The Hunger Games RP discussion

Training Scores are given a few days before the Games. They let sponsors know how powerful a tribute was in individual training. It is important to put your best skills forward if you want to get a high training score. You will be ranked from 0-11.

Please fill out this form completely. Your character's training score will be determined at a later date. *HINT* The more descriptive the role play, the higher the training score. The scores will not be graded on grammar and spelling.

Name:
District:
RP:

((Two questions. One: Is the score 1-11 and not 1-12? And Two: When are we supposed to fill it out?))

Name: Sapphire Insara Zee
District: one
Rp:
Sapphire strode confidently into the training center and picked up her bright blue long sword, who she decided to name "brilliant" because it was very brilliant and blinding in the sun light. Then she walked to the game makers and said with a bubbly smile, "I'm sapphire, district one!" she cooed. Then, while she still had their attention, she twirled around and Egan sword fighting an imaginary opponent. By the time she reached the station she wanted, the enemy had died at least three times over. With thirteen minutes remaining, sapphire threw down Brilliant and it got stuck a foot int the gym floor. Sapphire grinned before picking up dagger and whipping it at a dummy three hundred feet away. It plunged into the dummies head. Twelve minutes remaining. She the proceeded to back walk over to Bows and Arrows where she strung five arrows at the same time and held the now sideways, hitting the five dummies that she knew would be three hundred feet away right int the abdomen. She grinned at her amazing shot. Then she sprinted very quickly across the room to fire making with eleven minutes remaining. She began making a large circle With the fire wood, and soon, at ten minutes and the circle as large as a small bedroom, she took a rock and flint and struck it together once. The gasoline covered wood erupted in flames. Of course, the game makers didn't know she had covered them in gasoline during the last day of the training center. She grinned again and lept backwards, The floor getting charred as she flew to cooking and began throwing wild plants and spices in a pot of water, she ran back to the slightly diminished fire, set the soup to be on a rock and waited. six minutes remaining, she took the bowling pot and let the delicious smell waft over the judges who, probbed by the amazing scent, began eating their own feast to dull the grumbling in their stomachs. Sapphire set down the soup in front of them, smirking. She extinguished the fire with a fire extinguisher from the wall.With five minutes remaining, she decided it was time for the finale. While the game makers were distracted by their meal, sapphire threw together anparachoot made out of rope and fabric. She found a rope hanging from the ceiling to the ground and began shimmying up it with three minutes left. When she reached he rafters, she sprinted easily to the middle despite the slim rafters. Now the judges were starring in awe. Sapphire took a breath and lept off the rafter and, 10 feet from face planting, she pulled a string and the parashoot exploded out of its pack, and she landed softly before shoving off the back pack like it was going to kill her. Which it was. She sprinted insanely quickly to the far corner of the training center, crouching and covering her ears. The seemingly docile parashoot exploded. As well as rope and fabric, she had rigged the para shoot with wire explosives. As the bell for time rang, she bowed low to the game makers and ran in adrenaline out of the training center. that was.... Insane! she thought to herself as she reached her room.

It would probably be best to do this before the arena is posted. Also it does score 1-12 but 12 is so rare and unlikely I just put 1-11 :) but yes it is possible.

((OK thanks I was just wondering.))

Name:Mirima Verya
District:10
RP:
Mirima was just announced into the evaluation room but the Gamemakers couldn't see her. She was waiting for the moment to make her enterance. She got her smoke bomb ready to throw at her feet. She had prepared two of them last night just for today. They were harmless (although they did smell bad when they were used) and she had used them on the children back home to make her think that she could appear out of thin air. Sensing that the time had come, Mirima threw one of the bombs at her her feet, multicolored smoke surrounding her. When it settled she could see astonished faces on all of the Gamemakers, "Mirima Verya, District 10!" she called.
With that she sprinted towards the Obstacle Course, running through it without a mistake and keeping an even breath. At the end of the course she easily sprinted towards the knives and grabbed two, one for each hand. She then used them in close range fighting on the dumies nearby, hitting all of them at least twice. Then she grabbed a bow and arrow. She shot 13 arrows in lightning speed, each arrow hitting the bullseye and each bullseye being farther back then the one before. Seeing that her time had come to an end she turned back to the Gamemakers and with a smile at them threw her second smoke bomb at her feet, engulfing her once again. While they were distracted with the smoke she sneeked out of the room unseen.

