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Silver is also interested in an alliance with Ian... And Flowers is excited to RP with Diana!!:D

((Yay!:) This just got real... XD Maybe somehow, Tara ends up Telling Silver the truth before the Training Center Closes, and she Flips out on her and she has this intense hatred for her during the rest of the games??))

Silver walked with grace, a cat-like quietness about her at they approached the climbing wall. Also like a cat, she latched her claws in the wall to begin to scamper up, ignoring the fact that Tara was still talking. She figured that they were both good enough climbers that they could multitask easily. Listening while she moved up at a comfortable pace, Silver could sense the slightest shift in energy. Something had changed in Tara, if not spooked her. She glanced over and slightly down, seeing the top of Tara's face and hoping to read her expression. "Used to what? Used to living in your peculiar family, or used to living with yourself?" It wasn't a question she particularly wanted answered, but was geared more to see if this girl could take a little needle-pricking. Then under her breath, hoping Tara didn't hear: "Psh... Family Business." Unlike the Gunman, Silver wasn't so ready to spill her guts and let the world know of her tortured family.

((Ohh, I like that Idea:) Yes, lets do it!))

Silver looked out of the corner of her eye at Tara as she fell into line at her side. Her arms were crossed, her gaze lazy and annoyed. It was hard having to bite back her tongue, wishing to spit out that it was none of this girls buisness to as how she got to be here. But, she was slightly interested in finding out more about the horror's Tara had committed. Nodding to the climbing wall, Silver began to take long stride's towards the station, recognizing that Tara was meaning to follow her lead.

"Nevermind my story." Silver said in even tone, but one could tell with a little bit of preying that there was a bitterness buried in the somewhere;It was evident in the slight twich of her face and the way her eyes found the floor for a moment. "Your's is the interesting one." As they walked, she began to analyze Tara, memorizing the way she walked, spoke, her atmosphere, and even her breathing. It was her duty to learn all she could about this girl in he brief time she had. And who knew, maybe it would come in handy later on. "You look a bit young to be a world-class murderess..." Her voice was low so other's wouldn't hear. "How did you even get involved in the crime business? And why?" One couldn't blame Silver for being hostile towards the gang and crime world. Afterall, they ruined her life and tore it to shreds.

((OMG I HAD THE MOST BRILLIANT IDEA TO ADD TO THE STORY BETWEEN THEM!! ... What if... Tara killed Silver's father too?!
In Silver's Bio it say's the location of her father is 'unknown'... What if one of Tara's more recent jobs took down Silver father?))

"Stupid name..." Silver murmured, pulling the rope tight as it created a wicked contraption that resembled a deadlier horse-roping noose. She heard the question, but had absolutely no desire to share her story. What would this girl care? Tara was Someone that would probably always be looking down on the next person, no matter how much better they were then her. "I don't have a story." She murmered, looking up and into Tara's eyes for the very first time. "But if I did," she started, hinting to the truth, "It wouldn't be so far off from you own." Sighing, Silver tossed the rope without care to the side, stretching as she stood. "Wanna go do something useful?" She asked, nodding to the other stations.

((Have your girl keep preying into my girls story, and Ill have mine do the same.:) ))

- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "Silver stiffened as she saw the tribute girl move in her direction, keeping her eyes on her fingers and rope. Her jaw clenched, and she hardly glanced..."


Silver tilted her head to the side too, eyes ever-searching and face never-changing. "Seven?" She asked, narrowing in on the girl's body type. Yes, she was well developed, but lacking the tanned skin and arm muscles that any 7 girl would develop over time. Her head dropped and a small snort came out of her mouth; It was nothing too loud or rude, but anyone could tell that it obviously meant 'Yeah right, suuurrree your from 7.' The girl seemed very slightly anxious, probably loving this encounter just as much as Silver liked parties.

And then Tarra just had to go and bring up history within the first minute of meeting someone. Of course Silver knew who she was... Anyone who was anybody in the underground business new of the famous little girl who took down the country by storm. Even before her capture, she had heard her father whispering about a young girl he had hired to do a fee hits for him. Being youthful and innocent, Silver had thought nothing of it. Know being older and much more wise about the dark secrets that lied in people, she realized just about everything this girl was hiding. And she wasn't about to point out that fact that Tarra had once worked for her father and his gang. "You assume correct." Silver replied quietly, eyes darting to the training guide who happened to be not-so-secretly listening in. One daring look made him quickly scatter off so she could continue. "The famous 'Gunman,' I presume?" Another snort escaped, another shake of the head. "Obviously not a very good name for a girl like you." Nodding at Tarra's hand's, Silver was attempting to point out the fact that Tarra was lacking the necessary callous's to be even considered proficent with a gun.

