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The name's Griffith Alexander Hayes. Born and raised in District 11 for 16 glorious years. Now, I'll be competing against the big boys here in Capitol, for the tournament of our lives. & I'm looking forward to show the other Districts what I have to offer.

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Zarrah had always never been able to cook and decided now was the perfect time to learn. She went to the library and grabbed a “First Time Cookers” book. She went through the book looking for something easy to cook. She flipped the pages and found a picture of a grilled cheese sandwich with…

Griffith grimaced when he heard Zarrah nearly beg him to try her sandwich. He quickly contemplated on turning around and agreeing to her plea or just making a dash down the hallway. But to just leave her would break her heart and make her self esteem plummet. And he could’ve live with the guilt of knowing that he just hurt his friend.

He sighed and turned around as he looked down at Zarrah’s rather haphazardly made sandwich. 

“Oh. Sure….” He muttered as he hesitantly held the sandwich in his hand. He eyed the sandwich and then shut his eyes and bit into it. The taste was decent but the texture of the food was absolutely horrifying. The bread had been burnt so it tasted like he was eating gravel. But nonetheless, he managed to force a smile and swallow the bite, “That….was…pretty good, Zar. Nice job….”

“Are… Are you sure? I had forgot I left it on the stove while watching T.V. so it burned…”

She rubbed the side of her arm and looked up at Griffith who was forcing a smile on his face.

 Tyson came walking down the hallway to come talk to Griffith because they haven’t talked in a while. He saw that Griffith was talking with a small girl and was eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

“Hey there Griffith, long time no talk.” Tyson waved at him, as he got closer he waved at the small girl and stuck out his hand, “Hey there, I’m Tyson Lynn from District 10. It’s nice to meet you.”

 ”Oh!” Zarrah perked up as she remembered that name. “You’re the guy Haystack told me about! You’re named after uh…” Zarrah crossed her arms and placed her chin in her hand. Her eyes widened as she remembered.

“Tyson chicken nuggets!!! Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Zarrah Sophera from District 11,” Zarrah grabbed the plate that Griffith was holding with the sandwich on it. She took the other half that wasn’t bitten and gave it to Tyson. “Hey Tyson try this to see if it’s good. Please?”

Tyson hesitantly took the sandwich slice and bit into it. He swallowed with a look of displeasure on his face.

“Was this burnt? What kind of question is that, of course it was burnt. No offense Zarrah but this wasn’t the best sandwich I’ve ever tasted. I’m just giving you my honest opinion of it, if you’re getting ready to cook in the Games you have a longs way to go.”

Tyson was just being truthful, but he couldn’t help but feel like he went to far in his words. He examined the slice he had received.

“Oh I see, well… Well thanks for being honest. I guess I’ll try it again,” Zarrah sighed but then perked up and looked at Griffith and Tyson.

“You guys should come cook with me! It’ll be fun! S’il vous plaît?

Griffith had remained silent throughout the brief exchange of greetings his two friends spoke. He sent a resentful look at Tyson for telling Zarrah the truth about her sandwich. Honestly, it was the girl’s first try so he could understand and relate with her about cooking. But still, it wasn’t polite to point out the fact it tasted burnt and not particularly the best sandwich ever.

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged as he eyed Tyson, “You’re coming too.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. If he was going to watch Zarrah cook for the next few hours and help her out a little, Tyson would have to experience it with him. 

Tyson looked up from the sandwich at Griffith”. Well, of course I’m coming. What kind of person would I be to criticize someone’s cooking and not help them fix it?”

Tyson looked at Zarrah, “I would love to come cook Zarrah.” He smiled at her.

Zarrah smiled. “Okay then, we should cook something harder then that should be good right? Common!”

Zarrah grabbed both of their hands and pulled then into her dorm. She let go and fast walked to the book, she flipped through the pages.

“What about this? It’s a simple Capitol dessert recipe.” The picture showed a pink cream vanilla substance drizzled with dark chocolate, strawberry slices and whip cream.

"I thought...we'd be making something basic." Griffith fumbled for words, trying not to hurt the girl's feelings, "I mean...like cookies. Or cupcakes, if you're feeling ambitious. But I mean, if you want to make a cake, I'm not going to stop you or anything..."

He awkwardly looked at Tyson and gave him a patronizing look for not trying to help him convince Zarrah that if she tried something as extravagant as that, she'd end up burning the whole dorm down.

