The Hunger Games (IC/Closed.)

[Great Nepal]

"Allright, then see you latter, have a good sleep. I will be talking to the mentor, come along if you want latter", she said as she reached over to get bottle of wine and poured it over for herself and took a slip as she walked towards main carriage and started conversing with their mentor about survival in the games.

[Esselman]

OOC: Time to move

The tributes exit their trains and enter the glorious capitol, the shining pristine buildings matched with the immaculately dressed locals are a sight foreign, near alien to the lot of them. Accompanying all tributes are both the escorts assigned per district as normal, but also peacekeepers to move the lot of them into their stations. Within 30 minutes the prep teams would clean each and every tribute and prepare them for normal attire (giving them the basic training uniform) from there on the tributes would be moved into their rooms and allowed to enter the training area at will.

Peacekeepers would be stationed in all areas. Tributes are not allowed into a different districts set of tributes rooms.

[Transoxthraxia]

Felicia gasped as she saw the capitol for the first time. She had never seen it in real life, but she had, of course, seen it multiple times through a viewscreen. Completely forgetting the situation she was in, she had, as she had practiced, begun waving to the crowd that had gathered outside the terminal to await the arrival of the tributes. Of course, she didn't actually think much of it. She was too busy marvelling at the people, the sights, taking it all in and trying not to be overwhelmed. "I want to live here..." She said under her breath.

As they moved to their stations, Felicia continued to gape in awe at the whole scale and magnitude of the capitol, until the got into the first of the buildings, where she awaited her prep team with her super talkative fellow tribute. She said waiting, arms crossed, staring away from Cassus, trying not to look at him. Instead, she shut her eyes, imagining herself in the capitol, socializing with everyone, taking bets on this year's Hunger Games...

[Emilio Aguinaldo]

"The only thing that is hard about the things that you have said is the last part, were the questions in the interview always the same? I could have a hard time trying to think about what I'm going to say and just start saying gibberish or some nonsense thing." I answered.

"No the question are not always the same, but I'm sure if you watch some of the old tapes laying around you can find some sort of pattern, get an idea of what might be asked of you. Of course that is if your not good at coming up with something on spot. Really just don't be nervous and try not to embarrass US."

Aurelia picked up her green platform heels in her hands and made her way to the door.

"The tapes are out in the dinning car in the living room like area if you want to watch them. I'm going out there to start writing things I might say. We will be in the capital soon though so if your going to watch them I suggest you do it soon."

She went out the door and sat in a chair that facing towards the window, watching the terrain go by for awhile Aurelia soon began writing down notes.

When the train stopped, I went out the door to find Aurelia, and when I found where she was writing notes. I don't know what kind of notes she is writing be it for the interview or what to do against the other tributes. Then, I finally approached her and when I stood almost next to her I said to her: "We're here" as I held my to her (wut?).

[DuThaal Craftworld]

Shrugging I walk over and sit down on the couch with Stephen.
"Wanna watch the previous games? For ideas, of course." I quickly amend, gesturing towards the stack of DVD's

[Great Nepal]

As the train was approaching the capital, Katri knocked on door of Stephen, she was told that sponsors would be looking for people who they liked and that would affect their survival as she said "we are here, you might want to wake up" before walking back to get her sword and appeared to be practising her sword fighting skills before turning around briskly, still holding sword by her right hands and waving at the people who had gathered. She didn't like the people, they were wearing weird clothes that made them look plain dumb. They weren't wearing the make ups, make up was wearing them and that is very bad situation.

Of course, the buildings and technology was marvellous, if only capital's population could be transplanted. Despite of her feelings she continued to wave at the people as she blow kiss at the obnoxious people gathered. Her personal feelings of the people was hardly relevant, atleast thats what her mentor told her. In their conversation, she was told to keep a smile and appear enthusiastic at all times and thats exactly what she did.

[Sabara]

Elisha gasped as she glimpsed the Capitol for the first time. Her first impression was that there were so many colors- almost blinding, in fact. As the strange, and mutilated citizens of the city poured into the waiting area, her first reaction was disgust- until she realized that these where the people who would watch her death. It was all evil, no matter how pretty or clean the city looked.. As she was escorted out of the train, Elisha didn't look out once except to wave occasionally. Might as well be entertaining.

