Hunger games role-play!

[vanillablossom12]

(Yes, that's a good idea, Anime.)

Aerietta

I stare wide-eyed down at the cats, whose fangs are glistening and their pelts smooth. I know the only thing they want to do is get up here, to tear us to pieces and, then, most likely devour the bits of us that can be salvaged.
But right now, they can’t.
Against all odds the cats somehow haven’t climbed up the Cornucopia yet. I thought they’d certainly be able to. Thanking some unknown god out there for protecting us, I turn to Jade. “What supplies do you have?”
She tugs open her jacket to reveal many pockets hidden on the inside – many small, so that they can only hold one item each, but a few larger.
I know for sure that my outfit didn’t come with this, but I find my hands running across the cotton of my own jacket even so. “How did you do that?” I ask, astonished.
Jade shrugs. “I guess you could say I’ve got a way with needle and thread.”
She begins showing me all of her materials – one pocket holds some blackberries that have probably stained the cloth, another is full of strange looking leaves, the third stores a small pocket knife…
It happens before a single thought can run through my mind. One second, I’m sitting there, watching Jade’s hands reveal more loot. The next, there’s something swooping down and I’m flying backwards, knocked back onto the surface of the Cornucopia with what feels like knives digging into my chest, a high-pitched, never ending scream erupting from somewhere in my throat.
The birds – they seem to be everywhere – on all sides. So large, I know at once that they’re more mutts… most of their plumage is an azure blue, but their chest feathers seem to be hues like a rainbow… one green… one fiery orange… the bird holding me down has feathers redder than blood.
I hear my name being shrieked and I try to get up, to fight, but everything seems to be moving in slow motion… I must have hit my head…
I can’t do anything to stop it. The monster bird opens its long beak wide and digs unexpected fangs into my flesh.
I let out a shriek of pain, my vision blurring from tears of agony. I need to – I need to make this stop – but I can’t think straight, I can’t… can’t…
More pain jolts through me. A thousand images, a thousand thoughts, move through my mind a second. I don’t want to die. I think of my family. My district. I think of a nine-year-old me, making mud pies on the side of our house with an even younger Pilot… I think of the humidity of those factories, the clicking of the needles, turning to Aspen who worked next to me and telling her we’d be done soon, to keep trying…
It’ll be done soon… keep trying… I want to keep trying, but the pain is too much, and even if I try with all my strength… I don’t think I can…
I remember blowing a kiss to the camera, to my family, and I want to send them one last goodbye. But my hand is trembling and when I try to lift it, it’s like my whole body is pinned in place… too heavy… I’m too futile…
The world is a haze of color. Sharp sky blue, mantis green.
My mind is a field of memories. Late nights, loving embraces.
My life is a rolling hill. Absolute happiness, intense sadness… regret…
And black darker than night…

[Anime_creator]

(Whoa... Vanilla.... that was some epic writing you just did there I am amazed!!!!!!!!!)

Shelby

Suddenly i hear a girl yelling another girls name, I look around in alarm. Once I see the girl my eyes go wide.
How did I never notice them?Soon, I feel my eyes widen, as I see a girl on the ground, being eaten by a bird. I pull out the previously usedknife, and jump down from where we are. It's easy to climb higher on the cornicopia, so I don't worry. The girl doesn't notice me yet, because she's screaming her lungs out, yellng.
"Aerietta!" I look at her for a few minutes.
I walk up behind her, and make myself speak.
"She was your allie?" I ask, and make sure she see's the glinting knife in my hand, crimson blood dried on the blade.

(Maybe someone could play Jade?)

[Rosalina286]

Meh.. I'll just play Jade, forget my other character. I don't like her.

[Rosalina286]

I stared, stunned. Was Aerietta dead? I waited to hear the booming of the cannon, didn't hear any for about 5 seconds. Then I noticed someone standing in front of me. I think it was... Shelby? Yes, it was her.

" Ye-yes, she was. Di, d-did you..." I stared at the ground, at Aerietta, and back at Shelby's knife. My brain tried to register the fact of what happened.

"No!" Shelby said, startled. "I didn't kill her. The birds did. In fact, I don't think we're safe here."

And... my brain is out of ideas for the moment. Just ignore my other character like she was never here (which she almost was not) and this is my character.

[Anime_creator]

(Hey Rosalina, do you mind not typing my charcter's speech... I don't really feel comfortable with other people typing what I'm not.)

[roadyrocky]

Jay

I hear a cannon fire and I blink slowly for a moment. Another death... Another kill... One less tribute. I know the responsible beast bird is probably feeding on its victim's body right now. The startled foul immidiately fly away, shrieking in their high pitch voices. For a heartbeat, I am actually grateful for the cannons. Thank goodness the birds are gone. I raise my neck, trying to see the victim. Did the dead tribute have a family? A mother, father, or a sister? Was the victim loved by a family... Unlike the one I never had? I can picture the heartbroken family mourning their loss. A sinking feeling lurks in my stomach and I press three fingers against my lips and raise my arm high. That tribute shouldn't have died... not like that anyway.

[Anime_creator]

Shelby

A thought hits me, and I lower my knife. Yes, this tribute isn't our problem, these mutts are. What happens if we dpn't fight anyone? They can send mutts at us to kill us, but then we'd all die, and they ouldn't have a winner. If we don't fight eachother, maybe we can all become victors. I think about this, and the cannon booms for yet another lost tribute. When I turn around to look at Jay, my eyes widen. He has pressed three fingers ti his lips, and am now holding it out. I think about this, and follow his example. Maybe Jay will understand my meaning of not fighting. Maybe we can get out of this alive.

[Anime_creator]

(revive!! XD )

[Hazel Brightsparkle]

Is it too late to join?

[roadyrocky]

(check if theres any opened spots. there probably is though... since luna quit)

Jay

The sun beats down on my warm, flaky skin, and the normal beige color usually inhabiting my arms has been replaced by a dark caramel shade. I try to move my fingers but they are large lumps of coal, extremely dry and stiff. Sunburned... typical. As I move my legs, intense pain shoots from my toes to my lower back.
"Augh!" I scream, collapsing on the grass.
My body is sore and weak, exactly the way the chances of survival are.