Switching to past tense, because present-tense is hard.
I woke up on my own, already dreading what will happen today. The reaping. Two people from our district would be picked. It could be me. I haven't trained for the Hunger Games. I don't have any experience with weaponry. If I get reaped, I will most certainly die by the end of the games.
I stared at the ceiling and the only movement I made was blinking. So. Another year. My name was put in the glass jar only four times, but I knew that they could have rigged it easily, making sure my name was picked. The more I thought about the idea, the more true it seemed to become. It was like that for me sometimes. An idea forms in my head, hazy and unreal. Then slowly it solidifies until no amount of denial will make it seem untrue.
After climbing down the stairs reluctantly, I found myself face-to-face with my parents. My father had a sad look on his face, while my mother seemed to be apathetic about it, though I knew she was just holding it in for me. "Honey, remember that even if you get picked, at least one person will volunteer for you. At least one," she said to me, but it was probably not true. The careers hated me, as I've said. Nobody else in their right mind would go instead of me. Hell, I wouldn't go instead of me.
I got dressed in a rather sour mood. It was going to get a whole lot worse, I could tell. My shirt was a solid sky blue, and my pants were soft and loose. I figured that if I got reaped, I might as well be comfortable while doing so. I put my shoes on and walked out of the door, towards the town square, where the reaping would take place. My hands sweated, my arms wiggled back and forth nervously, and I could tell I was a complete wreck at the moment.
But, hey, you would have been, too.
It's a little short, but I'm low on time at the moment.
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Nov 19, 2011Gaud Edell - One Day Before ReapingPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
When I arrive at the Corner, I quickly slip behind a building to avoid being seen. There is my friend Nugget, who has always stuck up for me, even when I got into trouble. And we very well could get in trouble back here. I don't need to tell him to make it quick. He can see it in my eyes.
"Great, you made it. I was getting worried there for a second." he says, which makes me worried that he is worried, because there's always a reason you worry, and it might be a good reason or a bad reason. I can't tell which reason it is. Nugget has blond hair, is a little taller than me, and always has this smug expression on his face. That expression was gone now, and I was getting a bad feeling from all of this.
I ask him, "What's up? Why did you request me to meet you out here?" I tense, getting ready to run if he attacked me or something. Don't get me wrong, I trusted him, but you couldn't be too careful, especially around this time of the year.
Nugget frowns and looks both ways, as if making sure the coast was clear. It isn't like him to be this cautious. Not at all. That is usually me. "Okay, but you have to promise to keep this a secret." I nod furiously, imagination spiraling out of control. "Well, you know about the paper thing? How it's all down and stuff?" Down? I thought it was only us who had that problem. Did something happen?
"It's... down?" I ask him, and he bobs his head up and down sadly. "How?" Our paper supply was imported from District Seven, the lumber district. They cut down trees for paper and wood. There was no way it could be down.
Nugget sees my confusion, and says, "Not District Seven, I mean the place where they store all the paper in the market. A thief robbed it of all of the paper. We're not just low. We're empty. And you know who the number-one suspect is?" I get a sense of dread in my stomach. No, don't say it... I think, but it doesn't stop him from uttering the words. "The number-one suspect is you."
"But why?!" I shout. "I haven't done anything!" Nugget shushes me, looking around and hoping we haven't been heard.
He tells me, "You're lean and nimble. You're spry. The perfect person to pull this off. But I don't believe them," Nugget reassures me. Now I notice purple circles under his eyes, drooping low, almost closed. He hasn't gotten any sleep, I realize. I find it nice that he worried about me. I would worry about him, too, because that's what friends do. He's the only person who doesn't care that I'm not a career, probably because he wasn't one either. He would never do anything to betray me. What had I been thinking?
He puts a small bottle filled with white pills into my hands. "Take these. They're sleeping pills. I got them today, but you should have one. You need as much rest as possible, just in case you..." he trails off, but I know what he meant. Behind us we hear the clomping of footsteps. Peacekeepers, Nugget mouths. I take my leave and slip away, hoping they don't find him.
At home, I take the pills and fall to sleep.
The reaping was tomorrow.
Nov 18, 2011Gaud Edell - One Day Before ReapingPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
I sigh and stand up. There was nothing I could accomplish by just sitting there on my bed - though I wouldn't exactly mind doing that. I had a job to do. Whenever we didn't have school, my mother - sometimes my father, but he was a little weak from his age - would take me down to a small part of the district where the river curved. It was a jackpot of minerals and metals - exactly what District One specialized in. There I would dive and resurface with the little gleaming nuggets and ores in my hands. Then I would smelt them, and give them over to the metalworker, who would slam them with a hammer. I was not strong enough to do that, so it was just as well.
