User blog:Epic Hobo/The 71st Hunger Games

Welcome, welcome to the 41st Hunger Games. This is Aurora Gold and Venus Gray, co-writers for the 41st Hunger Games (we share an account so we'll tag our names at the bottom so you know who wrote which parts). I ask that you please READ THE DIRECTIONS.

Thanks, -Aurora

Directions, rules, and all that good stuff:
1. Make your tributes realistic; they shouldn't be perfect since no one is.

2. Please create your own new Tribute, fresh in these games. Please make sure your tribute is 100% yours and you have never used it in any other games.

3. Please only submit 3 Tributes maximum, and 2 stylists maximum, so everyonecan be included on the fun.

4. Please use this template for your tribute: Name:

Age:

 Gender:

 District:

 Reaped or Volunteered:

 Personality:

 Reaction to being in the games:

 Bloodbath Plan

 Appearance: (you could go to lunaii.com and make them insted of describing them)

Weapon of Choice:

 Skills and Weaknesses :

 Interview Angle:

Edge: (an edge as in a thing in the arena that makes them interesting, like a bond with another tribute that makes them different and make them have a better death if they do die.)

I seriously hope for your sake that you read these, - Aurora

District 1
(POV Zara Lancaster)

I walked to the reaping and stepped into the roped spot. Sort of nervous, but excited, anxious I guess. I watched as our District’s escort, Ariella, walked up to the stage and started talking. No one ever listened to her. Everyone thought she was crazy, she was crazy but no one ever talked about it. “Why don’t we continue with the Reaping?” she questioned. No duh Ariella, we all want this to be over. “A-” she was about the finish the name.

“I volunteer!” he was a handsome boy. He was blonde hair that fell in the right spot on his head, dazzling green eyes that were very distracting. It was his year this year wasn’t it. I think I know who’s going to win this year.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“And what is your name?”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Arran Harthorn.” He said. I recognized him, he was 17, just like me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“And now I guess we should go on to the girls?” Ariella yelled out. She was crazy, and sort of dumb, we are supposed to do the girls right after. She pulled a name out of the glass ball. “Zara Lancaster?” Oh. My. Gosh. That’s me. I walked up to the stage and I saw my reflection in the glass ball. My long brown hair looked perfect and my teal eyes were watering. No crying though, I have to look strong because I’m ready, and I’m not going to let some 17 year old heart throb get In the way of my life.

District 2
(POV Ares West)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I volunteer!” someone yelled. I looked over at the girl who had volunteered. She looked to be about 18, the usual age for volunteers. I also planned to volunteer. Looks like we have something in common, I thought to myself. Karly smiled and skipped over like a five year old to the bowl of boy names. I smirked, wondering if Karly knew how stupid she looked. Then she pulled a name out of the bowl and skipped back over to the microphone.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Blake McEntire!” Karly screamed.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I sighed, and then casually said, “I volunteer as tribute.” Then I simply walked onto the stage and kept an expression on my face that made me look cool, calm, collected, and even a little excited for the games. Karly announced the end of the District 2 Reaping, and told the girl and I to hug. It was an awkward hug, because two strangers don’t just hug. “What’s your name?” I asked her.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Seren. Seren Mayne,” she replied. Then Karly ushered us off the stage and away from the district and people that I might never see again.

District 3
(POV Kimmi Kestyn)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Our District’s escort, Vax, walked up to the stage and wasted no time at all. He hated our District, and everyone knew it. He just wanted to get promoted. He walked to the girls’ ball and pulled out a name. “Kimmi Kestyn!” he yelled. It was me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">A cold rush went through my spine. I’m going to die, there’s no way on earth that I’d ever win these games. Let’s just see who my competition is though. Maybe I’m not as doomed as I thought I was.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Someone pushed me because I forgot I had to walk to the stage. So I did, shaking so hard, so embarrassed that my hair kept falling in my eyes. “Great.” Vax rolled his eyes. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in front, just so the whole country could see me. He read out the boy’s name and I smiled. He was twelve. Then I stopped smiling and felt bad for him. He was twelve and had less of a chance than me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I VOLUNTEER “Someone yelled out. He walked to the stage.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Oh a Volunteer!” Vax smiled. A Volunteer in District 3 was rare. “What is your name son?”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Buxus Redcoat.” He said. His jet black hair falling into his blue eyes. We shook hands and I looked at the camera. Hi country of Panem, it sucks that I have to die for you. Oh wait, Buxus? Oh no… I used to date him.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked him in the eyes thinking that an alliance was a smart thing to do, but I don’t want one with him. He was my boyfriend, awkward much? An alliance is good, but should I take my chances and try to find one with someone else? I’m gonna take my chances I’m not letting out history effect my life. I’m not dying because of a stupid teenage romance that failed.

