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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 1:50 pm
| The Avenue of Tributes |
Along this long stretch of road is the very center of the Capitol. Here is famously known for where the Tributes of the Hunger Games are paraded down in their chariots. Whenever the Hunger Games are not going on this area is opened for the public to wander or pass by but once the Games come around it is closed off to be prepped for the parade.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:40 pm
GINGER ICECRYSTAL
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After about five minuttes of looking at my self yet again I was herded out of the room.Feeling a ich on my nose I scracted it.I was a bit anxious I looked around the hallways were so preety.I rubbed my hands down my dress I loved.I kept walking to the speed Of the 4 peacekeepers around me.I put on a big smile.And kept walking then when I got to the tribute parade arena I smiled It was so big so many people then I was usherd to a little barn like house area.
When I was in there there were 24 horses and two on one chariot each just like when you have to watch it.All the horses were so preety looking as I went by the district two horses I pet the nose of one of them It was my first time petting a horse I smiled lagging behind a little I did a quick 2 yard stick speed walk getting back close to the front peacekeepers.I looked at how beutiful the horses were the electric districts horse had patches just like a electricity were flowing threw it.And once I came to the horses That will be pulling our chariots I smiled they said they were newer horses just last hunger games they got them.Oh they were huge black horses.
I looked at the horse straight in the eye it had a tamed wildness to it that I loved about it.I sighed the horse reminded me about my pet lynx snow she was so wild but loving and tamed.When I was done thinking about snow I had a even bigger smile on my face from the nice memories she had with her pet.Just then the trainers I think thats what they are told me that I have to get up on the chariot.I looked up the horse was huge and so was the chariot probrably a good 2-3 feet Higher then my head.I gulped.I stepped on the stepping stool and jumped in the chariot.The trainer pointed to the right side of the chariot for were I was suppose to sit I sat down.
I brushed my dress down and brushed the hair out of my face and stayed smileing.Then I focused in on my ring and how it sparkled.Just then thomas sat down.He looked very cleaned up but I am sure I looked the same.I smiled at him and turned my head.Then gigled a bit."You dont seem like someone to wear fancy clothing."Just then the chariot jerked and I watched as the outher tributes chariots move out district 1's then district 2's 8's 11's and finally our I got nervous a bit and started to smile this huge smile and tapped the floor.
Bang we were out of the barnish house and into this kaos square.I smiled and looked around they were cheering for her and outher tributes of course I became less nervous and wounderd what we were supposed to do I saw the other tributes wave and other such.So I smiled and looked at all the people and started to wave and I spontaniously just getting the feeling I should threw blow kisses into the audiance. I watched on the big screen as they brodcasted My beutiful dress shimmering and then it cought my face and I waved and smiled.I saw some capitol people looking around looking as if not sure who to cheer for I blew them I few kisses and saw them cheered.
The place was all decoritive red and black and all sorts of colored ribbons highlighted the fences and chairs.I looked on ahead and saw bubbles flowing threw the air I smiled "Wow there must be a tribute with bubbles."I said to thomas catching one on my tongue and it popping. I wiped the taste out of my mouth and continued smiling as people cheered for me I continued waving of course getting some what tierd with my hand wving back and forth.I blew some more kisses and let the cheering go deep into my thoughts this might keep me going knowing that someone is cheering for me while in the arena.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:22 pm
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▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ Ｍｏｒｒｉｇａｎ Ｌｅｎｅ Ｒａｖｉｎｅ x❤xxＤｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ Ｆｉｖｅ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ My brooding mood was pushed aside when I entered the remake center, being quickly replaced by pain and displeasure. The way my hair was pulled, ripped, and cut made me increasingly more irritated. I wasn't normally such a downer, but having been cast into the Hunger Games wasn't the most happiest thing that could happen either. I guess anger was just how I was handling the shock of what had happened. It could be worse though, my brother could be here with me competing, so I held onto that thought, making sure to stay relieved that I was the only one called into the games.
The stylists were quite cheerful, and it was quite difficult to grasp. What about throwing children into an area to fight to the death could possibly please them? It was so absurd that not even I had a rational explanation for this, but these were Capitol folk, so why would I even bother figuring out an explanation for the atrocities they commit every year. It also stunned me that they waste so much resources that back at home, we take great care to preserve. They leave things plugged in, the water running, and don't even bother or care to make sure they're saving energy. Back in district five, we, of course, had plenty of energy, but if too much was used, we could be seriously penalized. We were told that the Capitol needs it more than we do, but that is obviously not the case. They wasted anything and everything.
