Fandom Hunger Games RP (closed)

[SerenaStark]

Serena looked out from her seat on the train to the thousands of adoring fans shouting her's and her counterpart's names. How could they make her go back? How could this happen? They had promised that by winning the Games she would be granted safety and she and her family would be taken care of. But not this. This definitely hadn't been in the cards.

She brushed her blonde braid back behind her shoulder and got to her feet. She followed her male district partner who had won the games about 15 years ago along with their frilly little Capitol escort. Serena had won 3 years ago at the age of 12, and she was definitely not the same little girl she had been the first time she had arrived at the Capitol. She had grown into a young woman: the Beauty of District 8 as the Capitol called her. As she peered around at the others climbing off their own transporters she noted that she knew quite a few of them. Not personally, but she knew their faces from past Games. She knew this was going to be bad. All of them were trained killers and founds themselves victorious in the Arena. Now only one of them could survive and she was sure that the Capitol had quite a few tricks up their sleeve.
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Gale lumbered off the train as his sharp gaze glanced around the thousands of people that had gathered to watch the past victors arrival. It sickened him. How could people line up like this to watch innocent lives be stolen? And without a shred of guilt no less. It was crazy to think about but that's what was happening. Could there be anything worse? Well there might be one thing: Some of the tributes paraded around like they were happy to be back. Many would argue that this was just a ploy to get sponsors once the games started, but even so the idea of anyone happily prancing back to the Capitol to help them kill people was just unbearable.

He did his best to shrug it off as he walked through the narrow walkway that was surrounded by his biggest "fans" shouting his name as he worked his way by them. He didn't look at any of them. Or at least he tried not to. He didn't want to give into the thrill nor the atmosphere. That wasn't what he was about and wasn't going to change his beliefs just to think that he had a slight chance of walking out of here alive. His female counterpart followed after him. He knew who she was but neither of them spoke to one another. There wasn't much to say. They were walking into an early grave.

 

[tabbybutnotacat]

Cato waved at his fans as he strutted down the isle of fans and reporters. He held his hand out to touch fan's hands and winked at several groups of middle ages girls. Cato had no fears about winning the games. He had done it once, and he sure would do it again. He was unstoppable. He had been training for this all his life, and sure, he wasn't in the same exact shape he had been before the games, due to two years of high-class lifestyle. As soon as he had heard about the 75th Hunger games, however, he started working out again right away. Cato had almost been hoping to get back in the area. He knew he would be able to win again no sweat, he knew over half the other victors could stand no chance against him, and even those that could fight back wouldn't get very far. Cato had this in the bag.

The male District 2 Victor turned around and kissed two fingers before throwing them in the sky, much to the adoration of his fans. Camera flashes erupted all around before Cato turned around and walked off, to where the Chariots awaited him. "Kellin!" He greeted his stylist happily. Kellin had hooked him up only a few weeks ago with a temporary skin mod that made his face have blue glitter on it. Of course, it would have to be taken off now, but he knew Kellin would hook him up good. Cato puttered around the area while he waited for Kellin to be ready for him, looking at the competition. He noticed the Victor from Distric 8 and made his way over. He relentlessly flirted with her when he saw her in the Capitol, but she hardly took notice, which made him want to flirt all the more. "Hey, this is messed up huh?" He asked Serena, leaning against her horse. "If the area gets cold, come find me," he told her with a wink.



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Aster couldn't believe this was happening again. It had been only been a year since she had won the games. She had been promised a good life now, and that's what she had promised her sister. And yet it had all been stripped from her so fast. Only one year of comfort. One year of not having to worry about being reaped. All just to be reaped again. She didn't know if she could handle being pulled from her sister a second time in a row. And if she had been sure she was going to lose last year, there was no doubt in her mind she would lose this year. Sure there were some older Victors amongst them, but most of the younger ones were bigger and stronger than her. She didn't have a chance. Yet she smiled at the crowd as she passed them, a warm contrast to her brooding counterpart. Aster knew she wasn't going to win, but she wasn't going down without a fight, so she had to reign these people in and use them to her advantage. Every sweet smile and flutter of eyelashes was a sponsor.

