One by one, you wake up in a room. Is the floor shaking? You look up at your surroundings, only to see 13 other people tied up around you. The room is definitely shaking.
Explain what the others see, and tell me what your reaction is to the situation.
The others see a big teen, if you had to guess 16, calmly waiting on the train, smiling, staring at those who look the weakest. He tries to get comfortable, and waits, for what he’s been training for.
The others see a slightly older young man (late teens or early 20's). Blond hair, probably over 6' tall with beefy arms and a dirty face, like he had been out in a field. He blinks a couple times, looks about and just says "Yep" and closes his eyes again.
A young man slowly sits up, shaking his head. He is tall, with blonde hair, sharp features, and fine clothes that look like the cost a few fortunes. His face is calm, as blue eyes carefully observe the others, looking for signs of weakness. Despite being tied up with strangers, he is calm and collected (or at least he looks calm and collected). If his situation bothers him, he is doing an excellent job of hiding it.
A teenage girl, small, hard, wiry, her skin tanned with the sun and her protective clothing and boots caked with the dust of the midwestern plains, sits stonily in a corner of the room, gritting her teeth. Her wide-brimmed hat is pulled low over her eyes, making it hard for the others to see her face, although she tilts her chin up every now and then to take a look at her companions in misfortune.
Free as birds this morning, now caged like cattle. Of course she knows not everyone in the Districts lives as freely as her family has been able to. Or maybe her family just feels free, with the untrammeled open sky of the vast herds' pastures in District 10, and the sense of responsibility for their destiny that they always cultivate. But now her family is torn from her, and she's alone, except for these other kids... other cattle.
And soon enough, all of them will be trying to kill me. The thought is not reassuring and keeps her wiry muscles tense. A steely, defensive glare at the other teens hides the prick of tears at the corner of her eyes. Why me? Why us?
As the rest of the tributes start to wake up, you see one stick out in particular. This man, unlike the other tributes, is dressed rather finely, in silk robes nonetheless.
He awakens rather suddenly.
"NO!!! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I served them my whole life, this can't be happening."
He looks up, not at anyone in particular, but starts yelling, as if to someone outside.
"I'M FROM THE CAPITOL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! CAPITOLS DON'T DO THE HUNGER GAMES! There's been a mistake. Get me out of here. Get me away from these savages." The man spits out.
The blonde-haired young man is surprised, but quickly regains controls of himself. "If you're here with the rest of us, then you belong in the games just as much as we do. Think of this...as an opportunity to prove yourself. As long as you don't get killed by a "savage", of course. It seems to me that it's far too late for you already." The young man's voice is calm, but something the man said seems to have angered him.
The dust-covered girl looks up slowly, startled at the outburst, but even more so by its content. From the Capitol? The games are only for the Districts' children. They have other ways of punishing their own. A weird, twisted feeling of hope sparks inside her breast. If they're turning on themselves now, maybe the games have an end in sight.
She stares at the silk-clad young man. "So, if you're here with us," she drawls, "what'd you do?"
The girl thinks about mustering an ironic smile at the young man's flustered response, but everything is just too bleak and ugly for anything close to a smile to reach her face. Instead, she replies flatly, "Okay, what do they think you did then?"
The girl sits up straighter, hardly able to hide her sudden interest. Oh, a chink in the Capitol's armor, mm? She feels the numb and powerless despair that had been weighing her down lighten... just a little. Absently, like a tic, she rubs the side of her jaw. "So they put you in here with us, to silence you. I get it." She grins crookedly. "Well, the church isn't on your side now, are they? Would it hurt to tell me their little secret? Maybe we can use it to all find a way out of here alive. You see, they don't think anything of us, in the Capitol. We're just cattle to them, but actually we have brains and a will too, and spirit. We can do more than they think we can. Help each other, too. My name is Agnes, by the way. What's yours?"
Agnes, disheveled and covered in dust, stares piercingly at the silk-clad young man. A wary glance or two at the obviously Career tributes in the room seems to indicate that she doesn't trust them either. But she keeps her gaze on the young man, trying to appear friendly and nonthreatening. Social graces.. people.. never my strong point... but really I'm not a threat to anybody in here... I just want a way out.
One by one, you wake up in a room. Is the floor shaking? You look up at your surroundings, only to see 13 other people tied up around you. The room is definitely shaking.
Explain what the others see, and tell me what your reaction is to the situation.
-Archie
The others see a big teen, if you had to guess 16, calmly waiting on the train, smiling, staring at those who look the weakest. He tries to get comfortable, and waits, for what he’s been training for.
