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Post by Seryna on Apr 18, 2012 19:59:54 GMT -5
After a morning spent in training, you had worked up quite an appetite by noon. You find yourself guided to the cafeteria, where a long buffet table was laid out with fried chickens, lamb stew, various roasted vegetables and fruit tarts. The room was lined with white clothed Peace Keepers, intent on keeping the peace between the tributes.
The pace settings where 12 round tables, each set with four chairs. The male tributes from District 1 & 2 had somewhere hustled their way to the front of the line and were already carrying their laden plates to the first table nearest to the buffet line.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Apr 18, 2012 23:10:30 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7 Female Tribute
Rory posture was better today. There was less tension in her shoulders. She was less pale. And hey... she was finally eating. Her tray was piled with veggies and lamb stew. Fried chicken and the tarts were out. They were just empty calories. And right now, she didn't need anything that would probably make her feel worse in the long run.
She sat down at the table in the corner this time, taking her place in the one seat in the room that didn't have her back exposed.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Apr 19, 2012 9:38:46 GMT -5
Jace Colton; District 9 Male Tribute
Today he'd been noticeably different. He was smiling. Interacting well with the trainers and being all around the most pleasant person in the room. He's even sort-of waved to a spectator or two when he noted he was being watched. For all anyone can tell, he's happy to be here. Ecstatic, even. The questions he asked were enthusiastic. The physical training was 'fun', for all anyone can tell.
Smile. Laugh. Be 'the boy next door'....
...It was exhausting.
The other Tributes--especially those from the poorer districts--tended to pile their plates with food. Jace, from his place in line, looks as if he's being nitpicky. He's not taking much and he's not taking anything too heavy. Fruits and raw vegetables. A small bowl of lamb-stew. A few slices of warm bread with a little bit of butter.
Otherwise, his plate is oddly...bare, compared to everyone else's.
And now he was supposed to look around for Lallek. They were supposed to sit and work things out, and this would be a good place to do it assuming they couldn't find time really alone.
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Post by seanman1224 on Apr 19, 2012 19:52:49 GMT -5
Femra: District 8 Female
Yum. Another lunch! I could honestly eat all day if I wasn't here... I grab 3 bowls of lamb stew and follow Rory to where she sat.
"Hey Rory. Are you finally hungry?" I inquired.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Apr 20, 2012 9:15:44 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7 Female Tribute
Femra... Rory saw her as one of the many strays she had picked up, in just a days time. Femra was hers, just like the others had been deemed hers. Which is probably why Silver was gunning for her. Her and Jace were the lynchpins. They held everything together. Without both of them... No, she wasn't going to think like that. Rory was making it to day 2 of the games. There was no other option.
She smiled when Femra spoke, nodding. "It's weird. Maybe fighting for my life finally agrees with me... So doing any better today? You were kind of shaky yesterday what with two careers gunning for our group... I was shaky too."
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Post by seanman1224 on Apr 20, 2012 21:16:38 GMT -5
"Good." I said with a smile.
"And yeah, I'm better. It was just...startling. Didn't expect him to come after me like that. Thanks for sticking up for me."
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Post by Seryna on Apr 21, 2012 18:38:27 GMT -5
"Hello." Rowan settled next to Rory and Femra. "How's every one doing?"
Her plate was piled high with meat and vegetables - and she heartily began eating her lamb stew.
"Any one see Tank?"
Micha took a seat beside Femra, glancing at the other tributes. "I don't see that knife happy career." She remarked. "Hopefully they'll be keeping a better eye on her. She worries me."
She looks in between the three females. " You guys are forming an alliance, right? Is it all right if Abigail-" She indicates the smaller female behind her - "- and I stick with you guys for awhile?" Abigail took the seat beside Micha, eying Rory, Femra and Rowan with curiosity.
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Post by seanman1224 on Apr 21, 2012 19:59:37 GMT -5
Femra: District 8 Female I looked up and down at Micha and Abby. Seem trustworthy. I shrug my shoulders and glance over at Rory. "I don't mind, but I don't really make the decisions here."