((Sorry for the longish post:P They will get shorter soon!! Also, she's from 2 fyi;) ))

Silver stiffened as she saw the tribute girl move in her direction, keeping her eyes on her fingers and rope. Her jaw clenched, and she hardly glanced up upon her arrival. In the brief view she got of her, quite a few things were cleared up. It just so happened to be the Famous Tara of District 7. She had a younger, softer look to eyes, but one sniff and Silver could pick a criminal out of a crowd. The reaping video's spoke volumes about each tributes character, and Tara was quite the interesting story. She had heard rumors of this girl and her previous life, knowing that she very well may be the only good competition she may have in this arena. Hopefully no one had heard about any rumors of her own shady past.

Twirling the rope into an effective noose, Silver sighed and finally looked up, face expressionless as ever. "Silver Ellison, Two." When she look back down and waited for the girl to leave, she was suprised that the girl stayed, seeming to be expecting a conversation. She raised an eyebrow, as if asking Do you have more to say? What was Tara expecting? For all of a sudden her face to light up, for them to start talking as if they were new-found best friends? The rope slid over her calloused fingers, boredom apparent in her posture. One hand continued to knot, why the other found it's way to her ear and began to fiddle with one of her many piercings. The tension in the space grew between them by the second. But as she sat there, a little nagging voice in the back of her mind began to remind her that she couldn't do this alone; Silver would need an ally or two if she was planning of wining this thing. "What district?" She asked after an awkward pause, eyes wandering the center, doing anything but look directly at Tara.

The elevator door opened with a cheerful ding spitting out a tributes as it's job description intended. The girl that walked out moved with a graceful manner, not a single bit of hesitation radiating from her. Bypassing the door guards, she kept her gaze focused and ahead on the training center doors. Many tributes grew uneasy when around the abundant number of peacekeepers, but this girl hardly even noticed their presence, for she had known the concept of guard (better known as captor) her whole life. Their job was to be there in case she decided to do something stupid or out of line. Luckily, she wasn't planning on rocking their boats because she knew the horrora that they could create for a girl like herself.

The double doors opened, and the world of the training center was introduced to Silver Ellison. Breathing in deeply brought back the familiar feelings of her home; Metal, rubber, sweat, and lemon. It was filled with all the basics of any training facility, only filled with much, much more. Technology beyond what she thought possible, nervous tributes fluttering from station to station, hundreds of weapons that every mind was taking for granted, and the judgemental gamemakers in their protective box above. She gave them a seething glare before letting her eyes fall on each individual tribute. They weren't worth her time, nor worth the dirt on her combat boots. But these were the people she would be spending her darkest days yet with.

Silver quickly found herself at the ropes station, ignoring the instructor's welcome as she sat down at a chair and began to fiddle with a rope on her fingers, silently watching the terrible world around her spin. The tribute that first caught her eye was the girl named Tara at the Knives station. She too moved with a confidence about her that couldn't wuite contend with her own, but sure was noticable. Silver kept her eyes on her for a moment too long, making eye contact, but looking away unfazed.

((They can RP if you want Chloe:) They both have similar attitutes, so it may be kinda funny:P))

Name: Silver Ellison

Gender: Female

Age: 18

District: 2



Apperance:

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Named after her piercing, stormy grey eyes, Silver is the image of sophistication. Being 5'8 and 135 pounds, she towers over the smaller and weaker tributes. Her muscles are defined and toned, skin tanned yet far from flawless. Wavy, dirty blonde hair cascade's over her shoulders and down to her ribs. Every move she makes is purposeful and directly to the point, never diverting from the goal at hand. No one has seen a smile on her face on ages. Her face is always unreadable, making her actions and intension's unpredictable behind the never changing death-stare. Piercing are found all over her body; Ears, nose, lips, belly. Tattoo's of various things litter her porcelain skin, most of them meaningless to the unknowing eye. Scars and burn-marks are noticible if you look close enough. One look at Silver is enough to scare even the strongest of people away for good.



Personality:
Hardened. Dark. Reserved. Intimidating. Confident.
These words are the very thoughts that scream in your mind the second you lay your eyes on Silver. She stalks around with an atmosphere that makes you feel so very far beneath her. No one could possibly be stupid enough to think that she is not a career. The way she carries herself is as if she is above anyone and everyone, so far so that she can smash it all under her foot with a single glance. No one would dare get in her way. Her aroma makes it very hard for her to find friends, not that she wants them anyways. Her social skills have always lacked, and it takes a very deticated person to get a conversation out of her. If you ask, she's arrogant. If you try, she's excluding. If you tease, she's furious. If you poke, she's angry. And if you insult, you dare insult, she's a living nightmare.
Though Silver always seems serious and unyielding, take the time to uncrack her shell and you just may find the treasures that lie inside.



