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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:14 am
The District's Train Station.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:12 pm
 Brion Daniel Wool
d ι ѕ т я ι ¢ т 8
I'M UNDECIDED. I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM.
● ● ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ● ● I board the train with the other tribute who had volunteered as I did. It's a bit confusing in my book. Why would she do such a thing? I've seen her around school a few times but she, of course, did not acknowledge me. Just as everyone else. I can't help but find my isolation a strength. If I'm that unnoticeable, will I be ignored by the other tributes in the arena? I certainly hope so.
When I'm by a nice window seat, I begin to think of Kamryn. She wasn't harsh to me at all. A simple friendly kiss on my forehead made me even more determined to win the games. I will try my best. I'm not sure of Dottie's true intentions. Even though she hails from the same District as me, I plan to work alone. Any allies in the arena would very much blow up my position as the 'stealthy tribute'. On top of that, it's not very wise to trust anyone in the arena. Yes, there can be two victors this time, but I only trust very few people in my life.
And I plan to make them proud.
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The Birth Of Freedom Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 3:00 pm
 Iғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢᴏ,
Wᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ,
Iғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢᴏ,
Tʜᴇɴ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ! { DᴇᴇLᴇᴇ. Dɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 8 ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ. }
✂▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ
《 Dahra never spent much time at the Reapings. Of course she went and watched, but left at the soonest point possible. Why should she need to dilly dally around there? She'd heard the tributes' names and seen them. But she would save her full evaluation for when they were on the train. So Dahra had left the town square as soon as the tributes had left to separate rooms to bid farewell to their families. She had boarded the train to see how soon they would be off. Not long, she had been told. Too long for her. Then again, it was all too long for her. So she had paced the length of the train at least two and a half times before she was told the tributes were on and she felt the train begin to move around her. "Ah, well then let's take a look at the two." She'd said to herself as if she was a second person. Spinning around on her heel, she walked back to the cars she knew the two would be. The train didn't rock too much, thank goodness, but it was a bit wobbly. Every now and then she spotted staff having to replace their footing to carry on with their tasks. All the while, Dahra simply glided along, too light to have steps heavy enough to misplace. When the next door in front of her slid open, she looked over and spotted the boy tribute sitting at a window. He didn't look hopeless. No. Just like he had something weighing on his mind. Dahra stepped more into the car and down the thin empty space that was the isle. "Enjoying the view?" She asked Brion. "Interesting how we can be going so fast yet everything around us seems to be moving so slowly." She said in a pondering voice, looking out the window then back to him. "Brion right? The name's Dahra Jaxsen, pleasure to meet you."
As she introduced herself by name, Dahra did a quick look over. She might just have something to work with this year. She remembered the year before. Hopeless pair. Truly and completely hopeless. The boy was so stick thin he could barely lift his own weight. And the girl had just enough coordination to not fall off her chariot in the tribute parade. They had had great spirits, though the boy seemed close to wetting himself when he'd been sent off the the arena. Dahra had been a little less than sad when she'd seen them loose their lives in the arena. No she wasn't heartless, but she had been prepared. After all, she'd already seen a number of her friends go into the arena by the time she'd turned 18. Then after, she'd already sent four in herself. Being a mentor was not easy. Not at all. But she did what she could to help keep the kiddos alive. Dahra had a feeling that this year she didn't have two lost causes. When she had walked into the car, she had seen the look of determination in the boy's eyes. He wasn't going to give up. The girl, she didn't know where Dottie was, looked like she might just be able to outrun a portion of the competition. Dahra just hoped they would be able to cooperate. Or at least listen to her advice. She hated having two tributes that completely ignored everything she told them. Once she had found it completely useless talking to the tributes and just let them go on their own. One had stepped off the plate too early. While the other attempted the bloodbath then didn't even try looking for water. He'd been convinced the Gamemakers had to make it rain at some point.
『ooc;-------』
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:04 pm
Brion Daniel Wool
d ι ѕ т я ι ¢ т 8
I'M UNDECIDED. I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM.
● ● ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ● ● The Capitol train is one of the fastest moving objects in this world to me. It's amazing how calm I am. To be honest, I always expected such a contraption to be highly uncomfortable due to the fast pace. There's a lot of food here, but I can't really enjoy it without the company of Kamryn. We always laughed in glee together whenever we caught come good food in the forest. I wonder how she would feel about this place.
My thoughts are interrupted by a voice, a voice that I pray isn't talking to me. I've always felt uncomfortable around new people. No one really gave me the time of their day, so I really can't help it. When I narrow my eyes slightly, I see that it's the victor from our District that won a few years back. I had forgotten all about her. She must be here to give us advice about the arena and everything else. Someone like her can definitely strengthen my chances of winning. "Um, hi!" I say a little bit too enthusiastically; so much that I nearly get up from my seat. Instead, I hold out my hand for one second before pulling it back just as quick. Should I shake her hand at all? Once again, I have no idea how to address people correctly. "Er, yes. I'm Brion." I tell her. "I'm fifteen." Why did she have to know that? "My hobbies are, um..." Mayday!
