OOC: No takers on being the female tribute of District 10? (I’ll post my response after to make this reply more relevant ^_^;
Just to make the roleplay a bit more fair for someone that may be recently accepted, I’m leaving the female tribute space open, so when all the other districts are taken, at least they can have female tribute for District 10.
The same can go for the prep team as well as mentor, if anyone wants. Of course, nobody wants to, I’ll just solo it all. o_o
Thanks for letting me know. But if you list some keywords I will need to know can you just PM them to me? I will ask my GF if she can explain anything to me, but i’m not sure if she FINISHED the book, but if she did that will be even better. Anyway, thanks for letting me know I dont have to read it, considering I don’t like ready lol.
~im a person
OCC: There’s really nothing much except what sniffy had to say. If you can follow along with other roleplayers It’ll be fine.
I looked around one last time at the people I may be saying good-bye too. If my name was to be called, I wanted everyone to know that they may never see me again, or if I was not to be called, I’d easily remember who was picked.
The Liepard, Elffie Trinklet, who stood on two legs, read out the name of the female from District 4.
“Annabelle Grrifon.” She said, a cold stern looks, as a Beartic lumbered up onto the stage.
My Good friend, Ronno, nudged me, and held my hand tight. Ronno, a slender Scarfty like me, always helped me in times of need. When one of my Dad’s was ill, he stole herbs from his mothers pharmacy and gave it to him.
Elffie moved towards the glass ball, with atleast 1000 names in it.
Ronno held my hand tightly, and nuzzled against my black and green scarf.
“Rhead Virvanox.” Elffie said, peering down through her glasses.
My heart felt like it had been torn to shreds, Ronno hugged me, as all the boys in District 4 stared. The mother’s and father’s murmerd, and the girls looked over too, mouth agape. Even Annablle had her hands over her snow-white mouth.
Ronno sobbed and didn’t let go, I ended up having to drag him off me, as I took my place next to Elffie.
“Now, before I take these two, are there any volunteers?” She asked.
Districkt 4 had never had any volunteers before, and nobody was about o change that.
“Right, well, off we go.” Elffie said, huffing us along. She obviously wanted to get back to the Capitol as soon as possible.
Ronno looked up at me, tearfull and sympathetic. I controlled my face to show no emotion at all, as I wanted to look strong, and didn’t want the other “players” to pick me off first.
Elffie took us to a room that smelt like trout. Everything smelt like trout in District 4.
The Froslass announcer gracefully found her way to the glass sphere containing all of the female names. From my seat, I tapped my feet anxiously and involuntarily. Due to the fact that my heartbeat is faster than the norm (and all this anxiety piling on my chest isn’t helping my insides) and that I did not wish to appear a fool in front of all of District 10 and the Capitol for rampaging in my seat, gently rapping my feet on the stage as such was the only way to calm myself.
Although I will admit, the Froslass was quite charming, but the thought sent a shiver down my spine. Did the Capitol purposely choose Pokémon such as her? An overly enthusiastic soul that thinks it’s all just a funny little lottery game? In a way it is, but instead of winning a million poké or whatever, you’re fighting for your life in some twisted arena.
The announcer begins to speak in her typical singsong voice, “And now… the female tribute… will be!..” Her hand dips into the hundreds of folded names, her eyes trailing off in the distance. After several moments of her hand rummaging around in the massive spheres, she removes it finally and in her hand was the final tribute. The froslass holds a single, neatly creased paper in her hand, and then shows it to the front of the audience. “The moment we’ve all been waiting for…” she breathed, and then slowly unfolded the name.
“Our brave, female tribute for this year’s Hunger Games will be…” She stammers, and squints at the note. The crowd whispers to themselves, and the cameras aim for someplace else. I sighed to myself quietly, thinking to myself, And this Froslass will be our escort? She can’t even get this girl’s name right.
OOC: This is where my human error comes in. I don’t feel like actually typing this all over again, so sorry. I accidentally made the male reaping come first, then the female. Don’t shoot me! It won’t happen again, heh. >__>’’
“Um… Zijoen -” - a member of the mob below her corrects the pronunciation - “-Zijoen Atoru.” Almost immediately did half of the audience wail loudly and cry. This girl must be popular around the district, with all this uproar she’s been having, I wonder why I don’t know her? I watch the other side of the stage, waiting for the female tribute to walk up the steps. Within a few moments came up the stairs a tiny Bellossom. She looked around her twelves and fourteens, I couldn’t really tell. Soon I found the little girl sending a glare towards me, keeping my eyes away from her.
Not surprisingly, the audience was still in distress over this Bellossom’s departure. “Before we leave,” the Froslass says into the microphone, peering down on the audience, “will there be any volunteers? Any?” The crowd went silent. Apparently they were still upset about leaving this Bellossom, but not to the point they would also throw their own lives away.
Responding to the mob’s new silence, the Froslass smirked. “No one? None at all?..” The quiet crowd lingered until my soon-to-be escort broke it. “Very well then!~ This concludes this year’s reaping day…” Her conclusion continued for another 10 minutes until I found the Peacekeepers march onto the stage. “And remember, next year… may the odds be ever in your favor.”
