User blog:TheOneandOnlyDistrict3/29th Annual Hunger Games

I just reposted this since I accidently turned it into an article and the mods will probably delete it.

The 29th Annual Hunger Games

Hey, everyone! I decided to start a sim, so submit your tributes!

Sign-Up Form:

Name:

District:

Back-Up District(s):

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Allies:

History:

District Token:

Other:

I'll decide things like Training Scores, etc.

Tributes
District 1:

Cassie Mortimer (AshtonMoioLover), Draco Adams (Cato rocks!)

District 2:

Katelynn Huxley (SkyTimeGirl), Achilles Jonas (CallamD97)

District 3:

Savannah Fuhrman (AshtonMoioLover), Brynn Mantis (Pendillumna)

District 4:

Aqua Lyons (Wikia Contributor), Nicholas Davenport (FinnickForever)

District 5:

Anna Wilder (Wikia Contributor (I made it Anna since there's already an Aqua)), Jerome Mannor (Nikspyker)

District 6:

Tamora Summers (AshtonMoioLover), Orenthal Lilium (Captainsv)

District 7:

Lena Ellis (Asfbn), Xavier Domi (IMrJones)

District 8:

Sophie Sage (Aquastar4infinity), Sebastian Klein (Justafox)

District 9:

Anna Coltos (The Hunger Games Girl), Kaegan Smith (Ms.finnickodair)

District 10:

Kopesh Taylors (Brynn1999), John O'Neil (Quomler)

District 11:

Lauren Hill (Rueforever), Duck Walter (2legit2quit)

District 12:

Silvia Miller (Lil'Rue11), Quincy Williams (2legit2quit)

Alliances
Tamora Summers doesn't want allies.

Duck Walter is open to allies.

Lauren Hill is open to non-Career allies.

Anna Coltos wants Duck Walter.

Brynn Mantis wants Silvia Miller, Savannah Fuhrman, Orenthal Lilium, and Nicholas Davenport (he probably will refuse since he's Career).

Quincy Williams wants District 8 and District 6.

Sophie Sage wants Quincy Williams.

Jerome Mannor wants Anna Wilder.

Kopesh Taylors wants anyone.

CAREERS --- Achilles Jonas, Cassie Mortimer, Katelynn Huxley, Draco Adams, Aqua Lyons, Nicholas Davenport, Kaegan Smith

ALLIANCE ONE ( I know, beautiful name ) --- Lena Ellis, Xavier Domi

Wait for it.... Team MockingDucks--- Lauren Hill, Sebastian Klein, Anna Coltos

ALLIANCE THREE --- John O'Neil, Jerome Mannor

Sponsoring
You may sponsor ONE tribute. (The prices of items will go up daily)

Rules of Sponsoring:

1.) You may only sponsor one tribute.

2.) Everyone starts off with 1,000 dollars.

3.) The tribute may be your own or somebody else's.

SPONSORS ---

CallamD97 sponsors Achilles Jonas.

FinnickForever sponsors Nicholas Davenport.

Ms.finnickodair sponsors Kaegan Smith.

LadyKatniss sponsors Katelynn Huxley.

IMrJones sponsors Xavier Domi.

Quomler sponsors John O'Neil.

Aquastar4infinity sponsors Sophie Sage.

Justafox sponsors Brynn Mantis.

Pendillumna sponsors Sebastian Klein.

Dabigd247365 sponsors Xavier Domi.

Nikspyker sponsors Jerome Mannor.

Catnipkatniss sponsors Lauren Hill.

Mysims sponsors Lauren Hill.

Things You Can Buy (as a Sponsor)
I may add more later.

