Another Hunger Games Role Play Group discussion

Role Players, you can do the reaping's here.

"Get dressed, Rose." Her father, Oliver, boomed from downstairs. Rose rolled over in to a cold spot in her lumpy mattress,
"Coming." She yelled, groaning as she pulled she sheets tight around her, running a hand through her gnarled hair and making her way down the wooden stairs that creaked under her way.
"Mornin', my thorn!" Gorge, her eldest 20 year old brother said, teasing Rose of her nicknamed she'd adapted when she was six.
"Morning." she sighed and sat down at her table as her father put a plate of one, half burnt egg in front of her. "Thanks, dad." she said, and picked up her fork, "You're welcome." he grinned that warm smile she loved and kissed her on the forehead

((That's really good so far, I'm doing mine tomorrow))

((Lol thanks. :) can't wait to read yours!))

((Thanks, though my charrie, Air, doesn't really want to, lol))

((ah, lol))

Aivah gets out of bed. Might as well get the food started and head out to hunt. She enters the main room to find her sister, Ari, already starting breakfast and her brother, Brent sitting at the small table.
"I'm going out to hunt. You wanna come Brent?"

Brent looks up at his little sister, so strong, yet still so young.
"Sure, why not."

She lets a rare smile start to show, then it melts away.
"We could both be chosen, you know."

"Ya," he answers. "But I won't let you be chosen."

She just looks at him. "You can't stop it," she says quietly.

"I, know. And that's what scares me," he admits, just as quiet.

((am I the only 1 on?))

((Yes, other people have school))

Air stood idly by, she knew she was going to be chosen, she could just feel it. She had prepared herself for this, you know, so she wouldn't flip out when she was called. Deep breathe as long as you stay come everything will be fine. The women's overly perky(especially for this situation began "And the girl tribute for this years Hunger Games is....Air." Air walked up to the stage,, she prepared herself for this, but absolutely NOTHING could have prepared her for this.

Everything else was simply white noise to her. She didn't even notice when the boy was picked for the hunger games. She just stared at her shoes. Her shoes were nice and clean for the reaping.

Soon she was ushered off the platform, and into town hall.

Air didn't really expect anyone to come see her. I mean, she couldn't really think of anyone that would miss her if she died. So she sat and she waited.

To her surprise someone did actually come. "Connor?" Connor was her kinda friend from school. "Yeah, I just thought you could use some company before..." Before I'm carted away for probably forever. "Oh...and , I wanted to give you this." He takes of the gold chain she's never seen him not wear. "Thankyou so much." Air puts the chain on and is carted onto the train.

"Let's go, Rose." Her father called after Rose had silently eaten her breakfast and went upstairs. She had dressed in her nicest clothes, a long, simply black dress, one of the normal colors everyone wore in District 12, with a small v neck line and long sleeves that fitted tightly to her elbow. She brushed her hair and left it down, as her mother always told her it was most beautiful when it was down.

Rose disagreed.
"I'm coming!" She shouted, feeling slightly annoyed as she slipped on worn flats and walked out her door,
"Gotcha!" her second to oldest brother, Ralph, snickered, pulling Rose into an arm hug and carrying her over his burly shoulder down the stairs,
"Honestly! What is it with you and Gorge in affection?" she asked stubbornly, letting herself be carried.
"Thorn, this may be the last time we ever see you!" He chuckled, patting her back. Her stomach felt heavy, "I won't be picked." she muttered,
"We won't let you." Her father assured, giving her a small smile, though she knew he could do nothing about it if she was.
"Let me down now please, I'm too big to be carted around."
"You're still little to me." He teased, poking her in the ribs,
"Down!" she protested, tugging on his hair hardly and he dropped her. Rose smirked and poked her brother back, "I learn how to live with 4 boys."
"Yeah yeah." Ralph muttered, rubbing his aching head.

