HAPPY HOLIDAYS! or not. [Open]

Character Wanted: April Fool
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Personality: April looks very cute, shy and kind on the outside, but she has the mind of a genius when it comes to pranks. The wheels of her brain are always spinning toward tricks and such. In every situation, she wonders, How can I surprise this person? She doesn't enjoy the scaring part as much as Halloween, but loves to trick people none the less.
April also has a knack for getting her way. She can put on cute little faces and will often get what she wants, weather it's to go look at the cakes in the market or have someone help her with a prank. Sh hates obeying orders, and dislikes listening to the older kids. She prefers to play with the younger ones and sometimes boss them around.
April also takes great delight in throwing her voice, which she learned to do when she was seven. She can imitate many things, from a snakes hiss, to an old man's voice, to a little girl's squeak, much like her own. You might imagine that this skill helps her a lot in pranks, which is true. All the kids know she can do it, but they still often fall for it.
Sometimes, April's voice does come in handy. She can use it to lure a shopkeeper away from their items, and then the others can come and get some food.
History: When April was 4 years old, her parents died. She can't remember how, and doesn't remember much about them, either. all she knows is that her mother could sing quite well.
She was taken to the orphanage and lived there for a year, pranking the care takers and fooling around with the other kids. Yes, even at the age of five, she was a trickster. The little girl eventually grew to dislike the caretakers, and her pranks became more dangerous. She might push someone into the pond while they were searching for a child's toy, or toss a rock at them when they were turned away. One day, her caretaker was about to have dinner. April had a fairly good knowledge of plants, and found a certain spice in the kitchen that made you sleepy. She put it in her caretaker's meal, and laughed so hard when the lady fell asleep at the kitchen table. The others didn't find it very amusing, and put her in her room until breakfast the next day.
April got angry and decided to escape. Using her bed sheets, she tied them into a rope and climbed out the bedroom window. For the next two years, she learned how to survive on her own. Then, after a fairly good life, she found she couldn't get any food. No one pitied her anymore, because she was older. This was a huge change for April, and she began to starve. It was agonizing for her, and she could often be seen rolling on the road moaning because she was so hungry. When she was near death, someone found her and took her in. They nursed her back to health, and April eventually returned to the prankster that she was.
RP Examples: April sat crouched in a tree ten feet in the air. This may not seem normal for an eight-year-old, but for April, it was her daily routine. She always came up here to plan pranks, and to scare people, at times. She had built a little wooden platform up the tree, and most of the kids knew about it, but she never let anyone up except Halloween. Halloween was her closest friend, and most trusted one.
April gave up pranking Halloween after two or three tries. It seemed like nothing in the world could scare him, and he was about the only one who could always pick up April's voice when it came from somewhere else. Now, the two of them always did tricking and pranking together.
April shook these thoughts from her head when she saw Maya walking below her. She grinned, and without making a sound, put her plan to action. Using Halloween's voice, she made it come from a bush to the left of Maya. "Maya," It said. "Maya, come here, I want to show you something." April had to stop herself from giggling when Maya stepped over to the bush and peeked inside. "Come here." She said again, still imitating Halloween. Maya stepped into the bush, then let out a shriek.
April broke into peels of laughter, watching as Maya angrily pulled a fake snake from the bush. She looked angrily up at April, which made her laugh even harder. Pranking was the best thing in the world, without a doubt. Nothing came close to it.

He gives me a quick thank you, and I nod. He seems wary...or eager, I can't really tell. He stands, but I find that I still can't see him very well. I do notice, however, a flattened loaf of bread in his hands, and some dried blood on his knuckles. I am slowly putting the pieces together.
He obviously didn't steal anything, but he must have done something to have an angry mob chasing him around the district. I'm caught off guard by the next thing he says.
"How or why did you follow me?" Now, what am I supposed to say about that? The truth would just sound dumb to any other person. I glance at the floor, embarrassed. I decide to tell the truth. What harm can it do to me? Just another person who'll think I'm a mangy runaway.
"I, uh..." I swallow, clearing my throat. "I'm a runaway. I have a sort of...connection...with other people who disobey the Keepers. I followed you 'cause I thought I could help you. If you need a place to hide, I can give you one, or if you need to get somewhere I can help you. I know how to move around without being noticed." I take a breath, glad to get that of my chest.
He might turn me in now. He knows I've disobeyed the Keepers, and it looks like he needs the money. I finger the apple I stole nervously. He could use the red fruit as proof, and the old lady...she knows what I did. Did I do the right thing, telling him that? What will he do to me? I shake my head. You're starting to sound like an idiot, Kamryn. I scold myself. Even if you do get caught, you can escape. You can. I look up, waiting to see what he will do.

I sit in the shadows, shivering and watching the many pairs of legs wall by. Some shoot pitiful glances at me, but no one offers to help. My usual tidy brown hair is in disarray, tangled and covering half my face.
Only two hours ago, I was at home, in my room, watching the people on the street. But now...now I'm alone. No one cared about me, so I ran. When I'm scared or mad, I run. Which happens to be quite often. No one would notice I was gone, and if they did, who cared? Nothing matters anymore. Not even my life. I'm seriously considering to volunteer for the games and kill myself.
I sneeze loudly, curling up into a tighter ball. The streets of District 2 are warm and almost friendly on spring days, but at night, the temperatures seem to plummet. Obviously, this is not to my advantage.
I'm wearing black pants and a white shirt, with a black jacket that doesn't provide much warmth. I have two small loaves of bread at my feet, and an apple. Wait, one loaf. I glance up to see a dog eating the last scraps of the precious food.
"Hey!" I yell, using all my strength to kick the dirty mutt back into the streets. My second loaf of bread is gone. I'm very tempted to eat something, but I won't until I'm almost starving. If I eat now, the food will disappear so fast. And then I'll die. My mind again wanders to the games.
If I entered and thought like this the whole time, I believe I would have a fairly good chance of winning. I might grab one or two weapons from the horn, maybe some food, then wait out the other tributes. I know I wouldn't be able to fight them and survive. I'm so light and lack strength, most people could beat me up without weapons.
But I'm fast. I can beat anyone in District 2 at running competitions. And I can climb. I consider these traits carefully, then start to think of the district streets as the games. The odds slowly turn to my favor, as I observe my resources from a new point of view. One of a tribute. 
I have a loaf of bread and an apple...that should keep me going for at least three days. I might be able to find a few scraps in the trash cans, and maybe some people will have the heart to through me some food. But I doubt it. Judging by how they e reacted for the past two hours, I don't believe they care a penny for me.
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Why You Want This Character: I think this plot is really interesting, and I need to get a bit more muse for this site. I like role-playing little kids, and I would LOVE to RP a prankster.
Plot Idea: 1. April pranks one of the older kids, and accidently hurts them. She feels terrible, and doesn't want to see the person. However, that person wants to see April. They don't get any better, and for some reason or other, April eventually decides to see them. She apologizes, and they say it wasn't her fault....I'm not sure what comes next. xD

2. Maybe April runs away some time, and the group starts to break down. Like you said, if one of them leaves, the whole group breaks up. April will eventually realize her mistake and return to them.