Sharyl I'm sorry to tell you but I'm pretty sure there's a force field protecting the game makers from tributes attacking them.

Dang it, do you want me to fix it?

Well I'm not this arenas moderator so you would have to ask Emily.

((Yes, please try to refrain from attacking the gamemakers as all attacks will bounce off the force field directly at you. Also I don't think the game makers and sponsors would think kindly of it ;) ))

Name: Zander Youngblood

District: 10

RP:

Zander strolled in, looking a bit tense. He saw their unfriendly stares and felt a bit more uncomfortable. He smiled brightly at the judges and said, "I'm Zander, from District 10!" He did a little salute, and fixed his uniform.

He ran over to the throwing knives and began to throw them at the targets. He began to throw them at moving targets, hitting the bullseye each time. He smiled at each of his impressive shots. His form was immecable, his arms steady and strong. He even threw a few backwards, still hitting the bulls eye. He went over to the spears and grabbed some, and threw each one at the same target, his shots ranging from the head to the midsection. Each of his spear shots were graceful, yet powerful and precise. He threw a few more spears at dummies and hit them each time. He saw that there was little time left, so he went over to some weights and began lifting them. He juggled them a little bit, too, his strong, muscular arms showing through his uniform. He sighed, took a hundred pound weight, and struggled to lift it, but when he did, he smiled confidently and turned around so they could observe his form from all angles. He did this for a little longer, but when time was up, he set down the weight, took a big bow, and strolled out of the room.

Name: Amill Jurrims
District: 11
RP

Amill sat in the waiting area, looking very relaxed to any passerby. However, he felt like he was dying inside. How was he supposed to impress the Gamemakers? He wasn't particularly good at anything except thievery, and he had some suspicion that those Capitol people would not be amused by his boyish shenanigans. His name flashed upon a screen. He stood up, brushed his pants off, and hoped for the best.

He walked in and flashed an adorable smile. He recited his name and district loudly and watched as the timer started. He started to walk around with some swagger to his step, looking as if he were bored at all the weapons. In truth, he just didn't know what to do. He saw the slingshot table. Hmm, the mischief-maker thought. The cogs were turning.

Amill picked up a slingshot and fiddled around with it, shooting some of the pellets at the targets. He changed the pellets to darts and fires three a a time. The first attempt was pathetic, but the second was dead-one. He smiled. He switched back to pellets and stood on the ground and stared up at the Gamemakers, who were all eating and drinking. Without thinking, he fired eight pellets at the forcefield, knowing full well that they would come back to him. He liked the sizzling sound that they made upon inpact. He dropped his slingshot and caught each pellet in his hands, except for the last one, which he caught with his teeth. He spat it out and waved goodbye just as the timer beeped.

It probably nailed him a negative score, but who cared?

Name: Stark Greyson
District: 5
RP:

Stark waited silently for him to be called. He knew once he walked through the steel doors his every move would be calculated and judged. Every eye would be on him. That was fine though, as he said before he likes attention.

When Stark's number was called and the doors opened he walked in silently. Approaching the center of the room he stood in front of the judges. He knew now of all times wasn't the time to joke around. Sapphire would be looking at his score. He was on the career team. He needed sponsors so he needed to show people what he could really do.

He had to get mad. Closing his eyes he thought of the fastest way he could get mad. If someone he loved died. He thought of his youngest sister. Her face blanketed with tears and her eyes open with shock as someone, a gamemaker, drove a knife into her stomach.