((That's really good, finish soon so you can go on the train, poor Air's all alone, lol))

((okay haha))

Her little sister Amanda, and her 3 older brothers including her father all took their places. Rose holding 9 year old Amanda tightly to her chase, and smoothing down her wild brown curls, rocking her on her hip. Her brothers stood together grimly, usually rowdy and obnoxious, but not so much today. She couldn't even decipher her father's face.
the President and a few other people spoke up on stage, but Rose paid no attention, that is, until she heard her name booming throughout the town.
"Rose Gayle! Congratulation!" Amanda began crying on cue, hysterically, clutching Rose's hair, her brothers not saying anything but staring at her with horror stricken ed eyes,
"No.." her father shook her head, but bravely handed Amanda to her dad, and kept back tears as she numbly walked up to the stage.

((YAy that's awesomeness writing, I'm hungry))

((me too ^^))

She turned and looked at her father reluctantly, and took her place on the stage. She stared at her little Amanda and did not break eye contact, more for Amanda's than her sake. Before she knew it, and not even knowing her the boy tribute was, she was whisked off, barely getting to say good bye to her family.
Three long, dreadful hours later, Rose was boarding the train. She was showed her cabin, and bits of places around the train.

Erik walked down the stairs with a frown on his face, today was the day of the reaping, everyone dreaded this day. This afternoon he might not be coming back to his home. Erik shook that thought from his head, what were the odds of that?

Erik stepped outside and saw people everywhere, but one person in particular caught his eye. It was Rose. Erik had just a tiny crush on Rose, nothing to serious. Erik went back into the house, his family was waiting for him at the table. The reaping was especially hard at his house because Erik's oldest brother Tony had died in the Hunger Games a few years ago.

His mother smiled a soft smile and poked and prodded with Erik's hair until it was neatly spiked up, Erik looked fierce as if he could win the Hunger Games if chosen. His mother then kissed him on the cheek and smiled.

Erik's father said,"Well, lets go." Once we got to the reaping area I was escorted into a group of teenagers from 12-18. I sighed and spotted Rose in the crowd. I looked up and saw a few people up on the stage. I looked into the ball of guy names and smiled, there were hundreds of names in that ball, what are the odds of mine getting picked?

The people on the stage picked up the girl ball and pulled a name from it,"Rose Gayle." They announced. Rose Gayle. My heart skipped a beat. Why did it have to be her?

Then after some congratulations and some tears the boy tribute was called,"Erik Black." I froze. That was me. I'm Erik Black. I looked back at my parents, my mom had tears running down her face and my dad was comforting her. I tried to hold back my tears as I took my place on the stage beside Rose.

I looked over at Rose but before I knew it we were forced to board the train.

((Awesome story))

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Meena got dressed and walked down the steps to go find her best friend,Casey.Casey always waited for her by the door.He got bored that day and knocked on the door as hard as he could,as long as he could.Meena reached the bottom of the steps,and opened the door."There you are.You look beautiful."said Casey.They walked over to the town square.
Lots of people had lined up for the reaping already.About 20 minutes later,Casey's little cousin,Mazy,was headed up the steps.She was picked.Casey's eyes widened in terror."No."he said in a hushed voice."I'm going up."Meena said,staring ahead."No,you can't.I don't care if Mazy is my cousin.I don't want to lose you!"Casey screamed.All the heads turned their way."Nice.Now I have no choice."Meena said.She ran up to the stage."I'll take her place!"Meena shouted at the escort."Wow.Well,okay.If you want to."the escort said.Mazy ran to hug Meena,almost knocking her off the stage.Meena sat down in the chair.She knew she could win.She was strong.She lifted her head to see Casey huddeled in a ball,by his parents feet,sobing.She couldn't believe it.After all those times he said that he loved her and thought she was beautiful,she never thought he ment it.This was proof.