Although I had every right to hate these people, I felt that I didn't mind their presence. Their happy chatting about mindless hobbies and events made me feel like I was somewhere else. The only exception to this was the constant frown the woman, Lune, wore on her face while she worked on my hair, making sure that each braid she created was absolutely perfect. Julius on the other hand, was just as positive as the rest of the group. By the time they had finished with both Tao's and my costume, I saw Lune smile for the first time.
Standing on the Chariot beside my partner in our amazingly brilliant costumes, I'd never felt so strong or powerful in my life. Speckles of gold and silver outlined our eyes, and the long flowing dress that I wore felt like nothing I had ever put on before. It was the first time I'd ever felt truly beautiful, and I was going to embrace the feeling while it lasted.
Ahead of us stood the district four tributes, them looking as though their legs had disappeared under a waterfall, and when their chariot had begun moving, ours followed soon after. I looked at Tao and gave him a hopeful smile while imitating the hand gesture he had given during the reaping. Partners until the end was what I truly wanted to say, but I think he understood just by my raised fist. I lowered my arm and took his hand, remembering that Julius had given us specific instructions on being alluring. I wasn't quite sure how to do that, but I'd do my best to let it show through. I felt my face soften, but my eyes remained fierce as the screams and cheers of the crowd surrounded us. I was instantly overwhelmed by the attention that we received, but I remained perfectly composed. Once our magnificent colors began their color transitions, the crowd cheered even more loudly, as if that were even possible. It made me feel ethereal, and I imagined myself up in the clouds, looking down upon my loyal subjects. The slightest hint of a smile shown at the corner of my mouth.
As quickly as the chariot parade had begun, it had ended. The other chariots with their tributes soon arrived after us, and the only one that caught my immediate attention was the two from district seven, with their fluttering butterflies all around them. A couple taps on a microphone caught my attention, and I instantly looked up to see the face of President Orion. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Ｈｅａｌｔｈ ▪ 100/100
Ｈｕｎｇｅｒ ▪ 100/100
Ｔｈｉｒｓｔ ▪ 100/100
Ａｌｌｉａｎｃｅ ▪ Tao [D5]
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ▪ Chariot
Ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ▪ Nothing
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:21 pm
 I was drawn. Pulled away from my family and friends. I had to sit there and watch as my mother, father, brother and most importantly my sister cried over me. I was put on a very fancy train to befriend a complete stranger which I did. I was sent to the remake center where I was waxed, and plucked of every unwanted body hair. It was done all for this one moment. This was it. This would be when most people in the capitol chose their favorite district. I was placed here in this chariot next to Doc. My partner, my new friend, my life line. I clenched his hand tight almost squeezing it actually. His hand was wet from sweat. I guess he was more nervous than I. I stood in heals way to high for my liking but if the capitol enjoyed seeing me dressed like this, then so be it. I would wear a duck mask if I had to. Jake came up to us one more time giving us last minute adjustments. 'Smile and wave.' He said before taking my free hand and kissing it. 'you two look breath taking.' He said before turning on my dress. It slowly began to grow and shrink. I looked at it in amazement. I replayed all the things so far that had gotten me here. From the time I could remember. Then the one image that burned in my mind. 'I volunteer!' The words that I stated ever so slightly. I looked infront of us. There stood the district 8 tributes. They looked marvelous. Standing here I had never felt so nervous in my life. It was scary the thought that in a very few short days she would be fighting to the death with a bunch of vicious animals. With a slight tug she felt the chariot began to move and looked over her shoulder at Curtis scared. 'It's okay.' He mouthed. Or atleast I think that's what he mouthed. The music and the roaring of the capitol was to loud to hear over. I looked over at Doc and smiled kissing him lightly on the cheek. Not soon after we had began to move, the thousands of people of the capitol were visible. I smiled watching them. I couldn't help myself. I began to feel confident. I caught a glimpse of myself on screen and I looked amazing. I really looked like wheat. I waved at the people and blew them kisses as they threw me flowers. I caught it and blew a kiss in the general direction the flower was thrown. I then looked at the direction I knew the camera would be and signed. 'I Love You Ko.' to my sister and blew a kiss directly at the screen. I began to feel the chariot come to a slow hault. I heard the roar of the crowed and smiled. They continued to throw flowers at us.The other tributes began to come around and I knew that the parade was coming to an end. I heard a few taps on a microphone and someone clear their throat and looked up at President Orion. Yes, now I knew the parade was at an end. I looked at the monitor catching the glimpse of the waterfalls and smiled slightly. Then I saw them, the two from district twelve. The girl looked fearless and so did the guy she was with. They both had dark brown hair and beautiful eyes. Maybe I should take them on as alliances. I thought to myself. 'No......I can't take them on by looks alone. I would wait until we came to training. Then I would see who they really were. I turned my attention back to President Orion. My attention now locked on him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:38 pm
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⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Ａｌｃｈｅｍｙ Ｖｉｏｌｅｔ Ｒｏｗｌｉｎｇ x★xxＤｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ Ｓｉｘ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ Fully alive ⋆
More than most ⋆
Ready to smile, and love life ⋆ Meeting with our stylists had been quite an interesting experience and I found myself rather adoring of Charme, who had done such a nice job on our metallic costumes. Silver speckles covered my arms and legs, and I could only barely recall that the same had been done with my hair. It wa in strange up-do, and there had been small pieces of metal sticking out at different angles. I literally looked like a train wreck, but in this case, it was a good thing. My brother wore a sharp suit and I couldn't help but giggle every time I saw him in it. I'd never seen him wearing one and he definitely wasn't the type who would want to. His face was absolutely priceless, and it shed a little light over the fact that in a few days we'd be competing in a death match.
