forum Hunger Games RP with a twist (Open)
Started by @CWTurtleOfFreedom
tune

people_alt 6 followers

@ImNotCrazyImAFangirl

Ceranophilia means a love for thunder and lightning. A storm girl.
In the games, Cera will be a storm. At least, that’s what she tells herself. She doesn’t think she’ll be called, but volunteers exist for a reason. She doesn’t want to play in the games, but her father insists.
“Ladies first!” The woman trills. “Margaret Wilson!”
Cera sighs. She can feel her father’s stare on her back. “I volunteer as tribute.”

-

“Why, a volunteer for the girl! Lovely. Absolutely lovely,” she sings. “Now, for the gentlemen!” She draws another slip, and there is an agonizing moment where no one says anything.
Roscoe exhales, fingers tapping. He does not want to be here. He wants to go home, go fishing like he normally would.
“Roscoe Harrison!”
He freezes. This is not what is supposed to happen. She is supposed to call a different name, a different poor soul.
Dimly, he is aware that he is moving. His body knows what to do, even if he doesn’t. He walks to the stage.
No one volunteers.

//I write dramatic when I’m bored ok

@amber_is_in_a_loop

Amina remained still and silent, gripping Salma's hand in hers. The overwhelming mass of girls staring up at the stage emanated heat and nerves and it didn't help the name hanging on everyone's lips. Amina didn't bother wishing for it not to be her. She had taken the 3 tesserae for her siblings, and Salma the 2 for their parents. The sun was beating down, but it didn't affect the neon Capitol woman rambling happily ahead.
Finally, she shut up. "Very well. Mays the odds be ever in your favour!"
Salma snorted and Amina tightened her grip on her hand. "Our female tribute is… Amina Bennis!" she chirped.
It was like a punch to the gut. Salma started shaking uncontrollably. Amina turned to her twin and hugged her tightly before turning stiffly to the stage and proudly marched up to the side of the woman, who put her arm around her shoulder. Amina shrugged it off.

Joseph stood tall and proud in the middle of the crowd, sweat beading on his spine and face. The glare of the sunlight bounced off the high, polished windows of the Hall and assaulted the trembling mass of kids awaiting their doom.
"May the odds be ever in your favour," the Capitol woman grinned from the stage as the usual movie came to an end. He inhaled deeply and watched emotionlessly as the girl was called and brought up to the stage. Then the woman turned back to the crowd. "And now, for the men," she said grandly.
She reached her spidery hand into the bowl and picked out a paper. She gently peeled it open.
"Caleb Porter." Joseph's breath hitched. He knew Caleb; he had an enormous family and was the eldest son. They had been friends for a very long time. Joseph watched as the crowd parted to let Caleb through.
Before he could think about it, he called out, "I volunteer as tribute." Time stopped.
Caleb turned to him incredulously. Joseph gave him a small smile and repeated himself louder. "I volunteer as tribute."
He walked up to the stage in a daze.

@CWTurtleOfFreedom

(Sure. Idk about the past stuff, I just know that the games are still going. That works if u want. Maybe Katniss and Peeta died in an “accident” some time ago? We have to have a new president tho.)