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| Crystal Rose | Mar 15 2012, 02:38 PM Post #46 |
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District: Hob "Well I hope she does something soon....I don't think the kids can take much more of this...Not to mention i'm tired of watching little kids die for the enjoyment of a bunch of Capitol pigs-" "Pigs are we? My my, that doesn't sound too nice" Crystal stiffened, turning around to see a girl who looked just like her, except in a white bodysuit and boots. Her hair was tied back in a long braid, and she wore a headpiece with a small stone in the middle- "Jade" Crystal said with a frown, eying the girl. "Since when were you allowed to call a Peace keeper by name?" Peace keeper...Irony at it's best. Capitol: Gamemaker’s Office Seneca gave a nod, leaving Maddox to his work. The man needed to be present for the Reaping, after all they would be fighting his games. |
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| GoldenSama | Mar 15 2012, 02:57 PM Post #47 |
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[District: Hob] Sama frowned immediately. Musashi tensed up. A Peacekeeper was always a bad thing to run into, but Jade was particularly nasty and neither wanted much to do with her. The danger, of course, was that if Jade found out that Sama and Musashi were members of the Rebellion, they would be killed… or worse. “Shouldn’t you be on patrol or something?” Sama frowned, crossing his arms. Musashi looked over to Jade. He was trying to decide if flirting would be worth the pain. |
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| Crystal Rose | Mar 15 2012, 03:25 PM Post #48 |
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District: Hob Jade raised a brow, before pulling out a long gun...And hitting Sama in the gut with it. A bold move, but not for Jade. She knew they couldn't do anything back. Any threatening gesture towards a Peacekeeper could be met with a shot to the head...And no one in Capitol would bat an eyelash. She had the power here. "I am on patrol. I'm rounding up all the stupid kids who think they're smart enough to hide...It's really pointless though" |
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| AGodofIrony | Mar 15 2012, 03:36 PM Post #49 |
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-District: Spork Residence- “Don't worry though Colette, I'm sure none of us will be chosen this year,” Hammah smiled to the girl, giving her a hug, “We'll be fine.” “We should get going...” Agoi sighed, then opened the door, leading his family out and towards the location of their local Reapings. He really did hate this... -Rebellion Headquarters- “I believe Cess would be a good candidate for tracking down the families and the Tributes and getting them to safety,” Old Man Sensei said, “So we'll contact him about that...” -Capitol: Streets- Cess blushed again as Shimera hugged him, then turned back to Coral, producing a card. “Here, this has my contact information,” Cess said, “If you need help selling something, or any help at all, just let me know.” -The District: Office #72- Samuel and Galv pulled up here too, along with a few others, such as the Narrohs. They got out of the car, Samuel frowning still, looking down at Galv who just seemed nervous, as he kept looking around for Melanie... -Capitol: Holding Area- Normally the President would have been with the Gamemakers, making sure everything was in order for the Reapings. However, today, he had decided to personally attend to a matter. That young man who had been terrorizing the District had been captured, and brought in. Lavan had been placed into a cell. It wasn't anything fancy, but it didn't need to be. Several pylons in the area, some hidden, some in plain sight, would keep powers hidden away. “You've done a very good job, Douglas,” Gallic said to Walter, who saluted. “Sir, if I may, I'd like permission to head off,” Walter asked. Gallic paused, then nodded. “Of course, your sister. Go,” Gallic said. Walter thanked him, then headed off, Gallic turning back to Lavan. “You should be awake about now, the tranquilizers will be wearing off,” Gallic spoke up, staring at Lavan, “I'm sure we both have so many questions.” |
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| HellAvatar | Mar 15 2012, 03:53 PM Post #50 |
