welcome houseguests! [bb intro]

[chaseee]

"In just a few moments, thirteen strangers will enter a brand new house, equipped with nearly one hundred cameras and microphones, and begin playing the all new reality television show... Little Districts! Filled to the brim with twists and surprises, we're sure to leave you aghast, and craving more!"

The woman, sporting the Capitol's trademark hair dye and ridiculous clothing, turns to a different camera, her smile broadening. "Let's meet our houseguests!" She gestures at the thirteen men and women, pointing to them in turn. "There's Swan Tolkien, Calvin Hawke, Arya Wood, Mandy Weils, Ellea Banks, Rowan Duncan, Nikon Hugo Anthony, Jayden Azrielle, Willow Calloway, Sequin Tyler, Nikko Vae, Henrietta Watson, and Aeron Scott Hone!" She twirled back to face the audience. "Give 'em a round of applause!" They obediently put their hands together, cheering and pointing at the ones they thought would make it farthest.

"Now, the houseguests will enter the house prepared for them, and pick their beds!" She nodded at them, their clue to get the move on. The doors swung open, giving everyone a small glimpse into the large house, packed tight with fancy furniture and the like.

"Let the summer... begin!"

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So the houseguests have been brought over here by small coach trains. The first week of this game, they will be allowed a limited amount of food (let's say three square meals a day and just a few glasses of water thrown in there), until they can compete in challenges. You guys can RP without an official start, but all BB threads must stay in the Residential Area and every title should have [bb whatever] to let anyone not participating in the thread know it's a part of this plot.

Every week, there'll be HoH and POV challenges. For those of you unfamiliar with Big Brother terms, HoH is Head of Household. The houseguest who wins HoH will get a very nice room filled with personal items and an unlimited supply of luxuries, and also the power to nominate two houseguests for eviction. The POV, the Power of Veto, is a competition where six houseguests are randomly drawn to take part in. Whoever wins is given the Golden Power of Veto, which grants them the power to veto any of that week's nominations, or keep them the same. These challenges will happen in the Battlefield. (No one's dying! Calm down!)

I think that's it... Let the game begin!

[cass]

Arya Wood

Arya was scared, she was very unsure. Arya defiantly had no clues as to how she had ended up on a train on the way to the Capitol. So many ideas raced through her head, each more insane than the other. Most frightening of all was the prospect that she was going to the Hunger Games. She couldn't think of why, the Hunger Games hadn't started, but the Capitol was crazy. Who knew what they were doing. Your brain can be wonderful a asset to anything, but when your scared it can be cruel. it can be more creative then anything. Right now Arya's brain was creating a picture, blood, death and pain.

These feelings brought back a memory a memory of a darker time.

~~~~

Everything was dark, so so cold. there was no light, not even the moon. Arya walked into the dark, she stumbled and tripped, what she tripped on was a mystery to her. Then the ground was gone. Arya floundered for a moment before plummeting to... to, well, whatever was down there. Scream tried to escape her throat, but she wouldn't, no she couldn't let it out. The air smothered her pressing on her from every side. it was painful. then she hit the ground. At first there was no pain, then it burst up her legs agony greater than she had ever felt. Tears welled up in her eyes, she tried to not let them out, she wanted to be strong. Who was she kidding she was by herself all alone. one tear slipped free, than another, soon there was a steady stream. Arya cried for help, but no one came. How long would she stay there? What had she done?

~~~~

Arya absentminded brushed her leg, a long scar ran up it, pale Waite. Someone had found her and had saved her life. Maybe, she would be lucky again. Arya didn't feel lucky, if she had ended up her what kind of luck was that?
She looked through the darkened windows of the car she was in. Well, she thought it was a car. the steady vibration that came through the floor was soothing to her raw nerves.
I'll be fine...
Maybe if she believed it, it would be true. She hoped it would. than the car stopped. She looked around in shock, fear gnawed at her, she was finally at the place, wherever that place was. What was happening? She wanted to yell na scream, demanding answers. She basically jumpes out of her skin when her door was opened. A tall man dressed in black opened it, he made a gesture for her to get out she did.
Where on Earth was she?...
Arya was lead into a building, well shoved. The man left.
What was she supposed to do?
Arya walked around totally bewildered by the turn of events, not only was she clueless she was shoked she had no clue what to do. Arya made her way to a room, it was full of beds, was she supposed to choose one? She wished someone else was her, warily she made her way to a simple looking bed, the rest of them looked to unusal for her low standards, the bed she choose was plane, a pillow, blanket and whatever lse you would find on a bed. Arya dumped her only bag onto it.
"Hello, I'm Arya," She said to the other person.

OOC: is this alright?

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[Matt]

Ellea Banks

When Ellea Banks had applied for the new Capitol reality show, she had never once thought that she would have been chosen. The sixteen year old girl didn't have an interesting personality, and she definitely was not pretty in any which way according to her diary rants. But nonetheless, word soon arrived that Ellea would be competing in Little Districts, a game show of which the District 5 resident hadn't a clue what was coming her way. The Capitol had assured her parents, though, that death was not a part of the game play. Then what is part of the gameplay?

Ellea finished packing her last bag and hurried into the bathroom to cover her face with blush and other forms of make-up. Anything to distract the audience from her long, pointed nose, her unnaturally high cheek bones, her gross shade of an eye color. With a hug and a kiss from her mother and father, Ellea stepped inside of the miniature train, ready to leave her wasteland of a district and let her voice be heard.