[Riysa]

Shrugging I walk over and sit down on the couch with Stephen.
"Wanna watch the previous games? For ideas, of course." I quickly amend, gesturing towards the stack of DVD's

I shrug. "Sure, we could get some use no doubt." I watch some of the games. Their field varies wildly - 50's was a completely toxic forest, one had an ocean of acid, and one was an open killing field with little place to hide. Horrifying it was, definitely. I could only hope ours wouldn't be so...hard to survive in. I turn to Kyra. "So.... I guess our priority is to find shelter and cover, perferably away from the rest, and get the heck away from the Cornicoupia?"

[Nytavuthar]

John sat there watching as the tributes stepping into the Capitol for the first time. Seeing the Capitol, will probably be the last beautiful thing they see. Maybe John should set up a trap by materializing a favored loved one of a tribute. The ideas kept flowing in, this year's Games will be the best yet.Even though he was a Gamemaker, he did feel a shred of sympathy for the tributes. Being forced to compete in a cruel fight to the death against strangers.All of this because of what they did decades ago. But time goes on, tribute by tribute still arriving.

[BlackSylvania]

Jordyn was caught with amazement when she first saw the Capital's buildings. Soon that amazement turned into hatred as she realized that they are treated so well, while her, dad, and many of district 12 are on the brink of starvation. When the train arrived Jordyn grew even angrier as she saw the crowds waiting for them to arrive. ''They were dressed in such strange clothing, abused there own bodies for fashion, and would enjoy watching us die. How could these monsters even be human''. Jordyn thought about waving and acting pretty for the cameras at first , but now she couldn't even think of. All she did was shut up and follow the rest of district 12.

[DuThaal Craftworld]

Shrugging I walk over and sit down on the couch with Stephen.
"Wanna watch the previous games? For ideas, of course." I quickly amend, gesturing towards the stack of DVD's

I shrug. "Sure, we could get some use no doubt." I watch some of the games. Their field varies wildly - 50's was a completely toxic forest, one had an ocean of acid, and one was an open killing field with little place to hide. Horrifying it was, definitely. I could only hope ours wouldn't be so...hard to survive in. I turn to Kyra. "So.... I guess our priority is to find shelter and cover, perferably away from the rest, and get the heck away from the Cornicoupia?"

"Definitely." I grimace, flinching as a camera zooms in as a girl's head is split in half by an axe from a career. This shit's messed up.
"But, if we're lucky, the map'll be slightly better, definitely. Something more akin to home, maybe." I smile, looking away from the TV.

[Riysa]

I shrug. "Sure, we could get some use no doubt." I watch some of the games. Their field varies wildly - 50's was a completely toxic forest, one had an ocean of acid, and one was an open killing field with little place to hide. Horrifying it was, definitely. I could only hope ours wouldn't be so...hard to survive in. I turn to Kyra. "So.... I guess our priority is to find shelter and cover, perferably away from the rest, and get the heck away from the Cornicoupia?"

"Definitely." I grimace, flinching as a camera zooms in as a girl's head is split in half by an axe from a career. This shit's messed up.
"But, if we're lucky, the map'll be slightly better, definitely. Something more akin to home, maybe." I smile, looking away from the TV.

Ah, home. A giant industrial urbanscape sprawling with factories, houses, and power plants. Smoggy and dirty in places? Yes. But no denying it, its home and to at least my tired eyes, its beauty is greater than that of the Captiol. Speaking of which....
"Oh, Kyra, look - we're almost at the Capitol. Better get ourselves ready, eh? I'll cya in a few minutes, going to get myself look a little more presentable." I say with a smile.

[DuThaal Craftworld]

"Definitely." I grimace, flinching as a camera zooms in as a girl's head is split in half by an axe from a career. This shit's messed up.
"But, if we're lucky, the map'll be slightly better, definitely. Something more akin to home, maybe." I smile, looking away from the TV.