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Capitol: Holding Area Well, this was one awakening he didn't care to repeat more than a few times. The red-haired man WAS awake by now, though he hadn't been so for long. Playing dead was one of his rather obscure specialties, and he knew how to regulate his breathing and appear completely asleep even though he was wide awake and listening. It helped to imagine that he was in a soft bed with soft blankets and some fireproof curtains. Like back home... His current bed definitely didn't have the comfort of the one he had back in his hidey-hole. Steel frame, old and worn springs... And who knows how many old people slept on the same bed as he did? His captors really didn't know how to treat the important guests. And was even nice enough to get himself caught and all after playing with them... There was only one other person in the room. Lavan almost blinked in surprise as to who it was though. Hell, if he didn't have his hands caught in chains, he'd probably be rubbing his eyes by now, trying to get the illusion out of them. Don Gallic. The President of the Enclave, the District, and the tyrant who held the entirety of his own nation in an iron grasp so set that even a rebellion wasn't doing well against him. Merciless, ruthless, and powered to boot from what the red-haired man heard. Well, time to greet the devil. "It's not very nice to spy on sleeping people, Don Gallic. It's called voyeurism. You're also too old for my tastes. And male. See, if you were a woman and in your twenties, I'd not complain as much, but we both seem to be unfortunate in that respect. So! What did I, the great Strudel von Wildebeast the Sixteenth do to you to warrant a visit from the head poncho himself?" |
![]() Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics! ~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!! ~ Desty Nova, Morality
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| GoldenSama | Mar 15 2012, 03:56 PM Post #51 |
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[District: Hob] Sama groaned out in sudden pain as Jade smashed him in the gut. He stumbled onto one knee and cursed, but he knew he couldn’t do anything. If he attacked Jade, or even pissed her off, he would be in the stocks, or worse – and Sama was needed for some rebel plans. “Yeah, God forbid some children try to save their lives.” Sama spat venomously at Jade. [Rebellion Headquarters] “Good.” Nanami nodded. “Then we’ll let Cess handle that. In the meanwhile, I’ll be planning for the assault.” [The District: Office #72] ((OKAY! Attention everybody! If you want a character to be chosen for the Games, let either me or AGOI or CR know! We’ll be doing the Reaping very soon!)) |
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| Crystal Rose | Mar 15 2012, 04:19 PM Post #52 |
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District: Hob "Worry about yourself instead of some dumb kids" Jade stated, kicking Sama when he was down with her steel-toe boot. "You can barely take care of yourself" "Sama!" Crystal exclaimed, dropping down beside the boy and glaring up at her sister. "He get's it Jade, now stop!" "Luckily for you three losers I have stuff to do....I'd suggest you get a good seat to watch the Reaping. I hear it's gonna be one to remember...Now get out of my sight." District: Spork Residence Colette frowned but gave a nod, clasping her brother's hand tightly. She knew she would eventually have to be separated from her family, but right now she wanted to be as close as possible to them. The District: Office #72 The area was already filling up with a steady stream of children and young adults, seperated by age and placed in between barriers for easy identification. While everyone was suggested (more like required) to wear their Sunday best most of the children still had dirt and coal on their faces or clothes...And their clothes were old and word. Melanie couldn't help but to feel a bit out of place, wearing pure white in a sea of dirt. She snuggled closer into her warm coat and kept a death grip on her brother's arm....But eventually they came upon the spot where they were required to separate. "Don't worry, you'll be fine Mel" Jason said, stopping and looking down at the girl. "After this we'll get something nice for dinner...Maybe mom will have a party for you" "Yeah....Maybe" Melanie said, looking to the side. She couldn't help but to stare at the sea of fellow sixteen year olds, all awaiting their fate. Jason sighed, realizing the girl was distracted. Instead of trying to comfort her he gave her a quick kiss on the top of the head. Kanna moved forward and did the same. "It'll be done soon enough" she said quietly "Come on Jason." Both adults left, leaving Melanie to her group. She bit her lip and nervously pulled at her long hair. |
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| GoldenSama | Mar 15 2012, 04:27 PM Post #53 |
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[District: Hob] Sama groaned, clutching his chest where Jade had kicked him. He really hated that creepy chick. But she was just a symptom of the larger problem… the Enclave. Sama waited until Jade was gone, then he climbed back to his feet. “I still find it hard to believe you two are related.” Musashi shook his head and muttered to Crystal. Sama said nothing. The comment reminded him of someone he had known back in Nevada… but there was no chance that he was even alive these days. “Ugh…” He leaned against the wall. [The District: Office #72] Among the crowd of people was a young man with reddish-brown hair and a pair of goggles hanging from his neck. Connor Jackson was an unusual person for the District. He was as kind and compassionate as anyone could be. He was well known in the community. He would often hunt, and bring the meat to the Hob so that they had something to serve. Now, Connor was waiting… once again, waiting to see if he would be chosen. |
