IC - The Hunger Games

[Comissar]

Each and every tribute has now arrived at the Capital. Following an extensive cleaning and preparation, you're rushed to your own personal stylist. Taking your measurements with both speed and precision, they produce a wardrobe themed to what your district is known for.

From the stylists chambers, you are escorted down to a large chamber, filled with commotion. Twelve chariots are arranged in a crescent shape, each bears a stylised rendition of the twelve different district symbols. Once mounted in the chariots, you are lead down a long road flanked by vast stands, filled with cheering capital citizens.

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Post (In no particular order), what your outfit looks like and how your character holds themselves during the ride. When everyone has posted, President Snow will address you and then I will compile this into a post on the hunger games channel.

[Fighting_Ferret]

District 4 gets the old merman/mermaid treatment. No shirts, just body paint and fins. Ianthe at least has the sparse modesty offered by her seashell brasier, although there was talk of doing without it. Her hair is styled down loose over her shoulders with shells and seaweed arranged in it. Thestor is relatively lacking adornment. Ianthe thinks that the whole merfolk thing may have been done to death. but at least the stylist this year made them look real unlike the usual costumes.

Ianthe holds her head up while looking into he crowd, making her smiles seem to go to individuals rather than just the mass of people. She waves enthusiastically, especially to small children. Thestor on the other hand stands a bit stoically. He isn't smiling, but he does concede to wave at the crowds.

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[Erik Vale]

District 5 is a place known well for two talents. Power production, and magic, particularly experimentation. Something their chariot shows more this year than any year, with one of the reaped a mage, and the other one who worked in the power stations.
And they were dressed to show it off. The man, Alex Magesong is dressed as the stereotypical mage, gray robes with pointed hat and all, a short staff in hands which he beats rhythmically on the bottom of the chariot, a bowl of glowing liquid much like a lamp changing color to the beats. The woman, Hayl Levit dressed in a provocative version of her old uniform, one hand on a unnecessary turbine that was attached to a over-sized lightglobe, that shone with a [not too] bright white light.

Hayl had a smile plastered on her face, looking for the life of her like she was having a ball, while Alex dourly stares about. Eventually her hand takes his and she holds their arms aloft to the crowd.

[Ajadea]

District 6 looks rather more ridiculous than usual. Even with the height boost of a convenient box, Liss doesn't come up to Antogg's shoulder. She looks like a doll, dark eyes wide and red curls draped over her shoulders. Her gown is old-fashioned and looks like an extension of their chariot as much as anything else. A wheel forms an elaborate and oversized collar around her neck, and her long dress is the same color as the chariot. There are rectangular windows running down the length of it, showing the silvery cloth underneath and tiny appliques peering through each one. Her sleeves are translucent and slashed, fluttering at the slightest breeze. They flap madly from side to side as Liss leans this way and that, beaming widely and waving at all the cameras, even blowing one a kiss with a mischievous smirk.

[IamL]

District 9: grain. The typical outfits involve gaudy amounts of wheat plastered all over in a modpodge that a five year old could design, but the designers decided to be a tad more dramatic this year, Solomon dressed in an outfit reminiscent of the Grim Realer, whilst Camile is dressed as Demeter, or another goddess of the harvest. Solomon is put into a grey-black hooded cloak. He has a large (albeit dulled) scythe familiarly grasped in his hand, which is cocked to the side, the cold metal of the shaft sitting in the curve of his thin fingers, deadly steel of the blade arcong down in front of his face. The hood of the cloak is pulled loosely over his head; it sits just far back enough to allow the audience to see his face whilst still throwing shadows onto his face.

Camile is dressed provocatively, but not for the sole reason of sex appeal. She wears a dress befitting of a goddess of the harvest, a mix of light tan and greens, covering only what it needs to. The seams of the dress, rather than being hidden, are accentuated and make the whole dress draw to mind the image of a field of grains. She wears a laurel wreath on her head.

They stand on a chariot with a well-concealed lighting system, and as they move past the crowd, darkness seems to erupt from Solomon and white and green light shines from Camile, mixing and swirling to form a yin/yang symbol before dissipating into the Capital air.

Solomon is wearing his trademark smirk on his face, and he waves to the crowd, occasionally spinning his scythe in his right hand before bowing. Camile appears warm and friendly, and waves to the crowd in a seemingly genuine manner.

