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chancellor cherryclaw Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 4:45 pm
Jack seemed strangely happy today. He blew up half the district, killed hundreds, evaded jail time, and he was able to kill a man with nothing but his left thumb and the floor because the little snot kept throwing rocks at him. Jack was supposed to get a position on the local law enforcement, but something not long before the day of the "District Seven Slaughter" that made him snap; something he is not willing to discuss with anyone except the dead or soon to be dead. Now Jack is nothing but a blood-thirsty maniac bent on killing any sentient being in his sights, and he has the ability to do so.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 1:12 pm
Name: Masal Adnan Gender: Female Age: Seventeen Special Skill: Medicinal Field and Swordplay District: Six Brief Bio: Masal was born in District Six. She has born to her two parents who were apothecaries with foreign threads. She had a relatively find childhood and didn't have to do anything to with the poor people. Masal spent her time learning tricks from her parents with herbs and plants. In the field of fighting, she is a bit clumsy. She holds the idea that she is strong but in realty she isn't that strong. She is good with swordplay but in other fields she is slightly below average. Her father owned an old rifle from way before the Dark Days that he hung above the fireplace back at their house. She once handed it and is better with one of those that actual guns. But what are the chances of her coming across one of those? She is feisty and tends to jump to conclusions faster than she should. She shows interested in fashions and tries to keep in touch with the most latest ones. Along with being feisty, she is loud and competitive. She will pick fights and hold grudges towards people. She speaks with slang terms sometimes. Also she absolutely loves the words 'like' and 'seriously'. Description or Picture: 
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 2:08 pm
Name: Onyx Fray Gender: Female Age: 17 Special Skill: Stealth and Deception - Weapon of choice - None District: 12 Brief Bio: At the age of ten Onyx decided to disguise herself as a guy and working in the mine. When her name was called for the female canidate the people of the village were outraged upon finding out that they'd been fooled. Many wanted justice but the peacemakers decided not to do anything since it was very unlikely that she'd be around much longer anyway. http://hairstyles-pedia.com/img/arts/2010/Sep/30/40/black_hair_highlights_thumb.jpg(Kleo, would Declan know her? Possibly? Since all men and teen boys work in the mine?)
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 5:38 pm
 Ⓜasal ⒶdnanⒹistrict ❻
"A hungry man thinks he won't be satiated, a thirsty man thinks he won't be quenched"
The District Six tribute actually liked all the attention she was getting. The stylists in her opinion might have been dumber than they could come in the field of medicine but what did she care. They knew the latest fashions and were in style! She kicked back comfortably and chatted with them. Her stylist, like most if creepy for one to think about, was an old man. He was attempting to tie a ribbon in her hair. His feathery neon blue hair seemed to bounced as he tried to fix different times. The other members to the crew were working away at her. She waved away the old man as he tried to put the ribbon in her hair again. "It like won't work." She said waving a hand while a girl with pink hair filed her nails down to perfect ovals. He seemed to get the idea. "Oh and don't take this the wrong way but I told my parents I was going to wear this mask my dad bought. Very cool seriously." She said pushing away another person who approached her with facial makeup. The person protested until she pointed towards the half facial mask that was laying on a table. The person got the idea seeing how it would only really cover her eyes.
After getting finished with, Masal was in this dark place where she was told to stand on a platform. Her stylist had told her stories about how good she was going to do and how he was cheering for her. She just gave him a wink and said for him to have all the stories of what was going on while she was in there to tell her when she was done. She placed the mask on her face and gave a small smirk. Okay, she was ready. Ready for whatever they threw at her. She was the strongest around and they had nothing on her. Plus they even couldn't take away the one thing she brought to the Hunger Games, well two actually, her father's mask and her individuality.
