Welcome, to the 58th annual Hunger games! The rules follow as a regular Games. There will be an arena twist since the Game Makers are feeling extra creative. Other than that, rules as normal.
And may the odds be ever in your favour.- Your Game Makers Leapy and Miscy
The Arena Map
The Arena will be a little... Different this Games. The arena will begin as a Desert Confinement. Then, half way through the Games, the tributes will wake up to a Frozen Wasteland!
Backstory: (Please make it as detailed as possible)
|Tribute (Name)||District||Gender||Age||Weapon(s)||Strengths||Weaknesses||Alliances||Owner||Placing/Day dead/Killed by|
|Drake Mordan||1||Male||15||Sword, Spear, Axe||Strong, can fight well||Is short and slow||Careers||Theman77|
|Almary Wintes||1||Female||17||Daggers (Preferably two at a time), or blowgun. (Is better with the daggers)||Sneaky, agile, quick||Can't leave helpless younger person to die, gets too attached to people.||Careers||Zokab26|
|Raven Mockingjay||2||Male||16||Sythe, throwing knives||Swimming, running, hunting||Left arm, hand-to-hand combat||Careers||Raven HG|
|Thyra Sarin||2||Female||17||Composite bow||Aim and sight are terrific, fast runner||Can't climb, used to being fed alot||Careers||Wesolini|
|Truffle Gloss||3||Male||16||Axe, but also good with throwing knives||Hand-to-hand combat, climbing, running||Swimming||Careers||AxedFox|
|Eclair Gloss||3||Female||16||Swords, but also good with throwing knives||Hand-to-hand combat, accuracy, running, swimming||Climbing||Careers||AxedFox|
|Blake Hatch||4||Male||17||Swords, knives||Strong, can adapt to most environments, good swimmer||Right ankle (very weak)||Careers||Tails818|
|Katya Washington||4||Female||12||Prefers bow or spear||Fast runner, can hunt a little, can fish, and identify most basic plants||Gets shy, has short temper||Satini McDonald, Larassa Quentin, Owl Night||A Wikia Contributor|
|Magnas Velocity||5||Male||18||Mace, Axe||Speed, Strength, Intelligence||Swimming, Climbing||N/A||LightStone123|
|Anais Watterson||5||Female||14||Machete, Knives, Spear, Blowgun with Poison Darts||Her intelligence (especially about the power of physics and how it helps us), Hand-to-hand combat, Knife throwing, Spectacular Strength, Flexible Body, Stealth and Great at Manipulating||Sucks in archery||Career Tributes||BloodHunter99|
|Lucas Rayden||6||Male||17||Preferably bow, but is good with kinves||Keeps calm, and hear and see well, trustworthy||Not a fast swimmer, bad with open fields/territories||N/A||Zokab26|
|Swift Mage||6||Female||12||Mace, seduction, dagger||She is very fast, great at sneaking around. Stealthy. She also has a great swing, and stab. She is also great at seducting people, using her innocence as her greatest weapon.||Arragont, complains alot, has veyr little will to live.||Careers||The Boy With The Pikachu Tattoo|
|Teak Southern||7||Male||15||Mace, Club||Running, Climbing, knows plants.||Hand-to-hand combat, swimming.||District Partner||Maxoconnelll|
|Rose Greyser||7||Female||16||Throwing axes, knives||Knows how to climb, has amazing axes skills, can heal the wounded||Can't make fires,Can't hunt, can't swim, slow||District Partner||Wesolini|
|John Madrick||8||Male||17||Machete, club||Running, hand-to-hand combat||Careers, axes||Careers||Theman77|
|Satini McDonald||8||Female||12||Throwing things (ex. throwing knives), dagger, knife||Survival skills, healing||Doesn't know many weapons||Katya Washington, Owl Night, Larassa Quentin||A Wikia Contributor|
|Lofton Gifford||9||Male||16||Spear, Bow||Running, Climbing||Hand-to-hand-combat, is afraid to kill||N/A||LightStone123|
|Owl Night||9||Female||12||Knife||Very sneaky, small, stealthy, knows plants well, can climb, quick||Tiny, not strong, scares easy||
Kayta Washington, Satini McDonald, Larassa Quentin
|Osprey Pionus||10||Male||17||Throwing knives, blowgun||He is very fast and very accurate. Great with long distance weapons, decently strong, though, it isn't to be trusted and can go wrong.||Not a good swimmer at all. Quite careful, always regretting his decisions. Has a trick knee. If it is hit, he will fall.||None||The Boy With The Pikachu Tattoo|
