The Hunger Games?

Maishana looked sideways at him. "Myself, hopefully," she said wryly. "We don't need to worry about 6, the girls from 3, 7, 8 and 11 or the boys from 9, 10 and 12. Especially not 9. The kid fell off stage, for crying out loud. The outlyers are unlikely to form an alliance, but any of them want to, we'll take the ones that'll do as they're told. Which rules out a few. But I think there's going to be a good show this year." She grinned at the prospect. "We'll obviously pick up the Career districts...was there anyone you wanted in particular?"

(Smiha, I must point this out because I am petty. It really should be 2 doing this, as 2 are the capitol's pets)

Petty indeed, you know I haven't read the books because I'm a little shit like that. Logan is a logical bastard though, so he'd plan this stuff out beforehand.
We going to another section now or more trainssssss?

New section. I can't stand trains anymore.
Just not with 8 ocs on trains.
NOW, PARADE COSTUMES. BECAUSE ANGEL AND DAISY WILL BE DRESSED AS TREES.

Also, mewl https://taverentees.com/threads/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=7&products_id=85
NEVER AGAIN COMPLAIN THAT I DON'T SPECIFY WHAT I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY/CHRISTMAS.
But at the same time, I feel bad for asking for things.

daymn those cards are some high quality beauty.
and I can't stand trains either. I want to kill off some people, all these people are too many and too much.

I know, they're so beautiful AHJUDGHUSIOGHRIOG
Because I'm lazy, I'm just putting down what I think the tribute scores would be for my lovely ocs. And if I can be asked, why they got them.

Maishana: 10 - She's a badasss swordsfighter and handy with a knife

Serrin: 4 - Tried to persuade the gamekeepers to let him escape. 4 given for his powers of persuasion and nothing else.

NCP: 8 - He picks things up quickly. Probably someone the careers would want to pick up, but he's got morals so isn't too keen on joining the career pack.

Benia: 3 - Nobody's really sure how she got that much.

Juan: 4 - Manges to injure himself by attempting to knife throw. Got 4 by continuing to attempt to throw knives. The gamemakers thought it was because he was resiliant to pain, but he just hadn't noticed that he'd cut his arm open.

Thaema: 6 - knowing various poison mixtures and is quick on her feet.

Luim: 1 - sat there staring at the weapons for a long time. The gamemakers thought he was contemplating, so didn't give him 0

Kai: 10 because she's badass with a bow and knows general survival skills.

I MAKES THE FONT ORANGEEEEEE

okay dokey:

Cas: 9 - (she's actually disappointed. very disappointed.)
Wings: 9
Catalyst: 10 - (what did she do? it's a mystery. Wings is peeved.)
Max: 8
Sal: 4 - (she picked up a little off her badass family)
Angel: 8
Yuiko: 2
Kazuki: 5

Also: Cas and Wings would join the career pack easily.
Yuiko, Sal and Kazuki would die in the bloodbath.
The rest is to be decided as I go along.

... I wrote this all out and it failed to post. I'm in a huff now.

Cas climbed into the carriage with a sigh, trying to blow the feathers from her face. Her stylist was a mental case. While he said she looked like a sun-tinged cloud, she thought she looked like an exploded-pillow. Her face was also studded with jewels, making her appear, to herself, ridiculous. Still, if she appeared as luxurious to the capitol people as her stylist assured her, she would hopefully get some sponsors.
Wings grimaced at Catalyst from inside his tank of water. He had been trying to avoid her, but after she got her score he had decided she would be a better friend than an enemy. "Apparently the stylists were having a fight," he gurgled. Catalyst nodded her agreement. While she was dressed as a mermaid, in a relatively tasteful and not too revealing costume, her hair elegantly threaded with shells, Wings was actually in a tank of water, wearing nothing but a trident fixed over his private area, breathing using some god awful gum the stylist had concocted. It went beyond them not matching. As a pair, they looked ridiculous.
Max examined himself in the mirror, nodding approvingly at the stylist. He had been depicted as a handsome young Zeus, and he was pleased with the effect. While the flowing robes and regal crown were very nice, the thing that really drew Max's attention was his lightening bolt. It crackled with electricity, sending out sparks, and the occasional firework into the sky. Max had not seen the other contestants, but he guessed they would be hard pushed to beat this. Hearing a girl's voice behind him, he turned, wondering what Iris would be dressed in. He hoped it was as revealing as possible. The girl was certainly well endowed (although it almost seemed as if her breasts had actually grown since she found out that Max preferred girls with larger chests).
Sal looked quizzically at the mirror, not sure what she was supposed to make of the slutty air hostess costume. She knew she was attractive, but hadn't expected her stylist to play up this angle quite so much... tugging on her skirt, she practiced the sexy little smile her mentor had taught her, then blushed at the sheer humiliation of it all.
Angel hugged his stylist as he finished making the last alteration (of Angel's suggestion) to his costume. It was hardly a very original outfit, but at least Angel's improvements helped. His mentor had been determined that he should play up the happy, cheerful angle of his personality, so here he was, dressed as Santa Claus. The beard had been too much - he had to be recognisable, and he had pointed out that he didn't want to make himself look fat, he wanted to look healthy and well. It had been his suggestion for the tight black thigh high boots, and he thought they suited him very well. He was easily recognisable as santa, himself and a sexy beast (or so he thought) all at the same time, and he congratulated himself on achieving the latter two images.