Charme directs us both onto our chariot, completely decked out in silver and wheels. She instructed me to be cheery and happy, and my brother to appear protective and serious. I agreed with a small smile, and she wished the both of us luck as our chariots begin to move. The moment the crowd came into my view, I wrapped an arm around my brothers and began waving happily at everyone in the crowd. Charme was right. This was easy for me to do. I had been nervous that I would be too awestruck by my surroundings to do anything, but I kept my mind focused on reuniting with my bed in district six and that made it easy to pretend that I was truly happy.
The ride was quite quick, but at the same time it seemed to take forever. I was glad that it ended so soon, for the realization for what I had volunteered myself up for was starting to get to me, and as the President loomed even closer and closer, the more I felt my cheeriness faltering. As we circled the stage of where the evil leader of all of Panem stood, I could feel myself fighting back tears that threatened to show themselves through my cheery facade.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Ｈｅａｌｔｈ ⋆ 100/100
Ｈｕｎｇｅｒ ⋆ 100/100
Ｔｈｉｒｓｔ ⋆ 100/100
Ａｌｌｉａｎｃｅ ⋆ Base [D6]
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ⋆ Chariot
Ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ⋆ Nothing
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:38 pm
lunaloves him. I love that post it was great xd I love how you talk about my character I am gonna reply back now and end the ride for my chracter now xd. GINGER ICECRYSTAL
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I continued blowing kisses as much as I can then I started to see all the chariots pull in and all the tributes looked amazing personally.It might have been just my personality thinking thoe because must Tributes right now are looking at each other as prey and if You think the prey is preety most likly the prey will eat you first before you are done admireing it.As I looked down the rows of tributes I catch the eye of the tribute female of district 9.My face hardens a bit and I catch her eyes hardening my face was the only way not to cry I could never kill this kid.Then I thought perhaps I could allie with her if she needs it.I smile at her to let her know its ok then Wave at the crowd one last time before District 11's chariot pulls in then Ours.When we pull in I look at the kid again she was to small to just die the youngest out of all tributes.Then I looked away before she thinks that I was stareing at her like a hawk thinking about her as a easy tribute to pick off.Taking me out of thout the president taps on his microphone and I know that the parade is over thoe I continue with me cute smile My eyes tell the story to any tribute which whom are smarter then the capitol that I am serious but my smile only thing that probrably shows to the capitol.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:50 pm
DΛDDY Ѡ♡ŔҠS Λ [Ŀ♡ИƓ] DΛY.
ĤƐ'ĿĿ ßƐ Ƈ♡MĪИƓ Ĥ♡MƐ ĿΛƬƐ, ĤƐ'S Ƈ♡MĪИƓ Ĥ♡MƐ ĿΛƬƐ.
ΛИD ĤƐ'S ßŔĪИƓĪИƓ MƐ Λ DΛŔҠ SƱŔṖŔĪSƐ.
'ƇΛƱSƐ DĪИИƐŔ'S ĪИ ƬĤƐ {ҠĪƬƇĤƐИ} ΛИD ĪƬ'S ṖΛƇҠƐD ĪИ ĪƇƐ.·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•. FĪѴƐ ĪИ ƬĤƐ ƇĤΛMßƐŔ.•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙Rosemary did not at all want to be here, standing behind and just to the side of her father as they watched the chariots pass down the Avenue. But the young woman put on her soft smile and raised her hand ever so slightly before the parade began, gaining cheers from her many unwanted admirers. She smiled at them, gritting her teeth behind her closed lips and setting her face in a serene calm. Then the parade started and she turned her eyes to the Avenue, watching as all of the tributes began their ride towards Hell. They were all very radiant, it seemed. The Stylist did well this year, Rosemary felt. But then it was too bad that those pretty outfits would only help two of them.