|Larassa Quentin||10||Female||13||Lasso, whip, axe||Hunting, running||Swimming, fishing||Katya Washington, Owl Night and Satini McDonald||A Wikia Contributor|
|Isaac Presko||11||Male||16||Spear, Machete||Running, hand-to-hand combat, climbing||Dieing, deep water, Careers||Sister (District Partner)||Raven HG|
|Edith Presko||11||Female||14||Throwing axes, Bow||Climbing, swimming||Blood, Careers, Running, Snares, Blades||Brother (District Partner||Raven HG|
|Passion "Pash" Firemountain||12||Male||16||Throwing knives, sword||Incredible speed, great climber, is a natural fighter||Doesn't know how to swim. At all.||Katya Washington, Owl night, Satini McDonald.||Hammers|
|Melanoi Jet||12||Female||16||Death stars, Shurikens||Very accturate and fast. Like a ninja she prefers to stay of the ground. Keep to the trees like Rue.||She is very weak, but prefers to not fight. She also couldnt kill easily as she has high morals.||None||The Boy With The Pikachu Tattoo|
District 1-Drake Mordan:
I rose from my bed. I got up, bathed, dressed, and went outside. Today was the day. Reaping Day. I was going to voulunteer, win the Games, and maybe finally make my abusive parents proud. I left a note for them saying I went to the reaping. Hopefully it would be like every year and they would sleep till the reaping ended. I went down to the District Square and did the usual procedures. Then I waited. Just waited. Finally the escort Aquarius Fiddlewinks took the stage. He was such a goof. They should of gave him District 12. We went through the videos and finally he made his was to the reaping ball. He called Farrah Tonelli. Imediatly the crazed theif/killer Almary Wintes voulunteered. I would be glad to kill her. She was a crazed creepo. Finally Aquarius made his way to the male reaping ball. He snatched up a piece of paper. I got ready. When Aquarius spoke the name I was frozen. "Drake Mordan shall be this years District 1 male tribute!" I imediatly took the stage. He instructed me to shake Almary's hand but I refused. No used getting attached to someone I planned on killing.
District 2-Thyra Sarin:
This morning was the reapings. And it was my year. I was going to volunteer, and make my family proud. I jumped out of bed, and raced into our kitchen. It was fairly large, considering our family.Dad was already at work, helping the Peacekeepers set up for this morning's reaping. Mum was sitting at the table, reading a book while she sipped her coffee. I grabbed an apple, and ate it quickly, before showering and getting dressed. I looked at the time. 9:30am. The reaping starts in 30 minutes! I walked outside, and felt the sun on my face. There were people milling around the town square already. I found my boyfriend, Jace, standing with his friends. We started talking, until a Peacekeeper told us to line up. We all went over to get our fingers pricked, and then stood in line. I stood in the 17 year girls section, waiting. Finally, our escort, Millia Jyris, toddled onto the stage in her 6 inch heels. "Good Morning District Two!" She cheered in her pitchy Capitol accent. She starts talking for about half an hour. When she is finally finished, the video from the Capitol about the origin of the Games starts playing. When it finishes, Millia once again toddles over to the Female reaping bowl and reaches inside. Before she gets the chance to read the name, I confidently call out "I volunteer!" and before there is even a reaction, I stride up to the stage. I say my name into the microphone, and then she walks over to the boy's reaping bowl. Millia is again cut off, this time, by a boy, about 16 years old, with black hair, pale skin, and olive eyes. "I am Raven Mockingjay, and I volunteer as tribute." Millia makes us both shake hands, before standing between us and grabbing our hands, raising them above our heads, saying "Ladies and gentlemen, Thyra Sarin and Raven Mockingjay! Our District Two tributes for the 58th Annual Hunger Games!"
