This RP is based off of several elements of "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins.

 

The future is not what it seems. The United States has been separated into "districts". There are 13 districts, each of them stricken with extreme poverty. Living off of the land is strictly prohibited, so many starve. In order to allow some people to live, the Capitol (the government) has created "The Hunger Games". The winner of these games will receive extravagant amounts of money, a new house, and plenty of food. Two "Tributes" from each district are chosen to participate in these games. The games may seem like they are fun, but they are anything but. Winning the game will make some go through extreme pain and tons of mental stress. Why is this? To win the Hunger Games, you must kill every other tribute in a specialized arena the government has created, including the Tribute from your district. The arena face can vary from a jungle to a desert. The age range for the Tributes vary from 12-18, any gender. Many people find these games cruel, but some families are so desperate, they support them. The Capitol enjoys these games for entertainment, but they believe that the Hunger Games are for a greater good.

 

Rules

1. Nobody in this RP has super powers, you are normal human beings.

2. You cannot god-mod in this RP.

3. We will not start off in the arena.

4. Your posts must be descriptive and without extreme grammatical errors. Posts with one full paragraph, at least 5 sentences.

5. Every District has one male and one female Tribute. If there is already somebody of your gender in a District, please choose another one.

6. Do not kill other RPers without permission

7. Keep cussing to a PG-13 level.

8. Enjoy.

 

Name: Jacob Lefevre

Age: 16

Gender: Male

District: 8

 

Appearance (you get new clothes in the Arena): Jacob has slightly tanned skin, dark brown hair that hangs over his head, a mustache, and a few beard hairs. He wears a white T-Shirt, torn black Docker shorts, and a pair of old Reeboks. Mostly, his facial features are hidden by his hair, but when he pulls his hair back, you can see his depressed look.

 

H.G. weapon: He has an assortment of throwing daggers, which have been dipped in one of the most deadliest toxins in the world. He also has a blowdart gun, two battle daggers, and a limited supply of mines.

 

Short bio: Jacob and his family moved from Canada to the U.S. 10 years before the creation of the Hunger Games. They had lived a pretty good life in California before it got turned into District 8. After this, their lives made a turn for the worst. They lost most of their money, and they couldn't afford a lot of food. 3 years ago, when Jacob's brother Jackson was picked as a Tribute, they had mixed emotions of happiness and depression. They prayed everyday while he was in the arena, but unfortunately, he was killed when there were only 3 people left. This left Jacob in a state of depression and anger. He dropped out of the Capitol created school system, and began to just walk around his district, with nothing to do.

 

 

Post your intros now.

 

 

Another day has gone by. Another day without a decent meal. All Jacob had today was a bowl of dry oatmeal. As the Twilight begins to fall, he begins to head back home. He had been walking around District 8 all day today. He witnessed a few whippings in the Capitol plaza around 3 p.m. The man that was whipped had been caught hunting in the woods. As Jacob recollects on his day during his walk home, he notices Capitol vehicles fly by him. What are they doing here? Unless...it's time. Jacob starts to run the opposite way from his house. The cold wind blows against his face and hair as he sprints towards the Capitol square. When he gets there, he notices the whole District population standing in the square. There was a large stage, and Capitol officials were standing on it, looking down at the people. A man in a white suit was standing at a microphone. "Today is the biggest day of the year. The day we pick the Tributes for the Hunger Games."

(Okay?) Sophia thought. (How is it going to be okay? Only one of us twenty-four is getting out of here ALIVE. And for the rest of their lives, they have to know that they killed the others. For twenty-three of us, things are going to be anything BUT okay. And I'm probably going to be one of those twenty-three. I trained, but what could I do? I barely have enough energy to run a mile from such little food.) She shook her head slightly herself. It took her a second before she realized he was talking to her. "Huh? What?" He repeated. "What were you asking about my job?" "Oh, right," She sniffled, and refused to let herself cry. "Did you work in the Main Factory? I had to work on the loading dock there. It was awful." She admitted. "I don't remember seeing you there before, though."

