HUNGER GAMES ROLE PLAY- The Obsession discussion

The Gamemakers settled down to see the show. They all have seen the best this year. If these tributes were very good here, then endless possibilities awaited them in the arena.
"District 1!" The announcer shouted.

((Do we have to wait for everybody to post, in order? If so, can you send out a message, reminding people to post, please?))

( or we could just do it out of order for whoever wants to post whenever)

((You can do whatever. But the Gamemakers will post your score afterwards.))

Ree walked in the game makers sat above and about half didn't even hear her walk in she looked at the knifes as she suspected they had already been used . She looked at the bow and arrows. It's time she thought she quickly spread out the targets ( thud means it struck home) grabbed the bow and arrow and shot one normal
Thud
She rolled and shot
Thud
She climbed a tree and shot
Thud
Thud
Thud
The game makers were all watching her now
She hung upside down from the tree branch
Thud
Thud
Thud
She felt natural now running and shooting rolling and everything she could think of all striking home until her time was up she face the game makers and bowed with respect
" thank you" she said and waited for her score

The Gamemakers murmured approval. Ree was good, no doubt about it.
"Ree, your score is an 8."

((Sorry for interrupting, but the average score for Careers is 8-10 and the average for the others is around a 5. I know you aren't judging based on this, but just wanted to let you know.))

Rees heart lifted she almost screamed an 8!!!
She bowed again
Then left and glanced at Xander and rynn

((Coco, I'm basing scores on an average around 7-10. If they show exceptional performance, they could get higher.))

((Cool. Okay.))

Ash struts into the room, chin up. He stops, looks the head Gamemaker in the eyes and says "Ash, District 2."

Not waiting for a reply, he turns away, heading for the knife section. He examined the array of weapons for a long moment, coming away with 2; one smaller, sharper dagger, and a long, more blunt hunting knife. Wielding the two with care, he slips them into his belt. Then, he picks up a bunch of throwing knives and starts throwing them rapidly at a set of targets and dummies. Almost every shot hits where he aimed, at varying places on the anatomy of the dummy, each ensuring a fatal him.
Knowing his time was almost half up, he started dragging a few dummies over to a section, used for survival skills, covered in rocks, boulders, and the like. After placing them strategically where people could stand, Ash got ready to pounce. He flew all over the place, aiming for the various bodies. Using the two weapons he favored, Ash stabbed a dummy in the gut. Then he kicked another one nearby in the head. Taking them both down in less than 30 seconds, Ash stood up. Within minutes, the bunch of targets he brought over where history.
Walking back to where the Gamemakers sat, Ash neatly placed his weapons down. He looked up at each in turn, unnerving them with his big brown eyes, waiting for his score.

Trent walks into the room, nearly silent. He has no idea what he is going to do, and just hopes not to come off as small or weak. Raising his eyes to the platform on which the Gamemakers sat, he saw many harsh facing looking back at him. His eyes widened, if not in fear, but in defiance and determination. "Trent, District 6."

Shyly, but steadly he saunted to the area where grass and other nature covered the walls and floor, he grabbed a set of heavy knives. Holding them tightly, he used his speed and small size to make his was through to 'wild' into a alcove in the middle of branches. Stealth and not head on approached were his specialty. Hovering silently over a patch of weeds with a dummy buried in it, he dropped out of the trees onto it. Tackling it in midair, pretending the dummy was a real tribute, he dug his knives in. Leaving the pile of demolished dummy, he quickly and quietly made his way back to the gamemaker table still holding the knives. Knowing they were difficult to throw, he chucked them, at the Gamemakers feet, just to surprise them. Following the course of the weapons, he went to stand in front of the evil people, Trent's eyes alight in adrenaline, hatred, and rebelliousness. Staring them down, he waited for the score.

