Hunger Games Roleplay!

"♫Tom he was a Piper's son, he learnt to play when he was young.♫" he hummed softly to himself.
The striking arrays or silvers and grays that greeted him when he looked out the window were foreign to him, while his district was famed for transportation he wouldn't be giving the whole truth he said that meant he traveled the world as much as he would like to.
"♫And all the tune that he could play, was over the hills and far away.♫"
"We've arrived." the lame voice that was his mentor called out to him. Reaching out a scarred hand towards him, Cirillo took it without hesitation.
"Welcome to capitol."

(SORRY MY PARENTS CALLED ME FOR DINNER)
Walking around the new environment was invigorating for Cirillo. Turning his head left and right he could vaguely make out his own reflection in the ghostly silver. Captivated, he dashed towards the smooth surface within arms reach, admiring it's charm. It was cool to the touch and he could make out his image much more clearly now.
This is so...cool.
The young man continued to brush his hand against the glass when he noticed another reflection.
Long almost-white hair grasped his attention, and his head did a 180 to see the newcomer in person. She looked intimidating with her piercing steel gray eyes that seemed to analyze him immediately. It spooked him a bit, but he let out a chuckle regardless.
"Nice to meet you," he greeted tucking hair behind his hair in order to look slightly more formal. "My name's Cirillo, and I'm from District 6."
He reached out a hand towards her and tilted his head.
"What's your name?"

Bran watched the other children, arms crossed. A pensive scowl sat on his face. He hated every one of them; he had to, or killing them would be far too difficult. He had already agreed with his parents that he would come home to them with the winnings, and how could he if he was softened through short-lived friendships? His dark eyes fell upon a pair of them - a girl around his age and a boy who looked to be years younger. Both were shorter than him, he observed carefully, but the girl looked fairly intelligent. The type of person to be invilved in the Careers. He'd watch out for her.

Hey just an announcement.
After using many random name choosers, as well as a random number generator...
The Universe has decided
That Cress will be the winner of the Hunger Games
And the Universe has also told me to tell Shimmy that it does not feel bad for killing Cirillo despite his cute design
The Universe is a cruel entity

Cress half regretted not running into the woods the day before the reaping. She could have done it too- she could have sprinted deep into the woods and into some cave or quarry or something, kicked a rock barefoot, and told them that she broke her foot and couldn't climb out when they finally found her. She had a feeling that this would be a subject she revisited often.
The Capitol though, was much more luxurious than the woods. She edged a little bit out of the shade of the platform to gaze up at the tall metal spires, keeping her eyes trained there instead of on the other tributes- the ones who would probably be mercilessly slaughtered in the near future. She was not excited to watch that, but Hey! I might not even have to if I get mercilessly slaughtered first! Ugh... either way, it's a lose/lose situation.

Senatus glanced past the big District Eleven boy at a small girl. She looked eleven at the most, but she had to at least be twelve to be in the Games at all. Certainly, her monolid eyes and small stature somewhat reminded him of himself, especially at that age. District Seven or lower, but not past Ten, he decided silently. She's been crying. Scared, small, probably hasn't even started any sort of physical labor yet in her District... she won't last a day. Cannon fodder, and no threat to me. I can use this one. Silently, Senatus began to make his way over to her, steps barely audible even in the quiet of the platform.

Senatus stopped when he was in front of the young girl. He towered over her, and she looked even more scared than before. Keeping his movements light and fast, the tribute silently pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to her. This one could make a good scout. She looks like she'd be a fast runner. Decent for collecting supplies, and expendable enough to send running off to get tools or resources.

Senatus gave her a small smile, careful to keep it shy-looking by not making it too wide, squinting his eyes just the slightest bit to show acknowledgement of her thanks. You are welcome, he signed, long fingers forming the quick gestures. It is my pleasure. His eyes flicked to the right, wondering if another tribute was witnessing his actions. There were some, the soft types, who would witness him with a bit more mercy if they saw him being kind to a mere child. They would be simple to stab in the back later. There were others, the hardened and prideful ones, that would dismiss him as a threat and see him as weak. They would not prioritize his death. Either way, Senatus won at least a small advantage on their eventual battlefield.

Senatus glanced at the used handkerchief, feeling mildly disgusted. Still, keeping the smile plastered on his face, he stuffed it neatly back into his pockets. I'll receive new garments after this and when I win. He held up two fingers before signing, What about you?