District 4
(POV Troy Ventura)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Someone nudged me to stopped roughhousing with my friends when the escort walked onto the stage. I brushed myself off, and looked calmly up at the stage. The escort, Lanie Lane, obnoxiously walked into the middle of the stage. “Welcome to District 4’s annual Reaping for the Hunger Games! We will start by watching an amazing clip about the history of the games, and then the tributes shall be picked!” Lanie said it like the Hunger Games were a good thing. Too bad they were the total opposite.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">After the video, Lanie slowly walked over the girl’s tribute bowl. Slowly, but somehow loudly, she picked up a slip of paper and read it aloud. “Drina Vox!” The girl who must’ve been Drina walked onto the stage without saying a word. No one volunteered for her. They must’ve thought she was happy to be picked as tribute. But I knew she wasn’t, I knew she was scared. Whatever, I don’t care what happens to some girl I don’t even know. She looks poor anyway, not like anyone will actually miss her.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Lanie walked to the boy bowl and dramatically picked out a name. “Troy Ventura!” I froze. Me? Did she really mean me? No, it couldn’t be me. Everyone staring at me told me differently. Someone behind me shoved me into the aisle. Slowly I proceeded onto the stage and looked out at the people who hadn’t volunteered for me. No one did, thanks for the love guys. Whatever, I'll show them when I come home a Victor.

District 5
(POV Aurora Wilde)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I felt my heartbeat speed up as soon as I stepped into the group of other females, age 12. It was the first year I was eligible for the Hunger Games, and I was incredibly nervous. If I got picked, it wasn’t only me that might die. It was my father too. He was ill, and with my mother and brother dead, I was all he had. There was no one to take care of him if I left. “And now for our girl tribute,” Cherry Blossom, the escort, hollered.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I had missed the whole first part of my first Reaping thinking about my ill father. I focused on Cherry’s hand as it reached into the large bowl of girl names and prayed for myself. It won’t be you, it won’t be you, I thought repeatedly to myself. “Aurora Wilde!” No….. It was me. I froze, my body unable to move. This can’t be happening to me. I’m only 12! How did this happen? Someone nudged me, but I still didn’t move. Why me? Suddenly two large hands grabbed my arms. Peacekeepers! “Get off!” I screeched, “Please! My father will die! Someone volunteer! Please!” The Peacekeepers kept carrying me, no one volunteered. They finally set my down on the stage next to Cherry, who looked at me with pity.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Now for our boy tribute!” Cherry continued. I stood there numb, still unable to process anything. I was going to die. My father was going to die. “Ike Herron!” Cherry yelled out the boy tribute. I still just stood there. Maybe I wouldn’t die. Maybe somehow, I would win. I felt the presence of a person standing next to me. He must be Ike. I glanced up at him, and felt a little more comfortable with my position in the games. Ike looked extremely, incredibly scared, just like me. I stood up straight, wiped the tears from my eyes, and smiled at my district. I would try to win this. And maybe, just maybe, my father and I would survive.

District 6
(POV Joseph Anderson)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I waited for the escort of our District to stop his talking and get on with it. The Reaping, the sad time of year where two teens from my district are basically chosen to die. No one ever wins from here, but I think I’m going to change that.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">He read the girl’s name out. “Lynnie Handsows!” I heard her crying. Then she walked up to the stage and dried her eyes quickly. Lynnie was really pretty; her long blonde hair, her blue eyes. She was perfect.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I had to get back to reality or I would miss my chance to volunteer. She was pretty though. He walked over to the boy’s ball and pulled out a name. ‘Jerr-”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.” I yelled out before he could finish and ran to the stage.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“And what’s your name?” he asked me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I’m Joseph Anderson.” I wasn’t looking at him when I said it, I was looking at Lynnie. She smiled and almost giggled. This game would be interesting.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Now shake hands.” He forced our hands together, “Congratulations to the District 6 Tributes for this year’s Hunger Games!” he yelled out. In a couple of weeks, my District will finally have a Victor who isn’t high on Morphling. In a couple of weeks, I’m not just going to be some kid who makes cars. This country is going to know my name. I’m going to be Victor no matter what. District 6 is finally going to win for a change.