Kevin was outside the training center, waiting for his turn. Whenever a tribute was called, he'd tilted his head to see if he was in turn and will back down sighing and rechecking if he really knows what to do. Even if he looked like someone who is carefree and happy go lucky type, he can be serious if he wants to and private sessions is something he should be serious about. He hoped he can get a high score, after all, he thought about it for an hour. He just hoped he'll be given enough time to do everything he planned to do.
He looked at Jason, one seat away from him. And then on the girl beside him, the girl who caught his attention. It was clearly obvious she was nervous for her hands were slightly shaking but her head was held high with an expressionless face.
He sighed and waited for his turn.
And then it was his turn. He felt the other tributes behind him staring as he opened the double doors and stepped into a dark hallway. He assumed it all led to the private sessions room, or else all the other tributes that had been gone before him would've opened those menacing doors and been swallowed by the gloominess of the hallway for nothing.
As he got closer to the gym of different equipment that was in sight now, he heard loud laughs and talking from the Gamemakers. he wondered if they would all hush when he'll officially arrived, or if they would continue talking while he performed for them.
Entering the room, he was greeted by a slightly better light than in the hall. There were similar lit up targets and equipment around the room to the ones in training, including weapons and different types of plants and ropes.
Most of the Gamemakers continued talking and eating from their banquet when he arrived, but some did turn to get a good look at the guy from 9. He recognized a few faces from them. Sometimes, being from the family of professional hunters who work for the Capitol had its perks. He just hope it'll help for him to get a good grade.
He looked around and saw everything he needed. It's a good thing the place was wide, he could do everything he planned to do. First he got lots and lots of dummies. Then prepared many traps. The next thing he did was get a box full of rope. He quickly but efficiently tied the rope and all of his traps were connected as one, when one broke, every trap will trigger. He went to the camouflaged section and prepared the materials he'll be needing. He planned to do a lot of things and was trying his best not to bore the Gamemakers.
He looked at his work. Ok, he did a great job. It looked much better than what he had practiced before. And now, for the final part he'd need to do. On the corner of his eye, he saw an apple. It must have fell off on one of the plates on the buffet table. Perfect. He grabbed the apple and tied it on the center of the tied up ropes that connected each trap.
He looked one last time at his work. There were dummies all around his traps. Four dummies' hands tied up above their heads and a big metal box was looming above them, waiting for something to pull it down.
He observed one last time before getting a bow and camouflaged himself on the trees. His target was very far on his place. There was a high chance he'll not be able to hit it. But he just grinned. He loves to take his chances. He took a glance on the Gamemakers and saw that most of them quieted down, wondering what he'd do next. Good. He'll need a lot of witness for this achievement of his.
He notched an arrow, took a deep breath and released it with strength. The arrow flew past many ropes tied around the traps and dummies. And suddenly, chaos broke loose. All of the ropes the arrow hit split into two. The dummies fell on the traps. Either hanged on the head or upside down or fell from the top and many others. It was like watching a Domino effect as each dummy fell on each trap. The apple was the thing that the arrow last hit and it safely reached the farthest wall on his direction.
The room was filled with broken ropes, dozens of sands from the dummies, their body parts cut from their body, a puddle of sand from the once four dummies flattened to their death and a metal box standing proudly above it.
Kevin went out of the camouflage section and turned toward the Gamemakers. He grinned widely and started hoping in his mind he'll get a high score. They did give him time to prepare all of those. He stood confidently in front of them, his whole body still painted with tree barks from the camouflaged stunt he did, waiting for his score.

allycatblue wrote: "Rees heart lifted she almost screamed an 8!!!
She bowed again
Then left and glanced at Xander and rynn"

Xander went in for D8. He picked up a knife and felt it's blade. He threw it and it hit the dummy square in the head. He threw the medicine ball and it landed 2ce as far as it should've/ He threw it twice the length of a normal career. Then he moved to paint. He painted his arm to match the leaves on the ground speckled with light.

The Gamemakers murmured astonishing complements. This year would be good. One rubbed her hands together in glee. She would make the arena extremly difficult this year.
The Head Gamemaker stood up and announced the scores so far.

"Jolie, District 1- score 9

Ash, District 2- score 8.

Trent, District 6- your score is 7

Kevin- your score is a 7

Xander, District 8- your score is a 6

You may return to your rooms and rest."

He sat down and wrote on his clipboard.

Nadia came into the room and took a deep breath. No doubt, she could do well with the area of trees. But she remembered with a start, of course!!

She zipped by the stage, and in a flash, had strung a bow, and was hanging upside down from a tree. Every arrow struck true. She jumped from the trees to the climbing wall, and from dummy to dummy.
She never touched the floor. She then scooped up some knives, and threw them at some fruit on a table in the arena area. The fruit was perfectly sliced in half. She offered it up on a plate. That was thrown from the top of the highest rope. The gamemakers stooped down to inspect the fruit.

