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[axeldarkling]

Words are All We Have| Kaxella |

Sat behind the cover of a rock, his breathing heavy Axel waited for some sign that he'd been found. Running had been his only escape from the crazed girl and already he regretted doing so. A few minutes ticked by before he dared moved. Pushing himself up, he looked at the boats near by. Please be there. Making his way over, hand against his side, he felt his heart race as a familiar shape came into sight, partially hidden within a boat. Picking up his pace he fell to his knees as he reached the boat, reaching out to touch her shoulder lightly. "Kalla!" His joy at seeing her interrupted by the pain in his side, he took a carefully breath before speaking once more. "Kalla, are you hurt? Please, talk to me." He was worried, the explosion had knocked them both over, and when he had gotten up she was nowhere to be found. Pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear he waited, hoping that her answer would prove his worrying wrong.

[kallaprice]

You Keep Me Walking || Kaxella Blood Bath

Kalla gasped as the glass closed her within the small tube. Slowly, the floor beneath her began to rise. Panicking, she placed her hands on the glass and watched as Toby braved his way up to the world. The heat that began seemed not as threatening as the idea of her environment changing in a matter of moments, until she realized the heat was coming from the lava. Kalla gasped once more and took in the entirety of the arena. It was similar to the 75th Annual Hunger Games, but not so similar. She knew there would be no twist, or at least she hoped, and this eased her nerves.

When the gong sounded, Kalla finally put on a brave face and focused in on her claws. Once she had them, the rest of everything would be easier. Sliding them onto her hands seemed to make her forget all uneasy thoughts that took control of her mind previously. She scanned the cornucopia quickly, and narrowed her eyes at the closest tribute. You are not weak, you don't need someone to take care of you anymore. Tackling the girl, she growled while dragging the claws ruthlessly across the girl's chest and through her stomach. Kalla actually smirked as she watched the life leave this tribute's eyes. She felt as if she were wired... This was the most alive she had ever felt in her life.

Pushing herself to a standing position, she scanned the cornucopia once more. No one really noticed Kalla anyways, but she still kept her guard up. She wanted to kill another person, she wanted the thrill of watching someone's eyes go from alert and afraid, to sad and lifeless again. Tobin. He would be her next target, she didn't care about their previous revelation, she wanted him dead now. Just as she was about to sprint out to find him, a familiar voice made her stop.

[florareese]

I Need You To Know| Flora & Elliot |

It didn't matter how much she tried to push the thoughts aside. Force herself to ignore the sensation the covered her legs. All it did was seem to get worse and  the longer she tried to let herself remain calm the more frustrated she became. It seemed like she wasn't alone. Elliot didn't seem as comfortable as before and Flora could only assume that he was having the same reaction to what ever was happening as she was. "What do you think it is?" That was probably the first thing she had said to him what seemed like hours. It had only been a short time. Their walk from where they found the boy tribute to their camp. Not long at all but the painfully obviously silence that seemed to settle between them and her growing frustration at still not fully understanding why he had been upset to begin with distorted her view. Now she spoke, barely bothering to hide her annoyed tone. She wanted to know what was happening, to make what ever this itching sensation was stop and to actually talk to Elliot. She trusted that he was there for her, and now she wanted to be there for him.

[morgan-saylor-blog]

Capital H - I - M || Day One: Self Post

The silence that surrounded the whole alliance as they set up camp would usually be broken by one of Morgan's random ancient urban-wanna-be high pitched voice, but preoccupations held her brain captive.

She paid no attention to Pate or Tia, or even Ryan who would normally have Morgan poking at his side. Eyes wide and arms wrapped around her legs, Morgan rocked softly on the ground, thoughts navigating to the one and only. Dear God.. 'sup. Morgan cleared her throat and shook her head though the conversation was mental. I mean, That was very disrespectful I'm sorry, err, sir. So um, you're not exactly shoes and I'm not really excited about talking to you, but let's dooo thiss. 