The ride took a while from the energy district to the bustling and beaming Capitol. The girl had of course seen the dazzling lights of the wondrous city on her television set, but there was no way the absolute beauty of the place could be shown anywhere but in person. The people were a strange sort of fabulous, with their exorbitant hair styles and colors, clothing options, and skin tones. Ellea was truly in awe of the sights and sounds of the Capitol. When her train eased to a halt, Ellea hurriedly grabbed her bags and stepped off of the train. "Wow," she muttered to herself. "I have a feeling this will be the best summer of my life."

It was a short hike to the house, but the teenager was sure she would have been lost two turns ago if she hadn't been ushered a long by a studio avox. There was a small group of the show crew who had assisted Ellea in carrying her bags. She thought it was very kind of them to do such a thing, though she hadn't thought of bringing some money with her to tip them. The crew had her stay outside for a few moments, before the doors opened and Ellea stepped inside. Instead of a living room as she expected, the girl stood on a stage with several other contestants. The host introduced them, and Ellea gave a little smile and wave as her name was spoken. The doors to the actual house opened, and Ellea stepped inside.

The house was amazing, far larger and detailed than that of her own home. There was a nice living area and dining room to the left, and to the right was a rather large kitchen with cabinets, shelves, and appliances galore. She would inspect those soon enough, as she was anxious to see what the bedrooms were like. She juggled her three bags as she bolted up the spiral staircase, pausing a moment to look at an aerial view of the first floor of the balcony, just before the hallway with the rooms. With a smile, Ellea started down the hallway, not wanting to waste another moment before choosing her bed.

Ellea opened the first door to the right and peered inside. This room reminded her of a summer picnic. The flooring was painted in a way so that it resembled a picnic blanket, and a large picnic basket - was that a bed? - was placed in the center of the room. Part of the wall and the ceiling were painted a light shade of blue with rounded white puffs, meaning to resemble clouds. The bottom portion of the walls looked like green stripes with a variety of colors mixed in, seeming as though the wall was made of tall grass and flowers.

In the corner of the room, Ellea noticed a bed that resembled a tulip. In a hurry, Ellea ran to where it was and inspected it. It was almost like a suspended sleeping bag; all Ellea had to do was crawl into the top of the flower and there she had a nice, comfortable bed. Ellea eagerly claimed the bed as she set her bags on the floor, close to the lowest leaf. With a large smile, she turned to the door where another Houseguest stood. "Hello, I'm Ellea. It seems that we'll be rooming together?"

[gamemaker kelsier]

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

It sounded as if there were thousands of wheels rattling over stones, was the first thing Swan noticed when she awoke. She lay still for an uncertain moment as the world rumbled around her, the sound filling her ears and making her feel small. A second later, she remembered that she was on a train headed to the capitol because she had been chosen for a game. Relief flooded through her as she sat in her infinite darkness. She knew that it had at least been a day since she left her District Ten, but she was already missing her rolling green fields and he sheep. She was unused to going so long without the quiet of the district, and she was feeling rather unnerved.Most would say it was more difficult for her for a silly reason, such as, Öh you're blind."

But Swan had been living in darkness for so long, that her movement was almost fluid in comparison to another person with perfectly good eyes walking around in the dark. Mostly she just did not let it bother her too much, and left the worrying to her brother. On that note, her older brother had almost tried to send the Peacekeepers who came to escort her back, saying she was unwell. But truthfully, the whole idea of meeting other people and going to the capitol had intrigued her to no end. Some people didn't see a point in a blind girl going sightseeing, but that was because they had never gone without sight. A Person's senses don't only belong to the eyes. Swan was really looking forward to the smells and feels she would get at the game.

Suddenly, a voice was by her ear, telling abut her imminent arrival in the Capitol and a rush of nerves found themselves twisting and turning down Swan's body. She hoped that she would not die from this experience. She really wanted to have the chance to have a child someday. She was not quite sure, but people told her that she was pretty, and she tended to believe them. It was only fair for the gods to bless her with looks if not with sight. She licked her plump, chapped lips in apprehension, and was dragged to a standing position suddenly although the train was still in motion. The voice was by her ear again, explaining how they were going to get the small bag her brother had packed for herself that morning. The voice was familiar, and Swan was beginning to find it increasingly annoying.

It belonged to one of the Peacekeepers sent to get her yesterday for taking her to the capitol. Evidentally this one assumed that if you couldn't see than you must also be deaf and dumb. It wasn't something she would have to deal with for too much longer, so she let it slide for the moment, although it made her feel like an eight year old when she was clearly sixteen for goodness sake. The sad thing was that she probably didn't look it. Her brother always chose her outfits for her because she wouldn't be able to see what would match. she knew that right now she was wearing a sundress with ballerina flats and a headband. Apparently the ensemble had flowers on it, and they were dark red. Of course the black cloth was tied securely around her eyes still. It was funny when people decided to tell Swan the colour of her clothes as if she knew what they were. To her, colours were personalities and nothing more.

The train jolted to a sudden stop, and Swan flew forward, gaining a nasty bruise on her arm for sure where the Peacekeeper's grip tightened to drag her backwards. She muttered a curse under her breath, to her a curse was something along the lines of, "sheep droppings," but to each their own right? She was ushered off of the train quickly soon after, where she most likley gained weird looks, not that she would notice. They walked for approximately five minutes before they turned into a large room, with a loud, booming voice. She heard her name said, a fleeting applause, and then she was sent on her way again to wait. The hand was still around her arm, and sourly she shook it off, the pain beginning to intensify. She was just about to ask for an apology or something silly, when she was shoved into a room, and the door shut behind her.