[Entaris]

District 12, the district known for miners and the impoverished, got a grand, if grim, introduction. The tributes were ushered forth on the back of two coal-black nightmares attached to a chariot seemingly carved of old driftwood and lashed with bands of black iron. Atop this chariot, Lox stood sneering, ashen smoke pouring from between his teeth, gushing out in gouts as he threw his head back in cackling laughter, shaking his manacles which shot out from beneath the sleeves of his tattered grey cloak, which was cinched about his waist to accentuate his emaciated form. The female tribute, dressed prettily enough in a trailing dress covered in so many gems and precious metals that the original fabric was lost in the mosaic, merely stood quietly staring at the floorboards as though awaiting execution.

[Rysc]

Near the end of the line, District 11. The female tribute, Trefoil, is dressed as some sort of forest spirit, or a goddess of plants. The skirt of her dress appears to be made out of various leaves and flowers, which, upon closer examination, are approximations of those of various edible plants. Her dark hair flows loose over her shoulders, and two small antlers sprout from her headdress.

Trefoil stands straight and tall, but seems to be unfocused from the parade and what is actually happening. As the chariot is pulled out, a hint of a smile appears on her face, and remains for the rest of the ride as she gazes out across the crowds, though she appears to be focused on something else beyond them. She doesn't wave, but partially lifts her hand as the chariots approach the podium.

[Metroid33]

Jibril rode out on the second chariot, her hair flowing out behind her. The final out fit chosen for her was a beautiful set of Valkyrie armor, small feathery wings sprouting out from he back and on the helmet on her head. The stylist hadn't done the usual goal of provocative clothing and went for a much more elegant look.

As she moved down the street she look out to the crowd, not waving, but smiling, and not the crazed smile she showed at the reaping but the prettiest one she could find. Hoping to earn the affection of someone out there. When the reach the podium Jibril bowed her head to President Snow for a brief moment and then lifted it again stairing straight at him.

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[Wild_West_Ninja]

Standing tall and serious next to Treefoil, dressed as a god of the forest, Talas gazes out over the crowds.
He itches at his fake beard.

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[Jacior]

Almost in contradiction of Jibril's smooth and polished appearance, James was rough and craggy. His artist had gone with a more exposed look than Jibril, but you wouldn't really be able to tell. A combination of prosthetics, paint and colored contacts made him from the slightly lanky looking youth that had volunteered, into a man that looked carved from the stoneworks that were centralized in District 2. Jibril might have been elegant, but even with his short height, James looked imposing. He tried to match Jibril's smile, but just ended up grinning that stupid grin of his. Much like her though, he didn't take to waving at the crowds.

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[Congruent Bob]

Leading the line of chariots, was District 1. Goelev and Athena stood on a chariot seemingly made out of gold and silver, making it shimmer brightly and stand out, arguably too much. Goelev was dressed in fine Dwarven robes, with a helmet that had two gold horns protruding from the top, and he wielded a finely engraved battleaxe as tall as himself in his hand opposite to Athena, resting the bottom on the chariot. It had to be made clear that the 4ft figure that looked way too fat to be a halfling or gnome was in fact a dwarf, and the outfit made sure of that. Athena was also dressed in matching robes, but without the dwarven theme.

Neither tribute even attempted to hold hands, but both waved to the crowd enthusiastically, attempting to portray confidence. It is hard to see Goelev's huge grin under his big ginger beard, but the vigorous waving as high as he could reach was enough to show his apparent joy at the head of the pack.

[Molosse]

My district has decided elegant Top-Hats are the way to go,combo'd with some tastefully appointed evening wear, Chester looks particularly... Marvelous

The lass is enjoying the spectacle, taking in the varied sights and loving the sheer panoply of it all. Chester is grinning a toothy grin sketching elaborate bows in the chariot.

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[Hamste]

Sheila tried to wave and smile as much as she could but she realized no one was likely to care what the people in the chariots were doing. It was all about the costume and how much confidence you had. She stood as straight as she could in an aggressive stance.

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Here is what their costumes look like only a much brighter green.


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[Apropos]

Odath Fergusson, District 7

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This is ridiculous... He would only grumble inwardly. Outwardly, Odath had been instructed to thrust his chest out grin on, and otherwise affect as much confidence as he could in his silly outfit. If it could be called that. They hadn't even given him shirt.

They fitted him with some leather half shirt thing which only went around his abdomen and showed off his muscular form, only covering his sides. He wore emerald gauntlets which covered his hands down to his elbows and some other part that only covered his neck up until his shoulders and pectorals. Next, the extremely constricting undergarments, which were after covered by a skirt made of some very fine quality fabrics in green and splashes of brown. The worst thing however, were the branches that were sticking out of his shoulders and arms. Christmas Trees don't even look this dumb he thought. He wanted out of this situation, but he couldn't figure one out that would prevent him from going to jail or worse.