PM me the word “Tomato”
The others see a slightly older young man (late teens or early 20's). Blond hair, probably over 6' tall with beefy arms and a dirty face, like he had been out in a field. He blinks a couple times, looks about and just says "Yep" and closes his eyes again.
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A young man slowly sits up, shaking his head. He is tall, with blonde hair, sharp features, and fine clothes that look like the cost a few fortunes. His face is calm, as blue eyes carefully observe the others, looking for signs of weakness. Despite being tied up with strangers, he is calm and collected (or at least he looks calm and collected). If his situation bothers him, he is doing an excellent job of hiding it.
*We have essentially the same intro.*
PM me the word “Tomato”
*Common trend amongst career tributes.*
-Archie
A teenage girl, small, hard, wiry, her skin tanned with the sun and her protective clothing and boots caked with the dust of the midwestern plains, sits stonily in a corner of the room, gritting her teeth. Her wide-brimmed hat is pulled low over her eyes, making it hard for the others to see her face, although she tilts her chin up every now and then to take a look at her companions in misfortune.
Free as birds this morning, now caged like cattle. Of course she knows not everyone in the Districts lives as freely as her family has been able to. Or maybe her family just feels free, with the untrammeled open sky of the vast herds' pastures in District 10, and the sense of responsibility for their destiny that they always cultivate. But now her family is torn from her, and she's alone, except for these other kids... other cattle.
And soon enough, all of them will be trying to kill me. The thought is not reassuring and keeps her wiry muscles tense. A steely, defensive glare at the other teens hides the prick of tears at the corner of her eyes. Why me? Why us?
As the rest of the tributes start to wake up, you see one stick out in particular. This man, unlike the other tributes, is dressed rather finely, in silk robes nonetheless.
He awakens rather suddenly.
"NO!!! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I served them my whole life, this can't be happening."
He looks up, not at anyone in particular, but starts yelling, as if to someone outside.
"I'M FROM THE CAPITOL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! CAPITOLS DON'T DO THE HUNGER GAMES! There's been a mistake. Get me out of here. Get me away from these savages." The man spits out.
-Archie
The blonde-haired young man is surprised, but quickly regains controls of himself. "If you're here with the rest of us, then you belong in the games just as much as we do. Think of this...as an opportunity to prove yourself. As long as you don't get killed by a "savage", of course. It seems to me that it's far too late for you already." The young man's voice is calm, but something the man said seems to have angered him.
The dust-covered girl looks up slowly, startled at the outburst, but even more so by its content. From the Capitol? The games are only for the Districts' children. They have other ways of punishing their own. A weird, twisted feeling of hope sparks inside her breast. If they're turning on themselves now, maybe the games have an end in sight.
She stares at the silk-clad young man. "So, if you're here with us," she drawls, "what'd you do?"
The man looks at the dust-covered girl, with an unhinged look in his eyes.
"What>? Uh, nothing. Absolutely nothing. I did nothing wrong! I swear!"
-Archie
Whenever we are ready, we can start back up again (hopefully)
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True. I was waiting until after the holidays to mention that. Hoping we can pick up the campaign now that the holidays are over.
-Archie
The girl thinks about mustering an ironic smile at the young man's flustered response, but everything is just too bleak and ugly for anything close to a smile to reach her face. Instead, she replies flatly, "Okay, what do they think you did then?"
The silken-clad man turn towards you, a manic look flashing behind his eyes, before settling down into a calm expression.
"Well, I've followed the church my whole life, but recently, I discovered... something. Something that they didn't want me telling anyone about."
-Archie
The girl sits up straighter, hardly able to hide her sudden interest. Oh, a chink in the Capitol's armor, mm? She feels the numb and powerless despair that had been weighing her down lighten... just a little. Absently, like a tic, she rubs the side of her jaw. "So they put you in here with us, to silence you. I get it." She grins crookedly. "Well, the church isn't on your side now, are they? Would it hurt to tell me their little secret? Maybe we can use it to all find a way out of here alive. You see, they don't think anything of us, in the Capitol. We're just cattle to them, but actually we have brains and a will too, and spirit. We can do more than they think we can. Help each other, too. My name is Agnes, by the way. What's yours?"
Agnes, disheveled and covered in dust, stares piercingly at the silk-clad young man. A wary glance or two at the obviously Career tributes in the room seems to indicate that she doesn't trust them either. But she keeps her gaze on the young man, trying to appear friendly and nonthreatening. Social graces.. people.. never my strong point... but really I'm not a threat to anybody in here... I just want a way out.
Persuasion: 17 (rolled in game log)
He will get up and look around.
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