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Post by galdors on Oct 12, 2009 15:50:20 GMT 10
((omfg!! I only just got through Jam's post and then I see koyjama's and I thinks to myself I think, there is no way I can write a post that long...what if the internet stuffed up just as I was posting and I had to start again!! and then I thought to myself I thought I really can't be bothered to read koyjama's post right now. I'm gonna come back later. and then after all that thinking I thinks to myself I think That's right, I'm playing a girl!! I forgot and then my final thought was I wonder if you guys are gonna come and see Destination: Where? because it is really awesome - koyjama, I think you in particular would really enjoy it. all brechtian and verbatim and essence of awesome.))
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Post by koyjama on Oct 13, 2009 12:24:38 GMT 10
[[galdors, don't advertise in the RP I agree jam, I've changed my post. I also added the characters name-district-gender at the top to make it simpler. I think it would be good if we could do that. I was thinking about it a bit more, and I know Reeta isn't exactly a good person or admirably personality, but it is still sad that there is a 23/24 chance she is going to die ]]
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Post by koyjama on Oct 13, 2009 13:05:20 GMT 10
Jiff Recks - District Three - Male
I wake before the sun has risen to the sound of Blip's coughing. This rasping sound has become like my alarm in the morning, I hear it so often it has become a fixture in my life, the stone in my shoe reminding me of things I would rather forget. I half sit up, leaning over to my little sister who sleeps on the other side of my bed, or our bed rather. She is tiny, even more pale than myself, and curled up as she coughs. I carefully stretch her out, sit her up and hold her until her coughing stops. It has become a ritual, every morning I do this. She looks up at me with grey eyes that seem too big for her head, as though she wants to say something but she never does. She just leans her head on my shoulder, and I continue to cradle her there until she drifts back to sleep. When she is asleep, I lay her down again and get up myself. Our bed takes up almost the entire small room. Blip sleeps on the side of our bed next to the wall with the window in it, and I sleep on the side closest to the door. I have to turn sideways to maneuver the small strip of carpet to the door, and when I am out my mother appears with some thin coffee and toast for brekfast. I take it silently. She looks over to my bedroom door, which I have left ajar to let air flow in to Blip. I shrug. This too has become our ritual. She asks silently if her little daughter survived the night, and I reply silenty that she has but she is no better. My father is already out, working at the factory which makes communication systems for various devices in the Capitol. I eat my brekfast, and my mother disappears to work as well. She works in the same factory as my father, though they do different jobs. I take Blip her brekfast, thin coffee and some fruit called apple which we spent a small fortune on because it is meant to make sick people better. She sits up when I ask her to, and I tell her exciting things that never happened in my school until the sun comes up. Before I leave, I open her window. The smoke will get in, and it will not be good for her, but I can't leave it closed. Our apartment gets extremely hot during the day, it would be unbearable without at least a window open. I go to school, sit in class, and soon it is the first break of the day. I sit with Byte and Tona. Byte is very smart when it comes to school, but he is dumb when it comes to life in general. Tona is the exact opposite, she doesn't do so well in school, but she has more street smarts than me and Byte put together. We usually talk a lot, complain about teachers, talk about what we are trying to make at home, and about what is going on in District Three. But today, our talk is more subdued than usual. I know why, we all know why. The Reaping looms like a giant shadow over everyone in District Three. Knowing it is coming makes me feel sick inside, but this year I am sick for slightly different reasons. I am thinking of volunteering... Maybe, if I could win I would be able to buy the medicene I know the Capitol has that would cure Blip. Even just moving her away from the smoke would help, and I've seen the money Victor's can throw around at will. It would be so easy. But then again, me being a Victor is a slim hope at best. I have a pretty good idea how I would fare against Careers, which is to say I wouldn't. I've seen it, how so many tributes die at the Cornucopia, before they even have a chance to begin. I'd probably be one of them, dead in the first couple of minutes. I leave school early, as usual, to go back and check of Blip. She is sleeping, but I not happily that the food I left out for has been eaten. I walk to the living room, ont he dining table are wires and various parts spread neatly across the table. My father and mother collect spare parts, and it is my job to assemble them. We are trying to make a fan, so Blip can keep cool but not cough on the smoke of the factories. I've almost finished it when she starts coughing again.
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Post by maloliente on Oct 13, 2009 14:30:39 GMT 10
((..... I fully agree with the sentiments expressed by galdors in his post earlier. Except for the advertising bit though. darn it, now I've got to put the effort into writing my own posts. Why did I make two characters? why![question mark]!))
Saffron Tithe - District 1 - Female At the sharp knocking from my father on my door, I snap open my eyes, leaping out of bed and onto the floor in a matter of seconds quickly glancing around the room, checking for one, if not all of my younger siblings planted by my father, prepared to ambush me.
There's no-one here.. I think, puzzled, before remembering that they wouldn't attack me the week before the games. Even though there was only the slightest chance of me being injured, we didn't want to risk me being at any disadvantage during the games.
The Games! I remember with glee, my emotions souring with pride and excitement. This year was my year to go out and fight, coming home covered in glory and honor.
