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Distrcit 8 girl~sorry if taken says its free on the first post

I'll take a random tribute... er... District Seven male.

Oh Thresh :') I love it , thank you
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NOWAYNOWAYNOWAYNOWAYNOWAYYYY!!!! Jeremy Irvine, one of my many husbands I love the bio. Perfection. :')

I'll start as soon as we get a :bump:

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Oooooooh can I have a female from District 3?

Edit: WOOT, thankin' you!

District six male?

Yes to you both, please edit in your bios before six o' clock or else we'll start and you won't be able to have to parts x

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A'right!! So we're finally staring I know I've been putting it off, but I'm lazy anyway, I'm going to skip the reaping and train, because frankly, that part's boring and the characters can't really interact (plus if there's no one playing the other tribute from your district it's not very fair). So we're going to begin at the Capitol on the night they get there, and Seneca Crane has decided to hold a feast/ball with all the tributes so they can get to know each other etc. This will last until this time next week approximately


Seneca Crane sat at a table at the head of the Capitol banquet hall. It was a large room witha glass domed ceiling, and on the white walls there were frescoes representing the twelve districts- diamonds, tools, electronics, fishing, power, transportation, lumber, textiles, grain, livestock agriculture and coal mining. In the centre of the domed ceiling was a large cursive 'C' to represent the Capitol

Running a pale finger along his swirling beard he gave his wand a flick and they twelve indigo doors along the walls burst open, allowing the tributes in. He sta back, and smiled.

Katniss Everdeen was not comfortable in her outfit. The skirt was too short, the shoes were too high, the make up was too definite. She knew how she felt- Capitolish. She waited outside the doors with Peeta, trying to avoid his eye. Her dress made her look like a peacock, and she felt stupid in it.

She could feel something cold and hard inside her chest, pressing against her heart. She turned her back to Peeta quickly, and pulled out the small metal item, and she gasped when she realised what it was. The Mockingjay pin. Cinna had obviously snuck it in, and this way Snow wouldn't see it, but the other tributes would. She fastened it outside of her dress and felt a burst of confidence.

At that moment, the doors swung open and a grand domed room was revealed, with tables of food and floor space. She scowled, until her eyes fell on to the lamb stew. She looked up. Her last chance to not be under the Capitol's eye. She took Peeta's hand, and together they entered the room.

Ainsley Piper gave herself one final hard stare in the mirror of her room before making her way to the feast. She had done her own make-up, and asked for a simple hairstyle, and that's what she got. The dress was chosen for her but she personally loved it. The girl had no idea where the other tribute from District three was, nor did she care. She stood behind the huge doors and took a quick breath. This would be the first time she will properly see her opponents. The people that will soon try to kill her at any given opportunity.

But she'd smile, get to be liked. The doors swung open and the room looked quite remarkable, but that was very expected from a place like The Capitol. Ainsley lifted up her dress as she walked towards the table.

Her eyes travelled to a few of the other tributes but didn't linger for long. She didn't know whether to smile, narrow her eyes, or glare. This was all very overwhelming.

Peeta had been thrown into a nice suit like nothing he ever dreamed he would wear. And there Katniss was too and she looked breath taking in her lovely Peacock dress. But the reason they were both here almost made him want to puke. He looked into Katniss's eyes just before they entered the grand hall. The doors opened and he saw the most amazing place he had ever set his eyes on. He went in with Katniss and she took his hand. He suddenly felt happy and smiled. For this moment all thoughts of doom left his head and chose to enjoy this moment while it lasted.

Roland didn't want to go to this feast, he knew that seeing the other tributes is important, he could actually meet them and see them or even form already an alliance with one, but he doubted that he would have the courage to do so. Personally, he preferred to stay in his fancy room until the games shall begin.

He was wearing a brown tight suit and a sparkling green tie, probably they gave him these colours because of his district. District Seven. Ohhh... home, he missed it so much already, probably if he was at home, he and his family would be eating a normal dinner and he would be wearing normal clothes, unlike this revolting tight suit. For a moment he wondered what is his family doing right now, are they crying? Are they trying to live normally even though their oldest child is probably going to die??? He quickly erased these thoughts of home from his head, they aren't helping him, they're only making things worst. Roland took a deep breathe. He still preferred being in his 'room', pouring all the tears he has onto his pillow, knowing that he's going to die, and will never see his dad and family again. Before letting the tears spill out and ruin his suit, like he cared, the doors opened.