As the parade came to an end Rosemary glanced at her sister, who seemed to thoroughly be enjoying this, then at her father, with his stoic, cold gaze. As she often did, Rosemary wondered what it was he was thinking about. Was he satisfied with himself? Was he feeling guilty, happy, or anxious? Rosemary would have no way of knowing, she was never able to read her father as well as she could everyone else. And so, with a sigh, she turned her eyes back towards the chariots and tried to admire them. Trying being the key word. It was all just so... Horrid. It made her want to scream, watching all these poor kids being cheered to the executions. The girl kept up a brave face, though, and when the Chariots stopped and her father moved to speak, Rosemary sat down in the large, plush chair that had been designated her and crossed her ankles, watching and listening to every little thing around her. ·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•. Ɠ♡Ƭ Λ ßƱĿĿƐƬ? .•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙ΛĿĿ ƬĤƐ ♡ƬĤƐŔ ҠĪDS ѠĪƬĤ ƬĤƐ ṖƱMṖƐD ƱṖ [ҠĪƇҠS] Y♡Ʊ'D ßƐƬƬƐŔ ŔƱИ, ßƐƬƬƐŔ ŔƱИ, ♡ƱƬŔƱИ MY ƓƱИ.
ΛĿĿ ƬĤƐ ♡ƬĤƐŔ ҠĪDS ѠĪƬĤ ƬĤƐ {ṖƱMṖƐD} ƱṖ ҠĪƇҠS Y♡Ʊ'D ßƐƬƬƐŔ ŔƱИ, ßƐƬƬƐŔ ŔƱИ, FΛSƬƐŔ ƬĤΛИ MY ßƱĿĿƐƬ......ll OOC ll: Outfit
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:54 pm
Ṽision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare. Şo here we are, fighting and trying to hide the scars.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye.
The lonely road, the one that I should try to walk alone.
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye. Ͼ Ṧậřǟṅḗ Ṓṝïąňȇ Ẍấὴṫħĭş Ͽ ~Ͽ*Ͼ~ As I entered the Avenue, I looked down at my sparkling shoes. I guess Azalias had just turned them on, because I don't remeber them glowing before. As Azalias adjusted small details that I was sure that no one would notice, I thought about how much my life had changed. I used to be worrying about what my grades were in school, now I was more concerened about staying alive and making it back home safe. I glanced over at Ezekiel. I couldn't tell how he was feeling about this, he was pretty good at masking how he felt. I nervously wrung my hands as Azalias finished perfecting the details. She smiled at us, and I could tell despite the fact that she was one of the people that found these Games amusing, she looked like she almost wanted us to live. Of course, my mind could just be playing tricks on me. Regardless of why she was smiling, I smiled back softly, more preoccupied with the thought of how I was going to live. I had no clue how I should act. Should I pretend to be weak and quiet, so others would leave me alone and forget about me in the arena? Or should I be my usual, smart*ss, sarcastic self? After thinking for a few minutes, I decided I should be myself, but attempt to be completely mediocre in every way. So the others will ignore me. I looked down at my shimmering dress, I knew it would start glowing soon.
Azalias gestured for us to get on the chariot, I noticed the small details about it. The horses were dark colored, constrasting with the light chariot. The moment I stood on the chariot, I grabbed Ezekiel's hand, I needed someone's support to get through this nightmare. Since we were near the front, I didn't have very long to calm down before our chariot began moving forwards. I wiped the worry off my face and began to smile and wave with my free hand. I pretened to look like I was having the time of my life and that the Capitol was the place I wanted to be, just like Russell had told me too. When I had the time to glance down, I noticed that my dress was glowing, not too harsh that it would be tacky, but just enough so we would be noticed. I looked back up, my confidence rising. Who knew? Maybe I could actually win this thing. Maybe I could come home safe and alive, I could prove my mother and father wrong, and I could be with Alighya and Dante. I smiled as I thought of my siblings. I began to wonder how they felt, watching their sister glow and eventually fight for her life. I sighed and shook off the thought. I looked back towards the crowd, they looked hilarious with their colored skin and hair. I kept smiling and waving, I even blew a few kisses to humor them. The crowd loved it, I could barely refrain from laughing, the crowd was acting like total idiots. I continued smiling, blowing kisses, and looking at sweet and nice as I could.
