#cprpau

AU

It seemed that the population inside of the training center had, in fact, grown in size greatly. Zalia didn't know there were that many people in the games, but she just assumed that the Capitol was playing tricks on all of their minds. Pushing her way into the gym, she made her way to her station. The shield. But some kid had it? No. This wasn't right. The shield was Zalia's, and everyone knew that. "Hey, put that down!" She called and began to run over to the station much quicker. The boy turned, and who it was shocked Zalia completely. Here he was, her younger brother, Bay. Freezing in place, only inches from him, her eyes wide and mouth gaping, she stared at him. "Bay?"

Bored out of his mind walking around the tower, and still tired from training Jesse stopped in the Lobby taking advantage of the sofa's. He was glad that they were placed out of the way. Sitting down he crossed his legs and picked up one of the magazines. Smiling as he flicked past the many images of men and women in the Capitol's 'fashion' he tried not to laugh. Moving to lie on his back, his head hanging off the edge and feet against the wall he held the magazine above his head. He could remember one similar to it on the train ride here. "Boring. Old. Seen it. Makes the hips look big. Eww, too much brown." Flicking through he finally stopped at a picture of a man in a extremely shiny suit. "Well...that's something.." Turning the page to look at the next suit he heard footsteps near by and lifted the magazine up enough for him to try and see. "Oh Hello."

Sparta and Josh had been planning on checking out the Dragon's Lair for quite some time, but it wasn't until a week and a half before the games that they finally went. Josh had been in there once, but it was a vague memory. He loved the energy, but hated that it that had originated from the alcohol in the club. Still, Sparta really wanted to go with Josh, and he couldn't say no to her. The night after Sparta gave Josh the tuner, the pair decided that was when they went. Dressed in the jacket Sparta had given him, a black fedora he found in his stylist's closet, and some jeans, he was ready to go. Josh took the elevator down to her flat, and knocked on the door connected to the hallway and patiently waited for her to emerge.

Returning to her dorm, Sparta focused on attaching the wires to the analog watch and purposefully ran her fingers through the strings, watching the watch display light up. Adding a clip so it could hold on to the sound hole of the ukulele, Sparta then made her way down to District Twelve's flat, played 'eenee minee miny mo' to see which one of the three was Josh's, and walked across the flat. "Hey sunshine," she greeted Birdie, without stopping, then knocked all too excitedly on Josh's door. "GUESS what this is!" She mentally laughed at her own ridiculousness for showing Josh a deformed figure glued to batteries and other nonsense with no apparent figure, still, she grinned and actually waited for an answer. 

On June 4th, 2012, this Roleplay was established. Since then, there has been three full rounds of Hunger Games. In order to celebrate this occasion, there has been an AU created where all the tributes played are placed back in the training center together. Another thing the Mods have done is create a summary of all three rounds. Through out the next two weeks there will be posts on each round. Keep your eyes peeled for them, and we hope you have enjoyed this past year as much as we have!

Combat training was one activity that Haven had no interest in joining. The other tributes intimidated her and she knew in her heart that even if she turned out to be some kind of genius with a weapon, she wouldn't have a chance against them. She didn't even have the option of killing in self-defense because anyone she hurt would come back to her as a ghost. Instead, she'd resolved to accept her impending death and enjoy the rest of her days as much as possible. She did this by getting fresh air on the roof and in the gardens, borrowing books from one of the small training center collections, and spending time with the friends she was growing to love- no matter how painful it would be to part from them, they remained dear and important to Haven. She was in a small room now with two chairs and a single bookshelf that didn't deserve to call itself a library. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice that she wasn't alone until she reached out and grabbed not a book, but the hand of another tribute. She immediately let go. Physical contact had always made her uncomfortable but she had no trouble managing a smile and a whispered apology, "Sorry. I didn't see you."