Anger welled up in him as he opened his eyes and not looking at the gamemakers who were now his enemies he grabbed a black sword with a gold hilt. When he was angry it was as if he was on a adrenaline rush, he got more power than if he was fighting normally. Going to a dummy he slashed it's head right off before plunging his sword in another ones back and twisting it. Dropping the sword and grabbing six knives he threw the at the gamekeepers with a plan. As they hit the force field and bounced back he made a show of dodging all of them and even catching one that slid right past his head.

Slowly his brain started to catch up with his body. His mind tried to soothe him that his sister was still alive and nothing bad had happened. His body started to respond. Stark looked around, he could do one more thing before running out of anger and time. Grabbing two wooden spears and a rope he broke the spears in half on his knee. Tying the spears together he threw it as a target as it twirled in the air like a disc. Landing just left of the bullseye one of the arrows pierced into the soft cotton of the target.

He didn't need the voice above him to tell him time was up, his body had already returned to normal. Not looking at the gamemakers he walked out. Even though he knew they hadn't, he still felt like they had murdered his sister, and he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of breaking his character for them. Not that it was a character anyway.

Name: Claire Elliot
District:12
RP:
Claire sat in the waiting room watching the rest of the tributes slowly drain out. We her name was called, she gave a nervous look at Zephure and walked in to the room. She tried to take deep breaths but it didn't work much.

"Claire Elliot, district 12" She called up to the gamemakers

The only thing she really learned how to do was throw knives. Zephure and Ariya taught her. She wasn't perfect, but decent enough to maybe hit somebody in the arena. She picked up a throwing knife and took a deep breath. The throw it quickly at the target, hitting just outside the middle circle. That was the best she had done.

She tried to conceal her happiness while walking over to the climbing station. She stood at the trunk of the artificial tree, staring up at it. She heard a few snickers from the game makers, she smiled at them over her shoulder, trying to look confident.

"1, 2, 3" Claire whispered

She scampered up the the tree whithin seconds. She looked at the gamemakers for a quick second, then climbed back down almost as quick as she had gone up.

"Thank you" She said, trying to look confident while walking out.

Name: Cullen Xavier Smith
District: 2
RP:
Cullen strode confidently into the room. Once he reached the center of the gym, he said "Cullen, district two," without a smile. He sharply turnd on his heel and marched quickly over to spears, which was at the far corner of the gym. He picked up a particularly big and without hesitation, he threw it into a moving target dummy on the other side of the room, 150 feet away. He hit the dummy in the center of its head, and with the force of his throw, the spear flew into the wall behind the dummy, with the dummys head on the center of the spear. Still no smile. With 13 minutes remaining, he sprinted gracefully over to swords. He picked up a broad sword and began sword fighting with imaginery enemies. He danced his way over to bows and arrows. He flung his sword into a dummy 80 feet away, getting it into iuts stomach and also through its back. Still no smile. 10 minutes remaining. He took a bow and shot 20 arrows at lightning speed, hitting each moving target in the direct bullseye. It only took him 30 seconds. time for the finale. He thought to himself. He sprinted to Knives, reaching it with 9 minutes remaining. He set to work quickly. He wove 70 daggers together and with 1 minute remaining, he picked up a dagger sword by one hilt. The dagger-Sword with in a spruce tree shape, very wide at the bottum and only one at the top. With the hilt he was holding, he pointed it at a dummy 600 feet away, pressed a button on the hilt he was holding, and the dagger at the top of the sword flew into the dummy. Still no smile. Then Cullen held down the button, and daggers began flying out of the sword. He walked slowly in a circle, trashing the whole gym with his 70 daggers until there was only the one with the button. Amazingly, Cullen still had no smile on his face. With 10 seconds remaining, cullen whiped the dagger into th ground, where it cracked the floor. Thats how strong his throw is. When the time ran out, Cullen bowed slightly to the game makers and strode confidently out of the gym. Once he was alone in his room, he laughed.