Apple --- $35

Water Canteen --- $35

Water Canteen ACTUALLY containing water --- $40

Bread --- $40

Dull Knife --- $45

10 Rolls --- $55

Sharp Knife --- $60

Sleeping Bag --- $70

Warm Jacket --- $75

Matches --- $75

20 Rolls --- $80

Cough Syrup --- $80

Spoon --- $85

Fork --- $85

Clear Soup --- $90

Tomato Soup --- $100

Chicken Noodle Soup --- $110

Sword --- $110

Bow and 5 Arrows --- $120

Machete --- $130

Set of 5 Throwing Knives --- $130

Dart Gun --- $140

Sweet Syrup --- $145

Poison (wait, WHAT?) --- $150

Trident --- $160

Feast --- $170

Tracker Jacker Spray (hint, hint) --- $180

Backpack with Supplies --- $190

Wire --- $200

Huge Feast --- $210

Cornucopia Bloodbath
K, here's the deal. I WROTE something for this, and I forgot to copy and paste it to Microsoft. It told me I needed to log in, so... It's gone forever. I'm pretty PO'd. It took me 2 hours. I'm SUCH an idiot noob. And I'm too lazy to rewrite it ;).

Quincy Williams is killed by Achilles Jonas (slashed).

Anna Wilder is strangled by Duck Walter, who was trying to protect Lauren Hill (choked).

Xavier was killed while trying to protect Lena by Cassie (very violent stabbing. Very violent).

Cassie was killed by Lena out of rage (killed by axe that Xavier had).

Duck Walter was killed by Achilles Jonas (stabbed).

Draco Adams was killed by Savannah Fuhrman (throwing knives).

Brynn was killed by Aqua (off-screen method).

Kaegan was killed by Kopesh (stabbed).

AFTERMATH

Lena is cold and crying in the bushes.

The Careers are settled down in the Cornucopia. Nicholas is a bit hurt from where Kopesh slashed his arm, and Katelynn has a mild cut from where Tamora clawed at her, but they're okay.

Tamora is asleep in a tree with her backpack hanging off a branch.

John and Jerome are in the freezing mountains. John is deadly sick.

Anna C., Sebastian, and Lauren allied and are currently munching on a slightly burned quail Sebastian caught earlier.

Kopesh is cleaning her bloodied sword off in the stream.

Orenthal is in a deep sleep on the ground. He didn't even stir when Team MockingDucks stormed past him noisily.

Sophie is curled up in a den, oblivious to the raging blizzard outside.

Silvia Miller is sharing the den with Sophie, but they are not allied. They just agreed to let each other go.

Savannah is asleep on the ground in the bushes.

COUGH SYRUP IS ADDED TO THE GIFT LIST. PRICES HAVE GONE UP.

Day 2
Day 2

 Jerome’s POV

The coughing doesn’t stop. At about midnight I get worried. It was just a little cough at first, and now it’s a huge cough. Maybe he has Whooping Cough. Maybe the doctors missed it when they sent him into the arena. Of course, the examination was weeks ago. That’s when he must have gotten sick. Because this is worse than Whooping Cough. This is pneumonia. I dig through my backpack, and find a thermometer. I take John’s temperature. He’s running a fever. 102. That’s bad. After a few minutes of just plain worrying, I hear a noise, a little ding! It’s a parachute from a sponsor. I open it, and I find a little container with some clear broth in it. John’s eyes flutter open. “W-What is it…?”

“Broth.”

He tries to sit up, but ends up curled back under my jacket, whimpering and clutching his stomach. It doesn’t look good. I think John’s going to die. “Here, you can have the soup.”

“R-Really?”

I have to admit, I’m starving. But John looks so pathetic. I pull the lid off the container and take a few sips, since there’s no spoon. My hunger subsides a bit. “Really. Take the rest. It’s fine.”

John looks so grateful to have the soup. He sips it, finishing it in about one minute. He must’ve been famished from scaling the mountain. I look around. The mountains are beautiful. A light snow is falling now, and I see the sun rising behind the clouds and the early morning fog. I take his temperature again. 102, still. He looks at it, and looks into my eyes, finally saying, “I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

I’m shocked. He can tell. “It… doesn’t look good, buddy.”