District 3-Eclair Gloss:
I sat up and got out of bed. it had been two whole months without any crime-commiting. I was proud od Tuffle and I. Thinging to the present I got in the shower. After I was dressed Truffle and I ate breakfast. We ate some bread and goat cheese and then went straight down to the District Square. The stupid, annoying escort Megella Wrotbar tawddled across the stage, her tall heels making and annoying "tap tap tap" noise. I wanted to kill her. Truffle must of felt me tense because he grabbed my hand, calming me down. AFter the video she went on to the... the male reaping ball. She smiled. "How about a little mix up! Fun right?" Just about then I was ready to stab her. She swept up a piece of paper and cleary read it. "Truffle Gloss!" I lost it. Before anything could happen I shouted. "I voulunteer! I don't care who you choose, I voulunteer!" Togther Truffle and I made our way to the stage. I spoke my name into the microphone. "Elcair Gloss! And that is my brother Truffle!" Megella smiled. "Well there you have it. Your District Three tributes! Eclair and Truffle Gloss!" I held my self togther as we were taken to the Justice Builing. I was going into the Hunger Games...
District 4-Blake Hatch:
As I woke up this morning, to see the lake outside my bedroom window glistening in the sunlight, I realised what day it was. Reaping day! I raced out of bed, and quickly showered a grabbed some toast before walking out the door. Mum and Dad would probably be there already. They always have to be there before the reaping, to help set it up, and they had to talk to the Mayor. As I munched on my toast, I walked out the door, towards the town square. It was only 9:45am. I had fifteen minutes, so I started walking around, going no where in particular. District four is surrounded by the most beautiful scenery. As I walk near the lake, I get pulled from behind. A Peacekeeper was dragging me towards the Town Square. It's reaping time. I get my hand pricked, and line up with the other 17 year old males of District 4. Our escort from the Capitol, Killen DeMarin, stalked onto the stage that had been set up at the front of the town square. He wasn't like most escorts. He didn't talk for so long, like most of the escorts we've had over the years. He had a deep voice, and he didn't have dyed skin or any other stupid Capitol fashions. He quickly said the same things he said last year, and then the video from the Capitol started playing. Once the video finished, he walked over the to female reaping bowl, and pulled out a name. "Katya Washington." He called out in his deep voice. A girl with long, wavy brown and black hair, slightly tanned skin, and blue-green eyes walked calmy up to the stage, but you could see in her sea coloured eyes that she was terrified. She only looked about 12. Killen then walked over to the male reaping bowl, and pulled out a slip of paper. I was too deep in thought about how Katya must be feeling, and I didn't hear Killen call the name. I didn't need to. I was being pushed and shoved by the people around me. My name had been called. I stumbled up to the stage, still not entirely aware of the fact that in the near future, I would be going into the Hunger Games. Killen told us to shake hands, and then we were dragged off to the Justice Building, to say goodbye.
District 5-Magnas Velocity:
I wandered through the woods, often listening for noise in the District Square. I couldn't wait for the reaping. I would voulunteer for these Games. I would win. I knew I could. I checked them time from my watch. My most prized possesion. I would take it to the arena with me. Just thinking about the Games made me happy. I wandered a little longer. Finally around 9:30 I started on my way back. By the time I got there most of the kids had gotten all procedures done and were in line. The video was about to end. I hurried and got in line. She went on and called out some girls name. After Anais Watterson took the stage I yelled as loud as I could. "I vouluneer as tribute!" I excitedly took the stage and shook hands with Anais. The escort, Fabri Annoli, smiled and spoke in her horrid Capitol accent. "Well there you have it. Anais Watterson and..." She paused. I grabbed the microphone. "Magnas Velocity." She smiled. "Your tributes for District 5." Were we then taken away to the Justice Building to say goodbye. But I had no one to say goodbye to. I just couldn't wait to get in the arena. I would show everyone, even the dreaded Capitol, that no one could control me. That I was my own free person. And I would do as I please.
