Welcome to Gaia! ::

So this is one of my first times roleplaying, at least on Gaia. sweatdrop So PLEASE be patient with me. I saw there was nothing open so I just created one.

Rules ;;
No killing off another person's character, at least not without consent of the character's owner.

No God-mode-ing (idk how to spell it, it's been a long time, friends. sweatdrop ). As in, you can't walk around, get caught in an explosion, and walk out without a scratch. gonk

And I guess that's it. whee
And, btw, this is before the whole thing with the Mockingjay Revolution ever happened. (Obviously, because then why would we be having Hunger Games?)


District Male Female
1 O O
2 O O
3 O O
4 O O
5 O O
6 O O
7 O O
8 O O
9 O O
10 O O
11 O X
12 X X

Alex ;; 15 ;; District Twelve

Alex woke up from an nightmare he's had since he was eight; him getting killed the same way his brother was. Air filled his coal lined lungs, the District mood hanging heavy over his head. The sky outside his window was dark and cloudy, as if the weather knew exactly what day it was. His stomach churned into a knot. No doubt his mom was still in bed, recounting her older son's untimely death on The Hunger Games. His heart beat faster at the thought of it. He could remember Daniel's death: bloody, gruesome, and depressing. He was only twelve. Alex was eight then. And he watched him being ripped apart by mutts.
He didn't want to get up. He wanted to lie there, and pretend his whole life was a nightmare, and if he just lay in bed, he wouldn't have to face it. But he did. Even if he didn't care if he got himself killed, his mother would never leave her room without him. So he got up.
He dressed first. In a white, crisp button-down, and black slacks, he looked like his father, who killed himself after Daniel's death. A sour taste filled his mouth. He never liked thinking of his dad. He abandoned them, leaving his frail mother and eight year old Daniel. Daniel roamed near the fence of the woods, and eventually went under it. He was skilled with traps and snares, but he could barely reach a knife if the things he caught were still alive. Nowadays, he was less tentative. But he always took no more to keep them both alive. And he took out tesserae the day he turned twelve, though his mother begged him not to, crying about how she couldn't let her baby Daniel die, oh please, don't die Daniel, please...
He reached her room and saw his mother curled up under the bankets. He yelled "Mother, Reaping Day!" and slammed the day. He had learned years before that she wasn't going to get up from a nudge.


Lavender ;; 18 ;; District Eleven
Lavender was up and about long before her other four siblings.
This was her last year in the reaping!
She was so happy, even though she had so much more of a chance than all the other years.
And she knew she was being selfish, being glad about it. She wasn't going to be the one taking out tesserae anymore. It would be her younger brother, Joshua, who was sixteen and frail for his age. When he was six he was diagnosed with a severe form of asthma, and he had trouble breathing while even walking. And the next youngest sibling was nine years old. So there was nobody else to take his place, until he was too old to even volunteer.
First she got dressed in her comfy house outfit, which she washed every week to save water. And then she made an oatmeal type soup out of tesserae grain, enough for her entire family. That would put a smile on her father's face.
She heard a scuffling noise behind her and jumped to see her brother's face. She sighed in relief and offered him the bowl.
"Thanks." He said, walking to the small table and sitting in a plastic chair.
After a while, the whole family sat down. She dressed Ali, her six year old sister, and Ian, who was seven, and helped Jo, her nine year old brother, and Don, his twin, pick out an outfit.
She picked out a gray wool dress sweater she inherited for her mom and they head out for the square.

But I don't want to jump in there when you're all the way there, without a back story or anything and I don't even know what districts have filled up. surprised

I guess I'll go and see where you are again. I'm still kinda iffy about joining.

( may i join? the others are too into it already, and catching up would just be to cunfusing to me) smile

Ivy
District: 7 Lumber and Wood
Age: 15

I woke up and saw that I never made it home. I was still lying in a patch of moss by the woods after my shift. Huh, so much for my best friend Ash. Oh well, she never really remembers to do anything I ask her to do. I picked up my axe, walked to the Town Square and realized it was jam-packed with people. The Reaping. I completely forgot! I raced around the large podium and made my way to an empty space in the ever going line. People were staring at me funny until I realized I still had my axe in my hand. I put it on the ground awkwardly and waited to hear the man recite the people to be in the Games. I didn't even bother looking for my dad or older brother. They probably didn't even notice I was gone last night. When Cypress, the man at the podium read the name for the boy to be drawn in is Titum, I have a sudden flashback...(to be continued)

Luke -- Age 12 -- District 8

The sun slowly peeked out over the horizon, filling the world with a soft light. With a sigh of relief, Luke untangled himself from the mess of blankets on his bed. He hadn't slept at all. The entire night was spent tossing and turning and worrying. This was the first Reaping Day in which one of those little slips of paper would have the name "Luke" written on it. He knew his chances of actually getting chosen were- thankfully- very low, but the worry and fear came none the less. It didn't help that his dad was a previous Victor. All his life, Luke had grown up hearing about the horrors his father had faced. It was only natural for him to be scared out of his mind.
Slowly, he got dressed and went to the kitchen. His dad was there, still in the exact same position he had been in last night. One of his hands cupped around his head, the other gripping a bottle of beer. Ever since Luke's mom had committed suicide, his father had started drinking more and more. Especially on Reaping Day. Luke did his best to smile. "Morning, Dad." A grunt was all he got in reply. With a sigh, Luke set about making breakfast for the both of them.

(((Sorry to break it to you, but there are already two people from D. 12. )))