Ah, home. A giant industrial urbanscape sprawling with factories, houses, and power plants. Smoggy and dirty in places? Yes. But no denying it, its home and to at least my tired eyes, its beauty is greater than that of the Captiol. Speaking of which....
"Oh, Kyra, look - we're almost at the Capitol. Better get ourselves ready, eh? I'll cya in a few minutes, going to get myself look a little more presentable." I say with a smile.

"Sure." I smile back, flicking off the television and moving towards the windows. Why is everything so… colorful? Seriously. Yellow, green, blue… good god. Horrible. My only preparation is to flick up my hoodie and stare at the passing crowds, close to emotionless.
For once, the Foundry isn't so bad, it seems. I'd feel safer there. Much safer.

[Riysa]

Ah, home. A giant industrial urbanscape sprawling with factories, houses, and power plants. Smoggy and dirty in places? Yes. But no denying it, its home and to at least my tired eyes, its beauty is greater than that of the Captiol. Speaking of which....
"Oh, Kyra, look - we're almost at the Capitol. Better get ourselves ready, eh? I'll cya in a few minutes, going to get myself look a little more presentable." I say with a smile.

"Sure." I smile back, flicking off the television and moving towards the windows. Why is everything so… colorful? Seriously. Yellow, green, blue… good god. Horrible. My only preparation is to flick up my hoodie and stare at the passing crowds, close to emotionless.
For once, the Foundry isn't so bad, it seems. I'd feel safer there. Much safer.

I go into my room and take a quick shower. Thankfully, the water is warm, and it isn't a too unpleasant experience. After finishing, I grab a nice pair of dark pants, shirt, and tie, and find a short wool sports coat to wear. I come into the main cabin combing my hair and making sure all my possessions are with me, to find Kyra staring out the window. I go to the window right next to her, and see my first - and perhaps one of my last - glimpses of the Capitol, in real life.

It looks horrendous. Its like everything was painted with a giant paintbrush by a five year old. The brightness of all the colors nearly blind me with the reflection of the sun off of them - how can these people live here? "Ugh," I mutter. "Too bright." I turn to face Kyra. "Well, ready to do this? For our family, friends, and District 5. Here's to hoping one of us makes it back."

[DuThaal Craftworld]

"Sure." I smile back, flicking off the television and moving towards the windows. Why is everything so… colorful? Seriously. Yellow, green, blue… good god. Horrible. My only preparation is to flick up my hoodie and stare at the passing crowds, close to emotionless.
For once, the Foundry isn't so bad, it seems. I'd feel safer there. Much safer.

I go into my room and take a quick shower. Thankfully, the water is warm, and it isn't a too unpleasant experience. After finishing, I grab a nice pair of dark pants, shirt, and tie, and find a short wool sports coat to wear. I come into the main cabin combing my hair and making sure all my possessions are with me, to find Kyra staring out the window. I go to the window right next to her, and see my first - and perhaps one of my last - glimpses of the Capitol, in real life.

It looks horrendous. Its like everything was painted with a giant paintbrush by a five year old. The brightness of all the colors nearly blind me with the reflection of the sun off of them - how can these people live here? "Ugh," I mutter. "Too bright." I turn to face Kyra. "Well, ready to do this? For our family, friends, and District 5. Here's to hoping one of us makes it back."

"Here's to hoping it's you." I remark, gently punching his shoulder.
"This place needs more grey. A bit of black maybe. Some more fog, too; the sun light is a bit piercing." I observe, still staring at the windows.
"And the clothes… god the clothes…"

[Riysa]

I go into my room and take a quick shower. Thankfully, the water is warm, and it isn't a too unpleasant experience. After finishing, I grab a nice pair of dark pants, shirt, and tie, and find a short wool sports coat to wear. I come into the main cabin combing my hair and making sure all my possessions are with me, to find Kyra staring out the window. I go to the window right next to her, and see my first - and perhaps one of my last - glimpses of the Capitol, in real life.

It looks horrendous. Its like everything was painted with a giant paintbrush by a five year old. The brightness of all the colors nearly blind me with the reflection of the sun off of them - how can these people live here? "Ugh," I mutter. "Too bright." I turn to face Kyra. "Well, ready to do this? For our family, friends, and District 5. Here's to hoping one of us makes it back."

