Let The Hunger Games Begin! discussion

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

((who posts first?))

((okay I'll do it))

So that was her name. Lattice. "Well, funny meeting you here!!! I still have some things to say to you. Lattice. I never knew your name and now I have that knowledge. I would like to say thank you for being here. Jonathan, you have these worst luck of anyone I've ever met. I'm sorry if that offended you, but it's true." Pheber said to the two tributes in front of him. He held a glass of champagne to his lips. He breathed a sigh of relief once he took a good long sip. This was the only time he got to drink. He had swore to it and was sober for each year and then got to have a couple glasses of the stuff in the train ride to the capital.

Well, darn. She'd forgotten about the whole name thing... Lattice, lacking a comeback, rolled her eyes.

"Could one of you two please explain what's going on? Preferably not Pheber?"

"So you have learned something about life, at least," Lattice sighed.
She'd taught him not to like Pheber.

Progress.

Mackenzie wrote: "((Lattice cracks me up! XD))"

((Lattice is so fun to role-play... She cracks me up, too. XD))

"Well why not me? I always find myself explaining things very well!!! Lattice, I can save your damn life out there, so I would be a bit nicer to me." he spat at the girl.

((dudes your here so rp!!!))

"You might be nicer to yourself, but, honestly, Pheber, I think you may be the slightest bit biased, don't you think?" Lattice countered lazily, "And if you're so good at explanations, go ahead. I won't 'steal your spotlight.'"

Well, this explanation was bound to only confuse him more... He sighed, still completely and entirely insure as to why he was on a train, except for Lattice telling him he was going to die...

((Actually, Claire, I was at school. I just got home 5 minutes ago.))

"Well, okay then. Jonathan, you were reaped for a thing called The Hunger Games. They take two kids from each district, a male and a female, and put them in an arena to fight for the death. The last person alive is the victor. I did that. The capital hosts the event each year. Every 25 years, we have a quarter quell. That means something speacial happens to the formatting or the rules or the games. The first quarter quell, people had to vote who went in. The second, double tributes, so 48 instead of 24. The third was that the Victor's went in. Luckily, I wasn't one of those Victor's. I hope that cleared things up for you" he said, with another sip of champagne.

"You should've started off smaller," Lattice told him, "Like, maybe the fact that there are twelve districts, that there's such thing as 'The Capitol,' and that he isn't the king?"

"Well I thought he new about that!!!!! Sorry, you can do it then!!!!" he said, taking another drink of champagne.

"I know I'm not the king," he muttered. "Panem isn't a monarchy... But why would they send kids in to die? And why... Why?"

"Because they can," Lattice said, "They like their power. Oh, well, the formal reason is to prevent rebellion. Seems backwards? Yes."

"Oh so you do know about the district's?"

"But the kids wouldn't be the ones starting the rebellion... And yes, I know about the districts. What do you think I am, an idiot?"

"That's actually exactly what I what I think you are," Lattice shrugged.

"I think you are oblivious to the world, not an idiot." Pheber replied

"An idiot? I'm not an idiot! Do either of you know how to fix a *insert complex computer term that I don't feel like looking up*?"

"Yeah, actually," Lattice shrugged, "You just *insert complex answer that I can't exactly look up without Meli's thing*."

"Actually I do, it's not that hard."

"And *insert* and *insert*? I've been classified as a child genius."

"okay, I'm also a genius. Got a problem with that?"

"Pheber, shut your face. I think you've proven pretty thoroughly that you aren't a genius."

He looked around at the pair of them.

"Okay, I won't help you in the arena. You'll be starving or dehydrated, and i wont send you some food or water. If you chose to be nicer to me, i might save your stupid life. Your life is in my hands. If you were smarter, you would've figured that out a while ago. Now you shut your own face and go eat some dinner. Same to you, Jonathan." he spat, getting up to leave.

Lattice shrugged innocently. "Wouldn't have bothered you if it weren't true," she pointed out, walking over to sit down at the table.

"Why do you have control over whether we live or die?"

"I'm not answering that question. Sunshine the genius over here could tell you, though." he said, sarcastically.

"Because he wants to feel special," Lattice sighed.

"NOT TRUE!!!" he yelled from the hallway near his room.

"But that still doesn't explain it..."

((Whoops... Guess the order is moot... Um, I guess y'all can ignore my comment?))

((no sorry just had to comment. You're fine))

"Forget all logic, here, Jon. Its irrelevant," Lattice said lazily, picking up a croissant from a nearby table and taking a bite.

"Logic is always relevant. It's always right."

Pheber sat down on his bed and ate a bisqete. ((sorry if i spelled it wrong this computer doesn't have spell check)) He ordered soe jelly and an Avox brought it to him. "Thank you" he replied.

Lattice shrugged at Jon. "Think what you want, now, but answer me this, then. If everything's so logical, why are they going to kill you?"

((ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh she just showeddd him!!!:0 ))

"I'm not sure. Which is why this situation is currently making no logical sense, and in trying to ascertain what is going on."

"Sorry," Lattice told him, "But you're going to be 'trying to ascertain what's going on' for the rest of your life. Which, by my count, will end in a week or so."

((lol I love them together!!!!! :) ))

((Yeah, Lattice and her ego are pretty dang cute together... Oh, wait. You meant Jon. Eh, I guess he's okay, too.))

"I still don't understand that. Why am I going to die?"

Lattice pulled an apple from a nearby table, tossing into the air once before taking a bite. "Because you're an idiot," she shrugged, "And you're trying to base things on logic."

"So I'm a idiot for believing in logic? I believe you're confused..."

"I believe you're confused, actually," Lattice replied, "Where in that sentence did I tell you that you were an idiot because you believe in logic? No, no, no. I used 'and' to connect my thoughts, not 'because' or 'for.' Prove you're not entirely useless and get it right, next time."

"But why am I going to die because I use logic? Everything that happens is logical, so why should I not use it?"