Staff Search #5

[Jasik]

Name: Jasik/Jack
Age: 14
Preferred Position: Preferably Moderator, but I wouldn't turn down the chance to be a Librarian.
Previous experience: I'm a Librarian/Gamemaker on HGO, I'm a mod on a Harry Potter RP, I used to be a mod on a Pokémon RP, and I was a Global Mod on one of Inno's sites until it died.
Why should we choose you? I have been here for a long time. During this glorious period, I've become friends with many of the members, vastly improved my writing ability, become more reasonable and fair, and have learned the ins and outs of being a part of this site.

Both others and myself can consider me to be a fairly fair (heh) person. I like to make things as balanced as possible so that everyone gets to enjoy themselves. I feel no love for rulebreakers and jerks, but that dislike is not to the point of developing a permanent feeling of hate for them.

The possibility of me becoming less active is almost unfathomable. Throughout the months that I've been RPing here, I have only become more devoted to this site, and even when the stress of my daily life became almost too great, I found the time to log in here and socialize with the wonderful members that inhabit this unbelievably terrific website.

Roleplay Sample:

Addy took off hurriedly for the Square at the mention of Comet, and Drynis stayed where he was, patiently awaiting her return. He paced a little to retain some body warmth and drew his old, worn jacket around him more tightly. A chilly breeze rustled his wild hair, unpleasantly freezing his nose. He quickly snatched the black bandana he always kept with him out of his pocket and tied it around his mouth and nose, concealing half of his face and keeping it a little warmer. In hindsight, it probably wouldn't have been a bad idea to wear it in the Square. At least, it would've repelled a bit of the stench. Oh, well. He couldn't change the past.

Addy returned quickly, mounted on a familiar gelding. It felt awkward looking up at her when he was used to being taller than her, but it was no matter. They weren't far from "his" house, anyway. He'd be on Raine soon enough. As if to confirm his silent plan, Addy said, "...I don't really remember its name. ...Sorry. But, are you bringing him too?"

Drynis looked up at her and smiled. "Raine. And yeah, he's not too far from here. We can pick him up on the way." They took off at a brisk trot, the movement helping to keep them warm. As they approached the turn that led to the street where Drynis's house was, he came to a sudden halt. Did he really want Addy to see what kind of place he lived in, or the people that he lived with? No. Of course he didn't. He didn't want her to meet the cruel monsters that had tossed him out on that rainy night a year ago. Shuffling his feet in embarassment, he said, "Um, Addy? Would you mind waiting here for a minute or two? I'll be right back with Raine." Without waiting for a reply, he shouldered past her horse and quickly strode down the street to his house.

Drynis's parents hadn't even cared enough to arrive to the Reaping at the same time as him. They'd come at the last second, dragging Angel along with them, and hung around on a side street. Chances are, they'd probably been crossing their fingers that their son would be reaped. The last thing Drynis wanted was to run into them, but unless he remained quiet and inconspicuous it'd be unavoidable. Employing the stealth that he was so used to, Drynis slipped between his house and their neighbor's, ducking under the kitchen window as he passed. Up ahead, in the house's backyard, was the stable where the horses were kept. Casting a bitter glance at the cot on the back porch -- despite the bitter cold, he'd been forced to sleep there as usual -- Drynis sprinted across the lawn, hoping beyond hope that his father wouldn't emerge from the house, enraged that his son hadn't been sent to his death. He quickly ducked into the stable, where he was actually welcomed.

Raine tossed his head, whinnying in greeting. Smiling, Drynis opened his stall door and let his horse trot out of the stable. As soon as the black stallion had exited the stable, Drynis shut the door to preserve heat. Although he despised his parents, the boy felt a little affection for his little sister. He didn't want her pony to get sick and make the little girl sad. It was kind of ironic that he'd care so much for her feelings, actually. If it hadn't been for her, his parents might actually take care of him, if not feel a little bit of love. But it wasn't her fault that she'd been born. No use in holding pointless grudges.

Drynis quickly mounted Raine bareback, stroking his neck affectionately before digging his heels into the horse's sides. They kept a brisk pace as they walked away from the house and down the street to where Drynis had left Addy. As soon as she was in sight, Raine whinnied a little and picked up the pace, as if he remembered her, too. "Sorry about that," Drynis said as they approached. "You ready to go?"

Other: This site has been great to me, so I want to return the favor as a staff member.