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Griffith was trudging down the long hallway with a stack of books in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He walked into the public lounging room and slid the books across the table and took a swig of the jet black liquid before setting it down. He ran a hand through his hair wearily as he…

I sprint inside the library to escape the cold wind and I put down my jacket hood. I open the door and I’m greeted by a warm whoosh of air that blows my hair back. I breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of old books and coffee. I walk past the familiar aisles and run my hand against the backs of time worn books. After a few minutes, I randomly selected a book about cars and went to go sit down.

Most of the tables were occupied so I decided to try to find a spot on the couch. After walking past several rows of books, I plopped down onto the couch and opened my book. While reading a chapter about hot-wiring, completely absorbed by the book I noticed Griffith lying on the couch next to me. I made eye contact and gave him the “sup” nod before returning to my book.

At the sound of the door being open and the sudden burst of air, Griffith immediately tensed up and his eyes flew open to see a familiar blonde haired girl pass by him and plop down on the couch next to him. He stared at her for a while, trying to process who she was and how he knew her, and it’s when she makes contact when he remembers. Her name, it was Lily, wasn’t it? 

He wasn’t too sure about it though, but then again, he wasn’t sure if the sky was even blue. Was it blue or yellow? What was the sun, green? He groaned and rubbed his temples, the lack of sleep was really starting to affect him.

He then glanced back over at the girl, “What are you doing here?”

I looked over to the other couch and stared back at Griffith, who looked like he had had been hit by a truck and said ,”Uh, reading…?” I looked back at my book and slipped a bookmark in between the pages and closed the book. I held a small, metallic thermos filled with hot tea and took a small sip before cooly asking, “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t even know.” He muttered as he pressed his palms onto his eyelids, trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes, but it was futile. The only thing he managed to do was see stars from rubbing it with too much pressure. He sighed and stretched. So much for his one hour nap.

He gingerly got up into a sitting position and reached over for his coffee. He drank the bitter fluid as he stared at the book Lily was reading. His eyebrow cocked upwards as he registered the fact that she was reading about cars. He put the cup down and plucked the book out of her hands.

“I didn’t know you were interested in engines.” He teased as he skimmed through the first few pages, “I admire you, Lily. I mean, even I’m already bored of this book, and I’m on the third sentence. And I’m a male!”

I first looked at Griffith, and then I glanced at the cover of the book, which showed a bright red Ferarri with a yellow flame paint job. I smiled and said, ” I just pick out random books off the shelves, it’s really not that boring….. well some of it is, but this one emphasizes a lot about how to hot-wire cars and the best ways to possibly steal one.” I take a sip of my drink before saying, “Crazy Captiol.” 

"Of course, what was I thinking, Lily." Griffith sarcastically said, "How could I not know that cars would be allowed in the Arena. Because you know, that's totally fair, to have someone drive a Ford truck over a sleeping tribute. And everyone knows that a knife is an equal match for a Mini Cooper."

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Griffith was trudging down the long hallway with a stack of books in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He walked into the public lounging room and slid the books across the table and took a swig of the jet black liquid before setting it down. He ran a hand through his hair wearily as he…

I sprint inside the library to escape the cold wind and I put down my jacket hood. I open the door and I’m greeted by a warm whoosh of air that blows my hair back. I breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of old books and coffee. I walk past the familiar aisles and run my hand against the backs of time worn books. After a few minutes, I randomly selected a book about cars and went to go sit down.

Most of the tables were occupied so I decided to try to find a spot on the couch. After walking past several rows of books, I plopped down onto the couch and opened my book. While reading a chapter about hot-wiring, completely absorbed by the book I noticed Griffith lying on the couch next to me. I made eye contact and gave him the “sup” nod before returning to my book.

At the sound of the door being open and the sudden burst of air, Griffith immediately tensed up and his eyes flew open to see a familiar blonde haired girl pass by him and plop down on the couch next to him. He stared at her for a while, trying to process who she was and how he knew her, and it’s when she makes contact when he remembers. Her name, it was Lily, wasn’t it? 

He wasn’t too sure about it though, but then again, he wasn’t sure if the sky was even blue. Was it blue or yellow? What was the sun, green? He groaned and rubbed his temples, the lack of sleep was really starting to affect him.

He then glanced back over at the girl, “What are you doing here?”