District 6-Swift Madge:
I roll out of bed, hitting the ground hard. I mutter a few swear words under my breath, as I stand up. Today is reaping day. Oh joy. In case you didn't notice, that was sarcasm. Stupid Capitol. I drag myself into the bathroom, and start preparing for today. As I walk out the door, I can practically feel the stares burning into the back of my neck. All of the girls whisper about me behind my back. Thinking I don't know. Idiots. I walk down the street, beinging followed by a group of fakes who think they're my posse. And then, behind those "friends" are the bumbling idiots of District 6. Probably drolling all over me. As we walked up to the full District square, the crowd parted, to let us through. We got our fingers pricked, blood taken, and we walked into our age and gender groups, waiting for our stupid escort. When she finally arrived, Lillian DeLevil almost fell over immediately. Stupid heels. What are they, like 10 inchs high?! She went on talking about the Capitol for about an hour, it sure felt like it. I wanted to run up onto the stage and hit her with her stupid 10 inch heels. I muttered a few curse words, and told her to shut up under my breath. It was pretty good timing, because at the moment, she cried out in her high pitched Capitol voice, "And now, a video all the way from the Capitol! Enjoy!!" She plastered an overly cheerful smile on her face, and everyone's eyed turned to the screen. It was the same boring video they have shown for so many years. I mean, can't they show a newer video? Lazy Capitolites. Once the video stopped, Lillian walked over to the Male reaping bowl. "How about a bit of a mix up, okay? The District Six male tribute will be... Lucas Rayden!" I watch as a boy makes his way to the stage. He looks about 17. I've seen him around. He's ruthless. Quite smart, very manipulative. I was contemplating if he might be able to make it home, when I hear my name called. "Swift Mage" My name was ringing in my ears as I started walking. I was going to win. Even if I had to beat Lucas. Such a shame. He seemed like a nice guy too. If he weren't so evil. We shake hands, then get hauled off to the Justice building. No one comes to say goodbye to me. All I can think of, is how sweet it will be to return home. I smile smugly, as I enter the train. A few weeks of holidays will be a good break from this hell hole.
District 7-Rose Greyser:
I stepped out of the shower, doing my hair and getting dressed. I had already helped Lirin and Annelinde get dressed and ready. They were sitting outside our house in the grass. Mom was at work with dad, trying to earn money. Sometimes I wondered if they would manage without me. What if they picked me... I shook the thought away, knowing that could never happen. I ate some bread bread and drank a glass of water. I went out side and told my little brother and sister it was time to go. It was Lirin's first year being entered. Annelinde's second. But the night before I made sure they both knew I would voulunteer for Annelinde if she was called and told Lirin that it was just his first year, his name was only in once. With one of each of Lirin and Addelinde's hands in mine, one on each side, I led the way to the District Square. We arrived about the same time everyone else was. Our silly escort, Milinda Gunther, was already on stage, waiting with an awkward, makeup cover, smile on her face. Once everyone was in there respective groups she called out. "Well, well. It is that grand time of the year again! Well, first here is a video, directly from the Capitol!" After the boring video was finally over she tawddled over to the female reaping ball. She snatched up a name. I took a deep breath. I almost had a heart attack when she called out, "Rose Greyser!" I heard Lirin whimper, but someone must've comforted him since he got quiet. Addelinde stayed silent, probably in shock. I made my way up to the stage, starring out into the crowd of boys, wondering which innocent person I would sadly possibly have to kill. Milinda took out a paper and read, "Teak Southern!" Some doofy looking kid came up on stage, fumbling with his glasses. Even though he looked like a goof, I knew him from school, and he was a genius. We shook hands and Melinda whisked us away to the Justice Building. I spent my last hour in District 7 comforting my whole family. At the end, my father had to detach Lirin from my leg. And Annelinde was crying in my mother's dress. I looked upon them sadly as they left. Now off to the Capitol...