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District 7
(POV of Lucy Heathers)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I played with my hands nervously while the video of the history of the Hunger Games played on a huge screen. “Now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for, the tributes! Ladies first!” the District 7 escort said once the video was over. Sadly, the poor escort had the situation all wrong. It was the moment we all haven’t been waiting for. He went over to the bowl and reached his big hand in anyway. The escort cleared his throat, and said, “Lucy Heathers!” I shut my eyes for a few seconds, then marched up onto the stage so I wouldn’t look scared, when in reality I was terrified. I fought the tears, screams, and cries, knowing I needed to look strong.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“And now for our male tribute!” He patted my back once and went to pick a poor soul who would become a tribute. “Jack Mangroves!”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">A tiny, scrawny boy started walking toward the stage. That was Jack? There was no way he would win! I’d bet half the money my family owns that he didn’t even make it out of the bloodbath! “I volunteer as tribute,” a confident voice spoke out from the crowd.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Thank you,” Jack said to the male who volunteered.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“It’s ok, you didn’t deserve to go in.” The male stepped up onto the stage and stood next to me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“And what’s your name?” The escort asked the guy who volunteered

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Rory Slank,” Rory look out to the crowd but didn’t smile or say anything else. He was just as scared to be in the games as everyone else was.

District 8
(POV of Akita Satan)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I walked into the square, totally aware of what I’m going to do. Our District’s escort, Tilly, said some random things I don't think anyone cared about. “Why don’t we start with the boys this year?” she said. We always start with the boys so I don’t understand why she asked that. She picked out a name. “Sorrel Satan?” she questioned as if it was a question. It wasn’t a question, it was my brother. It was my twelve year old brother.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I VOLUNTEER!” I yelled out and walked to the stage. “My name is Akita Satan.” I said, so she couldn't ask. I didn’t want her talking to me as if we were equals. Everyone from the Capitol is a low-life form of a human. They do nothing all day but fascinate themselves by taking an interest in the District people.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I stood in front of the whole country not moving at all, not smiling. I will never smile for them, ever. “Great!” our escort said. “Now for our girl!” she pulled out a name not wanting the camera to focus on me and my angry face. “Demi Costa!” a girl with long blond hair walked up to the stage basically shrugging with no emotion at all. She was smart, I could tell. She knew it was a possibility for her to get picked so she wasn’t shocked when she was in fact picked.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Hi.” She whispered to me and I smiled. “That’s all I could think of saying, sorry.” Demi shook my hand.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Congrats to the District 8 Tributes!” Tilly screamed.

District 9
(POV of <span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:11pt;">Cierna Staford)

“Lucis White!” the escort for District 9 yelled out. A twelve year old boy walked to the stage and frowned. No one volunteered for him, no one spoke. Not one sound came from anyone. How sad...

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Well your very small aren’t you?” our escort, Snowdrop said, trying to make it sound like a joke.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I guess…” he said, not taking the comment at all like a joke.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Well anyway, onto the girls!” she pulled out a name. “Wait how do you say that name? Is that a C?” I had to hold in my laughter, Snowdrop was an idiot.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked at Lucis though. He was so little, so small. He would never be able to win. I was only a year older than him, but it seemed as if he was a baby. So young, too young. Too young to be in these horrible games.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">The mayor wet up to Snowdrop and told her the name. “Oh! Cierna Staford!” she yelled out and I froze. I knew no one would volunteer for me so I slowly walked up to the stage. We were both too young to be in this thing. Neither of us will win.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Alliance,” he mouthed to me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Maybe,” I mouthed back. I still have to think about if I don’t just want to die in the beginning. I still have to think of what’s better for me; torturing myself by waiting out the whole games, trying my hardest just to have a painful death at the end, or throwing myself out of the game in the beginning just to end that pain right there. I’m going to die one way or another, I might as well choose the less painful way. Happy Hunger Games, I think I’m ready to die.