She waited for a moment, trying to hear if the Peacekeeper was still there, but wherever she was, he must not be allowed to follow. Cautiously, she made her way forward, feeling her way as she did so. She would only have to do this once or twice before she would be able to remember the layout of the room. Maybe she wouldn't look quite so dumb. She made her way around what seemed to be an incredibly lavish house, until she reached a door. She tensed, hearing walking around coming from the inside. Reaching up, she felt a sudden urge to face her doom with her face free of restraint. She untied the black cloth, tucking it under her arm. Luckily for her, she never wore it inside her house, or when she was alone in the field so hopefully she didn't have a stupid tan.

She swung open the door, not sure what to expect, which is why she squeaked in surprise at the voice of another girl. She nodded slowly, in the direction the voice had come from. she had her eyes open, so maybe she could appear normal for a fleeting moment, until the girl noticed the slight opaqueness to her eyes. Instead of asking what the other girl meant, Swan simply assumed it was a bedroom, and nodded briskly. "My name is Swan Tolkein, it is a pleasure to meet you." She walked forward quickly and nearly killed herself on a large bed. It was weird, as if made from wicker she noticed as she felt around it. The bed frame itself was taller than the mattress, almost as if it were a giant basket. She grinned, it was lovely, and would be very cozy. "Is this bed taken?"

[Spesh]

Nikon Hugo Anthony

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Sexual Thoughts~00a480
Self-Serving Thoughts~006b53
Other's Speech~00af64


Go to The Capitol Together: ☑

Getting to leave District Three for the Capitol, even if the leave is only temporary, could not have come at a better time for me. The game show, whatever the fuck it is called, Little Districts or some other stupid name, is an out. Sure, it will not get me out of the reaping, but it does give me a chance to help save Calvin, which is a lot more than I would be doing right now if I was back home in District Three. To top off how great this situation is in general, Calvin's here in the Capitol with me, so even if he does... never mind. Well, we will get to work on finishing the list together, and we already are one step closer to that goal. Checking off one of the goals on that list was one of the best feelings I've had in a long, long time. Just as we are exiting the high-speed train now, I cannot help looking down at the list and smiling.

The hardest thing on the list was completed, from now on it would only get easier for Calvin and me to complete the list, so long as he does not take a turn for the worst. I can't have my head thinking about that though, I need to have positive thoughts about Calvin, that is the only way he is going to survive. The power of positive fucking thinking always comes through, if you think of always as never, that is. We both know (yet will never admit) that there is practically no way for either of us to save his life, all that I can do to help is make Calvin's life the best it can possibly be while he is still alive. The only way that we can do that, though, is by finishing the list, which does not look like it is going to happen at his point. But hey, what do I know about whatever disease Calvin has, I don't even know its name. Maybe, just maybe, the doctors falsely diagnosed him. I know that is me being too much of the optimist, but it is definitely possible.

Walking past that audience and into the house reminded me of the tributes walking out for their interviews, except only one person they were cheering for had a chance of dying anytime soon, and that person was Calvin. The house is pretty lavish, I am not going to lie about that. It easily beats out anything I've seen in all of District Three, and I'm sure the same can be said for anyone else in this house, well, besides the Peacekeepers. I don't really focus on any of the details, cause I want to find a room, that is more important than the houses entry. Is rooming with girls allowed? I sure as hell hope it is, and I am sure the Capitol audience would just love for some coed rooming, "Hey, does anyone know if we are allowed to room with the other sex?" I've never been trained in how to please a crowd, but years of watching the Hunger Games has made it pretty easy to know what the Capitol likes. If I have to give you a hint on what it is they like, just look at the last word I said. Seeing the tribute interviews has made this obvious to me, all of the girls from District's One, Two and Four try to come off as sexy.

Instead of pushing the coed rooms issues, I open the second door on the left, hoping that Calvin is right there behind me. Inside are two beds that seem to be laying on clouds, separated by a curtain. "Yo Junior, get in here man, this is our room." Coming here definitely was a great idea. Especially now, I have no doubts about it in my mind.

[chaseee]

Hunched over a stale loaf of bread, it was hard to feign any pride in front of the hawk-like Avox. Carefully ripping apart the mushy grain, I placed each piece on the tip of my tongue, sucking on it until the small amount of flavor was drained. I refused any offer of water, barking that I would drink it when I was finished with my bread. It would be a waste, I thought, to drink it while I was eating, and want more when I had finished my small breakfast. And still, every minute or so, the middle-aged man would step forward, placing the paper cup right below her nose and waggling it around, welling over the sides and spilling onto the floor.

"No, damn it!" I put my hand up to push his arm away, knocking the cup out of his hand, soaking my bread. Gaping in disbelief, I slowly turn to face the Avox. "What the hell was that for! I know you can't talk but are you deaf too? I freaking told you I didn't want the damn water! Why did you do that?" I pounded at the loaf, ripping it to shreds and flinging it at the walls. "You dumb prick! Get out of my sight!" The man hesitated, obviously torn between staying and caring for me, as he had been told to do, or leaving, and returning when I had calmed, but going against his master's orders. "Go!" He bowed, hastily exiting through a door to the right. I heard the heavy lock click into place, and leaned against the rough wall, crying.

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Humility isn't an option. Standing with my back straight, chin held high, I am the very portrait of confidence. Shooting daggers at the small audience of Capitolites, my face is a mask of smugness. Of course I will win, I tell them. I'm rough, I'm tough, and I'll take the others down before they can say Idiot. Glancing around at my competition, I see only a few that look intimidating. The rest should be easy. The woman calls our names, the door opens, and we're in.

I'm in no rush to pick my arrangement. I see others hurrying into different rooms, squealing with joy at what they see. Are beds all that exciting?

