Roleplaying

Zajon was completely flustered and confused by her reaction.  Why the heck wa she so attached to a knife?  It really didn't make any sense.  If he threatened to injure or kill her she didn't take that kind of risk, but if he took her knife, she freaked out and risked her own life!  It was a completely illogical reaction, the cornucopia had better knives by far!  It was at times like these that Zajon started to doubt evolution, because there was a very high chance Apple would have hung on.  Zajon decided that the one true statement might get him out of this fix.  "Could you please not kill me at the moment?" he pleaded in a voice that sounded innocent.  "You can probably tell I'm manipulating you, but it is my birthday in two days, at least by my count.  Being unconcious for days threw my count off a bit." Zajon hoped his small stature and childish voice (Which had not yet dropped, by the way) could get him out of this unlikely fix.

Veronica didn't budge, she didn't even blink, she kept her knife pointed at him and had the same terrifying expression on her face, only now the corner of her mouth had curled up a little into a rather intimidating grin "HA! You really think that I would put off killing you because it's going to be your birthday?!" she still had the terrable tone in her voice, but she was amused over it that was for sure so she half way agreed "Alright, I'll give you those couple of days, if you manage to escape me you can live, if not..." she took a step closer and touched his chest with the tip of her blade "I will kill you, and my blade will stab you... right here..." she put pressure on the sharp tip and cut an X into his chest leaving a bloody cross mark.

Zajon grimaced at the pain, then grinned at her amusement.  The trick had worked, just as planned.  He hit a relex pressure point (Actual thing, look it up.  Sorry, but I don't actually know where they are, so if he hit an unrealistic spot, just tell me) casusing Veronica to gag, simply showing off his knowledge, took off into the forest, and grabbed Apple while Veronica was gagging a Harlem was on the ground in pain.  This may have not worked out just as planned, but Zajon still lived, and he was happy with that.  He did have a large wound on his chest that would probably scar, but A. The capitol had fancy mediacal technology to erase it, and B. he could probably find an anesthectic (I doubt that's spelled right) plant somewhere.

"Dang it!" said Harlem as Zajon ran away. He stood up, limping slightly with blood dripping down his leg, "I'm gonna find you! And when I do, I'm gonna kill you, you and your little pet too!" he yelled after Zajon in a menacing, angered tone. Harlem's blue eyes were now a piecing green, his jaw was clenched, and his face wore a serious and intimadating expression. Harlem was a man of his word, he didn't make empty promises. The capitol must have been having a field day with that scene, and no doubt they had the camera on Harlem's face, illuminating his striking features.

Veronica was finally able to compose herself and stop gagging, she looked up but Zajon was already to far for her to throw anything and actually hit him with it, she hit a tree with the side of her fist then quickly composed her anger "What better time to kill that little punk then on his birthday?" she asked quietly to herself, after that little episode she was bound and determined to have his head.  Her eyes changed back to there origional icy blue color and she brushed her hair out of her face then looked over at Harlem who was bleeding down his leg "We'd better take a look at that..." she said calmly, and amazingly all the hatred and cruelty was gone from her voice.

Harlem nodded his his head, still steaming. Killing Zajon was going to be harder than he thought, though by Veronica's standard ideas, he probably wouldn't be able to kill him if she said not to. "You know, I would really love to kill that pest, Zajon." said Harlem as he sat dow on a rotted log and packed his stuff back up. "Though if we could convince him, he would be an excellent atribute to our cause." said Harlem as he pondered the situation, and where they stood with Zajon. He always tried to see things from the prey's point of view, that way he could make all the right moves.

Veronica put her knife in her back pocket and knelt down on the ground next to him and wiped off as much blood as she could so she could examine his leg, but she could not help but smile "Yeah, you and me both, but you're right, if we could just talk to him preferably without Apple around to nearly kill us, we might actually make a little progress getting him on our side.  He is starting to get on my nerves now though, he's getting braver to." she stated as she turned to dig in her bag pulling out an anti-venom ointment and applying it to his leg then wrapped it up, and adding "It isn't to bad, once the ointment starts to work which should be shortly you'll be perfectly fine."

