Hunger Games Role Play and Fan Group discussion

((perfect.))

Alexander and Jaryn ended up here together, stopping short and breathing hard. Jaryn had no idea there was a girl following them at all, but Alexander did. As Jaryn groaned in fear and collapsed, Alexander turned and looked around.
“Someone’s following us.”

Leelah strutted out of the bushes. "Hello. I mean you no harm and all that s***. I'm Leelah. And you are?"

Alexander laughed and removed two knives from the bag as Jaryn staggered to his feet and grabbed his trident.
"I don't think so," he stated.

Leelah raised her eyebrows at them. "I don't think you want to do that."

((is Leelah a cheapo?))

"I think we do," Alexander stated. "You're trying to kill us, plus...you have no weapons and we have countless ones."

(Yes.)
She widened her eyes. "Who said I was trying to kill you? I was merely trying to ally!"

((kk. Alexander is too))

"Oh, wait!" Jaryn called. He placed a hand on Alexander's arm. "Wait. I misheard her. Yes, I'd like another ally." He dropped his trident, and Alexander frowned.
"Okay, fine. But if she tries to kill us..."
"She's unarmed."
Alexander just grunted and placed the knives away.

(Oh, okay!)
"Yes, finally you see reason!" She clapped her hands condescendingly, before sticking one out for a handshake. "Leelah Nyork, District 5. Nice to meet'cha." (Why am I imagining Harley Quin lmao.)

((yup!))

Alex scowled when she clapped, and Jaryn just sighed. "Sorry about that. Really. I'm Jaryn Cartsworth, District 4. Nice to meet you too. This is Alexander, District 8, I think,"
He nodded. "So how do we know you won't kill us?"
((oh my gosh haha))

She shrugged. "I'm unarmed, have been peaceful as of yet, and you two could easily overpower me."

Beck runs here. "Jaryn! Who are they?"

Jaryn turned and saw his district mate. "Beck!" He called. "This is Alexander, he saved my life. And this..." He nodded at the girl, "is Leelah. She's unarmed. Here, why don't you join us? We can have strength in numbers, then there will be four of us," he suggested.

Leelah wrinkled her nose at the new arrival. "What kind of name is Beck?"

"Yeah, why not!" Beck replied. Beck glared at Leelah.

Jaryn sighed. "Leelah, calm down. She's an ally, okay?"
Alexander snorted again. "And I trust Beck already more than you. And we can say the same, I've never heard of a Leelah before either."
"Guys!" Jaryn snapped. "Come one, stop fighting. If we want to survive we need to work together. Three of us have backpacks."

Beck nodded. "I've got a knife, some matches and some soup!"

Leelah sighed. "Fine. I've got my personality."

"Good. And I have a trident, some chips, some ice, and a blanket."
Alexander added, "I have some knives, small bag of peanuts, more ice, and an empty water bottle. And your personality needs help," he added to Leelah, but Jaryn glared at him.

"Fine. My wit, then. Put the ice in the water bottle," she commanded snottily.

Beck glared, "I don't like her." she whispered to Jaryn.

Jaryn sided up next to Beck. "Me neither," he whispered back.
Alexander glared. "Fine," he snapped, and did it, and Jaryn handed his ice over, too.

"There, now once it melts we'll have water." She rubbed her hands. "So we have food, weapons, water, a blanket, and some matches. As well as a four person alliance. Goodie-goodie."

"Yeah, an alliance as long as you don't upset us. Because I don't think any of us like you," Alex told her.

Leelah rolled her eyes. "You're so petty. Do you think any of us WANT to be here?" (*is wishing a brick would fall from the sky and smash her brain*)

Beck glared "Nope, we don't." And with a quick slice with her knife, Leelah lay dead and the cannon went off.

(Thank goodness XD)

((oh man I didn't see that coming))

Jaryn started at Beck in horror and then turned around. "No! no, no, no that's not what I meant by we don't like her!" He yelled. He couldn't look at the blood. It was making him sick.

Beck shrugged. "It was an accident. My knife just sorta popped out and stabbed her!"

((maybe))

Elizabeth L. {Attend Me, Mortal} wrote: "Beck shrugged. "It was an accident. My knife just sorta popped out and stabbed her!""

"Oh, an accident, huh?" Jaryn gasped, breathing hard. "That was completely not an accident and--and--"
"Dude, how come no one volunteered to take your place?" Alexander asked. "You can't handle any of this."
"I shouldn't have to," he gasped.

Beck laughed.

"Oh, come on," Jaryn told her. "You're just being mean now. So what is our next play?"
Alexander shrugged. "Just stay away from anyone else, I guess."

"No, we kill other people off." Beck said.

Jaryn grimaced. He didn't like this at all; Beck was much too go-go-go for his liking. He didn't want to kill anyone off unless he had to. "Or we stay hidden unless we absolutely have to," he countered.

"If you want to win, you have to pluck off at least the minor people to get to the big people. Plus, it might make the audience like us so the gamemakers don't pluck Us off."

((hello?))

((Sorry!!))

Jaryn sighed. “I know but it’s all just so wrong.”

Beck rolled her eyes. "Do you wanna stay alive? Or not?"

“I do. But you do the killing.”
“I’ll help keep us alive,” Alexander muttered.

Beck sighed. "Fine, I'm cool with that. But if you die cuz you were merciful, then I won't be sorry because it's your fault."

He frowned. “It’s that and it’s also that I cannot stand blood.”

"Huh, sucks to be you." Beck says.

He rolled his eyes. "Actually, I'd rather be me. Everyone else here is too violent and at least if I die, I'll die knowing I'm not a vicious bloodthirsty monster."

FACES LIGHT UP THE SKY:

D1:
Astrid Madden
Trevor Brown

D5:
Leelha Nyork
Ren Rider

D7:
Ester Grey

D8:
Gracie Holaw

D9:
Gibson Charge

D12:
Joshua Page

Hunter walked into the forest just as the sky was flooded with faces.

Alexander paused. "Can you two stop bickering?" He asked as he looked up at the sky briefly and then back down. "I hear someone."

Hunter heard someone talking. "I mean you no harm!" He yelled as he walked into the clearing the trio was standing in.

Jaryn yelped and hid behind Alexander, who clutched Chandler's old knives close. "Prove it."

"What do you mean, prove it? Prove it how?"