Morgan's fingers twitched lightly as she stressed over her thoughts. Well I. I just. You see. It's like. 'Kay I'm just going to say it... SORRY. I sah-wear I didn't mean to kill the old Clarkster. Yes he was annoying, yes his fashion sense always embarrassed me, yes he was quite the idiot, yes he looked like he was about to break whenever he walked around shirtless, and yes sometimes I considered stuffing a pillow up his pie hole so he'd stop snoring, but I didn't exactly mean to kill him! But my gosh though his snoring was horrible! Um yeah. Anyway, I guess I'm just trying to apologize, ya know? He was human, I'm human.. I feel like killing him was killing myself.. Am I deep or am I deep? 

If we were back in that room with the funny tubes that took us to the arena, I think I'd tell him that I'm sorry I killed him.. I feel like crying, but then again.. nahhhh. He was going to die anyway, I even told him so myself. It's just the fact that I was the one to kill him, ya feel me? Yeah, I know you do. You are Him. Not Clark, ew no. I mean, you know, Him Him. I'm sorry if I'm being disrespectful.. I've just never spoken to you before.. It's so weird, It's like talking to myself. Well I am talking to myself.. well thinking to myself. Same chiz. ANYWAY, I'm trying to accept the fact that I can kill, it's like -- Watch out bitches, I can kill. But at the same time, I haven't really realized I can kill. I'm making no sense. I'm Morgan. I always make sense. Ha, I'm funny. 

Well, how do I close this thing? Love, Morgan.... Um. 'Kay, bye! ... I'm just going to talk to Rye 'till I forget I was wondering how to end this chat.. Yeh, that's what I'll do. See ya later, Big Guy. 

[ryanbrookes-games]

Boy Next Door | Interview

Rye sucked air deep into his lungs, trying not to pass out. The roar of the crowd was deafening even from backstage. He hated being the last one to do everything; the suspense was torture. After his score he had cheered up a little. Sure there had been higher, but he had made an impression. James, his mentor, assured him it would greatly help with his sponsor points.  Now all he had to do was to go out there and make them fall in love with him. It wouldn’t be easy of course but he had to try his best if he was ever going to get home.

Watching the games had taught him a lot about what the capitol did and didn’t want see, however, it also would have helped the others too. Somehow he had to make them like him without being too boring. Praying Caesar asked him all the right questions, a final cheer went up for Caitlyn before he felt himself push on stage.

Light; that was the first thing he registered. Light flooded his vision making his sight blurry at the edges. Hurriedly, he put a hand up to shield his eyes, but changed his mind and turned it into a wave to the crowd. As he reached out a hand, he felt for Caesar’s arm. Rye felt vulnerably disorientated, wanting to lean on him for support but knowing full well it wouldn’t look good. Instead he cheered loudly, hugging the man tightly as if an old friend. Of course Caesar played along, never caught off guard.

Rye sat down in the oversized chair. Slowly his eyes adjusted and his stomach flipped as he saw the thousands of capitol citizens, their eyes hungrily focused on him. He wasn’t entirely convinced by the way they looked at him, that they didn’t want to eat him! Still he smiled so wide his cheeks ached until the deafening roar dulled to a quiet mumble. “Hello Ryan, how are you doing?” His first question was simple and open, starting easy before he threw him into the lion’s den.

“Fantastic Caesar!” he exclaimed, his voice a little louder in the hop of conveying confidence, “But please, call me Rye. That’s what my friends call me and we’re all friend here.” Chuckling he was pleased to note the crowd’s reaction. Keep going; just say what they want to hear.

“That we are! Those pictures you had with Pate Hamming made quite the impression on Panem. Mind explaining them a little bit?”Rye was glad he was so busy trying to smile he didn’t give a chance for his face to register his surprise. True, he knew that the Capitol loved nothing more than some juicy gossip but the question blind-sided him a little. How was he supposed to answerer that? It wasn’t like he could exactly make out like they were having some sort of secret affair!

“Well Pate and I have become fast friends” Rye hoped he wouldn’t pry too much. It was a little awkward for him to talk about this to the whole of Panem. But Caesar didn’t seem to be done talking about the topic.