Zajon had heard the screams of them, thretening him.  There was no way he would trust them now, unless they had a surgery on their brains to reduce deception and violence.  However, he did trust Harlem a bit.  At least he wasn't as crazy as the girl.  Zajon could see where he was coming from, and Zajon swore that the girl had more testosterone than Harlem and Zajon put together, she was insane.  Zajon wouldn't be surprised if when he won this game, in the video condensation it would show her eating the flesh of a dead tribute.  Of course, Harlem had killed more, but she was still crazy.  Zajon decided that, to up his chance against them, he would have to increase his hideout.  Finally he found it, and stared for a minute at the pitiful two stone pillars holding up the drawbridge while he tried to recall how to make bricks.

((About time I showed up around here. I guess I'll just throw myself in...))

 

Dayna, armed with nothing more a sack of dried fruit, a coil of rope, a survival kit, and a small though dual-bladed knife, eased her way through the forest, trying and half-failing to be quiet. She was not used to this type of woody terrain, although she knew she would have to get used to it or get her head lopped off. Dayna had no intention of having a gruesome ending such as that, and kept on her guard.

Presently, she stopped by a small stream and sat down next to it against a tree to rest.

Zajon had scraped the brick idea and decided to dig a shelter.  He started by hauling about three rocks at a time back to his shelter for support, putting all of them in a pile.  After a while, he sat down to rest.  He then looked at the rocks, and decided that that was enough for now.  He began to quietly sneak back to the camp of the careers.  They had threatened to kill him, but he needed some metal to use for a shovel head.  He took Apple along, and when they got close, Zajon pointed to their pile of weapons, and wen Apple began to go in that direction, Zajon climbed up a tree, and used the close growing trees to his advantage, moving form tree to tree to make less noise, and got a good distance away, then dropping down and walking back to camp.  If Apple didn't come back in a bit, Zajon would go back and try to help him.

Harlem nodded, "Yeah, well I hope it's sooner rather than later because I swear if he does run into us again and tries something. I won't even  hesitate in killing him." said Harlem as he stood up, Veronica was right, his leg was pretty much fine. He limped a little bit but he could walk, he would just have to be running a bit slower until it healed. Harlem grabed his pack and headded north, weaving inbetween trees and steping carefullly through the underbrush so he wouldn't leave a trail and he really didn't know what could be hiding in all that jungle green.

Veronica took a final glance around before her gaze finally settled in the direction Harlem walked off in and she took off behind him, making just as little bit of noise as he did, and making frequent glances back behind her and also up into the trees as she went on and the greenery brushed past her, whipping her arms and legs, none the less, she was not about to ruin there cover by leaving any form of a trail so she was extra carful to weave around the brush and trees, her knife clutched tightly in her rught hand.

Strangely bothered by the silence, Harlem decided to make conversation. "So how far do you think we should travel?" he asked Veronica, "I mean we could keep going until dark, or try to find a new camp?"

Harlem was disgusted by his feeble attempts at making conversation, but their whole situation, being in the Hunger Games, knowing that at any moment their life could end was extremely rattling.

Veronica closed her eyes for a moment trying to clear her head, latly, thinking hadn't been a main focus for her considering all the things that have been going on, it had just been staying alive, she opened her eyes again and answered though it was sort of obvious to her "I'd wish we could keep going, I have no issue with the dark but it's probably best that we find a new camp, I don't feel like having another encounter with the night time creatures, especially if we don't have a base or somthing that would prove to be some form of shelter" she said as she looked up at the sky, pondering how long they had until it really was dark, but the trees make it difficult to determine.

Dayna could hear voices. 

"Ah, crap."

She made a last minute escape by ducking under the nearest bush, making a face as the branches scraped at her. Oh well. She went still and quieted her breath, slipping a hand toward her pocket where the knife lay. Maybe this would be a good opportunity to- ... No, it sounded like there were more than one of them, and that wouldn't get her anywhere.

But she could certainly plan. Evidently they wanted to find a safe camp. Dayna didn't blame them... But of course, they'd better find something well-hidden. Dayna smirked to herself as she rubbed her knife between her fingers.