District 10
(POV of Jimmy John Butler)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I stood in my spot while Herby, the District 10 escort, babbled on about the games. He was making a fool of himself, like always. “Now, I vill pick deh gurl tribvute!” Herby said. He could be extremely hard to understand, since he had a very heavy accent. Herby took a slip of paper out and read the name, “Teia Ahganmis,”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">A Peacekeeper took the slip of paper from Herby and read the name, clearly. “The tribute is Theia Aganymis,” A slowly stepped forward, but I couldn’t really see what she looked like.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Now, deh boy tribvute vill be phicked,” Herby continued. He took out a slip and tried to read the name, “Jimmeh Jowhn Butlur,” he said, though it was still unclear.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Again, a Peacekeeper came up to read the name. They really need to fire Herby; he was terrible. “Jimmy John Butler,” the Peacekeeper said. Wait.. I was Jimmy John Butler. Huh. I walked up onto the stage, and waved at the crowd. I shook Theia’s hand and continued to wave at my district.

District 11
(POV or Lucias Wright)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Molly Mopet, the District 11 escort, walked onto the stage in with a huge smile on her face. The sad part was that she was the only person smiling. I walked into my section and stood anxiously next to the familiar and not so familiar faces. Molly tapped her microphone to make sure it was on, and then spoke into it. “It is time to pick one girl and one boy to have the honor of fighting for District 11 in the Hunger Games!” She smiled her fake smile, and walked over to the incredibly large bowl of names. Molly dramatically grabbed a name and walked back over to her microphone. She unfolded the slip of paper and everyone went quiet. “Sophie Sage!” she hollered. No one moved for almost a minute, but finally a girl stepped out and dragged her feet up onto the stage.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I felt bad for that girl, Sophie. The Hunger Games were so cruel, so unfair. Molly smiled at the girl, and then announced back out to the crowd, “Now, for our male tribute.” She strutted to the other side of the stage and reached her hand into the enormous bowl. Where could you even buy bowls that big? My mind drifted away from the reaping, but I faintly heard my name being called from somewhere. Once I snapped out of it, everyone was looking at me, their eyes full of worry and relief. Then I understood why. Molly was the one who said my name, I was going into the Hunger Games. My breaths started getting heavier, and I felt my hands getting sweaty. My brain wasn’t processing what was happening, but my legs moved me onto the stage anyway. Molly looked at me with pity, for she knew what I was feeling. I breathed in and out a huge breath, and looked out into the crowd while Molly announced the end of District 11’s Reaping.

District 12
(POV of Ethan Stone)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Effie Trinket walked up to the stage and started her speech. “Ladies first!” she yelled aloud and took a name from the bowl. “Joanne Benton!” she screamed and Joanne walked up to the stage. A young girl around the age of 12 or 13, let’s just say 13, stood there, terrified. She had long red hair and brown eyes, an unusual appearance for a girl from District 12.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Me, with my black hair, my blue eyes, my tan skin, well, I’m clearly from the Seam. I looked at her and she met my eyes. I raised my eyebrows and made a stupid looking face. That calmed her and she didn’t look so worried anymore. You know, even though my funny face shouldn’t make her think that the Games won’t end her, they will. They’ll end us all someday.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“How about the boys?” Effie said and she reached into the ball. “Rory-”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I volunteer as Tribute!” I yelled out. No clue why I yelled it out. Big mistake. Eh whatever, might as well get away from this place, this awful, awful place. At least I could eat food in the Capitol and then die quickly. I walked up to the stage. “My name is Ethan Stone.” I said. It was so tempting to say ‘I am Ethan Stone, and I wanna be your next President’, but you know, I would probably get arrested or something.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked at Joanne. Being a 17 year old, I towered over her. So I smiled at her, trying to make her smile again. If we were both going to die what was the use of being upset about it? I mean yeah, we were going to die, but it’s not like we have a choice or not. District 12 Tributes always lose, always, so there is no way on earth that we are going to win this time.

