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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 5:32 pm
 Panem Today. Panem Tomorrow. Panem Forever.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 5:33 pm
The History
“The face of the Earth changed and modern civilization was seemingly destroyed. It is unknown precisely what caused the "end of the world," but major landmasses changed shape as the sea level rose to unknown heights around the planet, hinting that North America became smaller and presumably the only landmass on Earth.”
Sometime after the end of the world as we knew it, a nation was established in North America that would soon come to be known as Panem. It is unknown precisely when Panem was established and how long it has existed, though it is certain that Panem has been around for more than seventy-five years, and it's entirely possible for it to be at least a century or two old.
Panem eventually grew large enough that it was segmented into thirteen separate districts, each responsible for producing goods of a particular industry to serve the growing needs of the nation, and all operating under the auspices of Panem's oppressive Capitol. Its exact method of expansion is unknown; it is possible that some of the separate districts may have even once been smaller, separate nations that were eventually annexed by Panem.
The Dark Days
Approximately seventy-four years before the events that follow Katniss Everdeen, the various districts of Panem rebelled against the Capitol, primarily due to the oppressive fashion in which the Capitol government ruled over the districts. It is unknown how long the rebellion lasted or the exact number of casualties on either side (although the Capitol claims that for every dead Capitol citizen, two rebels died), but by the end of the conflict, the Capitol had quelled the rebellion, defeating twelve of the districts and obliterating the thirteenth entirely.
What the Capitol does not tell you, is that there were other times of rebellion, other people who tried to come to rise against its oppressive power. Sure, there was the elimination of district 13, its complete annihilation a message for the entire continent. That was not enough to stop everyone. The quarter-quell’s seem to be a precipice for Revolution, for Revolt. The first Quell, forgotten in history, is where our story will take place.
OKIE GUIS
You may pick your character/characters and districts but remember..>This is BEFORE Katniss by…oh…50 years…. SO BE REALISTIC OKIE!
Once characters are set, We can figure out NPC’s for the other chars
Please keep in mind that THIS IS A PANEM HUNGERGAMSES RP.
Your character… WILL DIE… There will be only ONE victor of these Hunger Games.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 5:34 pm
The Districts District 1
District 1's industry is making luxury items for the Capitol. Due to the nature of its industry, it's considered to be the wealthiest district, the only other wealthier area being the Capitol itself. It is a Career District and a District known for frowning upon more than one child being born per family. Little else is known about this district.
District 2
District 2's industry is masonry, but also manufactures weaponry, makes trains, and supplies Peacekeepers. The main military complex in the district is known as the Nut. Citizens of District 2 are sometimes called "the pets" of the Capitol. They are the biggest supporters of the Capitol and therefore are pampered and given many extra conveniences
District 3
District 3's primary industry is general electronics of many types, though it is known for also making various mechanical products such as automobiles and firearms. Their tributes are skilled with electronics
District 4
District 4's industry is fishing, thus most residents have experience using nets and tridents, making fishhooks from scratch, swimming, and identifying edible sea life. It is considered a Career district.
District 5
District 5's industry is power. Solar, Hydro and Wind.
District 6
District 6's industry is transportation. Little else is known about District 6.
District 7
District 7's industry is lumber and many of its residents have experience with hatchets, axes, saws, and other tree cutting tools. Also, Katniss notes that this district's children begin work at an early age.
District 8
District 8's industry is the production of textiles, and they have at least one factory that is primarily used for making Peacekeeper uniforms
District 9
District 9's industry is grain.
District 10
District 10's industry is livestock. Not much is known about this district, but some known information is that its marriage rituals are similar to that of District 4's.
District 11
District 11's industry is agriculture - orchards and fields of grain and cotton surround the district. Almost everything grown is shipped directly to the Capitol. It is one of the poorest districts in Panem, second only to District 12. In addition, it is also one of the districts where the Peacekeepers are the strictest. Ironically, this directly results in its residents generally being malnourished and underfed despite its focus on agriculture.