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Apr 22, 2012 14:35:01 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7 Female Tribute
"Of course," Rory said to Femra. Yes, she was a participant in the games, and yes that meant that soon she'd have to kill in order to survive. But, Rory was determined to retain her humanity. She would have done the same if they were back home. Just because the game had changed, didn't mean the rules did. Not for Rory. And at least not right now.
"Haven't seen him, yet. But where there's food, Tank will soon follow." Rory replied before eating a few bites of her food. She looked up when she left eyes burrowing into her. Her gaze fell on Femra first, because she had spoken last, then to Micha who had asked the question. Fighting an urge to sigh, Rory grinned and nodded her head. "That girl worries everyone. Which is why we're sitting over here. And yeah, the more the merrier."
Her brow furrowed at the odd turn of phase. It didn't apply here, did it? Not in these games. "I saw you two at one of the training stations yesterday. I'm Rory, this is Rowan, we're both from district 7. And this Femra, she's from district 8."
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Post by seanman1224 on Apr 22, 2012 16:47:07 GMT -5
Femra: District 8 Female
"Oops! I forgot to formally introduce myself, sorry. Well, as Rory said, I'm from district 8." I said, extending my hand.
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Post by mrbrightside on Apr 23, 2012 12:31:02 GMT -5
The people who piled their plates with food were a bit amusing to Lallek. Some were eating because they had been on the verge of starvation all their lives, others were excited to see so many new dishes, a few of the more melancholic tributes were likely savoring every bite, knowing that their remaining meals were growing fewer and fewer. Lallek, however, thinks of District 4. He craves fresh shrimp, snapper cooked over an open fire. He missed the taste of fresh fish stolen from the coves and reefs he knew so well. As he passes through the line, the foods Lallek picks up are fish dishes, most of which have been mutilated by capitol cooks.
When he finally exits the line and spots Jace, Lallek walks up, touches his shoulder, points to a table in the corner and then promptly heads over to take a seat. Lallek's chair allows him to face out to all the other tributes and his eyes scan over the others, even as Jace joins him.
Rather than relaxing by the routine, it seemed that the days were making Lallek more tense. The weight of the Games was becoming more and more real all the time.
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Apr 24, 2012 7:30:38 GMT -5
As Tank entered the lunch hall, he made a beeline straight for the food that was laid out, piling his plate with protein and carbs for the upcoming Games. Best to get in a good meal now while they didn't have to work for it... who knew how long it could take to find a good meal in the environments that awaited them, or even if there were any reliable sources of nourishment in the Games at all.
It took Tank a moment of staring around the room to spot the table with his District partners on it, walking over once he did so and taking a seat with the gathered group.
"Food good today." Tank stated, picking up a chicken leg from his plate and starting to consume it.
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Post by QuinnTalon on Apr 24, 2012 10:06:35 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
His District Partners were sitting with 'Altruism'. His private name for his alliance with all the little one's. The one's who were trying to survive the Careers. To take them out. Even as he takes his seat next to Lallek. 'Honesty'. The one where they both knew where they stood. Where they both could figure out how things were going to go.
To watch each other's backs, even when the other alliance inevitably breaks apart. Because it would.
There could only be one winner.
He knew that Lallek couldn't talk. Had gotten that both from his statement the other day at lunch, and just from watching. The other boy hadn't said a word. Which could be both a hindrance and an advantage. So long as they figured out a way to communicate without having to use a notepad.
Something he could work on tonight in his room, and hand off to Lallek for perusal later, maybe?
"You and me. We find each other in the Cornicopia and watch each other's backs until we get out. Head north to meet up with the others--assuming any of them make it out. When things break apart, we stick together?"
Best to get the important points out of the way first.
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Post by mrbrightside on Apr 24, 2012 17:22:56 GMT -5
As Jace describes his plan Lallek merely nods in agreement. It wasn't all that different from what he would have suggested.
