Staff Search #7

[apocalypse]

Name: Danny
Age: Eleven
Previous experience: I'm an Admin on two sites; one of which is sort of dead.
Why should we choose you?: I don't actually have a full list - but I can say that I'm pretty active, committed, and I don't procrastinate sometimes. I'm not good with some HTML, but I'm comfortable with most of it.

Roleplay Sample:

Apr 22, 2011 21:08:30 GMT -5 @apocalypse said:

Nyklus Moalkis
FF1800 - Main

He woke up rather tired. His arm still in aching pain, but nothing too bad. Although Nyklus wasn't very smart, he knew an arm can't heal over-night, and arm can't even heal in a week. But he could definitely tell his arm was getting better. Getting out of bed is an easy task, but getting out with only one arm isn't very simple. It actually takes effort, and it might have taken him a good two minutes, as not only did he have a broken arm, he was also still half asleep. As he walked downstairs for breakfast, his parents were already gone, but he did have a blueberry muffin waiting for him. Nyklus felt happy, there was a muffin waiting for him, a sweet, delicious breakfast that he could devour in mere seconds. As Nyklus picked the food up [with his non-broken arm (of course)] the warmth of the muffin radiated, and made Nyklus' palm warm. He loved that feeling, it was like he just stepped into the tropical sun. The heat didn't stop as it entered his throat, the taste of a fruit and the warmth of the muffin was a great mixture, and it really brightened Nyklus' mind. He burped, and was slightly embarrassed with himself, even though no one else was around. He started blushing, then found himself acting silly and dumb, Why should I be embarrassed when no one else is around? Nyklus was often confusing himself, and other people. The mixed-up boy wasn't exactly smart, which just led to more confusion. At least his burp refreshed the taste of the blueberry muffin, it was like the muffin was trapped inside that burp, and letting it out let the scent, and taste, of the muffin escape.
Although the muffin was great company to the boy with his arm in a sling, he decided the outdoors could be a great friend, too. But Nyklus really didn't expect for the sun to be beating down so hard, in that case, Nyklus was actually thinking of going back inside. Hesitation wasn't always a bad thing. If you think about it, hesitating makes you normal - it means you actually thought about your choices [whether there's two or four-hundred], it means that you know the pros and cons of each choice. When Nyklus hesitated, it was fine. He had simply chose to go outside, maybe his skin would get a tan, or at least get a bit colored. He had to use his other arm to block the sun. Nyklus wasn't going to waste his time to go get an umbrella or visor, as he thought they were corny and somewhat useless. Actually, the umbrella would slow him down, and the visor would just make him sweat more. Hesitation didn't happen while he was thinking about those simply-bad ideas.
There really wasn't much places for Nyklus to go, as a broken arm meant he couldn't really Train, which he would be doing already. He could go into the garbage cans and find some colored-paper, but that would make people stare at him. Although Nyklus wasn't a shy person, he didn't like attraction attention in strange scenarios. The only reasonable thing to do was to go into the shade, and Nyklus saw a patch of grove trees behind a house. That was Nyklus' next stop for the day. As he walked over there, he realized how beautiful all the trees were. The petals falling down around them, giving the green grass a friend. The breezy-wind, gently pushing the petals off, as to warm them about the sweltering heat.
Nyklus approached one of the trees, and decided that this tree was perfect. He could gently rest of the trunk with his head, his arms not having to do any work. But when Nyklus looked behind him, he saw moss. It was orange and green, luckily, it didn't manage to get on his blue shirt, but he still touched it. He scattered away quickly, and approached another tree. That tree was already taken by another girl. And although he didn't know the girl, he was sure that she wouldn't mind him around. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here? Oh, and you know climbing trees isn't always safe?" Nyklus spoke with light words and a light, playful humor. He wasn't exactly afraid to talk to the girl. He wasn't a very shy person.
If Nyklus was the person in the tree, he'd easily allow someone to rest by the tree, but he didn't even know anything about the the girl, so would she think the same? Differently?

DONE!`

Other: I know I'm young, but that shouldn't exactly matter.

[sbeeg]

Name: GreenBeads
Age: 16
Previous experience: None
Why should we choose you? You should choose me, GreenBeads, for site Moderator because I have some HTML knowledge, I'm familiar with the site and I have people skills. (I've been dealing with dramatic tweens for two weeks I can handle anything now)

Roleplay Sample:

The End of Zack Detroff

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

Didn't even see it coming. One second Zack was allowing himself the pleasure of hope, then the next a blade was cutting through his burnt scalp. It's strange... Zack Detroff had taken the life of four people. He had cut down their last ounce of strength and watched them take their last breath. Zack had experienced this torture four times. Yet, you only get to die once. Time slowed down, evidentially trying to savor the moment. The tribute ended on his knees somehow, collapsing like a rag doll, letting the warm blood run down the back of his neck. His eyes were blank, staring straight ahead at a point he didn't see.

Although I laugh and I act like a clown
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown

I'm dying. Finally a complete thought formed in his brain. Zack Detroff was dying. His fingers dug into the dirt on either side of him, trying to anchor himself to this world. He needed to stay! He needed to find Enigma's killer... he had too...

My tears are falling like rain from the sky
Is it for her or myself that I cry?

I failed.

What have I done to deserve such a fate
I realize I have left it too late

That's when tears welled up in his eyes that were still glazed over staring off into space. He made no move to stop them, just let the solution build up and then slowly fall, dragging down his charred cheeks and dropping off his chin. Zack opened his mouth to speak but only choked sobs emerged from his throat. His fingers clenched harder in the dirt and finally he pushed words out but they were weak and drowning in pain.

And so it's true, pride comes before a fall
I'm telling you so that you won't lose all

"I'm sorry, Enigma," as his lips formed her name, Zack's whole body shook and the tears came out in an enormous wave. "I'm sorry."