[Snakebird]

Name: Snakebird
Age: 13
Preferred Position: Librarian, but Moderator would be good.
Previous experience: I am a librarian on The Underland RPG and a gamemaker (helps plan the games) on Hunger Games Origins.
Why should we choose you? I am responsible and do not shirk responsibilities. I am able to make lists well and have organized data for surveys at school. My grammer is very good. If I dedicate myself to something I can accomplish it with no problem. I have large amounts of free time to do my hypothetical staff dutis. I have a good memory and am very organized. My post count does not show how often I am on this site. I tend to lurk without posting. If I am staff I will post more.

Roleplay Sample:
The sound of running footsteps echoed through the streets of District 5. Zahina was doing her job. The chemicals and instructions had to be delivered to the school. They were a gift from Lab 1 so the children could practice with their materials before they began working in the labs. She looked at her employer's directions again. “Deliver the chemicals and instructions to Mrs. Dreglen of the school building.” She muttered to herself. “Be careful because the materials are highly flammable.” Fire. No, it couldn't be. Why had she gotten the vials of flammable liquid. Everyone knew how terrified she was of fire. Was this some cruel practical joke? “No, it must be a mistake.” Zahina thought. “They wouldn't purposefully give me anything associated with fire.” She was scared. So she tried to escape by running. The buildings flashed by as ran through the streets.

The sun was breaking the horizon by the time she had reached the school. She opened the doors and walked inside. The walls were a bright yellow and seemed terribly out of place in this gloomy District. This building lost two of it's pupils a few days ago. It seemed that it had already recovered. The first, Hilderic Ekon, had been seen living on the streets for several weeks prior to the Reaping. She hadn't known him personally, but everyone had heard the rumors. The second, Alba Azubuike, had a tragic past. Everyone who had taken care of her had died. She had lived with her brother until she was Reaped and killed in the bloodbath. While she was thinking these things she came to the room of the package receiver, Mrs. Dreglen. “Ma'am can you please sign this paper?” Zahina inquired. As she took the package and signed the paper Zahina looked around. In a few hours these rooms would be full of children and she would be at the message center. The paper was handed back and she left to head back.

Stepping into one of the only parks in District 5 the amount of greenery shocked her. It made sense being a half-lab for the botanists residing in this corner. It was also a popular hangout for students and teens. Zahina glanced around for anyone her age. She spotted a girl sitting on a bench near the edge of the park. She looked like she was about to draw something. Then Zahina noticed the sun rising in the East. So the girl was going to draw the sunrise. Zahina was just going to sit down and watch. She walked over and sat down on the bench beside the girl.
Other:

[pikasoccer]

Name: Pika
Age: 14
Preferred Position: I've no preference :)
Previous experience: I've been the administrator of my own RPG, and coders on several different sites.
Why should we choose you? I am devoted to all of my RPGs, and I can communicate well with others. I'm very willing to spend the time to assist new members, and to help keep this site a better place. I can keep organized, and devote myself to something if I put my mind to it. I love to help people, and would be willing to do pretty much anything for this site. I love it here, it's like my second home. I get along with everyone here.

Roleplay Sample:

To see you when I wake up,
is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same,
as I do, is a three-fold Utopian dream
You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line, If I said
I miss you.

Time heals all wounds. Right. No, that's not always the case. The days that followed Eva's death were horrific, and I never wanted to relive them again. Along with the help of my father, I had to hold a service for Eva. No way we could afford a proper funeral. What ended up happening was a few family members and friends gathered together to remember the short life of Evangelic Park-Ryder. We wrapped her up in her favorite blankets, lightly placed her in her makeshift grave, and decorated the empty space with her toys. At that point, I couldn't handle it anymore. I ran out of the clearing where the Seam buried their dead, past Soren's house, past the bakery, past.... the alley.

The alley.

I know, in my mind, heart, and soul, that the worst thing I could do would be to return to the alley. The alley where Soren was stabbed. The alley where I saw my daughter's life abruptly end.

And I knew I had to go back.

I cautiously, ever so slowly, eased my way into the dark, foreboding alley. Water slimed down the brick walls, and grime coated the concrete. The emotions were just too much. I could not go on. My heart had been ripped out, torn into millions of pieces, and scattered around the earth, never to be put back together again. Nobody, and I mean nobody, knows what I was going through.

I could not go on.