I looked over to the other couch and stared back at Griffith, who looked like he had had been hit by a truck and said ,”Uh, reading…?” I looked back at my book and slipped a bookmark in between the pages and closed the book. I held a small, metallic thermos filled with hot tea and took a small sip before cooly asking, “What are you doing here?”

"I don't even know." He muttered as he pressed his palms onto his eyelids, trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes, but it was futile. The only thing he managed to do was see stars from rubbing it with too much pressure. He sighed and stretched. So much for his one hour nap.

He gingerly got up into a sitting position and reached over for his coffee. He drank the bitter fluid as he stared at the book Lily was reading. His eyebrow cocked upwards as he registered the fact that she was reading about cars. He put the cup down and plucked the book out of her hands.

"I didn't know you were interested in engines." He teased as he skimmed through the first few pages, "I admire you, Lily. I mean, even I'm already bored of this book, and I'm on the third sentence. And I'm a male!"

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ooc; Reason for absence.

School. And also.

I've been writing a dystopian novel with ideas that are similar to THG & Divergent. So if you're interested, check it out at:

http://survivalcampaign.blogspot.com

I already have 3 chapters of the 4 up there. I'll be posting chapter 4 relatively soon. <3

GRIFFITH IS BACK SO. 

THE GAMES CAN START NOW.

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ooc; This is how Griffith sees things now.

Is the sky yellow?

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Griffith was trudging down the long hallway with a stack of books in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He walked into the public lounging room and slid the books across the table and took a swig of the jet black liquid before setting it down. He ran a hand through his hair wearily as he…

I sprint inside the library to escape the cold wind and I put down my jacket hood. I open the door and I’m greeted by a warm whoosh of air that blows my hair back. I breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of old books and coffee. I walk past the familiar aisles and run my hand against the backs of time worn books. After a few minutes, I randomly selected a book about cars and went to go sit down.

Most of the tables were occupied so I decided to try to find a spot on the couch. After walking past several rows of books, I plopped down onto the couch and opened my book. While reading a chapter about hot-wiring, completely absorbed by the book I noticed Griffith lying on the couch next to me. I made eye contact and gave him the “sup” nod before returning to my book.

At the sound of the door being open and the sudden burst of air, Griffith immediately tensed up and his eyes flew open to see a familiar blonde haired girl pass by him and plop down on the couch next to him. He stared at her for a while, trying to process who she was and how he knew her, and it's when she makes contact when he remembers. Her name, it was Lily, wasn't it? 

He wasn't too sure about it though, but then again, he wasn't sure if the sky was even blue. Was it blue or yellow? What was the sun, green? He groaned and rubbed his temples, the lack of sleep was really starting to affect him.

He then glanced back over at the girl, "What are you doing here?"

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Sleep deprivation.

Griffith was trudging down the long hallway with a stack of books in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He walked into the public lounging room and slid the books across the table and took a swig of the jet black liquid before setting it down. He ran a hand through his hair wearily as he flipped through a few books he had recently chosen from the library. 

Looking for information about the monstrosity he and Tyson had came across earlier was no easy task. The closest thing that he could get to was a large canine muttation that resembled a lion and a german shepard put together. As he turned the pages, he observed the different types of muttations, and what their hunting methods were. 

Oh, crucified christ, how was Capitol able to concoct such deadly mixes such as that demon summoned from the pits of hell who lurked the dungeons of the HQ? 

Griffith sighed and shut the book. He walked over to the couch and nearly just fell over onto the soft cushions. When was the last time he had slept? Two days ago? He was running on a 4 hour rest and 9 cups of coffee. The moment he sunk into the cushion, he went limp, and sighed in relief. 

His eyelids shut and he listened to the sound of wind howling from outside the headquarters. 

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Zarrah had always never been able to cook and decided now was the perfect time to learn. She went to the library and grabbed a “First Time Cookers” book. She went through the book looking for something easy to cook. She flipped the pages and found a picture of a grilled cheese sandwich with…

Griffith grimaced when he heard Zarrah nearly beg him to try her sandwich. He quickly contemplated on turning around and agreeing to her plea or just making a dash down the hallway. But to just leave her would break her heart and make her self esteem plummet. And he could’ve live with the guilt of knowing that he just hurt his friend.

He sighed and turned around as he looked down at Zarrah’s rather haphazardly made sandwich. 