Cut cleanly, right throught the middle.

"Even the stems!" One gamemaker exclaimed.

((How do you think I should give my charrie a score? I don't want to say, like, 10. Just because I'm a mod or anything. You wanna vote here?))

Callum walked in slowly. He looked around and confidently said. "Ladies and gentlemen. Callum Jones District Eleven."

He looked around wondering what he can do. He ran to the chemicals area. He took two cheap chemicals and but them in a bottle with a slide in the middle splitting the two sides. He pours one in one side and the other in the other half. He closes the gaps and readies it to be thrown. He throws the bottle and as it smashes it explodes into flames. "And that is why you don't play with fire people." He laughs as he walks to the bow and arrow section. He fires off a few arrows all hitting bulls eye. He then loads three arrows and fires them all. One hits the bulls eye and the other two hit either side of it between the bulls eye and the next area. He bows laughing. He starts using other weapons showing incredible talent.

The Gamemakers exclaimed loudly. They had obviously underestimated the lower Districts.

Callum Jones, district 11- "Your score is a 10."

Callum bows yet again. "Thank you people." He shouts before walking off.

One Gamemaker chuckled. So upbeat, huh, kids.

She shook her head and sketched an idea of the arena.

Callum pops his head back in quickly. "Sorry." He says before running to grab his necklace he had taken off. "Goodbye again." He laughs

The Gamemakers realized, with a start, that they hadn't given Nadia her score.

"Nadia, District 2- your score, 10."



Nadia couldn't believe her ears. "A 10?!" She squealed. She wanted to go and hug the Gamemakers.
Instead, she shouted, "Thank you!!" And left.

Charlotte wrote: "Euthalia walked in as she eyed up the judging panel. Sure, she was perhaps a little more confident than she should have been, perhaps a little too big headed for her own good. But she had yet to ev..."

The Gamemakers were very angry. One was glad that she didn't get hurt, but quite honestly it had all taken them by surprise.

The Head Gamemaker stood up, looking quite angry mind you, and stated loudly and clearly,
"Euthalia, District 12- your score, 8."
He huffed and sat down.

((Kinda like Katniss, huh? :P))

Jasper shyly came into the private room. He was painfully small for the giant room. Taking in the largeness of it all, he noticed the Gamemakers watching him expectantly. He looked at them and said "Jasper, D12." his voice shaking.

Not knowing what to do, he went to a station with targets and hurled knives and shot arrows at them. Seeing that this wasn't impressive in the slightest, and he was quickly loosing interest. He went to the survival area, and set traps, mended things, and picked up safe food. Seeing that nobody cared what he did, Jasper just left, hoping his score wouldn't be too unbearably low.

Ebony walked into the room, her head high and a certain glow in her eyes. She was extremely alert and excited. Confidently making her way over to the table at which the Gamemakers towered over her, she said "Ebony, District 5."
Leaving the table, she headed to the knives section. Being from the district that supplies power to the country, she knew a lot about electricity. Deciding to use her knowledge, she picked up the best throwing knives she could find. Hurling the knives upward, she took out a bunch of lights until the room was nearly pitch black. She knew what lights and wires to hit, so that would happen. Steadily collecting her knives, she used her careful aim to hit more wires. Sparks flew, scaring Gamemakers and she knew they couldn't see her. In a flourish of intensity, she hopped in front of the Gamemakers, startling them, sending sparks out from all around her. Leaving the Gamemakers before they could say anything, she walked away.

The Gamemakers looked boredly at Jasper while he struggled with his rounds. When he left, the Head Gamemaker stood up and said,

"Jasper, District 12- score, 5"

Rynn walked in the room and looked around taking her surroundings in. "Rynn, District 9," she announced to the Gamemakers as confidently as she could manage.

Now, show them what you can do, she thought.

She walked over to the climbing area. She leaped up and scaled tree with ease, grabbing the branches. She danced up the tree. When she reached the very top she dangled upside down by her legs. Rynn swung down, landing on the ground perfectly on her feet in a crouched position. She stood up and walked over the archery range.