As soon as it started, the chariot ride ended. Of course I continued to blow kisses even when out chariot stopped. I looked around and studied the Tributes. The one thing that caught my eye was the District 9 girl, she looked so young and innocent. I hated it when children were forced to fight to the death. Nothing else seemed to really jump out at me, there were the two from 6, they looked so much alike, I couldn't help but wonder if they were related, and the two from 12 looked pretty confident, of course it could easily be fake, they could possibly be barely refraining from bawling their eyes out. I barely refrained from sighing, I could possibly have to kill any of these people. I turned back towards the screen and began smiling and looking as cheerful as possible yet again. ~Ͽ*Ͼ~ "Ҭo give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift.” Ṧo why are you so eager to betray?
Pick the pieces up, pick the pieces up.
So why are you the one that walks away?
Pick the pieces up, pick the pieces up, pick the pieces up. Out Of Calamari...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:46 pm
Super Paperclip To answer your question: Yup yup it means "Dreaming a Nightmare"  Standing on the 「 rooftops 」xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⇉ WAIT ✶ UNTIL THE BOMB DROPSxxxxxx» - - -This is all we got now xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxScream until your heart stops ↓↓xxxx████████████████████  After bidding adieu to Scarlett for now, Venus had let herself be led out of the Remake Center. Or as she would from now on call it, the House of Dark Beauty. Residence: The dark side of beauty. Ah her interpretations could just be terrible some times. But she really hoped she wouldn't have to go back after the parade. But she knew she shouldn't be dreaming. Instead as she walked, she grew accustomed to the heels under her feet. Still was a little awkward. But at least she didn't feel like an idiot walking in them. Well, not as much. At least through out the walk, she didn't feel like she was being watched. When we stepped out of the building and out into the familiar road that would soon hold the tribute parade. Oh boy would she hate this. Not a single cell in her brain told her she wouldn't. But would she show it? Not one bit. They needed sponsors. And if she had to put up an act for it, so be it.
When she walked up to the chariot of 11 she looked at the horse and felt small twinge of fear. Really it was natural. Who wouldn't be slightly scared of a powerful animal that could crush her? But she also felt a respect for the horse. It was a beautiful animal. Though she thought it's natural beauty was obscured by the glimmer and sparkle of the Capitol's chariot. She stepped onto the chariot as was instructed and took a breath to keep herself relaxed. Showing these people just how hostile she really was, was a sure way to get them to all hate her. When Bentley had stepped onto the chariot beside her, she glanced over and smiled in encouragement. Whether he needed it or not, it was always good to give reassurance in a time of stress than to assume the other person didn't need it. She didn't exactly want to be a jerk. When the chariot pulled forward with a start, her hand found the edge of it for balance. Venus looked around them, seeing all the different colours of the people of the capitol. All the shining and shimmering lights. It gave her a headache, making her almost dizzy. "How do they not give themselves migraines?" She muttered under her breath to Bentley but smiled.
Ahead of them she saw the other districts playing their own part. It was quite amusing, especially that the crowd loved it so. Their minds must be as ditzy and bubbly as their outfits. They couldn't possibly wear those things all the time could they? God, if she had to, she would go mad before a week was up. Despite her contempt for the jelly beans around her, Venus smiled. And waved. And showed outwardly her confidence and relaxed composure. The only really true part about the act. Because every act had it's roots in the truth. But that wasn't the only one. About midway through the relatively short parade, she found her hand slipping into Bentley's. Half for her own assurance that she was was not, in fact, alone in this. They passed one of the screens and she glanced to see their outfits shimmering. Mixing like the greens of spring and summer. A facade really. But she did not protest.