Strolling through the lavish dining room, I peek my head into one of the open doorways. Blue skies painted on the ceiling, grass etched into the floorboards. This will do. Swinging my bad over the side of one of the beds, (it's painted bright yellow, and arched in a way to resemble a banana) I smile at my new... roommates? "I'm Mandy." Nervously dropping my eyes, I perch myself on the edge of the mattress and begin to unpack my few belongings. A few other outfits, a torn novel, a piece of plastic jewelry. A sense of dread creeps into my system, leaving me torn. This would either be the best summer of my life, or turn out terrible, leaving me even worse than before.

[chaseee]

Room Arrangements!
- Picnic Room: 4/4 beds taken; Mandy, Ellea, Swan, Nikko
- Cloud Room: 2/2 beds taken; Nikon, Calvin
- Flower Room: 1/4 beds taken; Henrietta
- Beach Room: 1/3 beds taken; Jayden

[Matt]

Ellea Banks

Ellea smiled as the Houseguest introduced herself as Swan Tolkien. The girl reminded Ellea of herself, always using her manners and the like. They looked to be around the same age as well. There was something off about the girl, though. She was absolutely beautiful, yes, but the way her eyes didn't wander around the room in amazement as Ellea's did was a bit odd. Swan walked quickly, straight into the picnic basket bed. Ellea just stared at her. "Watch your step..." She spoke quietly, still studying the girl as her fingers carefully traced the weaved wicker. "No, it hasn't been claimed yet. It's all yours, if you would like it." Ellea eyes met that of Swan's, and she gasped. "Are you..."

Ellea was interrupted as another girl entered the room. "Hello, Mandy. I'm Ellea, and this is Swan." she said with a smile as she learned of the girl's name. Mandy having taken the banana bed, there was only one left in the room. She wondered who would take the bed that resembled the ladybug. It was round, the blanket red with small black specks. She thought pillows with the attached antennas were beyond adorable. Ellea wondered who her roommate would be. Oh, how she hoped it would be another girl. The four of them could stay up, talking to each other about boys and make-up and the game and basically anything else. She smiled again at Swan and Mandy, excited to finally start this game.

ooc: Short post is short but oh well.

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[ calvin maclen hawke ]


370 days to live

"No Calvin. I'm not going to let you run off and do some stupid shit without a doctor right beside you." The words still rang in my head, the worried face of my personal nurse imprinted in my brain. Amelia Ross was who the hospital assigned me as soon as they dropped the bomb of a diagnosis on me. Miss Ross was supposed to be there to make sure I was comfortable and enjoying myself as these would be my final moments. Final moments. Those two words had been said so many times since the head doctor of the District Three Hospital had said my life wouldn't last for years and years. Those two words were words I now had to get used to. Those two words were also the words I used to convince Dr. Ross to allow me to leave the hospital as soon as my vitals looked better.

That was the thing with whatever I had. One minute, I could be stuck in bed with no hope of getting out again. The next, a club's speaker could be blaring loud music that guided the bodies of the girls and guys around me. They didn't want to let me go anywhere where I couldn't receive immediate care but I didn't care about what they wanted for me. What's the point in living life when you have a small bit left if you can't actually live it. That's why I went behind their back when deciding to accept the invitation to head off for the new game show. Nikon was going from what I heard and it would be a great time to check off some of the things we had written down so many years before. We each had a copy now, having written down everything on the long list a second time so we could both keep a record of what we would do.

Go to the Capitol together: ☑.

We were already starting to check things off before we even started this little adventure. And if we could make it far enough, maybe we'd have the list nearly complete and also have the possibility of walking away with something that we didn't go there with. That would be the the best outcome of this whole thing. Although, I don't know how long I could last without the constant support of a doctor behind me. In the house, I'd only have Nikon and any friends I made. And maybe the production team would jump in and try and help me if things got too bad. If my immune system started to fail, letting the disease get even closer to bringing me six feet under in a sealed casket. Maybe then they'd interrupt the Capitol's entertainment to deal with somebody's death.

The train ride was already pretty damn nice. I was definitely not even close to being poor but still, it amazed me to see all the decorative bits lining the walls. Not like I really gave a shit about the decorations of a train. Not at all. This was just the beginning though. Looking out the window to see the huge buildings was the best part of the trip. My pencil scratched across the soft paper of our list in the box specifically made for the "visit the Capitol" task. A grin crossed my face as I put it away in my one bag that hung down over my right shoulder. It had a name tag attached to it with my name crossing it in golden calligraphy. The maroon color with the golden name stood out against the black fabric of my bag that held all the clothes I'd need while being here. They had something to wash my clothes with, if I heard right. So, I'd have enough with this one bag.

It came a stop and a Capitol attendant was on me immediately, guiding me through the station and towards where the house must have been. I held my bag tightly, not wanting any Capitol idiots to try something. Maybe I was looking for a fight though. Then I could cross another task off the list while the blood from my nose dripped down. But nobody seemed interested in a simple boy dressed in a dull plaid button up. I fixed my hat with my other hand, keeping the flat beak in the right position to cast a shadow across my face. The sun was hidden behind a bunch of clouds that were gathered together, keeping most of the ray's heat from me. I didn't want to be sweating while walking into the house. That's just gross.

And then we were there, the attendant and I. The house was pretty freaking big and looked pretty fancy, even compared to the wealthier houses in my District. I nodded one last time at the Capitol attendant, not really caring about her or anything she had to say. My hand was already on the door knob, pushing the door open and revealing the house that I'd live in for the next while. I heard Nikon shout at me, obviously having found a room, but I ignore him for now, instead taking a look around the kitchen area that was to one side. The appliances that were there were pretty amazing though, some of them being things I had never seen before. I'd make sure to screw around with them eventually, even if I didn't intend to eat what I made. The garbage to the side would help with that.

