Let The Hunger Games Begin! discussion

Bring in your tributes to meet their mentors for the (possibly first) time!

"Welcome to the train, tributes!" Dorothea beamed at the pair of them. "Don't you worried, we'll be headed to the Capitol straightaway!"

Fifi entered the train behind Dorothea.

Selton knew he was talented as soon as he stepped onto the train. Who, other than him, could have managed to trip over the non-existent carpet and fall into the camera? He was the only one.

Dorothea sniffed at the boy. Honestly. He wouldn't last 2 minutes.

Fifi closed her eyes with a slight sigh. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

((Sorry I'm so slow. Working on a charrie for SOMEBODY... (MELI) ))

Selton accepted her hand and pulled himself up, sticking out his tongue at Fifi. Just because he could.

((Eheheheheheh))

She looked rather affronted. Did this boy have no manners? Honestly.

((I'm feeling pretty dang proud of her, at the moment. I have some of her profile done. It's not much I guess, but... (view spoiler)[


DANCE

Full Name: Wisteria Jean Osborne
Nickname: Jean

Age: Sixteen
Birthday: September 21st
Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Blood type: B+

Appearance:

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Hair Color: Dark blonde
Hair Style: Long, naturally straight, usually worn up in a tight bun
Eye Color: Light, icy blue
Skin tone: Pale
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 102 lbs
Build: Extremely thin with lean muscles

Personality:

Jean is a very hardworking, independent girl. She always strives to be the best that she can be, and, as a perfectionist, she never settles for less than perfect. Jean is always polite to everybody she meets, unless they give her a reason not to be. And even if she does get into an argument, she never raises her voice. She just stays calm and speaks from her point of view; she is good at controlling her temper.

Jean is also extremely organized and precise about almost everything she does. From her schedule, to the sheets on her bed, to the twist of her hair when she pulls it back into a bun, everything has to look orderly and neat. Jean accepts that other people aren't the same way, but, even so, if she ever sees somebody make a mess or throw something onto the ground, she silently picks it up to throw away, just to keep things clean.

Jean tends to keep to herself, mainly because she spends so much of her time concentrated on her dancing, not because she's particularly shy. In fact, Jean really likes to meet new faces, especially younger children. She feels like she can inspire them to follow their own dreams, just like she did.

History:

Jean's parents, Samuel and Victoria, were dreamers. They got married very young and had their first child, Jean's brother, Isaac, in their early twenties. Even with one child, the family wasn't financially stable. But they wanted another baby, and four years later, Jean was born. By the time she was three years old, her parents were struggling to support both children. They sent Jean to live with her aunt, Victoria's sister, whose salary was steady and enough to support her.

So Jean grew up with her aunt in a city three hours away from the rest of her family, always craving the few visits she received from her mother. Every two months, Jean's mother would pick her up and take her to see a ballet performance. By her sixth birthday, Jean knew she wanted to be a ballerina, just like her mom. She told her aunt, who enrolled her at a nearby studio, certain it would only last a few months.

Boy, was she wrong. By the age of ten, Jean was dancing with the most advanced studio in the area, and, by twelve, was receiving private instruction from the most prestigious instructor there. She asked her aunt whether she could take her school courses online after middle school in order to clear up more time for training, but the idea was quickly stamped down upon by her father, who, as a teacher, firmly believed in the public school system. And Jean performed quite well in school, maintaining consistently high grades and doing her best, even if it did take away time that could have been spent dancing.

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Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Relationships:
❁ Her mother, Victoria Green-Osborne, age 41, former ballerina
❁ Her father, Samuel Osborne, age 43, science teacher
❁ Her brother, Isaac Osborne, age 20
❁ Her aunt, Isabelle Green, age 44, engineer
❁ Her ballet instructor, Alexandre Delacroix, age 57

Relationship Status: Single
Crush: Not yet


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Selton shrugged.

((Ooh, I love her! She's so much better than Lena... XD))

She sniffed. Well, if he wanted to be that way, then he could be that way. "You do realize that I will be instrumental to your survival?"

((Thanks. XD I felt like making a less tragic charrie, for a change...))

Selton raised an eyebrow. "Death, you mean. 'Cause I'm as good as dead if you're instrumental!"

"I'm the one who'll be getting you sponsors, the one who'll be helping you to plan your strategy. Without me... You'll just be dead quicker. I would not antagonize me, if I were you."

Mackenzie wrote: "((What is she for?))"

((A group Meli wanted me to join. She had to bribe me. https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/...
I think that's the link...))

((XD I gave her cookies. And Ice cream.))

"Well, you aren't me."
Selton, sensing he wasn't wanted anywhere, walked out of the train car to find his room.

((There. I posted her, Meli. Be happy.))

((XD))

She watched him go, then turned to Astrid.

She sighed slightly. Two more who're going to die...

He turned around and looked at her. "Yeah?"

"Why?" he asked, "I'm dead anyway. My family's going to die anyway. Why?"

"Yeah, I do," he sighed.

"Dad spent all of the money we had left on getting treatment for Nita, you know, because she's been sick. And they tried to help her. But they couldn't cure her. She's dying. And without you there to help... Even if you win, they won't be able to last that long..."
Selton turned away. Maybe she wouldn't see the tears in his eyes...

"No, don't be sorry. Never be sorry," he said, smiling a little, even though his cheeks were wet, "You've done so much for everyone."

He felt awful for making her feel bad.

"No, don't be sorry," he repeated shakily, "Never be sorry. Please."

"Thanks," he managed, voice quiet.

Selton shook his head. "You can. I, personally, can't stand the color of her hair. It makes me want to gag."

"About?"

((Of course she had a point! Fifi always has a point, young Padawan! XD))

((What point? Her foot-long finger nails or foot-high heels?))

He sighed. "Okay."

Selton followed reluctantly.

Fifi was sitting at a table in the lounge car, taking part in some (reluctant) conversation with Dorothea.

Selton stood behind her.

She looked up. "Hello, Astrid."

((Sorry! Fell asleep. And just woke up.))

Selton yawned, unconcerned.

"That depends."

"Yeah," Selton muttered, just so he could say something.

"On what your plan is."

Selton was already lost.

She sighed. "For the arena, you dimwits."

"Yup," Selton agreed, "That sounds good to me."

"Wonderful plan. I'll see you both in coffins at the end of the Games, then." She smiled at the pair of them. "With a plan like that, you hardly need me, now do you?"

Selton slowly made his way over to a chair. Astrid could handle this...

((Assumption time. ;) ))

((XD not this again... I always forget to assume...))

"Well, what do you want to do? It's your choice, not mine. Once you decide, I'll try and get you there."

"Slightly better. How will you get sponsors? What angle do you want to use?"

"Wha do you want me to portray you as? The tough girl? The scared girl? Pretty? Sexy?"

"Innocent. Poor little girl who just wants to go home? Doesn't know what she'll be able to do the arena?"

"Possibly." She looked her over. "I'll have to talk to your stylist. We might be able to pull this off. Possibly."

"What supplies will you need in the arena?"

"What weapons can you use?"

"Yes. It'd be good to know your strengths now, though."

((Yeah, that'll be fun for you! XD))