John sighs. “I felt a rattling in my chest days before the Games. I should have told Mrs. Crawley, she would’ve given me medicine. But, I stupidly believed that I was just… nervous.”

After about two hours, I take his temp again. 103. “It went up one, John.”

John lightly cries. But crying makes him wheeze. 104.

A blizzard starts up. You’d think it would make him better, but he starts to shiver and his wheezing gets dangerously loud. I’m surprised nobody’s heard it and come running up the mountain with a machete to end it. 105.

“One… o… five…” he says slowly.

I can’t even look at him. “Yes.”

“Jerome.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“What?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Leave.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“What? Why?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Jerome, I’m gonna die. Nobody’s sent me anything, and they never will. You’re wasting your time. I’ll never get better. You’re my friend, Jerome, it’s nothing against you.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“You don’t know what you’re saying, John. You’re delirious.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Leave. Now.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“No, John, no—”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“NOW! SAVE YOURSELF! If you stay here too long, someone may hear me, and come up to investigate. If they do, they’ll see you. It won’t be a big deal if it’s someone like the Girl from 10, that won’t kill unprovoked, but what if it’s a Career? What if Katelynn Huxley marches up here and slashes us to bits? Then what, Jerome? Then what!?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But then the wheezing worsens. I shove the thermometer into his mouth. 106. No, 107. “I’m not leaving.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">This time, John doesn’t argue. “Whatever you wish,” he says simply. He closes his eyes. 108.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">109. John goes limp. A cannon fires. John is dead.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Tamora’s POV

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">A cannon just fired. It could be anyone. It could even be Orenthal. But I know it’s not. He’s too smart, too strong. I bet everyone else thinks it’s me. Or the Girl from 10, Kopesh. I grab my backpack and slide down the tree. I don’t have any weapons, but I was lucky: my backpack contained a large portion of turkey. I tear a little piece off and chew on it. I walk around sort of aimlessly, looking for anything, really. By the way the sun is, I’d say it’s about 9 a.m. I also realize another thing. Today is my 19th birthday. And I’m not celebrating.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I really am starting to wish I had an ally, but it’s better I don’t. Less sorrow when they die. In my backpack I find a handy device: it shows my exact location in the arena. I’m in the middle of the forest. If I keep going north, I’ll reach the mountains. South, I’ll be back at the Cornucopia, then, if I kept going south, I’d hit the meadow. The meadow would be nice, but it’s too risky, walking through Career territory. East, more forest, but then I’d hit the desert. West, the tundra. As if it’s not cold enough here.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">At around 10 a.m., I hear a noise. “H-Hello? Who’s there?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">And that’s when it happens: Achilles Jonas bursts out from the trees. He laughs when I scream. “Hey, little girl. How’s it going?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I’m not a little girl, you idiot. I’m nineteen, much older than you are.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I could still kill you. It would be easy.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Yeah, but you won’t kill me if I keep talking.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I feel sorry for you.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Achilles laughs. “Why?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“You’re a fool. You’ve been brainwashed by the Capitol. You’ll never know love, or happiness, or God, or anything.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">As if reciting from a textbook, Achilles says, “You shouldn’t believe in God or the Holy Spirit. It’s a violation.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I don’t care, little boy.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">And with that, I kick him in the stomach and run. But not before he slashes my leg with a sword.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Kopesh’s POV

