CAP - The Pregames Opening Ceremony (all signed up players)

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

People were already looking at me as if I were dead meat. That didn't particularly reach to my liking; but who was I to say that I liked what people were doing? I can't hear what they're saying anyways. So probably everything is bad or good. I'm pretty sure it's not the later, because let's be real, these are careers. They will fight like a warrior and treat you like a loser. That doesn't really surprise me, though, since they have the confidence of every single tribute who's gotten higher than an eight. I want to figure out so many things, mainly why I'm here, but that's soon to vanish.

Someone put their hand on my shoulder, and that almost led to a disaster in itself. Whensomeone touches me and I don't know them, it will probably end up in me getting a quick jump as if I were scared and walk away. Though I looked up at him with a look that most likely made him think of me asking him what the absolute heck he was doing. I was confused on why he put my hand on my shoulder in the first place, but he seemed even more confused by that fact in itself. He was around my age, one of the boys that has gotten into training to be a career obviously. Though that was too much of a destraction for me.

The time for fighting was coming up; and quite honestly I didn't know if I should be excited or scared. Everyone looked like they could (and wanted to) stomp me into the dust. Maybe because I'm the smallest. That's why. Theres a bunch of people who look at me and laugh at first, as if they know that I'm good as dead, but it seems they realise that I do have a chance, which I don't. Everyone knows it. I'm quite as dead as a tribute that died first in any past games. I am a disgrace to the district, yes, I know that, but maybe I can show I'm not as much as a disgrace as others are.


I will fight, I don't care that I have had no practice. But maybe, just maybe (only in my dreams) I might win.

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Tags: POC post 2
Notes: Good Luck everyone<3 Also, I already gave my image. It was letter C.
WC: 374

[Avalon]

.:RHIANNON REIGN:.

.:fucking with a
goddess
and you get a little colder:.

Underestimation.
My curious eyes wander across the ginormous screen that flashes the very own pictures of each contestant. Scanning through each and every one of them I take note on specific features, things that no one would find much importance in. I have a knack for detail, and this causes me to focus on various focal points, rather than looking at the whole picture of something. Always being one to look into the closer meaning of things, I view the other participants as nothing more than how they choose to express their nature. I know, for a fact, that all of us are careers, and thus, I do not underestimate a single person that stands before me, not even the younger ones. While they look more fragile than the rest, who knows what dwells beneath the layers that barricade their interior.

"Careers, get ready for the competition. Each one of you will see the letter of the gate that leads into the maze behind his or her name on the screen. Proceed from there. Two of you will meet in the maze and fight. That's how you earn points. After four days we will have determined who of you won the most fights....", a slight bone chilling laughter full of menace echoed around the arena. As it ricocheted off of the stone walls of the labyrinth I feel slight vibrations tingling at my body and underneath my feet.

"Or is still in one piece....cause be aware- from day two on there will be weapons in the maze. Find a safe spot for the night- who knows who's coming after you while you sleep. You may not team up, you may throw the white towel though! Are yu ready? Cause we surely are and we want to see some fierce action that will make our whole district proud and show the Capitol how we breed those incredible tributes."

They remind us that day one of the pre-games there will be no weapons to grab for fights, just bare hands and feet. This would be interesting, really. Growing up with an older brother was sort of like an extra added on part of career training, the academy being in the community home. My older brother, Rhys, was always so protective of me, simply because he felt the need to be. There was no one to be over protective for him, and so he didn't want to have me grow up being without someone to look over me. Thinking back to him, I could only imagine the expression that paints his face right now, whether it be worry or just plain stoic. Knowing him like the back of my hand I knew he was most definitely worried about me volunteering for the pre-games, he only told me to be careful a million times before entering. Spending our whole lives together in the community home really made us closer than how any normal sibling pair would act, and it felt good to know that someone would always be there for me. And I will always be there for him. We are our own little family and we're both content with it. It didn't do us any harm in knowing us that our parents didn't want us anymore, because all we needed to survive was each other.

OOC NOTES:

oh yes here i come round one

thanks annecordelia

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

This year it's a whole different feeling than last. Then I was much more nervous even though I was better prepared. It was my first time and I wasn't sure what to expect. This time I feel like a seasoned veteran. I've been through this game. I know how to suck up the pain and switch of my conscience. Back then I wanted to win for me, now I just want to protect Kyanite if I can. With the mace as a playground I'm not so sure.

I scan the other contestants. There are two fairly small kids, Gala and guy, who could still be dangerous. Then two blonde girls, they look wiry, well trained but who worries me the most are the Birches and another guy. They could be real competition. Most girls can't match my physical strength, they need weapons skills and tactics. Since I haven't been to the training center lately I have no idea what they can do, which is a big disadvantage.

My gaze meets Kyanites for a moment, resting on her. I want to hug her, kiss her and wish her luck but I can't without giving away how close we are, which makes us vulnerable.
So I have to put all that in one look before our pictures appear on a screen with a letter behind it.

As hard as I try to put my chest out and look confident I don't feel it. Once more I let my eyes flicker to Ky before I start walking toward the gate that has been assigned to me.

As soon as I set foot into the opening the sounds of the crowd get drowned out. In front of me lays a long tunnel like hallway. The walls are at least three or four meters high and almost impossible to climb. There will be no escape.

behind me the gate closes by itself making my heart rate pick up.
For a brief moment I touch the sore right side of my chest from last weeks fight. I'm sure there are still traces of it on my face, maybe a little intimidating for my opponents.

Raising my chin I start walking into the mace. "Game on!"