I finally crossed over towards where I suspected the bedrooms would be, keeping my bag from slipping off just yet. As I crossed under the door frame, I got a good look at was around me, observing the walls that were adorned with different sized clouds, the soft blue carpet, the puffy beds that appeared to be clouds themselves and the white ceiling above. It looked like we were floating in air in this room but I really didn't give a shit about what the room looked like. There was a larger bed and Nikon was beside me. The one person I'd need in case things with my health went to shit would be right beside me. That was pretty damn good. Tossing my bag onto the bed closest to the wall, I make my way towards Nikon and push out my hand for props. "Ready to kick some ass?" I ask quietly.

And even if we didn't, we'd do it together. For now though, it would be best to meet the others. We had our beds, we were ready to play. Now, let the game begin.

Be above the clouds: ☑.

[gamemaker kelsier]

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

Swan carefully lifted her items out of her bag. It appeared that her brother had packed the book that he wrote her stories in for her, a comfort item of course. Along with that there were all of her clothes, which was really not much, a toothbrush, shoes and accessories, and then her hand clenched around something strange in the bottom of the bag, and she stood stunned for a small moment. The thing in the bottom of the bag had a wooden handle and then leather growing from it. Carefully, she slipped away the leather and felt the edge of a knife. Gasping, she drew her hand out in shock and disgust. She realized how bad that looked to the other guest, and she muttered a quick, "thought there was a mouse," even though she realized that it was probably unconvincing.

She carefully laid out all her things, trying to appear like she knew what she was doing, although she realized that she must have already given herself away when the other girl was about to ask her what she thought she was. She tensed up, tucking the black clothe down forcefully into her bag, trying not to let the other girl see how difficult and scary this all really was for her. She had lived all her life in one house, and one community. Truthfully, she was incredibly frightened to not have her father and brother with her, guiding her along. She knew that she was being silly and childish by not just saying that she was blind, but at the same time she kind of wanted to try and be a little normal for once. Swiftly, she was pulled from her reverie by the entrance of another girl into the room.

She waved in the position of the voice, trying to appear bored and uncaring, although she was actually still freaked out of her skull. Sweat was dripping down her back, and her legs were wobbly. Carefully, she climbed onto the basket bed, laying across it, trying to appear natural for whoever was watching. "So uh, what do you guys think this is all about anyway?" She was truly truly curious about a game with a house so nice, yet her brother had sent a knife along with her. Most of all, she hoped she wouldn't have to kill anyone.

ooc: Short post is short.

[Spesh]

Nikon Hugo Anthony

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Speaking~009d91
Sexual Thoughts~00a480
Self-Serving Thoughts~006b53
Other's Speech~00af64


Be Above the Clouds: ☑

This was not exactly envisioned being above the clouds, but it counts nonetheless. We were checking things off left and right and we haven't even said words to anyone since we were here, something that will have to change soon. For now, the house looks pretty good to live in, food, water, beautiful young women, so why Calvin and I aren't taking advantage of all of those things yet is a mystery to me. We are not exactly poor back in District Three, but by no means are we rich, this is easily one of the coolest places that I have seen in my life, I feel like exploring more, meeting new people, seeing ladies changing, all of the normal. Seeing Calvin entering the room gets rid of any doubts I had (which were very few) of him trying to room with others. If this show wasn't about making money to help cure Calvin, than we would definitely be in a four person room with two girls having a good time, if you know what I mean. First and foremost I had to help my best friend, second I could have a great time.

Throwing my bag of clothes (and a few drugs) on to my bed above the clouds, I take a seat on it. Being in front of crowds has never been my strong point, but I did not remember that at first. My breathing starts to get a little bit heavy quickly, but then I am able to compose myself. This game is much more important than any of my fears. I cannot look like an idiot, Calvin needs me to be here more than I need him to be here for me. We do everything together, this show is going to be no different. If one of us gets voted off, then the next challenge the other will want to be voted off. We never have had to live apart from each other, and I truthfully doubt that we will ever have to. Whatever this game is going to be like when it starts, we plan on winning it by staying together for as long as possible. If we can do that, then I'm sure one of us will be able to win this game show, and in turn possibly save Calvin's life.

"Ready to kick some ass?" I hear Calvin ask me, but he knows that I already am. See, we don't exactly need to speak to each other to know what the other is feeling. It isn't a bond of telepathy or anything like that, it is just that we spend so much time together that we can pretty much tell what the other one is thinking. Other people may find it weird, but hey, we've been best friends for life, we can tell if the other is happy, mad, sad, et cetera. I'm sure it would be the same for others if they were lucky enough to have the same best friend since they can remember. Most people aren't as chill as Calvin and I, so they aren't able to keep friends for that long. But I really shouldn't be focusing on other people, I should focus on me and my brother.

"Brother, you know it."As I finish I stand up off my bed and hit his outstretched hand. We are going to have some good times out here in the Capitol. "Are you ready to F some B's?" I am pretty sure he knows what I mean, I don't want to be too obvious about my intentions just yet. Also, when I start walking to the door that leads out of the cloud room, I am pretty sure that he follows.

[glitter .]

[shadow=grey,left,300]Nikko Vea

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THATS ME, THE VICTIM OF A HIT AND RUN

PICKED UP AND LEFT DOWN, YOU WERE NEVER AS HUMAN AS...