"Here's to hoping it's you." I remark, gently punching his shoulder.
"This place needs more grey. A bit of black maybe. Some more fog, too; the sun light is a bit piercing." I observe, still staring at the windows.
"And the clothes… god the clothes…"

I smile. "Hey, it could be you instead of me - that's no way to be thinking!" Looking at the crowds outside, I see exactly what she means. "Huh, it looks like they brought out the clown patrol for us. Bloody hell, you'd think its the first time they saw a person. Oh well, time to go out. Ladies first," I gesture towards the door.

[DuThaal Craftworld]

"Here's to hoping it's you." I remark, gently punching his shoulder.
"This place needs more grey. A bit of black maybe. Some more fog, too; the sun light is a bit piercing." I observe, still staring at the windows.
"And the clothes… god the clothes…"

I smile. "Hey, it could be you instead of me - that's no way to be thinking!" Looking at the crowds outside, I see exactly what she means. "Huh, it looks like they brought out the clown patrol for us. Bloody hell, you'd think its the first time they saw a person. Oh well, time to go out. Ladies first," I gesture towards the door.

"I have nothing to go back to." I state coldly as I take a step through the doors, keeping my head high and my emotions far from the surface. Walking forwards I pause and wait for Stephen, keeping my economy of movement to a maximum.
After all, I don't want anyone to be underestimating us. We need the sponsor money.

[Riysa]

I smile. "Hey, it could be you instead of me - that's no way to be thinking!" Looking at the crowds outside, I see exactly what she means. "Huh, it looks like they brought out the clown patrol for us. Bloody hell, you'd think its the first time they saw a person. Oh well, time to go out. Ladies first," I gesture towards the door.

"I have nothing to go back to." I state coldly as I take a step through the doors, keeping my head high and my emotions far from the surface. Walking forwards I pause and wait for Stephen, keeping my economy of movement to a maximum.
After all, I don't want anyone to be underestimating us. We need the sponsor money.

I wait for Kyra to move a little bit, before stepping out. Making sure the shades attachment to my glasses are fixed I keep up a smile. Just the right amount of warmth, mixed with determination. I decide to give a salute, followed by a general wave, to the crowd, and for good measure, follow it up with a shout of "DISTRICT 5!" As I walk down the pathway, I look at the crowd, and catch a glimpse of the other tribute trains unloading as well. Bloody hell.... the crowd seemed to be gobbling it all up, as if we were just a new shipment of exotic animals from a foreign country to the local zoo, and not 24 individual, living human beings about to end up bloody and dead in the next week or so. I'm not sure whether to pity them for such ignorant stupidity, or to be enraged for their disregard for human life. Ugh. Well, time to finish walking down this path, I think to myself. Try to keep my mouth shut, because I don't want my life to be ended too early by the Peacekeepers to our sides.

[OrigamiMaster]

Temirath and Kantkiss are not getting such a warm welcome. The Capitol must have found out about Temirath shooting cakes. The odd thing was that Kantkiss was getting drenched with cakes harder than Temirath. Then he heard someone saying, "You stink, Kantkiss for not helping Temirath in his attack on the train!"
Temirath was relieved when he heard a lot of cheers at this fact! They weren't mad at Temirath for vandalizing the capitol's stuff, and making them look idiotic to the rest of the districts! They thought that the person who didn't do that was just stupid!
Just then, a pin flew out of no-where. It was a cake! The cake was pink with a few candles on it, and had many other special features (I'll post a picture of it in the morning.) Temirath decided to put it in his pocket, and keep it, and maybe do something fun with it later. By the time Temirath had left the stage, Kantkiss was completely smashed with Tomatos, pies, and lots of cakes. Temirath remained intact, exept for at the end, someone tried to throw a rose at him that had a serrated edge on it. (Should I have this part for one of the NPC's who's gonna die before it actually starts? I will take it out if you want.)Luckily, it missed and hit one of the NPC tributes.