Throughout all the embarrassment, I just manage to stay shut. I don't know Dottie very well, but I seriously wish she was by my side right now. Maybe she can start off conversation better than me. All I can do now is sit in silence with a bright red color of humiliation.
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The Birth Of Freedom Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 8:14 pm
Е††ɨɇ Ͼhᾷrlêmågñê HɵñêɣӄʃѲµɗ
"Inside the lines, I too, can see the outside, I have no need to touch it."
District Eight
Sew me into the background, then I will thrive. 
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:43 pm
─♡──ＭＩＳＡ ＣＨＥＲＲＹ ＥＶＥＲＥＴＴＥ──♡─ ─☁──διsтяιcт єιɢнт──☁─ As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall ════════════════════════════════════════════  Walking from the stage in town center to the train station, Misa had felt like a robot. Or a mouse. A mouse robot? Anyway, the shock and disbelief had somewhat settled to be replaced by fear and sadness. She would probably never see her mother or father again. She might get Gil killed if he tried protecting her. All these thoughts and more raced through her mind, giving more to her trembling and shaking as she walked. Though still no tears came. Misa knew she had note accepted her fate, that probably wouldn't come until the very end. Maybe it was the fact that she could be on camera or she was in front of thousands of people. Somewhere inside perhaps she did not want to make herself and her brother an easy target. That gave her almost hope. Almost hope that maybe she wouldn't die just right away. Then she looked at all the faces watching the siblings gravely and sadly. The almost hope was swept away in an instant.
Upon arrival to the station, Misa looked one last time at her home from the platform. The train was already there and waiting. No doubt the escort and mentor were inside as well. At least they had a mentor. She wouldn't want to be in the districts with no survivors, then there would have been even less chance. And Misa had somewhat liked Dahra, she seemed like a nice and strong woman. If Misa did survive, then she wanted to be like Dahra, mostly stable and seemingly sober in her life. The twelve year old looked down at the crowd and looked to see if her mum and dad had followed them. She remembered the look of stricken horror on her mother's face when she realized that it had been her Gil and Misa that were walking to the stage. The goodbye had been so painful, and yet all Misa had been able to say was "Good bye Mum." Is it just her was that horrible?
But she couldn't see her parents in the crowd. So without checking twice, Misa turned and stepped onto the train. Instead of checking for anyone, she made a B-line for the first seat she saw and slid onto it, curling up into a ball and finally letting the tears flow. Dripping straight onto her dress and bare knees. ════════════════════════════════════════════ And every tear's a waterfall In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:05 pm
 █ Aliah Franklin Livenwell-Petrov █Aliah was a little maddened that her and her sister were dragged into this with her step brother but that look she gave them was not suppose to be what it was Aliah was trying to remind him to smile but he did not.Now aliah was walking on the train as a kid flew by my arms flew up and I knew what she was doing and thinking she was gonna cry and we are probrably all going to die I wanted to pat the girl and tell her everything will be ok but thats a lie and I do not need my step brother thinking that I am weak or anything so perhaps when we get our time alone I will lie for her sake. as the door closed I held my sisters hand up in the air and the train sped up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:33 pm
Iғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢᴏ,
Wᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ,
Iғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢᴏ,
Tʜᴇɴ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ! { DᴇᴇLᴇᴇ. Dɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 8 ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ. }
✂▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ
《 For the first time in a long while, Dahra was furious at the Capitol and at the President. Siblings! Sure the Quarter Quell was supposed to be the most twisted of all the games...But taking the Siblings of the tributes selected?! That was the Devil's work. For some of the districts, their population and amount of children would be reduced by 60% or even more. Some maybe less, for those parents smart enough to have a single child. Did the Gamemakers and President really have that little or cold of a heart? No, they had no hearts! When Dahra had heard about the Quarter Quell, when the announcement had been made, it had been an instant reaction. There had been maybe a second of shock before she picked up the closest thing, a weird little statue, and thrown it at her TV. The statue had been made for her from the designer who had been working with her during her games. The statue took little damage, the same could not be said for the TV. The Reaping had been just as terrible, the only difference was the lack of throwing things.
Dahra had sat on the stage by the mayor with her arms and legs crossed and a grim expression painted on her face. It was the only Reaping she had stayed a little longer for. At the girl's name, she wanted to burst into tears at the sight of the girl who could not have turned twelve more than a month before. When the last name clicked, as Misa and her brother walked on stage, she looked at the mayor in sadness, they were her children. Then at the boy's name, she shook her head to herself and lowered her head and muttered under her breath. Oaths and curses against the Capital for making the children go through all this. As soon as the tributes were led off to say their good-byes, she was out of there and to the train station. Dahra was not going to lie to anyone or herself. The girl might have a chance if she hid and ran and climbed trees, if there were trees, but her best bet was her brother. The boy with the two sisters had a better chance, even if one of them would have to die first.