I slinked back onto the repulsively dirty wall, and dropped to the floor. I felt the damp concrete slip through my pants, and I knew that my bottom was now soaked. Pity if somebody found me in this state, exhausted, desolate, and an emotional wreck.

I could not go on.

Nose running and eyes red and puffy from my salty, too-many-times-spilled tears, I eventually look back up towards the entrance of the alley. Empty, like it should be. Nobody comes back here. I don't even know why it exists. But why did I look up? I knew nobody was going to be here. So, did I expect somebody to walk towards me, sweep me into their arms, and make me believe everything was going to be okay? No. Of course I didn't. Because the one person who could do that for me, is gone from my life. He let all this misery happen. He made me know that I could not go on without either of them. And now they are both gone.

I could not go on.
I could not go on.

I know what I had to do.

Not caring that my pants were soaked, I sprinted back to my house. Dad was at work. Perfect.

I ran to the medicine cabinet. And pulled out the bottle. And opened it. And emptied the thing. Into my mouth.

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I am awakened from my welcomed slumber by the loud commotion of several people. What? Am I dead? No. I'm not dead. I'm perfectly alive.

I manage to open up my eyes. I'm in a hospital. What?! This is not what I wanted. I do a full sweep of the room. And I see a gurney adjacent to mine. The privacy blinds are wrapped around it, but there's no mistaking the form of the person on top of it. Not when you've known them your whole life. Been through so much together.

Soren Ryder.

The several people I had heard were surrounding Soren's bed, paying no attention to me. What the hell is going on? Being my stupid self, I cry out.

"SOREN!"

[sbeeg]

Name: GreenBeads
Age: 15
Preferred Position: No Preference
Previous experience: Nope
Why should we choose you?
Because this is the third staff search I've applied for and, as they say, third time's the charm?

Well that and I know some HTML, my way around the site and the best way to get a grape juice stain out of purple carpet.

Roleplay Sample: Capitol thread with Ray

Gwen Halls

Gwen winced as the master belittled herself. She didn't want her talking this way, like she carried what she said to an Avox. She wanted... she wanted... Gwen didn't exactly know what she wanted anymore.

The Avox tilted her head down, examining her own fingernails. Plain, chipped, never seen the tender touch of care. She twirled her fingers up into the folds of her pale tunic, hiding her nails from her sight.

The master said something about being finished with the nail polish but Gwen didn't raise her gaze, they stayed directed at her Avox, white shoes. Shoes that became splattered with tiny beads of red.

Gwen's head shot up in alarm to discover the polish bag had dumped its contents all over the nice clean, Capitol floor. Yellow smeared across the carpet like the sun at noon and a pale purple color dotted it like small flowers ready to bloom. The red had landed near the Avox and had gotten a little bit of its substance on her uniform.

The master got up but Gwen wasn't really paying attention. She stayed frozen, staring at the floor.

A blinding light was suddenly on Gwen's eyes, blinding her and forcing the girl to blink a few times to remove the dark dots that were sprinkled across her vision.
"No!" Gwen screamed, pulling against the thick hands that were holding her down. Something was placed over her mouth and almost immediately her brain went fuzzy, blending all her thoughts into one vast pot of slow moving stew.
A figure held up some silver object that reflected the heavy light. Gwen blinked slowly, when her eyes fully opened again the figure had placed the instrument into her mouth. She couldn't feel it put she knew it was there. Suddenly the silhouette pulled back bringing the item back into Gwen's line of vision.
Red. It ran down the object and dripped onto Gwen's chin.


No She mouthed. No...

Other:
Let's face it, if you wanted me as staff you would have picked me already. I'm kinda of like answer choice C on a question that you have no idea on. I'm always there, always a good choice to go with, but ultimately there is probably a better choice out there that you will want more. Then of course there's the circumstance when you know exactly what you want and go for it without giving C a second glance.
But, if there is that chance that you are hesitant on your test and your stuck on question 5 with a time limit ticking away. I'll be there for you. I'll always be there for you.

[cameron]

Name:

Cameron, but my username is swinubble.

Age:

15.

Preferred Position:

No preference.

Previous experience:

• Global Moderator on Paperback Writers.
  
• Global Moderator on Hunger Games Origins.
  
• Moderator on The Pokemon Tower Forums for about two days xD Just a filler mod.
  
• Mod on an old Final Fantasy site that died early this summer.
  

Why should we choose you?