Name: Ariya Bodler
District: 4
RP: After Ariya's name was called, she smiled at Zephure and Claire, and then strode into the room. Strangely, she wasn't nervous. She immediately went to the climbing station. Some gamemakers watched. She climbed to the very top as fast as she could, puling herself up hand-over-hand. Without stopping, she started down again. She wasn't really climbing on the way down, more like falling and slowing down by grabbing at branches. She landed on her feet, but stumbled. After picking herself up, she was confident that she had at least gotten some attention with that speed. She then walked to the tridents. Spears were easier because they were lighte, but she wanted to show them that she was strong. She threw one, happy about how far it went. It hit close to the bullseye, but her second actually hit it.
Spears were next. She held the one in her right hand, threw it, and launched two more immediately after. It made arm muscels ache, but she bowed and walked out.

Name: Faith Owens
District: 2
RP:
Faith sighed before she entered the room. When she walked in she did nothing but go stand in the middle and call out her name, "Faith Owens, District 2."
She then went to the knife throwing and in lighting speed threw all of the knives except one at the targets farthest away and the ones moving the fastest. Each knife hit the target in the bullseye. She then took the remaining knife and went and grabbed a short sword. Holding one in each hand she attacked all the dummies she could seeming without effort and didn't stumble at all. Then, getting an idea, she threw her knife and short sword at another two dummies, hitting them in the forehead, and grabbed a slingshot. Climbing to the tallest part of the trees to the side of the room she got ready and took aim at the cups that were in a line at the cooking section. Then, in rapid fire, she shot all of them, none staying unbroken. Then she dropped to the ground, landing lightly. She threw a look of disgust at the Gamemakers before she left the room.

Name: Dakota Deuker
District: 7
RP: Focus. Keep your head. Be confident. Don't forget the plan. Stop worrying. Dakota sat, head in his hands, wondering why he was so nervous. The worst case scenario was that he got a low score. But if that happens, he thought, I'm doomed. He hadn't made any, so the sponsers would have to be his allies. He was going over what he would show them, when- DAKOTA DEUKER. His name flashed across a screen.
Walking stiffly to the center of the evaluation room, he looked up at the gamemakers behind the force field. Some were watching him. He began to say his name, but had to clear his throat because he hadn't talked in a while.
"Dakota Deuker. District seven."
He stood looking at them for a moment longer, and then walked to the heavy lifting station. He went to the throwing weights instead of the lifting ones. First he threw his normal weight, getting it pretty far. He chose one twenty pounds heavier, feeling the difference in the strain of his muscels. He threw the same one twice more, then decided to stop because his arms ached. ((I'm gonna add an axe station))
The axes here were sharp and gleaming. Dakota picked one up slowly, as if in awe, trailing his fingertips across the head. He suddenly threw it, loving how familiar it felt in his hand. The thunk imade going into the target was like music to him. He threw three more, not to impress them, but because he wanted to.
The last thing he wanted to show them was how fast he was. He was too big to be any good at climbing, so he went to the obstacle course. Walking out of the room after one run through it, he had a great feeling of satasfaction with his performance.

Name: Petra Gessel
District: 6
RP

Petra was wringing her hands in the waiting area. She was next for the private training session, and she had no idea what she would do. She didn't know how to use a weapon, not even one such as a dagger. Really, the only thing she could do was throw a couple ingredients together and make a healing draft. And she only knew a few of those recipes that would actually help people. She would always mess up and end up creating things that would actually make people's condition worse.

Wait. A draft that could hurt people. Poison.

Petra walked in a tiny bit more confident than she had been a moment before. She smiled and squeaked her name out. "Petra Gessel, District Six! I will be making some medicines today!" She scurried over to the log, sturdy medical table that was laden with helpful roots and herbs. Petra started to pull together various ingredients and mix them together. She ground them all up with a stone and poured water on them. They turned to a rubbery cream.

"This can help soothe an infection. However, if I added a tiny bit of acid, which can be found any fruit product, this could significantly… damage an opponent. Kill them, if their wound is very terrible." She squeezed an orange onto the mixture. The entire thing began to make crackling noises. A hole burned almost through the table.