Closing his eyes, Zack took a deep breath, biting his lip to keep the rest of the sobs back. When he opened his eyes again the girl, his killer, wasn't standing in front of him. The sky was brighter- a shade of blue Zack had never seen before. Everything was colorful and... pleasant. His fingers were sill in the soil though, clenched with the pain of dying and loss.

Zack turned his head, an action that actually didn't hurt like he thought it would. He was about to call out, try to pinpoint where his killer had gone when he saw it. Rather, he saw her.

Just a figure in the distance at the time, but he knew it was her. The slim frame, the mane of hair surrounding her head like a halo. Zack pulled his back up straight and once his eyes were on her they never left her- not even for a second.

She walked forward, wearing a gentle smile that made Zack's heart twist in happiness and sorrow. Gracefully, she sat in front of him, folding her feet underneath her with her knees touching his.

"Enigma?" Zack asked, although he didn't need to. He just wanted to saw her name again, to feel each syllable thump against the inside of his mouth. She gave a bigger smile, one that showed her teeth. Zack instinctively leaned forward, his neck stretching trying to put his face next to hers. Closing the gap, Enigma put her lips to his. Against his rough, broken lips, hers were perfect. They fit together so well, it was just overwhelming. Zack's fingers finally released the dirt and his arms flew forward, encircling Enigma and pulling her even closer. With her fully enclosed in Zack's embrace, the male tribute from District Eight refused to let go. He would hold on to Enigma until the end of time. Zack's arms were clenched so tightly they pushed more tears from his eyes. Going up on his knees so that he was taller, Zack held Enigma's face in both hands, afraid that if he let her go for one second that she'd disappear forever. He pulled away from her kiss just long enough to get out the words he had always been to afraid of to say in life.

"I love you."

I'm a loser
But I'm not what I appear to be

Other:
I know I haven't been very active lately but I had some computer stuff going on and school and things but that's all cleared up and I should be able to log on everyday.

[HEY, ALEX!]

Name: Alex
Age: Eighteen
Previous experience:
I am currently a admin/mod on * / b l i n d s i d e d. I have also had a variety of different jobs among proboards.
Why should we choose you?
I have this little idea in my head that I’m nice? At least, I believe I am. Anyways, it is not my goal to drive people from this site. I hope I can draw people in. I am quite organized when it comes to pretty much everything. I dislike things being out of place. Lastly, I am aware that this particular site is among the best of Hunger Games based sites. It would be an honor to be part of it.

Roleplay Sample:

I was never really calm so, I suppose, my heartbeat never fasten. It was already that way. When the lion man announced that some would die, I couldn’t help but fear for my life. I thought there was nothing to lose. A life is really something a person would not wish to lose. I understand the loss of animals’ lives but a human life was too precise. Unlike the Hunger Games, I wasn’t expecting people to die. And now, well, I wasn’t the hunter I have grown to know. I am just a scared little girl in the fear of her life.

I was lead to a gate. My fate lays behind that door. Will there be animal or nothing? If there wasn’t anything, how will my little, crippled brother react? Will he cry or, hopefully not, rejoice my death? Surely he wouldn’t be happy I was dead. I am his protector. Without me, he would live the rest of his life in fear of hard-hitting words and mind crippling comments. There was no way he would survive without my care. So, if there were no animal in my zone, there wouldn’t be just one person dead. There would be two.

The moment the gate closed behind me was the same that the little girl disappeared and the hunter made her appearance once again. Without me, my brother would obvious perish so there was my thing worth fighting for. At the moment, I feel as if I would take on any challenge. If I was to survive to the end and the surprise twist was that I had to kill the remaining person, I could do it. If it meant seeing my little brother again, I would murder another human being. But I do hope it does not result to such a thing.

It didn’t occur to me that my hand was gripping tight on a weapon. It was a bow. Such a great thing a bow was. It was, obviously, my weapon of choice. I am pretty sure it was every hunter’s choice. It is such a marvelous thing. Brilliantly created and light: This is my weapon. Smiling, I gripped even tighter. I pulled an arrow from the container and clipped it into place. Then, obviously, I waited for my prey to make its appearance. That is, if there was any prey to wait for. I pray there is.

And for once in my life, my prayers were answered.

As I took another step in the forest, the mixture of leaves and sticks crushed beneath my boot; thus making a rapid moving animal to be reveled. I knew what it was the moment it took off in the bushes. A rabbit. An arrow was in hand before I even realized it. Well, I didn’t realize I drew back an arrow until I was releasing. I was in the a deadly game and my instincts make me do things I don’t realize. Like running after a small animal and casting an arrow.

Other:
Thank you for considering me (:

[Quint]

Name: Quint
Age: 15
Previous experience: I've worked here before
Why should we choose you? I'd like to begin this declaration by apologizing for my inactivity in the last few months. But in my defense, I was swamped with school work, family, etc. I'm all freed up now though (just got out of school and yay! summer). So why you should choose me: I am passionate about this job. I regret throwing it away and I want another shot because I'd do everything in my power to do a fine damn job at it.

• I'm one of the "oldest" members here.
  
• I'm consistent and no matter how much it may seem like it, I never give up.
  
• I'm willing to assert force when necessary, but if it really comes down to it, I'm pretty lenient and very fair.
  
• I have the ability to be a friendly person. I'm patient and quick to assist any member.
  
• I'm very organized, and hold to a good work ethic.
  
• I held/hold respect for the other members, even when I was staff.
  
• I'm not a drama queen anymore.

I really want this job, and I know I'd be good at it. I do realize I haven't been as active as I could've been, but (and I know I've argued this before) I was a moderator once. I know what the job needs, and I know what I did wrong. I'm familiar with the benefits, but most aware of the work and sacrifice that goes into it. With Thundy gone, I'd consider a big hit to this place. I promise I'll do my best to fill in those shoes. Nothing would give me more pleasure right now than being given the privilege to work as a staff member on here again.