District 12
District 12's industry is coal. District 12 is located somewhere near what was the Appalachian mountains. The district has the distinction of being one of the poorest districts, if not the outright poorest, in all of Panem.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 5:35 pm
Characters
District One
Girl: Serenity Lincoln - Eighteen
Boy: Brian Hillshire - Eighteen
District Two
Girl:
Boy:
District Three
Girl:
Boy:
District Four
Girl: Anemone Poisson - Fourteen
Boy:
District Five
Girl:
Boy:
District Six
Girl:
Boy:
District Seven
Girl:Laura Green - Sixteen
Boy:Daniel Ford - Fifteen
District Eight
Girl:
Boy: Name Unknown by other Characters - dies before the beginning of the game by reaching off of his podium and losing his balance. Death by explosion
District Nine
Girl: Both Killed by Brian - District 1
Boy:
District Ten
Girl:
Boy:
District Eleven
Girl:
Boy: Alder Svenson - Eleven
District Twelve
Girl:
Boy: Dewy Mayfield - Twelve
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 5:37 pm
Events So Far
Event # 1: The Tributes have been reaped from their individual districts.
Event # 2: Tributes have now been taken to the Capitol. As expected, no expense was spared. Each district has been given a floor where they are to live for the next week before the games begin.
Event # 3: The Games have begun: HERE IS WHERE WE WILL BEGIN THE RP. The tributes have been left in their 'tubes' to ascend to the arena.
Upon ascending the tubes the tributes will be faced with a vast open scene. Sand for miles and miles. Unlike the events of the future, the Arena is NOT a dome with walls, it is a vast desert. What the tributes don't know is that below this vast expanse of sand lays a large Labyrinth-like temple. It is old. It is laced with traps and is constantly falling apart revealing new pathways and destroying others.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 5:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 10:03 pm
May the Games be Ever in your favor....
Let the twenty-fifth annual Hunger Games begin...
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 10:32 pm
 Serenity Lincoln - Eighteen - District 1 TributeThe sweltering heat that beat down on her from above was what immediately told her that this was not going to be an arena of water. Water seemed to be a favorite in the passing years, but Serenity knew that no matter what she faced she would succeed. This was the day she had been training for since she could remember. This was her time to shine. The platform below her began to ascend and Serenity glanced at the last figure she might ever see from the outside world: Her costume designer gave her a thumbs up, and a wink. The crazy woman was a Capitol wench, decked out to the nines and she had done exactly the same to Serenity. Now, as she came into the bright light and extensive heat, the brunette haired woman was thankful for the braid that her designer had done in her long locks. The pinned up hair-do was much appreciated now as the sun beat down on her skin.
"The Games will commence in thirty seconds."As her eyes adjusted, the brunette tried to see the other Tributes, a voice echoing from a drone-like machine above them. There were several of these things, all hovering above each tribute and then hovering above the center of their circle of twenty four. That would be the first thing she rid herself of. It was a flag, a beacon that would indicate her position. Serenity then leaned forwards from her podium to look at the substance below her stand: Sand, all around them for miles and miles to come. There was no hiding. This would be a massacre. A rueful smile spread across her face as she reached up and tugged at the gold earring on her right ear lobe. To her right were two smaller figures, she guessed some of the younger tributes, then directly in front of her was a lean-to filled with every weapon she could imagine. Packs were littered across the sand. What she needed in order to get a head start on this games, was to wrap her hands around a blade. She needed knives. She needed poison.
But that was in a perfect world. What she needed immediately was a way to find water and cover from the sun, the sun would most definitely be the largest struggle that many of the Tributes faced; other than herself and the other District 1 Tribute. Brian. That was his name. Serenity let her eyes scan around her then she realized that she could not see him. Twenty two other tributes and she could not see his much more vast form. That meant he was directly across from her, on the other side of the circle, on the other side of that tent. If she could get herself to that tent before him, she knew the others would provide little trouble to her. All of her looks during practice had made the littles, the smaller tributes, nearly pee their pants. Fear and intimidation: one of her most successful tactics.
Ten....Nine...Eight...Seven...
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 12:35 am
 Anemone Poisson - Fourteen - District 4"Face the facts dear, You are going to die. Early in the game, it is up to you. You can off yourself and save your family the suffering or you can put yourself through hours of suffering before one of the Careers puts a knife through your throat or strangles you to death." Those horrifying words were stuck in her head. Her mentor really had not been any good to her. A small man who was maybe twenty years old had been the one to coach her to her ultimate death. Now, as she stood on the ascending podium, tears formed on her face. The uniform that they were all expected to wear was tight, she hated it more and more with each passing moments and Anemone began to dread the thought of what waited her outside. Fear visibly shook her, causing her teeth to chatter as she came into the sunshine. Her hand instinctively flew to her face, shielding her eyes. It took her only a moment to adjust, and take a deep breath of air. It was dry. That was her first realization. They were nowhere...Nowhere near the water that is. Her heart sunk. That was her only saving grace. If they had been placed in an Aquatic setting she would have been golden. Instead, her eyes were met with sand.