Unfortunately bringing a pad and pencil had been impossible. A pencil could be jabbed through an eye for a potentially lethal stab wound. The risk of that aside, Lallek had no place to keep such things. He had, however, prepared in advance for the meeting. Reaching down into his boot, Lallek pulled up a small note. It had been folded so many times that it could fit easily in the palm of his hand. As he slid it across the table, Jace would be able to make out the crudely written "READ ME" on the outter layer of the note.
As he passes the note, Lallek feels a bit nervous. He wasn't sure if the Peacekeepers would care about the note, but his nerves were being rubbed raw over time.
IF Jace decides to open the note here, he will find a poorly written message within. "stay with the group get them to woods or water i'll follow you when the careers attack i'll help you escape i throw knives and can take care of myself in the wild let me know what you think" The letters are crammed tightly together and words almost run off the tiny page.
Lallek calmly waits to see what Jace does, eyes peering over his allies' shoulder to survey the other tributes in the room. Enemies and allies all at the same time. His right pinkie begins to tap on the table.
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Post by Seryna on Apr 24, 2012 17:39:44 GMT -5
"Yes; Rowan."[/b] The brunette from district 7 nodded.
"Have you talked to Jace about this?" The girl inquired of Micha and Abigail. "Well, he's been pretty supportive."[/color] Micha hedged. "He made sure we were paying attention at the plant station. I think I'll be heading to shelter next. Have you decided which way you're going?"[/color]
"Yeah, the food is good."[/b]
She replies to Tank, inspecting the crust of her devoured pie. " Where is Jace?" Rowan wondered, glancing over to where Jace was talking to someone else. "Isn't that the guy who wasn't teaming Pearl and Rachel?"
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Post by Kulvar on Apr 25, 2012 17:37:54 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u]
Jasmine entered the lunchroom somewhat late. She'd spent more time in the training hall than she'd expected to, and as a result, was late. Late and hungry. She studied the arrangement of tributes, though only briefly before being drawn to the buffet table. She collected a plate, loaded up with a multitude of meats and gravies. She carried the plate to the end, collecting two spoons and a fork before making her way back into the grouping of tables. She hummed a little to herself before dropping down into a seat at Femra's table. She studied her tablemates with a smile, before sliding the spare spoon across the table toward Femra.
"If yuh're still interested in learnin' how to make it disappear," she said with a smile, then looked at the others she'd yet to have met. "I'm Jasmine, District 11."
She then speared a chunk of food and delivered it to her mouth.
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Post by Kazakin on Apr 26, 2012 12:31:11 GMT -5
Thrall, District 12
The thin, tall tribute from District 12 walked in, gravitating towards the table. He snatched up as much of the food as he could, favouring meat and bread more than anything else. He didn't trust things he didn't recognise.
He could see them all talking, like they were friends or something. Maybe they really wanted to be. It seemed weird, but if that was how they wanted to spend their last few hours, that was good enough. Thrall figured they wouldn't want him over there anyway.
He found a comfortable corner and began to wolf down his food. Might as well enjoy that while it lasted, too.
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Post by Seryna on Apr 26, 2012 17:27:45 GMT -5
Ghislaine; District 12 female The short, thin female - Ghislaine - from district 12 hesitated at facing the cafeteria of tributes. Spotting a familiar face- Thrall - she settles across the table from him. Her plate is piled high with protein and bread, which she starts in on with gusto. After the first chicken pie; she slows down and starts glancing around the room. Her hands remain on her plate as her eyes rove around the room, glancing at the other tributes. The District 11 tributes come in behind Ghislaine; glancing about with the same moment of hesitation. Odin strides forward and claims one of the empty tables; the one beside District 12. He begins to eat slowly and methodically, facing forward. He glances towards any one who walks near him; but doesn't make a lot of eye contact. Sorrel; the tall, thin female pauses alone fr a minute. She glances towards Jasmine for a beat; indecision on her face. She decides to join the table beside Sorrel. She breaks her bread into small pieces, eating each bite with a deliberate slowness that suggests she is savoring each bite. Sorrel Odin
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Apr 27, 2012 19:32:59 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7 Female Tribute
"See," Rory says when Tank sits down. She wants to add something about how he never disappoints but she doesn't want to confuse him. And she doesn't want him to do something stupid just to keep himself from letting her down.
