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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 14, 2015 1:33:02 GMT
(cx no problem...)
Isabelle and Opal both waited to see what was to come.
Isabelle, being from District 1, already knew what she wanted her costume for the ceremonies to look like and hoped she woukd get something similar.
Summer, stylist for District 3, waited for the tributes to arrive.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 14, 2015 1:38:13 GMT
(it's at the parade)
Nitara waited, surrounding by other chariots full of tributes. Some weak boy from her district stood next to her. She only felt a tiny bit bad that she had never known he existed until the reaping, but oh well. She couldn't know EVERYBODY.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 14, 2015 1:42:49 GMT
(Ok)
Isabelle stood by the tall npc boy from her district. She wore a pretty, flowing, long dress that sparkled when the light hit it. She wore a small bit of makeup that also sparkled, and accented her features, and her hair was woven with strands of the sparkly fabric. She gazed around at the other tributes.
Opal stood calmly in a flowing, blue dress of many shades that rippled when she moved, so that she appeared to be a stream of water.
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Post by goldenleaf on Feb 15, 2015 0:28:33 GMT
(SO confused-when do the stylists get to come into play?)
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 15, 2015 17:35:35 GMT
(No idea... no spammimg Goldy  ) Isabelle's gaze swept over the other tributes. A few caught her eye. A pretty, brave looking girl from District 7. A weak npc. And a tall, kinda cute boy from District 11; Peter was his name, as she remembered from watching the recap of the reaping. |
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 15, 2015 23:13:35 GMT
(well the stylists basically just design the dresses for the parades and such and then you can also rp them as they watch the games- also, isabelle is first up in the parade so start whenever you're ready spotty)
Nitara looked at all the other tributes in their chariots, evaluating them. Some of them looked as if they might be a bit tough to take down, but she liked a challenge.
Peter looked over to the girl from District 1, Isabelle. She was pretty. Too bad she would probably kill him.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 16, 2015 0:20:43 GMT
Isabelle stepped into her chariot and smiled at her district partner as their chariot rolled out and they were greeted with cheers ftom the crowd. Isabelle gave a smile and waved to the audience, seemingly leaving a trail of glitter as the District 1 chariot moved forward.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 21, 2015 23:43:39 GMT
Peter's heart pounded in his chest. It would soon be his turn.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 22, 2015 3:59:55 GMT
Spotty just realized that Opal was the next non npc...
Opal plastered a false smile on her face as the District 4 chariot rolled forward. Her dress rippled like a stream, throwing of blue colors as the light hit it. She concealed her nervousness and waved to the crowd.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 22, 2015 5:09:32 GMT
Leah squeezed her eyes shut as the horses pulled her chariot a few feet forwards. She only opened her bright blue eyes when the boy from her district nudged her to let her know that they were out in the open now. She forced a smile upon her face. Her electric blue dress was pointed at the bottom into stiff, jagged lightning bolts. Her hair was twisted into a neat bun with two bright blue bolts stuck into it to hold it up. She wore blue gloves and the entire ensemble was glowing. She missed her old solid colored long sleeves shirts and blue jeans. This was too extravagant. FAR too extravagant. And the designer hadn't given her any sleeves. Now she was cold and exposed. She tried to shrink back behind the chariot as she continued to smile nervously. Facing the crowd might be even scarier than being killed.
Jess gripped the sides of the chariot tightly as it suddenly jerked forward. His turn ALREADY? Well that was fast. He didn't even try to smile as he was shown to the crowd.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 28, 2015 22:46:42 GMT
Isabelle looked up and caught sight of herself on the large screens. Her costume was practically glowing in the sunset. She smiled as the District 1 chariot continued leading the procession.
Opal looked around. Many others had stunning costumes. She hoped her fake smile looked real enough to the crowd. Smiles = pleased crown = sponsors = survival.
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Post by goldenleaf on Mar 1, 2015 23:05:46 GMT
(GAH i know I need to rp on here but I don't know how to start. Could you guys give me like an idea?)
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Post by spottedleaf on Mar 2, 2015 2:34:55 GMT
(Just have your character's chariot roll out and describe their costume and feelings about it or something...)
Opal got tired of smiling and stopped, staring straight ahead, thinking about the upcoming Games.
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Post by horselover on Mar 2, 2015 3:59:37 GMT
Horsey prayed she was still allowed to rp her characters
Holly, a mentor for District 7, looked at her tributes. Nitara, her female trainee, and the NPC male trainee. She shook her head, blonde hair staying in its not-so-perfect bun as she hoped and hoped for her tributes.
The twenty-four year old looked out at the crowd, unflinching. His short, plain black hair was combed as he watched the entry of the tributes. His golden tattoos added to his relatively normal Capitol look.
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Post by goldenleaf on Mar 3, 2015 1:04:41 GMT
As Dahlia's chariot rolled out, she was suddenly overwhelmed with the light which made her confused because the only thing she felt was dark. There were so many people and so many noises that Dahlia felt she might die. At least it would be here instead of in the arena. But then she smiled real big and waved like a princess because she had just remembered her cause: Jude. Jude was probably somewhere watching her drive out in the chariot and if Dahlia showed fear, Jude would feel it. They were connected that way, a way that a sister can only be connected to her brother. So, that day as she sparkled in the sun, she waved at the bright lights and people and just kept thinking over and over and over: after this, you can win, after this you can win, after this you can win, until finally, she believed it.
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