Anemone looked frantically around her, her hazle eyes catching sight of a pack not far away from her. She looked to her left where a big burly kid was leaning off of his podium. "NO!" Anemone's scream echoed across the sand but did not reach his ears in time. The boy had been from eight, the textile industry and as he leaned off of his podium his body tumbled into the sand. Anemone held her breath and then the explosion happened. Sand flew into the air and her ears began to ring. A mangled hand landed not far from her podium and she held back the vomit that threatened to explode from her stomach. Anemone closed her eyes as the countdown continued.
"Six...Five...Four..."
Run...You must find your legs and run Anemone. The dumb ones will run towards the center, you must run away from it." The girl spun around,looking behind her. Debris littered the world behind her, she was certain that she should grab one of the packs there and then continue that direction. She had to get away from everyone else. Distance would be her greatest chance of surviving a little longer.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 1:01 am
Brian saw the duffle bags full of goodies in front of him, to the left was some girl from seven and to the right was a girl from nine. The one from nine was a little thing, probably had the misfortune of being picked to go against him for her first year into the games. Everyone knew that the other districts were just here for show, District one wasn't just the wealthiest it was the Capital's District and he knew he was a shoo in to win this year. As the countdown crept closer to one he knelt down as if tying his shoe but instead withdrawing a pair of hidden daggers from his boot. Once the sound announced that the games started he threw the hidden weapons diagonally forward towards the shoulders of both girls. It completely missed the girl from seven since she had dove forward and crawled towards the pile grabbing a small bag before darting away. The one from nine however didn't have a chance it stuck in her spine just below her skull. Running on the sand was hard but not impossible and he got to the duffels grabbing a large one. Reaching for a box that probable contained ammo for a gun in one of these packs he saw another kid reach for it. Studying all of the faces he recognized the kid from District nine. Slinging his pack onto his back he got to the metal case first and jumped over the rest on top of the body slamming the case over and over into the kid's face. Each smash made the kid's face bloodier and bloodier until he caved it in. Ignoring the blood he rose and seeing the others grabbing things but basically staying away so he started walking back over to the girl he downed removing his throwing dagger. She was still alive so he wrapped his arms around her and with a quick flick snapped her neck. Two cannons went off signaling the two he killed before he looked around seeing a small green area in this vast desert and started towards it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:18 am
 Alder Svenson - Twelve - District 11 Boom. Boom. Boom. The first boom happened just before the starting cannon. The second happened shortly after followed by the third. Alder stood, frozen in fear on top of his podium. His knees buckled and he sank down, his eyes dancing around him. Everyone was gone and here he was sitting on his podium like a terrified child. There were a few people running backwards, some running forwards. Death all around him, dust flying as the explosion from across him occurred. Alder Svenson gulped and climbed down from his spot, crawling through the sand. It was hot, hotter than anything he ever could remember. His brain told him to run, and that was exactly what he attempted to do. Gathering a tanned colored bag the boy pushed himself to tumble down a hill that had been behind his podium. He stumbled, rolling. Down. Down. Down. His world spun and he ate sand, he breathed sand. The sand covered Alder's porcelain skin as he let the rolling finish before scrambling to his feet and taking off into the sand.
He ran for what felt like forever but he could still see that retched tent. There were people, he could see their forms through the heatwaves, but he couldn't distinguish his foes clearly. Cannons. The cannons meant someone was dead. Already, he had done better than three of them; that was something, right? He was down to the last twenty two. What was his goal? Did he have a goal? He wouldn't win but he knew he had to do something. Alder continued to stumble through the sand. He heard movement behind him and turned just in time as an arrow soared through the air and sliced through the hair on his left side. A couple hundred feet away from him stood a young girl, bow in hand. Alder gulped, watching as she strung another arrow to her recurve bow. "We can team up! I can help you! The naive boy waved his hands in the air, dodging another arrow.
((He's shorter, sorry!))
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