“The fans are all calling you two Ryte! Do you think the both of you would have ended up being an item if the games weren't happening?” Yup secret affair is what they want to hear, damn it. When in doubt make them laugh.

“An item?” He teased waggling his eyebrows at the crowd. “Well obviously it’s a private matter and all,” Rye leaned in towards them all as if indulging them with a secret, “Though I do think we make a good team, the two of us.” Smiling he threw up his hands and added, “It’s a shame he’s out of my league!” Citizens burst out in laughter. It was infectious and he found himself laughing with them. He was thankful and he relaxed a little into his seat, not so much the deer caught in headlights any more.

“Now you know just how to work the camera. Do you think you’ll have any problems with sponsors in the arena?”

“Work the camera?” He put his hands to his face, pulling a dramatically shocked face. “You think so Caesar?” Rye twisted in his chair and pulled some mock poses: looking over his shoulder; pouting at the crowd; crossing and uncrossing his legs. “Maybe I should look into modelling! As for sponsors, I guess I’m a bit of a wildcard, wouldn’t you say? But I’ll tell you something Caesar,” placing a hand on Caesar’s shoulder, he winked, “I’m not just a pretty face.” And with that, he was pulled to his feet, his hand locked with the other man’s as they raised their intertwined fingers to the sky.

“I wish you the best Ryan. Have fun out there! Ryan Brookes: District Eight!”

Rye was panting slightly and his heart pounded like a jackhammer as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. With the crowd chanting his name, he felt unstoppable. 

[thewickedrebellion-rp-arena-blog]

The Final Three has been submitted.

All the usual rules, no due date but please finish as soon as possible.

[axeldarkling]

One Step Forward, Three Steps Back | Kaxella |

Standing at the sound of the canon, he sighed. Ava was gone. The girl who had been as close to him as a sister was no longer here and he could only blame himself. If he had only been quicker, maybe she would have been alright. It was his fault for not insisting she ally with Kalla and him, Ava had been dear to him and he had been far to quick to let her go off alone. Now, standing and taking in his position, he realised what running to her had meant. He knew that coming up here had been a risk, that he might have died as well. Though he was alive, he was stuck. The Lava now prevented him from traveling back the way he had come and that meant not returning to Kalla. His options were limited. Looking behind him, he could see the breaks in the lava that would allow him to make his way to the other side. But that would put further distance between them. With Kalla in mind, he shook his head, sitting back down. Axel would wait, until the lava cleared, or Kalla came. Or until he thought of another way out.

[florareese]

As Sas As I Used To Be |Team Awesome & Flora |Selfpost

Each step forward was a step away from him. A means of distancing herself from it all. She had been wrong to get involved. It was the second day and all too soon she found herself wandering just how it could be more painful to realise that her capacity to care for another, to trust was still existent. Only to have that one person taken from her, leaving her feeling empty and bruised. At the time it was like someone had reached into her chest ripping her heart from her with a vicious hand, no care or warning. Her mind traveled back to that moment, despite her own reluctance to allow herself anymore upset, the images stayed with her. That first sight of him, on the ground eyes closed had created the panic. Next came the denial, telling him despite his lack of response that he was fine. Flora had known the truth, that he wasn't okay, that each word she found herself mumbling was a lie. It didn't take long for it to turn to anger, frustrated that he was being taken from her, that she was losing Elliot far too soon.

Hands balled into fists uselessly around his shirt, cheeks damp with silent tears she'd knelt and watched as his breathing slowed. Unsure if he could hear her, or even register her words at all, she'd mumbled petty attempts of reassurance until her frustration got the better of her. Wiping the tears away angrily, annoyed at herself for letting such a strong reaction show, she leant back, letting her hands fall into her lap. Elliot had warned her, told her he would leave her and she had deluded herself with the idea that it wouldn't happen. That she wouldn't have to face it. Idiot. They were right. Everyone is better off dead. It had taken Elliot dying to remind her just why she was there. That her reason for being there had always been to win. Deep down she had known that if he hadn't died she would have had to kill him. It was that thought, spurred by the deafening roar of the canon that had made her stand, taking the packs, his swords fastened to the front and her urumi coiled at her side and walk away.