Rory's eyes scanned the room and picked up everything. Her gut says that Jace'll leave as soon as he can. She doesn't blame him. You can afford to get attached. She glances at the people at her table, etching their faces and their names into her memory. Because if by some wild twist of fate Rory does survive, she wants to never forget the people that fought with her.
Her gaze settles on Rowan for a second and she nods. "Lallek. District 4."
And just like that the light returns to her eyes. "I'm not sure where I want to go next... Maybe fire making. Maybe some kind of weapons training."
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Post by QuinnTalon on Apr 28, 2012 8:49:28 GMT -5
Jace Colton[/u]
"Get them to water and figure a plan for their defense. The plan was to try and take out the Careers early. Once we do that, I was planning on breaking off quietly. I can be somewhat invisible when I want to be.
"I can survive on nothing, and I'm used to being hungry so it's not too much of a hindrance. I'm learning that my ability with a scythe is going to be helpful, so you take care of ranged and I can take care of up-close."
He looks up from the note and at Lallek. "You watch my back in the Cornucopia. I'll watch your's?"
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Post by Seryna on Apr 30, 2012 13:19:39 GMT -5
"Lallek."[/b] Rowan repeated to herself, looking out at Jace and Lallek. She frowns, but returns her attention to breaking up a roll, eating a piece before speaking again. "Weapons couldn't hurt. Neither could fire. We should compliment each other." [/b] This last bit is spoken to the group as she looked around to those who had chosen to sit together.
"Hello."[/b] The blonde sixteen year old from district 4; Pearl; paused beside the table where Femra, Tank, Rory, Jasmine and Rowan were sitting. "I'm Pearl,"[/b] She introduced herself. " -Rowan and I had spoken yesterday..."[/b] She hedged. The blonde glanced uncertainly among the group of tributes.
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Post by seanman1224 on Apr 30, 2012 18:57:07 GMT -5
Femra: District 8 Female I smiled at Jasmine. "I'm still interested," I said, taking the spoon. I twirled it around in my head, eying the newcomers to our table. "Hey Pearl! I'm Femra."
(Sorry I'm not posting much. School is really taking up my time.)
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Post by Kazakin on May 1, 2012 5:41:13 GMT -5
Thrall, District 12
Thrall looked up in vague surprise as one of the other District 12s sat down, but he shrugged. He figured she probably just wanted to avoid the Career pack. Not that he could exactly blame her for that.
"Where's Dale?" he asked the obvious question, because small-talk wasn't exactly his strong suit. Actually, it was probably the thing he was worst at.
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Post by Seryna on May 1, 2012 11:48:05 GMT -5
"Trying to shove more meat pies onto his plate." [/b]Ghislaine replied, taking a bite of some red colored fruit tart. "He's going to make himself sick." [/b]
She looked over her shoulder again; evaluating the growing number of tributes at Femra's table. "Getting as big as the career pack." [/b] She observed, her voice tinged with worry. The petite girl turned back around, picking at her tart. Her appetite seemed to finally be sated.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 1, 2012 20:42:43 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District 7 Female Tribute
Rory glanced at Rowan. Maybe she had come to the same conclusion about Jace as she did. She nodded at her district mate.
"If I have time, I'll hop over to weapons training. But if not... Any axe you guys find, I'll trade you." Rory said to the table. Rowan and herself were the axe-people. Rory knew she could probably do some damage with an axe.
Rory smiled when Pearl approached. "Have a seat, we're discussing what stations we want to visit."
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