Roleplay Sample:

Grant.Walker.Parton

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I wish that I could float
Float up from the ground
I will never know what that's like

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He held Delmont close. Sasha was there by his side, her eyes trained on the buck several yards ahead. The teddy bear tucked under armpit, Grant narrowed his eyes and focused on the animal. It was healthy, strong. If he caught it, it wouldn't go to the Capitol. It'd go to his family. Now that they'd closed off the hunting forests, he had to sneak through. And while the potential consequence would be fairly grave, the benefits, at the moment, were worth the risk.

His bow was fixed on the buck, and he loosened his grip a bit, feeling the arrow getting ready to fly. Holding his breath, he kneeled down and aimed. His eyes widened as the buck made eye contact. It had noticed him, but it did nothing. It only began to walk, furthering itself from him, creating distance. Make your move, pal. He runs, you lose. The sound of the arrow zipping through the air was countered by the loud bark from Sasha. Grant watched in dismay as the arrowhead stuck itself in a tree and the buck scattered. "God damn dog..."

Grunting, he put his hand on his knee and tried to push himself up. As he began to stand, he fell back down on his kneel. "Ugh.." He grimaced as he finally stood up. He'd been becoming weaker. And soon, he'd have to accept the horrifying reality that he had been running from for years now. The fact that Otis would have to start hunting again. The boy hadn't gone hunting since his mother died. The man sighed heavily, limping toward the tree where his arrow was stuck. After yanking it out, he chipped some bark off, and consumed it. He chewed and chewed, making it last. It was disgusting, but it was the only way he could deal.

Sighing again, he tucked Delmont into his coat and called for Sasha, who appeared quickly. He then began to walk home to the children he wished were his.

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Other: Thanksss [[:

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[brian37107]

Name: brian37107
Age: 17
Previous experience : I haven't been staff on any site before.
Why should we choose you? I like helping people with questions and helping people improve characters.

Roleplay sample:
Victor wakes up to a dry but hot morning, he gets dressed without putting on his jacket. He jogs in place for a minute then walks downstairs. He goes outside to see his father gutting a fish. "Why are you up so late son, you gettin' lazy?" His dad snaps. Victor replies with "I overslept is it that big of a deal?!". "It's a big deal because none of the employes arrived yet" his father says. Victor gently drags his left hand across his scarred eye."You know that was an accident." his dad says. "Do we really need to talk about it" Victor says angrily. Victor grabs his fishing pole and leaves.
Victor casts his line into the water and takes out a sheath knife and waits. After a few minutes his line starts to move and Victor pulls his line and starts to reel it in. A swordfish thrashes out of the water and lands on the dock. Victor grabs his sheath knife and stabs its tail. He turns the knife and slides it up its stomach. Drenched in blood he casts his line again into the water, just to see a girl being mugged by two thugs. They take her money and throw her into the water. Victor takes off his shirt and jumps into the water. He swims over above her and dives underwater. He kicks his legs and swing deeper. Victor spots her by a rock and picks her up, with his lungs burning he swims to the surface and puts her on a nearby dock and climb s up onto it. "Thanks, but I can swim by myself." the girl says. "Okay but ill remember that when I remember you thrashing around in the water" Victor says mockingly. After that he just walked away.

[Nervoux]

Name: Nervoux

Age: 14

Previous Experience: I have not been staff on any other site, since this is the only RP site that I am active on. I tend to stick to one RP site so I am dedicated to that one site and nothing else. Yes, it sounds overly-dramatic, but it helps.

Why should we choose you? The moment that I joined this site, I saw immediate improvement in my writing. I used to have a horrible grade in English and had immense trouble in punctuation and grammar, but after I started RPing here, everything began to improve. By the end of the year, I had an A in English and I got asked to be in advanced English for next year. Without this site, that most likely would not have happened and I would like to give back to this site in any way possible. If I became a moderator, I would be able to hopefully help others the way everyone has helped me. I would do everything that I could to make sure that they get as much help as possible and make them feel as welcome as I do on this site.

Roleplay Sample:

Apr 17, 2011 0:23:58 GMT -5 Nervoux said:

[ooc: It's okay Phunke! D: Don't be sorry, you couldn't of even helped it. Good luck with Katie in the finale, I'll be rooting for her :3]

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Your stitches are all out
But your scars are healing wrong
And the helium room inside your room has come undone
And it's pushing up at the ceiling
And the flickering lights it cannot get beyond
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Everything was becoming immensely difficult for her to do as the fight progressed. Lifting her sword that then felt like a thousand pounds, walking... breathing. Her sight was beginning to blur, making everything around her swirl in a wide variety of mixed colors. She would find herself stopping in mid-swing to watch the colors dance around her, in awe of the beauty that came in such an unlikely time. It did not occur until several moments later that she was dying. Each drop of blood that drained from her was like a ticking clock, each drop that fell being the seconds that ticked away her remaining time in the arena.

Her gaze traveled to her opponent's eyes, her own now filled with hopelessness and defeat. She searched for some look in Katie's eyes, some look that would tell Zuka that this was not happening. The weapon that was slashing toward her would not end her life, it couldn't. But there was still a slim form of reality left in the girl's mind, some thought that told her it was her time to go. Time to go and join the many others that had left before her, to join the lives that she had ended herself.

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Oh everyone takes turns
Now it's yours to play the part
And they're sitting all around you
Holding copies of your chart
And the misery in their eyes
Is synchronized and reflected into yours
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The moment Katie's weapon met her chest, she knew it was over, as much as she had thought otherwise. It was a simple cut, but it was enough to send her falling down to her knees with a strangled cry. The blood fell from the new cut, staining the front of her shirt even more. Zuka no longer even had the strength to wipe it away, or to get up and continue fighting. No longer was there a burning determination inside of her, for it had been stripped away the moment her knees touched the blood-soaked ground and her sword fell with a loud clatter onto the ground.