The night had been long, the hours passing slowly as she walked, no real direction in mind. As she went the itching sensation was easy to block out. Slowly she allowed herself to ignore the upset, pushing and burying it down deep in her mind, along with her memories of her siblings. Locking it away where she hoped it wouldn't hurt her. Sleep was not an option, time had been lost getting the pack from the other boy and waiting for Elliot, to only find him dead. She was here to win, it was time she acted like it. On few occasions the snap of a branch or the rustle of leaves had been enough for her to uncoil her whip, the prospect of taking out another being tantalizingly close. But her excitement had been short lived when nothing, and more to the point, no one was there. By the time morning came, Flora found herself tired, but she had no choice to stop, carrying on was the only option Or at least that's what she told herself. Her own fear of nightmares now tainted with the images of Elliot terrifying her enough to make her boycott rest.

It was the breaking up and thinning out of the tree's that caught her attention, drawing her from her own thoughts and recollections of the nights events. It was then that the river came into view. Standing at the water edge she eyed it carefully remembering her run in with Morgan at the pool. Shaking her head and deciding against going across, Flora began to walk along the side, following the flow of water. It couldn't have been more than half an hour since she had found the river that she heard voices. Moving to walk amongst the vegetation keeping as close to the river as she could, it was easy to spot the group of tributes on the opposite side. Moving closer to get a better look, she flinched as the sound of rustling leaves caught one of the girls attention. The moment her face came into view, it was easy to recognise her. Tia Monday. Stepping out, letting her whip uncoil she watched as Tia moved away from the group, straight for the water.

What happened next was something Flora had not once seen before. It took her by surprise and she backed away as the girl began splashing through the water. Standing ready to use her weapon the moment Tia was close enough, she noticed the dark cloud in the water moving towards the girl. It was only when Tia seemed to slow and stop, the water being moved by something other than her. Staring in disbelief as the water turned red and the girls cries filled the air. Now she was glad that the water had seemed like a bad idea. That would have been her. Looking from Tia to the shore, she saw Pate, Ryan and that Morgan girl stood staring with a mixture of horror and disgust on their faces. They were as shocked as Tia. By now the girl was already in the water, there was nothing they could do. Not wanting to waster her opportunity to leave unnoticed, Flora turned running back into the tree's leaving a screaming Tia behind her.

When the sound of the yelling died down and the river was far behind her, she slowed her pace. So Tia Monday would be amongst the fallen who would show in the sky. One more threat had been eliminated. A part of her wondered whether her civil conversation with the girl should make her feel some kind of remorse, but the idea was easily discarded Emotion was the enemy. It wad what got Elliot killed and if she wasn't careful she'd meet a similar fate. As the canon roared, cracking the delicate silence of the forest Flora resolved that she would find another way across the river. Pate, Morgan and Ryan all still lived unless they risked crossing.  But she assumed that none would be as foolish as to risk that after that display. Looking back over her shoulder she waited to listen if anymore canons would sound. But when no second crash of sound came she brought her attention back to her task. Get out of the forest, and across the river. Then, well, then it would be her turn to kill and not the mutts. By her count that made nine dead and six left to kill. Smiling to herself at the odds she picked a direction and began walking. This could all be over by tomorrow. Only Six and her biggest threats were Pate, or Ava. It didn't matter, they would all be dead soon. The capitol would have its victor and she could go home. "Just like I always wanted."

[morgan-saylor-blog]

Interview || Blue and Leopard

This is my chance to shine, Morgan told herself as she twirled her own self while watching the layers of her dress flail around her. She ignored the fact that she was the only tribute besides the boy from Two demonstrating great interest in herself instead of displaying her nervousness. When her name echoed the large walls and loud clapping could be heard from the audience, Morgan easily displayed her previously called adorable grin and gracefully made her way to Caesar's hand who brought her to her seat. "Morgan Saylor!" The man boomed loudly as the crowd began to hush, "Hey! I recognize that name. Are you Daniel's daughter?" Morgan giggled to match the man's enthusiasm and nodded with a big grin. "Daniel Saylor! Wow. A victor's daughter." The man slowly let his excitement seep out and held a warm smile as he took hold of Morgan's hand. "May he rest in peace. What a year that was.." Morgan's grin also died down as she swallowed a lump in her throat. Her smile remained simple and still, but her eyes spoke further. 