Petra cleaned up. "Thank you for your time."

Name: Eponine Schuld
District: 11
RP:

Eponine waited patiently and silently for her name. It's not like she had much else to do. There was nothing to steal here. Either they would just give it to them or the risk for the item ran too great. It's not like she'd be returning home to sell them anyway.

As she hard her name she slowly got up and walked into the room. As she faced the gamemakers her brain spun. What could she do? She doubted stealing the feast that lay spread out for them would impress them very much.
Walking over to the plant identification she spent two minutes identifying nearly every plant. She at least knew her surroundings from a life of thievery.

She had no clue what to do after that though. Glancing around she walked to the daggers. Grabbing one unsteadily she chucked aiming for a target. Instead though the dagger barreled upward and hit the barrier flying back at her. She dove to the ground missing it by what must have been luck. She was never very stealthy. The scars on her back proved that.

Grabbing one more she decided it would be best not to chuck this one. Instead she ran up to the dummy and sliced the dagger across it's throat. Then turning to another dummy she jumped onto it's back. The dummy couldn't support her and they started falling down. She plunged the dagger into it's back before rolling off the dummy and landing in a crouching position on the floor. After she got up she looked at the judges. "Thank you for your time...Oh and I'm Eponine from District 11 by the way!" Then she walked out.

Name: Roy Miller
District: 6
Rp:
Roy walked into the evlautation room frightened and scared. He knew this would decide what the tributes thought about him and how much of a threat he is. He walked up to the arnseal of weapons on the table. He spoke to himself " swords bows arrows daggers camoflauge andthrowing knives." His hand slowly was reaching towards the dagger when he had a flashback. He was doing some target pratice with throwing knives. He grabbed 6 knifes and was joking around he throw all 6 at once at him each dummy in the middle of the bright red target painted on the dummys chest. He threw all 6 and somehow he still questions to this day how all 6 hit right in the center of the targets. His friends stood there in awe whlie he was frozen him self in amazment. So instead of reach for the bow and arrows he suddenly grasped the throwing knives and waited for the gamemakers to look. He tied a blind fold to his eyes and threw his first dagger at the force field. It bounced right off and hit the dummy right in the head. "Bullseye!! Yes!!!!!" Roy thought to himself. then he took the next 3 knives and threw them all at once. they all went into one of the many dummies mushy heads.His next act to impress the gamemakers he did the most dangerous thing you could think of he ran up and put both of his feet on the forcefield. He bounced of as planned and threw the remaining 12 daggers, and they all hit each dummy in the head. For his Final act he set 18 throwing knives on fire with the fire he created and threw them all at the force field. Then he jumped up and grabbed each dagger and threw them all at the targets wach one hit and burned each dummy to the ground. He Finally took of his blindfold and bow. He said "thank you for your time and by the way im roy from district 6 and have a nice day!" Then he slowly walked out of the room and thought to himself i think i did pretty good for being blind folded.

Training Scores

Sapphire D1-10
Marima D10-8
Adara D9-7
Zander D10-9
Amill D11-7
Cecilia D8-5
Stark D5-9
Claire D12-4
Cullen D2-11
Ariya D4-8
Faith D2-9
Dakota D7-7
Petra D6-3
Eponine D11-6
Roy D6-5

Amill got a seven?! Perfect! And Petra… has a great personality

Lol I love you Melanie xD

Cullen got an 11... o-o Sapphire got a 10, like i wanted ^.^ Yay! Thanks Em ^.^

haha no problem!

I dont know how to say that ^^ without sounding like im boasting.... UG sorreh xD

lol well your RP was very descriptive and you characters were(obviously) very trained and resourceful. It was well earned!

Thanks :) I love writing. Its almost as good as reading xD

Woo! 3rd place! :)

good job :D

Thank you very much, Emily. I didn't think Zander would score that high. :D