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">It’s about 11 a.m., so I killed Kaegan Smith a day and an hour ago, but it feels like mere seconds. I still remember him screaming. I feel so much guilt, but I had no choice. He was going after me. There was nothing I could do. He came after me. Was I supposed to stand there and let his stab me to death? Maybe I should have, if I had known how many nightmares would haunt me. But it’s too late. I have to forget. I grab my sword and take a little sip of water from the canteen that came attached to my backpack, and the water I had filled from the stream. I have to go and hunt. But that means I have to stab an animal. This is already getting pretty tiring.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">After a half an hour, I’ve caught myself a rather foolish turkey who was just hobbling along, clucking stupidly. A start a little fire and cook him. I think I burnt the turkey a bit, but what was I to do? It tastes so delicious.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I lounge around the stream for a while, but then I hear voices. The Careers. I recognize that Boy from 2, Achilles. “The Girl from 6 slipped away from me last moment. But I gave her a pretty good slash to the leg. She’s as good as dead. Blood poisoning, infection, maybe a mutt will get to her, since it obviously slowed her down.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I have to go. I pack my supplies and refill the water canteen, and I’m off.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Lauren’s POV

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">It’s around 1 p.m. Anna and I sit by a basically nonexistent fire, having a light conversation. Sebastian is patrolling now. “Anna, Lauren,” a boy’s voice comes from behind us. Sebastian.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“What?” I ask.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I have a question: where did the name ‘MockingDucks’ come from in the first place?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Anna smiles. She loves telling this story. “Back in District 9, my papa used ta’ tell me this story ‘bout these critters named Mockin’Ducks. He used ta’ tell me that they was a cross between a duck and a Mockin’jay. An’ he used ta’ tell me how, when he was lil’, he used ta’ go down ta’ the riva’ to catch some fish for his mama and papa an’ baby sista’. Well, wheneva’ he’d go down, he’d see these Mockin’Ducks, an’ he’d feed them some bread. An’ his papa used ta’ yell at him for feedin’ them the bread, but papa swears that wheneva’ he’d feed a Mockin’Duck bread, he’d get good luck for the rest of the day.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I thought Mockingjays couldn’t breed,” Sebastian said doubtfully.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Don’ listen to everythin’ the Capitol tells ya’, Seb. My papa used to tell me that listnin’ ta’ them made ya’ as good as their slave.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I feel a swell of affection for Anna. “So, if we name our alliance MockingDucks, then—”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I’d like ta’ believe that we’d get good luck.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Orenthal’s POV

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Ugh, my life is a mess now. I’m stuck in this idiot arena, forced to stab other teens to death. Everyone thinks I’m so smart and strong, but I’ve got the same odds of winning as they do, even though the Betting Odds board said my odds were 3:1.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">In my backpack I have a handy gadget that says the betting odds of every tribute. I pull it out. I’ve figured it out to the standpoint that 1,000 to 1 means dead. I wonder who died earlier today. CASSANDRA MORTIMER 1000:1 DRACO ADAMS 1000:1

KATELYNN HUXLEY 3:1 ACHILLES JONAS 2:1 SAVANNAH FUHRMAN 8:1 BRYNN MANTIS 1000:1 AQUA LYONS 1000:1 NICHOLAS DAVENPORT 11:1 ANNA WILDER 1000:1

JEROME MANNOR 5:1 TAMORA SUMMERS 16:1 ORENTHAL LILIUM 5:1 (Ah, I see my odds have gone down. Apparently the Capitol thinks I’m getting worse.) LENA ELLIS 21:1 XAVIER DOMI 1000:1

SOPHIE SAGE 11:1 SEBASTIAN KLEIN 14:1 ANNA COLTOS 12:1 KAEGAN SMITH 1000:1

KOPESH TAYLORS 4:1 (Maybe I underestimated her. She seemed so pathetic, though!) JOHN O’NEIL 1000:1 (He must’ve been the one who died earlier.) LAUREN HILL 36:1 (Wow. Those are… bad.) DUCK WALTER 1000:1

SILVIA MILLER 17:1 QUINCY WILLIAMS 1000:1

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I sigh and power off the machine. So my odds have dropped. That’s never a good sign. But I should just be glad my name doesn’t have odds listed as 1000:1. And I’m hoping that my name will never be listed like that.

I'll be working on the rest of the POVs, and I'll try to get them in by today, 'k?