Hunger Games RP discussion

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So we can just start rp?

Yes, you may start roleplaying, including with minor characters, which don't need a template to be filled out for them.

Ember thought it was just a normal day. Going to school helping my siblings ad repeating the cycle but no. Today needs to be the day where 1 man and 1 female go and fight for the Hunger Games.

Ember goes and visit her small little house near the school. Before she could even touch the door nob Summer bolts out with Eleanor on her tail.

"Wow there Sum and Ele. Why are you in the rush?" Ember ask looking at the curiously.

"Our brothers went to the reaping ceremony we want to see it!!"

No, no, no, no! I bolt and ran to the stage and I saw Cal and the rest with the boys. No, no, no, no!!! I thought we were safe not participating! I guess it is time for me to finally join the cursed ceremony.

The man went and draw the girl out, my body went rigid after I heard the name. My name.
"Ember Barlowe." No, no, no! I heard a cry from Cal and my other brothers. The brothers that try their best to keep me away from the reaping. I stepped up with my head held high. The man went to the the boys bowl and pulled out.

Jack heard his name and froze, his siblings shouting at his back. He stepped forwards silently, knowing what he would have to do. He stepped up onto the platform, wondering if this was a dream, or more likely, a nightmare. The taller, older people moved out of his way a bit to let him though, and he realized that this was him, he was going up these wretched stairs, but he would not cry, though his siblings were all screaming, including the wailing of his sister, Jacinda, just a year younger than him, she was probably the only one who knew exactly what was going on, and the only one that would remember him once he died. He silently watched the girl that was his counterpart. He didn't recognize her exactly, but he knew her name, possibly because of the other group of shouting children, who he presumed were her siblings.

"Could you tell us your name?" Asked the man who had cheerfully drawn for a person's death just moments before.

"I-I'm Jack." He stuttered out, his sister's screams still ringing in his ears. "Jack Cotton." He said clearly, trying to be confident.

"And you?" The man asked the girl, equally cheery.

" I am Ember Barlowe." She said in such confidence that made the crowd cheer. But deep down she was broken at the sight of her brothers and sisters.

Jack and Ember went to say goodbye to our family. Ember didn't want to see them. She didn't what to cry in front of everybody. She watched Jack and his family.

{Hey what time zone are you? I am CST, let try set a time so we can be constant on this chat!}

We both headed to the train to meet our mentor.

((CST! I'm usually open for a while after school on weekdays, and sporadically throughout, my life is very busy and random, so any interruptions I apologize for now, sorry :P ))

Jack sighed, leaning forward, trying to ignore the terrible way to die he knew that were trying to freak him out in the back of his brain.
"Um, so, Ember, right? H-How old are you?" Jack asked, trying to make conversation, but feeling kind of sick.

" I am 16." She said in such a hush whispered. "What about you?" She looked at Jack with such curiosity. But before he could answer our mentor came into our cart.
" Hello Jack and Ember. I am Zack and I am your mentor. Now what weapons are you good at?" He looked at Ember firtst.
" I am good with guns and daggers." Then Zack looked at Jack. "And you?"

{Also yay!! Do you want to try to be actie at night like say 8:00 or 7:00?}

((I can be on at 8:00 am, but not pm, strict rules and such. Are you around at 3:00 pm?))

"Um, none? Uh, oh, I can use tasers and modify electronics, not that I would have ever dreamed I would be chosen, but you know, I'm an engineer and... yeah." Jack responded, stumbling over his words and totally gesturing with his hands way too much. He frowned unhappily. If anything was up to him, he'd be back at home by now, and begin teaching his siblings to read. He nervously tapped his watch.

"Well mhmm, Ember can you teach him how to use guns they are easeir than daggers." Zack the asked. "We need an appearance one that will make D3 tributes united. Any thoughts?"

(No well I will be active at 4:00pm does that work)

((Sure...? My family's super random, but probably? Depends on the day))

"Uh, I guess so?" Jack responded, tapping his watch faster. "Lightning, electronics, darkness, skeletons? I don't know." He said, tilting his head, not sure of his brain process.

((Speaking of which, gtg, I'll be back later))

"We need to be strong we can't be weak." Ember says. Looking over at Jack but then looked at Zack. "Mhmm we need to tug on the heart strings to get money to help you guys in the Games."

"Uh, um, okay? Well, um, so, hm, what are we talking about?" Jack asked, truly not understanding what was going on.

"We need a sad story. Say that one of your family sibling are dying and you were torn away from them on their deathbed." Zack says with a smirk.
"No." Ember says. "Anything but that."

"Well, um... one of them kind of is?" Jack says, trying to talk with his hands again, "My sister, Olivia, has pneumonia." He says, staring into space.

"I am sorry." Ember says putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Perfect!" Zack says. Ember looked at him. "Do you have no heart!" Ember barked. "Well being nice and kind will never get you past at the cornucopia."

"I- I don't know..." Jack says, dropping his head into his hands, trying to clear his head. "I guess it's just very not likely that I would win, is there much point in trying to keep me alive?" Jack said, his honesty coming out bluntly.

"No we both will make it past the cornucopia. We must both come out strong against the poorer district." Ember says kneeling down to be eye level with Jack. Zack left the room. So it was just both of them. "Truce, we both won't kill each other until we are the final 5." Ember says looking at him.

"I probably won't kill anybody? And I don't think I'll make it that long." Jack says truthfully, making eye contact with Ember, "I won't kill you no matter what. I saw your siblings out there, I can't take an older sibling from younger ones, even if it means mine have to grow up faster." He tells her seriously.

Paige sat down by a stream of water, cleaning the dirt off her hands with a small sigh. She was sitting on a small fallen log, mushrooms growing all over the dead piece of wood. She hummed to herself gently, gazing down as the crystal water turned brown from the mud and dirt.

The stage of the reaping ceremony was just above the crowd's heads, raised, as though superior to the citizens of the District. The crowds stretched nearly as far as the eye can see, all scared, and worrying with far and few between hopeful people. There's a man on the stage, smiling broader than anyone thought was possible, but it's a sickly sight in this place of despair. The Peacemakers stand rigid, ready to walk out into the crowds and 'make peace'. There is an uneasy silence of anticipation over the mobs of children, who are sorted into groups according to age, all wondering the same thing. The man takes a step towards the crowd, "Welcome to the Reaping!" He says, "First let's draw the female name!" He says, reaching into the large bowl, "Paige Kincey!" He says, "And now the male tribute!" He plucks a name from the bowl, "Eman Tsaleman! Welcome to the Hunger Games!"

Paige smirked, twirling her dagger in her hands. This was going to be a piece of cake as far as she was concerned.