District 8-John Madrick:
I wake up, the sun shining, and the birds singing. It seems like such a beautiful day. Such a beautiful, evil day. Reaping day. I rolled out of bed, groaning. Stupid capitol. I quickly clean myself, and brush my teeth. I comb my dirty blonde hair. Grabbing some food, I head out the door, ducking and weaving in between people. They're everywhere. I made my way slowly to town square, munching on my bread roll. I finished my roll, as I got to the town square. It was already full. I got my finger pricked, and stood in line, as our dopey Capitol escort, Jarmin, made his way onto the stage, falling over several times. Seriously, do these Capitolites not know how to walk? He talked for what felt like an hour, about something. I wasn't really listening. I was just daydreaming about leaving this hell hole. I wish I could just leave this place. Once the idiotic escort finally finished, he said in his squeaky, pitchy Capitol accent, "And now, lets watch this very interesting, educational video about the Hunger Games!" As the video played, I rolled my eyes. Same as last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. I half watch the video, because I know it off by heart. Jarmin walked over to the male female reaping bowl, almost tripping over again. He pulled out a slip of paper, and read it aloud. "Satini McDonald." A twelve year old girl with long, light brown hair, that falls into ringlets, pale skin, and jade green eyes, walked to the stage, smiling sweetly, but she was obviously scared. I can't blame her. I'd be terrified if I was going into the Hunger Games. I was to busy wondering if Satini would mke it to the final six, or even back home, so I didn't notice Jarmin walk over to the male reaping bowl and select a name. "John Madrick. Is there a John Madrick in the audience anywhere?" Before I could think, my legs carried me to the stage, and I shook hands with Satini, then we were dragged off to the Justice Building. All I could think was 'I hope I don't have to kill that little girl. She seems so innocent.'
District 9-Loften Gifford:
I stood paitently next to all the other 16 year old boys. The escort, Shilia Vesprilla, was standing, watching the video intently. I almost decided to leave. But the thought of have another lashing this week changed my mind. My little brother Griffin and I kept making eye contact. I could tell he wanted to cry and hide. My attention was turned back to Shilia as she spoke, "All right ladies and gentlemen! Time for the ladies!" She walked over to the glass ball and drew out Owl Night's name. I had seen her around. She was like me. She was often alone, and she occasionally ditched out on field work. After Owl made her way to the stage, Shilia took point next to the boys reaing bowl. My heart dropped as she read the name. "Griffin Gifford!" Before Griffin had the chance to even move I voulunteered. I made my way to the stage, shook Owl's hand, and then went off to the Justice Building. As my family sat in that room, all I could find myself saying was, "Be safe." Or "I'm sorry." Then we just cried. Finally a peace keeper came, taking me off to the train.
District 10-Larassa Quentin:
I literally fell out of bed this morning. As I lay on the ground, limbs sprawled out in awkward positions, I remember what today is. Reaping day. The most feared day in all of Panem. I quickly shower, get dressed and then comb my straight black hair. I start to think about what will happen in this years' Games, as I walk to town square. I get my finger pricked, and patiently wait in line with the other 13 year girls in my district. The escort, who's name I can't even pronounce, skipped onto the stage. I think her name was Gertty, or something. Whenever someone says her name, it sounds like they're throwing up. I can't blame them, if they are throwing up. Just looking at her, I want to puke. Her hair is pink. Not all the same shade. It's darker at the top, and gets lighter as it goes down her head. At her waist, her hair is blindingly white-pink, but on the very top of her head, her hair is dark magenta. Her hair colour has caused me, and most of District 10, to refer to her as pinkie. As "Pinkie" walked over to the reaping bowl, I noticed she was wearing a magenta mermaid dress, and a ridiculous hot pink flower in her hair. I rolled my eyes. She pulls out a slip of paper, and calls as clearly as she can in that ridiculous Capitol accent, "Larassa Quentin." Her voice rang through my ears as people pushed and shoved me to the stage. I was still in shock as she called out the boy's name. "Osprey Pionus." A boy about 17 years old walked to the stage. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. A sullen appearance on his face. "Here are your tributes for the 58th annual Hunger Games, District 10!" Pinkie screeched, as she toodled off the stage. We were taken to the Justice building, to say goodbye. Mum and Dad were both crying and kept hugging me. When a Peacekeeper came in and dragged Mum and Dad away, I started to plan my battle strategy. This was when it finally sunk in. I was going into the Hunger Games. And there was a chance I wouldn't survive.