"I worked in the trading department,"Brian said."I handled our relationships with the factory's other companies.I was 2nd-top-position in the Trading Department.But i hated it - i would rather not work at all and be happy,then do something that i hate."Brian finished his meal,then threw the plate,like a frisby,into the trash.

"Nice throw," Sophia approved. She had to, for just a moment, put aside her fear. She needed to think strategically. She needed to find a way to make it home in one place, since her one-girl-revolution plan to revolt against the Capitol didn't seem to be turning out too well. She jumped slightly at the word she'd thought. Revolt? Sure, people had questioned, doubted, and not wanted to Capitol's authority, but no one had dared speak of a REBELLION. She shook her head slightly, and started thinking again.

 

Allies. She needed allies. Ones she'd probably end up killing later, but once the Games began they'd be helpful. Allies came from friends. So she just needed to make some friends, right? She was already a District 1 Tribute, so the odds were tipped in her favor a little more. But after last year's Hunger Games, when the entire career pack had been destroyed by a Gamemaker trap, she guessed the pack wouldn't be re-created this year. She was on her own to make her own new pack. "So," She leaned across the table. "Since soon we're both probably headed to our deaths...Allies?"

Brian laughed."As long as you dont kill me in my sleep."Brian then paused."And i realize that sounded creepier than i meant...."Brian held out his hand."Allies".

Sophia beamed. "It's a deal."

 

Stacy ran up to her after lunch, looking furious. "Where were you two hours and twenty-three minutes ago?" She blinked automatically. "What?" "Where!?" Stacy snapped. "In the Remake Center?" Sophia offered carefully. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I wasn't sure if they'd worked on you yet." (Well, I'M sure) She thought darkly to herself. (I would NEVER wear a dress. Not that we could even afford one.) She looked down at the sparkly blue material. "Hurry!" Stacy grabbed her hand and started dragging her down the hall. "Huh? Where?" Sophia stumbled after her, trying to keep up, though she was being towed backwards. "Hurry! It's almost time for Training to begin!" She repeated in confusison. "Training?" "For the Games, silly!"

Jacob spots two Tributes shaking hands. How can they be allies when they have to kill each other? Things just didn't add up. No matter how much he liked Elizabeth, he couldn't be her ally just because he would probably have to kill her. But it wouldn't matter if I had to kill her or she had to kill me... Jacob resolves. But I must win, for my family. So I'll probably have to have someone else kill her.. At this very thought, Jacob slams his face on the table. He was in love with Elizabeth, and thinking these things drove him to the brink of insanity. Tears start to run down his face as he thinks of her, and his brother. If I had to die for her, I would. But I have to live for my family! These two conflicting problems were affecting Jacob's head. He throws away his plate of food, and starts to walk out of the cafeteria.

Brian heard and snapped."AH CRAP!!!".Brian put on his jacket and ran to the training rooms.There,a man stood.He was exactly like Brian,but he had big muscles and a beard and seemed to be in his late 30s.The man gave Brian his workout schedule,which was based on his medical conditions.Brian's jaw dropped."THERES NO WAY IN HELL IM DOING ALL OF THIS TODAY!!!!".The man brought out a whip."1 mile now or later??".The man blew a whistle,and Brian began his workout,which began with 50 push-ups.

Sophia stopped, gasping, bending down, hands on her knees. She didn't care how many times they zapped her with those electric poles or used their whips, this was it. She couldn't take another step. Gasping for air, she clutched her stomach, burning with pain and cramps. Her hands were bright red from the ropes she'd been pulling, and the soles of the new sneakers they'd given her at the Remake Center to replace the awful high heels were wearing out from all of the seemingly endless running.

 

"Hey! Get up!" One of the white-suited men yelled. She didn't have the breath to answer him with more than. "I... can't... do it anymore..." Surely they knew this was crazy. It was so HOT, and there was no water after hours and hours of enduring this. Were they trying to kill them before they got to the arena? What kind of sick "fun" would that be. (I'm not moving.) She thought determindedly. (As far as I know no Tribute's ever died in pre-Arena events, but who knows.)

