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Hunger Games RP!
Hunger Games RP!
All right, I'm sorry, I know the Inkwell is rather overcrowded. But none of those RPs are really to my taste, and this has been nagging at me for days.
May I introduce.... the 35th Hunger Games!
So, yes, nothing really special about this. Just a normal Hunger Games, with normal tributes, and a normal arena. If we want to do a rebellion, we can, but please be willing to sacrifice your characters.
Quick few rules:
-OPS ARE A NO. Seriously, it's no fun when one of the tributes is an eighteen-year-old person from District 7 who can kill you with one throw of an axe or just with brute strength. Realistic. Please.
-Don't say you killed someone unless the character is not controlled by someone. Maybe the creators of the charrie had a special death all planned out, and we don't want to ruin it. This is a form of god-modding, which I would prefer to be kept to a minimum. A bit of it is okay, just to keep your RPs from becoming one-liners, but those big descisions, wounds, killings? Leave that to the creator, please.
-Make sure you can see all posts before posting. Just to make sure we don't have two female tributes from District 1 or something.
-Two charries max. Considering, one might be better, but if you have a special pairing planned (like me) that's okay. And I would prefer that they were both from the same district...
A bit of other stuff:
THE ARENA: The Cornucopia is at the tip of a small but very steep mountain. The tributes are place farther down around it. On the left is a deep woodland, on the right a field with a creek running through the middle-- the woods has creeks, too, though.
I was thinking we would start the RP the day of the reaping.
Okay! The boring stuff is over! Charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
District: If it isn't well-known or defined well, such as District 6 or 5, mention it here.
Weapon of Choice:
Skill: Just briefly describe your charrie's fighting abilities.
Gender:
Backround:
Other:
My charries:
Name: Lucelle Marvinforth
Age: 13
Appearance: She has red hair down to her waist and a few freckles on her nose. Her hair is up in a ponytail when doing work, but down the rest of the time. She's about average size with green eyes.
Personality: Sweet, she gets distracted a lot. A very determined and hardworking person.
District: 6, transportation
Weapon of Choice: She'll find she's all right with a sword, but heavy stuff like hammers and wrenches are better.
Skill: Not very good. She has okay upper body strength from a lot of working and (willing) labor, and good with heavy things that could be weapons, but not much else.
Gender: Female
Backround: Her mother (dead) was an Avox, and she inherited the muteness, although she does have a tongue. She grew up in a one-story house with her father, where she developed a love for trains, which was what he did for a living. When she turned ten, she started to help out in the factory where he worked, and was soon welcomed as a full-fledged member. She was homeschooled, because one who couldn't speak wouldn't do so well in a public school. That, and the fact she had been determined "mentally unstable," although she only retreated into her own dim wispy world when she was alone.
Other: One of her only friends is Rick, featured below...
Name: Richard (Rick) Thompson
Age: 15
Appearance: Short black hair and olive black eyes. His eyebrows are unusally thin, with a rather soft face. He's stocky but not very tall.
Personality: As kind as he looks, and quite patient, but with a nasty streak for revenge. It's hard for him to get over a grudge...
District: 6
Weapon of Choice: Something heafty, like a club or axe.
Skill: Moderate. His natural build gives him the upper hand, but he doesn't have experience like Lucelle.
Gender: Male
Backround: His parents were on the poorer side but old friends of Lucelle's father, and he pretty much watched her grow up from birth. While he didn't have the natural talent of engineering like she did, he tried to help out at the factory with her when he could.
Other: N/A
Okay! If I missed anything, let me know!
Let the 35th Hunger Games begin!
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(December 8, 2015 - 7:35 pm)
(December 8, 2015 - 7:35 pm)
Sorry for the intermittent existence. Yes I'll post.
~Gena~
Oh, dear. I seem to have reduced Ariana to tears. I hardly think it is my fault, however. I cannot be blamed for my district, or for the fact that sitting next to a girl I have never once met in my life would end in her flight from the room, sobbing.
Speaking of sobbing, the eyes of the boy across from me are not entirely dry. His sleek, silver-gray suit and deliberately sky-blue tie suggest airships-- District 6, then. He appears to be looking at a black-gowned girl with flaming red hair, whose district I cannot for the life of me figure out. Is she his counterpart, the one he was trying to have removed from the Games?