Clearing his own throat, Caesar smoothly maneuvered around the topic. "--But yes, Morgan how are you doing? Do you like the Capitol?" Morgan's grin returned all too quickly with a clap of her hands that had a few people in the audience grinning. "Oh yes! I love the Capitol, I'm doing great! Have you seen their fashion?! Well of course you have I mean, you're Caesar, but I just adore these sparkly people and what they wear." Morgan finished off with a wide grin, her eyes shining brightly as she waited for Caesar to carry on. 

"Haha yes! Our fashion is definitely to die for. Speaking of fashion, Morgan you look great tonight! What was your stylist's image for you?" "Oh I know!" Morgan squealed in return, "I'm showing pastel with a hint of elegance. And I'm just being myself!" "Well I love the color of your dress, it makes your eyes pop!" Morgan's eyes widened at Caesar's comment as she gave a sincere and cheerful, "Thank you!" 

"You're ever so welcome. Now, let us return to a much more serious topic.. Did your father ever tell you how to navigate the arena?" "N. O. Spells no way," Morgan wrinkled her nose as she stared at Caesar. "Oh! But he did tell me where to get popsicles while in the training center." "Popsicles." Caesar repeated while the audience laughed. "Mhmm! Cherry, and the other colors." "Well quite lucky of you to find them, but do you think you'll be able to follow your father's footsteps?" 

Morgan pressed her lips tightly together. "Oui, Monsieur. That's French by the way." Morgan flipped one of her lose curls behind her shoulder. "But yes, I can totes do that. I'm his daughter!" Morgan fluttered her eyelashes with a huge grin on her lips while Caesar gave a light laugh.

"Well, Miss Charming Morgan, I wish you all the best in the arena. May you follow your father’s lead. Ladies and Gentleman, Morgan Saylor of District Seven!" As the audience clapped, Morgan curtsied and walked confidently out of the stage. 

[thewickedrebellion-rp-arena-blog]

Task Six: Night Two Part Two

This task is going to be sent individually. Please post this by 12 PM EST on August 25.  Also remember to tag the first post with #twrtask.

[patehamming]

Prince Charming -- Interview

Pate had seen the interviews every year, but never had he ever examined them closely. The worst part about him was that he had an irrational fear of public speaking, so this would be the most difficult aspect for him. Sitting in the back, he watched as Tia left. Nodding to her, a small and awkward smile played across his lips to comfort her. Hopefully their small encounter wouldn't interfere with this for him. That was last on the list of concerns in his mind.

Finally, his name was called, and to be honest he didn't exactly pay attention to the other interviews. He wanted to handle this in his own way, not being influenced by the others. Taking a deep breath, he shoved himself to a standing position then limped his way to the stage.

Caesar took a deep and drawn out sigh dramatically, then turned toward Pate to ask him another question. "Pate, do you miss home at all? Miss your mother or a special lady?" He actually took this moment to laugh in a rich tone. "Yeah," he said earnestly. "I miss my mom. She's a great lady. I also miss my little sister, Sam. She's a great kid and I hope I get to see her again real soon." Pate ignored his question on women. Right now he had no clue what to say since Tia seemed to be ignoring him, or whatever. Hopefully the topic of Sammy would distract them. The large coo from the audience confirmed his suspicions. Sympathetically, Pate nodded as if he were empathizing with them. "Yeah. Sammy is fantastic and I'm upset this had to happen, but if there's anything I can do to get back to her, I won't hesitate." His plan worked, Caesar was definitely distracted with his sister.

