Post by red on May 27, 2012 2:04:06 GMT -6
Most Wanted:
Slightly less wanted ^^:
User Name: Red
Role Playing Experience: Maybe four years?
Reason: Well I'm generally super-active, but my charries get very sad when they don't have lots of plots ): so I would like this position because plots are awesome and it give me something to post about every day ^^
Character: Alima Rea Pearce
Position: District 2 female tribute
Role Playing Example: She stood separate from her peers. They gave her a wide berth; they knew better than to endanger themselves by getting too close. She'd surely given them reason to. She remembered a time when one 'helpful' boy had attempted to fix her target for her. Poor kid. Her arrow had landed directly beside his forefinger and he had stood, frozen quite still, as he recognised how very close he had come to having no fingers at all.
Alima scanned her surroundings. The hall was full of her peers; those who worked for the Capitol to ensure their weapons were ones they could handle. The petite little blonde suppressed a snort. Peacekeepers were such babies. She knew, having trained many of them. Alima knew for sure that she could quite probably kill with her bare hands on a good day, without any of these fancy death-toys. She firmly believed that high-tech weapons were simply for those who weren't capable of violence without some form of aid.
Her thoughts were cold today. She made an effort to think nothing of her father, but she knew that he was most likely the reason for today's unprovoked rage. It was his fault. Everything was always his fault. He was the reason she would never stop being angry. She'd never stop this quest for violence.
"Daddy's little girl..." she muttered bitterly.
Suddenly furious, she pushed in front of the queue to grab her prototype for the day. No-one stopped her as she lifted herself a handful of lethal looking knives. This time she did snort. Who in the Capitol would ever use something as discreet as a knife? They liked flashy guns and things that went boom.
She stalked over to a target and stood around four metres away from it. It didn't escape her notice that some were eyeing her warily. She didn't blame them; she could only imagine what her usually hostile-at-the-very-best expression was like today. If she were them, she'd be scared too, she thought dryly.
She ignored them, and flung a knife at the her target.
Thwack.
Slightly less wanted ^^:
User Name:Red
Role Playing Experience: See above
Reason: See above ^^
Character: Calvin Robin Kane
Position: District 12 male tribute
Role Playing Example: He remained motionless for several minutes. He did realise this endeavour was almost entirely doomed to fail; few animals would emerge in the snow, even fewer wouldn't notice him. The breeze was wild, and whipped his hair in every direction. He gritted his teeth angrily, knowing that if the wind continued with its seemingly arbitrary motions, his scent would be carried in every direction for several metres around him. Given that a great deal of his prey relied very much on scent to ensure its safety, this was a less than convenient fact.
He had to force himself not to sigh; noise, regardless of how quiet or insignificant, would do very little to help his cause.
Pessimistically, he told himself that it was probably a doomed cause anyway and he should just get back to the territory of District 12 before some pesky Peacekeeper noticed his absence.
He considered it briefly, then decided against it. He hadn't really come out here to hunt, anyway. His purpose was to get away from the District.
District twelve, with all its regulations and oppression and patrolling Peacekeeper's, was stuffy. Not in the literal sense, of course. It was spacious enough. But when he was within its boundaries, Calvin felt suffocated. He felt like he couldn't breath. As though his own lack of freedom was cloying the air. The sense of being trapped was very nearly tangible; he hated it. Game or no game, it was worth the risk to be a little freer; to breath the fresh, cold air of the wilderness again. He'd take another broken nose for that any day.
Crunch.
Calvin stiffened. There was someone nearby. Not an animal. Was it a Peacekeeper? Although he knew he should find cover, he remained stationary. With snow this crisp, moving would surely betray his presence. He took a breath to calm his heart as it pounded in his ears. He needed to be calm; to have clear senses.
It couldn't be a Peacekeeper. If they'd seen him leave they wouldn't have followed him out. They would have waited until his return to inflict any form of punishment. What would be the point in abusing him out here, where no-one could see? That wouldn't help their reign of terror in any way whatsoever. Besides, he was sure he hadn't been seen.
So who was out here? Someone from district eleven, or six? Those were the only that bordered his home district.
The crunching stopped, not far behind him. Had they seen him? Where they about to run, or plan an attack?
The pounding started again, and this time he couldn't bear the suspense. In one fluid motion, he stood and turned to stand in a hostile position.
It was a girl. A girl not much older than him, whose expression mirrored what he felt. That didn't matter, however. What mattered was that she had her own, superior weapon trained on him, and if things turned nasty it was a battle he was going to lose.
"Who're you."