Slowly I creak open the door of my room, letting afternoon light seep in. Must've let me sleep late, I think to myself. My parents knew I was nervous whenever the reaping came by. I was fifteen years old. You qualified for reaping when you become twelve years old. Your name was entered once, on a paper slip that got put into a glass jar. If it was pulled... well, there was a good chance your fate was sealed. As you got older, they would put it one more slip per age. At the latest age you could be for reaping - eighteen - your name was entered six times. You could also apply for tesserae. Whenever you do that, your name gets put in an extra time. The profit in the end was a small amount of grain and oil. My family was well fed, unlike some families in poorer districts. I couldn't imagine what it would be like, to risk your life just to save your family...
I know that the careers wouldn't hesitate at it. After all, it would increase their chances of being picked - the thing they live and die for. But not for me, I remind myself. I go downstairs only to be greeted by an empty kitchen. What happened? Were they taken by the Capitol? There was no reason for them to. We've always followed the law, never done anything illegal. Starting to panic, I quickly dress and run outside. To the river, I decide.
I run through the town, ignoring the strange looks the people give me at my worried self. The town is mostly made out of stone, sparkling with silver bits scattered on the ground. It's quite colorful at night, actually. Almost makes you forget about the Capitol. About the Games.
At the river I sigh in relief. My parents are there. Still alive. For now, I think darkly. "You guys were gone when I woke up! I was so worried, you know that?" I say to them, a little angry that they made me panic like that.
My dad, without looking up, says, "Son, you deserved the rest, but we needed to work. We couldn't leave a note, because you know our paper supply is low," Yes. Our paper supply was diminished, and we haven't been able to get any, for we were too busy to go to the market. It was really a problem. I make a mental note to pick some up when I could.
Mother, green eyes strong and unblinking, despite what could - what probably would - happen tomorrow, tells me, "Also, Gaud? Your friend, Nugget, stopped by. He said he had something important to talk to you about. He wasn't really exact on the details. He said to meet him at the Corner." The Corner was - like the name implies - a corner of town hidden in shadows, where you could talk in private. However, I still didn't trust the Corner. The Capitol could be watching, listening, and we wouldn't know it.
Nonetheless, I want to hear what my friend has to say, and find out why he wants to talk at the Corner of all places, so I begin walking westward. To the Corner, we go.
Nov 18, 2011Gaud Edell - One Day Before ReapingPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
I wake up in my darkened room with an inner sense of dread. The reaping. Tomorrow. This is odd for a District One child, as usually there are only two responses to the reaping for the annual Hunger Games - a punishment from the Capitol to the twelve districts of Panem for rebelling years earlier where two children from each district, one male and one female, had their names randomly picked to be "tributes" in the games. The tributes would train for days, and then be sent to the arena for a fight to the death, a free-for-all. One out of twenty-four tributes would survive.
The responses we normally have are either a: excitement, or b: relief. District One was a so-called "Career District". This meant that certain children trained for the Hunger Games. Trained. It wasn't allowed, but it was well known that it happened. In fact, I think the Capitol purposely said it wasn't allowed just to make people do it, to make the games more interesting. Granted, I think a lot of things about them, mostly stuff I couldn't say out loud. Ever.
These "careers" wanted to fight to the death. They think of it as a job. I think of it as a death sentence. There were three career districts: one, two, and four. There would be at least two careers per game, so they were still gambling their lives. If they didn't get picked at the reaping, they would volunteer to go instead of the chosen. Which is a nice deal - if they don't happen to hate your guts. I am not what you would call a strong guy. In fact, I suck at most athletic sports. The only thing I have going for me is running and jumping- which could be useful in the Games, until there is only you and another tribute standing. That's when the Capitol gets creative. Anyway, the Careers hate me. I objected to their lifestyle, and I got a heavy beatdown for it. So when I was chosen, they probably wouldn't help me.
And, trust me, I will be picked. I just know it. You think you're safe, you think you won't be picked. And then BAM!, you are. They always think they won't be sent to that Capitol-approved death trap, but they are. And it crushes them. But I am prepared. I know the Capitol's tricks. I know they are watching. Everywhere, watching. Every move you make. Everything you say. Everything.
I stare at the wall, right where a golden sword gleams. If I were reaped, I wouldn't be able to use that sword. I didn't know how to be a swordsman anyway, but it was sort of a good-luck charm for me. Made by my grandfather, passed down to my father, and then passed down to me... I gulp. Tomorrow will bring events that could possibly crush my life as I know it. I tell myself, I am prepared.
