This is for the Hunger Games RP, but I thought it could be put on here to see what everyone thinks about it too.
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I stare up at the stage as they wait for everyone to be ready for the reaping. I hate the Capitol. I hate everyone who's even associated with the Capitol. I hate the reapings. And I hate the Hunger Games. I'm one of the very few people who don't like the Hunger Games here in District 3. Most people Любовь the Hunger Games here. If they get chosen for it, they are usually celebrating about it later on. Some prepare for the Hunger Games for almost their whole life. Literally. As I'm Остаться в живых in thought, my name is called. "Adira Anderson!" I'm confused first, but then I'm just mad. I walk up to the stage, and try to put on a good face for the cameras. But I'm so mad it's really hard to. It was time for the male to be called up. "Come on...come on...let's hope it's not Dennis..." I thought quietly. Dennis was a total geek- he loved electronics, experimenting with them, and he often created deadly weapons. So I just hoped that he wouldn't be too good with weapons, just creating them. I obviously didn't want to be killed by my own district's male. That would be really embarrassing. But they call Dennis's name anyways. "Dennis Jones!" Dennis doesn't look too happy to be up there either, but he tries to put on a proud smile. He looks at me and smiles. He motions for me to take his hand, unexpectedly. He isn't really a ladies man. I reluctantly do so. He takes it and raises our arms in the air. We almost look like victors. Just almost.
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I stare up at the stage as they wait for everyone to be ready for the reaping. I hate the Capitol. I hate everyone who's even associated with the Capitol. I hate the reapings. And I hate the Hunger Games. I'm one of the very few people who don't like the Hunger Games here in District 3. Most people Любовь the Hunger Games here. If they get chosen for it, they are usually celebrating about it later on. Some prepare for the Hunger Games for almost their whole life. Literally. As I'm Остаться в живых in thought, my name is called. "Adira Anderson!" I'm confused first, but then I'm just mad. I walk up to the stage, and try to put on a good face for the cameras. But I'm so mad it's really hard to. It was time for the male to be called up. "Come on...come on...let's hope it's not Dennis..." I thought quietly. Dennis was a total geek- he loved electronics, experimenting with them, and he often created deadly weapons. So I just hoped that he wouldn't be too good with weapons, just creating them. I obviously didn't want to be killed by my own district's male. That would be really embarrassing. But they call Dennis's name anyways. "Dennis Jones!" Dennis doesn't look too happy to be up there either, but he tries to put on a proud smile. He looks at me and smiles. He motions for me to take his hand, unexpectedly. He isn't really a ladies man. I reluctantly do so. He takes it and raises our arms in the air. We almost look like victors. Just almost.
Again I own absolutely nothing, and I do hope Ты smile laugh and get inspired because those are just wonderful feelings and it's the purpose of all of this.
Enjoy!
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store Далее door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say овца, овцы Вампиры Rock on them. Yeah, I Любовь the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with овца, овцы that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into овца, овцы Вампиры that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Кока-кола left from an год назад shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or Ты shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?