Instead she played along. And when the end of the ride came, she raised her head and eyes up to look where the President and his daughters sat. Hiding the true anger at the sight of the man who let these horrid games go one every new year. Her eyes strayed to the man's daughters. She wondered if they shared a same fascination for the terrible things their father condoned. Or if the President ever thought about his own children in the games. Of course, that would never happen. They were citizens of the Capitol. How could that ever happen? Still, she wondered, if just one year, the Capitol children were entered into a reaping of their own. That year, Venus would be a happy, happy person. Though, she did catch something familiar glint in the eye of one daughter (Rosemary) and in that one moment, she respected that one Capitol citizen. Maybe not everyone was okay with the Games in this forsaken city.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:41 pm
Bentley Marioth | District 11 The movement-restricting outfit was back on, and it was show time. Well, sorta. It was time for Venus and I to be showcased to all of Panem for the first time, and we needed to make an impression. I'm sure Venus is aware of such, as I've told her a few times already... I can't wait to see her again...I took the elevator down to the Make-over floor, a few levels below ground-level, where I would be escorted to the parade which us tributes would be staring in. The elevator doors opened to stylist rushing, and tributes following. So much commotion, I was honestly a bit lost... I take 2 steps out of the elevator an- "Bentley!!!" That yell was none other than Scarlett, my stylist. "I had no idea where you went! Venus is already at her chariot! Follow me, and hurry!" I rushed after her in awkward motions, provoked by the stiff feel of the costume. Multiple turns and a ramp going up led us to a big hanger-like room where each district's chariot awaited them. Venus was standing out of the chariot, looking at the horses, yet not getting close enough to give one a pet. I looked at Scarlett, nodded, and ran over to Venus. She began to take a step into to chariot, but looked a little shaky on her circus-act of shoes, so I came up from behind to help her up. I lightly grabbed her arm, hoping not to scare her too much. Only a quick jolt and instant eye-contact came from this shock. The look grew to a slight smile between both of us as I helped her up into her seat. Once she was safe off her heels, I followed, taking a seat next to her. Right next to her. Hopefully not too close for comfort I think. She looks forward, obviously a little nervous for what lies ahead. "Hey Venus, remember, this is the first time Panem will be seeing us. Look strong. I'm here for you." She said nothing, but rather answered with a nod of the head and a convincing smile. I look back from Venus' smile to the left of me, where Scarlett stood, looking at the other tribute's attire. "You know, you really did an amazing job. Thank you for really making us the shine of the show." I don't know what had gotten into me, but it was strong words of support and gratitude for everyone around me today. Thank you, Bentley. She said. It wasn't a tone of excitement, nor joy. Sounded more like pain for some reason. Maybe I was just delusional. "Attention tributes! Chariots will begin their journey down the avenue in exactly 2 minutes. All tributes take your places on your district-labeled chariots. I repeat, 2 minutes until the parade will begin.""This is it, Venus. Chin-up. Let's make an impression." In no time, our chariot begins to roll and Venus and I rise to our feet. Venus grabs the edge of the chariot for balance, but I have no such desire. I felt strong in the knees. I was excited. I thought about grabbing Venus' hand... You know... to give her balance. I mean, she DID murmur something about being dizzy, or having a headache or something... But I decided that it was, well, too risky... So I just stood straight up in strong posture, smiling and waving to the crowd. I looked over at Venus and she looked beautiful as always... BUT most importantly, she looked comfortable and even enthusiastic as she waved her hand at the audience. Nearly halfway through the ride, my right hand found it's way into the left hand of Venus. I honestly had no idea how this happened. Did I grab her hand? Did she grab mine? All I knew is that our hands were inter-locked, and I had never felt more confident. I gave her hand a squeeze as I shined a new, bigger, better, more natural smile. The ride continued as such, until we met our end at the command of a dead-end and a very important family looking down on us from above. The president and his daughters. I wasn't sure if Venus wanted her hand back or not, but I certainly didn't want it to leave my grasp. I looked over at my surprise to see her dead locked on the family. At that moment, I raised my attention to them as well. A speech began from the President and, of course, many cheers from the Capitol audience had constantly arisen. The speech, filled with "reminders" and "praises" for Panem and us tributes ended after maybe 8 minutes, and our hands were still interlocked. The crowd broke out in immediate cheer as the chariots made their exits. Both Venus and I once again commenced our waving and smiles as we began our exit from the pavilion. As the horses pulled our chariot past the stands, in between the avenue and the exit point inside another large building, I decided to break the silence between Venus and I. Not with words, but with a moderately-strong kiss on the cheek.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:08 pm
 м ι к к у x ѕ н α я ρ When Something Happens
xxxxxThat I wasn't expecting
xxxxxxxxxxAnd I don't Like
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx I can Stay Calm
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It is not long before I am ordered to follow the peacekeepers to the stables where we will soon enter our carriages and make our way down the avenue parading ourselves to the country. I hope my outfit is enough to make a difference. Truly my stylist did do a glorious job with it and has promised at least a bit of interest. The butterflies will be shimmering and moving about she had said. I only hope nothing goes wrong with them.
The peacekeepers leave me at the gate and I immediately find Haimon and rush up to his embracing him. A smile has caressed my face at once again being reunited with him. I take his hand again and tell him, "You look dashing." I wink as I say it knowing that neither of us cares what the other wears really. Before we can chat long though we are being told to prepare ourselves and that the procession will start soon.