District 11-Issac Presko:
I woke up early this morning, and went for a run, to clear my head. Today was reaping day. I sighed, as I walked back into my house. Edith stired in her bed. I snuck into the bathroom, and quickly prepared. I got dressed in my reaping clothes, and woke Edith. She quickly bathed, and got dressed, and we walked to town square together. We got our fingers pricked, and were roughly shoved in the direction of our age groups. I stood in line, thinking what Edith and I will have for dinner. We've nearly run out of bread, and our cheese is going off. I snapped back into attention as the escort, Beresa, walked onto the stage. More like fell. She tripped as she was walking up the stairs. I don't see how she tripped. She was wearing sneaker-like shoes. Converse. Apparently they were very popular. A long time ago. As she started talking, it was plain to see she wasn't born or raised in the capitol. Her accent isn't the same as everyone else's. It's not as pitchy. Beresa is nice. Not snobby. As she finished talking in her fake accent, the video from the Capitol starts playing. I've seen this video so many times I know it off by heart, inside out and backwards. She walked over to female the reaping bowl, almost falling over again. I'm starting to think they un-teach you how to walk. She pulls out a slip of paper, and reads it clearly. "Edith Presko." I was so shocked, and when I saw Edith, I saw she was too. This will not end well. By the time Beresa was walking over to the male reaping bowl, I had made up my mind. I was going to volunteer, and protect Edith. Then, she would make it home. But, before I could volunteer, I heard my name being called. What? I was being pushed up to the stage, and before I knew it, Beresa told us to shake hands. As we were leaving the stage, Beresa gave us a sad look. Probably because there is a fair chance neither of us will survive in the arena. But, we will both return to our home District. It will probably just be in two white boxes.
District 12-Passion(Pash) Firemountain:
After rounding up my little brother and sister and sending them over to the place where all the under-age kids from District 12 waited, I went to get my finger pricked and take my place amoung the crowd. While the video played I had my eyes placed on my little siblings, wondering what would happen to them if I was reaped. They would probably starve. Mom and Dad could care less. We barely ever saw them. They were always in the Hob, getting drunk. As the video ended, our escort, Cecilian Redillo, clapped and annoying said, "Oh, isn't that video just wonderful." I rolled my eyes. She was so annoying. I waited as she called out, "Now, for the reapings! Ladies first!" Her heels clicked as she awkwardly walked to the reaping bowl. She slipped her fingers into the bowl, pulling out a name. She called out some girl named Melanoi Jet. I had seen her around. But never really cared. The girl made her way to the stage as Cecilian took to the boys reaping bowl. I could feel my muscled tense. I hoped with all my energy she would call out someone besides me. I about fainted as she loudly read, " Passion Firemountain!" I slowly made my way to the large stage. "It's Pash." I grumbled into the microphone. She just smiled and Melonoi and I shook hands. After spending a few precsious moments with my siblings, comfoting them, promising to give it my all. Then again, which tribute today hadn't? I knew I had second to, if not, no chance at all. After they left, I cried until I boarded the train, to be swept away to the Capitol.