Oh, it was one of those avoid-all-eye-contact kind of days. First, his father had hightailed his way to Nikko's little shack of a house on the outskirts of the district, waving some little golden certificate in his hand, smiling like there was no tomorrow. Something about the capitol requesting a Mr. Nikko Vea for a capitol reality show. Nikko had heard about them before, and knew that they sometimes took applications from people, and sometimes picked the creme of the crop of each district. Nikko, unaware that his family was somewhat District Six elite, figured that Dahlia must of put it in for him, and he had packed haphazardly into a leather suitcase he'd gotten for his birthday two or so years ago. The twenty-five year old man was rather irritated with the fact that he was required to pack things in a bag. Why couldn't he just bring what he wore? His father had replied with a snippy "Because you have to, thats why!" And that was that. In the suitcase went a multitude of short, peg legged pants, shoes of leather quality, button up shirts and a suit that had been placed due to his fathers insistance that everything was made right. And when Nikko asked why, his father had just slammed his hand on the bed, glared at Nikko and muttered something about how the Vea family "has a reputation to uphold, and since you seem like a failure, Dahlia's going into business, and we needed someone to represent us, the sixth district, to the capitol without manslaughter, Nikko Vea, the rational and sane son of Marcus Vea and Eloise Vea, can go! Yes! He can! Now, go look sane and rational on national television."

And now, the supposedly sane and rational older Vea child was tinkering with the handle on his suit case, fidgeting because he couldn't take sitting somewhere, immobile, for more than an hour. And here he was, rounding out the second hour, just about to glide into the capitols streets. He needed to use the bathroom and really didn't want to get up and cause a ruckus. Well, he wasn't thinking that, he was more so thinking that he could probably hold on long enough to get to the reality show quarters. If he found the bathroom and dashed to it, he'd probably be able to do it.... Yep, it'd work for him. As the train pulled into the capitol, Nikko was a little bit confused by the multitude of people there. Everyone wasn't stumbling around, saying incoherent things about gypsy's and heroin, instead people had their umbrellas and high heeled shoes. The capitol... it seemed rather nice. No druggies, drunkies or old hags. To say the least, Nikko thought the capitol was pretty and wished Mr. Snufflkins was here to see it.

For the next fifteen minutes, as the train rolled into the train station and came to a stop infront of a rather grand building, which Nikko was lead into. He had his bag in one hand, and in the other, a fidgeting hand. As he walked up a small hill in the residential district, he found his way into the building and onto a sound stage of some type. A host stood there, a constant smile plastered on her loud and obnoxious face, and in a rather steady, consistant, Capitolite accent, she announced "Let's meet our houseguests!" And she went on some long rampage of names. Each of the names seemed a little bit different than most of the names that he was used to, so he fidgeted in his seat and when he heard his name, stood up with a grin on his face, waved to the crowd and mouthed "Hi Mom!" into the cameras overall direction. If Nikko was aware that the districts couldn't see this, he could see his father throwing his hand upon his forehead and his mother brimming with reconition. And Dahlia rolling her eyes. As the woman finished her speech, and he saw capitolites talking amongst themselves with random little topics of speech. He heard his name mentioned twice, but could only catch "Odd duck" and "Oh, the guy who nobody expects until the end!" Which made him a tad bit nervous, but he was fine with the results that he was sure to go into.

They were released into the house, the houseguests swarming about. He was the last one in, making a mad dash for the bathroom, and making a triumphant walk out of the said bathroom when he had finished, a little victory dance thrown in there that gained some quite horrified expressions, and he was then noticing he would, indeed, need a place to sleep. Pondering this for a moment, he finally decided to walk towards the nearest room, his brown eyes fixated on the task in front of him. People, well, actually, girls, were setting up their beds, and Nikko, oblivious to any assumptions people may make about him, smiled and plopped his bag on a ladybug bed, a giant grin on his face. And while the capitolite audience was probably wondering why in the hell he had chosen to room with three girls, for Nikko, it was quite obvious. The one and only thing was the ladybug bed, that mattered. Black headboard and a red polka-dotted bedspread, it seemed to radiate happiness and Nikko. All the while, he was starting to look like some manwhore who probably was going to attempt to get in every girl in that rooms beds, in reality, Nikko had no idea what sex was. Nothenless, he was probably older than everyone else in the said room, and he probably

Contuning on. Nikko stood at the lady bug bed for a second before looking at the people in the same room as him, a large grin plastered on his face. "Oh, hi there! I'm Nikko Vea! It's spelled V-E-A, not V-E-U-A-H, but its pronounced Ve-Uh, though you've probably figured that out already. And... Oh! I'm from district six. And I have a sister, and my pet rabbit is dead, but I wish he was here to see this! His name was Mr. Snufflkins. But my old girlfriend, who also died, along with my best friend. But you know what, I think I'm turning over a new leaf. No more death for me. The people I love will not die in house fires and be buried in a shoebox in the back yard because the people that you bury with usually die too." Nikko paused for a second, forgetting his whole train of thought. Something about shoeboxes. He just shrugged and plopped down on the bed, digging through his bag to see if he could find his favorite hat.

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Notes!
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Outfit:[/color] ....He's Nikko. He needs no outfit.
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[Sam]

Henrietta Watson, Ria for short, was very lonely and bored in life. Her parents were gone for parties most of the time and when they came home they were drunk and arguing about one thing or another. Ria was also albino, another trait that made people wary of interacting friendly with her, or for some people, interacting AT ALL with her. With neck length shining white hair and red eyes that pierced into people, even when she didn't mean for them too, Ria scared most people away before she could even talk to them.

So Ria was extremely surprised when she was picked for the new reality show, Big Brother. Why would they pick her? There was nothing really special about Ria. She was just a district 6 girl, shunned by everyone, even her own family. But here she was, riding on a train to the Capitol. So that had to meant they had liked her, at least a little. And that in itself gave her hope.

