Where the flowers grow Wild {briar, loony, jess}

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Where the flowers grow Wild {briar, loony, jess} Jun 10, 2014 3:29:16 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 3:29:16 GMT -5

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may rhodes.
sixteen.
female.
district nine.

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THE CIMARRON ROSES

The hours dragged on and on. Training was starting to become more important and the strengths of each tribute were starting to shine through. May had been working in the trapping station and had moved over to the weapons station a few moments later. May had never once taken up a bow for any given reason but it was the first weapon that she had gravitated towards when she started training. She had taken well to it and was now competent enough for her to be shooting with accuracy. She still needed a little work. The thing that scared her the most was how well she did with knives. It was her accuracy throwing a knife that caused her to wonder many things. She knew that if there were throwing knives as weapons in the cornucopia she would be going for them. Or a sharp object of some sort. She'd figure it out along the way. It was the skills like trapping that would come in handy in staying fed. She smiled to herself and she took the bow in her hands and placed the arrow where it needed to be. She let it fly and it was only an inch or so off the place she had targeted. She shrugged that off and then her stomach rumbled.

She'd nearly forgotten that it was about time to eat and in that right it was about time to meet up with the people she had met and gotten to know just a little bit. They would work well as a team or at least she hoped so. After all they all knew that they needed some sort of alliance to get through the games in one piece for more than just the bloodbath. You couldn't go in it alone. Every time she thought about doing so Bryce's voice would come into her ears and tell her to try. To try and make friends and keep them close. So she was trying she was listening to the words of advice from a fallen tribute. She moved away from the station and headed for the dinning hall. She wasn't going to miss out on this meeting and whether she was there first or not she wasn't sure as she hadn't been looking at the other stations to see if the rest of them were coming up from the training station as well.

She collapsed on a bench with food in front of her about five minutes later. She shook a few deep breaths having realized that running all the way to the dinning hall hadn't been the best of ideas and it had gotten her a few strange looks from the peacekeepers one of which has followed her like he was going to come and grab her. She wasn't running away after all she knew there was now way to get out of having to fight to the death. It would disappoint the people of the capitol not that those people really mattered to her. It would just get her killed quicker and ruin chances of sponsors if it got out that she was a trouble maker. She was trying very hard to imagine how Bryce would have acted. She had his words roaming around in her head including now the ones from his interview. She took another deep breath and looked around herself. She didn't see the others yet. Where could they be? She was starting to get a little nervous about all of it and the sooner the talking happened the sooner she could start worrying about other matters.

((figured I would state that they probably had met and were now just going to talk about forming the alliance. we can meet each other one on one or two at a time.))

"From the truth of a thousand lies."

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still here!! (kinda)

Where the flowers grow Wild {briar, loony, jess} Jun 14, 2014 4:05:04 GMT -5

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Post by jess on Jun 14, 2014 4:05:04 GMT -5

Marianne never cared much for sports, and being active, fit and healthy, so she was a skinny, scrawny girl from District Ten, as well as small. She was definitely one of the weakest tributes there, so she had to live up to her size and be the innocent girl from Ten, who's not so innocent. She had listened intently to the instructor, knowing she had given the same lecture to one of the victors before, and if she wanted to be a victor, she had to do everything the other victors did. Even though she needed to listen, she felt impatient, her hands just itching to touch weapons and sticks to make fire and the ropes she saw in the corner of the room. She looked around the room, singling out what tributes looked like threats and such. She knew they were all bigger, some doubling her size, maybe even tripling her weight, but none of that mattered to her. All Marianne cared about was finding friends. Or allies, or whatever you called them here.

She found the Capitol strange, with their endless fancy dress costumes and their clubs and parties and how they found murder interesting. Marianne closely examined the instructor. She didn't look like a person from the Capitol - more like District Eleven, but with more weight on her. She was prettier, in Marianne's opinion, than the other freaks in the Capitol. She saw all their fake faces when she was arriving at the city in the train. How do they find that stuff attractive? Anyway, Marianne was here now, and she'd never let them do that to her. She felt her face, smooth, after having suffered the effects of puberty and had dreadful spots for two years, from when she was 12 and it ended just recently. Besides, the Capitol had caked make-up on her, and it removed any spots that might have been there.

How was putting stuff on your face to hide your natural beauty considered attractive here? It's basically hiding the real you and putting on a fake you. Same with the 'surgery' they had here. It filled Marianne with rage. People were starving in the districts, and they were pigging out on food then getting surgery to look thinner? Removing wrinkles, a sign that they'd survived long enough to be old? Marianne sighed and focused on the instructor again. Hopefully she hadn't missed anything too important when she was tuned out.