Male POV-Osprey Pionus:
I stood in line next to Larassa as the trainer, Filinia, explained the importance of training. She explained how knowing the difference between poisonous and non-poisonous edible things could save us, how knowing even a little about a weapon could save us, she went on and on. Finally she finished, "Alright, go train!" The careers immediately took off to the weapons. I just rolled my eyes. Larassa took off with some other girls, whom I assumed she had formed an alliance with. I went off to the only station left empty. The plants identifying center. I began looking through the various leafs, berries, stems, roots, and many other fauna. I lifted my head as I heard yelling. It was Kayta Washington. She was yelling at Anais from 5 for accidently pushing her. I turned and watched. Anais kept saying sorry. Eventually she yelled back. "Just shut up! God Kayta, you think you are all that, when in reality, I can throw a spear WAY better than you. Watch." By this time all the attention had turned on the pair. Even the peacekeepers had stopped and were watching. Anais picked up a spear and threw it. She hit a bullseye on the target Kayta had just missed. The boy from 1, Drake clapped. The center went back to normal as everyone went back to their current activity. Drake approached the embarressed Kayta and Anais. He spoke to Anais, saying something that made Kayta very un-happy. Anais nodded and Kayta rolled her eyes. I ignored them after that and just returned to my plants. Eventually I switched, moving to weapons. I impressed a few of the tributes with my knife skills. I went on to the fire area. I practiced lighting a fire, even though I already knew how. By the end of the day I had been to every station. I was now at the camoflauge station. I had made my face look as if it was just a pile of dirt and leaves. I began to take it off as the ten minute warning was announced. I left with the rest of the tributes. Larassa and I returned to our floor. We went to bed, prepared for the final day of group training the following day.
Female POV-Thyra Sarin:
At 10:00am, Raven and I were standing in line, as Filinia repeated her words from yesterday. As I stood in line, I daydreamed, about making it back home, to my boyfriend, Jace. He had given me his earing, that he always wore, as a token. Raven snapped me out of my trance, and the Careers all walked over to the weapons section. Almary was being Almary. Who knows what's going through her mind right now. She's sneaky and quick. I'll have to keep my eye on her in the arena. She was at the knife throwing station, throwing them two at a time. Then there was Drake. He's short, and slow, but he's strong and a good fighter. I can't rule him out too quickly. He was at the axe station, throwing axes. His aim was decent. He may be of use to me, in the arena. It's a shame I'll have to kill him. Raven was now standing next to Almary, throwing knives with her. I'm not too sure what to make of him. He seems like a worthy advesary, but, I'm not really sure. Then there was the twins from 3. Truffle and Eclair. They're both good with weapons, but, they need to work on hand-to-hand combat. They should be easy to take down. They went over to the edible plants section. Pfft. Weaklings. The boy from 4, Blake wasn't doing to badly. He's a decent sword fighter, pretty strong too. The girl from 5, Anais, was good with most weapons, and smart too. She's sneaky, and could be a real threat. I'd better keep my eye on her too. I notice people looking at me, before quickly turning away. I quickly get on with my spear throwing. Bullseye. I look around smugly, as people turn away from me. Scared already, huh. They'll be terrified in the arena. As I throw spears, I begin to think about the Career group this year. There's a lot of them. The girl from 6, Swift, was flirting with her District partner, again. What's his name? Luke? Liam? I don't know. He'll be dead soon anyway. Swift will be too. I'm surprised no one's killed her yet. She's so arrogant, and seeing her flirting with everyone makes me want to puke. The other Career, John Madrick, is good with a club and a mace. He's fast, and is a good hand-to-hand fighter. Proving he can fight without weapons. The Game Makers seem to take an interest in him. He's got a shot at winning this thing. If I weren't in these games. I smirk at that though, and move onto the archery section. There I see, the boy from 6, who I still can't remember the name of. Whatever. I pick up a composite bow, and start shooting bullseyes. I look to my right, and see the boy from 6 doing the same. "Hey." I walk up and introduce myself. He mutters hello. "Do you want to join us, in the Career pack, this year? 'Cause, damn, you're a good shot." He politely declines, and walks away. Well, that's his problem. He probably won't make it past the Bloodbath anyway. The bell signals, and we go to lunch. after that, I walk over to the sword fighting station. After what seems like 10 minutes, although I know it was longer, the bell signals, and we all leave. I go to bed straight away, feeling exhausted. Tomorrow is our private training sessions, and I need to be well rested, so I'm in tip-top shape. As I drift off to sleep, all I can think of, is how sweet victory will be, once I win these games.