The camera crews were dismissed from the District 10 square and went immediately to the trains, where we would be escorted to. The perky Froslass followed along our tail - which wasn’t surprising at all -as we followed the soldiers by order. The Bellossom girl and I remained silent, having nothing much to say to each other. “Oh, well then… Aren’t you two pepped for the Hunger Games?” the Froslass asks both of us.
I stare at her in disgust as my answer. The Bellossom, however, remains silent, eyes trailing off into the distance. “Too soon?” the escort asked, chuckling. “Sorry!~ My name is Li, I will be your escort for this year’s Hunger Games. Your mentor should be on the trains right now.”
“Was he or she there during the reaping?” I ask.
“I couldn’t tell.” she answers, with a shrug and a smile. How could she not tell? Well, so much for first impressions, I thought to myself glumly. This mentor of ours didn’t even have the nerve to see who he or she was going to train.
“So… where are we going?” I inquire.
“We’ve already lost time with my silly reaping day fluke, when I didn’t say her name right - hehe!~ So we’ll just be heading to the trains to make up for the time lost. Speaking of which, I’m sorry about that, Zijoen!”
This was the first time I hear the Bellossom girl speak. “It’s no problem…” she answers coolly with a smile that was sure to win the hearts of many Hunger Game viewers. “You can just call me Zi.” Almost immediately taken over Zi’s adorableness, Li bursts into girly mode. “Ohhh, you’re so adorable, and with that nickname… Even more!! We can be Li and Zi!~ Teeheehee!~”
I moaned. This was going to be a long, long trip.
The eager paparazzi took their share of pictures of us as we traveled around District 10 and boarded the trains at last. When the cameras finally buzzed off (for now, I knew), we were given peace and quiet. Of course, excluding Li’s constant schedule bickering.
I examined the luxurious train curiously, feeling the urge to explore all of the rooms. “We’re not being timely with this reaping day…” Li groans to herself, pacing back and forth as the train’s engines begin to stir to life. “And where is your mentor?? He is supposed to be-”
Suddenly, before we even began to find our seats, or for the train to get into motion, Li screams. This makes Zijoen jump. I twist around the other way to see a Sableye seating himself in some potted plants. His left eye was gouged out completely from its socket, leaving simple emptiness in its place. The Sableye’s smile was crooked and not warming at all. I found myself slightly grimacing at the sight of this stranger. Was he hiding there? I could have sworn the last time I glanced over there, it was nothing but fancy foliage.
“O-oh… Excuse me, sorry for that! It’s just that…” “I scared you?” he cut off, laughing coldly. “It’s no problem. I get that a lot…” He then focuses his attention on both Zijoen and I.
“These two are my ‘students’, hm?”
“Yes. I think a proper introduction should…-” The train begins to rumble into animation. Zijoen scurries to the nearest seat, and I follow after. When I take a seat right next to her, she doesn’t seem to mind. We watch as both the Froslass and the Sableye converse.
“You should introduce yourself,” Li begins again calmly at our new mentor. “Let me have a good look at the two before I even start with the hello’s. I want to know what exactly to expect from these two.” He waves his left arm vaguely at us.
“Alright then,” our escort huffs, and turns to us cheerfully as if the conversation was never formed. “You heard him! No lollygagging! Up on your feet, soldiers!”
I find myself laughing, even in this bitter situation, as the Bellossom girl that sat right next to me was mocking our escort silently. Li seems oblivious to the joke, though.
After the humor dies off, which takes us a few seconds to stop giggling like school kids, we get up on our feet as told. The train is moving smoothly and steadily, but that doesn’t stop both Zi and I from wobbling a bit as the Sableye now begins to circle us.
We don’t know our mentor’s name, but at the same time I can see the discomfort and awkwardness he is bringing both Zi and I. You could feel his eyes probe at your flesh, that’s how creepy it was. To see if the feeling was mutual towards Zijoen, I found her frozen, eyes staring off into the distance, as if she was possessed by a ghost. Of course, I knew that was all part of her childish personality. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
After 5 minutes of circling around us, I couldn’t handle being still any longer. For me, remaining still was similar for someone that was holding their breath, or stopping their own heart. I begin hopping in place, surprising the creepy Sableye. Our mentor jumps back, almost landing in the seats. Immediately did Li run to his side, overreacting. “Give me some space,” he hisses, shooing the escort away.
When finally things grow awkward, our teacher gets blunt with his description on us.
“Well, the Vigoroth… I’ve seen stronger, and more tame. At least he’s clean.” I frown in response.
“As for the Bellossom, she’s weak. Period. We have a lot of work to do until you two are fit for the Games.” Zi glares at him. I can’t help but laugh at how silly she acts, whether she means it or not.
“Well, can we at least know your name before you begin barking orders at us?” I snort impatiently. The Sableye looks at me and nods. “Alright then. You, Vigoroth. Your name first.” “Lyven.” “Last name, come on, I don’t have all day.” “Valeng.”
“Now, then. You, Bellossom. Your name.” She tries to pull a cute number on him, but the Sableye remains unfazed. So she just answers like me. “Zijoen Atoru.”
“Can we know your name now?” I say, sitting back down. “My name is Cliff.” Both Zi and I shoot each other an immature glance in response to our mentor’s name, but then we realize we shouldn’t be giggling.
“Now that we are all properly introduced…” Li said, feeling left out of the moment, “How about we look for our rooms, or enjoy the scenery?”