The Hanging Tree >> HG-themed RP >> Interactive stalkers welcome (see inside)

I had an idea for interactive stalkers, which is something I simply made up. This is a Hunger Games role-play, so we will have a large number of characters, and many will die, but I think it would be interesting if the stalkers voted which characters should live or die— to an extent. If we don't get any stalkers, which we very well might not, we'll simply decide for ourselves. Now, onto the rest of the information…

This RP is set within the Hunger Games universe. It would be quite helpful if you've read the books or seen the movies before joining. If you haven't, there's a lot of information you will not understand, and I am afraid I will butcher trying to explain. There's a new book, Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, but if you have not read it, you should be okay. If you have, I had an idea I may suggest, since it will not spoil anything in the book for you, but if you haven't read it, no worries. I thought it also might be interesting to do one in which Katniss Everdeen never won the games, and perhaps do a RP with a whole "alternate rebellion." Or, maybe, in the future, the Hunger Games have returned, and Katniss is but a hero from the past. (Or, if viewed negatively, merely a rebel whose actions led to nothing in the end.)
You will have to be able to use many characters for this RP. There are 24 tributes, and each of us will take 12. Keep in mind that most may die. To remind you of the districts…
#1 makes goods for the Capitol, I believe
#2 is mostly military and Peacekeeper training
#3 is technology
#4 is fishing
#5 is… powerplants and the source of electricity, I think? I recall a large dam being here.
#6 is transportation, so I assume a lot of vehicles and mechanic work, though that's just my own personal interpretation
#7 is lumber
#8 is textiles and factories
#9 is agriculture I think
#10 is farming/livestock
#11 is agriculture, but a little different
#12 is coal mining
I could be wrong on some of these, so correct me if you spot a mistake. I would like the male tribute from every even numbered district and the female from every odd numbered district. We do not have to make full sign-ups for each, just their names. The rest of the information will come as we RP.

• Keep cursing minimal/no profanity. DO NOT EXCEED PG-13 LANGUAGE
• Nothing too steamy. No sex, please.
• Please try to keep romances MxF, if any happen to occur.
• Violence is welcome.
• Be semi-literate. Please and thank you.
• Have fun. Ask questions. I don't have a specific plot, per se, so feel free to suggest.

(Absolutely.)

(No, ma'am. There are twenty-four tributes, and each of us will have twelve, but if that's too many, the others can be vague mentions and side-characters. Most of the tributes will die during the games, anyway. Have you read the Hunger Games series, or watched the movies?)

(Absolutely. Take all the time you want. The "sign-ups" don't have to be detailed. Are you alright with having males of odd numbers and females of even? So, males from 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, and/or 11, girls from 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, and/or 12, whilst I have the reverse? Or we can switch it. I'm going to be pleased either way.)

(Wonderful!)

(May I join?)

(You may be an "interactive stalker", but I have already allowed my new friend Ellia to join. Apologies.)

(What would an "interactive stalker" do? Would they be somewhat like the sponsors/gamemakers?)

(In essence, yes! You can sort of affect the games and things that happen. I felt that making this a group RP wouldn't end as well since most of the tributes die in the actual Hunger Games, and even if we do some sort of plot that doesn't require all but one tribute to die, many still will, and I feel like this would become troublesome if a whole group of people were trying to decide who lives or dies. I thought the idea of an interactive stalker would be interesting to try. I've not seen it done before, and I'm not sure how well it will work, but you never know until you experiment. So… I suppose, yes, you'd be sort of like sponsors and gamemakers. Voting for who lives, throwing in things that should happen in the arena, who should get what supplies, etc. I'm not sure if I'm making logical sense, but…)

District 1 Female— Diamond Pryor (18)
District 2 Male— Archer Kilian (18)
District 3 Female— Trace Xaun (16)
District 4 Male— Skipper "Skip" Malin (17)
District 5 Female— Leea Day (14)
District 6 Male— Axel Grates (18)
District 7 Female— Arza Roe (15)
District 8 Male— Oskar Seams (12)
District 9 Female— Fern McKalley (13)
District 10 Male— Calvin Bardyl (15)
District 11 Female— Dawn Finch (16)
District 12 Male— Birch Roan (17)

Excellent. Alright, so… let's see. What else should we establish? What sort of arena do we want to throw our characters into this time around?

(slams hands on table I love the Hunger Games. I will be an "interactive stalker," if that's okay with you.)

(gasp Can I be interactive stalker?? I've literally been watching all of the movies recently)

(May I stalk?)

What do you think about some sort of run-down, abandoned city arena?

I think that you, my dear, are a genius. Yes, please. That's brilliant.

(To all of you stalkers— I welcome you with open arms. I'm shocked at how many people have taken an interest, but I'm glad of it.)

What do you think about some sort of run-down, abandoned city arena?

I think that you, my dear, are a genius. Yes, please. That's brilliant.

Yay, okay! Is there anything else we need to come up with?

Mmmm… Not that comes to mind right off. Where we should begin, I suppose, is the next question.