"That's right, your father had died within the past year. What was that day like? Did the loss hit you hard?" Anyone who knew Pate would have assumed that he would answer with a sarcastic: no, it was easy living without a man who meant so much to me. It took everything within him to resist the urge of doing that. Instead, Pate sighed deeply and looked out at the audience feigning sorrow. When he needed to be dramatic, he could do it in a heartbeat. "Well, it wasn't easy. There was explaining it to Sam in a way she'd get it, and my mom... Well, she's still not the same. I was there when it happened." Looking at his hands, he remained silent, and keeping his gaze downward. "Yes," Caesar said. "It's my understanding that you lost a large piece of your l--" "NO!" Pate stood, leaning toward Caesar. He was about to say leg! No! Caesar gave him an odd expression as if to say: What the hell are you doing, kid? You just interrupted me. The silence in the room never felt so loud. Defiantly, Caesar looked out at the audience, and finished his sentence. "You lost a large part of your life that day, correct? Your father." He was just recapping to the audience. Pate sighed with relief then slumped back into his chair. They both ignored his small outburst and moved on.

"How do you find the Capitol? Do you like it here?" Taking a moment to think about it, he nodded. "Yeah, it's interesting here. You all dress funny," Pate laughed and as did the audience. Fortunately they didn't get offended by his quirky honesty. "How do you think you'll do in the arena? Any surprises you've got up your sleeve?" Smirking, he nodded. "You know, I'd be lying if I said I had no plans... But I am pretty great with a bo-staff." Pate turned to the audience and winked. Caesar shook his head and laughed with disbelief. "You sly dog. Good luck out there, Pate. Although I don't think you'll be needing it." Standing, he took his hand and raised it above his head. "Pate Hamming, ladies and gentleman!"

[axeldarkling]

Fond Farewell | Axel & Ava |

Having taken the new pair of glasses from his stylist and saying a quick 'good bye, thank you for everything' he now faced Ava, wondering just how it might have been if they had met back home. Axel was smiling despite where they stood, and where they soon would enter. He was nervous, but not scared, willing but not excited. There is where it would all come to an end in a matter of days or weeks, it would all be finished and done. "Ava, I just, well I thought it would be appropriate for me to say, may the odds be in your favour. I wish you the best in the arena." He held out his hand awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He wanted to hug her, to tell her everything was going to be fine, like she said they'd soon have nothing to worry about but how? Clearing his throat he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "And thank you. I had never thought I should want a sibling, but now, meeting you I know I have missed out. I am only sorry we met in such predetermined circumstances."

[kallaprice]

Fear can Swallow you Whole -- Interview

Kalla would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid for the interviews. Of course she actually needed the fear to drive her. This would only set her physique of small and weak and fragile. Her thoughts drifted to Karen. Of course she usually tried her best to suppress them, but this time Kalla embraced them. What would have Karen done here? She would have fought for herself and to be back at home with her family. Of course, Kalla didn't care much about that. She just wanted to stay healthy and not touch anything gross, but the latter probably wasn't happening.

Through her thoughts, Kalla began to wring her hands again. She hardly even noticed until she heard Axel's voice coming from the stage. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to stop and focused on his interview. The only person's she actually cared about. As he finished, though, her nerves had spiked and hit an all time high. She felt sick but again she coaxed herself to calm down and before she knew it, it was her turn.

"Kalla Price, get on out here!" Caesar said in a happy and chipper tone. Her eyes snapped open and she stood up, wobbling in her heels she quickly walked to the stage. She was a little late, but no one even noticed. As she avoided Caesar's hand, she began to smile frankly, just as her foot caught on the last step. Tripping forward, he grabbed her, but a chorus of laughter showed that they all saw it. She groaned, but no one could hear her over the roaring crowd. Standing up, she glanced at them wide eyed. Maybe she wouldn't have to fake her fear after all...

Breaking into a small fit of laughter, Caesar took her hand and shook it just as the crowd died down. Kalla winced then wiped her hand against her leg. "Are you alright?" Still pale as a ghost, Kalla stared up at him and nodded slowly. As he took his seat, she followed his lead and folded her hands in her lap carefully. "Now, Kalla, how are you finding the Capitol. Many tributes have been saying 'different' why don't you add some variety to the mix?" The challenge was small, miniscule, but at the time it seemed like the largest obstacle  of her life.  Swallowing, she stayed silent for a moment before saying. "It's uh... different, wait--" the crowd cut her off with laughter. Even Caesar laughed at her redundancy. Kalla frowned.