“Oh. Sure….” He muttered as he hesitantly held the sandwich in his hand. He eyed the sandwich and then shut his eyes and bit into it. The taste was decent but the texture of the food was absolutely horrifying. The bread had been burnt so it tasted like he was eating gravel. But nonetheless, he managed to force a smile and swallow the bite, “That….was…pretty good, Zar. Nice job….”

“Are… Are you sure? I had forgot I left it on the stove while watching T.V. so it burned…”

She rubbed the side of her arm and looked up at Griffith who was forcing a smile on his face.

 Tyson came walking down the hallway to come talk to Griffith because they haven’t talked in a while. He saw that Griffith was talking with a small girl and was eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

“Hey there Griffith, long time no talk.” Tyson waved at him, as he got closer he waved at the small girl and stuck out his hand, “Hey there, I’m Tyson Lynn from District 10. It’s nice to meet you.”

 ”Oh!” Zarrah perked up as she remembered that name. “You’re the guy Haystack told me about! You’re named after uh…” Zarrah crossed her arms and placed her chin in her hand. Her eyes widened as she remembered.

“Tyson chicken nuggets!!! Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Zarrah Sophera from District 11,” Zarrah grabbed the plate that Griffith was holding with the sandwich on it. She took the other half that wasn’t bitten and gave it to Tyson. “Hey Tyson try this to see if it’s good. Please?”

Tyson hesitantly took the sandwich slice and bit into it. He swallowed with a look of displeasure on his face.

“Was this burnt? What kind of question is that, of course it was burnt. No offense Zarrah but this wasn’t the best sandwich I’ve ever tasted. I’m just giving you my honest opinion of it, if you’re getting ready to cook in the Games you have a longs way to go.”

Tyson was just being truthful, but he couldn’t help but feel like he went to far in his words. He examined the slice he had received.

“Oh I see, well… Well thanks for being honest. I guess I’ll try it again,” Zarrah sighed but then perked up and looked at Griffith and Tyson.

“You guys should come cook with me! It’ll be fun! S’il vous plaît?

Griffith had remained silent throughout the brief exchange of greetings his two friends spoke. He sent a resentful look at Tyson for telling Zarrah the truth about her sandwich. Honestly, it was the girl's first try so he could understand and relate with her about cooking. But still, it wasn't polite to point out the fact it tasted burnt and not particularly the best sandwich ever.

"I don't mind." He shrugged as he eyed Tyson, "You're coming too."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement. If he was going to watch Zarrah cook for the next few hours and help her out a little, Tyson would have to experience it with him. 

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ooc; Awkward moment when ex-girlfriend wants to kill current girlfriend.

Okay.

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Zarrah had always never been able to cook and decided now was the perfect time to learn. She went to the library and grabbed a “First Time Cookers” book. She went through the book looking for something easy to cook. She flipped the pages and found a picture of a grilled cheese sandwich with...

Griffith grimaced when he heard Zarrah nearly beg him to try her sandwich. He quickly contemplated on turning around and agreeing to her plea or just making a dash down the hallway. But to just leave her would break her heart and make her self esteem plummet. And he could've live with the guilt of knowing that he just hurt his friend.

He sighed and turned around as he looked down at Zarrah's rather haphazardly made sandwich. 

"Oh. Sure...." He muttered as he hesitantly held the sandwich in his hand. He eyed the sandwich and then shut his eyes and bit into it. The taste was decent but the texture of the food was absolutely horrifying. The bread had been burnt so it tasted like he was eating gravel. But nonetheless, he managed to force a smile and swallow the bite, "That....was...pretty good, Zar. Nice job...."

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Going back inside the Training facility.

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Rose followed Griffith back inside the training room. Rose sat down on one of the benches and looked around at the other tributes.

” They look very scary to me ” Rose muttered.

"Don't be afraid." Griffith laughed, "They're pretty nice if you get to really know them better." 

He handed the girl a set of knives and crossed his arms, "Are you good with other weapons as you are with a bow and arrow? Because you never know if in the Games, they'll have that weapon in hand. So it's best if you familiarize yourself with other weapons so you can get a feel on what you'll be most likely getting in the Arena."

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After crying inside a room, Rose went back to the training facility and watched other tributes train. She knew they were better than her due to their height and age.

” I guess they all just hate me now ” Rose muttered and sat on the corner of the room.

