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500th Hunger Games

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Rules

  • No cussing
  • 2 tributes/user
  • Links,profiles and templates are accepted
  • No yelling when your tribute is killed.

Tributes

1

Female:

Male:

2

Female: Hope Vicuna

Male:

3

Female: Ajax Emerson

Male:

4

Female: Mew Windlass

Male:Delta Bourne

5

Female:

Male:

6

Female: Maco Jerzy

Male: Cario Paradox

7

Female:

Male: Zorin Calpe

8

Female: Lyra Pluto

Male:

9

Female:

Male:

10

Female: Harmonia Ava Neptunus

Male:

11

Female:

Male:

12

Female:

Male:

Alliances

Careers

Hope Vicuna (2), Zorin Calpe (7)

Anti-Careers

Placing

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VICTOR;

Arena

The arena is circular, with various climates, extreme in the middle. In the middle of the extreme terrain is the Cornucopia. The centre is a extremely hot desert, it getting cooler as it moves out, ticking through rainforest, urban, mountainous, a small relief of flat land and then polar. A trouble is triggered by stepping on a mine of sorts, most intense at the centre and least intense at the very edges, although some are permanent. The mines change positions each night.

Beginning: Reapings

Hope's POV - D2

Light streaks through my window and I sit bolt upright in my bed, as if some instinct had kicked in. Of course it had; today was the day of the reaping, and I was just waiting for my name to be drawn, or to volunteer. For some the games are dreaded, or at least...in the poorer districts. I am not from a poorer district, almost every parent would be proud if their child was a tribute. Thus the sight of mourning, unlike in say, District Twelve, is a rarity.

Getting changed into a flowing, glittery turquoise blue dress took merely a few seconds. My emerald green eyes flicked to it every so often, feasting on its beauty; my mother, being one of those rich people, had chosen it especially for today, just in case I was drawn- even if I wasn't I had already resolved to volunteer, her time was not at all wasted.

Grasping my hairbrush, I quickly made something out of the currently shapeless mess that was my hair. I wasn't preturbed by this, it always looked this way after I had gotten out of bed because I was a restless sleeper. Most likely, I took too long on it, because by the time I had finished with it it looked as good as if a stylist from the Capitol had done it.

After slipping my feet into a pair of tall heels, I walked into the hallway. It was almost two already, and I wondered how the hell I had managed to sleep this long. It shouldn't have been a surprise, it was the same every year. I ate some breakfast hurriedly, my bowl clattering onto the side when I heard the voices outside, racing to be part of the conversation.

The person who reaped us - I could never remember her name, was clawing around for a ball of paper. It didn't matter what it said, I was going in there.

"Yvonne Atalu!" she called. No sooner had she finished introducing her I walked forward.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I called. The woman ushered me forward.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Hope Vicuna-" I went to continue, but she hurried on, and I felt rather irritated. She had interrupted me!

"Well, bravo for Hope Vicuna, our newest tribute!" she shouted, and as I was moved from the stage I heard raucous applause for me.

Zorin's POV - D7

"Zorin!" I hear my mother's voice echoing in my head, but I cannot open my eyes for they are like lead. Could it be fear? No sooner had this occurred to me I pushed it immediately to the back of my mind. It wouldn't be fear, ever. I'm too happy-go-lucky for that.

After what seems like an age whatever it was that held my eyes closed relinquished its grip, and the watery blue eyes I possess blink open. I smile, not confidently, no, just because it was either that or be terrified.

My mother is glaring reproachfully at me from the doorway, suddenly looking at the clock. I wonder what she is implying, it is only ten o clock after all, and it wasn't unusual for me to sleep past that.

A little voice whispers in my head, reminding me it's reaping day. Reluctantly, I rise from the bed, shooting a glance at my mother. That is enough for her to know I am awake and disappear.

I try to comb my hair into an acceptable shape, but to no avail; as defiant as ever to stay a mess. Eventually I managed to comb it back, just barely, a few bits sticking up that nobody would ever notice. After all, I'd given it 100%, hadn't I?

I stepped in the tuxedo my father wore to his first reaping, even though I hated him. I had been granted one more night, before the games, because my mother wanted to see me, thinking I would be turned into an Avox.

I ate the best breakfast I had eaten in a while, even though it was meagre on most people's terms, and had a long emotional talk with my mother, before we walked to the reaping.

Strangely enough it was men first - the poor boy reaped was only twelve. It came to me then, the only way to avoid becoming an Avox. I had taken a life, now I could save one. The Peacekeepers and I would be square then.

My throat was dry. "I volunteer!" I yell hoarsely, waving an arm in the air. No escort to the stage, no applause, just silent solemnity.

I had saved a life.

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