"Well, thank you for your individuality. I'm going to change to a much more serious note. It's my understanding that you lost your sister about a year ago. Why don't you tell us about her." What he said hit her like a ton of bricks, but she used this to further her small image. Gathering everything she knew about her sister to push tears down her face, her shoulder's shuddered. "Sorry," she mumbled. "It's still fresh, to me." Caesar pulled a tissue out of his pocket, but she knew better. Holding out her hand, she shook her head and wiped away the tears with the back of her hands. "I-- She was my best friend, and I miss her a lot." Kalla shook slightly as she spoke, but she had control over her words, although her voice was not her's. Looking out to the audience. "I miss her a lot," she said in a small voice.

There was a painful silence as Kalla cried on stage. Caesar reached across and tried to hold her hand again but she immediately retracted herself from him. "I'm fine," she muttered so that only he could hear. "Um," her voice was much louder now. "Can you ask me the next question, or whatever?" Glancing up, Caesar was looking offstage and clearly talking to someone off stage. He shook his head and stood up. "Well, good luck to you, Kalla Price of District Five!" Kalla looked up at him as the crowd began to roar. She was extremely confused. Two questions? "Get up, kid, we need to move on." Someone hissed at her from backstage. She obeyed, and hurried off cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

[florareese]

A Life of My Own | Solo |

With Dawn quickly approaching, and wanting the cover of darkness while inspect the surrounding area, Flora stood, brushing the sand from her arms and legs. It was now that she was glad she had directed her boat to the further side of the Island. It would give her time. To do what? The thought struck her and she was momentarily confused as to just what the answer was. Prepare? For what? She already knew she was going to kill who ever came her way. It was only a matter of hours, maybe less. It was then that her thoughts turned to him. Would Elliot be proud? Or would he hate her for everything she had done. He understood, that killing was necessary, part of the games. But he also had the respect for the Fallen she never did. All it took was one thought of Pate and her snide remark to tell her that she had been cruel. The boy had been shown no mercy. And it was her ability to still have any compassion that had made Elliot believe in her. For lack of a better girl, would he hate her? "What would you think of me now?"

"Shut up!" the angry shout was directed to no one but herself. For now she was alone, and it was in these moments when victory was tantalizingly close that she found her ability to ignore the boy who had kept her strong slipping. Grabbing the pack, she looked at the sand around her. It had little in terms of supplies but there were at least no vines weaving across the floor. As she scanned the near by area she saw the collection of stones by a tree. Curious, Flora stepped closer realising that the 'stones' she had seen were in fact coconuts. Picking a few up she smiled. Weapon, food and drink all in one. Tucking a few into her pack, Flora was careful to save them for a time when she would need them more. So far the island seemed small, but she had no doubt that if someone could get here, then they could also go back and then it would be back to hunting once more.

Now with the light returning, and the earlier drizzle of rain getting heavier, Flora realised that soon she night not be alone. Walking back to the water, where her boat sat on the sand she cast a careful glance around before climbing in. Keeping the pack on one shoulder, her Urumi still in her hand, Flora ducked as far down as she could. Staying out of sight took priority now. Getting the upper hand on anyone who came past would mean that killing them would be that much easier. All it would take was one hit, well timed and precise and her fellow tribute would be down, dead or dying in less than a minute. This time she didn't smile at the thought, instead she laughed. She was so close. By the time the day was over she would be going home, as a victor. Finally, she'd be worth something to her family.

Her old life had gotten better when she met Elliot. 

But her new life would begin the moment that final canon fired.

[thewickedrebellion-rp-blog]

Free Paras

Now, I've instructed on these before but I will brief you again. These are completely optional, and just for feels. The paras will be with you and your district partner strictly. If your DP is an NPC you may post a self para if you so choose. You may godmod them into talking and doing whatever, but please stay true to their descriptions. (Districts five and six pay self para as well and godmod my characters since I won't be able to para whilst away.)

