The Hunger Games discussion

The Chariots Are Now Open!

Roleplay your characters as they ride through on the Chariots! I'll be handling the final few stylings last-minute, so don't worry. They might not be the best costumes, but they'll be something. Here are your Chariot Partners!

Scarlette Winleve and Jaspur Playne
Noelle Stark and Connall Keenes
Yasmin Chang and Caleb McAlister
Azalea Alto and Jackson Everfeild
August Moon and Jerome Batin
Isabella Iserles and Matt Cove
Lilac Rosalind and Helio Angelos
Foxglove Jons and Philip Talyor
Victoria Welks and Bay Niles
Azure Cygnus and Jaxon Dirk
Melanie Bound and Jayda Jones
Ariah Sylvidas and Tryn Barrows

(asdfklsrjlkl WAIT I'm not ready)

(Totally not ready!)

((Not ready!))

((It's okay, just wait a little while. You don't have to post right now, I can't because I'm in school))

Jackson stood in his chariot, dressed in a turquoise tailored suit glimmering with a scale pattern. His close-cropped dark brown hair was impeccable, and he looked around. He raised a hand towards the crowd, the hint of a smile creeping up his face as they cheered.

((this will show you how much I care about him when you read Noelle's.))

Connall Keenes grinned at the crowd as his chariot drew out down the drive. Despite the straight posture he had to maintain so that he wouldn’t fall, he seemed relaxed. Casual, almost. His grin was nearly bored, bordering on insolent, and sarcastic. Infuriating if it weren’t so nonchalant.
The inverted, peaked crest of his thin metal crown drew between his brows, a thin band of metal around his head with elegant needle-like spikes jutting up like war crests around his head. The helm was meant to look intimidating, serious. But Connall didn't look all that serious.
His russet hair was mussed and styled, the wavy strands meant to style in communion with the metal helm. But one lock of hair was still in his face, a red-brown strand over one eye.
The modern armor suiting his lean frame looked as natural as a leather jacket. Black, supple leather framing his body, set with polished silver armor over it in a flexible defensive suit. The perfect representation of the military district.
Except for that devil-may care gleam in his hazel-green eyes, the sass in his grin.
Connall gave the stands a lazy, mischievous salute, eliciting laughter and waves. No flowers, because those were supposedly for girls. Well, so was makeup, and Connall was wearing a nice swath of black across his lids, bringing out the gold flecks in his eyes. And faint bronzer across his cheekbones.
His father was probably watching. What was he expecting? A perfect soldier boy of a son, the brutish imposing warrior that District 2 usually produced? Most likely he’d expected Connall to wait until eighteen, like everyone else.
A disappointment. Like always.
Connall tried to shrug it off, the way he handled most insults. He waved lazily to the stands, tilting his head at a camera as they passed by. He could see himself on the screens.
Sarcastic.
Irreverent.
A crowd favorite.
They were calling to him. Watching, pointing. The pressure was building on him to perform, to show them. To convince them that he wasn’t the coward he knew he was.
A white silk scarf fluttered down near his chariot. He leaned over the side, one long arm snatching the fabric out of the air. He tied it around his neck haphazardly, a sarcastic tribute to the ancient cloaks and capes that usually went with armor.
The silver shoulder pads gleamed over his black leather suit, reflecting golden light. He smiled at the people, letting the white silk trail over his shoulders and out the chariot back.
Like the military Tribute they expected him to be.

(aghhhh this was rushed, I had the first half done but the rest of it is just fudged on the spot)

Jaspur rode in the District 1 chariot. He was dressed head to toe in a red velvet suit, his wavy hair tastefully messy, his golden eyes shining in the light. He grinned at the crowd, who cheered as the District 1 chariot rode by. This is how I like it. All eyes on me. I'm going to win. I have to win.

Caleb stood next to his Chariot partner, Yasmin, wearing an all-black suit. His hair had proved to be untameable, and his stylist had eventually just given up and let it be messy. He looked around at the crowd with a calm, almost mysterious expression. They were cheering for him, although noticeably less than they cheered for the Careers. He turned back to looking straight ahead, unfazed. Despite the impending doom, he was calm. He was always calm. The only time he hadn't been calm was when Silas was reaped.

Silas, the only family he had, who would be left to survive on his own if Caleb didn't win.

So he had to try to win.
No, not even try.
He had to win.

Bay watched everyone from where he was standing on his chariot, Victoria was standing next to him, he was petrified. He knew he would lose but he didn't care, all he wanted was this to be over. He knew that it would break his mothers and sisters heart if he lost but he couldn't win either if it meant he had to kill someone.