Zuka had thought that there was no point in trying to win. There was nothing waiting back at District Eleven for her, besides her drunk guardians. Nothing to fight for, nothing to live for. So why had she been trying so hard? Why had she put every inch of strength into every attack, even though she knew the end was coming? It could have been her desire to appear strong in the face of millions, or it could be her desire to get back out and do everything that she had missed out on. Sure, maybe there was no one waiting at home for her, no one watching the TV and chanting for her to survive, but that didn't mean she couldn't try again. Try to do things with feeling, with love, with care.

Zuka had went her whole life without knowing the true meaning of love or friendship. There was never a friend that she could go to each day, and talk to when she was being abused by her mother, or being ignored by her drunk aunt and uncle. There was no boy whom she had love, who she could go to and seek love that the ones responsible for her never gave. The district token that she was wearing wasn't even hers, for she had simply found it in the Justice Building on her way out, after several heart-dropping moments of no one coming to talk to her. She had left the District the same way she was leaving now: Alone.

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Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing's just a rhythm
Say it in your mind
Until you know that the words are right
This is, why we, fight
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More thoughts spilled into Zuka's tortured mind like an endless stream of water. What were her guardians thinking of her right now? In her mind, she pictured them sitting on the broken couch with alcohol in their hands, cheering as they saw her fall to her knees. Cheering that they wouldn't have to see her face as she emerged as a Victor. "Are you even watching?" she asked, the words slipping from her dry lips. The question was directed to her aunt and uncle, and she knew they would know it was directed to them, even though she was staring at a space in the distance that was unseen by others. If they were watching, they would see the hurt and pain inside of her as they watched the trail of tears fall from her closing eyes. The pain was now too much to handle, not physical, but mental. The physical pain was beginning to numb as she drifted farther away from reality. It now hurt to think about how she never had an adult figure there to help her. No one.

Zuka had had some forms of care in her life, though they were short and ended the wrong way. Her stylist Diam, who had hugged her before she ascended in the glass tube, his whisper in her ear to return to him. Nadene, the girl that she had developed so many confusing emotions for. It was weird how she had experienced love, in a way that was not acceptable to some. She had found more than friendship in the girl, despite how she hadn't even showed it.

Along with the pit of loneliness and despair that was consuming her one second at a time, guilt came along. The emotion that she rarely ever felt, the only time being when she realized that she hadn't said thank you to Nadene. It came with a memory, one that had always sat at the edge of her mind, silently slipping into her nightmares like a quiet whisper.

The thirteen year-old girl silently stepped out of her room, her thin nightgown blowing slightly around her feet from the breeze that came from the hole in the wall. The floorboard creaked under each step, but she knew that no one would hear. There was a crazed look in her deep brown gaze, but even deeper stood a look of anxiety and nervousness.

Her hand trailed along the wooden walls, moving over the nails that stuck out. In her other hand was a knife, the metal casting a dim light on the ground beneath her. The girl's eyes were trained on the room up ahead, where she knew her mother slept. Each step that brought her closer to the door also sent chills down her spine. It would be the night she would rid herself forever of her mother's striking hand.

"I did it! I killed her, I killed my mother. It's my fault, I did it... I did... I..." Zuka yelled, awakening from the memory that came sharp and clear despite her blurry vision. Her voice came out strangled and desperate, urgent to let out what she had held in for several years. Even speaking was becoming extremely difficult, for she couldn't even finish what she was trying to say. Could not finish something that she should have said the day she committed the murder of her mother. The guilt of what she had done had unknowingly been eating her up the entire time, causing much unneeded insanity in her hectic life.

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You thought by now you'd be
So much better than you are
You thought by now they'd see
That you had come so far
And the pride inside their eyes
Would synchronize into a love you've never known
So much more than you've been shown
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Zuka was now laying on the ground, for she had unknowingly fallen from the position of kneeling. The side of her face was completely submerged in a small pool of her blood, the smell of the sticky liquid filling her nostrils and causing her to gag. How hard it was to reposition herself, for she found herself not even being able to move a finger. She imagined herself feeling her organs shutting down as she stared at the scarlet liquid, seeing her own reflection shining inside of it. Behind the blurry reflection of her own painful face, someone lurked behind it. Someone whom she had never seen before, but at the same time looked like a long-lost friend. She was looking death in the face.

Whether it was real or not, she began to feel the hand of someone helping her up. The hand sent chills through her, but it also comforted her. She was being lifted, helped, comforted, everything that she had never experienced in life. Everything began to disappear around her, including the cloaked face of the one that had helped her. It all faded away, replaced with a shimmering light that formed into what seemed like a tunnel. Once again she knew she was alone, but it was alright this time. This was a trip that was needed to be taken alone.

Each step down the blinding tunnel brought a wave of images and memories over her. The farther she moved, the brighter the tunnel became in front, and the darker it became behind her.

Zuka was two, sitting on the light Gray couch that sat in the middle of the small living room. Her hair was long, falling down to the middle of her back, with no blonde streak to the left. Sitting on the ground before her was a man: her father. The peacekeeper whom had had a one night stand with her mother. An impatient and stressed expression was on his face as his skeptical gaze slid across Zuka's face.

"I won't waste my time taking care of this child, do it yourself" he spat, his attention turning to the lady that stood toward the far side. Without a reply, he stormed out of the room and out of the kitchen door.

Zuka stood, crouching behind the kitchen table. Her breathing was as quiet as she attempted to make it as her brown eyes darted around the chair legs. The table and chairs blocked her field of vision, but the approaching footsteps told her what was coming. She closed her eyes tightly, letting out a loud gasp as she felt the stinging slap of her mother's hand across her face. Already the red marks of her fingers were forming under her right eye, but she wouldn't allow herself to show the pain. Weakness was not an option.