[omnitricks]

District 6. Transport. Antogg could not get how the stylists were able to find something for him to wear relating to his district's specialty but there he was on top of the chariot.

The half orc stood right up in his suit. It was nothing as special as the other districts but it was good. Simple like one of those chauffeurs in the pasta. As form fitting as it was, it able to show the body his entire race was known for and with his arms crossed he was able to bring out the appearance he was going for even more. Not intimidating, just serious. That discussion in the train with team District 6 was fruitful when he thought back to it. As soon as the reapings were shown, Antogg knew that District 6 would stand out because of their abnormal size pairings...

And if Liss wants to make all the friends, do all the talking, Antogg was going to let her do it. He was smart enough to know his own abilities and talking to people, making them want to help him was not one of them which was why he stood behind the halfling. Like a bodyguard or...maybe just another follower. Better if Liss took more of the attention off him and did all the talking.

[Comissar]

The chariots ride in line, starting with district 1 and leading all the way back to district 12. The ride is a bit extensive, as the horses lead the 24 of you down several long roads. Giant view screens are scattered about, showing the 24 of you up close. The entire way, the sides of the road are packed tightly with capital citizens. The cheers are so loud that it feels like every one of them is screaming at the top of their lungs. They applaud. They cheer. They throw flowers at you. But each one of them looks at you with a odd sort of obsession.

After what seems like a long time, the chariots finally arrive at the end of a road with a huge stage towering above. The horses are so well trained that they automatically branch off into two rows of tributes. When all twelve chariots have finally parked, the crowd finally begins to quiet. Atop the stage, you can make out a older man who appears powerful simply by his walk to the podium.

Drinking a potion, he speaks out and his voice booms so loud that all of you can hear him clearly. It is President Snow! His speech is short and sweet.
"Welcome... Welcome...
Tributes. We Welcome you.
We salute your courage and your sacrifice.
And we wish you... a Happy Hunger Games.
May the Odds be ever in your favor."
With that, the crowd cheers loudly once more. President Snow gives a wave, and once more the horses begin to move. Your next stop being the skyscraper where you'll be staying.

The parade has finally ended.

[Comissar]

The next day you are taken to the training building. Inside is a large sized gymnasium. Spread about are over a dozen different 'stations'. Each one contains a different element of training. Melee Weapons. Thrown Weapons. Ranged Weapons. Climbing. Fire Building. Camouflage. Poison Making. Edible plants. Starting a fire. Etc.

And of course, the other 11 district Tributes are all here as well. They have been dressed in the same generic black outfits with green trim. Like cattle you have been herded together in one place. Nearby over a dozen peacekeepers stand at the ready, watching your every move. And overlooking the gymnasium is a sky-box. There a large group of capital people have gathered, sitting comfortably drinking fine wine and judging your every move.

Pushing through the peacekeepers is a tall man, well over six feet tall. His hair is buzzed short, his muscles bulging, and a scar goes down the side of his face. With a strong and loud whistle, he calls everyone's attention and gets an immediate silence.

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Barking like the former drill instructor that he is, he begins to speak to the Tributes. "Listen up Tributes! In two weeks, 23 of you will be dead. Only one of you will be alive! If you want to be that one, you need to pay attention to what I am about to say!

First off! There will be no fighting with the other tributes. If you try and fight with them, we will put you down. Hard! There will be plenty of time to kill each other later.

There are going to be four compulsory exercises. The rest will be individual training. I suggest you don't ignore the survival skills. Everyone idiot wants to grab a sword. However statistically the fact is 10 percent of you will die from infection. 20 percent from exposure or dehydration. And that is in terrain that isn't hostile. They will chew you up and spit you out just as easily as a blade!"


The first exercise is simple sparring. Each of you is paired off with another tribute that is similar of size. You are given a hard foam weapon sword. You spend an hour functioning with the foam weapons, attempting to block your opponents strikes while they attempt to block yours. Instructors walk all around, watching your progress and giving you pointers.

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Proficiency is irrelevant in this test.
Those with a BAB of +0 perform poorly. Those with a BAB+1 perform moderately. Those with a +2 BAB perform excellent.

The second exercise is just as exhausting as the first. An obstacle course has been created. It starts with two laps around the jogging track, followed by dodging through tires, and climbing over obstacles.

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Make a DC 12 fort Save. Failing gains you the fatigued condition.

If you can make a DC 15 Jump Check (Acrobatics), you may add 2 to this check. Failure reduces your save by 1 as you trip and hit your face.

If you can make a DC 20 Climb check, you may add 4 to this check. If you fail, you reduce your save by 2 as you fall off a rope.

You may take 10 on the skill checks.

