Yay! Did Classy join? what do you mean when you say That way nobody has to play a character that gets killed off two seconds into the game. Couldn't the first person to die be killed in the first post if the starting player wants that person to?
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
Well, no. Because there are only twelve participants that players are controlling. There are twenty four participants in the hunger games. We'll be the upper half who survives the longest, and starting the SB from the very beginning, so the first 12 people to die will be NPCs that the person who kills them will control. Good question, though.
All our dreams can come true — if we have the courage to pursue them. -- Walt Disney
Appearance: Tall and slim. Though isn't everyone slim? Thick brown hair with green eyes. Wears whatever there is that's comfortable for work.
Personality: Fun Loving. Well, about as fun loving as you can be with the capital as strict as it is. Nice as they come, but don't get on his bad side. And if you do, don't let him behind your back.
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
Without Further Ado, here are the districts and death order. Remeber that we play characters who are in the top twelve, so twelve of the NPCs die before Chinchillagirl_34 would die.
(Winner) RedBird - District 9 (Last to Die) saquash - District 12 (22rd to Die) Elinor Brynn - District 1 (21nd to Die) AquaMarine - District 6 (20st to Die) JasmineBells - District 11 (19th to Die) Kaywiia - District 5 (18th to Die) Apple - District 3 (17th to Die) Bubblegum - District 7 (16th to Die) imapoemperson - District 8 (15th to Die) foxfire - District 4 (13th to Die) ridersofdamar - District 2 (12th to Die) Chinchillagirl_34 - District 10
All our dreams can come true — if we have the courage to pursue them. -- Walt Disney
guys just as a further notice, i may not post here until about wednesday or soemthing...University started and i'm having one load of a schedule in my hands.
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
Whose starting it? YAY! I die 20th...should I be happy about this, ha ha! I'm reading The Hunger Games again right now. I'm at the part after Thresh dies and Katniss and Peeta are talking. I love when they dish out on Haymitch. Ha ha...
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
(I suppose I can begin. We're starting at the interviews)
Callie
I was afraid I was going to burst. For being crowded on such a tiny stage, the crowd was much larger then I thought it would be. In addition to who I could see, many more were tuned into their televisions-it was as if all of Panem was watching me. And being the girl from District 1, I was first. I'd never been the show business type. What if I screwed up? Or, like that one girl the year of the 10th games, tripped and nearly fell of the stage.
Aaron, my stylist, told me I had nothing to worry about. Jackel and I had been loved at the opening ceremonies. I was now dressed in five inch-heels and a white gown with red lace trimming. You look beautiful, he had told me, just relax.
The man who interviews us, named Marcus Hunt, walks onstage to thunderous applause. After a dull speech and the playing of the national anthem, he held the microphone to my my mouth and asked the first question.
"Calina Walker, the games were different this year. You had to be elected by your district. How did you feel after they decided to send you."
I laugh, nervous. "It's Callie, actually. And I don't know I how felt right then, but this a great honor and I plan on coming back home and making my district proud."
More thunderous applause, and I smiled. You can do this, I told myself. The next few questions were dull and ranging from my personal life to a prediction on what I thought the arena would be like. The crowd cheered after every response. Soon, the buzzer sounded, and it was time to move to the next contestant.
All our dreams can come true — if we have the courage to pursue them. -- Walt Disney
If only my parents would see me to in here...to see their own daughter soon to fight for ehr life. My sister would not even dare to commit to this. There were various lights around em and the flicker of cameras began to blind my eye. This city was a little more better than back to my district.
My stylist had designed me and my partners clothes suited to my district but i had persuaded him to give me a more flowing dress as if i were to go to a royal ceremony.
When the interviewer began to asked me after interviewing my partner, i tried to hold a laugh. Soon he asked me on how a Shizamaki such as me dared to enter the tournament. They all know that our family prohibit children competing here.
"I am just here to show to everyone what the Shizamaki especially me, As'ka, can do."
What followed was an applause a little more than my other colleagues. When asked questions about personal life, i dared not to brag too long just not to let the attention to fade away from me.