"Who gossips you, will gossip of you..."  ☪ 『Think of that! Forever alone... lD"』 ☪ 『Company now! Alone』 ☪ 『 Orange. Octopus. Cake!』
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 5:49 pm
Wisteria stood on edge as the plate shifted a bit. It was getting ready to rise above to the arena, she could tell. Her specialty was fire, which made her laugh a bit, realizing it. The girl from District 12, the girl on fire. She made quite an uproar with the others upon winning and allowing the boy to live. She had some nerve, indeed. It made the girl laugh, not failing in getting odd looks from stylists, their conversations stopping short.
The main stylist looked at her and smiled a bit again. He said how she needed to stay on her toes. She took whatever she could get in knowledge. As mindless as explosives were portrayed, they had math and science to them. With certain variables they wouldn't go off. Ever try throwing a grenade in water? She could assure you, it was no fun. "Thanks you guys." All she had to offer was the faintest of smile that looked scared, tortured. Could she kick a**? Yes. But the odds of her comign out were against her. Of course, the others had just the odds. Go figure.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:42 pm
Onyx sighed as yet another one of her stylists assisstants came at her with a make-up brush, They'd alreday compelty changed her looks and now, right before it was time to go into the arena, they wanted to do final touch ups, just so she'd look her best while trying to survive and kick a**." Okay, we are done. " Fiyero, her stylist, announced, stepping back and admiring his work before it was destoryed in the battle of life and death. the assistants stepped out of the room after saying their good-byes,many shedding more than a few tears. Fiyero embraced her in a friendly hug before lifting her up onto the platform, "Do good out there, and remember I'll be cheering for you." Onyx gave a small wave as the glass tube came down over her and the platform beneith her came to life, in a few seconds she would be lifted into the arena where she would most likely die. she clutched her pendant, an small ankh her father had made for her. (Her pendant: http://www.themysticcorner.com/images/Ankh_Pendant_2.jpg )
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Lykaios of the Shadows Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 7:39 pm
Derric slowly felt the plate begin to rise, and he clenched his fist, giving one last wave to his stylist. Now that he was leaving, he kind of wished he had gotten to know her better. He even smiled at her a bit before he rose above the ground.
Ava jumped as she felt the plate shift and rise under her feet. Her stylist grasped her hand quickly and told her one more time that he knew she would win. The tribute smiled sadly, nodding.
When she had to let go of his hand, it felt like she was letting go of the entire world she had left. It was the last thing that she would see that could comfort her for possibly the rest of her life.
Ava bit back tears as the plate reached the surface, staring around.
Ava and Derric both looked around, their eyes wide. The arena was a wide, giant field. And splitting it into pieces was a huge network of canyons. There was absolutely no cover, save for the trees that lined the border of the arena. It would be an all out free-for-all.
The cornucopia in the middle was packed full of different supplies. Ava rushed forwards, diving for a crossbow that lay near the edge. Derric snatched up a small hunting knife and skirted around the edges of the tributes, looking for anyone he could pick off while their backs were turned.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 8:50 pm
The art of being screwed was the Game's area of concentration. She gulped a bit as the plate rose, then rolled her eyes. "We're all gonna die someday." She murmured. Her parents, her brother, none of them mattered now. What mattered was that she stay alive and not make herself seem like a fool.
What seemed to be the best part of the environment was the temperature. It was highly combustible, the high and dry atmosphere of what would seem to be the setting for now. It would change as long as the Games aimed to be interesting, she knew. The bad part was the availability of ingredients. When the gong went out, people flew to the cornucopia, she stayed there and bent down. A hand went to the soil and she licked it. Almost immediately a smile spred upon her face. Copper. Perfect.
After hanging back, she decided it was time to run. She looked at what was left and went for a plastic water canteen. Water canteens were perfect. So close to getting it, she swooped down quickly and got up with it, looking behind her back. She started to run, the canteen wedged in her arms.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:22 pm
Ⓜasal ⒶdnanⒹistrict ❻
"A hungry man thinks he won't be satiated, a thirsty man thinks he won't be quenched"
She was thrown off balance when her platform started to move. She put a hand to the mask and looked down at her stylist group who were chatting amongst each other. The only one who had the sense to wave her a good bye was the old man that headed it. She gave him a wave back and a thump on her chest by her heart.
