Hey everyone! I just finished writing the 373rd Hunger Games, where Taylor Slicer from District 1, created by AxedFox, was crowned victor. Now, I am moving on to the 374th. The sign-ups are first come, first serve, and reservations last three days. A lot of the spots are already reserved, so make sure to sign up quickly!
A descendant of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark has been elected President. He restarted the Hunger Games, starting with the 76th. They've continued for hundreds of years.
|Capitol||Male||Jacob Heinel||18||6'4||Throwing Knives||MissRandomStuff|
|1||Female||Evangeline "Eva" Rhode||18||5'7||Blowgun, Axe||DrewlovesKuinn|
|3||Male||Pylon Spike||18||6'7||Axe, Sword||TBWTPT|
|3||Female||Mystique Darkbloom||14||5'6||Axe, Blowgun||Kaaitlyn|
|4||Male||Tenatious Redpath||18||6'4||Trident, Net||Ntomahawks22|
|5||Male||Flare Colson||15||5'6||Bow and Arrow, Hatchet||AxedFox|
|5||Female||Natalie Hartford||17||5'6||Sickle, Blowgun||TheDeadlyOne|
|6||Male||Zane Prudence||17||6'0||Dagger, Crossbow||Ranger1434|
|7||Male||Keith Blerim||16||5'8||Axe, Throwing Axe||Ougi-kun|
|7||Female||Arena Dallow||18||6'0||Axe, Throwing Knives||Hyta100|
|8||Male||Octavian Silvercrest||18||5'10||Bow and Arrow, Throwing Knives||LightStone123|
|9||Male||Xavier Doron||18||6'4||Knife, Throwing Knives||Wesolini|
|9||Female||Silver Becket||16||5'5||Throwing Knives, Dagger||Annamisasa|
|10||Male||Plasma Serkan||18||6'4||Knife, Spear||Ninja~Toast|
|10||Female||Samantha Denise||16||5'7||Knife||Hermione the Erudite|
|11||Female||Grania Goldheart||16||5'7||Bow and Arrow, Throwing Knives||VDA999|
|12||Female||Crystal Valiance||16||5'6||Bow and Arrow, Knife||FrostSnake|
|13||Male||Manner Krueger||18||6'3||Sword, Dagger||Manner me456|
Capitol - Jacob Heinel
"Brring! Brring!" my alarm clock rattles on my marble-topped bedside table. I reach over and press the little button on top to stop it. I slowly get out of bed, and flick on the tv in my room as I get dressed for the day. The news reporter, some woman wearing purple feathers all over, is talking about reaping day. Oh shit. That's today! I completely forgot. I was planning on volunteering, to show everyone, especially Candace, that I'm not some wimp that gets dumped easily. See, Candace Tarlington was my girlfriend for an entire year. We were the most popular couple in school, and I was so used to being a "cool" kid. And then she dumped me. Suddenly, all my friends ditched me and I was "uncool", while Candace dated some other guy, and they ruled the school, like I used to...
Whenever a couple breaks up, there's always a winner and a loser. And so far, Candace was winning. By a lot. But today I'm going to take the lead. I'm going to volunteer for the Hunger Games.
I look in the mirror and see my toned body, with only my boxers on. My blonde hair is swept across my forehead, and my boyish smile is pearly white. My muscular arms are flexing, and my slightly hairy chest looks strong. My washboard abs lead down to my muscular legs. Damn, I'm one good-looking guy. Why would Candace break up with me?
I put on a gray collared shirt and a black tie, with black dress pants. Then I exit my room into my family's penthouse apartment.
"Good morning Jake!" my mother sings from the kitchen as she places my breakfast on the kitchen table. It's eggs and bacon, my favorite. I shove the eggs into my mouth, almost choking on them.
"Geez, Jake, slow down!" my father says, watching me intently from across the table. I grin and swallow my eggs, then proceed to put the bacon strips in my mouth.
"Why are you in such a rush?" my mother asks, "We don't have to go to the reaping for an hour."
"I just want to talk a walk around the block before I go," I mutter, "See ya soon!" I walk out of our down and step into the elevator. I press the lobby button, and the elevator door closes. It opens moments later, and I wave to the doorman as I walk out the door of the apartment complex, into the crisp spring air. The street is abuzz with Capitol citizens walking about, with colors everywhere. I walk past all of the familiar shops I grew up near, and I realize I'm going to miss this place if I volunteer. Should I? After about a half hour, I go back into the apartment building and my parents are waiting in the lobby.
"Reading for the reaping?" my father asks, clutching his keys.
"Yeah," I mutter, gulping. I think I'm going to stay here. We drive to the reaping in our little car, and my father parks it. I hug my parents, and then proceed to the zapper lady. She zaps my finger and scans the blood. I walk to the section for 18 year old boys. We're directly across from the 18 year-old girls. I look at them all, when I catch Candace's eye. She gives me a faint smile, and then whispers something to her friend. They both bust out laughing, and I immediately hate her all over again. I have to show her I'm not weak.
"Hello, Capitol citizens!" screams the escort into the mic, silencing the crowd. "Let's get a winner this year, ok?" she says rhetorically. I expected her to say some kind of long speech, but she gets right to the actual reaping. "Our male tribute is," she begins unfolding the slip of paper in her hand, "Raymond Dale!"
"I volunteer!" I shout. The crowd gasps. I look at Candace, and I can tell by the blank look on her face that she's shocked. Ha. She'll see. When I come back a victor, she'll be the loser of the breakup. I walk to the stage and up the steps.
"What's your name sweetie?" the escort asks.
"Jacob Heinel," I tell her.
"Congratulations, Jacob," she says, "Now, let's see who the female tribute will be!" She reaches her hand in the girl's bowl and pulls out a name. "Clara Oswald!" she yells. The girls in the grade below me part, as a girl with beautiful brown eyes walks confidently to the stage. She is dressed very nicely, and I can tell she has money.
"Give a round of applause for your tributes!" the escort urges. The crowd cheers, and she puts her hand on mine and Clara's back. "You guys are going to do great!" I smile and look at Clara. She just keeps staring straight ahead.
"I'm Jacob," I say to her when we step on the train. I hold my hand out for her to shake, but she doesn't.
"I know, I heard you say it," she says coldly.
"Uhh. What'd I do to you?" I ask, annoyed.
"Nothing. I just think it's sad that you volunteered, that's all," she mumbles. I shrug my shoulders and sit down on the plush couch. Why is it sad that I volunteered? Isn't it an honor to compete in the Games? Or am I just an idiot?
District 1 - Eva Rhode
I stare at the band of hair around my wrist. The multitude of colors and and textures makes me even more hungry to add another hair to the chain. Another victim. Another person who would never see the earth again.
These games were unfortunately cancelled. However, I did write down the general idea of how the tributes would have placed, so here it is:
28. Samantha Denise
27. Mystique Darkbloom
26. Keith Blerim
25. Eva Destiny
24. Yolanda Monkoffio
23. Flare Colson
22. Natalie Hartford
21. Zane Prudence
20. Manner Krueger
19. Max Smith
18. Ava Merle
17. Xavier Doron
16. Clara Oswald
15. Austin West
14. Pylon Spike
13. Octavian Silvercrest
12. Arena Dallow
11. Tenatious Redpath
10. Jacob Heinel
9. Scarr Blade
8. Shen Seraph
7. Tina Perry
6. Evangeline "Eva" Rhode
5. Elliot Conakry
4. Silver Becket
3. Crystal Valiance
2. Grania Goldheart
Victor: Plasma Serkan