Mine? No, no. We are both in charge here. I merely posted the idea.
I think that would be the best way to go— starting with the countdown at the Cornucopia (I'm hoping I spelled that right) and the initial spurt of violence that follows.

Absolutely. I'll get it up tonight or tomorrow, if all goes as planned. Goodnight. I bid thee adieu!

The countdown was nerve-wrecking, and there was no other word to describe it.
Twenty-four tributes stood in a circle, each on their own respective pedestal of sorts, waiting as the seconds ticked by. The past few weeks had consisted of training, preparing with their mentors, counting down the days until they would be thrown into an arena and bludgeoned to death by other teenagers (or, in the case of some, until they would bludgeon someone else to death; whichever came first).
The arena was designed to look like a dilapidated, abandoned city, with many ramshackle buildings and crumbling concrete structures. Clearly, there were many places to hide, which would come as an advantage for many. The disadvantage? There were not many water sources. Surely, there were a few. Perhaps a water spigot could be found somewhere? Or maybe a small, hidden lake or pond? The arena was so vast, it was impossible to tell what awaited the tributes.

The countdown didn't last that long, but the tributes were antsy.
Diamond was a Career. She had volunteered for this, trained for this for years. Her short, blue-and-blonde highlighted hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she was already positioning herself to run towards the Cornucopia. She had her eyes locked on a set of daggers, her weapon of choice.
Archer had prepared himself for such a moment, though he hadn't volunteered for the games. He had expected a Career to volunteer and take his place, but none had, so he had spent the past several weeks playing it off as if he were a Career. Who knows? Maybe he'd win. And, true to his name, he was a master with a bow and arrow— which was why he had already made the long-distance weapon his target.
Trace had no intention on heading for the Cornucopia. Granted, the valuables were all there, but with her small size and lack of physical strength, she knew her chances of surviving the ungodly bloodbath were slim. Her gaze scanned her surroundings, and she had already prepared herself to flee in the opposite direction, away from the savages and their slaughter.
Skip wasn't interested in participating in the bloodbath, either, but a trident lying towards the edge of the Cornucopia was a weapon he couldn't resist. Some netting towards the other end would also come in handy for him, he reasoned. Being from the fishing district made him a whiz with nets and knots, if only he could snatch them before certain death.
Leea struggled to suck in a breath. She intended to flee the second the countdown was up; getting stabbed to death (or even simply watching other people get stabbed to death) in an attempt to grab a weapon did not sound appealing to her at all. A pacifist at heart, she didn't belong here in the game, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd be brutally murdered.
Axel shared Leea's peaceful sentiments, but he wasn't willing to go down without a fight. Despite being big, strong, and looking like he had a chance, he had no intentions on winning— but maybe he could save someone else. That was what he'd always been, anyways— a protector. If he could protect the girl from his district, the people back home would get things a little easier, and maybe his family could reap some of the benefits as well. He really hadn't decided the best course of action yet, and his plan initially was to flee the bloodbath altogether— until a backpack full of goodies and a short sword caught his eye. They were fairly close, if he could only just get there quick enough…
Arza was in it to win it. She was going to get her hands on that ax in the middle of the Cornucopia, one way or another. If she died trying, then so be it, but victory was on her mind. She needed a win for once, and her family needed it even moreso. If she had to lob some people's heads off with an ax to get it, she was going to. This game wasn't about her or them or anybody. It was about her family.
Oskar was only twelve, but he looked even younger, and he felt it as he looked at most of his enemies. Enemies? He didn't like to see them that way, but he knew that the second the countdown ended, they'd be after him. They were predators, and he was prey. There was no way he'd get anything from the Cornucopia, which is why his plan was simple: Run, hide, and don't look back.
Fern didn't have any desire to participate in the battle, but she did plan to try to snatch some of the goodies along the edge of the Cornucopia. After all, she had no idea where else she was supposed to find supplies.
Calvin looked like he was enjoying the thought of the bloodbath a little too much. It reminded him of the slaughterhouses back from District 10. He had to convince himself that these people were nothing more than animals if he expected to kill them without feeling guilty. Did he want to kill them? No. But his fear of death was stronger than his fear of killing. It was eat or be eaten, kill or be killed, and he had no intentions on dying today.
Not with his little sister watching the games at home.
Dawn already had a plan. Make for the buildings, hide there. The Cornucopia was too dangerous. She'd only survive by her stealth, so she needed to form a plan revolving around her strengths.
Birch noticed the girl from District 9 eyeing the same backpack he was, and promised himself to outrun her to reach it. The Cornucopia was like a mound of treats trying to lure him in, but he knew better. He'd been a trapper back in 12, and he knew that this would be his grave if he stuck around too long. He just needed something helpful to get him started, if he could get his hands on it.

(Apologies for this. It's sloppier than I wanted it to be, but I wanted to give a brief idea of each character. They're all a tad vague right now, and that's fine. They'll grow as characters as we continue. You can include as much information on each of yours as you like, whether it be less or more than I did.)