History:
Silver's history is so dark, so pitch black, that peering into the past may never let you back out alive.
Her story began before she was even born. Her parent's were starcrossed lovers; Father, the leader of the biggest gang in all of District 2, and Mother, an innocent nurse who worked on wounded soldiers. Their path's crossed, and soon there was Silver, named at birth after not only her eyes, but by the fact that she was the Silver lining on their little cloud of perfection. She lived a well-off life for the first 13 years; Learning her mother's trade while her father brought in more cash then they could possibly spend. School was enjoyable and her friends were her whole life. Somehow, someway, she was always happy. Her parents even had another son in their prime of their life. Her father was her rolemodel, despite his ill trade. Over the years he began to teach her his ways, showing her concepts such as self defence and walking within the shadows.
It was a perfect until she was kidnapped.
When you are in the underground gang buisness, there is always someone who wants to ruin your life. In order to destroy Silver's dad, a rival gang leader to his daughter as compensation. For one whole year of her life she was put through literal hell. Torture, rape, drugs, abuse. She was even trained and forced to go one robberies and murder missions for her captors. All the meanwhile, her parents did all they could to get her home; He payed the men, pleaded, even ran several rescue mission attempts that were failures.
In the end, it wasn't her dad's efforts that brought her freedom, but her own cleverness. Realizing their was no hope for rescue, she formulated a devious plan. Using nothing more then her smarts, her nimble body, and a shower rod, Siver managed to escape her confinement and find her way back home... To a house up in flames and mother screaming inside. Somehow, word of her escape had spread through the gossip web, and an ally of her captors had put an end to the family home. She tried, tried very hard to rescue her mother and brother, but it was all to late by the time she got to them. Silver lay in the ashes, cluching her brother's burt body to her chest as flames danced around them in the moonlight.
The next days were a blur in her memoy. She remembered being drug from the house by a
neighbor, being taken by the police, and waking in a training center for trouble kids who were there to learn to be careers. Having nowhere else to go, she remined under their watchful eye. Come on... This place couldn't be nearly as bad as where she had been for the past year... But she was somewhat wrong. The method's used by her trainers were fairly... unorthodox. Poor preformance was met by a wip. Displeasure was meg with a belt. Fear was driven into the hearts of the trainee's, along with a mad hunger for blood. It was a new kind of hell that she endured for many more years. Tatto's and piercings covered her scars and burns, a never-fading mask hiding her troubled past. She learned to put 100% of her time and effort into training to one day leave the place, but continue to live another life.
For some time, she believed her father would one day show up and rescue her from this awful place. But her father was never seen again. In the end, she was left to the hand's of her new captors... And the only escape from these ones was volenteering for the games.




Family:
-Mother... {Dead}
-Father... {Unknown}
-Brother... {Dead}

Strategy: Silver plans to enter the arena with a confidence that no other tribute could ever muster. She plans on taking whatever she wants from the cornucopia by whatever means necessary. She also knows that whatever allies she wants, she will get. Killing other's will not be an issue, as she has killed many already in her past. All in all, she plans on doing whatever it takes to make it out alive.

Strengths:
---Secrecy
---Axes
---Knives
---Strength
---Remaining focused
---Nursing and Health
---Problem Solving
---Not Getting Attached
---Stealth/Camo

Weaknesses:
---Social Skills
---Making Friends
---Bows and arrows
---Swimming
---Controling her emotions
---Plant Identification



Weapon of Choice: Any kind of Axe or throwing kinfe. She also prefes Short swords or daggers.
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District Token: A single, burnt coin that was in her pocket when she was in her burning home. She now keeps it on a braclet.
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Other: I was hoping somehow she could have a relationship with someone:)

Okay, so is the next arena not opening up until after this one finishes??... Or can we do it now?? I've been doing great myself!! I tried to drag myseld away from Goodreads, but something always drags me back in!! I guess I like the people too much to let yall go;D

MEL!!!:) I knew that was you!! The profile picture threw me off momentarily (which is GOREGOUS by the way<3), but now I gotcha!
Sweet!! I've been reading through Arena 2, and man, theres some good stuff in this group!!:D I'm uber excited to start rping with these peeps!
How have you beeeeeen??:)

Hmm... Next arena??:) Its spring Break, an I'm craving some rp!

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Name: Marley Anne Francis

Gender: Female

District: 10

Age: 16

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Standing at a 5'4 when on her tip-toes, Marley is a thinly-built blonde with a smile as bright as the sun. She always seems to have a soft and bright look on her face, kind eyes and a charming aroma. Her frame is tanned from long hours in the fields, her frame fairly frail. No part of her body is harsh, but her bones and small muscles are clearly defined. Basically, she could be defined as extremely 'cute', but maybe not 'hot'. She still has a little bit of what you could say to be childish features.

Personality: Marley is the cute, fun, and happy girl that never seems to have a down moment. She always tries to brighten the mood no matter what the situation, smooth or rocky. She wouldn't be considered particularly outgoing, more on the shy side of talking to people. The entire thought of the games makes her shiver, the thought of death and violence never being something she enjoyed. When making friends, she tends to be nice to everyone, never liking to be rude or hurt people's feelings. She is extremely submissive, and it will take a lot to make her fight back against you... Unless of course absolutely necessary.

History: Her history is a simple, common one for her family back in 10.
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Okay, ill take D 10 male and Female then Mel! :) Thanks, and sorry I didnt see that earlier!
I wont be able to make them until Wednesday or Thursday though sadly ;(

Can I have district 12 male and female?? I will RP the boy in the training center, but will be killed off fairly close to the beginning of the games!!