The Hunger Games (RP)

(Btw Jessica already is from district 5 so she can't be from district 1 I just saw her first application)

 

-my stylist comes up to the roof to tell me to come back for my wardrobe change- / me: fine. As long as u don't cut my hair... -follows her to the elevator-

 

Geoff: -As the train arrives i anxiously rush to the doors only to be met by a squad of peacekeepers who escort me into the trainng building-

 

(Making a second character if that's okay 
Devon
17
District 7

Speed,agility,good with using any type of weapons
Machete
Mean,rude,sarcastic

 

*walks into a room and turns on the speaker system for the entire building so all of the tributes can hear me*

"Tributes! Hopefully you have all arrived safe and well here at the training building. Tomorrow you shall have the tribute parade! I hope your stylists have come up with a good outfit! The day after that shall be the tribute interviews, then you shall have four days of training before you are sent into the arena! Best of luck!"

 

Zeus

"Do you really think that I'm prepared to take another person's life away from them like that?" he says, scoffing.

 

(Lilyyyyy <3 )

-hears the announcement and thinks to myself about what I should say in this interview-

"I hate interviews..."

 

Roman: so they are gonna interview us this is so bothersome

Devon: -wanders around-

 

-sees Devon-

"Hey! Devon!"

-smiles at my district partner-

 

Devon: -looks at her-excuse me who are you again?

 

-is taken aback-

"You don't remember my name. We're from the same district... we went to the same school even. I'm Helena."

 

*sits in a remote room of the training building, sketching possible arena designs and ideas. The lights are dimmed and the floor is littered with scrapped ideas and designs*

 

Devon: -thinks putting his left hand between his left eye-ah yes the little shorty

 

"The little what?!"

-feels myself becoming very irritated-

 

-walks around the training center, swinging my spike on a chain absentmindedly-

 

*I search around the training building, finally finding the right room. I silently slip inside, softly closing the door behind me and walking over, sitting next to Nova. I speak quietly as I peer at the different designs, trying not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.*
"Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere. How's the left arm?"

 

Rosa : -pouts at the stylist- I'm not going to wear ribbons!! So, if you don't stop pushing those weird ribbons to me, I'll storm away, 'kay?

 

Nova:

*left hand is busy tapping the desk in a rhythmic manner* What left arm? I was born without one, sad as it is. *sighs and continues sketching, grows tired and tosses that sketch aside and beginning a new one*