At the train station,Casey had Meena in tears.He said that he loved her and to try her hardest.She felt his warmth in his arms.That was on thing she loved about Casey,he was always warm.Meena sighed. The train just pulled in to the station.Casey grabbed Meena's arm.She was worried about what he was going to do. He pulled her close,her brown curls bouncing."Listen to me."he said. "I'm listening."said Meena. "I swear,if you let yourself die,I will bring you back to life and kill you again."Casey said."Okay."Meena said,fighting back tears.Casey pulled her in tighter,sqeezing her."I love you."he said.Meena smiled and kissed him on the cheek.The peacekeepers pulled Meena out of Casey's arms and into the train.The door shut behind her.

((Wow...I really like your story!))

((me too!))

Emily wrote: "((Yes, other people have school))"

(( I no. I am at skool. I hav a computer class. She don't care what we do))

Aivah and Brent finish they're hunting and head to the reaping. They arrive just in time to hear the name for the girl tribute. "Aivah"
Brent stares at her in horror. "No"
Then, "And the boy tribute is, Brent."
They walk up to the stage together.
"How could we both be chosen?" Aivah asks.
"Mom will be devastated."

They're taken to the town hall where their parents tell them goodbye.
"One of you have to come home. You can win. Promise you'll try," they're mother begged.
They both agreed. Then, they were wisked onto the train.

Wolf Girl wrote: "Emily wrote: "((Yes, other people have school))"

(( I no. I am at skool. I hav a computer class. She don't care what we do))
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((lucky!))

((Soooooooo lucky))

((yessa hah))

Emily wrote: "((Wow...I really like your story!))"

((Really???Hmm..thanks!))

((Welcome!!!!!))

Valerie took her seat and smiled smugly up at the announcer standing on the podium. This would be her year. She was sure of it. This would be the year she would win. The announcer was making some happy speech about how much the Hunger Games was an honor. Why were the announcers always so perky and cheerful? It got annoying. Maybe they've been brainwashed, Valerie thought. Oh well. She was on the edge of her seat, feeling the excitement that only came so great at the reaping every year. She had been training for this from when she had first learned to walk. She had amazing aim (which she had learned from past Hunger Games winners was the key to survival), but her real strength was hand to hand combat. And, in the end, that was what she would need to win, right?
The announcer paused and took a deep breath, and Valerie turned her attention back to her, practically on the edge of her seat, excitement rising. People always boasted about how many slips they had put into the "lottery." Apparantely, from what she had heard, in other districts people actually were paid for putting slips in, but in her district they had to pay for the amount of slips. This year Valerie had put in seventy-one. Seventy one. That was enough to have a good chance at getting it, right?
Her smile turned into a frown when the announcer pulled out a huge bucket top full of the slips of paper. Seventy-one suddenly seemed like not that high a number.
I have to get this, she thought, determind. I have to.
The person reached in and took out one tiny slip of paper from the thousands in the bucket. "And the female tribute is..." The entire square of people went silent, all holding their breaths, as they waited for what seemed like an eternity for the announcer to read the name. "... Valerie Robins!"
Valerie let out the breath she had been holding in, stood up, and proudly walked up to the stage. There were many groans of frustration throughout the square from the other hope-to-be-tributes. This only made Valerie's grin wider. I finally did it, after four years. I am in the Hunger Games. And this year, without a doubt, I will win.

((Awesomeness writing!))

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((Welcomies))

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((Come say hi to me(Or Air) on the train. Or else I will die!!!!!

Of boredom))

((Okay... shouldn't her mentor meet her first? Or no...))

((She doesn't even have a mentor yet))

((You just made one for her, right?))

((No I made you one, I just asked you to make me one))

((I meant for Valerie, lol. Can her mentor meet her now?))

Emily wrote: "((Welcome!!!!!))"

((Oh...and....how do you close topics so people can't post on it(((not deleting...closeing))),Emily?? I kinda need to know.))

((Ummmm.......Well you go to this thingy, then there's this thingy that you can click that makes the topic close! There! *Looks over writing* Ummmm.....Lemme check))

((Okay, you click on the title off the topic you wanna close, then you cclick this tiny little edit button that shows up next to it, then on the next page there should be a little box you can click ifyou wanna close the topic! Yayz I did it without using the word thingy!!!))

((XD! I made your mentor Em!))