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This is where selected tributes are taken to fight.

Now there are rules involved with this.

YOU CAN ONLY USE YOUR CHARACTERS MAIN WEPEON (can't spell)
ONCE YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN KILLED YOU NEED TO DO THIS ________________________________________________________
SO EVERYONE KNOWS YOU ARE DEAD
NO SWEARING I KNOW THIS CAN GET A BIT HEATED AND I AM EXPECTING VIOLENCE JUST KEEP THE LANGUAGE TO A MINIMUM.
YOU CAN NOT HAVE ANY OUTSIDE HELP
IF YOU ARE A WILD CARD YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO DO THIS NOT BEEN ALOCATED.

ALSO I UNDERSTAND THAT ALL THE TRIBUTES MAY NOT BE ON AT THE SAME TIME IF YOU NEED TO LEAVE PLEASE PUT ZZZZZZZZZZZ'S TO LET THE OTHERS KNOW THAT YOU ARE OUT OF IT. BUT YOU ARE EXPECTED TO RETURN. IF YOU JOIN LATE JUST DO YOUR BEST NOT TO GET KILLED.

BUT ALL IN ALL ENJOY THIS:)


Normal role play rules are the same as with other places.

Tamikia walked in with her bow and arows shaking. She had to get used to training in a propped areana. But it gave her ther hebigebies.

((I thought this was only for the Hunger games?))

((Nope it is the arena for everyone to fight))

Alistair walked into the arena as he hadn't practiced his shooting accuracy in a while.

Tamikia stood at one end of the shooting range and loaded one arrow and released it. It went all the way to the other side of the arena landing in the outer most ring.

"A fine shot" he said standing behind her and smiling as he spoke with his usual english accent.

"Thankyou but it was terrible" she replied as she knocked another arrow."Are you any good?" she asked gesturing to his wepon.

((Which ones have been chosen?))

"You wish a show?" he asked pulling the firearm from its holster.

"Yes I do" she replied smiling at him and moved back to give him room.

"Well then try this on for size" he said sighting an acorn 20 yards away and with a single shot, blowing it to shrapnel.

"Wow that was great" she exclaimed "What type of gun is that?" she asked curiously

"44 magnum, or the peacemaker" he said loading another round from his belt. He then took another look at her and smiled.

((I am saying she looks like Mikasa since you have no picture XP))

((ok:D))

"Wow nice, I wish I could do that but I suck with a bow and arrow how could I use a fire arm?" she laughed.

((Yea have you seen AOT?))

"Well I have a side arm you could try" he said pulling a smaller 9 mil out of a hidden holster in his coat.

((No))

"Um ok" she replied hesitantly

((Oh well super awesome adopted sis of the main charrie who under it all is like the fittest girl in the city ;)


"Ok well here hold with both hands" he said coming behind her and placing the gun in her hand nicely as well guiding her arms to the right position with his hands.

((ok cool:D))

"Like this?" she asked and losely aimed the gun at the target.

((Yea like try victoria secret meets work ou girl))

"Straighten your arms and hold your wrist tight as well...." he said crouching and adjusting her stance which was off with his hands on her legs.

((Ah I get it now its all gOOD :D))

"Ah that makes sence" she exclaimed. "Like this?" she asked.

((Mkay just making sure :P))

"Yes Okay now try one round" he said standing behind her.

"Ok" she replied uncertianly and pressed her hand on the trigger and fired off one round.

It hit the branch near the target. "Good first try now use the sights" he said with a smile.

"umm ok" she said hesitantly and fired another round.

It hit near dead center and he clapped. "See you do have talent" he said with a cheery brit tone.

She smiled and tried not to laugh. "Well I guess I do" she replied happily. Here you try with my bow she said holding out her bow.

"I have done a little with a bow but only for some hunting" he said sliding his gun away and taking the bow.

"Ok" she said placing her hand on his arm and drawing the bow back.," Now hold the anchor at your mouth"

He smiled and did so easily aiming at the target she hit.

((Your post dear :)))

"Ok now release" she said

((Sorry for being so late!)) Fertina was among the forest with little supplies. She was going to die. She checked over what she had, knife, gum, wire, empty cannteen, and a sharpie.

((That was a one day thing:D))

((Now its normal replay))

((Oh!))

((Its ok it happens again tomorrow so you will be in charge of picking tributes from any genre of book and sending a message to all members informing them. I will be a bit busy tomorrow))

((Cool!))

((Thankyou!:D))

((You're welcome!!))

((Haha I am going to a friends tomorrow so I won't be on much but I want for it to happen every saturday or saturday in australia anyway:D))

((That's cool! In the USA it's on a Friday so that's fun! I'll totally do it!))

((Cool:D just remember to pick characters from all genres though cause we need to mix it up))

((Okay!))

((Yay!!:D))

"Simple enough" he said and did what she asked as he let the arrow fly.

TODAY IS THE DAY FOR THE REAPING IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN REAPED PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR STARTING POSITIONS IMIDIATELY

Noa drew in a deep, shaky breath as the metal plate began to rise trough the tube. The room below slowly closed up-he couldn't see it anymore. And suddenly he was overcome by terror, but there was no. Way. Out. Sunlight suddenly glared into his eyes and he turned away, trying to block the sun with his hand. He smelled familiar smells of fresh grass, the woody smell of trees-just Mother Nature.
His eyes adjusted and he instantly locked on the Cornucopia, filled with all kinds of weapons, backpacks, and other supplies like food, drink and necessities for survival. Surrounding the Cornucopia were the many other tributes, some dazed, some terrified, some ready to run for the supplies. Noa was one of the terrified ones.
Suddenly he thought of something. If he was going to die, shouldn't he say something to his family? They were bound to be watching.
Noa lifted his head to the sky, unsure if he was allowed to speak on his podium. He took his chances, and yelled, "My family and friends, if you are watching, just know I love you very much! If I die-which I probably will-just know I'll die fighting and with your memories locked in my mind! Please don't mourn me-it's been an amazing journey so far living with all of you! I love you, guys!" Then he stopped. Nothing happened. His speech had probably been blocked out, in case it sparked a little rebellion or defiance or something. He had no way of knowing if his family had heard him or not-he'd just have to believe they had.