Masal was taken off guard when she saw what the field layout was. A field with a canyon, there were few trees. She would be probably be at a big disadvantage knowing there were be few places for her to hide in hopes not to be seen and the plants may not be to her liking. She caught a glimpse around and saw one girl lick at the dirt. She couldn't help but chuckle. What was that girl planning to get out of that?
The Cornucopia stood in the middle with its gifts flowing over. She gave a smirk and dashed off it. She planned it grab at least one thing before leaving. Her hands groped blindly as she swiveled her head to make sure nobody was going to attack her. Of course it was a stupid plan but she had to get something before she bolted. Her hand found a few things before she took over across the fields. The canyons! She could easily hide there somewhere. Maybe if she found a cave in one of the walls or something. She managed to steal a glance at a girl who grabbed a crossbow. That made the District Six tribute will her legs to run faster. She had turned her head around to make sure nobody was going to attack her from behind. Since she wasn't paying attention to what was in front of her, made her trip over a large stone in her way. She rolled over and onto the ground. A mistake on her part.
Her items were dropped on the ground. She gathered them back up to find that it was a simple knife, box of matches and a small pouch. She slipped the knife and the matches in the pouch before running off again hoping she didn't attract to much attention to herself. But then again, she was a star and the center point. People should be wanting to watch her. At least the ones at home. She would come up with something to do to the other tributes. She just needed a few minutes to think it over.
"Who gossips you, will gossip of you..." ☪ 『Think of that! I should be in a frickin' circus or something.』 ☪ 『Company now! Alone』 ☪ 『 Orange. Octopus. Cake!』
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 4:05 pm
She had not noticed many of the other Tributes, but Wisty simply ran. Her lungs were aching for breath, and the slightest tinge was felt in her stomach. Why can't the cardio she neglected to do help?
Looking back, she looked at a girl who beared a mask. Was she district six? She never knew, despite the fact it was probably somewhere on the article of clothing. She had tripped and fallen, making her pause. She felt as if it would be nice to form at least some sort of friendship. But like a lightbulb, she lit up and ran. This was the hunger games, and there were no friends that wouldn't end up dead at the end, given she was qualified for winning.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:05 am
Name: Aria Renee Sharp Gender: Female Age: 13 Special Skill: Bow and Arrow & Knives District: Five Brief Bio: Although district five is considered a career district by most people, Aria is definetly not a career. She's five-foot-two and weighs 93 pounds. Her parents trained her and her little sister as careers until she was ten, then they both died from disease a few months apart. Afterwards, Aria had to provide for herself and her sister. Since she had been handed everything on a silver platter before, she wasn't used to it. But thanks to her training in knives and archery, and her good climbing and running skills, she managed. Her sister's only a year younger than Aria, but Aria had to grow up fast to provide for them. At the reaping, they called her sister's name, but Aria volunteered. Now she's here. Description or Picture: 
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:26 am
xoxoxoxoxoxoAria ○ Renee ○ Sharp xoxoxo Aria waved to her stylist as the glass tube closed around her. She clutched onto her token, a pendant given to her by her best friend. I'm probably never going to see her again... Then she turned to find whatever arena awaited her. It was a vast field, with a canyon to one side, and few trees, bt that was as far as she could see. There could be anything further than that. Well, climbing and hiding is out. The gong sounded, and she started running as fast as she could to get to the cornucopia. She saw a girl with a mask trip on a rock District Six, I think, and another girl looked like she was in pain from running. At least I'm good at running.. Aria made it to the cornucopia, and quickly grabbed the second and last bow and last quiver of arrows. Then she grabbed a knife. She wasn't good at hand-to-hand combat, so then she started running. She looked back just in time to watch a knife whiz over her head. She stopped short and watched it dig into the ground about five yards in front of her. She ran to the knife, pulled it out of the ground, and tucked it in her belt with the other one. She flung the quiver over her shoulder, grabbing an arrow, and loaded her bow. She kept running, the knife in her belt. She was running through a barren field until she reached a small cluster of trees. Yes.. She climbed up one near the middle, making it pretty high, and sat there.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 1:30 pm
Running. And running. And running. She had spotted a district five girl run to the trees, so she avoided them like the plague. Besides the enemy lurking, the tracker jackers would be a pain if she found any.