Griffith shot…

” Okay, but it wasn’t his fault. It was mine for being such a moody girl. I just wanted to have some friends but it seemed that nobody wanted to ” Rose looked down on the floor.

“I want to be your friend.” Griffith protested, his good-natured side was already showing, despite what Fang had told him to do. He needed to play it off cool. But when someone was in pain he wasn’t going to deny them comfort.

“You’re not moody at all, have you seen the girls around here?” He laughed, “Believe me, I would know what ‘moody’ girls act like. You’re not one of them. You’ll fit right in here, we love mature and calm girls. It’s a breath of fresh air.”

” Then wasn’t Alistair mad at me? ” Rose asked Griffith through her tear-stained eyes. And she was wondering who Fang was.

"No, he's just a jerk." Griffith reassured her with a laugh, "So....would you care to come back to train with us? It must be pretty lonely to train with yourself, I know the feeling."

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occ; are any of you actually male? I’m beginning to think I’m the only one.

ooc; You're a male?

That's actually really surprising. 

Sorry, I'm a girl and so is actually most of the people here. xD;; I'm the only girl who chose to be a guy because, you know, we're on shortage on the moment.

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ooc; Dang guys. Does anybody know what deleting previous posts are?

I'm sorry but omg you guys make one thread long as fuck.

You need to learn how to delete comments.....

HOW TO MAKE POSTS NEAT AND SHORT CAUSE SOME ROLEPLAYERS HATE LONG THREADS.

Right click over the text that you want to delete. It should be highlighted.

Make sure you highlighted all the way to the top, with all the links included.

Press back space.

Voila.

But make SURE that when you delete it is within the little bar margins. Because if you don't, you might end up deleting that and it ends up like a stray paragraph in the midst of a thread.

(Jasmine has a tendency of doing the last step. . _ . Okay. Sorry if this post offended you but it's one of the rules of being a roleplayer to keep other people's dashboards non-cluttered. It's best if you start to delete posts if it gets to the point where you have to scroll down to continue reading. That's just....annoying.)

Alright bye <3

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After crying inside a room, Rose went back to the training facility and watched other tributes train. She knew they were better than her due to their height and age.

” I guess they all just hate me now ” Rose muttered and sat on the corner of the room.

Griffith shot…

” Okay, but it wasn’t his fault. It was mine for being such a moody girl. I just wanted to have some friends but it seemed that nobody wanted to ” Rose looked down on the floor.

"I want to be your friend." Griffith protested, his good-natured side was already showing, despite what Fang had told him to do. He needed to play it off cool. But when someone was in pain he wasn't going to deny them comfort.

"You're not moody at all, have you seen the girls around here?" He laughed, "Believe me, I would know what 'moody' girls act like. You're not one of them. You'll fit right in here, we love mature and calm girls. It's a breath of fresh air."

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Staring at the other tributes who train so good. Rose is wondering if she will ever be like the tributes who are older than her.

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After crying inside a room, Rose went back to the training facility and watched other tributes train. She knew they were better than her due to their height and age. 

” I guess they all just hate me now ” Rose muttered and sat on the corner of the room.

Griffith shot Alistair an appalled look before following the new tribute and knocking on the door to the room she was isolating herself in.

"Um, sorry about my friend..." He slowly started to speak to the door, knowing she could hear him, "He's generally a bastard but he means well. I mean, when I first met him, I hated his guts. He treated the girl I liked, like she was beneath him, and made her feel worthless. Plus, he was manipulative and...."

Griffith stopped and laughed, "I don't think I'm doing any justice for him by pointing out his flaws though. But really, he has his problems as we all do, it's just that he chooses to express them through verbal use. Forgive him, he's not all that bad."

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Looking back at these photos I brought with me, I sincerely question Zarrah’s sanity. 

What is she even doing.

 It’s my awesome pose, you don’t have one Haystack. /She laughs./

Pardon me, then.

I’m so sorry that I didn’t do my ‘awesome pose.’

But you know, I’m so awesome that I don’t need to pose to prove it, it just comes naturally. 

/he smirks./

You only look awesome because you’re standing next me me.. and some other dude. /She laughs./

Some other dude?

I'm sure Jason would love to hear that his friend totally forgot his name.

Is forgetting our little group of buddies the next new 'hip' thing to do? /He teases./