The Hunger Games (rp) discussion
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Dec 21, 2013 07:19AM
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Peeta wasn't sure what to think. Where did she go? Why did she go? Who did she see? Why wouldn't she tell him?
I'm Aimee" Aimee says "Bayan, what weapons do you have" she asks "erm I mean what weapons are you good at using" she asks
"l-lets go. yeah. so, who are you? I- i don't really know many people, just because of, you know, who I am, and I figure you might need to talk."Bayan said, trying to lighten up the moment.
"Um, lets see. A bow and arrow, a dagger, a bit blood stained, long story, but I am best at using the bow and arrow."
"same" she says "mainly accuracy, so I can throw knives to, I mean the capitol says to not train before we get there but come on, let's gt real, everyone trains at least a little bit" she says
"Well, I uh, never exaclty uh, trained. not exactly. see, the capitol doesn't know I've been alive for the past two years, so calling me for reaping, well, it probably sort of their way of saying that we caught you, you know? So, yeah, I've seen a couple of peacekeepers fall to these arrows but, training, well, I know how to use it."
Aimee smirks again "jst remember that if you and I are going to survive we at least need to aly with each other and join the careers" Aimee says "just pretend to be tough"
Aimee smiles a little "yes we do, you wanna stay alive right?" she asks him knowing that the both of them couldn't live
Bayan stopped smiling. He acknowledged her, by nodding. He didn't like agreeing to that."Maybe the capitol will die in the end. And, then again, with our luck, blood bath will drown us."
Aimee frowns a little "the Capitol will never fall, and I can tel you're uncomofortable with this so, you have a choice, me and the careers, r by yourself" Aimee says sternly
Bayan paused. "Careers, but you know I won't stay there all games. But, fine, I will start out with them. But we WILL leave them, when it gets to dangerous for us there.
"well no duh" Aimee says "when the timings right we leave, and maybe kill a couple on our way out, this game is all about who and who not to trust and we, are to be trusted...for a while" Aimee says "come on, let's go eat food or work out or something to make us look more intimidating, more career like" Aimee says
"Anything to be more career like, of course. I shouldve known." Bayan sat up and followed her out the door.
Aimee found a room with work out equipment and tossed Bayan to 30 pound weights "ift them" she says aand gets some for herself, Aimee was never a strong girl but she tried not to show that this was hard for her
Bayan lifts them up easily. He wasn't breaking a sweat. Until he saw what Aimee was building up to. Then he was sweating. A 50 pounder. uh oh.
Aimee was really working at it "I am not going to die because of some lousy no good, dirty rotten, foreigners, I am from district one, as in the number one" she says to herself, many timesto stop from the pain of the wights
Bayan tried to tell Aimee that he needed a break because he was hungry, but she didn't hear him. ugh. well, bayan was finally able to lift the 50 pounder by the end of the workout when he left to go take a nap, and maybe eat something.
"Okay, if you say so." Bayan barely took a step before he collapsed on the couch. then he woke up, and he could smell some pancakes or something.
Bayan stepped in, then stepped back."Wow. You, you, look really good."
Bayan sat down in a chair. Ah, pancakes, his favorite.
Aimee blushes a bit "you look good to, what with your dried sweat smell, and your hair sticking up in random places" Aimee teases
"Why, thank you." Bayan grinned. He threw a pancake in the air, and accidently dropped it on her head."uh, sorry about my amazing aiming abilities with flying pancakes."
she takes it off of her head and tosses it in his face "it's fine" she says with a small smile she takes a pancake and puts it on her plate and starts piling up butter and syrup on it, then she eats it
"Okay." ((do we have enough people? I can get some more people to join, but maybe not in enough time.))
"Well, let's make sure, he, as in, him over there," he pointed to haymitch mumbling about how hungry he was and knocking down precious lamps, "sober for the reaping?"
Bayan followed effie into a room, with a group of stylists, each one holding a different styling weapan, I mean tool, smiling evily."Do I have to do this?"
Oh, he more than hated this. But, he'd rather die in the games than die here. so, he went along with it.
Bayan, Kat, they boy, and Aimee went into the train. They boy went off to his room, so just those were left in the room.
Bayan heard an invitation over some sort of loudspeakers, and it said all the tributes should come to dinner, no pancakes. he thought the last comment was directed for him. He laughed.