will finish later.

(angel isn't district 9, btw, district 7. idk who is dressing as a tree, but we can look it up)

Yuiko twirled happily. Her mentor had talked long and hard with her stylist, and their combined effor had produced Yuiko a dress made out of songbirds. They clung happily to the simple sturdy dress she wore, occasionally fluttering off and around her, so her dainty figure emerged from a cloud of beautiful, colourful birds. She was delighted at their song, and her radiant happiness shone through her face.

and as district 12 will probably have matching costumes, i leave it for anna-chan to decide lol me is lazy.

District 7 is lumber (trees)
9 is grain...

oh shoot, i meant to put angel in district 8, as i wanted him with textiles, due to his whole fashion thing... dayum. that's where the santa thing was coming from.

I can send NCP over to 7. I won't necessrily put him in a tree outfit though. He probably won't let me.

danke schon!! who is angel's partner now, i wonder...

oh, benia...

mewl, i am so, so bad at flirting *blushes* what have i said!?! i am so embarrassed... *dies on floor*

Benia. Have fun.

For angel


Maishana shot a last glance at herself admiringly in the mirror. District one always seemed to be able to put on a fantastic costume show. Hardly surprising, the district had such a range of attributes the stylists were at liberty to do pretty much anything they liked with the parade cotumes. Luxury, that was what was associated with district 1, and it was definitely on show with the costumes. Much as Maishana hated showing her emotions, she couldn't help grinning in self-satisfaction as she reached to make a minute adjustment to the golden coronet perched atop her her head, the gems set into the metal shining with an etheral light from her black tresses, which hung to her waist with the help of some cleverly placed hair extensions. The long septre, plated with silver and gold and inlaid with the same stones, rested surprisingly lightly in both hands. Her dress, drapy, but still somehow managing to accentuate her figure, appeared to be made of a river of gold, every movement making it shimmer and glisten.

ONE COSTUME. ARGH.

YOU CAN DO IT!! ~*MORAL SUPPORT*

Someone needs to post a link to this pretty pretty lady:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-BbpaNXbxg
Let me distract you whilst I reread all this bs, do my scores (again *le sigh*) and then dress Karl up in a cat suit responsibly think about the outfits. They will be horny spectacular

Scores:
Logan; 10 - Oh please bitches, this is Logan we're talking about- he's a freaking ninja. A wonderful example of a god-character, his super-jumped up intelligence means he's both highly capable in martial arts, aided by his ability to predict the moves of his opponent(s) to an accuracy of 98%, including the projectile paths of arrows and bullet It also means he can do sexy maths, which is super effective against the rare Pokemon known as a Karl. The Karl is not proud of this fact. He's most skilled with throwing knives, swords and hand to hand combat and fairly skilled with a bow. God character you say? Yes. Yes he is.
Karl; 0 - Oh Karl. He claimed that being a (and I quote) "dancing monkey" went against his morals, and then utilised the rest of his time to inform the game masters about facts addressing the volcano. He was later escorted from the room, putting up no resistance what so ever. Well done old chap.
Iris; 6 - Picking up a sword, her handling of it indicated she was quite talented with it, but instead of using it against targets, she instead appeared to have devised a routine with the sword which was a display of "suggestive" motions, best utilising that penile object for her own purposes. She then tried to get off with multiple members of her audience, which was accredited to her as a cunning way to try and escape. She too was escorted out, by two bodyguards, both of whom were later spotted leaving a storage cupboard looking rather flustered and plastered with lipstick.
Dez; 7 - Dez... *sigh* Dez stormed in, sat down by the wall opposite the game masters and then picked at his nails for several minutes, displaying his middle finger and grinning menacingly whenever asked to do something productive. Once again, my characters demonstrate their ability to piss of the authorities, as he too was ordered to be escorted off of the premise, however it was here he earned his points, demonstrating create agility, speed and fighting skills, specifically with double sai swords. Severely injured three of the body guards and stole half the food from the game master's tables.
Gabriel; 10 - Serious, focused and highly concentrated Gabriel actually took this shit seriously and proved his skill with a bow and arrow to be frighteningly perfect *cue hair flick* as well as showing he could handle a blade well. He did not speak once. Heads up kids, he can be a moody cat this one.
Jessie; 8 - I don't care.
Daisy; 7 - Still don't care.
Elaine; 4 - Did little other than fall asleep, only abilities demonstrated were light resistance against the body guards, in which she punched one and knocked him out and then left by her own free will.