There are several traits I possess that would qualify me for a staff position on this website. For starters, I am almost always online—and that means I am almost always on here. This site holds the first two positions of my "most visited" websites on Google Chrome, which should tell you that I am usually on here if online. You can typically find me talking on the cbox. I don't particularly enjoy arguments, and—when one arises—I either poof for a while or try to end the dispute.

Another trait I possess is organization. My bookbag used to be a mess, and papers would always fly from every notebook when I unzipped my bag; now, however, my bookbag is neat and I can find all my assignments without having to ask the teach to "hold on a second." I keep lists of what all I need to do in a day, and I prioritize that list so I always do the most important thing first. I would pass this trait on to any staff duties I was assigned.

I am also a very trustworthy person, and I am very capable of keeping secrets for extended periods of time. This isn't that huge of a thing, but it's beneficial in keeping the Games information private.

Roleplay Sample:

Oct 25, 2010 12:53:50 GMT -5 cameron said:

Luyu Nimmons

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It was a shoe that interrupted her mighty roar atop the Corncuopia – not a vicious, angry muttation or an erupting volcano spewing molten lava onto her body, but … a shoe. One would assume that, when a shoe is launched at you from the sky and breaks a bone within your leg, you would be filled with madness; but this, however, was not the case for a certain Luyu Orphelia Nimmons. In fact, this caused the maniacal Tribute to act calm – of all things – in the direst of situations.

Breathe in; breathe out. Habitual breath regulation was not a usual or casual occurrence for the girl from the third District. The flow of oxygen kept steadily pacing itself throughout her lungs and blood, and Luyu slid down onto her rear end without pressuring her broken leg. Breathe in; breathe out. Had she ever attempted to regulate her breath pattern before? She doubted it, honestly; why on earth would the crazed child ever attempt in any way to be tranquil? So, why was she now?

Unable to answer this question, the girl slid down the Great Horn and, using her arms of little strength in comparison to her mighty legs, she held herself up enough so that the leg that had been injured in the shoestorm wouldn’t be pained. Reaching the ground, she hobbled over to where the other two stood, analyzing the two and checking their injuries.

Since entering the Arena, Luyu had slowly but surely become slightly more observant in nature, whereas before volunteering she had never paid any attention to detail whatsoever. What had caused her to be this way was lost to her, though, as she still felt the same as she always had in the lifetime that the District Three girl remembered. That, however, wasn’t say all too much when the Tribute could only remember a fraction of her years, the rest being rid from her memory in the years past. There was only one moment from before her time in the loony bin that the child remembered, and she hadn’t even extracted that from her mind until the prior day during the attack on the horsies.

Hiccup.

Next thing Luyu knew, it was dark and the Anthem was playing in the night sky. According to the Capital’s display, there were only eight others left to be killed before the girl could return to her home District. But, she had yet to answer her own personal question that she dared not speak aloud: Did she truly want to go back? What was there for her after her re-arrival? Sure, her family was still there— but she hadn’t cared about her family in several years; they were the least of her worries. What worried her was the fact that the boy in the alliance still hadn’t voiced anything to her that she recalled, and the girl seemed crazy for lemons. Luyu realized then that she was stuck fighting for her life with a bunch of crazies, and there was no other way to put it. At least Mercury was out of the way, making it an alliance with one less crazy than the day before.

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Wait, the Tribute’s mind interrupted her thoughts,[/color] what if they think I’m crazy, too? What if the Capital laughs at me every time I make a move on their screen? What if they find me humorous? Honestly, she hadn’t the slightest idea where these logical thoughts had come from or why they had presented themselves to her then; but one thing she did know was that it all made sense to her. Luyu Orphelia Nimmons was completely bonkers, cracked, bats in the belfry, demented, delirious, deranged. She was all of the things the children back in the District used to call her from her bedroom window. “Loony Luyu,” they used to say.

Loony Luyu indeed.

Her mind began to spin around, doing double-backflips and handstands and all kinds of motions forcing it to be in a twisted mess. She was muttering ”Loony Luyu” vocally now, over and over again. Her body jerked to the right, then to the left, and then all was silent and still.

The Anthem had ended, and just as It had a large shadow had passed over the grass before her, startling her out of her crazed daze and into a slight reality. Grabbing her broadsword, she charged forward and swung the weapon madly in the direction of the unidentified flying object; but her leg gave out where the shoe had struck it, and onto the ground she went. Her eyes slammed shut as she hit the grass, and she tried her hardest to imagine the happy place the doctor’s used to frequently force her to find.