By the time the tributes had said their good-byes and gotten on the train, the mentor had put herself back together. Though the air of sadness still hung somewhat when a staff member came and told her they were all here. She nodded and muttered a "Thanks." Before turning back to the mirror and fixing her last braid. Then she walked out and down the cars to where the tributes would be. "Greetings Children." She said as the door opened and she walked into the car. "And I am going to tell you honestly I am going to be doing everything I can to make sure each of you is prepared for these games." She said. Everything in her tone proclaimed what she said was true. And it was, she would die instead of sitting back and sending these kids to their deaths. It was like sending her late brother in with a toothpick.
『ooc;-------』
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 12:35 pm
center] █ Aliah Franklin Livenwell-Petrov █I looked at the mentor of our district we had one of the best not drunk like district 12s nor a pipskeak like there new mentor who won last years games nor is she all about winning she actually cares about us. I looked at the mentor and put my hand out."My name is aliah from what you heard on stage."I was already trying to gain favorites I knew that our district never had good chances but hey my runnings good I thought to my self.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:56 pm
[District Eight]
I went through most the day really conflicted. I had drawn my family into the games. Is it my duty to protect my step sisters that i dragged into this mess? Or can I just fend for myself sticking to my notion that they aren't truly a part of my family? My step father came to me begging me to protect his little girls, but I hardly feel I owe him anything for stealing my mother from me. My mother didn't pressure me knowing I'm already conflicted and she probably figured I will do what it right on my own.
As I enter the train I see a little girl crying in a ball and my sisters nearby. I bite my lip before deciding to go sit in a corner on a bench. Leaning against the window I listen to our mentor vow to prepare us which I find highly unlikely. She can't possibly know what it is like in the arena and know how to prepare us from the shock of being there, but perhaps she can give us some advice. After all she has been partaking in this first hand even if she is from the capital.
I see Aliah make a move toward our mentor. Of course, trying to get the upper hand. I'm in no mood to suck up to anybody right now, but I can't stand inflicting gloom upon myself. "And where do you recommend we start?" I ask eager to get my mind off my mother and my internal debate. I try not to look at my sisters still not sure how I feel about all this.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:17 pm
Iғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢᴏ,
Wᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ,
Iғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢᴏ,
Tʜᴇɴ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ! { DᴇᴇLᴇᴇ. Dɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 8 ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ. }
✂▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹▸▹ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ
《Dahra had seen the girl Misha curling up in a ball and kept herself from following a motherly instinct to go hold her. Tell her that everything was okay, even though it wasn't. The woman was not her mother, she wasn't anyone's mother. She didn't intend to be. But she intended to help these children, to make it safely back to their mothers. Even if not all of them would. "Nice to meet you Aliah." She said to the young woman who introduced herself first. Of course Dahra had learned their names aforehand, but it was still nice to have some communication with them all. She looked over to Aliah's brother, Spencer as she had heard his name, and realized the expression on his face and how he held himself. She could tell he didn't quite believe her. Well she didn't blame him. Some of the mentors out there didn't even really try to help their tributes. Some of them were too weak to even reface the Games, even to help the children. Well, she had gotten through them with her gut in tact. "By telling me your skill sets. What you're good at. Hopefully each of you knows something useful. Then we can hone those and build off of them. Who knows, maybe you're all better at something than you think." Dahra said, looking over at the oldest young man on board. Though she was looking at him, the statement was directed to them all. She needed an answer from each one of them to help each one of them. She hadn't known her own affinity for archery until someone gave her a bow and said shoot. It wasn't just archery alone, darts, throwing knives, whatever she needed to aim with.
『ooc;I figured since the Games haven't yet started or anything moved forward I'd stop waiting and post back here...』
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:39 pm
center] █ Aliah Franklin Livenwell-Petrov █Yep it is nice meeting people is it not. I listened to my mentor speak I probrably should not say my strengths in front of people who could possibly kill me but the mentor thinks its a good I dea so I flick my hair behind my back a bit and tell her."well I am actually a decent hunter,and runner plus a few other things my ummm brother well I dont think hes good at much but hey give him a chance to speak perhaps hell surpirise us all." I said knowing that the only way to get him to say what he is good at is to intimidate him first Even though I only knew him for not too long I know him enough that if you say something that sounds like you are insulting him he will say what you wanted him to say in the first place. "Come on Spencer you know you want to proove yourself worthy speak up dont be shy only my sister can pull it off." Not meaning to actully slam her sister by mistake and sort of compliment her step brother. her sister gave her a glare I gnored it I wanted to say sorry but even in front of little kids it will still look weak to apologize for something that I did not mean.
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