[Knuckles]

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Evander Birch

From the day we arrive on the planet and blinking, step into the sun

All emotions clear from my face as everyone takes their places. Who's the strongest career? Who's the one who will walk away without losing any body parts? My entire mind races, but nothing matters. Nothing. Apollo thinks he has this. He thinks he can win because in his eyes nobody is better than him. I hope someone proves him wrong. I hope that someone knocks the fool off the high he's walking with. It would be nice if that someone was me. He's put me down for far too long. He's tortured my soul for a long time. Since Ares died. Sometimes I wish he'd see how much I needed him. Maybe it's best if I did die because he would be happy. He'd never miss me. Nobody would. Not him. Not any of my brothers or sisters or cousins. I'm just another face to them. Another meaningless person. And knowing that hurts.

I listen quietly as the announcer slowly talks, and the crowd cheers for us all. They want a show, and it's a show I'm prepared to give them. I look around knowing it's a mistake to judge anyone here because in the end it's wrong, and one of the tiniest people could destroy the stronger ones. I remember the 68th games when the tiny girl from ten brutally slaughtered the career from one, and then later killed the tribute from here. Nobody believed in her. Honestly I didn't think she'd survive, but she proved me wrong. Hopefully it made others realize anything is possible. It's such a shame for the district though. A little girl from ten killing the careers. Ha. I honestly wish I was her right now. Or when the tiny girl from eleven in the same games slit the throat of the guy from ten. It's so unexpected, and that's what makes things fun because most people don't expect things like that to happen. I secretly hope one of the tiniest careers here destroy him.

My eyes turn towards the faces in front of the letters. F. I'm letter F. F stands for failure. That's what everyone thinks I am. But I'm going to change it. F won't stand for failure anymore - it'll stand for fantastic. Fighting. Future. All of them, but right now it doesn't matter because something lurks in the maze. I keep my emotions clear as I move forward towards the maze. It's my time to shine. It's my time to show the world that I am a force to reckon with, and it's time to knock my brother off his high. It's time to show him that he can in fact be defeated. Like Cassius, Beatrice, Hannah, and Ares. It's time to fight. It's time to win.

table by Anzie <333

[jess]

O V E R T I M E O U R W I R E S C R O S S E D

C A L L I O P E ▲ K I N G S L E Y

My eyes travel over the rest of my opponents lazily, half-heartedly, as if I'm not really bothered by the fact that I will have to fight them. Which in itself is mostly true; there seem to be a few worthy opponents among them, like the ones with large muscles or the ones with looks on their faces like they're ready to kill. I don't even underestimate the smaller ones, the ones even smaller than me and lighter than me. Despite my appearance, I'm pretty strong, so my weight is larger due to the muscle. I don't flex my muscles like some of them do, but instead stand there, my eyes completely concealing every bit of emotion within. Don't try and read me. It's impossible. I cross my arms along my stomach and wait for something to happen, because I sure as hell ain't socializing here.

Before I know it, there's a way out and a choice. Lurk behind and wait for other people to leave, or leave first. I gaze at the gate labelled with my name, and smirk to myself. Calliope Kingsley. It's the kind of name that flows easily, making it easy to say and easy to remember. Yet there's something oddly beautiful about it - I like my name. The way it rolls off people's tongues and flows so well with a sentence. I can repeat it over and over in my mind. Calliope Kingsley. Calliope Kingsley. Calliope Kingsley. I take a step forward, the name chanting in my mind and it's probably not the audience but it sounds like it, and I take a few more steps and am greeted by a long corridor. There's no turning back. Calliope Kingsley. The voice repeats it, once, twice, three times more, and then I'm off.

I look back for only one second to try and meet the gaze of any of my opponents. I don't care who I looked at - whoever it was, I have offered them a challenge. They will be crushed, as will everyone here. Everyone except Calliope Kingsley. No teaming up. I don't care about that rule. I don't want to team up. From day two on there will be weapons in the mace. I laugh. That should be fun.


Are you ready?
But of course I am.

A shadowy figure takes my hand and it slots perfectly within the dark silhouette. "Then let's go, Calliope Kingsley."

"I think we shall."

T E M P L A T E B Y C H E L S E Y

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Alfan Cryer

Waiting in the tunnel, I'd hear the roar of the crowd, as the different career's entered the stadium. Last year I was in the crowd, but with much persuasion from my dad, I was in the arena. I hadn't bothered to enter these games before in the past, I was training for the real thing, not some fake piece of crap like this is. Although my dad's word's were right "They'll prepare you for the real thing!" This morning was the usual Cryer household chaos. My mum had begged my dad that I didn't enter these games. "What happens if he gets hurt?" The woman really did not have much faith in me, of course I won't get hurt, I am not here to get hurt. Me and my dad were escorted to the arena, this year it was a maze, exciting. Dad went up to the crowds and I went through the career's entrance. Being fashionably late, I hadn't had the chance to see who my contenders were, I'd just have to wait and see. "Kid, you're up next!" One of the organizers ushered me through the tunnel. The summer sun was at it's peak, as it's rays attacked my eyes, placing my hand over my brow, I'd enter the arena. "Another new face, Alfan Cryer!" The crowd cheered as my name was called, how can they cheer for me, they've litually just seen me for the first time. A reasonably small muscular kid, with combed hair and a grand smile. Waving to the audience, I'd take all the excitement in, going by my dad's words. "Get them excited over you, get all their attention on you." Peering to either side of me, I'd observe the competition. Different ages and sizes, a few tough looking ones, and weaklings. Some were even trembling in their boots, why would you bother signing up for this if you were shit scared? The first day, we had no weapons the announcers said, well that was easy enough for me. My main skills was knocking out boys with my fist. Being small, I was quick on my feet also, the crouch of a tall fellow being my main target.  Standing on my podium, I'd prepare for whatever came next.

OOC:Late entry YO