She used the brief moments when she waved and blew kisses to her fans to scope out the competition. Haymitch had shown Gale and her videos of all the previous victor's highlights and they were brutal. Not that she hadn't been brutal herself, but some of these people killed with their bare hands, or rocks! They could do things she didn't have the heart to do. But this time she was prepared to do what she had to to get back to her sister. Not that it wouldn't all be in vain. It seemed to take far too long for them to finally get to the carriages that were arranged for their Chariot ride. Aster normally greeted her stylist with smiles and hugs, but she wasn't normally seeing them on such grim circumstances. "What am I wearing?" She asked monotonously. Now that she didn't have to put up her facade, she wasn't wearing a warm smile, but rather the face of a person at the gallows.

 

[SerenaStark]

Serena had been less excited to see her stylist than the others. It wasn’t that they didn’t like each other. Hell Serena would have actually had to have a conversation with him for that to happen. He was on the quiet side as was she so neither were really dying to get to know each other. He fixed her up nicely though as he always did. Her hair was braided back loosely and it was littered with flowers made from different fabrics that were common around District 8. She wore a blue dress that darkened as it went down to her ankles and it was held together by two large broaches on her shoulders.

She made her way out to the chariot and she was waiting for her counterpart when the boy from District 2 wandered over. It took everything in her not to smack him across the face, but she knew that would only send her to an early grave. “Is this some kind of a joke to you?” she asked, “You know these people are here to kill you right? These ‘adoring fans’ you keep blowing your little kisses to want to see you die or kill some innocent person. Are all the people in District 2 as dumb as you are or is it just you?”
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Gale tried to force a smile on his lips but it was a fairly weak attempt. He hated the Capitol. It’s selfish people and mindless lust for bloodshed. He and his counterpart were the only Victors District 12 had besides Haymitch. His mind went back to when he’d heard Haymitch’s name call at the reaping for the 75th Hunger Games. He didn’t know what possessed him to volunteer. Maybe because Haymitch has drunkenly always had his back. Gale had won when he was 14, but without his mentor he probably wouldn’t have gotten very far. Haymitch was rough around the edges but his sarcastic advice could be out to good use.

When they finally retired to the dressing room, both their stylists went to work fixing the tributes off. He managed to relax slightly in the chair but the memories from his last games kept hounding him as he heard the scissors snip at his hair. Finally he was given a dark suit and tie. He had to admit he didn’t look half bad in it but it didn’t give him much comfort. When he walked out he saw Aster in a dress of the same color. “Black and coal. So original,” he muttered.

 

[tabbybutnotacat]

Cato wasn't phased at all by Serena's words, he knew they didn't care whether he lived or died and if they did it was for their own sick, twisted reasons. They kept victors like pets, but the thing is, they wouldn't want their favorite pet to die, so sure they would still cheer when his name flashed in the sky at the end of the day, but they would also help him and try to keep him alive up until that point. At the end of the day, all Cato cared about was staying alive. "These adoring fans might be the only thing that keeps me alive," he replied. "The offer still stands," he winked at her before he walked off, so he could get dressed up.

Kellin's first step was to spray die Cato's hair a dark silver and add sparkles to symbolize graphite. His costume was reminiscent of his first Game, He wore a headpiece of the same material of last time, on this time it was shaped a crown. His top was the same as before, but the feather type designs had been replaced with graphite spikes that shined in the light. His pants were made of the same material as his shirt, with spikes along his outside seem and he had gold bands on his arms. Once he was ready to go he hopped onto his chariot and waited for the female victor from District 2 to be ready.
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Aster was used to the routine by now, in the past year, she dealt with her mentor at least 20 times, what with her victory tour and the millions of Q and As she had to. When she came out of the dressing room she was wearing a floor length dress that pooled around her feet, creating an elusion of a black hole. Her hair was fixed in a messy bun with a black bow, and her earrings were little coals. Not really what she wanted to be dangling from her ears.

She nodded grimly in agreement at Gale's comment but did have one thing that her stylist had given her. "We're supposed to press this button when we're at the right spot, so maybe all hope isn't lost" She showed him a button on her dress strap. A similar one was in his left cuff waiting to be pressed as well. They both knew the spot she was talking about, where all the people were gathered and they were introduced one by one. She wasn't given details as to what would happen, but she was sure that with her stylist it would be something interesting. She made her way over to the horses, having to hike up her dress in order to do so because it was so long on her. She pat the horses and fed them salt while she waited for the chariot ride to start.