Between bites of caviar and the most delicious quiche I have ever tasted, I pick up snatches of conversation: "-heard she uses anything close to a big stick like a wizard, seriously, I-" "-the braised beef? We never got anything like this back home, and we're the district of livestock too-" "-take that bet. If I go down, I'll go down fighting, or-" "-mentor is the worst! The literal WORST! She-" "-up with the glitzy Career chick running out on us like that? I thought District 1 had a-" "pass the pepper, please!"
I clear my throat at the boy across the way. He jumps a little, as if noticing my presence for the first time. I take a moment for him to swipe at his cheeks, then ask in what my mother calls my "clinically detached" tone, "Your name is Rick, correct? From District 6?"
He sighs. "Yeah, guess so. And that over there's Lucelle. She's the girl from my district. I'm sure you heard about how I tried to get Bonnie - that's our Escort - to pull her out of the Games, but it didn't work. She's...emotionally fragile, and we've known each other for a long time. I really don't want to see her killed. By the way, what's your name?"
I resist the obvious rejoinder, that to avoid seeing Lucelle killed Rick would have to be killed himself, and does he really want that? "My name is Gena. I'm sorry to hear about Lucelle." This, of course, is a white lie, since one less able opponent means slightly better chances of survival.
Survival. The Games are about survival, not friendship. Empathy, like Rick clearly has for Lucelle, could easily get him killed. Not my problem, though. He can get his priorities straight without any help from me.
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Note on airships: I can't remember what citizens of Panem call their flying vehicles, so I just put in "airships" for lack of a better word.
(January 12, 2016 - 9:21 pm)
Hovercraft. They use hovercraft.
Lucelle~
Sometimes I think people believe I'm deaf instead of mute. I'm sitting virtually right next to Gena, but of course she directs her sympathy towards Rick instead of me. Instantly I feel selfish-- I'm not the one crying. In fact, why am I not crying over Rick right now?
The answer comes to me instantly, and I hate it: Because I've adapted. I don't know why the Capitol didn't have me killed as soon as I was born. I'm useless, really I am. I have to prove that I can stay alive, I've always had to, although I'd never realized it until now. Isn't the Hunger Games just an extension of what I'm already living?
If I win the Hunger Games, I'll never have to worry about that again.
I push the thought out of my head. Of course I'm not going to win. I know Rick will keep me safe, but I know he can't always stay safe. If he wants me to win, he's going to have to die. And when he dies, what will I be?
I'll be gone.
For eternity? Probably not. Enough to die? Yes. Yes, as soon as Rick dies, I will die. Probably by the hands of the same person. It's so simple, so obvious, and I knew it right from the beginning. Neither of us are going to win the Hunger Games.
Rick~
I can see Lucelle's eyes boring into me, so I try to get a hold of myself and grab a slice of whatever's lying in front of me; some sort of beef, I think. I push it around on my plate, but when I finally take a bite, it's fantastic. We don't have anything like this in District Six.
I turn to Gena. "So... what about you? Like, um, I don't know... do you think you're prepared?"
I don't know why I'm making conversation. This girl is obviously hard-set on the classic Hunger Games way; I can see it in her eyes. But a potential ally is always good, and I have an idea that if we have this girl on our side, we'll probably be a lot better off.
(January 13, 2016 - 4:31 pm)
I'll just make it her imagination.
Ariana ~ I stand up, looking around. Nobody's there. I can't go back into that room though, I'll be the laughingstock for many Hunger Games after. Tears threaten to break loose again. I swallow hard. I HAVE to go back in. To prove to Thrawn that I can be strong. To everyone.
As I step back into the room, I can overhead part of Gena and that tribute from 6's conversation. "My name is Gena. I'm sorry to hear about Lucelle." Who's she? But Gena sounds so genuine, whoever Lucelle may be. And yet- she didn't sound so sorry about Diamondshine. A voice breaks through my thoughts. "So . . . what about you? Like, um, I don't know . . . do you think you're prepared?" I sit back down next to Gena.
She looks rather startled at my reappearance. "Oh. Hi Ariana." I close my eyes momentarily. "Hi." I squeak. The tribute from 6 swallows before speaking. "I'm Richard Thompson. But you can call me Rick. I guess."
After my stunning performance, nobody is going to talk to me. I just know it. Much less be my ally.
(January 14, 2016 - 2:39 pm)
Thanks St. Owl for the hovercraft tip!
~Gena~
"Oh! Hello, Ariana."
