Hunger Games RP discussion

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It was pouring down rain and Kristin's clothes clung to her skin, as she ran home from the beach. She'd had the worst day ever she hadn't seen a single fish swimming around today, probably beacause of the crummy weather she thought to herself. "No fish means no money and no money means no dinner." she said under her breath as her stomache growled painfully. She almost always caught something and when she didnt the older kids would always slip her a coin or two beacause they felt bad for her, trying to feed a 12 year old boy and herslef without any parents was hard. Today was different though,none of the older boys or girls hardly gave her a glance the whole district would probably go hungry tonight.

Ever so carefully, Ethan picked up his nets and tossed them back in, ignoring the rain. It had never affected him much; he just did his work with no complaints.

Kristin tried to ignore her wet clothes and muddy combat boots as she ducked into a nearby shop, taking cover from the rain. She decided to take a look around and found various strange things like a spool of pointless wire and a shard of pink plastic. She wondered how he made a living selling things you would normally find in a trash can.

"Hey don't track mud into my store!!!" a frail old man, she geussed was the shop keeper, yelled at her. "oh I'm sorry" Kristin said as she quickly left the strange store and returned outside to the pouring rain.

Ethan pulled his net back in, knowing he wasn't going to catch much on the shore. Too bad his boat had been sunk...

Ethan looked up. "Oh...hi!" he called quietly.

"Awful; I can't catch a thing," Ethan mumbled, fumbling with his net.

((how old is Ethan?))
Kristin ran into the small torn up shack she called home and shook out her hair sending little droplets of water everywhere, including all over a little boy, sitting on a stool in front of the blazing fire, she knew as Max Tide. Max was 11 he still had a year until his name was put into the huge crystal ball of the reaping, she hated so much.

"Hey don't get me all wet!!" Max cried as he added another log to the growing fire.

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"Sure," Ethan said.

"I don't think the rain is helping us much," he said simply. "The fish won't come to the surface."

"For how long?" he asked, intrigued.

((has the reaping happened yet?))

((nope..))

((ok))

Kristin looked at Max. He was just a normal little boy except for the fact that both his parents were killed. He had sandy blond hair, bright green eyes, and his face was covered in frekles. "Come one bud it's time to go to bed."Kristin said trying to hide the fear in her voice. Tomorrow was the day of the reaping and if she was called Max wouldnt have anyone to take care of him.

((sorry, gtg!))

"Ah. Thanks."

"Have you heard the new rule for the reaping?" Ethan asked casually.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "You don't?" he asked.

Ethan shrugged. "I dunno."

Ethan was taken aback. "I...I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"It'll affect people, no matter what," he sighed.

Ethan sighed. "It doesn't matter. It's always hard losing somebody."

"She'd do what everybody has to do: move on." Ethan's face turned hard, which was unlike him.

"The Capitol," Ethan replied simply, as if it was the only answer.

Ethan flinched. Her outburst startled him slightly.

"No, it's fine," Ethan assured.

Ethan nodded. "Thanks again."

Ethan followed, slowly. He crouched down next to Rachel. "You alright?" he asked softly.

Ethan sighed. "Don't lie."

He looked at her sadly. "What's bugging you?" he asked sympathetically.

"Your sister didn't come back, did she?" Ethan asked softly.

"You miss her, don't you?"

Ethan smiled softly. "No. Not at all."

((I can't think of anything else to write))

((idk))

((Why?))

((Thats making you twitchy?))

(( She'll be fine ))