that's nice, but you forgot to do their costumes for the ceremony...

*cracks knuckles* Okay bitches, it's catwalk time. I hate clothes. Why are you making me do this?

Logan did not know whether to feel over exposed, regal or just plain overwhelmed. He'd spent his life living in plain black uniform, hoodies and jeans. Clothes of this level of grandeur were beyond him- and they were so complicated! Swallowing, he allowed himself to glance back at his reflection to try and come to terms with his new appearance.
He had to give his stylist credit, he did look good, for him. She'd taken his darker skin tone and odd facial structure and some how managed to make it look exotic, enticing. It was very odd for him to associate those two words with himself, but then his reflection seemed to him an entirely different person. Blinking back at him, the male before him was practically glowing thanks to all the treatments of the capitol, his previously sallow skin now rich, almost golden, although that might be due to the reflection of light from all the jewellery adorning him. Pressed down over his hair -which like his skin had taken on a previously absent healthy glow, looking gentle and silky as it curled down his jawline- was a golden circle with intricate designs woven into the metalwork, hundreds of tiny beads of fine jewels encrusted into it's surface. Marked onto his skin, to play on his ethnicity -although he wished to point out it was the wrong culture- temporary henna had been used to pattern his cheeks and around his eyes with flamboyant swirls, which had taken an hour to draw onto his skin.
He wore no shirt, which only made him squirm in discomfort, but draped from golden rings around his shoulders were veils of translucent earthy material, all of which were embedded with tiny little crystals that turned a rainbow of colours in the light, morphing and glittering a new shade with even the slightest movement he made. Like his face, his skin had been patterned with foreign designs and he felt as if he had just fallen from a storybook of ancient gods and barbaric warriors. Despite his discomfort as he stood there, clutching the sceptre that only added to the illusion, he had to admit that if this didn't impress those he needed to sponsor him, he didn't know what would, for it was the first time in his life that had looked... well, desirable.

...Logan, why is your clothes porn so long? You hate clothes too?!?! wtf have they done to you?!?!?!?!

Lady, I was getting onto that. This requires a great deal of writing and I do not enjoy writing clothes porn. Pft. I will inevitably die before they're all finished.

