The Hunger Games

I know, but I'm just planning ahead! Ooh, the interviews will be cool too.

Haha, yes I love your idea for the layout!! There'll be some interesting drama that comes from that sort of terrain, I can already imagine. Yes, the interviews! Ahhhhhh! I'm so excited. Caesar (sp?) Flickerman was crimson red, the color of blood, the year our Hunger Games are occurring O_O

xDD Lmfao, that's so random.
The Capitol freaks me out.
XD TEll me the order of things again?

Is it...
Parade --> Public Practice --> Private Practice w/ scores --> Interview --> into games?

Yeah, I think that's right, because he asks the tributes what they think of their scores, doesn't he?

Oh yay! I actually did something right. Want me to start?

Sure, I don't see why not. We have to get this thing started sometime!
Start with the stylists getting your tributes ready for the parade.

Caspian: Despite the fact that I was in the Hunger Games, nothing here really surprised me. For one, my older brother went through this entire thing and I watched him through every moment of the games that he went through. He talked about getting changed, and I cried for weeks when he died in the Games. Would I win? Probably not. The odds were low and Careers were all over the place now a days. I was being designed as a lumberjack: which meant a flannel shirt, ripped up jeans, black boots, and then yellow suspenders. At the moment, they were taking my really curly black hair and edging it up at the corners, to give it a neater look. I cringed when it hit the back of my neck, my skin sensitive there. They were making me wear the flannel shirt open to show off my muscles. How ironic.

Ashlee: The games weren't for me. I was too beautiful to fight. But sadly, I got reaped. HOW DARE MY SISTER NOT VOULENTEER FOR ME? I mean, seriously, she was 17! I'm 14... is she just going to let me die like that? I was currently leaning back, my neck resting on a sink edge while my hair was being dyed... green! I mean, really, green? They were going to give me brown stilletos and a cute brown dress to have a tree-like appearance.

Iliana: Ew, they were really going to force me into a dress? Anyone from back home would know I hadn't picked this out, thankfully. I was a jeans and a T-shirt kind of person. Not a dress person. The one my stylists had picked out for me was a made of a silky material, that was died with all shades of blues and greens, and was extremely long, letting it layer over itself. The effect was that I looked to be enveloped in the sea. Then they wove strands of the same material into portions of my hair, along with tiny pearls. If I were the girly type then I would love this and would be twirling around like an idiot. Being the tom boy I was, I gave credit to my six brothers, I detested the ensemble with all my heart. Especially when they added matching gladiator heels that went up to my knees. How the hell did anyone walk in these things?

Corrigan: I didn't even try struggling against the stylists when they shoved me into a white suit, to represent the stars that guarded sailors. When we were parading through the Capitol I was to flick a switch and tiny fairy lights would glow, finishing the look. And my shoes were mirrored, which would reflect the lights and obscure my feet. This would give the impression that I was floating, like a real star.

(Anybody......... anybody at all?)

(haha, hopefully they'll notice we started and chime in!)

Alia: The stylists plucked me like an apple from a tree, taking off the hair and brushing my kinky, afro-esque hair back. I pressed my lips together when they reach a mat, and brush through it. "Let it pouf," my stylist, Ajila, said. "it looks good with her face shape."

They put it into my usual style, a giant poof around my face, and I smiled. They put me in a long, gauzy wheat colored dress, with ballet flats. I stared at my reflection. They added gold earrings as well. I ran a hand through my hair. "Wow," I murmured. This was a luxury.

yay!

Are we starting from the interviews or cornucopia?

The parade, then the training sessions (public then private w/judging), then the interviews and finally the cornucopia.

Rose: I stared at the giant pink spool of thread I was supposed to wear. This is a piece of crap. They picked THIS out of all choices? Holy crap.

(haha hi!)

(hello!!!! I kicked some major butt in debate round one. even though we lost :/ BUT i took second in speaker points

(AWESOME! Even though I don't understand half of what you just said )

I missed out on a lot, huh?

You can just jump in where you want.

(Speaker points are a good thing. The judge gives you points for speaking well. but in the end, we lost.)

(Anybody?)

(haha, I think we have to wait for everyone to post their intros :/)

(WE BEAT THE BRAINIAC SCHOOL IN DEBATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

Can we skip ahead, I really wanna do this.