A cobbler’s shop is where her mind took her. Shoes were everywhere, scattered throughout on the different shelves and display cases. A man, eerily similar to Luyu in appearance, stepped out from behind a case and strolled over to her. ”Why, hello there, little girl,” the man said to her as he walked up to her. The man bent down to get on head-height with Luyu, and she realized then that she had shrank since the last time she had looked at herself. Never had she been this much shorter than anyone. Still, the shrunken Tribute looked up to the lanky man and instinctively tugged on the tail of his shirt.

”Daddy, daddy! I need some new shoes!”

”Of course, sweetheart,” he said with a smile on his face, turning to walk towards the small girls’ shoe section.

And with a burst of bright light Luyu was awakened from her memory, still unaware of what it actually was, and saw the shoes all around her spontaneously ignite together. The sight, awe-inspiring in itself, forced the Tribute off her stomach and onto her feet. Twirling around despite her broken leg, she took in the miraculous, magnificent sight of the fire all around her. The memory of her father was pushed far back into the depths of her manic mind, and her oceanic eyes followed the sparks around in amazement.

Just like that, the fire was all gone and rubber ash remain was left in its place. Luyu was still revolving when the fire dissipated, and she immediately collapsed to the ground in anger. She wanted that fire so much; why did it have to go?

Pain then shot through her leg, as she had fallen onto it when the flames had died. Clutching it in her hand, she dragged her body back towards the Horn where her items all rested. Reaching the Cornucopia, she went through her satchel and pulled out the pair of grey socks, an arrow, and rope. Placing the arrow against her injury and using the grey socks to bandage her broken femur, she tied the rope around so that the socks—and her bone—would remain in place. It was a makeshift splint, of sorts, that had just seemed like the natural thing to do. After that, the girl collapsed into a deep slumber.

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As soon as the sun way up, so was Luyu Nimmons. Her satchel ready and lighter than the previous day thanks to the makeshift splint she now wore on her upper right leg, Luyu swung it over her shoulder and attempted to skip away from the Cornucopia. Hopefully, the other two would hear her awkward attempts at galloping and follow her.

The girls’ right leg dragged for the most part, but she was still mostly capable of making it without falling. Eventually, she reached an area of the Arena that was covered in patches of grain—tall grains, short grains, colored grains, dull grains—and nothing else. All she could see for a fair distance was grain. And her first thought upon noticing the grain, of course, was fire.

Hiccup.

She no longer cackled when she came into contact with fire, but her heart did skip a beat and her brain melted for a few moments. Striking the flint and igniting the cat’o’nine tails she had taken from Ocean Jones, the Tribute pranced around the field as much as a girl with a broken leg could prance around, whipping patches of grain and setting them instantly on fire. Her mind was jelly while she did so, and she probably could have gone on all day if there had not have been that sleeping Tribute laying before her. Of course, Luyu was too caught up in the fire to notice the being, and when she passed over him her foot—the good one, luckily—caught onto his body and knocked her over him.

Shock bolted through her; Luyu was genuinely scared of the Tribute. Where had he come from? Why was he laying in the grain? That couldn’t be too safe. Maybe he was dead, and the canon just hadn’t gone off yet? It was possible. Or was it? Luyu didn’t know. She hadn’t been much for detail until two days ago or so. On that note, though, the Tribute’s face seemed to not make the prettiest shape in the world. Most Tributes, because we all pick sexy FCs for some reason, were fairly good looking; however, this was not the case for the sleeping/dead Tribute before her.

Maybe if she just…burned his face right off, maybe then he’d be better looking? Maybe. So, of course, Luyu attempted to do so. She leaned forward and brought the flaming cat’o’nine tails up to the boy’s dirty face, but right before contact was made his eyes flashed open and he rolled away from the weapon. She had clearly frightened him—what person other than Luyu, but that doesn’t count wouldn’t be scared when waking up to fire in their face? But, Luyu was all too oblivious to the fact that he was scared, and decided to pay more attention to the boy’s appearance. It was so peculiar. His tanned skin, dark, messy hair, and baggy dull eyes but no real connection with her, whereas Ember’s blonde locks and Mercury’s exquisite nails had appealed to her. The Tribute walked around the boy in close circles, inspecting his body up and down for any sort of distinction that made him stand out; but, no, there was nothing. He was just there, almost as if he hadn’t a purpose.