I am prepared.
I am prepared.
Nov 18, 2011I just noticed that I didn't have a last name, so I added one. Also, it's important to his characterization that he not be a career. Besides, I want as much challenge as possible.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Nov 18, 2011Oops. Sorry for missing that part. That's actually pretty clever.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Also, I was wondering how you'd deal with hunger and thirst, since it's a pretty important part of the Hunger Games.
Nov 17, 2011Ah, sure, why not? I've always been a fan of The Hunger Games, and it will be a great exercise as a writer.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
District Number: One
Name: Guad Edell (following the theme of District One's names. Guad as in gaudy, which gold - a precious metal - is)
Weaknesses/Fears: (I decided to put these first, as they are quite important)
- Doesn't really like killing, almost pacifistic, but will fight if he is in danger.
- Physically weak. He doesn't know archery either, so he prefers to use a sword, if he could get one. Any attacks done by him should do two less damage than the dice say they do- meaning that if his attack rolls an eleven, instead of severing it would just cut.
- Extremely paranoid and distracted; although, given the nature of the games - deception, fooling, traps, and the like - it might not be such a bad thing at some times.
- Afraid of repetitive noises.
- Lean and nimble; good at running.
- Jumps higher than others, takes less damage from falls.
- Capable of snap decisions.
- Because another strength would make my character better than he's supposed to be, he "Plays well with others."
Career Tribute? Yes/No: No.
Biography: Ever since he was a boy, Gaud was weaker than the other kids. He wasn't good at throwing, or punching, or hammering... However, he had a better talent: agility. On the field he could beat anybody in a race, or a jumping contest. Gaud always despised careers; sure, they might be stronger than the rest, but voluntarily giving yourself a twenty three-in-one chance of living to be an adult?
But then he was reaped. Reaped. They actually used that word, despite all of the bad things it suggested. However, he didn't whine, didn't complain. He would win somehow; he just knew it. Sure, he might be weak, but he could always run. Run on, and on, and on. Can't kill what isn't there, can you?
Appearance: He's pretty thin for District One, about normal height for somebody his age. His hair is dark brown, and his eyes are hazel. His hair is usually messy, as he doesn't bother to comb it, ever.
Notes: I'm trying to have a weak but quick character here. His attacks don't do much damage, so he relies on hit-and-run. Besides, it makes him more interesting story-wise.
Sorry if I messed something up here, I might have missed something in your post.
Nov 15, 2011>Whack everything in the cell with the metal rod.Posted in: Forum Games
(metal rod taken)
You whack everything frantically with the metal rod. Sadly, you can't reach the cracked wall with your arm, and you can't stick it inside a wall either. Maybe if you could climb up something...?
>Pull the moss off the wall, and cover your fist with it. Pull the rod out of the wall, stick it to the magnet, climb on top, and start punching through the cracked wall. The moss should provide some protection, and any magnetic lock strong enough to keep you in is strong enough to keep you up.
The magnet appears to be small and bolted to the cell bars. You can't take it without a screwdriver, which isn't in this room.
Nov 15, 2011>describe cell herePosted in: Forum Games
You are on a thread page. Below you are the rules to the game. Below those rules is the "new post" box, where you can enter commands.
>cell is a text-based adventure (aka INTERACTIVE FICTION) that you can play by merely typing in a command with > at the beginning of it. (e.g >cook the nyan cat with the flint and steel). After enough commands have been entered (or a lot of time passes, whichever comes first), I will then post, using your commands to affect the situation. You all control a single person, who currently doesn't have a name (but that will change).
There are three rules:
1. Always start your command with >.
2. Make sure your commands make sense.
3. You can't manipulate anything except the main character. (e.g, you can't make the nyan cat walk north, but you can push the nyan cat to the north)
Understand? Then here we go! (ask any questions to me if you're confused)
You are in a cell. Green bricks pad the walls, and there are no other cells near you. You have no memory of what got you here, but your head sure does hurt a lot. There is only one thing you remember: there is this book called the "Tome" (not a tome, but the tome), and it is important for some reason.
To the north are the cell bars. The cell door is locked magnetically, and there seems to be no way out. The eastern wall has some cracks in it, but you can't reach up to it. The western wall is covered in holey moss (as opposed to holy moss, which is much different). To the side of you is a metal rod.
Nov 8, 2011I guess the redstone could be explained in that it can make some pretty powerful traps, so it takes longer to mine? I do agree, however, that it should probably be lowered a little or have the amount of dust per block increased.Posted in: Survival Mode
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