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Raeoki really likes pineapples
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My dear, you are quite beautiful!

Sliced Arms + No Cigars [Dee and Annamarie) Apr 19, 2011 22:42:08 GMT -5

Post by Raeoki really likes pineapples on Apr 19, 2011 22:42:08 GMT -5

"Raeoki" Cotwright ftw!

Well, District 11 wouldn't have a victor this year. The last tribute from the agricultural District had been killed by the District 3 girl, leaving only two tributes left. Raeoki wouldn't be surprised if the Capitol forced them together tomorrow for the finale.

Having filled her daily quota of Hunger Games-watching, as all good Panemites are supposed to do, Raeoki hurried out of her house and into the scorching heat.

Raeoki was also pleased to find that warmth had finally returned to District 11. Sure, the Districts in the north would say that it never left, but for Eleven's residences winter was full of chills and snow that should've came and never did. A good time for her grandparents, who had grown ill a few weeks short of Raeoki's fourteenth birthday. Raeoki's shoulders slumped as she remembered their hacking coughs. She had already lost her parents to some thief who thought that they were easy pickings. Now Raeoki could be forced into some orphanage or whatever because she didn't have the money to get medicine.

Obviously, luck was not hereditary in the Cotwright family.

But, Raeoki knew things could be worse as she saw a crippled girl out the corner of her eye. Frowning deeply, Raeoki turned her head to watch the cripple, continuing to move through the streets. Poor guy...I wonder if she was born like that or something happened.

Almost instantly, Raeoki slammed into something, or something slammed into her. Raeoki let out a yelp as she fell flat on her face.

There was a pain in her right leg. Slightly confused, Raeoki rolled onto her back and lifted a pants leg.

Blood was flowing from a gash in her leg, flowing down the shin and already being soaked up by a sock. There was her hatchet - something she liked to carry along due to paranoia caused by a parent-killing incident - its blade splashed with a red liquid. Remembering that Peacekeepers most likely wouldn't approve of a hatchet-carrying girl that wasn't afraid to use it, Raeoki swiftly pulled the leg down.

She looked up at the two girl with frightened brown eyes, as if to say; "This is the day I die, isn't it?"

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(ooc: Post sum up...She sees Anna's character, is all like "Poor crippled kid!! D:", bumps into Dee's character, and gets cut by her war trophy.

And yes, Raeoki knows Dawn's a girl, not a guy. xD The sick grandparents is just a mini-plot I thought of when I came back onto THG-RPG. I always meant to post it, but I forgot about till just know.)

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Sliced Arms + No Cigars [Dee and Annamarie) Apr 20, 2011 16:33:09 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Apr 20, 2011 16:33:09 GMT -5

((Will format later))
Arianna--

It could hardly be considered her fault if she had merely just been standing there and the other person walked into her, right? Arianna looked around to see if anyone had noticed her and was met with a ghastly sight.

Why was it when she was just minding her own business that everything bad happened to her? Actually, everything bad seemed to happen to her no matter if she was minding her own business or not. It was her time off from working in the orchards. Her face felt slightly burnt by the strong sun, and her wispy long hairs were sticking to the back of her neck as the humidity came back to District 11. She never liked the humidity, but she never made the effort to do anything about it. It wasn’t like there was much she and her sister could do. Even with Annora’s new way of producing money, Arianna refused to take any part in, most particularly in spending it.

She had taken her time getting home, knowing that her sister probably had other things she needed to take care of before she ran out into the night like she usually did. The two of them never spoke about it, and Arianna never wanted to bring it up. She had snuck out once to see how her sister could be doing so well with just a simple job at the orchards; what she saw was enough to keep her mouth shut…as if it wasn’t already. But from that day on, she pretended she never saw anything, just like how she pretended that her childhood never happened. It didn’t mean she could run away from it, but she had shielded it away from her daily thoughts, just like any naïve child would have done.

Then some blasted person decided to run into her. Arianna had fallen to the ground, and with a fist, she pounded out her dissatisfaction and pain. Who did that person think she was, running into people and not paying attention to what was in front of her? And to think that Arianna had little to no manners. But when she saw the blood running down the girl’s leg, all she could do was stammer inwardly. Her movements grew quirky as she moved her hands around, trying to get help but not at the same time. She disliked the idea of drawing unwanted attention, but there was very little that she could do otherwise.

But when that girl asked her if that was the day she was going to die, everything stopped. Arianna stared at the girl incredulously. Was it really so bad that she thought she was going to die? Arianna knew that with the proper treatment and cover story, the girl could be fixed up quickly. Of course, if she was going to be so pessimistic about a gash from a hatchet she wasn’t even supposed to have, Arianna figured that there probably was not much she could do. She shook her head at the girl on the ground, trying to answer her question. It was difficult when she couldn’t say things, but there was not much more that she needed to say that her own body could not already communicate.

^credit to Shrimp

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Sliced Arms + No Cigars [Dee and Annamarie) May 22, 2011 18:16:46 GMT -5

Post by annamarie on May 22, 2011 18:16:46 GMT -5

Dawn Telle

The midday sun beamed down on Dawn Telle's face as she hobbled along on her crutches, threatening to scorch her fair skin to a fiery red if she did not go indoors soon. This weather was making her pale blond hair an even lighter shade, if that was at all possible, but she didn't particularly care. The sixteen-year-old had never been one for carrying too much about physical appearances. Her mangled leg had seen to that - she was too busy minding the pain and, well, generally being depressed about the whole thing to pay much attention to what she looked like.

Today's passage was made slightly easier by a strange contraption the doctors had strapped onto her crippled leg. Because Dawn lived in one of the lowest districts, the metal device they called a "leg brace" had probably been available in District 5, even, for some time. It consisted of two metal rods running down the back of her right leg, one on her thigh and one on her calf, strapped on with leather strips that buckled at the front. It straightened her leg to an extent and allowed her to walk without crutches, but the limb was still shorter than the other Dawn still encountered minor pain with every step. But it was better than the wheelchair she occasionally had to use.

The girl had nothing to do today, as usual, and did what she usually did: observed. Her subjects of the day were two girls around her age who happened to be walking past. She watched as one of them ran into the other, causing them both to fall to the ground. The first proceeded to roll up one pant leg, discovering blood spilling out of a gash wound. Well, that's what she got for carrying around a hatchet, of all things. How did she even get that past the Peacekeepers? Of course, she could have it for use in self defence... but who would be attacking someone in District Eleven?

Suddenly something registered in Dawn's mind. Blood. The front of this girl's leg was now covered with it, with more seeping out every second. The sticky red substance that seemed to bring life but death at the same time... the only message that was now being transmitted through her brain was the primal instinct to run, but yet she couldn't. Her body was rooted to the spot, her feet like cement. Her legs, even the one supported by the brace, buckled at the knees, and Dawn could feel her slow descent to the ground begin. All of the blood was running to her feet, making her face even paler and causing her to become lightheaded.

Although she could've sworn she had been standing straight mere seconds before, Dawn suddenly found herself on the ground on all fours, her knees chafing on the gravely pavement and her head hanging between her arms. With a gasp, her arms gave way and she was sprawled completely on the grass and street, her right leg in a position made uncomfortable by the brace. Dawn began the struggle to her feet, but flopped back down when the brace and the weakness in that leg made it impossible. She thought about asking the girls to help, but their situation seemed more important and immediate than hers. Although she didn't quite understand why the first girl thought she was going to die...[/color]