Haimon helps me onto the carriage me having some difficulty maneuvering in these heels. I've always preferred my sneakers and boots at home and have worn heels maybe once in my life. I'm just glad I won't need to walk in them. I would probably fall over on national television. That wouldn't do me any good.
The carriages roll out one by one and finally our horses jerk forward and before long we are out in the open. "Smile and look handsome. Let's win some more sponsors!" I say quickly to Haimon before putting on a dazzling smile of my own and interacting with the crowd. I can feel some squirming in my hair and no doubt the butterflies have started shifting slightly. I wonder what they look like. I'm awarded with a shot of us on the big screen and see myself. In all honesty I look a bit crazy with the butterflies dancing in my hair but nevertheless it will be appealing to the capitol people and that is all that matters at this point.
Throughout the procession I took point in showing that we were in fact the lovebirds from seven and that we are united by showing our hand holding, standing very close to Haimon, and even throwing in some kisses with him. Really what I would like to do though is stand there not looking at anybody or partaking in any of that, but for us to get home I really have to play this up.
Finally we crawl to a halt in front of the main square where the important figures hold seats including the president. The president came into view as he stepped up to speak. I grip Haimon's hand even harder wishing to just hurry up and get into the building already so we can be alone or alone as possible here.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:50 pm
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"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.    Dottie found herself walking quite slowly to the chariot, and it wasn't just because of her heels. The world seemed to want to freeze s the bran they kept the chariots came into view, Dottie's eyes trying look away, but were pointed back by the movement of the sun. A wavering breath slipped from her lips as the doors to the barn were opened, a sick feeling curled up inside Dottie stomache. Suddenly Dottie couldn'remember why she was here, but her movements didn't change, her expression neutral as she found herself being hauled up into the chariot beside Brion. Brion had been quiet this whole time, not a word being said, which only made Dottie feel even worse. To Dottie, Brion was charming, like a little brother of some sort. Dottie practically jumped out of her skin when she felt the chariot begin to move, her heart began to race faster then she could hear, the world went silent for a moment or two for Dottie. Everything was quite dazzling, so beautiful and flashy. For a moment or two Dottie felt it was far too much, something her eyes and ears couldn't handle. Finally a nudge from Brion broke her from her trance and Dottie managed a weak smile, far past nervous. Dottie didn't wave, but she gave sweet, short, admiring glances to people, and they seemed to notice immediatly, almost under a spell it seemed. Finally the chariot slowed, the chariot stopping. Although Dottie had a craving to wipe her eyes, she dare not do so to ruin her stylist's hard work, which Dottie admired quite greatly. Dottie's dark eyes moved around innocently from chariot to chariot, noticng the other Tribute's fascinating costumes, which were all absolutely gorgious. Dottie's expression was of that a sweet, innocent, girl who was obviously blew off her feet by the capitol's wealth and strange fashion, yet at he same time it was beautiful fashion no less. Finally, Dottie looked up to President Orion, who seemed like a charming man to say the least. Behind him stood his Daughters, both extremely beautiful, and undoubtably lucky to be his children, and his Wife matched, she was just as the Daughters. Stunning. Dottie sat her hands in her in lap and tried to look less of like a scared rabbit, trying to make her posture look confident. But it came out sweet and girly, as always.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:19 pm
Damon Oliver Cornell
Nickname: DOC Outfit: District: 9
As Doc was ushered up onto a chariot he took in a deep breath taking a quick look around. Each tribute looked like their district and he smiled seeing some of the costumes. Some of them did not work at all and he gave a slight laugh. He leaned over closer to Curtis and Avril "I am so glad i have you as a designer." he joked to them. "I mean everyone is going to love your dress Avril." He said taking her hand. He watched as the District one chariot moved. With each passing second he was getting more and more nervous but on top of that he was getting angry. He was angry at the Capitol for taking him from his home, his family. He knew he probably wouldn't survive. He would give anything to be back in District 9. He didn't care that he would be bullied everyday as long as he was there with his family and friend... Valentine. As he thought her name the chariot jerked forward and his thoughts were brought back to reality.
He heard the roar of the crowd as he and Avril rode into the Avenue. Looking around he saw all the obnoxiously bright colors. He scoffed as he thought about all the crazy fashions that Capitol people had... "And they are the reason i am dressed up as wheat." he said mostly to himself. He looked down at his hand that seemed to be permanently linked to Avril's. He was glad that he had someone to cling to and to follow or else he would be scowling the whole time. He watched as Avril played with the crowd and he soon started to as well.
