shot due to anxiety, also the last to go, not much attention was payed to Robin during her set. Carlo: 3 ->Poor skill, he’s a charmer, and good at climbing and such, but he lacks skills in most areas, and is too naive towards the games. )
(I actually wasn't going to have them this time since we can each decide when and how they die or if they get hurt, how badly)(That’s fine, go ahead and ignore those then :3.) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 11, 2019 10:44:16 GMT -5
Hey Chaos!)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 11, 2019 20:11:58 GMT -5
[ thanks! Also, speaking of Harper, anyone can kill her in the bloodbath. ]
Ugh, that felt wrong. mustn't. get. attached. ]]
Macaria showing a bit of emotion.?! ]]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 11, 2019 20:45:08 GMT -5
(If no one kills Harper.
I always got two semi-bloodthirsty tributes. Robin and Alessandro.)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 11, 2019 21:00:39 GMT -5
[ Hehe, either of them can kill her if you want! And I've got Elijah to kill off in the bloodbath as well xP ]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 11, 2019 22:15:52 GMT -5
(My plan is Hunter is going to kill Darius. After that anyone can kill him. I'm thinking Sapphire ends up gravely wounded and she has a heart felt final moments  ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 12, 2019 1:51:25 GMT -5
(Hey everyone! Ooh okay we’ll make sure Dream knows to add bloodbath death for Harper on the front page thing where we’re keeping track Also yeah I had to have her feel something, y’know? Besides I kind of wanted her to be a kind of mirror for Holly, showing the potential for what Holly could’ve been like if she’d been on a slightly different path, and the same for Macaria if she had chosen a different path. So Macaria doesn’t have a family, like Holly - though that wasn’t planned, it just kinda happened XD Anyway yeah that’s my thought process behind that whole thing XD) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 12, 2019 2:04:13 GMT -5
(Oh I like that a lot.
Like, complete enemies, who really just are the way they are because of necessity. The paths they had to choose from, and they each picked their cards, hoping to win the hand and survive another day.
I honestly love that. A lot.
Because Holly as a career would be a lot like Macaria, probably really apathetic, trying to ignore her morals. And honestly that’s how I originally planned to have her be. A very apathetic girl with goals of winning to prove herself, but then I developed her into a different path, making backstory and such. I just love that with Macaria though.
I also have 4 new kittens, :3. My other older kitten(teenager cat lol) is probably deaf(she never responds to any noise, when we came home yesterday, she didn’t even know it until she saw me and started purring), but really likes them and it’s cute.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 12, 2019 6:29:13 GMT -5
I’m glad you like it I think it’s a really fun thing to explore with the two of them. Because Macaria could’ve turned out so differently had she not been a career. She’s smart and perceptive and very driven and determined. If she’d been from another district she could have been so like Holly Anyway yes I love the whole idea it’s a lot of fun Awwwww I love kittens! That sounds adorable) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 12, 2019 11:32:25 GMT -5
Macaria Slayte
The innocent flower and the serpent under it Macaria did remember very vaguely her childhood, and her family. She had hazy images of her mother and her older sister, whom she remembered was named Lucasta, more commonly known as Cassie. Lucasta had been several years older than Macaria, and had already begun to excel at the academy. She would have been an exceptional tribute if she had lived to be old enough to volunteer for the Games.
It had all happened very quickly, when Macaria was perhaps six or maybe even seven, though her vague memories suggested she was on the younger side. An illness which had taken hold in a part of the district, the part in which Macaria lived. The area had been quarantined in order to prevent the spread of the disease to the whole district, but the illness couldn’t be cured. Or at least not fast enough.
Macaria’s mother and Lucasta had caught the disease, and despite the strength in both of them (District 2, after all, produced no weaklings), they did not survive. It had been Cassie, aged eleven, who had decided to sneak Macaria out of the quarantines sector of the district, desperate to give her little sister a chance of survival.
Macaria wouldn’t have lived, most likely, if Cassie hadn’t done that.
After she escaped, she did her best to survive, living off whatever food she could get her hands on. As she got older, she came to rely on the meals from the academy and on whatever other patches of work she could do to raise some money. She became one of the most driven students at the academy, desperate to make sure she stayed strong and healthy and became the best fighter she could be for the Games. Those meals were the only thing that allowed her to stay strong and healthy.
She still didn’t really know how she had survived. Had she lived in a poorer district or not had the Academy food she probably would have died.
But she had spend her whole life training hard, making sure she wasn’t weak. Only the training partners who knew her best were aware that she had struggled as she grew older, and nobody knew about her family apart from those who had known Lucasta or her mother. Or else those who had lived in the same sector where the disease broke out. Most other people at the academy had been too young at the time to remember it.
She liked that she had largely been able to start afresh without anybody prying too much. But she had her district to make proud, and the academy which had raised her. She had to be as strong as her sister had been.
Macaria had only ever had the choice between giving up and surviving. It was the only choice she had ever been able to make for herself, her whole life planned out in front of her by the Capitol. And she wasn’t about to give up after everything, even if she had to kill to survive. |
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