The Hunger Games- rp group discussion

Rp!!!

Aurthur walked down the hallway whistling and swinging his hips to the beat of the techno music he was listening to. He hung his thumbs in his belt loops as he walked to his home wondering what tributes he would have to style from district twelve and thirteen.

Marinda walked down the street in silence, wishing hoping someone would break it; she never had the nerve too, being in the Capitol always put her on edge, though she lived there all her life. It was a strange feeling, but a feeling none the less.

Aurthur walked out of the building onto the streets whistling loudly swinging his form. "Aye!" He says singing. "Oh baby girl...." he keeps singing loudly as he walks. He learner the best way to blend in as a stylist was to stand out.

Marinda turned around sharply, startled by the loud singing. Loud noises bothered her, since she got headaches a lot.

"Oops sorry!" Aurthur shouted then. Then covered his mouth thinking that probably didn't help. He trigger over to her. "What districts did you get this year I got twelve and thirteen," he told marinda.

"Uh, I got seven and six," Marinda mumbled, still walking. She didn't like to talk, but she'd act like she did for the sake of her career. Being a stylist was probrably the biggest achievement she'd had in her life so far. She didn't want to chance it.

"Yep," aurthur said turning off his music. "And I hate watching my work get ruined," he said as if the tributes were all just black boards that had An awnser but were taken off which made him cringe inside. His mother used to be a tribute from district thirteen. When they had started the hunger games again ir had been chaos and they had even one the battle over district thirteen. ((Sorry this is after the hunger games with katniss and peeta I thought it would be cool and I'm gonna send out like a message explaining the whole thing today))

"Yep," Marinda mumbled, finally slowing down her walk and stopping.

"What do you mean?" Mari asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

Aurthur shrugged. "I have my money on the district twelve tributes," he said. This time tributes from districts twelve always avowed no mercy from the start.

((Yep that's fine))
Aurthur cringed inside but on the outside he smiled. "Well I hope the games are Intresting this year," he said.

Aurthur shrugged. "Ever since the hunger games restarted district twelve has ways shown no mercy," aurthur said.

"I have my bet's on Seven," Marinda said, smiling. She always liked District 7.

"It'll be the end of them, I swear it," Marinda grumbled, starting to walk away again.

Aurthur shrugged as if he couldn't care less. He slipper x on his headphones and turned the techno up loud he started walking away moving to the beat.

Aurthur stood in front of a tattoo store. It wasnt must a regular one. Everyone thought it was but if you used a secret word then they would let you into the tunnels which if you knew the right path led to rebel headquarters. Aurthur gave them the password and walked to headquarters. "So who is the tribute were gonna try this year?" Aurthur asked. "Basics were going back to district twelve,' someone shouted. Aurthur gulped wondering what girl from district twelve would be their mockingjay.

Marinda, bored after a while of walking, took off someones headphones, putting them on her head. She turned it on and started to mouth the words.

Aurthur walked at of the tattoo shop eyes wide at what he had saw. He knew the girl they wanted to be the mockingjay. They had been tracking her ever since she was a child. Wither hoped her.mother would help her get here at all costs. He walked to his apartment and sat down on the couch thinking.

um.....

Ally grins at the crisp air. She wasn't into the make-up capitol junk. Ally was a tomboy, bjt very pretty.

Hello?

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