She was dismissed, and for the next few days she trained, met some people, and soon enough she'd talked to a few people. One day Marianne remembered she'd agreed to talk with some of them at the time they ate in the training room, the dining hall. The food here was lush, Marianne had to give them that. Why wouldn't they pig out on it if there was so much? But there was plenty for the districts. Plenty. Marianne noticed the girl from 9 sitting alone, probably waiting for the rest to arrive. Marianne wiped some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and made her way towards the girl.

"Hey," she said, sitting down beside the girl, and wondering if she'd ever told her what her name was. She didn't know the girl's name, but she'd probably told her at some point. "Where are the others?" Might as well make some small talk if they were gonna be waiting for the rest to arrive.

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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Where the flowers grow Wild {briar, loony, jess} Jun 14, 2014 20:59:29 GMT -5

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Post by Loony on Jun 14, 2014 20:59:29 GMT -5

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cadman gertz.
fifteen.
male.
district three.

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THE ROSES OF THE CIMARRON

The great walls of the training center close in around me. They seem to trap me in a cement prison too similar to the cells of the Stine household. The days have passed, and I have met the other tributes, each unique in its own way. There are the careers' who seem ready to kill us right now, the other children from the lower districts, who seem ready to die right now. I am one of the weakest, almost a year of inactivity, and now pushing it as far as possible. It has rebelled, my muscles burn and feel as if some one is stabbing me with a million pins.

It was getting worse, the training harder and tougher. I welcomed the brief free periods where we could eat. As I watch the clock, the seconds ticking away. I would think of destroying Future. When she stands near me, so oblivious to my hatred. She thinks she is fucking invincible. I will not let the Stines win, I will not let anyone hurt those kidnapped people. As I look at the face of Future, I formulate all the different ways to kill her. I think of all the ways I can save the others. I need it to be perfect, I need to know their entire life is collapsing at once. I've always been one for dramatics.

But I try to push her our of my mind, focus on making a fire. When it's time for lunch I grab my tray quietly, my arms shakily push on a few rolls from District 3. I gaze out at the other 23 faces, each tells a different story. Each offers a variety of interest in me. I have spoken to most of them, even if it is a brief exchange of "Yes," and "No" but a few have stood out.

As I stride towards Marianne, who is a kind girl from District 10, and May, the girl from District 9. They exchange words, something I can't exactly hear. I put my tray down next to May, both seem like nice people. Both offer me kind words, and both are relatively understanding. I would never tell them about the Stines, they are my inner demon, but I am willing to confess to smaller things before my demise.

"Hey guys. How is training going?" My voice wobbles, starting the conversation is always the hardest part.

You could try and take us
But we're the gladiators

Music is a moral law.

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Where the flowers grow Wild {briar, loony, jess} Jun 17, 2014 18:02:01 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2014 18:02:01 GMT -5

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{JACINDA}

THERE'S NOT A ROAD I KNOW THAT LEADS TO ANYWHERE

She had never acted so aggressive before. She was soft and kind, not the type of person that would practice killing on dummies and smile when she stabbed them in the throat with a knife. But things were different here. She could not be the person that she was in District Eight, her home. She could not cry, she could not wander the hallways alone at night in hopes that she would find an escape route. She couldn't do anything but be a warrior.

As beads of sweat clung to her forehead, she sauntered into the dining hall with a plate full of food that made her mouth water. She had never seen so much food before in her life. Eating a lot was a luxury that she was not fortunate enough to have. In District Eight, you were lucky if you got dinner. But it was much different in the Capitol: they would stuff themselves until they were full, then throw up the delicious food that they ate, and eat more food, and then the cycle repeats.

She found the Capitol strange. They looked like aliens, she thought, with their masks of various powders and creamy liquid and who knows what else, and their outrageously glamorous clothes that were typically bedazzled or had sequins strung onto them. She didn't like the way they reacted when she got off the train. They waved and clapped and cheered and screamed, as if she were some sort of famous performer that the Capitolites adored.

She did like their food, she had to admit, although she didn't want to like anything about the Capitol.

She plopped herself down onto a comfortable chair at the table and devoured her plate of food in a matter of minutes. When she was done, she looked up from her dish to see three familiar faces. She knew who all of the tributes were, of course, but she had spoken to these people before.

"Hey guys, how's training going?" asked a boy, who she immediately recognized as Cadman Gertz, the District Three male tribute.

Without any deep thought, she replied in a low voice, "Just peachy. You?" She glanced at the three of them, one by one, directing her question towards everyone.

WITHOUT A LIGHT I FEAR THAT I WILL STUMBLE IN THE DARK