The train bumped along noisily and annoyingly. Ria was glad she was alone in her cart...Or so she thought anyway. It really was too dark to tell. But even in the darkness where you could't see your hand in front of your face her hair seemed to shine like if a very bright moon disappeared behind a cloud but some light still managed to shine through. Her eyes blended in well with the darkness and that was one thing Ria was glad of. If there was someone besides her in her cart, they wouldn't notice her eyes.

A man helped her off her cart and Ria got her first glance of the Capitol. Bright lights were everywhere and people with the most wacky hairstyles walked everywhere. Huge buildings lined the streets and everything was so bright, so amazingly different from her home in District Six. It was a nice place that happened to harbor some not so nice people who thought the idea of entertainment was watching kids fight each other to the death. It was really sad that this lovely place went to these rather unlovely people.

Ria walked with light, almost silent steps as she entered the house. It was more than slightly lavish in her opinion. But that was just for her. Someone from District 1 would think this was an average house. But for someone from the Capitol this was nothing. And for Ria...well the house was definitely amazing. Ria stared in wonder at the long halls and shiny floors. Ria never had this sort of luxury at home.

Ria let out a huge yawn and realized she was kind of tired and she should find a place to sleep. She scanned the doors before where she stood and picked one randomly. Confident and poised Ria walked to the door where she grabbed the door knob and twisted. Taking a deep breath She thought, This is a chance for me to make some friends while having an interesting experience. Please, don't mess it up. She let the deep breath out and opened the door.

She had expected to find some other kids in the room but there were none. She sighed slightly in disappointment. She was the first to this room. She would have liked it better of other people were there first because she liked to take in people as she met the scene, not when they came after her. It was just a quirk about her. But oh well, she'd meet new companions in this room. The room was large but not fancy. There were beautiful flowers painted on the walls and grass painted on the floor. The painter had made the grass somehow look like it was standing up like real grass. On the grass was the occasional leaf, but there was mostly just grass panted on the floor. The flowers on the wall were big, about 4 to 5 feet tall and very colorful. the ceiling was painted a beautiful light blue.

Ria looked at the beds. She immediately spotted one that she loved. It very big, and took the form of a rose, Ria's favorite flower, shaped beautifully with even the inner petals. She walked over to the rose bed and touched it. Her eyes widened in disbelief. It felt exactly as a rose would, perhaps even a bit softer! She grinned. This was the bed for her. She climbed into it and sat in the middle. The bed was soft comfortable. Ria lay down in the bed. Where are the blankets? Just as she thought that, the inner rose petals curled over like soft, warm blankets. Ria sat up again and the petals folded back out. She had a feeling this was going to be very exciting, the one thing Ria wanted more than anything, besides winning a new friend. She glanced up at the doorway and saw someone there. She toned the happy grin down to a friendly smile and said, "Hi, my name's Henrietta but you can just call me Ria. I guess we're rooming together." Ria then asked, "What's your name?"

[Nervoux]

Have you ever had one of those days, when excitement just consumed you and sent you jumping for joy, yet there was still some melancholy feeling placed under the surface? That was how Jayden had begun to feel the moment he stepped onto the small train. Ever since Jayden was a young boy, just as confused as ever, he had dreamed of stepping onto a train and leaving District Three; leaving every worry and lonesome memory. Of course, though, there was always the worry that lurked beneath every longing though, a worry that consisted of no one being there to miss him when he left. That, and the worry that he would be alone, kept him from just packing his few things and hotfooting it out of his district.

So, as Jayden took his first step onto the train, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, every longing thought that he had had throughout the years coming back to him at once. He was finally achieving his goal, even if his goal had the large chance of being sent right back to District Three, though little did everyone know that jayden had no intention of coming back. He had spent far too many years in the district, scrounging for food, stealing, sleeping in the streets, and searching for a familiar face in the large mass of people of Three. Too many years wasted.

He took his place in the train, his gaze fixed on the doors that had begun to close, his smile faltering for a few seconds as he once again noticed the few amounts of people standing there. The sound the door made as the two sides met sent a vibration beneath his feet, a screech sounding into the air as the train began to move. It was an odd sensation, one that forced him to grip the bottom of his seat, his knuckles turning white compared to his olive skin. Jayden's eyes slowly moved to the window, his eyes widened as the lights of District Three had already begun to fade away.

He quickly pressed his nose to the window, a wide smile plastered on his face as the district began to disappear all together, leaving only the empty wilderness. Finally, his dreams had come true. For the first time in his life, he was leaving the district that has caused him so much pain. His dreams were coming true.

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As the doors of the train opened, he was definitely not ready for the sight that would greet him. Jayden's jaw immediately dropped as his eyes fell on the bright lights of the city; the buildings that loomed above him. He paid no attention to the flamboyant people who pushed him along the expected path, their high-pitched voices not able to snap him out of his daze. Or, atleast it felt like he was in a daze. The many colors and lights that passed by him definitely made him feel like it, yet he knew that if he reached out, everything would be real. He even found himself walking backward as he wanted to take a second look at the buildings he had already passed. There just wasn't enough time to take it all in.

"I'm never going back," he said to himself, his mouth still not closing all the way as his eyes swept over the scenes. But, of course, he knew that would never be possible. Even among the brightly colored people that passed by him, and the houses that seemed far out of his wildest daydreams, he was able to make sense of his thoughts. Even if he was allowed to stay in the Capitol, he knew he never would. There was still the longing to know where he belonged, and the unfinished business that he had with the girl back in District Three. The girl that he didn't even say goodbye to before he left. He was an idiot.