District 1
(POV of Arran Harthorn)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">We were the first to come out into the light and we saw all of the people cheering, for us. We knew it was for us because no one else had come out yet. It looked like the District 2 Chariot was stuck for a minute so we were out there completely at a halt waving at the screaming Capitol citizens.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Everything starting running again and we were up to the District 5 Tributes coming out. I looked back at all of the Tributes again, and I saw the District 3 Tributes about to kiss. No. They weren’t going to take attention away from us. I grabbed Zara and kissed her. I could feel her tense but I didn’t let go, I had my eyes on the District 3 Tributes, they stopped and frowned. That ought to do it.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I stopped though. I think it was guilt that rushed through me. That wasn’t right, and Zara was mad, I could tell. At least we’d get sponsors, but would they? I looked ahead and Zara whispered to me. “What the heck?”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Nothing, forget about it, I’ll tell you later. Just look though, they all loved it.” I gestured to the crowd. I hope they were happy because I knew the District 3 Tributes weren’t.

District 2
(POV Seren Mayne)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked out from the lights, staring while trying to find the where the noise from the crowds was coming from. Of course, the crowd. My outfit sparkled and glittered but of course weighed me down heavily. I looked at Ares, and then turned around again. Nope, he’s just an ally nothing else than that, don’t complicate things. That is the number one thing of being a Career is that you don’t complicate things unless it’s for Sponsors.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">The Chariot jerked forward, and I thought, ''so this is what it’s like every year for the Tributes of our district, for the tributes of every district, this feeling, the jerking of the chariot, the noise of the crowd. It’s been the same for the past 71 years. ''I felt something drop in my stomach.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">The District 1 Chariot was moving on but it stopped. One of our horses had pulled us off track and walked straight into the poll. I guess horses are really stupid, I wouldn’t know though. I watched the District 1 tributes. I couldn’t be that easy though. Just smiling and waving, but I guess they are usually the favorites every year so it’s just easy for them.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Our chariot lurched forwards once again, and we reached outside making our first appearance to the sponsors. I guess it was easy, I waved and smiled and tried to look like the perfect tribute like everyone was trying. Like everyone has been trying to do since the beginning. Since the beginning of the Hunger Games.

District 3
(POV Buxus Redcoat)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked at Kimmi as we saw the lights of the street, the flashing of the camera. “Ready?” I asked her.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Ready.” She smiled at me and we started waving. I know she hates my guts, but I think I still love her. She looked so beautiful. The keyboard keys on her body suit glittered as they caught the light, her wire cape flowing perfectly behind her. Her silver makeup was almost metalize it was so shiny. I don’t know how to tell her I’m still in love. Maybe I can show her.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I leaned over to her and kissed her in front of the whole audience. Okay, maybe not such a good idea. The people went crazy and I thought I was for us, but it wasn't. The cheers were for the District 1 Tributes who were kissing too. I guess we know who's the favorite so far.

District 6
(POV Lynnie Handsows)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked over at Joseph, wondering what was on his mind. The parade probably, but you never know. “Joseph,” I started, the plastic, black, metallic material of my dress rubbed against his suit making an awkward noise.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Yeah?” he rolled his eyes.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Um, I was just wondering… uhhhh… why did you volunteer?”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Lynnie, I’m not going to lie to you. You are going to die in these games, and usually both of the Tributes form our District die. I volunteered because I know I can win this thing. I’m gonna win this thing for our District.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“What?” I looked at him and our Chariot started moving. We jerked a little bit backwards and he caught me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“It’s just that, our district doesn’t usually win, and we aren’t exactly most likely to win if you know what I mean. But that’s exactly it, I know I can win, so I’ll win. Get it?”

<p style="text-indent:.5in;tab-stops:292.5pt">“I guess,” I said. Our chariot finally got out of the tunnel. Our chariot a large, red, sports car, shone brilliantly in the light. I looked at him. “Are you sure you’re going to win?” I asked him. “Because I don’t think that you should be going around like this talking about it, because truthfully none of us are prepared. None of us stand a chance against the Gamemakers, you could be the first to die. You could be their first kill.” I looked him. “You never know Joseph, you seriously can’t know right now.” I waved and smiled at the crowd ignoring him.