It was the day after she had killed her mother, the day she would be moving to her aunt and uncle's house. Zuka made herself appear frightened and full of despair as she watched the peacekeepers drag a man out of the house next door to her. "I didn't do it! I didn't do it, that insane daughter of hers probably did it!" he screeched, his eyes desperately finding Zuka.

She smirked as she caught his eye, doing a small little wave with her hand and mouthing the words 'Good Luck'.

Zuka walked down the hall of her new house, the floors and walls in worse shape than her previous one. Empty bottles littered the floor, along with shattered glass. Anger flashed in her gaze as she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes falling on her uncle plopped over on the kitchen table.

Without thinking, she stormed over to him and picked up the bottle that was held in his limp grasp. She lifted it up then brought it down crashing on top of his head, watching as the glass cut into his head. "Hangovers are a pain in the ass, huh?" she sneered, turning around and walking away from his cries of pain.

The tunnel was coming to an end, the whole thing turning into a blinding flash of light that sent her hair flying around her. Tears were falling down her cheeks from the memories, and the thought of the unknown that she was about to face. Never had she felt so afraid, but so sure. She was sure that it was her time to go, time to let go of all the things she had missed out on. It was time for her to leave the world and walk into the unknown, to face whatever adventure came next. Zuka had learned her past mistakes, and she knew she would do better as she faced whatever came next.

Zuka finally closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling a few times before it went completely still, never to receive another breath. She had slipped into the unknown clutches of death.

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Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing's just a rhythm
Say it in your mind
Until you know that the words are right
This is, why we, fight
This is, why, we fight
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[Axium]

Name: Axium723 [Axium]
Age: 14
Previous experience: I am currently creating my own RPG site, and have been a moderator on a now-dead site.
Why should we choose you? I am, to tell you the truth, a horrible writer. I can barely write half the length of usual RPers' posts. However, I am a reading machine. I have painfully good grammar and on this site about every day. I also know some html, and I'm quite familiar with ubbc.

I am also a pretty good leader, as I'm on my school's student council's executive board. I believe that a leader should be devoted to his/her job, as I am to this site.

Roleplay Sample: I sincerely apologize for the suckiness...

Rowan Andersson

Rowan was not one for emotions. Nor was he a crier. Yet for some reason, there were tears running down his face. It came from nowhere. There was no reason for his misery. Rowan's life was fine, apart from the Games.

That was it. The Games. He wasn't afraid, nor did he worry. But this was the first time he needed tesserae. Now that Willow had the appetite of a wolf, the money he and Dad made was not enough.

Rowan walked quitely through the streets. The usually packed district square was nearly empty. Must be the rain. Stalls that sold food stood lonesome and forgotten. Like the citizens of District 7.

Suddenly, Rowan couldn't take it anymore. Darn the Capitol, he thought. The tears he tried to hold back burst from his eyes, flowing freely down his cheeks. Grown men don't cry, he reminded himself. But he couldn't stop. So he did the most logical thing to save himself the shame.

He ran.

Other: I know I won't get this position, but I hope this will be an oppurtunity for me to introduce myself to the Staff, and to let them know a bit more about me. Thank you.

[∂αмєη]

Name: Damen
Age: Sixteen
Previous experience:

• Moderator at Pokemon Cheyenne
  
• Admin at Fight or Flight
  
• Co-Admin and G-Mod at Dark Dusk
  
• Coder at Matched The RPG
  
• Forum Moderator at Neoseeker
  
• Various positions at sites that are now inactive.
  

Why should we choose you?
I'm coming up to my first whole year on this site now and I still can't find it in me to leave. Yeah, I'm dedicated to it, and I will be for as long as I can be. School has just ended so my activity can go up to being on practically 24/7. But activity isn't all that matters.
Since becoming a Coder at Matched and a Moderator at Cheyenne, I've learned a bit more coding. Cheyenne has style codes, so I've been getting more and more interested in tables and lists.
Really, if you believe I'm competent, then I'd be honored. This site means so much to me and it's been a dream for a while to be apart of it. I've learned from my mistakes in the past and I understand that might be a hindering factor. I realize I've done wrong and I regret it deeply and just wish to put it all behind me. So, should you choose me? That's up to you. Will I do everything I can to be the best mod I can be? Yes.

Roleplay Sample:
[same sample from last application. I haven't been on very much cause I've been finishing school so I haven't had too many posts. but this is an excerpt from a Gage post]

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Nothing can get the sound of your heart's beating out of your ears as it beats for the last time. It's always there. And in my case, a machine that you would expect to see in some of the hospitals in the Capitol is replicating the intense rhythm of my only connection to the world of life. But there is something else that is holding me down, keeping me rooted to the thing that keeps pushing me away. Life doesn't want me anymore, but I am not done with it. Death will not win because I don't want it to. How am I supposed to just sit down and let myself fade away when I'm not done with anything? I am still ready to fight.

But darkness is all I see. And it welcomes me with open arms. Open arms that have given me more comfort than anybody in my life. My parents couldn't do that. Instead they left me for whatever reason they felt was good enough. Maybe they felt I wasn't good enough. They got that much right. But does everybody else think I'm not good enough? I've lived for seventeen years in a mindset that kept telling me I was never enough. "Nobody would ever care about you Gage. Nobody will ever want to be the one who wakes up to you each day." Seventeen years of feeling like I was always hated, never wanted or liked. That's how my mind worked, and I think I am finally done with it.

Other:
Thank you for reading my application, staff members.
And good luck to all! You're all so great :D

[Nocturnal]

Name: Aradia (Or, if you want to stalk me, Lara)

Age: 12

Previous experience: I've moderated a site that's slowly dying, but maybe it won't- hopefully. Anyways, I have moderated before.