Putting on a large smile he started to wave with his free hand. He heard constant shrieking and turned to a group of girls up ahead. He winked and pointed at them as he passed making some of them swoon. He turned back to Avril and raised their entwined hands kissing the top of hers, as he did so he could hear the sound level rise and he smirked inside. He felt Avril's hand leave and noticed she was signing. He smiled and looked where she was. He searched his mind for the signs he needed and they came easily. 'We will come home' he signed taking Avril's hand again as he finished signing. He bent a little "Great plan." he whispered in her ear quickly before straightening.
The chariot slowed as he straightened his back. He looked straight ahead as the chariot stopped. He hoped by giving the cold shoulder to the other tributes would help he and Avril survive.His eyes slowly moved their way upwards to see where the president was standing. He was surprised when he heard the cheering die down... 'How could anyone hear that tapping over the crowd?' he thought to himself. He shook his head and kept his gaze concentrated on Orion, waiting for the President to speak.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:54 am
 ＬａＨａｒｌ xＤａｃｒｅ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxｄｉｓｔｒｉｃ 10
"Good evening." He murmured towards the girl before looking towards the exit that would lead towards the avenue. The first set of districts chariots were already waiting to be taken out and shown officially to the Capitol. He could already hear their screams in delight and wonder. LaHarl shook his head at them and began to think that in just a couple of weeks, only two of the twenty-four here would be still alive, and that the Capitol seemed to enjoy the thought. He glanced towards the other tributes, some outfits suited them and others did not, but overall he thought the stylists did a good job. It was just now up to the Capitol to choose who they liked the best.
After the parade had begun and the districts before them had gone, LaHarl repositioned his feet so then he wouldn’t tumble off of the chariot after it started to move. As the chariot was positioned by the exit, LaHarl took a chance to see what the other districts were doing to gain the Capitol’s attention. The majority were holding hands and if the two tributes were a couple, they were showing affection between each other. LaHarl sighed and racked his brain for something different. He thought back to when they got off the train and decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to do it again. LaHarl looked down at the Nicole and asked her if it was okay. She didn’t say no and just before their chariot left, LaHarl had managed to lift her to his shoulder and was holding her securely in place. With his free hand he was once again waving towards the spectators. He didn’t pay attention to how loud they were being and spent the time looking towards the potential sponsors. If he found them looking at him and Nicole, he would widen his smile. He would salute them slightly if they were male and wink at them if they were female. If Vera of all women thought he looked good, he hoped that some of the others would too. LaHarl looked towards the screens dotted around the Avenue and when his face came into view, he smirked with a natural and not-cocky confidence and waved his hand towards the camera that would feed back towards the screen.
After a little while their chance to gain attention ended and their chariot pulled to a stop behind the other districts. He gently lifted Nicole down from his shoulders. When he started to look up towards stage, he had to lift the brim of his hat so he could see the podium where the president would soon take a step onto. Soon enough President Orion came into view. LaHarl was slightly amused at how quickly the Capitol became quiet and watched silently as the President made his annual speech.Ｍｏｏｄ: Surprisingly EasyxxＩｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ/Clothes: His Mother's Pendant and Parade OutfitxxＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Avenure of TributesxxＨｅａｌｔｈ: 100%
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The Birth Of Freedom Crew
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:17 pm
Base York Rowling xxxxxxxxxxxxxx In the Mourning, I'll rise. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the Mourning, I'll let you die.≎≎≎ ≎≎≎ ≎≎≎ District 6 ≎≎≎ ≎≎≎ ≎≎≎ Things had been quite interesting meeting our stylist. It turned out that she was just as nervous as we were. How we looked would reflect on her, so she had done her best to dress us appropriately. Unfortunately, I'm forced to wear a bright suit that is suppose to remind others of my district. I never did wear suits, let alone silver. Bright colors are just a no to me, that's why wearing one now is highly embarrassing. My sister seems to enjoy my face expression. If it makes her happy, then I shall wear this costume proudly. After being directed into out chariot, we're given instructions that almost sounds like we're allowed to be ourselves. At least this ceremony won't be a complete disaster.
Do you ever get that sense of paranoia when you feel that people are staring at you from every direction? That's how I feel, except it's not paranoia. It's real. As instructed, I remain firm and still while Alchemy acts cheerful and cool towards the crowd. Their roars are deafening and make me very uneasy, but I'll need to remain calm in this situation. How else will we earn sponsors? My paranoia quickly fades once we halt to a stop. Is the chariot ride finally over? No, it's not. All tributes, including us, remain circled around the president. A thought comes to my head once I see this. What if all had weapons and assassinated the president right now? Somehow, I don't think that people would frown down on this. All I envision throughout this entire experience is escaping the Capitol with my sister.
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