District 8
(POV of Demi Costa)

<p style="text-indent:.5in">They could call us a vision in white. We went out in our chariot, me in my ivory silk dress, my gorgeous heels and my hair done perfectly. Akita in his tux and cape. We were the perfect pair, we complemented each other perfectly.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">The people cheered when they saw us in our chariot. We waved and smiled as everyone took hundreds of photos. I looked at the other tributes, and thankfully our costumes were some of the best from what I could see. We weren’t dressed like fools like past tributes from District 8, we were dressed like people from the Capitol. We looked absolutely amazing.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked at Akita. “You know that volunteering for your brother was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“That wasn’t bravery.” He said to me. “We aren’t like these people. We would do anything for family, they wouldn’t.”

District 9
(POV Lucis White)

We stood in the chariot and I felt so small. They made me stand on a box so I could be seen over the chariot wall. We had grain in our hair and we were dressed in all one color, the color of grain. Everything about us was grain, our District almost never looked good. Well, we almost never were the hit of the parade.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">We weren’t this time either. I looked ahead, the Tributes from districts 1 and 3 were owning it up by kissing. I’d never do that, I don’t care about sponsors, if you’re but in this game, it’s a death certificate no matter who you kiss.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked at Cierna and I smiled. “We’ve got to do well.” I said. “You know, get Sponsors.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I don’t care about sponsors.” she said. ‘All I want is to go home.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Trust me, I think that’s what everyone is thinking right now. Well everyone but the volunteers.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Yeah.” She smiled. “Everyone does.” I looked at her. It was true, even though we were all different ages, all different appearances, all different genders, all different districts, we all have one thing in common. No one truly wants to be here.

District 12
(POV Joanne Benton)

I saw our chariot, a large black piece of coal. I rolled my eyes and climbed on with Ethan. Shaking a little bit when our chariot jerked us back when it started to move, holding onto the reins of the horses as hard as I possibly could. Then of course I remember to wave and smile, rather than look terrified and hold onto the chariot as hard as possible.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I managed to pull off a smile, but waving was impossible, I knew I would fall over if I let go to wave. “It’s alright.” Ethan said. “Here.” He grabbed my hand. His hand was warm and soft, like a hug. I started waving, the audience seemed to love it. I smiled out of triumph and the chariot ride was almost over.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Thank you Ethan.” I was thinking of asking him for an alliance, but he wouldn’t want to ally with me, would he? I’m not sure. Maybe if the little kids stick together, I mean there were 3 of us, maybe we could last a couple of days, you know if we even make it past the first day.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">He smiled in return and walked away. If only I had the nerve to ask him there and then. That was probably my biggest mistake so far. If only I had the nerve to be ready for these games. If only a lot of things were different than they are now. If only.

<h2 style="text-indent:.5in">Chariot Costume Rankings

1st... District 8 (<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">Cathy Leventine)

2nd... District 9 (<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">Mia Malkov)

3rd... District 1 (<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">Dimonty Shine)

4th... District 2 (Daisy Lane)

5th... District 3 (<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">Alessandra Collens)

6th... District 6 (<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">Karmin Johnson)

7th... District 5 (<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">Remus Grapevine)

8th... District 4 (<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">Corabelene Knox)

9th... District 12 (Cammie Jones)

10th... District 7 (Lowel Ace)

11th... District 11 (Polly Savi)

12th... District 10 (Jay Sonnet)

Training/Training Scores
Training, the time when the Tributes get to show the Gamemakers what they are worth. The time when Sponsors figure out who they want to sponsor. The time when Tributes finally figure out their competition. The time when everything falls into place. It’s all in their hands, they determine it all.

TRAINING SCORES

Alliances
Alliance 1 (Career Alliance) -

Alliance 2 - Lynnie Handsows, Joseph Anderson, Cierna Staford, and Lucis White (District 6 and District 9 Tributes)

Alliance 3 - Theia and Akita (and possibly other people who also want an alliance)

Alliance 4 -

Tributes remaining singular -

(There can be more than 4 alliances I just didn't want to continue on putting Alliance 10... Alliance 11.... etc. etc.)

Arena
The arena is an air field. The pedestal where the Tribute come up are large towers. They look down below and the conrucopia is on another tower, but in the middle about 20 yards below (or 20 meters, I don't know where you are from). But how can they get thre without falling to thier deaths? We'll just have to see to find out.

(Hope you like it, Aurora and Venus, but mostly Aurora)