The targets lined the wall. She grabbed a bow and a quiver of arrows, notched one, and drew back the string. Release. It sailed in the absolute center of the target, surprising even herself. Again, a perfect shot. Rynn moved on to a dummy and shot it right in the chest. She rolled on her shouler and shot again, hitting another dummy.

That's good, she told herself.

"Thank you," she said and walked out.

((@Silvermoon, when you give score, don't forget Ebony! :) ))

Kevin almost lost his confidence. Seven? Seriously? Only seven! He worked and thought hard for his performance and he'll only get seven?! But at least, he still got the highest score a non-Career could get, seven. Lucky seven. Seven, seven, seven.
Kevin just bowed with an expressionless face before getting out of the room.

((Can I please have my score? Sorry, if that sounds rude, but I just need my score so I can do my interview. Thanks!))

Jason looked up at the gamemakers he went over to the camo station. no body had even noticed him come in and in less than 40 seconds he looked like a tree
" Jason myte district 10 " he yelled the gammakeres looked around trying to find him he yelled and left the tree and washed off
Flipped the gammakeres off and left

( ikr!!!)

Cazix was excited to go in, she founf her knives, wanting them to see what she culd do. She threw four, each of the hit eachother in the hilt, she bowed and waited

The head Gamemaker stood up and announced in his loud and clear voice,
"Zahara Green, Distrcit 6- score 7

Jason myte district 10- score 8."

((Please put full names and district numbers please.))

((Can I have a score for Rynn West from District 9? I'm sorry if that sounds rude, but I think you forgot her. Her session is post 30. Thanks so much!))

"Rynn West, district 9- score 8."


((Lower districts get lower scores. But not much, your charrie is talented!))

((Thanks!))

Rynn was surprised at herself. An eight? That was beyond her wildest hopes. An eight! She couldn't believe it! It was nearly impossible. Wait until everyone found out!

((Hey Silvermoon! Can you score Ebony? Thanks.
(Ebony no last name, district 5.))

((Please put full names and district numbers please.))

Aven walked in, her shoulders squared, her head lifted high. She wanted to look strong. "Aven Willoknight, District Eleven."

Aven glanced around at the weapons and picked up a bow and quiver of arrows. "Lovely," she whispered, looking at the fine craftsmanship of the bow. She knew she couldn't admire it too long, so she decided to get moving.

She looked around and saw the targets. They were a couple yards away, but she'd shot from further at home. She looked at the arrow strongly, as if she were becoming part of it. Then she let the arrow go and it began to sail through the air.

Aven closed her eyes, praying to the Lord above that it would hit the center. She heard the thud of the arrow hitting the target. She opened her eyes to see the arrow hit the direct center. She smiled at herself.

Aven continued to shoot arrows, walking farther back for each arrow. Then, she knew her time was up. She turned around and bowed. "Aven Willowknight, District 11."

((Sorry, I was rushing.))

Fiske entered the room, smiling. "Fiske Johnson, District Four," he told the Gamemakers. He already had a plan of what he was going to do.

Fiske jogged over to the knives and grabbed a few. He quickly aimed at the target and let go, all of the knives landing in the center. He moved to the spears, standing about twenty feet away from the dummies. Fiske threw them all with great force, hitting a vital spot every time.

Next, Fiske threw heavy weights, trying to show off his strength to the Gamemakers. After a few throws he got bored, grabbed a knife, and scaled the climbing wall. He looked down at the Gamemakers from the top to be sure they were watching. Then he turned his focus to the target below. He aimed slowly and released the hilt, watching the knife speed towards the target. From his position on the wall, Fiske saw that the knife had landed with a solid thud in the middle of the target. Fiske grinned and quickly climbed down the wall. He walked to the Gamemakers and bowed. "Thank you." He turned around and walked out of the room.

"Fiske Johnson, District Four"- your score, 9

((Who has got the highest so far? *Hopes to god it's me*))

((I think it's you and me....))

((Whooop lol))

((haha, yeah..))

((Hey, Silvermoon, you never scored Ebony's (D5). Her's is post #28. Please score.

The Head Gamemaker stood up and blinked through the pitch blackness. He tried peering down at his notes, but it was too dark. He clapped his hands, and all lights went on. ((Major technology! ohh!!))

"Ebony, District 5- your score, 9"

((Thanksies.))

((No prob!! Check out the training center. Something big happening there!))