After Brian finished his 15 lap run,he walked into the room,withotu breath.he drank the ice cold water in less than 5 seconds."WATER - THANK YOU!!!".Brian then finished it,with a loud belch,then fell to the ground."I cant do this anymore....this heat.....so hot...cant..move...."Luckily,out of hope,brian was able to get up,and he helped Sophia up.He then handed her a water.

Sophia's hands hurt just unscrewing the lid, but she finished the bottle in just a few seconds. "This is horrible," She finally managed to get enough air to say. "How have none of the Tributes died from this before? This is crazy. What kind of training is this?" Slowly, more exhausted Tributes started to trickle into the room. Sophia took a deep breath. Soon, the Peacekeepers were going to come back, and demand they keep training. She knew she was lucky even for this little break. Though she'd probably never be able to move her legs again after today. "Well," She stood up, crumpling the water bottle in her fist. "Guess we better get prepared."

The night had passed by.....

 

Jacob and Elizabeth reported to Terri at 8 a.m. the next morning. "Glad you guys got some rest, because today is going to be vigorous", Terri said while eating a piece of toast. A knock hit Terri's door, and Jacob walks over to the door and opens it. A man, apparently in his 20s, came in and introduced himself. "My name is George, and I'm here to train you guys for a little bit before you put on a display for the GameMakers." Jacob shot a look at Terri and exclaimed, "Who the hell are the GameMakers?! You just told us we had to train." Terri puts down her piece of toast and sighs. "I didn't want you guys to get worried. The GameMakers are just the people who run things in the arena. They want to see your skills before you go in." Elizabeth just stays quiet, and Jacob facepalms. George turns and says, "Follow me." He leads them to a huge building across the street. When they walk in, Jacob sees loads of other tributes training in some kind of simulation. George tells Jacob to pick up a weapon, or weapons. A whole assortment of weapons were laid across a steel table. Jacob saw a belt that had daggers in its pockets, and he picked it up. "Ahh, the throwing knives. Excellent choice. Each of those were dipped the poison of the Black Mamba, one of the worlds deadliest snakes." Jacob straps on the belt, and searches the table for more weapons. He sees two curved daggers, and he places those in his belt. He also sees an extendable pole. "What's this?". George smiles and says, "That's a blowdart gun. I'm pretty sure you know how to use that." Jacob nods, and looks at what Elizabeth picks up. She is holding a blue bow and a quiver full of arrows. "Excellent choice, Liz", says George. "Those electric arrows will put someone in a coma like that." He snaps. "Now, training time." George press a button a wall, and several training dummies that move by themselves. "Attack all of these." Jacob throws his knives at three of them, and slashes a couple with his daggers. Elizabeth shoots an arrow, and it pierces three of the dummies in the head. "Good job!", says George. "You guys are ready for the arena!".

Brian yelled "I FREAKING HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".Brian got back up and began working out.After the 50 pull-ups,he did 50 more push ups,then 3 more laps,then at the end,he climbed a rope and rung a bell - and had to repeat it 5 times.After those,he had to jump gates for 10 minutes.For every gate he hit,he had to do 2 more minutes.So after about 15 minutes of it,Brian took a 10 minute break.And so on and so forth.After his day of "Exercise"(Or so he called it "Torture"),he finally got up.After a 3-hour nap,Brian was ready for his first challenge.

Sophia, breathing hard, walked slowly to the gate. She wasn't sure she could go faster without snapping every bone in her body. She saw Brian leaning against the gate, waiting for her. She waved slightly, almost too tired just to lift her arm. Behind him, glaring furiously, was Stacy, arms crossed, now in a buissiness suit. Sophia's face fell. (Darn,) She thought. (And just when I thought all of the depressing torture was finally over.) She grabbed her and Brian's wrists, and dragged them to a big, empty white room. "What are we doing here?" Sophia asked in confusion, nervously twirling a wavy strand of her brown hair. "You'll have to present yourselves to the Gamemakers." She vaguely remembered seeing training scores for this on T.V. She muttered under her breath. "Oh, yay, and just when I thought it couldn't get any better."

