"Now or Never, Exceed or Fail." {D2 Roleplay}
Mar 14, 2013 22:59:56 GMT -5
Post by Lilaya on Mar 14, 2013 22:59:56 GMT -5
"Now or Never, Exceed or Fail"
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A bitterness of frost chills the entrance of the District Two's Academy as young female welcomes herself inside. Her chestnut locks are curled and rest gently on top of her shoulders, allowing her sun kissed face open for viewing. The tip of her head was covered with a black hat, folded on the end and decorated with evening black beads, the same design as her scarf. The girls checks are blush pink from the cold, covering the foundation she applied earlier to cover a pimple. A pair of chocolate eyes reveal her mood, curiously excited. You can easily notice she has applied black mascara to her lashes, making them darker and longer in length. A spin colour sparkly lipstick coats her light pink lips and pale white sparkly eyeshadow covers her eye lids, blending perfectly with her luxurious lashes.
A white vest with fake but warm fur lines the inside, a new fashion tres throughout her district. The pockets of the vest cover sun kissed hands that export themselves to close the door and brush away a strand of hair from her face. Precious tiny snowflakes are scattered on the vest, especially the front. A simple pair of washed blue jean cover her lower body. A brown leather handbag, or a purse, is leaning against her hip, filled with objects and gadgets.
The setting is basically normal. The weapons are all pilled or hung neatly on their assigned racks or hooks and the survival and physical skill stations are located in the back of the Academy. The only difference is that eight trainers, including the girl's, are all lined professional as the face the doorway.
Frosty bitterness of winter sprung a shiver up of this beautiful female's stomach, resulting in a shiver from the girl. The coldness of winter melted away as the heat and warmth of the Academy heater began to take effect. Before walking up to her trainer, the girl rubbed her tall black heel-boots across the mate located in front of the Academy's large framed double doors. A black scarf decorated with evening black shiny beads hung from her neck all the way to her waist line and drifted behind her as she strides across the marble tiles up to her Trainer.
"Good morning Miss Zsofia." Greeted her Trainer, Mrs. Avection, with a friendly and welcoming smile that increased Zsofia's level of interest about what activity she will be taking part in. This spark of interest was caused by her smile, something she normally displayed when she knew her student would be enjoying herself. Zsofia remembers she hasn't yet greeted Mrs. Avection and figures it would be polite to do so. "Good morning indeed." Sarcastically rolls off of her tongue naturally and she adds a question to her first comment, "What activity are we doing today?" The answer comes and surprise yet determination springs immediately in her chocolate eyes after her Trainer finishes explaining.
"We must wait for the other seven students to arrive first. Than we are going to the next floor" a motion with Mrs. Avection's head to the elevator to her right comes with this unfinished sentence. "where a space has been cleared for us the use for the contest." Knowing Mrs. Avection for many years grants her permission to nod causally in agreement to her instructions. The first impression is the best in Zsofia's mind so she holds her hands together and places her hands behind her back professionally, eager for the other's to enter.
To enter the Roleplay go to this link:
www.hungergamesrpg.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=characterplots&thread=52449&page=1
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A bitterness of frost chills the entrance of the District Two's Academy as young female welcomes herself inside. Her chestnut locks are curled and rest gently on top of her shoulders, allowing her sun kissed face open for viewing. The tip of her head was covered with a black hat, folded on the end and decorated with evening black beads, the same design as her scarf. The girls checks are blush pink from the cold, covering the foundation she applied earlier to cover a pimple. A pair of chocolate eyes reveal her mood, curiously excited. You can easily notice she has applied black mascara to her lashes, making them darker and longer in length. A spin colour sparkly lipstick coats her light pink lips and pale white sparkly eyeshadow covers her eye lids, blending perfectly with her luxurious lashes.
A white vest with fake but warm fur lines the inside, a new fashion tres throughout her district. The pockets of the vest cover sun kissed hands that export themselves to close the door and brush away a strand of hair from her face. Precious tiny snowflakes are scattered on the vest, especially the front. A simple pair of washed blue jean cover her lower body. A brown leather handbag, or a purse, is leaning against her hip, filled with objects and gadgets.
The setting is basically normal. The weapons are all pilled or hung neatly on their assigned racks or hooks and the survival and physical skill stations are located in the back of the Academy. The only difference is that eight trainers, including the girl's, are all lined professional as the face the doorway.
Frosty bitterness of winter sprung a shiver up of this beautiful female's stomach, resulting in a shiver from the girl. The coldness of winter melted away as the heat and warmth of the Academy heater began to take effect. Before walking up to her trainer, the girl rubbed her tall black heel-boots across the mate located in front of the Academy's large framed double doors. A black scarf decorated with evening black shiny beads hung from her neck all the way to her waist line and drifted behind her as she strides across the marble tiles up to her Trainer.
"Good morning Miss Zsofia." Greeted her Trainer, Mrs. Avection, with a friendly and welcoming smile that increased Zsofia's level of interest about what activity she will be taking part in. This spark of interest was caused by her smile, something she normally displayed when she knew her student would be enjoying herself. Zsofia remembers she hasn't yet greeted Mrs. Avection and figures it would be polite to do so. "Good morning indeed." Sarcastically rolls off of her tongue naturally and she adds a question to her first comment, "What activity are we doing today?" The answer comes and surprise yet determination springs immediately in her chocolate eyes after her Trainer finishes explaining.
"We must wait for the other seven students to arrive first. Than we are going to the next floor" a motion with Mrs. Avection's head to the elevator to her right comes with this unfinished sentence. "where a space has been cleared for us the use for the contest." Knowing Mrs. Avection for many years grants her permission to nod causally in agreement to her instructions. The first impression is the best in Zsofia's mind so she holds her hands together and places her hands behind her back professionally, eager for the other's to enter.
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