Getting closer and closer still, the manic girl scanned the Tribute with her oceanic orbs over and over, offering her odd gaze as some sort of strange salutations. Her face reached his, and she stayed with her face in front of his for a good five seconds, observing and making mental notes on the strangeness of the boy’s general features. Bland. He was bland.

It was engaging.

Still, she leaned forward once more and pressed her nose on his, inhaling greatly. Much to her surprise, even his smell was lackluster, just having a slight stench—but a very commonplace, unimportant one at that. This Tribute was abnormal for the mere fact that he was normal. Luyu had no other way to put it, really. Keeping her face centimeters away from his, she stared him in the dull eyes of the boy, waiting.
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And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

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Other:

If selected for a position of staff, I will always do the best to my ability and assist wherever assistance is needed. I have a decent knowledge of coding which could come in handy.

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[Hayley]

Name: Hayley
Age: 12, will be 13 on Friday
Preferred Position: Moderator would be great because its doable from a phone, but Librarian would be awesome, too
Previous experience: I'm the welcoming committee on Damen's site Fight For Flight
Why should we choose you?
The first reason would be, well, because I'm Hayley. Second, I am slightly obsessive. I am really good at keeping small spaces such as desks, lockers, or websites tidy. Big spaces--not so much. For some reason, I'm compulsive over grammatical and spelling errors. They just make me tick. In short, I could be described as borderline OCD.

Next, I will be extending my technology knowledge even more. This December, I'll be learnin how to do the basics with Photoshop Elements 9. I am also fluent with Word, Powerpoint, Excel, Safari, and most Apple programs. I have no knowledge of html. Here, when I code posts, it's usually basic: colors, size 1, justify, center, etc. I may not code the first time around, but I get to it eventually.

Last paragraph, I promise :). There's a reason why I'm the Welcoming Committee on Fight For Flight. I'm a people person. I mean, sometimes I come of as "mean" but in reality its just sarcasm. Sometimes people think I'm mean just for being calm and rational when they're freaking out. I have my 12-year-old moments sometimes, but they pass quickly. I'm actually very mature for my age (just check my RPing). Long RP posts are not reaply my forte; Ican be long and detailed if I absolutely have to, but bluntness and brevity is my game.

Roleplay Sample:

Oct 26, 2010 16:45:26 GMT -5 Hayley said:

~Hayley Fhuze

Cold is all I feel. Cold feet, cold arms, cold heart. The heart frozen by the stupidity of one person. Leave. Thats the only though running through my head. I climb out of the bed and cross the room to the wide window, taller than myself. A soft breeze flows through the room as I lift the window open.  My long brown hair flows out of my face, unusual for me. I almost step out, but realize my clothing: a sleeveless shirt and short shorts. I cross back to the drawer on the other side of the room to throw on a white tank top and knee length black athletic shorts. The window is promising escape once more and I hop out the second story window only to land in the slowly browning shrubs. 

Now where should I go?  My hand reaches to my pocket, where a black wristband appears. Zayne. That's the bracelet he gave me a monh before the accident. I slip the soft cloth onto my erist and smell his scent: vanilla and strawberries. Odd smells for a guy, but nontheless him. My legs begin moving towards the docks. Of course thats where I would be heading. 

As I approach the wooden cliffs that overlook the water, more commonly known as docks. A boy is there. Great, someone to disturb my peace. May as well have some company while I can. He could be gone tomorrow. I set myself on the edge of the dock, feet dangling oer the edge into the water, sitting next to him. 

"Issues. Im guessing you have them too? Thats a stupid question, I know. Everybody has issues. But what issues would make you sneak out of a warm house at night to hang out at one of my favorite hiding places? In plain sight." My mouth forms a slight smile as I stare into his face. [\center]

Other: Okay, so I know that whole why-should-we-pick-you part sounded like I was sucking up, but just disregard that thought. I'm usually on here 5+ hours a day, so I know the people really well. I know a bunch of people are way more qualified than I am, but I'm perfectly competent and would do the job to the best of my extent. Even if I'm not picked...that's fine, too. [/color][/size]

[Penny Cromwell]

Name: Penny
Age: 19 years old - 20 come the 17th of December =)
Preferred Position: Moderator
Previous experience: I have 7 years of rpg experience and over five years of running sites. I have been head admin/leader of over a half dozen sites. I have also held positions of moderator/co admin to a dozen or so sites and I currently am second in command of a Star Trek Fleet that runs/houses 10 rpgs one of which I command on my own.