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| AGodofIrony | Mar 15 2012, 04:44 PM Post #54 |
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-Capitol: Holding Area- If Gallic was more of a trickster like Lavan, the red haired flame user might have gotten to witness Gallic's power of transformation. However, like Lavan, Gallic liked to keep some tricks secret. “I spy on whoever I want. One of the perks of being the President,” Gallic said simply, leaning back in his own chair, his movement completely unrestricted. “I take a lot of stock in names. They can tell you a lot about a person, how they introduce themselves,” Gallic continued, “Like your name there...It's not your real name, but I suppose it doesn't matter. You'll be dead before the week is up.” He smiled, “And I'm visiting you personally to let you know that. As...a fire user to another fire user.” The Enclave hadn't been entirely sure if Lavan had a power, but Gallic was willing to gamble on it. “I'm sure you've heard of the Hunger Games. This year's competition is starting soon. You'll get to be in them, a special challenge for the Tributes. Don't think this means you'll get to walk away if you survive. You're not a Tribute. Just a beast for them to fight,” Gallic said, still smiling. -The District: Office #72- Galv stood with the teenagers, pausing as he saw Melanie. Now maybe he could talk to her...or something... The Reapings are probably a bad place to try flirting with a girl. Either way he moved a bit closer to the black haired girl, his red hair standing out like Melanie's white coat. Samuel frowned, looking towards his son and the numerous other youths. He simply hoped his son would stay safe. -The District- All around the District, people would be gathering. Some fearful, some hopeful, others simply dulled to the misery and pain. Another year, another Reaping... |
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| GoldenSama | Mar 15 2012, 04:51 PM Post #55 |
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[The District: Office #72] The stench of vodka wafted around him like a cloud as Rica stumbled into the office. He was a former Victor, and it was custom for him to be here. Still, Rica hated the custom, and the Capitol tended to hate him. “Why the long faces? Is nobody happy about this joyous occasion?” Rica hiccup and laughed like an idiot as he nearly tripped over his own feet. … Yeah, in this universe, the healing factor doesn’t filter out alcohol. |
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| HellAvatar | Mar 15 2012, 04:59 PM Post #56 |
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Capitol: Holding Area Lavan snickered loudly. "You know, I find it funny that no one ever believes that my name is Strudel Von Wildebeast. The Sixteenth, mind you! And no one ever takes me for my word, because the name sounds silly and unconventional. There are some weird people out there you know, with some of the strangest tastes you'll ever find. Is it that hard to believe in a silly name?" He shrugged. "I don't suppose it matters. And you have that wrong, by the way. It's not fire I control, it's something else. Just something to allow me to use explosives more effectively, that's all." The red-haired captive was testing the waters with THAT particular comment. Sure,it was an outright lie, but Gallic shouldn't really have known about his abilities, so this was a test of his knowledge base. Besides, it wasn't all that hard to believe that it wasn't fire Lavan had control over, considering all his public stunts included one sort of explosive or another. "And you're putting me in the games? Without an end reward? That... Well, at least it shows you stick to your values, whatever you have left of values... Meh! I will probably enjoy being in the games anyways, now that I think about it! Would be fun!" He actually pouted right after, looking at Gallic with hurt eyes. "And I'm NOT a beast! I am... WILDEBEAST! STRUDEL VON WILDEBEAST THE SIXTEETH! Get it right next time, okay?" |
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| Crystal Rose | Mar 15 2012, 05:04 PM Post #57 |
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The District: Office #72 Colette followed her family, choosing to grab both Hammah's and her father's hand as they walked. She looked around the massive amount of people, everyone silent or mumbling quietly. There was no chit-chat, it was too serious for that. The girl then saw where she was supposed to stand....There was a decent amount of twelve years olds, though many less than the other age groups. Her mother told her once that there was a bad famine that year and a lot of the babies didn't make it. Colette was one of the lucky ones which was why they were careful with her. "I want to stand with you." she said, looking from the sickly looking children back to her brother. By the looks of it none of the youngest group would survive if chosen. District: Hob "Sometimes I don't even believe it myself" Crystal said with a frown, helping Sama up and attempting to dust off some of the dirt Jade had got on him. "Not that there's anything I can do about it-" There was a bell chiming in the distance...A clock. Crystal frowned, looking down at her watch and tapping it. "Augh stupid watch! The Reaping is about to start and I didn't even get through half the children!" |