I leave my room, slipping out of my window and dropping to the ground 1 floor below, landing with a soft thump. I straighten up quickly, and run towards the victors village, aiming for Ambers house.
Amber was a victor in the games 8 years ago, and I've been 'exercising' with her for the past 5 years. Officially, potential tributes can't be trained for the games, but there's nothing against exercising with them.
As I get closer to her house, I slow down to a swift jog, my eyes peeled for any sign of movement. My family may have stopped trying to injure me with the games so near, but Amber has no such sentiments. When my father spoke to her to ask her to stop, she even told him that an injury could be beneficial to me, making me appear more tough and intimidating.
I'm at the back of the house when Amber charges at me out of the trees, her strong, extended arms and her speed being the two things that won her the games 8 years ago. She would scare the other tributes into running, and then catch up to them and wrestle them from behind. In the games her arms had been strong enough to break a persons spine, and I dodged quickly, not wanting to wait and see if they were capable of breaking mine. I also knew that unlike the other victors who had offered to train me, she wouldn't hesitate to kill me during an 'exercise'. That was why I had picked her over all the others. She hadn't lost that ruthless streak that had won her the games, the streak that I so admired in her, and worked to have in myself.
I rolled onto the ground, grabbing one of "amber's" whips that were layed out on the ground, a metal one made with razor sharp wires that gave it 3 long deadly tails, and quickly stood, swishing the whip into her face without hesitation, sending her jumping back, the arm she held infront of her face covered in a protective suit.
Although she could injure me, it wouldn't do for me to injure her. The Capitol wouldn't like to see one of it's victors scarred after their games.
She straightened, lowering her arm, signalling that this exercise is finished, and I in turn lowered my whip, though puzzled at why we finished so quickly. Normally this first exercise lasts several minutes.
"You know," she said walking over to pick up a sword for our next exercise, "I think you might actually stand a chance." My smile broadens as my emotions leap again. This Games is mine!
((there, I'll do the other one later))
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Post by galdors on Oct 14, 2009 19:22:26 GMT 10
((is this all going to be in first person?))
Sezealia (Zea) Wyle - District 3 - Female
The sounds of my father working in the shed behind the house rouse me from my slumber. Rays of sunlight barely scrape the horizon and a warm breeze dances around my face, coming in through the open window in my bedroom. I am lucky enough to have my own room - I am one of the few people in District 3 who doesn't share a bedroom - but that is only because my sister Maya refused to share a room with me and divided the living room with a curtain to use as her sleeping area. This, of course, suits me fine.
I throw on some clothes and go to see if there is anything I can help my dad with before I have breakfast. I find him sitting at a wooden bench, tinkering with a device I have never seen before. I can only assume it is something from the capitol - and therefore very important - as I have never seen anyone with one of these things before.
My father looks up and sees me looking quizzically at the device.
"It's from the Capitol." He says, looking back at his work. "Very important to them, it seems. If I get this working properly, they said they'll send a vial of the medicine your mother needs."
"Are they paying you for it?" I ask, looking at his creased face for an answer.
"The medicine is more than payment for it, Zea," he didn't take his eyes off his work this time.
"But they should be paying you in money, dad!" I knew we needed the medicine and it was a good deal, but I had always had this thought that the Capitol could prevent all diseases if they wanted to and so my mother being sick was really their fault to begin with. I didn't like the idea of them paying us in medicine for a disease which they could have prevented in the first place.
"Do you know what it's for?" I ask after getting no response from my objection.
"Not entirely. Just that it has the capability of containing a lot of energy and then directing that energy to a certain point. It looks to me like it is only a part of a bigger construction." He places the device on the table and looks me in the eye. "How about some breakfast."
I enter the house via the back door, passing by a room with a closed door - the room my mother spends her remaining days in - and fill a kettle and boil it.
My father has worked sun up and well into the night every day of his life since my mother fell ill. The medicines have to be imported from the Capitol and this costs a lot of money. I haven't been to school for three years now. Ever since I turned 13 I've been helping my father with his work - repairing electrical items and creating the odd thing here and there. I pride myself on being quite good at it too.
I pour my father and I a cup of weak tea made from a herb that grew under the electric fence onto our side of it.
I took a steaming cup and two pieces of toast back out to the shed for my father. I placed them on the bench and as I turned to go I noticed a subtle HG stamped onto the bottom of the device he was working on.
A gust of breath forced its way sharply into my lungs, forming a sort of quiet, quick gasp. That symbol represented death, torture and everything evil.
The Hunger Games.
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Post by ladymarella on Oct 16, 2009 15:26:05 GMT 10
((I'm pulling out. Sorry if this is going to stuff anyone.))
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Post by Jamsandwich on Oct 16, 2009 20:13:44 GMT 10
((how could you?))
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Post by Jamsandwich on Nov 14, 2009 20:42:11 GMT 10
((wow, dead before it even started...))
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Post by Elsa... on Nov 15, 2009 15:32:31 GMT 10
((your sarcasm also; is not appreciated))
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Post by Jamsandwich on Nov 16, 2009 15:04:41 GMT 10
((why'd you delete your post?))
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