Current Fleet I am second in charge of/links:
Seventh Fleet Main Site
Seventh Fleet Main Forum
Starbase Seven Main Site
Starbase Seven Main Forum

Links to Sites I have created:
Pulse
A Twist Of Night
I Can Defy Gravity
USS Pathfinder
Deja Vu


Adds for sites I have created/have run:
Your Wish Is My Command
A Twist Of Night
Pulse
Deja Vu

There are lots more but those are a few of the ones I've created/been in charge of that I could find links for =)

Why should we choose you?

I'm brand spanking new and love what you guys have managed to put together here. The complexities of what you have created astound me and I couldn't even think about joining or creating a HG rp of my own after seeing this site! As to why you should choose me?! Well I have been in the role playing environment and world for a good seven or so years and have in the past couple years always running or creating my own sites. I like having a certain control over getting things done and not having to wait for someone else to do something a member is in desperate needs of. I'm extremely passionate about sites I join and I usually will spend more time on them then I probably should lol! With this site I find myself awkwardly wanting to help out or do something when I come on. I've been having a lot of free time on my hands and when the Holidays start hitting I usually am online more than everyone else is =) My online schedule doesn't usually change much until the summer time when I'm naturally online usually all night/early in the mornings.

I have created and been staff on both proboard and invisionfree websites. I know how to code, I know how to advertise, I know how to review applications, I know how to moderate, I know how to help give plot ideas and run storylines, I am very creative when it comes to boosting activity and I won't let you down! Right now the site I run - the Star Trek site - the average amount of members for a site like ours in the Star Trek Simming community is 6 members: We have 17! I'm a go getter and try to do things to the best of my ability making a site as enjoyable as it can be.

Roleplay Sample:

This was my first post for this site =)

With folded hands the hooded girl sat quietly relaxing into the blood-red leather of the booth. Coldness crept up her fingertips from the surface of the smoothed out wooden table that held a small glass of lime flavored mineral water. The body of the straw was buried beneath the bubbles surrounded by walls of frozen blocks of ice it's bent opening leaning just over the rim of the clear glass. Penny's eyes weren't focused on her drink though, no nothing so beautiful as that, they were focused on the large screens that littered the make-shift dinner. This was after all just a small extension of the Games Square and yet she could only bring herself this far in, to the outer edge closest to the water. Even now she wished for her food so that she could rise to her feet and leave. She wasn't thinking when she came in here, how stupid could she be - of course they would be airing the games.

The months leading up to the games she had eaten here every Friday like clockwork but now that the games had begun this had been her first time back... in... She looked around and thought for a moment trying to remember. A daze drifted over her as if forgetting was better than remembering but the number couldn't stay hidden. It had only been three Fridays ago. Why did it feel so long? Her chest started to heave out and back in as her breathing sped up and her folded hands clenched together as if trying to relax her from what she was seeing on the television sets. That is why it had felt so long. She is why. 'Krista.' Closing her eyes she fought back tears as her best friends memory drifted across her eyelids only causing her more pain. A girl on the screen no older than 14 had just been pronounced dead... to cheers... cheers...

Penny turned her head toward the wall rubbed her darkening face against her sleeve just in time to prepare herself for the old waitress's patriotic smile. "Some Games isn't it." She said a little too cheerfully. Penny bit back the words she was really thinking. 'How would you know you are old enough to be too old to compete in the first Hunger Games.' She frowned not saying a word, her eyes drifting to the plate the woman held in her boney fingers. "Here's your meal." And with that the old hag set the plate on the table and walked back away to where they had several larger screens televising the events.

Her name was Georgina Herendaul daughter of supposedly the mayor of District Four. 'Some hundred years ago no doubt or something.' Penny thought coldly as she forked one of the french fries on her plate and drowned it in a cup of ketchup. Sighing at her inner outburst she lifted the golden salty morsel from its ketchup blood bath and pressed it to her lips savoring the taste. Somehow that caused a smile to come over her cracked pink lips as she blotted out the scenery around her and started to fork two and then three at a time. That was all she ordered - a plate of french fries, a cup of ketchup and a small glass of mineral water. She liked to treat herself to lunch at least a couple times a week so conserving what she bought when she did buy something went a long way. Plus, for some ungodly reason it came with a pickle on the side - a long green seedy pickle. Which... she dipped in ketchup as well and breathed out a delicious sound of something just hitting the spot.

