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Hunger Games RP w/ alexiis & Serendibite
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Hunger Games RP w/ alexiis & Serendibite"I dunno, why not, right? We're aaaalllll gonna miraculously perish at each other's hands soon anyways, so what's the harm in having a little fun?"
She raised an eyebrow. "You really call of this...fun?"
"Don't threaten me with a good time, alright sweet cheeks?"
Minya flinched. "You're so weird." She muttered.
"Uh huh... Sure, I guess."
Minya's face lit up. "Yaaay! We're gonna be the dream team."
"But if it's really that difficult to say my name, just call me Mar..."
She frowned. "I think Daidsbajrwk suits you better."
"Leila. That's a nice name...?"
as you can tell raiyhan isn't the best at conversations
"....oh- I'm Raiyhan...Vale."
He stuck his hand out.
"Pleased to...uh....meet....you?"
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"Sure do! I mean, if the Capitol has fun with this nonsense, why shouldn't I?" Mei's tone almost seemed to turn bitter upon the mention of the Capitol, and it continued onwards. "Especially when they give us the oh so gracious pleasure to fall in an arena instead of their poor excuse for an apocalyptic simulation, right? Like come on! Show a bit more enthusiasm, eh?" Every word had a sharp edge clinging onto it, and et she still kept up the same demeanor she held this entire time.
"You're so weird."
Mei gave a sigh, then lightened up a bit, relaxing her stance and stepping back from Minya's face. "Mission accomplished then, right?"
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"Yaaay! We're gonna be the dream team."
Dream team, huh? Like that would go well. Mar hadn't planned on teaming up with anyone, he was opposed to the idea actually, so guess he would have to figure something out.
"I think Daidsbajrwk suits you better."
He almost groaned at that comment, instead shrugging once again and making his way back to his seat while he ate his own little snacks. It was almost like she was mocking him at this point...
But hey, he had been called worse, not like it would matter in the end anyways.
"Whatever floats your boat, Maelynn..."
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"Leila. That's a nice name...?"
Her voice was getting smaller and smaller as time went on, but she still made the effort to speak. "Thanks... Yours is uh... Nice too, I guess." She muttered, still unable to look directly at him.
Well, that is, until he stuck his hand out. She looked over at it for a moment, slowly bringing her arm out to shake it.
"Pleased to...uh....meet....you?"
"Y-Yeah... Same here."
If only it was under different circumstances...
And with that, the train began to slow down as the tributes all arrived at the station designated in the Capital. What was once a crowded greeting, filled with lights, colors, noises, and all sorts of festivities, was now an almost barren wasteland amidst an equally dull city. It was nearly quiet, and there was no one in sight. If this were a cartoon, you'd see a tumbleweed or two float along on the road right in front of the newly arrived tributes.
As soon as they stepped out of their cars, some quicker than others, one of the nearby speakers on a tall post blared to life. First, the piercing screech rang through the open street before leveling out and revealing a familiar voice behind it all. It was Moon once again, with that same sickening tone.
"Welcome, tributes! I hope the train ride was sufficient enough, you've got quite the show to look forward to! Now, please make your way to the first building on the right, I have no doubt you'll be able to find your way to the main building from there."
"Mission accomplished then, right?"
Minya scowled. "Sure. Now can you please go away?"
"Whatever floats your boat, Maelynn..."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. You are oh so funny, Daischsnjkbrgw."
"Welcome, tributes! I hope the train ride was sufficient enough, you've got quite the show to look forward to! Now, please make your way to the first building on the right, I have no doubt you'll be able to find your way to the main building from there."
Minya paled. "....i'm following you, Daischon. I don't have the greatest sense of direction."
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Mei backed off, as requested, but made sure to do a little tomfoolery before she left the train cabs. The voice booming over them obviously dampened her mood, as shown by the eyeroll and a complete drop in her childish mannerisms. Mei was one of the last ones out, and on the way she saw...
A familiar edge-lord walking along as well. How convenient. She immediately began to frantically wave and excitedly grin in his direction, moving closer while calling out some weird ramblings. "Yoohoo, look who it is! Fancy seein' you again, ain't it?"
She took the time to notice the lack of life in general around the city, but drew no attention to it. Odd, sure, but she had other things to focus on.