Brian dusted himself off and presented himself as a gentleman by putting his jacket on and standing in position.

Stacy yanked Sophia's hand away. "You'll mess it up." Sophia frowned. "My hair looks fine normally, and I never do anything to it." She protested. "Well, too bad, hun, 'cause this isn't 'normally' anymore." She snapped, and Sophia dropped her hand. Under her breath, she muttered. "Jeez, you could have been a little nicer." Then, she put on a fake smile, and picked off some of the dirt from the glittering blue dress. (My gawd, this thing is impossibly difficult to walk in.) She thought to herself. (And heels! I'm not on a runway! Why do I need all of this stuff?) Sophia looked around. (So I show off my killing skills in a DRESS?)

 

Well, I have to go have dinner, so I'll be back soon. Anyone can use Sophia, just don't get her killed or doing anything really stupid. Be back in a few!

 

George looks at his watch and says, "Time for you guys to see the Gamemakers!". He leads them into another room where 5 men wearing odd clothing were sitting at a judges booth. "Jacob Lefevre. You are up." Jacob sighs. Several targets appear across the room. Jacob closes his eyes, and then draws two throwing knives. He tosses them without even looking. The sound of the knives hitting the targets force him to open his eyes. He looks at the targets and the positions of the knives. Bulls-eye. The Gamemakers actually applaud Jacob. "Good job", one of them says. Jacob bows and walks out of the spotlight. Elizabeth was next. He watched as she shot her arrows with perfect precision. All of her shots hit the exact middle of the targets as well. "A swell job, madam!", a Gamemaker says. Elizabeth takes a bow, and walks away as well. Jacob couldn't do anything but admire her skill. Both of them walk out of the room, and are approached by George, who watched from outside. "You guys did great! Lets see your scores." George points to a giant T.V. screen above, and Jacob watches with patience. When he sees his face pop up on the screen, he gets nervous. The score then appears. It read: "Jacob. District 8. 9/10." He breathes with relief, and then waits for Liz's score. 10/10. Jacob wasn't jealous, he knew she was far more skilled than him. He walks out of the building and heads back towards his living quarters.

Brian's manager came in and took him to the Dressing Room.1 minute later,Brian came out in a black tuxedo and black pants,wearing dance shoes."What is this,a dance?I thought we are here to kill,not look our best!"

 

10 minutes later,the 2 Gamemakers went behind a large window.They looked at brian."Brian.District 1.Begin.".Brian nodded.Suddenly,15 targets appeared in the room.Brian,in less than 10 seconds,threw 8 knives into each target,and 7 targets left behind him.He then took out 7 knives and continued to throw them into the remaining targets.In 15 seconds,the 15 targets were killed.Brian's manager,as well as the 2 gamemakers,applauded in excitement.The screen appeared.Brian got 2 scores:9/10,and 10/10.Brian sighed in relief and returned to his room.

Sophia smirked when it was her turn. She ignored Stacy's yelling. She ordered them to replace the targets with mannicans. She twirled her staff, jabbing one in the stomach so it tipped, jumping into the air and spinning, knocking over two more by kicking them. The final one she slammed on the head with her staff. She whirled to face the applauding Gamemakers. (That) She thought. (Is how you deal with bullies. Now if you'd like to take those mannicans places...) Instead, she smiled, did a slightly curtesy, and ran back to Stacy. Even she looked impressed. She tapped Sophia's shoulders, and they looked up to see her training score flash. 10/10.

Jacob makes it back to his room and lays down on his bed. Before he can take a nap, Terri bursts in his room and says "What are you doing?! You have to get ready! This is the night before the Games, the public must see you and Liz!". A fashion team rushes in the room. A man in all white steps out and says, "Oh no. This vill not vork. Ve must change your clothes." His heavy French accent had surprised Jacob. Before Jacob could respond, the team strips him naked, and forces him to put on the clothes they brought with them. He walks to a mirror and checks himself out. He was wearing a bright white tuxedo, with a black shirt under the tux jacket. His bow-tie was white on the right side, black on the left side, and a swirl in the middle. He felt good. Some of the stylists combed his hair back, nice and neat. Jacob sat in a chair and waited for Elizabeth.

