Thread: The Capitol

Name Seph Jax District 10 Location The Capitol, HallwaysOutside the Dining Hall Attire A pair of black slacks, a white shirt beneath a black blazer, flat shoes. Weapons None Supplies None DateTime September 15th, Early Evening Tagging Open Seph sat beside Ryan and restrained herself from tucking her legs up by her chest like she usually did. Instead, she sat normally, if not a bit slouched, and then gave a nod of thanks when Caleb set her water down. She picked it up, took a sip, then set if back down before letting her gaze drift around the Hall and over the crowd that had gathered. Nearly everyone was there, curiously, besides the District 10 Mentor. Many other of the 10 Tributes looked nervous, but made an effort to mingle with the others. They were not the most promising bunch. Mostly just a bunch of farmer's children. One that stood out was a boy of about 15 who volunteered for his 12 year old sister. He did not look like he would have much better luck than she did unfortunately. Seph turned her attention away from them and to Ryan, giving a small shake of her head. No... I have not seen her, she said simply. As Caleb and Ryan talked, Seph simply listened on. Her thoughts were actually working on a solution to helping the girls. It was not fair to be hunted by something much larger than you. Cougars did not normally eat mice, and that is why she disliked the President. He chose little prey for fun instead of food. Seph bit her lip in thought before taking another small drink of water. Only bats can see in the dark, she said cryptically. But to her, it made perfect sense implying that they could not fight what they could not see. They could not protect the twins if they did not know what exactly it was they were up against, so they had to find out exactly what MacNimare was planning before a plan could be made. Seph went back to her water and scooted closer to the table to watch the ripples bounce around in her glass. Name Evan Nakaian District 1 Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire Simple black suit with a black tie DateTime September 15thEarly Evening Tagging Jesus.. Name Cynder Tiffa District 1 Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire Dark green strapless ball gown Weapons None Supplies None DateTime Reaping DayEarly Morning Tagging Open Evan was stony faced at the older twin's comment and a large dark brow arched ever so slightly before he folded his arms over his chest once more. If Cynder gets hurt, then I will, he grumbled. With Cynder sitting so close, the deep voice of her friend rumbled in her chest. She smiled good-heartedly and shook her head slightly before clapping her hands together and beaming. Let us not be down and broody tonight! We should be excited, she said brightly. To nearly all of the other Tributes, she sounded insane holding such an attitude like that. But it was the Hunger Games and to her it was simply that. A game. Evan sometimes wondered if she even knew that people were actually slaughtered. A hinting feeling told her that she possibly wasn't able to grasp that concept just yet. Wait until the arena... then she'd know. Cynder's attention was once again caught by the twins' tattoos. An almost sheepish smile crossed her face at the question and she leaned forward to look at them again, closer this time. Cynder -with her natural freckly skin that had been laser treated to get that paper white complexion- had always seen beauty more in the flawless skin. But this was different. The ink on the flesh made images that was lovely and just... nice to look at. Her blue eyes sparkled as she nodded eagerly. I do like them! They are positively lovely. I have never seen them done like that before.... Whoever did it was an artist! Evan looked disgruntled, his own tattoos, of which he kept hidden, were blocky and tribal. They were art, of course, but a different kind. However, Cynder hardly knew better. Evan's dark eyes shifted to the oncoming man. From District 3, he recognized from the roster. The large islander made no comment to the 3 boy, and simply shifted in his seat. Cynder however greeted him with a smile and held out her hand to him. Hello to you! I'm Cynder, District 1, and this is Evan, she said cheerfully, looking to the Whitley girl and flashing that same charming smile. It's good to meet you all! Name River Taylor Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire All black suit, gothic styled Weapons None Supplies None DateTime September 15th, Evening Tagging Open More Tributes flooded in, he heard, but he had not bothered to look down from the ceiling until he heard a couple of female voices. His head lowered and he glanced at the two girl's from his own District. His black eyes lingered on Michelle longer than it should have before drifting to the table on which he rested his hand. Beside his hand was a steak knife for the main course later to come. His brow perked and bored fingers moved to pick it up. His other hand lay flat on the table top and he gripped the knife firmly before stabbing into the space between his outstretched index finger and thumb. He went on, stabbing quickly between each space, gradually picking up speed. Five finger fillet was a good game to play when one was bored.