[DuThaal Craftworld]

Stephen's enjoying himself. Or maybe he's just pretending. I hope so. Of course, my luck with people isn't the best. Everyone here is so gaudy. Ridiculous looking. Everyone except for the Peacekeepers, in their black uniforms and rifles at the ready, standing straight in the middle of the procession.
Just gotta play it for the masses. Play it for the masses.

[Riysa]

I continue walking down the procession, trying to look as best as I can. I see Kyra in front of me trying to play off the indifference and/or arrogance card to the crowd. Maybe it isn't such a play after all, it doesn't take much effort to make your hate and disgust look like haughty arrogance. Finally, after an excruciating timeperiod, we finally prepare to enter the tributes building. I run up and hold open the door for Kyra, then prepare to enter. Right before I go fully through the door, however, I turn towards the crowd, throw my fist into the air, and shout "DISTRICT 5! SUPPORT THE MOVING FORCE BEHIND PANEM!" before turning around on my heels and shutting the door behind me.

[DuThaal Craftworld]

I continue walking down the procession, trying to look as best as I can. I see Kyra in front of me trying to play off the indifference and/or arrogance card to the crowd. Maybe it isn't such a play after all, it doesn't take much effort to make your hate and disgust look like haughty arrogance. Finally, after an excruciating timeperiod, we finally prepare to enter the tributes building. I run up and hold open the door for Kyra, then prepare to enter. Right before I go fully through the door, however, I turn towards the crowd, throw my fist into the air, and shout "DISTRICT 5! SUPPORT THE MOVING FORCE BEHIND PANEM!" before turning around on my heels and shutting the door behind me.

"That was pretty damn bad." I mutter, taking off my hood as I stride through the open door.
"Thanks for the door." I smile at Stephen, pressing a button for the elevators.
"After you."

[Riysa]

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[DuThaal Craftworld]

"That was pretty damn bad." I mutter, taking off my hood as I stride through the open door.
"Thanks for the door." I smile at Stephen, pressing a button for the elevators.
"After you."

I step into the elevator after her. "Well, I hope at least some of them support us, instead of those prissy Careers." We hit our floor. Stepping out, I find we have some time before our stylists come and grab us. "So, what part of D5 did you say you were from again?"

"Foundry 04; The Hell Hole. Radiation galor. I was a shaper; my job was hammering the fuel rods into the proper shapes. You?" I ask, looking around for the 'stylists'. Crap. We have to go to the parade.

[Nu Sparta]

"No the question are not always the same, but I'm sure if you watch some of the old tapes laying around you can find some sort of pattern, get an idea of what might be asked of you. Of course that is if your not good at coming up with something on spot. Really just don't be nervous and try not to embarrass US."

Aurelia picked up her green platform heels in her hands and made her way to the door.

"The tapes are out in the dinning car in the living room like area if you want to watch them. I'm going out there to start writing things I might say. We will be in the capital soon though so if your going to watch them I suggest you do it soon."

She went out the door and sat in a chair that facing towards the window, watching the terrain go by for awhile Aurelia soon began writing down notes.

When the train stopped, I went out the door to find Aurelia, and when I found where she was writing notes. I don't know what kind of notes she is writing be it for the interview or what to do against the other tributes. Then, I finally approached her and when I stood almost next to her I said to her: "We're here" as I held my to her (wut?).

"Yes we are here."

Aurelia slipped on her heels and stood up, she was now a few inches taller then Ted. She walked to the door with Ted and intertwined her left arm with his right.

"Walk slowly. Don't smile. Don't wave. Look straight ahead. Left foot first. We are sophisticated despite being from outside of the capital."

Their mentor was standing in front of them. Their stylist behind them. When the door open they followed them out. Flashes of light constantly going off. Despite the awe giving presence the capital gave off Aurelia refused to let it effect her. There would be time for that later on away from the cameras.

"DISTRICT 5! SUPPORT THE MOVING FORCE BEHIND PANEM!"

Aurelia heard the yell from another tribute, but she keep her composure. It sounds like those repeated from district five are a little full of themselves.

Once they entered the building she dropped her arm from Ted's, sure they were out of sight.

"Well that went well. Time to change... again... and get ready for the parade."

"This way children!"

The stylist quickly Shepard them through the lobby and a hallway until they reached a costume/makeup room.