Hunger Games ( RP)

( Too many females.)

(I'll make a male. So far I've done a male for twelve and a female for four.)

( Ok, sure, Mark do you mind making another male?)

( Congrats Mark, live your dreams and unstraight live.)

(How may spots are open? And what gender?)

A lot so far we need more males but, they have to be partnered with a female. I'll make adjustments to the list i made.)

(Okay, I have a male from 12 and a female from 4)

(What districts? I may be interested)

( I edited the list from pag. 2 , check it out.)

( Wait is Lavender from district 7?)

(Yes.)

( Good luck Mark!)

( Oh ok.)

(Can I join?)

( yes.)

( You can join.)

(K)
Name: Rory Carver
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District: 9
Family: Father, two younger brothers, and a little sister
Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes, Light tan skin, Fast, not much of a hunter, a little clumsy
Personality: Friendly, Easily stressed, quick thinker, can be a little loud

(finger guns Nice, dude.)

( Y'all good to go. Now start writing!)

(K)
Name: Rory Carver
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District: 9
Family: Father, two younger brothers, and a little sister
Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes, Light tan skin, Fast, not much of a hunter, a little clumsy
Personality: Friendly, Easily stressed, quick thinker, can be a little loud

(Rory Williams. No, Rory Pond. That's not how it works. Yes, that's how it works. Yeah, that's how it works.)

Okay sounds good :b Imma use…Aster, my lovely boy.

Name: Aster Ren

Age: 13

Gender: Male

District: 11

Family: He lives with his older brother Tye and his sister-in-law Alex

Appearance: Blonde hair in a low-fade style, with bright green eyes. People sometimes mistake him for a female. He is very fast, and can be considered a genius.

Personality: He is super smart, and a hard worker. When he sets his mind on something, he will make sure it happens. He uses his cute face and adorable personality to get on the capitals good side.

(Permission to ship with Lark?)

( Don't ask me, ask him.)

Rory stood in the milling crowd in the town center. He held tightly to his little brother's hand. "Alright, I have to go now." He reluctantly let go and watched as his father led his brother away.

( Well, I can't writ until Abigail writes Lark's reaping.)

(Pardon. Why?)

( I already wrote mine and both tributes have to be on the stage on order to continue.)

(Ohh. K. Should I continue?)