Drake Mordan- District 1:
I lined up outside the training center. Today was our private training session with the Game Makers. I sat down, with Almary, waiting for the others to arrive. Slowly, everyone filled in, taking their seats, waiting. Soon after everyone was seated, I heard my name called, in an automated voice. "Drake Mordan." I get up, and enter the training centre. The Game Makers were seated, with clipboards, watching my every move. I let out a shaky breath, and walked over to the axe throwing station. Come on Drake. You can do this. Just like in group training. I put on my scariest face, and threw the axe, which lodged itself right into the dummy's heart. Smirking, I picked up another axe and threw it. This time, it decapitated the dummy. I walked over to the spear throwing station, walking past the dummy's head, kicking it. I threw a few spears, got some bullseyes, and then made my way over to the sword fighting station. I totally destroyed one of the dummies. It was barely recognisable as a dummy, but more of a pile of rubble and stuffing. The Game Makers excuse me, and I head out the doors, thinking about my training score. Will I get higher then a 7? I hope so....
Almary Wintes- District 1:
After I watched Drake leave my name was called. I nervously made my way to the middle of the training center floor. I easily lifted two daggers. I fiercely threw them, each hitting the opposite sides of a dummy's head. I watched as the Game Makers took notice. I couldn't let them down. I picked up another dagger and threw it with all force at a target. The dagger smashed into the target, splicing it in two. I picked up the final dagger laying on the table. I shut my eyes, threw it at a dummy and heard a "smack!" I opened my eyes. The dagger was embedded into the dummy's forehead. I bowed, said a polite "Thank you." and left. I silently wished I had impressed them.
Raven Mockingjay - District 2:
I felt the lump in my throat as the intercom said my name. I nervously urged my feet into the room. I gulped, taking a sythe into my hands. I looked at the Game Makers. Clip boards in hand, they were ready. I took sight of the dummy in front of me. I gave the sythe a powerful throw. I followed it with my eyes as it barely missed the dummy's chest. I walked up to it, took the sythe out of its shoulder and went back to my throwing point. I gave it a go once more, this time hitting the target dead on. I lifted my head to see the head Game Maker nodding, now intrested. I went back to the table where the weapons lay, picking up a few medium sized throwing knife. I started the targets and threw each, hitting every single one dead one. I went on to impress them with a couple more knives. I missed the second by an inch or two, but it still impressed the Game Makers. I took my leave through the door. All I could do was hope for a good score.
Thyra Sarin- District 2:
I looked around, and saw everyone talking quietly amoungst themselves, or nervously picking at a stray thread on their shirt, some were pacing. They were all obviously nervous. Even some of the Careers. 'Weaklings. They shouldn't be nervous. This is what they've been training for their entire lives, why are they nervous?!' Raven had been in there for a few minutes, so I figured it would be my turn soon. "Thyra Sarin." Called an automated voice. I walked in, and bowed politely. I saw the Game Makers, holding their clipboards. I sighed, cracked my knucles and walked over to the archery station. I picked up one of the composite bows, and start shoting bullseyes. My aim is perfect, as usual, but, something makes me think this just won't be enough. So, I grab a handful of arrows, and aim the loaded bow at a wall. I shot the arrows at the wall, making a number "2", to represent my District. This way, they won't forget me. I smirk, looking at the Game Makers, scribbling onto their little clipboards. I bow again, and walk out the door. I was just replaying the memory of the Game Makers' expressions when they saw my creation. It makes me smile, everytime I think of it.
|District||Name (Male)||Score||Name (Female)||Score|
|1||Drake Mordan||Almary Wintes|
|2||Raven Mockingjay||Thyra Sarin|
|3||Truffle Gloss||Eclair Gloss|
|4||Blake Hatch||Katya Washington|
|5||Magnas Velocity||Anais Watterson|
|6||Lucas Rayden||Swift Mage|
|7||Teak Southern||Rose Greyser|
|8||John Madrick||Satini McDonald|
|9||Lofton Gifford||Owl Night|
|10||Osprey Pionus||Larassa Quentin|
|11||Isaac Presko||Edith Presko|
|12||Passion "Pash" Firemountain||Melanoi Jet|