Brian sees his 2 designers and his manager walk in."What now...?",Brian said."The publics going to meet you now.",Josh,his manager,replied."But im already dressed!",Brian protested."You're going to need your hair brushed.",Josh replied."But my hair is fine!",Brian shouted."Your hair should be combed back and gelled",Josh said nicely.Brian growled."Fine.Make me look handsome..I'm going to die,anyways.",Brian said.

 

5 minutes later,Brian returned in the room,with hair combed back."The ladies will love you!",Josh yelled in excitement."Don't push it",Brian replied.

Stacy shook her head, and whipped out a cellphone. "Yes, get me D1T1's Stylists." She gave Sophia a disapproving glance. "Yes, bring something else. How stunning can WRINKLED clothes be?" She snapped it shut, and sighed, giving a look that clearly showed it all. The whole "why am I stuck with job, and why you?" look. "You HAD to get them dirty." "D1T1?" Sophia asked in confusion. "That would be you. District 1, Tribute 1." She groaned, and then pointed to a tiny room with a white curtain in front. "Go. Your Stylists will be here any--ah, here we go." The same three from before bounced up before Sophia. No surprise their excited grins look evil.

 

Sophia moaned when they forced her to look in the mirror. Her glossy deep brown hair had been pinned up, leaving a few wavy strands to fall down the side of her face. She was dressed in a deep pink strapless dress, ruffled at her waist, trying not to show how skinny she was from being under-fed. On top of all of this horror, a pink rose was put in her hair, and high heels to make her seem average height, instead of smaller. "Do I have to?" She pleaded to Stacy, already knowing the answer. In response, she shoved her towards the platform.

Brian sighed in anger."If we have to dance,i swear im going to break someone's face.",Brian snapped."I doubt you could take on the security,"Josh mocked."though it would be amazing to see."Brian then sighed and walked to the platform.

Little did Jacob know, the stylists had already fixed up Elizabeth in another place, so when she walked in the room, his jaw dropped. Her hair was hanging freely, but combed, all the way down to her back. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, with rose imprints all of it. Her hair was accessorized with a white bow, and she also had on white high heels. An angel indeed. And to think the Games start tomorrow... Jacob wasn't ready for all of this, he knew he would have a nervous breakdown. Hopefully not on camera. Terri escorts them out of the building and into a white limo. Jacob slumped in his seat. I hate crowds. The ride lasted about a half hour. When they reached their destination, the driver opened the door. Jacob let Elizabeth slip out first, and then let himself out. A black carpet that led to the extravagant building greeted them, as well as photographers and a huge crowd, held back by barriers. Jacob is blinded by all of the flashes from the cameras, and almost turns deaf because of the loud screams of the crowd. Jacob spots a girl wearing a "Team Jacob" shirt, and feels awkward. Him and Liz quicken their pace, and walk inside the building. Several people were already inside. They're probably from the Capitol. Jacob finds a table, and sits down with Liz. A huge dance floor was located in the middle of the room, and some people were already using it. A waiter appears and asks Jacob what he wants to eat, and Jacob looks up. "Fried chicken, please." The waiters nose twitches with disgust, but he turns away to fulfill the order. Jacob places a hand on his face and stares at the dance floor.

Sophia looked nervously around. A party? For WHAT? What on earth were they celebrating? Twenty-three kids impending doom? What was wrong with these Capitol people. Someone came up behind her, and she jumped at her name. It was an interviewer with a camera man. "What'syou'rename?SophiaHeartsright?Oh,that'sexcitingsotellmedoesthecompetition--" Sophia blinked--he was talking so fast she could barely understand. Stacy, without even glancing at her, grabbed her elbow and pulled her away. She bent down and whispered. "DON'T talk to the media. You're too good for them--remember that." Encouraging words from Stacy? This was new. "I am?" She looked a her, surprised. "No, of course not, I just don't want you screwing up and saying the wrong thing."

Brian got into the limo,and raised a hand out to Sophia."Might as well go with someone you trust,right?"