Cinder Needs A Plot NOW!

Cinder needs a plot.

Like desperately.

Since I haven't done any actual RolePlaying on this site for nearly a month, Ive decided I need something really huge and epic to bring me back to life. Wt and I originally had a great plan, but shes busy and stuff and Id like some other plots so... thats all.

If you have a character you want a plot for, tell me. I have loads of charrys and Im willing to do anything, but I have one person Id like a plot for more than any other.

Arcadia London, former District Two tribute of the past games. She was designed to be in the Games, and her brain is completely wired for survival mode now. I cant stop her from thinking of all the ways she could kill a person. I role played her a lot in the Hunger Games, and shes evolved into a person I never imagined. Basically the official story is she was about to volunteer as Tribute for D2, but an enemy of the Ismene Clemet, the chosen tribute, knocked her out so she could watch Ismene die in the games (sadist much?) Anyways Arcadias whole life was leading up to that moment and her father swore to kill her so she ran away. Heres a post I did with her, pretty much telling the story:

The memories burned. They were enchanting, but they burned. Like watching a flame. So beautiful, flickering and illuminating everything in the room, but then you touch it and it hurts so much. Her insides were on fire, but on the outside Arcadia was cold. How could it be that she was dying by fire and by ice? Had the two major killers of the world teamed up in order t o finally put Miss London out of her misery? It seemed like it. While her insides ached and burned, her outsides slowly froze. The tears that ran down her face were icy cold, the breath tta escaped her lips was painful and sharp, and the blood that ran down her pointy, gaunt body was a rusty color now, frozen by the night. It was winter, after all.

A Career, Arcadia was a Career, but no Career is dumb enough to do a cross-country trek in the snow, in the middle of the night like she was now. There was a reason. Death was following her. The memories that burned like fire once again ran through her head. The Reaping. The name, chosen. The glance Father had given her. Her own voice straining to be heard, and finally the hand that clamped over her mouth. "You can die next year," the meaty girl had announced, holding Arcadia in a head lock and covering her mouth so she could not volunteer for the Games as Father had commanded. "This one and I have bad blood between us. I want her dead."

She had fainted. Arcadia was a tough cookie, people didn't often defeat her but that girl had been too big and strong. If she had had warning, Arcadia could have been quicker but lack of air and nerves had caused her to just pass out. The meaty girl let her drop to the floor and nobody noticed Arcadia, daughter of dead Tribute London, fall to the ground defeated. And Cady-Birds chance to win fell with her. She was only seventeen, so there was always next year, but Father would kill her by then.

So finally when she woke up from a bizarre dream where she had competed in the Games, Cady found herself alone in the Square. Somebody had dragged her over to a bench and sat her down on it. Father hadn't seen her, thank the lord. Her blue eyes searched the night. Maybe this was a trap, an elaborate trap he had set. But it was not, and so she walked.

Cady got to watch as a crying girl and a suicidal looking boy were loaded on a train she longed to be on. Where was the glory, the possible adventurous death she had promised would come to pass? Suddenly her life seized to have meaning. Cady would run away. She would flee District Two and return next year stronger and wilder. She would compete in the Games and win and everything would be alright again. Father wont kill me. I wont have to face Griffin. Her Trainer and her Lover, the two people who occupied her mind most of the time would hate her now, but later they wouldn't, and, and

Hours later she was still running. Nothing felt real now. This was all such a mess

ooc- obviously she isn't understanding much now. Once theres a person--a threat--near, shell start to comprehend and such.

ANYWAYS look her up on the charry directory and tell me whatcha think.

Plus Im tired :/