Why should we choose you? I know I haven't been here for the longest time, but I get a clawing guilt if I don't post, which basically ensures I stay committed, and I am physically unable to abandon a website. I read the Hunger games once a month or so for muse, and I almost always have time because I have no life. I'm responsible; especially for my age. Last Monday (Award ceremony), I won an award at school for the best vocabulary. I am generally reasonable, and hard to convince that one side is better than the other, so therefore will not be prejudiced. I was class representative for the student council before the end of this year, and have represented it for several other events.

Roleplay Sample:

May 11, 2011 6:17:38 GMT -5 Nocturnal said:

[shadow=red,left,300]Serena Robinflight[/shadow]

I scramble up the rather steep incline to the adobe roof, slinking one solid hand over another, in a hopeless attempt to haul my body up the slope. A rough, tanned hand reaches out to help me up- Gabriel's. When I reach up my arm to take it, which stretches all my muscles to their maximum capacity, I take a sharp inlet of breath. His hand..It's so warm. For some reason, I want this moment to last forever, my hand in his, but my screaming arm wrenches that fantasy away from me. That hurts, I think, as he finishes the rest of the way for me. I don't know why, but I can't let Gabe outdo me, it's always been in my blood I guess. We Robinflights have never been ones to give up easily, or let someone else do the work for us. So as soon as my feet touch the scratchy, annoying stone, I let my hand plummet to my side, a stone crashing down. I curse my clumsiness, wishing I could have maybe withdrawn it more carefully, more lady like, as my Mother wanted. Before the marriage, she was said to be a strong independent character, but I had never met that version of her. Now, she is a submissive, docile creature that let my Father do whatever he wanted. Only, at certain times, the real her emerged, when I was hopeless. Like at our old house, years ago.

He instucts me to follow him, and although there isn't much room on the roof, and I'm just about to burst with indignation, I do as he says, appeasing him for the time being. Gabriel leads me to a good vantage point, excellent to keep on the lookout for the rough and tough gangs around here, that I certainly do not want to associate myself with. The air around me is gathering the chill that indicates night is going to fall soon, but I set my gaze ahead of me. My thin, worn down sneakers tap an erratic tune to a song without a melody. They're my favorite pair, and the bottoms barely get any traction any more, what with being so abused and overused. I study them momentarily, following the swirling blue-green pattern that adorns the left flank of both shoes. I remember tracing that over and over again, finding comfort in the repetitive motion. I do that again, feeling over the trail left by my fingers over many, many years. Even though I've been growing up lately, I can't seem to make my feet grow a single size; which is killer at school. Hmph.

When I finish playing with my shoes, I sweep the veil of thick black hair that's fallen in front of my face, back to behind a slightly pointed ear. I never got them pierced you know, and now I go around hanging jewels by clips. Nobody really approves of it, but they've tried, and probably will again, to hold me down and stick a needle through my ear. No thank you. I'm proud to say that one time, when Father was trying to pin my by my wrists, than I broke his nose with my head. Blood everywhere. Anyways, I brushed back a few rogue strands that threatened to return to their previous position, and gazed in utter and complete awe at the beautiful sunset.

The sky mixes into a dazzling array of reds and yellows, with tinges of pink adorning the cloudless display. It's so...Perfect. That's the only way to describe it. I glance over at Gabriel quickly, blushing obscenely, for no particular reason. They had just met today, but they'd just snapped together like old friends. Perhaps more.

"T's beautiful up here, Isn't it?"

My head snaps back towards him, suddenly alert. Somehow, even though my tongue twists itself into knots, I manage something along the lines of an intelligent agreement. My dark eyes flash quickly up to his, searching them briefly. What is it that I see in them? A longing for something, almost. A sudden change in his demeanor probably means it's time to leave, so I push off the rough tile with my hands, barely getting enough momentum to propel myself up. I'd need to work on that, but in the mean time, there was the more prominent issue of getting down. I mean, I could just get down the way I came up, right? I gulped, swallowing the fear that threatened to up well and take me over. Better now than later, I thought, and launched myself with great abandonment over the edge.

It's too bad I don't have a religion, or else I would have thanked whatever deity I prayed to, when land on the sidewalk in one piece. As it was, I thank my acute sense of balance, and physical fitness. I watch behind me as Gabe does a graceful running start into a perfect roll. I wish I could do that kind of stuff, but I've never really had the commitment to. Seriously, can you see me doing gymnastics every Saturday? I don't think so. He resumes a brisk pace, striding forward like he owns the world. Guys are such showoffs sometimes. If I didn't know better, I'd have said he did that just to impress me, but of course I do know better, and he wasn't.

I set something a little faster than my normal saunter, not to be outdone by some guy. The gravely ground speeds by beneath my feet, making the familiar pattern of blurred colors that always followed me every where I went. I glance back at Gabriel, who's trailing behind me ever so slightly, without a bead of sweat on his face. But he was blushing, ever so slightly. He was probably just warm, right? It really is humid out here, so it wouldn't be that odd I guess.

We walk, and walk, without changing our swift pace at all. I wonder if he's getting tired, or what's causing him to look at me like that. We go to the crest of the tall hill that leads up to my house- if you can call it that, as most would call it a mansion. But for me, I guess it's just a house. My house. I cringe at it's obvious bragging imposition towering above us. It seems to watch over me, in a creepy, horrible, inanimate way. A shiver runs down my spine as I watch the shadow of my room, a high turret, lengthen until it's touching the tips of my sneakers. For some reason, I'm scared of it. I want to jump back, get away. Something tells me that something just isn't right. I thought it might be that shadow.

He pants up to me, and then becomes uncharacteristically serious. I pretend to ignore it at first, but it's really bugging me. My thoughts get more and more crazy when he grabs my wrists and spins me around. What's wrong with him? Did a serial killer just walk me home? Then, as he pulls me in closer, I smell the sweet aroma of sea water, mixed with bright flowers. The smell of district 4. Gabriel stares at me with his perfect, multicolored eyes, so serious suddenly. Most people I wouldn't worry about, but why the sudden change in attitudes? It would suck if my new-found friend was bipolar or something like that. At least it would explain his crazy mood swing.