The Arena:

The Arena in the Games is deadly. Lethal traps, ensnaring nets, murderous mutts, all because last year the Gamemakers decided it wasn't challenging enough.

A forest, mountains, valley, beach and ocean is the basic terrain of the arena.
 

The Cornucopia

Tributes start at the Cornucopia, inside a huge copper dome. The metal plates are surrounded by mines, but here's the trick: after 60 seconds, not all of the mines are deactivated... Tributes have to figure out a safe way to get across the mines to the Corn where all of the supplies are.

It contains:

Large Food Packs (containing 3 loaves of bread, 2 packets of beef jerky, 1 packet of fish jerky, two large pickles, a packet of smoked ham, a packet of dried fruits, a can of pineapples, and a gallon water bottle.)
Small Food Packs (containing 1 loaf of bread, 1 packet of beef jerky, two potatoes, one tomato, a small packet of dried fruit, and a pint water bottle.)
Loaves of Bread (Rye, white, and sourdough.)
Cans (Pineapple, tomato, chicken noodle soup, beef broth.)
Sacks of Dried Fruit
Sacks of Potatoes
Packets of Beef Jerky
Packets of Fish Jerky
Packets of Water Purification Tablets (each packet contains 15 tablets)
Sleeping Bags
Survival Packs (Containing a small amount of food, purification tablets, sleeping bag, small knife, small first aid kit)
Basic First-Aid Kits
Coils of thin, very strong rope (30 feet long)
Water Bottles

Note: You are allowed one sponsor gift every two days. This includes heated wet-suits, poisons, etc...

Second Note: If you grab a lot of stuff, you will be seriously slowed down. This means you have to move and fight slower

The Hunger Games

When the 13 Districts rebelled against the Capitol, the Capitol defeated 12 of the Districts, obliterating the 13th entirely. As punishment, the Capitol has declared that each district send two tributes (one male and one female) between the ages of 12 and 18, to participate in the annual Hunger Games.


The Hunger Games are a fight to death on live T.V. Twenty-four tributes are sent into an arena with weapons and food, not to mention bloody game-maker traps. The rules are simple: Kill or be killed. Who will win in the Hunger Games?

Basically the same as the plot

No Godmodding/Powerplaying (i.e being invincible, killing people without permission etc.)
Please use good grammar(no text talk!)
Be realistic(if you are completely cornered, trapped or are fighting against someone much stronger than you, you will be badly injured or killed)
Please don’t send yourself unrealistic gifts
I control disasters and arena surprises. Don’t just make up your own.
You can rp up to 3 tributes but no more.
NO Mary-Sues!(your character can’t be perfect)

How This Works
Your character starts at the Cornucopia on a round, metal plate. You must wait sixty seconds before stepping off your plate, or you will be destroyed by the mines around it.

Once the gong sounds, you can either run away as fast as you can, grab something from the Corn, or participate in the Bloodbath for the right to the best supplies.

The Bloodbath is the initial fighting next to the Corn. Usually, the Career Tributes* and some of their allies fight off their weaker opponents and get most of the loot.


The Careers
The Careers are usually the Tributes from Districts 1, 2, and 4 who train for the Hunger Games. They are usually the strongest and best equipped, and they form a career pack to try and hunt down the other tributes.

Alliances
Tributes can form alliances with other tributes. In an alliance, tributes keep each other alive, therefore improving their own chances of survival. Alliances can be broken by whoever and whenever.

Districts
District 1: Luxury Goods
District 2: Mining
District 3: Electronics
District 4: Fishing
District 5: DNA Experiments
District 6: Medicine
District 7: Lumber
District 8: Clothing/ Fabrics
District 9: Food Processing
District 10: Livestock
District 11: Agriculture
District 12: Coal

Form
Name(first and last):
Gender:
District:
Age(12-18):
Looks:
Personality:
Strength:
Weakness(not neccecary, but a good thing to note):
Status(career or solo?):
Other:

P.S If you joined before the switch just pick up where you left off, but still post the form.