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
I stare at the audience, the glittering cameras, the flashing lights. Inwardly, I shudder. And all just to watch us kill each other. Terrible. I'm already starting to sweat under the leather shirt and pants that my stylist made me wear. She says that it "shows the spirit of District 9," but I think it makes me look like an idiot. And it's heavy. Marcus Hunt progresses slowly down the line of tributes. Soon it will be me, but for now, I will watch, and listen.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
I closed my eyes, counted to ten then opened. The spotlight was shining down on the District 11 boy, a huge, hulking fellow. Surprisingly, he was very talkative and really got into the interview. Trying to win favor with the crowd, are we?
Finally his interview finished and I knew that I was up. The crowd had seen over 15 tributes at this point, so they were obviously pretty bored. If I wanted to stay alive, I had to get the crowd interested in me, maybe even pity me a little.
"And now we welcome our district 11 tribute, Annabelle Paterson!" Marcus Hunt said. My stylist, Caslet cued me to walk out in 5 steps. I did, my forest fairy dress flowing behind me. Caslet decided to be original and instead of dressing me in a tree getup, he put me in a light dress that looks like leaves layered over each other. Spoiler
Except she looks a lot younger
I fluttered out onto the stage and took a seat on the chair next to our host.
"So, Annabelle, how does it feel to be chosen by neighbors and friends to play in the Quarter Quell?" Marcus asked. I took a deep breath, put on a little smile and replied,
"My mother calls me Annabelle. You can call me Bells, it's sort of a little nickname my friends call me back home." I stifled a little choke in the back of my throat. Marcus put an arm around me, nodding sympathetically.
"Go on, Bells"
"I'm not sure how I feel. I guess I'm a little heartbroken and betrayed that my district would do this to me but on the other hand, someone's got to go in. I'm sure with good tactic and my great mentor, I'll get back home."
The crowd all gasped and sighed at this.
"So how do you plan on winning?" Marcus Hunt asked.
"If I hide and let the other tributes die off, then I'm sure I'll live. They can't kill me if thy can't find me" I reply in a soft wispy voice.
Suddenly, the buzzer beeps and after a dashing smile and a hug from Marcus, I'm whisked off stage.
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
I get up from my seat, and try to arrange my face into what I think is charming. Or should I say, what my mentor thinks is charming. I practically jump onto the stage and wave at the crowd before Marcus has even introduced me.
"And now, please welcome Dodge Svalsson, from District 9!" The crowd applauds semi-enthusiastically, which, I guess, is better than nothing. I sit down in the seat in the seat that he offers me, and try to keep up the charm in my face, while also trying not to look disturbed by his bright orange skin.
"So, Dodge," Marcus grins. I grin back, "How's it like coming to the Capitol, after the, shall we say, pioneer feel of District 9?"
I think, like I want to stab you all through the throat, but I can't say that. "Like I've finally come to my real home, Marcus," I say with what I hope is a winning grin. The crowd applauds and whistles.
"Whoa, now that is something!" Marcus yells at the crowd, "Why don't we make Dodge feel as at home as we can, eh?" The crowd starts yelling. Well, I guess that was the right thing to say. I see my mentor nodding, almost imperceptibly.
"Well, now that you're here, at home," jokes Marcus. I almost puke right there, "Why do you think that you got chosen as tribute for District 9?"
"'Cause I'm so good-looking," I say, flipping my hair. The crowd apparently likes that, "No, I actually have no idea, although I think that it's my mad skills with a knife."
I lean towards Marcus, and say in a stage whisper, "But probably, the other people in District 9 wanted me out of the way, so that they could have a chance with the ladies," I wink at the crowd, hating every molecule of myself and them with a vehement passion. Why do I have to say things like that? Simple. So that I can stay alive.
"And I'm sure that they'll have better luck, now that you're here," says Marcus, jovially. The buzzer goes off.
"And that concludes your interview, Dodge," Marcus says. I get up, and smiling and waving to the crowd, I exit the stage. As I pass the boy from District 6, he looks at me through those huge glasses. I raise my eyebrows. For some reason, I want him as my ally.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
Except she looks a lot younger