Then, he's kissing me. Holy crap he's kissing me! I can feel his rough, warm lips pressed against mine, if only for a second. It's so sweet, and yet so bitter. So this was my first kiss. It was...Nice, I guess. I have no time to feel what it really is before he's pulling away from me, untwining his hands from the thick mass of hair they had been wrapped in. I hadn't stopped him, but I hadn't kissed back. I bite my lip nervously, as he stares at me again, with those beautiful eyes. What should I say? What could I say?

Before I can say anything, he takes a step back, as if anticipating the urge I have to slap his stupid, kiss stealing face off. I could, too. Why shouldn't I? I had every reason to kick him seven ways to Sunday, but I just didn't want to. Those last few moments were like a dream- far from the castle top kiss most girls aspired for, but it was if I was wading through a thick murk in my mind, still trying to decipher what had just happened to me. Already, I could feel the heat of a blush working it's way up my cheeks, flushing cherry red. Stupid blood cells.

"We should do something tomorrow."

Is that all he can say? After kissing me? Seriously? What kind of lame line is that? Still, I doubt I can think of much better than that, since I can't really think of a good response. I can't believe I'm trying to sound cool, but it's the only way I think I'd be able to pull off any sort of speech at all. My first attempt comes out more like a strangled cry than a word, response. Yeah, right. The second time, I have more sucess, but I still sound like a complete jerk. I can't exactly act like this is my first kiss, can I? Every thing I'd ever read said I shouldn't. Here goes,

"Yeah, I'm free tomorrow."

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

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[Entei]

Name: Entei, and for all you stalkers out there, - Chris
Age: 14
Previous experience: Owner of IRC Networks. Moderators in some failed Forums.
Why should we choose you? I’m one of those people, the ones you meet on the street – the ones that don’t know who you are, but still want to be friends with you. You know? I’ve got a good knowledge of art(colors) and music. Though I’m not a roleplay whiz (like our beloved Thundy), I definitely try.

Roleplay Sample:

| | District Four | | 17 | | Female | |

What I look like...

Gale has a lovely light bronze hair in the sun, but in the shade it’s a deep and strong bronze. Her eyes, oh her eyes, are a distinct shade of green. Sea green. It’s like the shade of both her parent’s eyes combined. Gale is 5”8’, an average height for a girl in her district but longs to become a little taller. She’s got quite a bit of muscle on her because she has to haul and create nets. Her fingers aren’t long but they are slender. Her nose comes to a little point and her head is oddly shaped, pentagonal maybe? She doesn’t mind what people say about it but, it does hurt. Her features are what separates her from the rest of the teenagers in the district. Eyes too deeply colored. Hair multi-toned. But it’s exactly what she loves about herself.

Gale is a normal looking teenager in stature. But she can’t haul up most nets because of lack of muscle but her skill in creating them is much better. Her skin isn’t pale but isn’t tan, a weird completion. Her hair is most of the times is let out, but when working is set out in a ponytail. When she’s working her appearance is completely different, her hair is in a ponytail, her skin is pale, and her eyes look grey. Especially, when working on a boat in a storm, the concentration on her face is noticeable, there is a massive change in look and personality when working. Had she not be working, all hours of her day would be at home and her life and look would be dull and pointless.

Gale has a good sense in fashion, but District Four has no cause to look good. Though most people in District Four DO look good! She usually goes towards semi-[in]formal when going out with friends and at home. People like it. She likes it. No-one disagrees with it. So it makes EVERYONE HAPPY!

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What I feel...

Gale is a ‘different’ teenager. She isn’t all bubbly and giggly; she doesn’t talk about boys and drool over them. She creates knots which she uses for nets; heavy rope is hard to carry. Her father is a spear-fisherman, but he uses nets from time to time- all made by Gale. She’s as soft as a pillow when at home and around her friends, but when working as hard as granite and stone. People have wanted to get to know about her, but they’ve seen her when she’s working, they’re afraid of her. Gale has a handful of friends, she can count the number of friends she has off on her fingers. Gale is extremely intelligent, she is a straight A student. Most people in her class are envious of her, they want her intelligence

What makes Gale so different from the girls in the District is the ability to understand biology and the anatomy of certain things. She can comprehend different things, she can have intellectual conversations with many adults. Education in District Four is very low, though her parents are much smarter ~ Higher Class Homo sapiens~ than most of the adults. Gale’s friends aren’t as smart as her but she teaches them and has little groups teaching kids how to tie knots and make nets. On occasions, Gale can lose her temper, and become a pyromaniac. She’ll burn things like rope and parchment. One thing she can’t control is her temper… Oh! And her arrogance. Gale things she knows everything, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t like people proving her wrong, this lights her fuse and makes her lose her temper.

Gale doesn’t deserve to be called ‘The Smartest’ she believes that there are people, younger, and better than her at what she’s good at. She also believes that there are people OLDER than her and worse off. She believes that everything she has is a gift. A gift from The Creator[God]. But what makes her so unique is the way she can make something that came out mean, and was meant to BE mean, seem harmless. She’s cute, like her voice. Her voice isn’t high pitched but it sounds cute . It’s what makes her who she is. She believes that the largest flaw in being unique is that EVERYONE is unique. When she finds someone that can do something that someone else can’t, she will say "You're unique, just like everyone else!"

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What I felt...

Gale works her a- Bottom off! She’s been on many ships, fishing, sailing, transportation. You name it, she’s been on it! Her father says she works harder that he does. It makes him jealous, and also makes him work twice as hard. She laughs at how hard he tries. Gale’s parents have a second house, one of the rooms in this house has a room dedicated to Gale’s nets. The rest of it is a house they put out for rent. They make 60 coins[dollars] a month. Which is quite a lot in the district. Her mother was once a sailor, she’d take out boats with only her and her husband. Those trips ended when Gale was born. Gale feels that her parents stopped having fun when she was born. She doesn’t like it, the feeling of guilt. It weighs heavily on Gale’s heart.

