#theuwugames

[hungregame]

It had been a long few days for the tributes. Many had died- the remaining five tributes have indeed felt the affects of this. Some had lost much; others were basking in the glory of being one of the few lasting tributes. 

The mountainous regions had proven difficult for the original 24. Some had fallen off the volcano, even with no one to push them. Other had fell prey to the many dangerous creatures inhabiting the island, most younger tributes being ripped apart by vicious victreebell. Predictively so, others fell from a career pack that made its way around the island, getting rid of the weak and injured. Deaths were plenty. 19 fell. Only the strong (or lucky) remained.

go assholes

[hungregame]

Announcement!

The Hunger Games will officially start this Saturday! Along with this, I've made a new rule I'd like for you all to follow. I would like all of you to refer to Baron Alberto ONLY by Baron Lickilicky, as he is going to be a lickilicky the duration of the games. Thank you!

[pinkpyromania]

Well.

It was quite difficult to do anything now. She could go back to training, perhaps messing around with the axe that was left on the weapon rack, but she wasn't exactly in the mood for it. Lavana really doubted anyone wanted to talk to her at the moment either- people didn't exactly flock to you after you punch your teammate and get carried across the room by another.  

She made up her mind though. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to find someone familiar- she was going to bother someone if they liked it or not. It was the only way she'd make herself feel better, calm her down so she was not as tense or pissed off. It really depended on the person she was talking to, though- for example, picking Alberto would just worsen the situation. 

Among the sea of training tributes and a few idly talking, she spotted a familiar head of green hair. Ah!  Wonderful. She almost forgot he was here. The man wasn't exactly her favorite person on the planet- pretty low on the list, actually- but she enjoyed bothering him and their squabbles were usually harmless. It was incredibly easy to irritate him as well, and by looking at the expression on his face, he was already angry or at least unamused. 

"Proton!  My favorite person!" Lavana called, already making her way over towards him. She was waving her hand in the air like an idiot, trying to get his attention. A wide grin was plastered on her face as she got closer to him, enough to talk at a volume that wasn't calling the attention of the rest of the room. "How are you?" Her voice was unfittingly cheery, keeping in mind what happened almost five minutes ago. 

[pinkpyromania]

Lavana had sat down, crossing her legs. A four. A four. Laughable. She was a hundred percent supportive of her own decision to purposely fuck up her score, and the others on her team probably would be too if her life didn't depend on it. She didn't care at this point, though. The look on the judges' faces was absolutely priceless, worth it all the way- 

Apparently the capitol didn't appreciate modern art. (If that was what you would call it.) She had painted herself crudely, with pale peaches, pinks, and a defining black outline. The real star of the painting was her hand, which she had promptly painted with the middle finger sticking up, bold and ready to be hung in a fucking museum. She grinned as they looked at it with disappointment and shock. They had expected her to do something with a axe, and she could tell by how they glanced at the weapon as she walked in. At least this was refreshing. Maybe that is why they didn't give her a 0.

Amusing nonetheless. Emma would be pissed, that's for sure, but as long as Emma was safe she really didn't give a shit. Besides, they had Alberto. They agreed upon it earlier. She was eager to see Alberto's face, begging Emma to let them drop Lavana, please get her off the fucking team, she's dead weight- 

Eh.

Lavana was now focusing on her hands, picking off paint that had made its way under her fingernails. She didn't really care to talk to anyone, but she was almost positive someone would want to bother her with something stupid like "Hey Lavana! My score was a 12! I'm going to cleave your skull in!". Fantastic. She fucking loved this. 

[gayvanni]

Archer 4444444444444

Ten was disappointing, honestly. Giovanni had been hoping for an eleven, a show of perfection that'd get sponsors swamping to him. He had made it quite clear to the judges how brutal he was willing to be to win, despite his charming interviews. But one point off would suffice, especially since he trumped the other District 2 tribute. He stood grounded in one spot as he swept his gaze across the expanse of the training lobby, biting his lip. He had already gleaned the information he needed from each particular station, mostly focusing on the weapon ones. Now was the precious hours before the games; he really, really needed an alliance.

A familiar patch of blue hair in the distance.

Oh. Right. Of course. He had spoken with Archer quite a bit during the entire ordeal of the training days before, somehow managing to get past the icy quiet of the other tribute.

District 3 wasn't particularly impressive compared to the districts around it, but the tributes from it tended to have their nuances, right? And hopefully not as ruthless as careers tended to be in terms of wanting to win. He was...throwing spears? Giovanni smoothly strode towards the other tribute.

"Nice aim," he managed to comment, giving Archer a quick sweep of the eyes. He was standing beside him and offering a paper-thin smile with his arms crossed. "I hate spears. Blunt objects are easier to hurt someone with. Stabbing involves a bit more effort." Ah, training for your entire life made you kind of insensitive to the idea of actually killing someone. It was almost a shame that everyone around him would have to die, especially someone who was mostly pleasant, at least to Giovanni. Oh well. Not his problem.