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Ugh that voice was like nails to a chalkboard, no matter how smooth and elegant it sounded on the surface. Instantly, he was weirded out by the complete desolation he had found himself in. Wasn't this place supposed to be... I dunno, overwhelming? Filled to the brim with citizens surrounding their new TV pets, a conglomeration of too many noises and lights to distinguish, and most of all, wasn't there supposed to be more structure? The best they got was a run-down intercom and vague directions?
The thought almost worried him.
"....i'm following you, Daischon. I don't have the greatest sense of direction."
...This wasn't going away any time soon, was it? It seemed as though Minya had already designated him as an "alliance" of sorts, against his best wishes. Oh whatever, not like it mattered. He simply gave a shrug as if to say "fine by me" before making his way to the building specified.
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Liela slowly got up and clutched her sides, keeping her head low as she stumbled forward. The world almost became nothing to her at that point, just inputs that were being relayed as static in her mind. Moon's voice was just senseless utterings, the barren city around her was just a void of no meaning.
She always dreamed of being here, honestly. It just seemed so nice, such a peaceful way of living. It always seemed so lively from the videos she saw of her sister walking these same pathways. Too bad it was nothing like she imagined, but at this point, she didn't really care. A hatred for these scumbags had already soaked up all her admiration.
Without hardly any thought, her feet strutted over to the building and walked inside.
...
Odd. The windows were tinted black, and the air seemed to be significantly more chilling over here. The silence only seemed to get louder, and the general aura of this building was...
Foreboding.
Liela took a deep breath and pushed the glass door open, only to be hit with a gut-wrenching smell and sounds so horrific it was incomprehensible. The room was filled with the rotting corpses of the Capitol citizens, all glamourized as they normally would be.
The only problem was, these corpses were still moving.
As soon as the door opened, a unanimous shriek was let out among them all and the sound of dozens of chains rattling all rang out at once. These zombie-like creatures had been chained to the floor and walls, and the smell of living flesh agitated them.
Liela jumped back in fright, letting out a scream alongside the undead as she fell to the floor and backed away. Her body immediately began to shake and her breathing became erratic, yet her widened eyes were pinned on only one thing.
It was a hanging body in the middle of the room, completely separated from the corpses chained to the ground. This one seemed to be in a fresher condition, and it was unmoving. An odd substance seemed to still be dripping from its mouth, mixed with their blood and matching the color that ran through their veins. Its entire left arm was bent completely backwards, pointing to the stairs leading to the basement behind them.
Then the intercom inside the building flared to life once more. "Welcome to the Hunger Games, tributes. Now, let's have a little fun before the main event, shall we?"
Then he heard it, the familiar sound of Mei. He winced at the loud 'yoohoo!' that came from her, a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard.
"Oh what do you want now.." He groaned. "Aren't there better things for you to do? More interesting people to annoy?"
Fancy seein' you again, ain't it?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure. What a coincidence.."
Minya Reedshaw
Minya entered the large buildings, eyes wide with a child-like curiosity. A child, that's what she was, nothing more than a child.
A child carted away to imminent death.
Her nose wrinkled. "Eurgh, what is that smell? Dee-skon, are you sure you showered before coming here?"
Then her eyes wandered over to the corpses.
Rotting, bloody masses of flesh and bone.
She screamed. A shrill, ear-piercing shriek that reverberated across the room. She screamed and screamed and screamed until her throat felt raw and even then she screamed.
She had never seen anything like this before. Nothing this...horrible.
Monstrosities. That's what they were.
And that's when it hit her.
This was her fate. She would become one of these corpses, right? This would be her, by the next Games. Another corpse to scare a fresh batch of new Tributes, and the cycle would repeat, right?
She whimpered.
Raiyhan Vale
He felt sick.
He'd seen his fair share of corpses in his lifetime, but it was nothing like this. Nothing so....
He didn't have a word for it.
It was horrible.
Raiyhan gagged.
"You've proved your point, whatever it is!" He yelled. "Scare the Tributes, yeah very funny....but unless you want us to die of the smell, you better chuck these corpses somewhere else!"
Raiyhan groaned.
"Your Games won't be fun if your Tributes die before it, assh*les!"