Post by Alyssa :) on Jun 20, 2012 20:40:34 GMT -6
User Name: Admin
Role Playing Experience: 6 Years
Reason: Mostly because I promised Alicia that I would but I believe it would be a lot of fun and give me something to do.
Character: Howi Griffon
Position: Tribute for District 11
Role Playing Example:
The sun blazed down on District 11 as clouds drifted across the sky blue sky. A stale breeze rustled the leaves of the orchard trees. Howi watched with dark cooper eyes as small framed adults and children scaled a large apple tree. He was amazed at how quick they worked through the branches just to pick fruit. A stray apple dropped through the branches and several workers clinging to the tree tried to catch the slipper red fruit with one hand. Gracefully he stepped left two times and stretched out an arm to catch the succulent snack. A small thud sounded as the now bruised apple landed in his hand. He rolled it through his figures as several workers clapped but that soon stopped as a peacekeeper fired a few stray bullets.
Slowly Howi turned and spotted a gun pointed at him. Carefully he dropped the apple in with a mix of bad collected fruits. The peacekeeper lowered the gun. Stupid peacekeepers thinking I'm going to steal. They're all just a load of kill joys and I can't see how they can be so cruel. He thought with an annoyed glare. He returned back to work and picked up a large crate of apples that were to be taken yards away from the orchards to be inspected. The best of the apples would be sent to the Capitol and the rest sent to the other districts. He took in a deep breath before letting out a long slow sigh. If only the work hour was over with so he could go home to his brothers or meet up with his girlfriend. Sluggishly he made his way across the fields listening as works whistled tunes to the mockingjays and they elegantly sang the tunes back. A small, warm smile pushed the at the corners of Howi's mouth. He loved the sound of birds and that was definitely the only good part of working in the orchards.
After minutes of walking Howi arrived at the sorting tables and he carefully placed the crate down with a nod to some of his friends. They smiled sweetly in return. Life was a strange thing. People here lived such shattered lives, working for long hours of the day and making minimum wage but yet, they always found some reason to smile. That was probably a good thing but Howi still found his own kind so weird. Slowly he waved good by and walked back towards the orchards with his hands in his pockets. Once again he repeated lifting the crate and heading to the sorting tables. This was his job. Moving large objects that the pickers couldn't and it was a rather boring job at that. The good part was he only had about an hour left because he had been working since midnight and it was about twelve in the afternoon. Soon he heard the melodic song that the pickers of his shift would sing and sighed in releaf. Finally he could leave the very watchful eyes of twelve peacekeepers and head home.
Casually he walked through the crowd of people who he worked with out into the streets. Everyone casually split apart as they went to their houses or to the market to buy food. Howi trugged his way to his house where he struggled with the locked door. His parents must be sleeping and he knew for a fact his brothers were still at school. Right now he had peace and quiet to sleep. He pulled off his shoes and dropped them by the door before moving to his room. Once there he sat on his bed before laying down. He took a deep breath while listening for his parents to stirr or make any nose. Nothing. His eye lids started to close and before he knew it he was asleep.