Gales fingers have many scars on them. All from too much rope-work. Gale has had too many injuries while working on boats. Broken her right arm from the elbow to the wrist on a fishing boat. Rolled an ankle and broke the other on a cruise ship – [In a storm]. Gale has had more injuries than a girl should in a lifetime. Ironically, she has NEVER been sick. How can a girl who has had so many injuries never get infections or the flu or a virus or any sickness for that matter? It boggles her and her mother’s mind. It makes her think; ‘Am I immune to all sicknesses? Is my immune system that strong?’ She’ll never know, until she meets a Capitol doctor. She’ll never meet a Capitol doctor, and she knows that.

Gale has been in many fights with other girls, and guess what!? They were about boys! Yes, that’s right, Gale has been in fights with other girls about boys! This was when she was twelve and thirteen, where she tried to get into the pants of the first boy she saw. She was a nymphomaniac. When she was 12-13, sex was all that was on her mind. She once got caught with a boy that was with another girl in the district, she broke the arm of the girl that started the fight. She then got kept in the house for a month, during this time she reflected on her actions and made sure she’d never be with another guy unless she loved him or was mature enough to sustain an adult relationship . Gale enjoys watching other people be happy, but she never works up the effort to be happy herself.

Gale has been in many a-relationship, she has grown in her past experiences. This has led her into not being in a relationship today! It makes her happy seeing young relationships be destroyed by cheating and adultery. It makes her laugh seeing a person with two or more boyfriends/girlfriends. She sees a man with another woman; she walks off to tell herself NOT to do that. Gale knows right from wrong. It also makes her happy that she does and others don’t. Flawed. That is what she calls herself. She recognizes her flaws, unlike other people. She can’t control whether or not she has flaws, but she tries her best to improve on them.

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Other: Thank you. Even though I’m not the best at roleplaying (and I can’t stress how bad I am at it), I make it up with other things. Again, thanks for looking over this – and taking your time to read it.

[skylarversion2]

Name: Skylar
Age: Fourteen
Previous experience:

I've been staff, or at least had a position of power, on quite a few sites. Whether or not these count [due to the lack of success xD] is up to you, but I feel like listing them anyway! The more the merrier!

Global Moderator -- To Kill A Mockingjay [site was taken down, owner was Chase]
Global Moderator [demoted to Gamemaker] -- Hunger Games: Origins
Co-Admin [site is in construction] -- Percy Jackson: The RPG
Admin [never really began] -- Convictus Mortuus

and others that have long since been deleted or were never really started.

Why should we choose you?

I feel like there’s an adequate amount of skills under my belt to become staff and perform and carry out my duties like a good staff member would. I wouldn’t just be a blue name that accepted new characters and would move threads to the appropriate subboards, even though I’d do that whenever possible. I’d help new members with what they needed by getting links to whatever they were looking for, places that will help them with what they’re having trouble with, and the like. I’d make it my duty to reply to all intro threads of new members to make them feel welcome. I’d let them know that I’d be up for roleplaying if they needed someone/somewhere to start off with, because if I were a new member I would hope that that service would be provided for me as well. I’d make people feel as comfortable as possible. I know it’s a given part of the job, but I just wanted to clarify how much of an importance it is and how willing I am to do it. I’d PM people when things were getting out of hand [whether in a thread or in the cbox or just overall site attitude] to prevent site drama to the best of my abilities. I like to know what’s going on with people by reading threads, chatting with them whenever possible, etc. I know how to deal with obnoxious/annoying members in a kind and gentle way without making them feel too offended if they felt offended at all, from being PMed by you lot, of course. I’d be glad to pitch in on site graphics if they were ever needed, would be happy to help with coding if Aya was too busy being a senior or anyone else was busy doing whatever they do [this includes new site features, character directory updates, etc.].

I have a good understanding of what goes on around here. I’m constantly on, including going on the cbox all the time and gaining a pretty good knowledge of most members. I have a good sense of organization and I’d be willing to use the skill wherever it needed to be used.

I should be chosen because of the experience I have under my belt. I’ve been here for nearly 2 years and I’ve grew more than I ever thought I would. There’s a history with whiny-ness and myself, and I’m glad to say I think I’ve conquered it. If I’m not picked, I won’t whine, I won’t cry, I won’t complain, because there’s just as many people on here that deserve it.

Roleplay Sample: I just picked out an excerpt because I figured you guys already have a good idea of my writing.

marley . -

For days now, he'd wandered around the District, scanning the ground with his gazers to see if he could spot just one speck of shiny silver material. Over those days his minuscule collection had burst into a much larger, more colorful, fake collection. He wore a lot of the rings, the others stuffed in his pockets. He'd found a few favorites, including a pure gold [this was known by the easy ability to dent] ring with distorted letters engraved on the inside. Despite the dents, he wore it to the best of his ability, even if it was too big for his pinky but too small for all the others.

His senses were euphoric, because the ability to find new things and discover new interests can lead no one but to those senses. Today, though, his ability to find rings had lost, rendering the very slow walks through pathless woods and over moist hills almost useless. He couldn’t give up though! Why would he want to give up when he’d been so successful the days before? Besides, he’d had slow days before, and he’d never given up then! Perhaps the reason he felt so content on failing was because it was just another phase. For most of his life, he’d been riddled with phases where he’d do certain things and then suddenly, abruptly, stop after a very short amount of time. It was strange though, because the phase when he used to have a lot of phases had long since disappeared. Ever since puberty hit, he’d been a different person.

here’s the thread, just in case

Other: The amount of gratefulness I have for this site cannot be expressed. Thanks for the opportunity, and good luck to all other applicants.