Once again, the melancholy thoughts were beginning to weave through the joy and excitement, slithering through the small cracks like snakes, looking for a breach in all of the happiness. It had succeeded. Jayden's mind kept drifting back to the girl that he had met that one day at the hospital, the worry that filled him that she would give up on him as he never showed, or worse, that she wouldn't even notice he was gone. But, on the bright side, there would be plenty of girls in the house with him. That thought caused an uneasy smile to fall upon his face.

Jayden forced his mind to settle down, his gaze fixed on the house that sat before him, unfortunately already to the house that he would be staying in. There was a longing to keep searching the Capitol, explore more, yet there was an utter excitement to get the game going. He had no choice, though, for he was already being shoved through the door, where it closed behind him with a click that signaled the end of the bright lights and looming buildings. He was going to be enclosed in this house for a while, well... if he fought hard enough.

He glanced around, seeing that some people had already made it before him, for their bags were strewn across the floor. Excitement seethed through him as he turned in a circle, letting his mind process the house he was in. He was actually in a house that would partly belong to him, one that was far nicer than any other house he had been in. There were probably thousands of things he could take back to District Three in here. Of course his thief-instincts would kick in in the Capitol.

Jayden immediately began to quickly walk down the halls, his head poking into each room as he went. He stepped out each time he saw a full room, his eyes searching for one that he could fit into. After a few murmurs of hello when he stepped into a packed room, he eventually found one that was empty. His eyes swept over the walls, looking at how the floors seemed to be painted as sand. The detail put into the brown floor caused him to bend down and sweep his fingers across it, just to check if it was real. His gazed moved up the light blue walls with the white clouds painted delicately across it, as if he was looking out of a window to an actual beach.

The piece of furniture that caught his attention appeared to be a large raft, one that seemed to be a blow-up boat. He slowly walked toward it, pressing down on it gently in utter amazement. To his surprise, it took on a squishy feeling. The color was a light blue, the same color as the waves that were painted on the walls. It was big enough to fit two people, yet he knew he would be the only person sleeping in it. For the first time in his life, he would actually have a bed that belonged to only him. With that last thought, he immediately threw his one bag into it.

The sound of footsteps sounded behind him, causing him to turn. There seemed to be a person standing in the doorway, most likely one of his roommate. With a smile he waved to the person, not able to decipher who it actually was. "Hi, I'm Jayden." His words weren't even close to shyness, for his out-going personality wouldn't allow it. As he crossed the few steps to the door, he held out his hand, flashing a smile toward the person. "I guess you're my roommate?" he asked, his head tilted to the right as his dreads fell with it. He could already tell this was going to be a great summer.
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[ calvin maclen hawke ]


370 days to live

The people I'd have to live with for the next while were slowly coming in and finding their beds. I mean, it was pretty simple for Nikon and I. We only had to find a room with two beds and we'd be good. And the size of the beds meant that we didn't have to be alone in that room should things work out that way. Who knows? Anything could happen in a house where there are twelve other people who had nothing else to look forward to at home. I mean, I didn't have anything. I've been dying for god knows how long, holding on to every bit of life that I could even though the things I did would bring me closer and closer to that death. The death I tried so hard to avoid only arrived sooner because of my lifestyle and the things that I'd do.

That's why I got off the drugs. I wasn't completely done with them, still selling in the alleys when I wasn't stuck in a bed. However, with the morphling coursing through my veins thanks to the needle that was always attached to my arm in the hospital, it would be dangerous to my health to be on anything else. So, I stopped popping pills and injecting the shit that put me in this position before coming here. I'd probably have access to morphling should I get worse while being in this house and that seemed to give the best fucking high, but for now, I was good. And I actually felt calm despite not having the comfort substance that would always be there for me no matter what. Even if it was killing me. That would be like Nikon stabbing me in the chest. A friend of mine slowly draining my life away. Or something like that.

Heading out into the hallway from our cloud room, I tried to listen in to the many voices to figure out where the people were. And by the sounds of things, they were through a door that was to my left. I took a step towards it before clearing my throat and wiping my hands on my denim pants. Then I twisted the door knob and pushed through to the room. There were three girls currently in the room, each of them appearing pretty damn attractive. At least compared to the typical geek of District Three. One of them was a few inches shorter than me, her brown hair appearing neat. Another has brown hair as well and bigger lips, appearing to be confused, maybe. That's how I saw it. Lastly there was a girl with dark dark hair and bright eyes, her thin frame reminding me of the girls I'd try and get with at home.

"Hey there ladies. I'm Calvin. Calvin Hawke." Maybe something got into me. I mean, usually I introduced myself as Junior to everybody I met. It was practically needed when you worked in the area that I did. As soon as a Peacekeeper got to one buyer, they simply had to state my name and then I'd be fucked. So, with a nickname, nobody would know who I was. But these people, they weren't buying. They were simply here for the same reason I was. Eyes on the prize. That was always what Nikon and I would say when entering a club. We were supposed to pick out who we wanted to flirt with right away so that the other didn't accidentally pick up who the other was attracted to. Really, these girls were all beautiful. But who says we had to try and flirt with them. Being friends would help us in this game, right?

And then there was a guy there too. I didn't really notice him at first, mostly because I don't look for guys, but once I saw him I kind of grinned. What a beast, sharing a room with three beautiful chicks. I nodded at him, hoping he'd see it as a sort of greeting. "So where are you all from?" I ask, wanting to know more about these girls so I could decide on who I'd want gone and who I'd want to stay close with. That was how the game had to be played when we weren't doing competitions. Socially. Well, I ain't all that confident in myself but I sure as hell am good in that department. I mean, I have enough friends who'd take a bullet for me, enough girls who'd hook up with me and enough suppliers to get me what I need if I simply ask them. So, I'm fairly sure I'm good at that kind of thing.