"Impressive," the boy mumbled, it was a very nice room, better than any room he had ever seen in his live. Never in his live, he imagined a ceiling to be domed, but this is the Capitol, everything here is unusual, fancy and unimaginable. Seriously, who wears tight suits??? Only men from the Capitol. At he least they didn't dye his hair, into any unusual Capitol colour. Ughhhh...

Roland stepped into the room, the two tributes from District twelve were aready there. Usually the tributes from District 12 look dead even before the games, and usually die at the first fifteen seconds of the game, but the girl tribute ,surprisingly, looked pretty tough. Still, the boy looked like he was half way into the grave, but he too can surprise. He looked at both of them for a few seconds and maybe let out a small friendly smile, but turned his head away looking at the other tributes entering the room. The girl from District three caught his eye, she looked dashing in that dress, he almost walked towards her, but something told him not to, she looked like a back-stabber, and he shouldn't befriend a back-stabber, because at his room he thought of strategy that could help him survive the game. Even though the chances that it would work were zero.

Jacob Strider wasn't to happy about how he had to go to this feast. He didn't want to go. He just wanted to sit in his room and get some rest. He didn't get any sleep on the train from the nightmares he was having. He looked around to see who his ooponents were. They didn't look so tough. This was going o be easy. All I have to do is cast saome advanced spells and then there we go I win Jacob thought. He wasn't going to have a hard time killing the girl from his district though. He never met her, but he still wouldn't want to kill her that easily. If shes begs for death because of some agonizing pain then he will. That would be a whole different story.

Once he walked in he wasn't going to say much. If he got dragged into a conversation then he would try to find away out of it. He just sat down, and waited for the other tributes to arrive. One thing he didn't like about hi suit was it was to tight, and it was itchy like hell. He was surprised he lasted this long in that blasted thing.

Rue waited, somewhat nervously, in her room. She had looked around and it was definitely nicer than anything she'd ever seen before, but she hadn't moved from one spot since entering the room. She sat upon the bed, hands folded in her lap, touching the taffeta of her dress's skirt. The top was pure silk, and around her waist was a large bow. The whole thing was turquoise, her favourite colour. It fell to her knees in ruffles, slightly puffed out to make her look less skinny. She hadn't eaten well, particularly in the month or so before the Reaping, as food supplies were running a little lower than usual. Rue wasn't hungry in this place though.

Rue sighed and placed her head in her hands, careful not to displace the cute head piece she was wearing. Her hair had been tightly braided down into two braids to make room for it. It was the same shade of turquoise as her dress and consisted of four skinny head bands of sorts that connected to a point down by her ear. Each of the four skinny bands was spread an inch apart from the next on the top of her head, all adorned with miniature versions on the bow on her dress. Personally, she thought her outfit was perfect, so she couldn't understand why she was feeling so very nervous and frightened.

Glimmer was an arrogant girl. She came from district one, and was one of the hottest ones there (in her opinion), and she was going to survive. She was a career, she'd been trained to kill and kill she would. No one would get in her way, certainly not Marvel. They'd never really been that close in training, and certainly weren't going to start bonding then. She wasn't a sap, who just swapped sides. That was, unless it kept her alive. Then she'd happily swap. Everything was about number one for her, and she lived by it. That was why, she'd chosen her dress. It drew attention, was bold, emphasised every curve. Made her stand out. That was what you had to do to survive, stand out.

There was one other reason for her choice of attire. This was the night where everyone met for the first time, and it was always better to get allies earlier on in the games than later. She'd seen who were the district 2 tributes, and this had attributed to her choice of dress. She wanted to look desirable, she'd seen it enough times, allegiances formed through a mutual attraction which broke down in the last moment. That was all she needed. She was the best after all.