You can make your rolls in your personal IC if you like, and translate the results into posts here.

[Erik Vale]

Alex picks out Thestor for the sparring, His bladework is unskilled, but every now and again he'd pull off a feint that'd allow him to land a solid blow on Thestor... But it's clear who'll end up with the most bruises by the end.
And those aren't the last of the bruises, as he trips over things and fails horribly while climbing. However his pacing means that by the end of it despite being red and bruised, he appears only slightly puffed... Throughout the entire time he has perhaps said 5 words, all while maintaining a dour and serious expression.

[Entaris]

Lox, having immediately rolled up his sleeves to expose his arm tattoos, flicked the foam sword between his fingers disdainfully. How was he supposed to hurt people with THIS? The elf huffed, rolling his eyes and taking in his opponent who Lox remembered as the boy from the grain district.

Must be great to live in a district full of food. He sneered to himself as the boy lunged at him, the lack of weight int he weapon making his parry go wide and allowing the boy to lip him in the chin. Lox snarled and crouched low like an animal, waggling his fingers and chanting to himself.

When next the boy lunged, loud sirens went off all around the pair. Lox growled triumphant as her took advantage of the distraction and rammed the plastic pommel of the sword directly into the boy's crotch, pouncing on him to hit him again and again until the Peacekeepers pried him away.

The next event was more boring than the first, though Lox did manage to knock a few kids down off their obstacles, cackling as he dropped down onto the safe side each time, garnering a glare from the established guards and the muscle-bound scarred guy.

[Metroid33]

Jibril moves up to the Half-Orc Sheila, "Lets do this" She picks up a foam sword and begins the fight, possibly one of the more energetic fights. They go back and forth Jibril bring in the speedy and deft dodging while Sheila brings in the brute strength Trading blows but mostly blocking each other, as time goes by jibril lands more light hits, while the occasional hit Sheila gets in, hits hard.

After this they go through the obstacle course Jibril makes it through the jumps but falls of the rope, although after all that she manages to stay hydrated and alive.

[Hamste]

The foam weapons weren't great but at least they could allow her to get her aggression out. Sheila was a bit surprised that someone from district 2 wanted to spar with her but she was happy to get to beat on someone who at least looked a bit tough. She tried to hit as hard as possible with her weapon but she didn't hit nearly as much as she wanted to. As the sparring went on she got more and more aggressive with her attacks as she tried to get through the defences. It wouldn't have been so bad if her opponent hit harder but she hardly felt her opponent’s attacks and it enraged her that her opponent wasn’t hitting as hard as she could. By the end of it she had worked herself up into a fury and smashes her sword as hard as she could against Jibril's utterly destroying the fake sword.

During the exercises it is obvious she is still fuming and she had difficulty even completing the course. By the end of it she seems to have calmed down a bit and looks quite tired.

[Fighting_Ferret]

Ianthe gets paired up with the female tribute from District 8, Willow. Both girls manage to hit each other, even though neither one is a particularly good fighter., but Ianthe appears to have landed more hits and in return been hit less. Still all this swinging swords and jumping about was a bit tiring.

In the obstacle course Ianthe manages to complete the run and breezes through the tire section, despite her stamina and strength dwindling. She falls off the ropes in the climbing section, as her strength finally succumbs to the day's strain. Although tired from her exertions, she tries to maintain her outward calm and confidence.

[Rysc]

Trefoil grips the foam sword tightly as she eyes her sparring partner, the girl from District 12. Sel, or something like that. Though she doesn't fight very fluidly, she manages to block more blows and land more hits than the other girl.

Next the obstacle course. The night after the parade hadn't gone well with Trefoil, and this shows as she stumbles tiredly around the track. The obstacle course didn't go much better, with the girl falling off the ropes, and being shoved off several other obstacles by the tattooed male from 12. In the end, she retreats silently to a corner of the area, bruised and exhausted.

[IamL]

Solomon doesn't perform terribly during sparring, though he doesn't do too well either.

That strike to the groin throws him off his game significantly during the obstacle course. He climbs excellently, but the nausea caused by the strike combined with the strenuous exercise causes him to throw up about two thirds of the way through the course, unable to finish.

[Ajadea]

Liss is even tinier in person than she was on camera, not even coming up to the waists of most people. Her red curls refuse to stay bound in their ponytail and her jacket is at least one size too big for her and bunches around her midsection oddly. She's tied the ends of the sleeves in place with matching ribbons. It doesn't help.