(also I forgot to lol at Iris and her body-shifting powers even in this that you mentioned Iris is such a troll)
Feathers were so annoying. Gabriel didn't want to ruin his chances by looking sullen, but he couldn't help giving the swarm of feathers plastered around him mutinous, moody glares every now and then as he stepped up into the carriage, holding little interest in his partner, who also looked rather disgruntled by their attire. Nor did he appreciate the fact that he was shirtless, despite the cloud of feathers surrounding him. Smiling wasn't really his thing, but he tried to force something vaguely resembling an expression of friendliness onto his mouth, feeling more stupid by the minute.
Karl felt rather bad-ass, and very pleased with their costumes. His partner, Jessie, seemed rather displeased as she glowered down at her attire, claiming that it was in no way advertising them, that it was generic and that it didn't flatter her figure in the slightest, but her complaints were lost on Karl- he was in a state of irreversible bliss as he twirled around, his arms out in front of him as he waggled his fingers, inspecting himself. The concept had supposedly been to turn them both into human circuit boards, and no matter where he looked on himself or how closely, he would always find another blinking light, tiny little wire or notch that he hadn't noticed before. It was incredibly nerdy of him, but he was in love with his costume, the intricate surface pattern close fitting and like Lycra, but decorative. Both of their faces had been embedded with tiny little green body gems on the side of their faces and they were both wearing contacts, turning their irises a coppery gold, the pupils unnaturally small so they looked startled. Karl did not normally care much for clothing, but he had to confess, this, this he loved.
Naturally, the choice of goddess had been Iris's idea -her incompetent oaf of a stylist had thought some dolt like Athena would be a good idea, or the wife of Zeus, Hera, to match Max's, but Iris had known the second goddesses had gotten involved exactly who she wanted to be. She also knew that Max would approve of her decision, so she checked herself before going through to him to make sure her costume was right; after all, he could well end up being her last fuck, so she wanted to be worshipped by the time they got down to that.
Aphrodite- she was the obvious choice, was she not? The goddess of love and beauty, who seduced men and toyed with their hearts. She was perfect. Iris was also very pleased with her costume. Her hair, red like in the famous paintings of the goddess, was coiled and plaited into intricate patterns, half clasped close-knit to her scalp with roses threaded into them, whilst the other half flowed down her back and over her shoulder in voluptuous volumes, tiny little flowers knitted in-between. Clasped over her breasts, in true mythological tradition, were two large clam shells, tied to her body with lace ribbons that shimmered elegantly, baby blue in colour and perfect against the richness of her hair. Tied around her waist was a white, layered half-skirt that was simple in comparison, but left one of her legs very much exposed. Tattooed across her arms and legs were beautiful and detailed depictions of those creatures associated with the goddess of love, dolphins, swans, doves and so on, all embedded with glitter, making her look like a living mirage when she moved. Hung around her neck was an ornate pendant of gold, set with a large but flat golden apple motif at the end. On her exposed pale stomach, body paint had been used to create patterns of swirls which all came together to form a separated heart, each half adorning one of her sides, a peachy pink in colour that also shimmered in the light. Where Max had his impressive lightening bolt, she had thin vines of thorn-less roses wrapped around her arms, from which impossible butterflies flitted free at odd, random intervals, surrounding her in an array of colour. Smirking at her reflection, she pushed her chest forward to an angle where it was best on display, pulled her skirt away from her leg a little more and then entered the next room to find Max, looking over his regal appearance approvingly.


I'll get there eventually... *sigh*

Dez? Covered in songbirds? It had been mutally consensually agreed that Dez would not have a costume quite matching Yuiko's -who seemed very pleased with hers-, a decision which had been greatly aided by Dez's flat death-glare the second it had even been considered an option. He was only putting up with this crap to give his friends back home an amusing sarcastic show, flitting around like an airhead covered in birds was not included in that plan. Instead, they'd gone with something more traditional for him, covering his body with synthetic vines, having decided to use his muscular build to their advantage, along with his dark skin tone. Woven around him so that the sides of his midriff were exposed along with his inner forearms, the front of the his thighs and his feet, the vines were thick as rope and had large green leaves sprouting from them at random intervals, coming together to give him an oddly spritely appearance, making him look like some kind of pixie emerging from a shrub. Dez wasn't exactly pleased with it, feeling on the whole entirely ridiculous, but it was better than bloody songbirds, so he had allowed it. His black hair had been tied back into a knot at the base of his skull, but loose tendrils had slipped out to frame his face and then, once they realised these loose scraps of hair with inevitable, the stylists had utilise them to weave tiny little ribbons into them to form the thinnest of plaits, the green ribbon the annoyingly shimmering kind. Dez was at the end of his tether when they decided to put make up on him outlining his eyes in smoky black pencil and then drawing tiny little patterns off of the basic eye-liner line at the corners of his eyes, even going as far as to apply mascara to him. Unfortunately they'd threatened that it was either that or bloody, bloody songbirds, so Dez had been forced to begrudgingly allow them to defile him. Even he admitted however, that by the end, he looked pretty damn impressive, albeit like a complete and total fairy. Perhaps he could just play the gay angle in this to get him votes? Stupid thinking, there was no point in him getting votes if he had no chance of winning. On the plus side- he wasn't wearing a bunch of birds for clothes. He always had that.

...I don't think Dez appreciated the awesomeness of Yuiko's costume, I apologise.

Can I just skip the other three, for who I do not care in the slightest for- I am so heartless, but clothes porn is damn tiring man.