A rock was not too far away from where she was, one big enough to hide behind. She ran in a loop to avoid being seen or, well, heard. The arena this year was far too wide to go too far without a good amount of water. She looked down at the canteen and smiled a bit. It was a good start. She screwed the lid off of it and gently pored a spoonful onto the dirt and formed a clod. Copper was a good element, one that was explosive. But the thing she needed was bark. She growled and shook her head. She'd have to risk it; kill or be killed, right?
She was debating on pouring out the water, but it looked as if the land was nearly devoid of it. The dirt clod was mashed in one hand and the canteen was against her back as she ran. Ran until she found a similar patch of trees, one that, she hoped, was free of people. From the first tree she pulled off some bark and worked at it even more until she had a good amount.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 7:22 pm
xoxoxoxoxoxoAria ○ Renee ○ Sharp xoxoxo Aria climbed a little further up the tree, until she didn't dare to climb any more. From where she sat, she could see most of the action going on, and no one could see her. She saw a girl run to another patch of trees. She was too far away to be sure, but she thought that the girl was from District Twelve. xoxoxoShe set her bow on her lap, and started to fiddle with her hair. Her stylist had put it in a short french braid, her bangs still hanging in front of her face. A purple ribbon was tied in a bow at the end. She untied the ribbon and then tied it back, knotting it twice before she put it back in a bow. I want to keep this as long as i can.. Then she started to think about her stylist. It was a small, skinny woman with bright blue skin and long bright pink hair. She wished she had gotten to know her better.xoxoxoAria's hand immediately went to her pendant. She closed her eyes and whispered a prayer. "Please, let them be safe, all of them..." Her best friend had promised to take care of her sister. Then, she tucked the pendant under her shirt and picked up her bow and reloaded it. "Now I'm here, all I have to do is survive." She whispered to herself. Easier said than done.. [{(OutOfCandy)}]
I am in love with the series!!(:
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:30 pm
Ⓜasal ⒶdnanⒹistrict ❻
"A hungry man thinks he won't be satiated, a thirsty man thinks he won't be quenched"
Masal stole a glance when she felt eyes on her. It was a tribute from, damn she couldn't tell what district. She was to busy chatting with her stylists to pay attention to anything outside of the fact that she was in the Capitol and she was talking to some of the most classy and stylish people around in her life. She nearly facepalmed and cussed out loud. The tribute was a girl that paused for a moment to stare at her before running away. It was the girl that was licking the ground earlier. "I'mma like call her dirt girl." She said to herself pointing at finger at the retreating figure. Hell, she hoped that she would stay away from dirt girl because she seemed like she knew what she was doing.
Then an idea slapped the district six tribute straight dab in the face. Alliance! The word screamed out at her and poisoned her blood. She would and could attempt to form an alliance with the other tributes that were still at the Cornucopia.
With her hands raised above her head and a smirk presenting itself on her face she walked back to the golden centerpiece that poured out multiple things of use. "Yo, I want an alliance bud." She yelled. If this went wrong, then she could just be reincarnated as one of those wolf-hybrids from a few years back. The thought of her being part wolf sparkled and shimmered in her mnd. Totally cool, even if she didn't like animals. But even with the thought of an alliance proposed, she stuck her hand into the pouch that was around her neck with a string and gripped the knife for safety.
"Who gossips you, will gossip of you..." ☪ 『Think of that! Lol. Imma be Austrian, whatever that is.』 ☪ 『Company now! Herp a derp, tributes』 ☪ 『 Orange. Octopus. Cake!』
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