Melanie Bound swallowed the lump lodged in her throat and waved to all the Capitol citizens, a timid smile playing on her lips. She was just barely aware of her Chariot partner Jayda as she realized she needed to play up the crowd. She did a tiny twirl in her gown, the light catching the gold material. The crowd erupted in cheers, as a dizzy Melanie took a bow, glad she hadn't tripped on the hem of her dress.

Dagger wrote: "Caleb stood next to his Chariot partner, Yasmin, wearing an all-black suit. His hair had proved to be untameable, and his stylist had eventually just given up and let it be messy. He looked around ..."

Yasmin stood calmly next to Caleb. Her long, elegant black gown fluttered in the breeze and the feathers around the top tickled her bare shoulders. The intricate designs on the dress shimmered in the light and the cape flowed behind her like its own little breeze. Her long, black hair was done in an intricate updo. She smiled softly at the crowd and gave a small wave. There were a fair amount of cheers.

Ariah stood on her chariot. Her dress was simple enough, a pastel blue with off-the-shoulder ruffled sleeves that ended at about knee level, but it was a bit revealing for her tastes. She wanted to go home, wanted to go somewhere, anywhere else, wanted to disappear from existence rather than be here. Every fiber of her being wanted her to get out of here, but she couldn't.

She looked up at the Capitol people, who weren't cheering much for the District 12 tributes. She had to make a good impression if she wanted sponsors. But, well, she didn't. She didn't want their help, their food, their money. She was a survivor, and she'd survive on her own. Maybe she'd win, just to spite them all. Maybe she'd be able to go home. Maybe she'd see her family again.

Maybe.

Victoria, who loved a crowd, smiled brightly and waved at the People of Panem, wondering how many sponsors she would receive from this event.
She winked at a few citizens in the crowd before taking her partner Bay's hand. A few cheers rang out and she could only hope the praise was for her…Well them.

Bay looked at Victoria and then at their hands linked, he was confused, why was she so happy.

Lilac was up on her chariot, and she looked like she might be having the time of her life. Her dress wasn't anything fancy - it was made from layers of brown fabric, obviously meant to look like tree bark. The girl didn't seem to mind being stared at, and she waved cheerfully at the crowd. She leaned over to Helio, her District partner and also best friend, and said, "Have you become one with the trees yet, my friend?" A large group of the Capitol people burst out laughing at that, and the rest began to as well, in that I'm-not-sure-what-just-happened-or-why-we're-laughing-but-I'm-gonna-laugh-anyway-because-I-don't-want-people-to-think-I-didn't-hear-the-joke way. Lilac struck a pose, with her hands on her hips and her head held high, giving her a very Wonder-woman-like effect. The crowd erupted into cheers for her, and you could tell the Capitol rather liked this goofball from District Seven.

Connall grinned at the people he passed, sending up another lazy salute as the crowd cheered. He heard his name called, saw people pointing and yelling. He laughed lightly, winking at the cameras. The crowd was going wild, and he was their focus.
The favorite district.
He was their Tribute.

Victoria quickly dropped Bay's hand and raised both of her arms, flailing them at the crowd wildly, as she began to whoop and holler along with their cheers. She had this in the bag.

Bay shook his head but forced a smile at the crowd

Fiona wrote: "Jerome grabbed August’s hand and lifted it up along with his. The crowd cheered loudly. Jerome didn’t exactly know who it was for, but hoped it was for them"

August looks at there hands and decides to ignore it.

Phillip fought back a yawn as he stuck his hands in his pockets of his suit jacket and faced the crowd. He caught the eye of a few young women and winked at them. That was his strategy. Flirt his way to the top. From the cheers he received, it seemed like a good plan. God, I hate these people, he thought, a strained smile on his handsome face.

Ayla ~when raindrops fell~ wrote: "Jackson stood in his chariot, dressed in a turquoise tailored suit glimmering with a scale pattern. His close-cropped dark brown hair was impeccable, and he looked around. He raised a hand towards ..."

Azzy stood next to Jackson with a convincing but fake confident expression, looking as cold and haughty as she usually does; as if she was high above everyone else in that flowing turquoise gown of hers. Her platinum blond hair was in a tight french braid and was tied with an icy blue ribbon that matched her Ice Queen eyes. Acting like this was second nature to her, but really all she wanted to do was be back home with her big family. Suck it up Lea. You cannot afford to think that way. She winked at the crowd and waved, seeming as if she was in her element.

