Hunger Games Roleplay!

Her bottom lip trembled, and the tears threatened to return at the very memory of the reaping. "They picked my name out. Nobody really volunteers back at home, unless they're desperate."

Her understanding of his signing was limited, but she understood most of what he was saying. In her home district most people learned to sign; the roar of the machines in the textile industry meant that it was very difficult to hold a conversation at work otherwise. And so Ariella's parents had done their best to teach their daughter the basics. "Are you scared as well?" She asked, timid. He was strong, and didn't seem like the type of person to be easily scared. But then this was the Games, and from what she knew already, it tended to bring the worst out of people.

Ariella looked at him - properly looked - for a couple of seconds. She was young and naive, and could not discern his expression. He doesn't let anything show on his face. So she spoke again, ever more shy as she opened up to the older boy. "My father told me that fear is good because it gives you energy and makes you run faster. He said that fear keeps you alive in the Games."

She shook her head. "No. Not many people win back at home. He watches the Games every year, though. I think he enjoys it a bit."

"Ariella Lawless," she said simply. It was a difficult name for her to say as a child, but she was no longer young enough to stumble on the l's and the words left her mouth with little resistance. "What's your name?"

She squinted, trying to follow his hand movements. "Sen- Senatus?" She wasn't even sure if she was pronouncing it right - it was a strange name, after all.

Cirillo twiddled his fingers.
The amount of people around him was starting to make him uncomfortable, and he was getting drowsy. The shiny material no longer intrigued him, and his attention span was dwindling.
This is soooo boring.