# 1st Annual Hunger Games Roleplay (FULL)

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District one male:Griffin Collins

District one female: Echo Mathews

District two male:Norman Smith

District two female: Emilia Oswald

District three male:Leopold Leuderspit

District three female:Vicki Rydell

District four male:Blake Rywell

District four female:Billie Targaryen

District five male: Connor Grove

District five female:Sheila Gondo

District six male:Martens Toder

District six female:Calypso Abbot

District seven male: Quinn Kelly(Brother)

District seven female:Hannah Kelly(Sister)

District eight male:Anderson Quinlan

District eight female:Maura O' Kennedy

District nine male: Ryan O'Leary

District nine female:Caitlin 'Cait' Mallory

District ten male: Jack Ng

District ten female: Quin Tolzin

District eleven male:Jack Star

District eleven female:Rudy Frost

District twelve male:Nihal Quik

District twelve female:Maia Mace

The only tributes that have provided pictures are below.

Odds of winning
Griffin Collins 5-1
Echo Mathews 3-1
Norman Smith 4-1
Emilia Oswald 3-1
Leopald Leuderspit 16-1
Viki Rydell 30-1
Blake Rywell 11-1
Billie Targaryen 9-1
Connor Grove 15-1
Sheila Gondo 24-1
Martens Todor 18-1
Calypso Abott 11-1
Quinn Kelly 28-1
Hannah Kelly 9-1
Anderson Quinlan 20-1
Maura O'Kennedy 15-1
Ryan O'Leary 8-1
Caitlin 'Cait" Mallory 24-1
Jack Ng 16-1
Quin Tolzin 11-1
Jack Star 4-1
Rudy Frost  25-1
Nihal Quik 26-1
Maia Mace                                                                                               12-1                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           THE REAPINGS

Quinn and Hannah Kelly                                                                                                                                                                       BTW I was kind of in a hurry when I wrote this.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               I slipped on my shoes made out of a cloth that my mother bought at the market. I craned my head and saw that the streets were empty. There were no men walking glumly towards the lumber yard today. Today was the Reaping. This is my second year. The odds are really in my favor. Right? “Hannah?” I said weakly. “Yes Quinn?” she answered.

“Are you awake?”

“I never fell asleep,” she replied

Hannah is fifteen. She is my sister and best friend.

“I’m scared,” I squeaked

“Come lay with me then,” She pulled her blanket to the side so I would have room to fit into her small twin sized bed. I nestled my head into her side. “Do you think I’ll get called?” I questioned. “Of course not.” Your name is only in there twice. "

“I think it’s time to get ready.” I winced. It smelt like pine needles and fresh lumber. Like allways. I pulled myself out of bed. My parents were probably out drinking again. I saw my cat, Annie, sitting on the top of a log as I stepped outside. Today was such a nice day. Why did “they” have to ruin it. I walked glumly into the “sitting room”. It was more like a center to our kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. I pulled on the nicest shirt and pants that I could find. My mother had gone out the day before my first reaping to steal them before everybody woke up. She was sober then….  “Are you ready?” My sister asked while she walked into the room. “Not really,” I mumbled. We scurried out of the “house” and started shuffling towards the city square.

I clutched Hannah’s arm. I bumped into a scared girl that looked about twelve. She kept walking and I could see tears forming in her eyes. “Boys to the left and girls to the right!” A peacekeeper broaded. “Hannah!” I yelled! “Quinn! you’ll be alright!”

Everybody scurried into place and our escort, Maude Handover, Stepped onto the stage. She had long furry eyelashes and yellow hair. “Happy Hunger Games!” Nobody reacted except for a cough from the girls section. Ahem. “As always, Ladies first!” She stuck her hand into a bowl and pulled a small slip out. Ahem! “Hannah Kelly!” My eyes grew to the size of tennis balls and my mouth gaped open. I felt tears pricking at my eyes. Hannah dragged up to the platform. “Now for the b-” “I volunteer!” I managed to rasp.

Amelia Oswald D2 ’THWACK!’’

I pound my fist into a punching bag in front of me as my breathing becomes audibly heavy. With each punch, my mind flashes through my life. Being the oldest child in my family, I had the most pressure on my shoulders. The pressure to win, the drive to succeed, these are values that I’ve been pushed..no, values I was expected to learn. The Oswalds were strong and merciless towards their enemies, and like every Oswald before me, I was expected to be the same as everyone else that had won the games in my family.

There was no option of dying or failure. The only option was victory.

And I would settle for no less than the Golden Victor’s crown.

After awhile, I left the training room and walked back to my family’s house in Victor’s Village, where I lived with my cousin, victor of the games five years ago, my mom and twin brothers. As soon as I walked in the door, I was swarmed by my twin brothers as I walked to my room to get changed.

“Milly, are you going to win this year?” Jamie, the younger of the twins asks energetically.

I chuckle in response. “Jamie and Aidan, if your big sister goes in the games, she’s going to come home alive.”

My brothers beam and we part ways as I enter my room and find my clothes for the reaping: a simple peach colored dress and matching flats. I put my hair into a high ponytail and head downstairs where my mother gives me a quick smile as she hugs me. “You’ll make me proud Emilia.” She kisses my hair in a motherly fashion before my family walks to the town square.

On my way, I pass various boys who attempt to catch my eye, but I ignore them. Once I was victorious, I could have any man I wanted. But none of them seemed quite...right. Every boy in the district was too flirty for my liking. None of them had that spark that I admired. Eventually, I get filed into the fifteen year olds as the ceremony begins.

Our escort this year is a man that appears to be 45 years old and built with hard, solid muscle, and not in a handsome way. He had brown hair that was graying and a goatee, but the most noticeable feature was his steel, grey eyes that scanned the crowd he towered above. The escort started his introduction about the games, and I had heard the same speech every year of my life. Soon, the time came around to drawing the name of the Reaped female as every girl held their breath.

“Emilia Oswald.”

I stood out of my aisle and notice a girl a year older pushing in front of me to volunteer, but I catch her arm and bend it behind her back.

“Take another step, and you won’t make it to that podium alive.” I state as the girl whimpers and moves back, holding her wrist.

I walk up to the stage as the escorts asks me to introduce myself, where I restate my name, and I felt the shudders of fear from the crowd for a split second. Then, the escort moved on to the male names, where the reaped name couldn’t be heard from all of the boys volunteering, most likely boys who wanted to catch my eye like I was no more than a trophy. Eventually, one boy clambers his way onto the stage and introduces himself to the crowd.

“Norman Smith.” The boy says, then winks in my direction as I sigh and shake my head. The escort concludes the ceremony, and the two of us are lead directly to the train. Norman, as fierce as he may seem, is still nothing more than a weakling. All I have to do is put up with his flirting for a week, then I can slice his throat clean. Besides, who would be good enough in the games to catch my eye?