By default, she's sent to spar with Kijin, as they are the closest in size. The gnome girl is still at least a head taller than her. Liss smiles and extends a hand to shake. "Liss, District 6. Nice to meet you," she says brightly. Cheerfully, even. If anything about being reaped bothers her, she's doing an excellent job hiding it. She's passable with the foam sword, parrying and dodging with more enthusiasm than true skill. Most of her blows are glancing. When the instructor comes over, she giggles, somewhat inappropriately. "This is exciting, isn't it? I've never used one of these before!" She waves her hands expansively, encompassing the entire training room with a wobbly sweep. The moment of levity is lost as quickly as it began, and she makes another lunge.

Her skill on the obstacle course leaves much to be desired. It's simply built for people who are taller, with longer legs and stronger bodies. She slips and gets up and slips again, good cheer fading away to single-minded determination. Her face is blank, like a mask, when she finishes, and she is sweating heavily.

[Apropos]

Odath turned to face his opponent as soon as they were paired. He seemed to be sizing up the half-orc but did so with a blank emotionless stare. They were both fairly tall, but Antogg might have been built more heavily. As they walked to a sparring zone, Odath introduced himself with a strange mirth, like a robot programmed to do so, mechanical rather than organic. "Hi," he said, "I'm Odath Fergusson 17, District 7." He reached out his hand to shake and stretched his lips to smile.

After receiving their practice swords, Odath made a few test swings, slicing at the air between them. To a passerby, he seemed fairly calm, but to someone close enough to pay attention, like Antogg, they would see a quiet rage building. Irrational and inexplicable - but there - behind his long face. When they fought - and it was a fight - Odath lunged and hammered with abandon. Wild and untrained but honed by instinct and a powerful body. A more skilled fighter might best him, but not by much.

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Odath is quick on his feat and jumps each hurdle with ease, but he trips several times on the tires and once on his own foot, falling face-first. Embarrassed and exhausted, Odath finally catches up to that tiny little girl who he was definitely ahead of just then.

[Jacior]

James gets paired up with the guy from District 1, Goelev. Being a lot shorter than most of the guys matched him up better with the taller than average dwarf. His "blade" work is excellent though, parrying and striking easily among the best of the tributes. That isn't to say he came out unscathed, with the dwarf landing a few choice blows. It almost seems like James stops trying a couple times and lets a few more blows through, but it could just be the onlookers imagination.

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When it comes to the obstacle course however, he lets loose. He takes an early lead when it comes to the running track and the tires, his feet moving swiftly through the rings. He similarly excels at the jump and the climbing, keeping his advantage and away from the psycho that was pushing people around on the course. By the time he reaches the end, first of the group, he's breathing hard and sweating a little, but otherwise seems unfazed by the course. He looks back at the others as they cross, grinning that same stupid grin he'd had at the Reaping.

[Congruent Bob]

As for Goelev in this pairing, he decides not to try too hard in the combat. He didn't want to cause trouble before the game, and he knew making enemies for silly reasons would be the worst idea. Nevertheless, he defends flawlessly, and hits hard when his opponent gave him the opportunity. "A sword?" Goelev exclaimed loudly, "Give me an axe, a proper weapon, and I'll show you my true skill!" His vanity, he hoped, would be intimidating.

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In the endurance test, Goelev used his training to his advantage. He completed the course with minor difficulties, mostly from trying to fit through the tires, but his strength paid off there, just about. He finished breathing heavily, but was (even more) full of confidence having seen the others find difficulty, a surprise to him.

[Comissar]

Following the assault course, a group of orderlies arrive in the compound and begin to clear away parts of the track. At the same time, they start to piece together what appears to be a gigantic screen with some kind of number pad in front of it. Whilst this is going on, several of the tributes begin to disperse from the finishing line of the track. Athena heads over to the weapon racks without hesitation, picking out a bow and practicing her archery skills. Thestor sees this and, with little hesitation, heads over to join her, though he seems content to watch her practice for the time being. The two are soon joined by Kevin, who walks up to one of the practice dummies, picking up a knife along his way. The tributes from 8 mill about a bit, working their way over to one of the survival stations. Between them, they start trying to work out how to start a campfire. Tempra heads over to a table laden with various plants and begins to examine each one.

Hayl and Camile simply sit on a bench a short distance from where the running track ended, the two soon fall into a conversation, though the words are hard to make out. Kijin, the gnome, heads over to yet another of the survival stations. This one is apparently dedicated to teaching the worker where they can find different foodstuffs in the wild. Sel heads off to a bench on her own, keeping an eye on the others.

[Rysc]

Having somewhat regained her breath, Trefoil ventures over to the table with the plants, keeping as far away from Tempra as she can. She starts picking the plants up and looking them over, quickly running her fingers over the various leaves and stems--though from time to time her eyes dart up as she warily watches the others.