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| GoldenSama | Mar 15 2012, 05:11 PM Post #58 |
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[District: Hob] Sama shook his head. He was still in a lot of pain – a kick from a steel-toed boot is hard to just ignore – but he decided not to show it. “Let’s just forget her. We need to get over there.” He frowned at the look on Crystal’s face. The Reaping took its toll on everyone… his mind went back to the rebellion, and he hoped that the people in charge had some idea of how to strike back soon. [The District: Office #72] “Out of the way jerkwads!” A young lady with a mouth fouler than certain robots was pushing her way through the crowd. She didn’t want to be here, and she didn’t want to deal with the idiots around her. Overhead, a suddenly green light flooded the office. The Pylon was just activated. A safety precaution, in case any parents went nuts when their children were called. It was a sign that the Reaping would soon begin. Then a voice spoke over the speakers. Television cameras would be broadcasting it all over Panem. “Attention! This is General Augustus Autumn. We will be beginning the Reaping shortly.” |
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| AGodofIrony | Mar 15 2012, 05:26 PM Post #59 |
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-Capitol: Holding Area- “It's more how you say it then what it is,” Gallic said simply, “It doesn't...feel like your name.” Lavan then denied his fire powers, and Gallic smiled, shaking his head dismissively. “You can deny however you want. Once in the Games, I doubt you'll be able to keep your ability disguised for long,” Gallic continued, “I'll be sure to make the Tributes want to go after you. A nice reward for killing you.” He paused, looking over Lavan, “Tell me, would you like your killer to get anything in particular? I'm open for suggestions.” -The District: Office #72- “It's okay Colette, I won't be too far away,” Hammah told Colette, giving her another hug, “Just behave, and everything will be okay.” “You three stay safe...” Agoi told Colette, Hammah, and Kxs, then gave his two children a hug. Jimi paused, looking to Kxs, then nodded to her himself, “Last time...good luck...” Hammah shook his head, feeling a sort of buzzing noise, then the pylons came on, suppressing everyone's power. He frowned. That same sort of buzzing went through his head whenever they turned on. He told his father that once, a few years ago. Agoi looked worried, then told Hammah to never tell anyone that again. Hammah never did figure out why. Either way he now headed with the other children, making sure Colette was in her place in line, before standing with the other sixteen year olds, pausing as he saw Melanie. A cute girl wearing a white fur coat just seemed an odd thing to see in the Reapings... |
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| GameandWatch | Mar 15 2012, 05:38 PM Post #60 |
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District: Pub Shizuo smirks. He liked this guy...suddenly, a sharpened knife cuts right by Shizuo. A single hair falls from him and lands on the counter. "I knew it smelled like-" "Uh uh uh, Shizu-Chan." A calm voice calls out. The guy with the parka walks up with a wide smile. "Wouldn't want to get angry and lose your new job, after all." "Now my day's perfect. Well what the hell do you want?" Shizuo asks, tapping his foot, brow twitching. "Oh, just to wish you luck in the upcoming reapings. Wouldn't want to see my favorite strong-man whisked away. It's much to fun messing with you." "Izaya!" "Now now, no reason to get angry. Why don't you introduce me to your friend? Rude AND stupid." Shakes his head. "My name's Izaya. I'm an information broker." He turns to Van. Rebellion HQ "I'm going to round up some Scavvies. See if I can get some tech to play with." He turns. District Shipper was smiling. Sure, today was the reapings. But it's not like he wanted to miss it. He wanted to get a good look at the people drawn. Poor blokes. He was watching the crowd slowly gather. Then the girl came rushing by. "Hey, calm down. Please?" -- Another young man was watching the drawings. Giacomo smirked. He had trained all his life for this moment. He needed to be drawn. The power and wealth that resulted from a victory; the thought of it being his made him salivate. Oh how he wanted power, power beyond any one man's comprehension. ...yeah, he's creepy. |
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