Noelle Stark stood in her chariot, modern battle armor gleaming all over her body. Her graceful but athletic poise held so much power, however small she was. The helm covered the top of her head, but her dark hair cascaded out down her shoulders, midnight blue ends contrasting nicely with the gold of the armor.
It looked intimidating.
She looked intimidating.
But there was so much more. Her eyes glittered wildly. She was unhinged. And she knew it. She didn’t spare her chariot partner even a single look, knowing that the attention was on her.
Gold eyeshadow was brushed lightly over her eyelids, and her lips were dark red as always. Red had always had some kind of sentiment to her.
Everything fit perfectly, as though she were ready for battle. The armor fit her frame so well they looked like regular clothes. Instead of slowing her down or making her look bulky, it was the perfect style for the chariots, for her.
Her gaze flitted over the crowd, trying to pick out figures that she knew. Her parents were among them, drinking and celebrating. They weren’t even looking at the chariots. People came up to congratulate them, and she could practically hear them saying “congratulations!” Envy written all over their faces. Her parents’ shallow friends just cared about wealth and status. The games elevated wealth and status to a whole different level.
Of course, her parents would celebrate, not even trying to look at the show as they basked in their own glory. They were idiots, just like the rest of them. They practically worshipped the capitol, and threw a party after she was reaped.
Noelle felt Lilith’s anger start to rise, but she quickly squashed it down. She would not lose her temper in front of a crowd that favored her.
Instead, she decided on Mara. She winked as the crowd erupted, cheering as they got a reaction out of her. She smiled, expression glimmering with broken insanity. The crowd exploded again, throwing roses after roses at her.
Reaching out in midair, she caught one. A white one. Special. Placing a small kiss on the rose, bright red lip marks were now engraved, looking beautiful but deadly.
The rest of the red roses littered the floor of the chariot, but she didn’t care. She drank in the moment. Holding up her one white rose, she flicked her wrist and threw it somewhere back into the middle of the crowd. Someone caught it, whooping as they vowed to never let go of it.
Play the crowd. They had liked her from the start – a capitol favorite from district 2, glamorous looks, and high-up parents. But now they knew she was an actress. Born for the spotlight, whatever that meant. She had the attention, and she kept it.
Noelle didn’t want to scare the other tributes too much with viper glances.
They were already scared.
They were already jealous.
Of her.
All eyes were on her as the crowd fell silent. She raised her hand, waved again, and started blowing kisses out to the crowd. Almost immediately, the crowd lost it.
They went wild, chanting her name, clapping and shouting.
She didn’t care about her parents. She didn’t care about their friends. Everything she did had reasons. Everything she did was for herself, and her alone.
She had nothing left to care about, no one left to care about. Everyone she’d ever loved was gone. Straight to hell. She suspected she’d be going there, as well.
Whether or not by her own purposes, she couldn’t tell yet. She wasn’t exactly depressed – she wouldn’t let herself feel like that. Instead…she was shattered.
Straight down to the core.

(ughhhhh I LOVE HER)

(she and Connall are a very odd pairing)

Tryn felt stupid in his baby blue suit. It made him look fragile. Easy to beat. Which, he liked to think, he was not. He was strong, good with a bow and arrow. Which was good, because he needed to go home, to his district, to his family. He didn't even try to smile. He couldn't. How was he supposed to smile when he was being led to the slaughter for the entertainment of the Capitol citizens? He glared straight ahead, not even bothering to try and impress the Capitol. He didn't care what they thought. He just cared if he won.

( Oop, I was at lunch what did I miss??? )

Philip removed his hand from his suit pocket and gave the crowd a little salute. They whooped and hollered and he gave a genuine smile. He still detested the lot of them but if the citizens were going to help him win, then he'd glady throw a few smiles and winks their way.

((I'm in school so I'm just gonna do the basics))

Azalea brushed her braid back and let that calculating smirk of hers show, only occasionally sparing a glance at the crowd below her. Flirting or joking may not be her strong suits, but God, that girl can project her usually deeply hidden inner kick-butt self, that contrived grin of hers and cunning wink as she waved to only a couple of people causing chaos in the crowd surrounding the District chariots.


Her eyelids were dusted silver and metallic navy blue, framed by her thick eyelashes and jet black winged eyeliner, the look only adding to that hawk-like cobalt blue gaze of hers, sizing up the people around her, and turning away as if they didn't matter.

The key to her not becoming a huge meltdown mess like she usaully did when she was around loud noises and huge masses of people, was tat she didn't really look at their faces and definitely not their eyes. Maybe it looked like she didn't care enough, but the eyes were quite rightfully said to be the most powerful part of the human body. They were unnerving and moving, enough to change a person's thoughts and emotions by themselves. So she let them believe that she was as un-moving and powerful as she looked and avoided their gazes, barely being able to continue what she has been doing.

((Avaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa XD

"Lilac was up on her chariot, and she looked like she might be having the time of her life. Her dress wasn't anything fancy - it was made from layers of brown fabric, obviously meant to look like tree bark. The girl didn't seem to mind being stared at, and she waved cheerfully at the crowd. She leaned over to Helio, her District partner and also best friend, and said, "Have you become one with the trees yet, my friend?" A large group of the Capitol people burst out laughing at that, and the rest began...))

[[XD]]

Scarlette stares out at the sea of Capitolites, cheering her name like she is the only thing that matters to them. She hates it. She perfectly hates it. No matter how much she relishes the time when the adrenaline courses through her veins, when the screams fills her head, and she drowns out all the pain by giving others pain, she will never accept this plastic adoration that the Capitolites give her. Everything about them, their dizzying lights, attracting Careers like moths to an artificial flame, their fake smiles, their cheers.
As Caesar announces her name, she stands straight, staring right ahead, at where the track closes. Keep your eyes on the goal. The end of this track, of this fucking show and tell. That's what Caprice would want you to do. She hated them all anyways.
At the thought of Caprice, Scarlette's determination falters ever-so-slightly, and she almost makes an ungraceful stumble. But she regains herself just in time, and plasters a smile upon her face, eve though her very nature is rebelling against having to play these Capitolites' Games.
Her crimson dress fitted her much too tightly. She could practically feel her chest being revealed against her will, and, surely, the Capitolites gobble it up.
Red was always a good color. But you always preferred green.

Caprice's color was red.

Her stomach sinks at another morbid thought, but she keeps herself smiling like a Barbie doll.
Of course they gave me a dress, she thinks sourly, her mind getting angrier by the minute. (Fucking sick of all this perversion.) They gave me a dress, even though you've always hated them. What's he point of dressing up nicely if soon enough you'll be covered in mud and blood?
Stifling yet another sigh, she flips her reddish-golden hair, creating more cheers, and smiles even more widely.



Never mind the fact that she's dying inside.

AspiringAuthor wrote: "(ughhhhh I LOVE HER)

(she and Connall are a very odd pairing)"

((Aw thank youuuuuu and yeah lol))

AspiringAuthor wrote: "Connall Keenes grinned at the crowd as his chariot drew out down the drive. Despite the straight posture he had to maintain so that he wouldn’t fall, he seemed relaxed. Casual, almost. His grin was..."

(ooo you're good at thisss!!)

Dagger wrote: "((Avaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa XD

"Lilac was up on her chariot, and she looked like she might be having the time of her life. Her dress wasn't anything fancy - it was made from layers of brown fabric, obvio..."

- ᗰⵙ - wrote: "[[XD]]"

((I LOVE LILAC OMG XDDDDDD))

Ayla ~when raindrops fell~ wrote: "Noelle Stark stood in her chariot, modern battle armor gleaming all over her body. Her graceful but athletic poise held so much power, however small she was. The helm covered the top of her head, b..."

(QWEODB O SO GOODDD)

~AVACADO~ wrote: "Azalea brushed her braid back and let that calculating smirk of hers show, only occasionally sparing a glance at the crowd below her. Flirting or joking may not be her strong suits, but God, that g..."

(This darling is epic)

[[Sorry Bella! I’m writing Jaxon’s thing right now!]]

- ᗰⵙ - wrote: "[[Sorry Bella! I’m writing Jaxon’s thing right now!]]"

(Why are you apologizing...?)

[[Uh... I don’t know...?]]

Bella |It's like you disappeared| wrote: "Ayla ~when raindrops fell~ wrote: "Noelle Stark stood in her chariot, modern battle armor gleaming all over her body. Her graceful but athletic poise held so much power, however small she was. The ..."

((Thank you!!))

(okay...welp...did you enjoy Scarlette?

she's basically a mix of me and someone else.


mostly someone else tho.)

(And though you needn't apologize, i still forgive you XD!!)

Bella |It's like you disappeared| wrote: "(okay...welp...did you enjoy Scarlette?

she's basically a mix of me and someone else.


mostly someone else tho.)"

((Yessssssss!! (even if you weren't asking me) who else is she? if you don't mind me asking?))

(view spoiler)[(is it Alyssa?) (hide spoiler)]

(thank you!! And she's a...a friend I know...if she was a D1 Career obviously XD)

[[Scarlette is amazing!

Haha! XD]]

AspiringAuthor wrote: "[spoilers removed]"

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(Thank you Foxes (IDK which one of you it is soooo))