Hunger Games rp

Claire:
"He usually isn't—never mind." I interrupt myself, sensing that Abigail's irritated.

 

Abigail: Do continue, sorry if I seem upset. I'm just a bit..off....

 

Claire:
"You're a tribute, right? Not some Gamemaker?" I question.

 

Frenchie:
-sits in the hall-

 

Abigail: Yup. Tribute from District one.

 

(Ren volunteered in place of a weak,12-year-old boy. He'd rather die in the Games than die of starvation, which had been going to happen to him soon.)

(Claire was reaped, and no one volunteered in place of her.)

 

(.-. LOLOLOLOLOLOL. Oh my Jesus, I am screwed.)

 

Claire:
"Promise me that you won't tell anyone? And can we be allies in the arena?" I smile warmly.

 

(???)

 

(Frenchie is a game maker but everyone loves her because she's against the capitol)

 

Abigail: Yupadoo. *Manages to smile, holding out the hand that isn't bleeding*

 

(cool!)

 

(Fuck yeah for Frenchie. And my mom was helping me wax my eyebrows and she ripped part of my skin off. *Twitch*)

 

Claire:
I shake Abigail's hand, then lean in closer to her ear so no one will hear. "I suspect he's my elder brother... Our parents died in the toxic bombs at District 13... I escaped to District 5, but I don't know where Ren went..."

 

( )

 

Abigail: *Freezes, and stops moving,
Eventually starts to talk* I-I'm afraid I can't trust him....
(>.> It's not much, but it sucks ass.)

 

Claire:
"He's in a different district anyway. Both of us can't survive together..." I sigh. "Why is that?"

 

Abigail: I've been raped by a game maker, causing me to lose all respect in them. Can we go before everything gets awkward?

 

Claire:
"G–Gamemaker?! What the—"

 

Abigail: *Nods, twitching* I'm going to leave now... *Awkwardly shuffles out the door, holding a stone and chucking it at Ren's head*
(Blathon. Fuck yeah.)