She's back. Her makeup is a tad the worse for wear, but she seems to have recovered nonetheless. She peeps something resembling "hi," and offers me a shaky smile. I return it; Rick gave me a slightly incensed look just before she came in, which gave me to realize that I need to be more careful here. Just as friendships - the emotional-attachment part anyway - do more harm than good, offending people will be even worse. Getting into a Career's good graces may be in my best interest.
"I'm Richard Thompson. But you can call me Rick, I guess." Rick introduces himself to Ariana with no small degree of self-consciousness. I expect Lucelle to do the same, but she doesn't, just flicks her gaze to Ariana for a fleeting moment and gives a little wave. There must be something truly fascinating on her plate; she's staring at it just as intently as I stare at chessboards sometimes.
Now I know three tributes in detail, several more superficially. I've learned more names: Ariana's opposite number is Thrawn, a sour-looking brute of a boy; from 2 are Juno and Piotr, both of whom volunteered; the 3 girl is Chartrix, and what's surprising about her is how often I hear her personality compared to mine; Courante has hit it off with Wyatt, the boy from 10; the 12 tributes are Hant and Ember, both of whome come across as cowards.
All in all, a wealth of information from which to extrapolate. Finishing my scrumptious creme brulee, I say a warm goodbye to Rick and Ariana, and take my leave.
(January 14, 2016 - 6:05 pm)
BEFORE WE CONTINUE, I NEED TO ASK ST. OWL SOME QUESTIONS!
*ahem* St. Owl, I thought up a method for completing the group training.
1. They would have about six hours a day, for a total of eighteen hours.
2. For every one hour you practice a skill, you gain ONE rank in it. (0 being the worst, and 10 being the best.)
3. Your charries favorite weapon, skill, and their district DO come into play. (E.g. Rick Thompson's fav weapon anything heavy, means that he would get a two, as his skill is moderate.)
4. If your skill is poor, then you get a 1. If it is moderate, you get a 2. If it is good, you get a 3.
5. Like I said, your district comes into play as well. (E.g. Lark Anders is from District 9. So she would probably have a 1 in distinguishing edible bugs.)
THAT'S ALL. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. YOU MAY GO BACK TO YOUR SEATS.
(January 16, 2016 - 10:59 am)
That sounds excellent, Cho!
(January 17, 2016 - 3:31 pm)
Top! Please!
(January 17, 2016 - 8:35 am)
Great! Now, for the chariot stuff!
Ariana ~ I'm struggling to calm myself. Thrawn won't kill me. Not now anyways. It's against the rules! My thoughts whirl around in a flurry. What if- Could I- That's it! I barely control myself from screaming as my thoughts rush at me. Ran zips up the back of my dress. "There. Now you look great. You made a great choice, I must admit. Now if only Thrawn looks as stunning as you do." My thoughts crash over me again. "Come on, to the chariots." Ran says gently, leading me out by my hand.
(January 18, 2016 - 4:48 pm)
Hi! I just read the first hunger games, and I'm totally OBSESSED. Is it too late to join?
(January 21, 2016 - 5:03 pm)
Hey! Moonshadow you're back! Anyhoo, I am almost 100% positive you can join. Just wait for St. Owl.
Meanwhile,TOP!
(January 21, 2016 - 5:25 pm)
Moonshadow: Nope, go ahead!
NOTE TO ALL: Once we get into the Arena, I'd prefer that there were no more original charries but more "NPC" tributes taken over by CBers, if you want to join.
(January 21, 2016 - 5:40 pm)
About the arena, will we decide what it looks like ahead of time? Or will we make it up as we go along?
(January 22, 2016 - 10:33 am)
I put it up on the main post, Cho.
(January 22, 2016 - 4:02 pm)
Oh. Sorry. I missed that. Thanks though! Can someone please add to the storyline?
(January 23, 2016 - 12:50 pm)
Okay! Thanks guys! Here's my charrie sheet.
Name: Fae Woodlark
Appearence: Short, pixie cut brown hair. Bright green eyes.
Personality: Quiet, shy. She hates being the center of attention.
District: 7 (lumber)
Weapon of choice: Bow, possibly a sword.
Skill: She has a slight build, and is very fast. She lived her whole life in the woods helping with timber, and falling trees, so she is always alert. She also isn't weak because she's always helped carry and chop down trees. I hope that this isn't too much.
Gender: Felmale
Background: She's spent her whole life working with trees and wood. She loves to climb: Rocks, trees, anything. She has no family.
(January 23, 2016 - 1:23 pm)