How they will work is very short and sweet. You'll have only a few days to get these done before I come back and post the Blood Bath. There will be FOUR notes. Person A will post the starter, Person B will respond, A will respond, then B will end. The setting is the launch room just before they are placed in the tubes for the arena. (If you want more of the setting, you can watch the scene in THG movie with Cinna and Katniss feelsing all over the place. But rather than one tube, there will be another at the other end of the room.)

Free Paras begin on July 24th and must be over before July 27th at 12 PM EST. Message the main account with any questions and Grace will do her best to answer them.

[morgan-saylor-blog]

Shriek of Terror || Flora + Team Awesome

Morning could be seen -- and felt. The heat increased as the sun insisted on rising. Morgan laid curled, still settled comfortably against Ryan's chest. She slowly raised her head, unsure if anyone had even guarded during the night. Morgan's slumber had been so heavy, she'd slept right through all arena announcements. But now she stood wide awake, giving Ryan several glances as her eyes adjusted to the light. Rubbing her eyes she sat up but immediately turned her head at the sound of nearby movement. She looked at the tributes resting on the ground, one clearly missing. More movement was noticed from her right, and at once, Morgan was on her feet. "Ryan, Rye, stand up," she whispered as her loud footsteps left a trail behind her. Soon, her whispers served no purpose as the screams of another took over the silence.  

Her eyes scanned the scene as she approached the river, finally landing on a sinking Tia. The girl's hands flailed violently above the water before they disappeared entirely and in its place pooled a crimson hue. Morgan's eyes widened, her whole body tensed, and her skin went pale. A brief moment of beautiful, peaceful silence consumed her right before it was dramatically broken with a piercing shriek of terror fit for a demon baby escaped Morgan's lips. She stood momentarily frozen, screeching incoherent words as a loud cannon boomed over the arena. "Pay, Ry, Pry, Rate!" Morgan wanted to throw up, this was worse than the bloodbath. She considered running to hide behind one of the guys but curled her fingers into tight little balls of fists. Stiffly walking forward, she knew Tia was gone, but Flora wasn't yet. The fish bit the air ferociously and Morgan didn't think twice about taking out her taser. Her hands trembled as she aimed her gun-like weapon. Biting her lip, she pressed the trigger, expecting it to blow up one of the fish but watching instead as the bolt of electricity flew straight into the water. At first, Morgan assumed she'd uselessly wasted her battery, but was proven wrong as electricity sizzled and stung the fish. They were dead.. for a few minutes. "They're dead! They're dead for a few minutes, someone swim across!" 

Morgan was able to restore herself to normality, and normality meant she was definitely not the one going to get her hair wet or her nails dirty. "She's going to get away!" Morgan cried with annoyance clear in her tone. She now took the time to look back at the friend she'd not placed attention to since he'd started grossing her out. She could understand some people had no problem displaying their love publicly, but watching Pate and Tia had been unbearable. But now, as Pate's expressions were pulled together in what she could only think was pain, Morgan inched closer to him. She barely noticed Ryan entering the river as she pressed the palm of her hand against Pate's. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She placed her trembling lips against his cheek before squeezing his hand. "I won't talk if you don't want me to.. but at least now she's a pretty angel looking down at you wishing the best for you.. and hoping you'll live and survive.." She let her sight linger on him but did not expect an answer or a word of his part. It no longer even bothered her that Flora had gotten away.

Refocusing her attention on Ryan, she watched nervously as he cut through the water. When he returned, she offered a weak smile. "I think we should start walking," she spoke softly while looking both Ryan and Pate in the eye. "The Career girl knows where we are, we're not safe here anymore." Morgan stood up, Pate's hand still in her own. She moved wordlessly, finally dropping Pate's hand and beginning to lift all she'd brought with her from the bloodbath. Numbers were dwindling down, and Morgan would admit her worry, but in the end she was loyal, and she'd carry on with Pate and Ryan up until the very end.