She didn't even notice when they flashed a video of the last tribute getting killed, no, she would not watch that - at least not alone. She was alone here, sure there was a half dozen people seated sporadically around the place, another couple waitresses talking up a half dozen others who had gathered across the dinner in front of the larger screens, but no one here could she rely upon. Sipping up the remainders of her icy mineral water she looked around the room for a familiar face but none arrived all she could focus on was the group of loud men flirting with the waitress while enjoying... the show. She scowled and wondered why they weren't in one of the other places in the square surely the main complex offered a better viewing experience.

Baffled by their enjoyment she awkwardly leaned back into the leather cushion that held into the back of the wooden bench and lightly tapped her thumbs on her jean covered thighs waiting for the woman to come back over so that she could leave. But the women was preoccupied and as one minute turned into three Penny couldn't help but drift her eyes upward to the small television screen nearest to her. There were four men on the screen in a news room type setting debating the odds... the odds of who wouldn't survive the day.

The temptation was their, it was a sport to them, they were betting on human lives. Looking as they passed along the remaining Tributes scores, their injuries, what weapons and gear they have... Penny blinked and leaned forward as she started to pay attention. "What?" She whispered to herself. They were placing Takeba Suzumi as one of the top contenders. Now it started to make sense, why they were so obsessed over by the large screen, why maybe the other viewing areas could be full or at least crowded. She couldn't feel bad now only bad at how she was feeling toward everyone else earlier - crazy nutshell logic.

Placing her hand to her cheek she rested her elbow upon the table and started to listen for a little while, while waiting for the waitress to return to her table with a bill. Maybe District Four would finally have another winner.'Considered the least successful career District, ugh as if it can even be considered one, it was surprising that she was still alive. A good surprise.' Maybe she would have a reason to pay attention to the games this year.

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credit; credit to CLAIRE BEAR ?! via caution two point oh

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[Gorim]

Name: Gorim/ Chloe
Age: 16
Preferred Position: Moderator. I think we've all seen enough of Librarian Gorim....
Previous experience: Well, I was a Librarian here before, but inactivity got me fired. However, inactivity isn't going to be a problem this time, I assure you.
Why should we choose you? Well, after NaNoWriMo I'll have tons of free time. I find member interaction very interesting. I don't get angry easily, so I won't freak out on anyone, and I make a fairly good mediator while not quailing from smacking down people who act like doofuses.

And I love you all.

Roleplay Sample:

My foolish attempt at revenge has ended... predictably.

Idiot, I think, swaying slightly on my feet, my knife held loosely in my hand. No one's death is worth this.

My sight begins to darken, my breaths become short and weak and difficult. My failing sight fixes on a puddle of blood; mine or Gerrard's, or Hermione's?

Damn... I think vaguely. Will's alone now.

But Will's not the only one who's alone now.

Several faces make their way feebly into my brain. Allen, Luxa, Tabitha, my mother. For some reason, my father doesn't make it. Neither does Dimitri or Sarah.

Allen, Luxa, Tabitha...

Enter memories, sweet and sour.

Me, Allen and Luxa babysitting in the library daycare center.

Dimitri cutting off Allen's arm and stabbing me in the chest; it still hurts a bit, but then, so does everything right now...

Watching my mother teach Allen how to play the piano; I'm completely tone deaf, but he picks it up instantly.

I realize that I wasted my life. There's too few happy memories. I spent all my time training for this, and it didn't help. I'm still dead, and Allen's still alone... Or is it Will that's alone now? I can hardly remember...

Dying isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It's slow, but after awhile, the pain leaves and you feel like you're floating.

I'm still standing though. That's something for the record books.

I feel my knife slip out of my nerveless fingers, and feel an odd, out of place surge of respect and pity for the tributes surrounding me. The ones that came in together and fought together, but are still entirely willing to backstab each other, should the need arise.

The person who killed me, and Hermione, and Gerrard. She's a murderer, but hardly willingly. She's better than me, and I respect that.

Everything gets a bit dreamy, a bit whimsical, and I hope that Dimitri doesn't bug Allen too much now that I'm gone.

I hope Will wins, but in a darker corner of my mind, I hope that Takeba does. She didn't run, after all. She's obviously capable.

Besides, I'd feel better if I didn't die to a loser...

I fall, but I'm not sure whether I fall in my mind or in real life.

Dying, I realize, is quicker and easier than falling asleep.

Will is dead, and you all really suck. Good day

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