Glimmer stood waiting, arms folded, heeled shoes tapping impatiently. She wasn't a good waiter, but whilst she'd been waiting, she'd been trying to find the other tributes. Her district 2 allies had been of the least interest to her though, as she knew they'd practically be next door. As the doors, opened Glimmer rolled her eyes at the reactions of the other tributes, but even she was a little impressed by the grandeur and scale of the room, and instead went straight to the table, eyes inspecting the food in front of her

Celeste didnt want to be here, she didnt want to go to a feast...She wanted to be at home with her family with the textiles...But what could she do about it...She didnt even know who the male tribute was for her district...Sighing she left her room and walked over to the door for District 8. She looked around looking for the other tribute from her district...

She loved her dress, it was pretty. She loved her jewlery, she loved how she looked. She even loved the shoes. She looked around ready to meet the other tributes and find their weakness and maybe make an ally...As the doors opened she stepped back a little and then entered...The room was like nothing she had everseen before. She straightened out her dress and looked around..

Marvel just stood there with that arrogant look on his face. He thought the idea of the games was entertaining and was happy to be ,not only here to kill but to win. He was sure he was going to win, he was a career and careers always won. And most of those winners came from District 1, even better! He had even met some of the victors before the competition and he had to be like them, brutal, arrogant and ready to kill. For a sudden he thought of Glimmer. He had normally known her as that pretty girl. He had liked her from the first time they had met. Too bad she probably had a boyfriend.

As the doors opened Marvel looked down at himself. He was wearing a nice, expensive tuxedo with a rose in one of his shirt pockets and a very flamboyant head gear thing. He had no idea why he had it there but it looked great on him so why not? If he was struggling which he wouldn't but if he was sponsors could give him things. He looked up at the room. It wasn't great his room felt bigger. Wasn't a hall or whatever meant to be bigger? It apparently was but since the people from that Capitol lacked what he liked then no.

He looked at every other tribute. They were all very dull and ugly in their weird costumes. Well besides Glimmer she looked pretty as per usual. He expected there would be a ton of sponsors for her. As he looked at the everyone else again he silently muttered "Ugly." None of them looked as good as him or even Glimmer.

The feast? Huh. Did it important to him? Cato was not a fan of feast. He looked forward for the training. He missed his sword and he wanted to show that He was strong and dangerous. But as a tribute, he must be here. Maybe he could know who were the tributes from the other district. Huh, They looked very weak! Cato was sure that he could beat them easily. He had been trained for years. People would know him as Career tributes, and like as not the winner will be one of them: himself.

Oh, Cato spotted the tributes from district 1. Should he meet them now? Or later? Maybe he would wait for Clove first and they would be allies. Where was her?

Thresh was feeling uncomfortable. He'd been resistant to go to the feast in the first place, it was a social event of sorts and Thresh was not used to those things, the suit he'd been dressed up in was extremely stiff and too tight so his muscles seemed to bulge underneath the clothes. He looked around at all the other tributes, sizing them up, they were all his enemies after all. He wasn't going to make any alliances, that was what they wanted. The Capitol wanted. He wasn't giving them anything, underneath all of the bloodshed what did the Capitol really have? It made him uneasy thinking about it really.

But he wasn't going to let the uncomfortableness show. He wasn't going to let the Capitol get to him. He wasn't going to let them win... Not now... Not ever.

Oh no! Things were starting to get intimidating, more tributes entered the room, each one scarier than the other. The two tributes from district one look like they will get all the sponsors, the guy from district two was the most frightening tribute he had ever seen and the boy from district eleven, looks he can kill each tribute already on the first day. Chances of winning are getting even smaller. And the fact that everyone in the room were silence wasn't making things easier.

Roland was going to be dead meat, unless he gets an axe and the arena is a forest full of trees, but even then chances of winning were small. The boy walked towards a weird looking chair, at least he thought it was chair, at the corner of the room, he sat on it, not wanting to grab someone attention, and waited for something to happen that would break the silence.

Rue had walked very quickly and quietly into the room with the other tributes. She was certain no one had noticed her enter or climb into the perch she was currently sitting in. There was a lower part of the ceiling that had several beams running across it, all of which were easy to get to if you could climb like she could. So, when she entered the room, she darted over to that part of the room and began climbing, melting into the ceiling. Well, trying to, considering the ceiling wasn't turquoise. She decided she would come down if anybody called for her, which she thought would be unlikely unless the Capitol officials had somethings planned.