User blog:Epic Hobo/The 250th Hunger Games

Intro
Hello I'm am very proud to say that this is Venus and my 4th Games here, we've made so many new friends and stuff. This games will be a little different, not just the 96 extra tributes, but the way I write it too. I will have 6 POV's. One point of view for a character that I will create. One POV for her love interest in the story (not creating him). Ome POV for her firend in the games that is a boy. me POV for her friend in the games that is a girl. One POV for her rival that is a girl. And lastly, one POV for her rival that is a guy.

So 6 POV's, 24 mentors ,12 escorts,24 stylists 120 tributes, 1 writer

This should get pretty interesting!

-Aurora

RULES! PLEASE READ THESE!

 * 1) Okay rule 1. DON'T USE TRIBUTES THAT YOU'VE USED BEFORE. I'd like new tributes please. If you give me a used tribute I won't waste everyone's time and not except it it'll just die in the bloodbath and have no chance of winning WHATSOEVER. SO please NEW TRIBUTES, ALL YOURS.
 * 2) If you have say a Ditrict 1 girl don't ask for anotherDistrict 1 girl. Choose another district or maybe a District 1 guy. (So I don't want to see you posting 2 tributes that are the same gender adn some the same district)
 * 3) You may Submit up to 5 Tributes, 2 Escorts, 1 mentor, and 3 stylists.
 * 4) Be nice to one another and don't be mad if you die in the bloodbath! I'll be using random.org for everything!
 * 5) THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE WOULD BE PLEASE USE MY TEMPLATES BELOW!!!!!!!
 * 6) It may not say how your tribute dies but I will say it in the death chart so don't ask in the comments.
 * 7) DONT SPAM PLEASE. I'M NOT THAT POPULAR SO YOU WON'T GET THAT FAR!!!.
 * 8) I won't take "on profiles" either, 1. because I'm not wasting my time looking on your profile. 2. All tributes should be new. 3. I would like all of the tributes in the comments so I could know what weapons and stuff they like so I can post it in the statistics if they need a wepon. 
 * 9) Forgive my typoes because I have alot of them.

Tribute Template (8 per person please)
Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Reaped or Volunteered:

Personality:

Appearance:

Weapon of Choice:

Skills:

Weaknesses:

Alliance?:

If an Alliance then with who?:

Mentor Template (4 per person please)
Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Games won:

Stylist Template (3 per person please)
Name:

Age:

Gender they are:

District they are styling for:

Gender they are styling for:

Escort Template (2 per person please)
Name:

Age:

Gender:

District they are escorting:

Stylists
DESIGNS ARE IN THE CHART BELOW

Arena


I'm still thining of the arena but I have the uniform..... Sorry it's sideways idk how to not make it sideways

Aliances
Alliance 1 (Careers) - Amaryllis Gold (1), Rainette Veiena (1), Shimmer Grant (1), Samantha McAlipine (1), Sabrina Varne (1), Andy McAlipine (1), Conner Anderson (1), Morgan Rodgers (1), Velvet Ritchers (1), Shine Stonekeep (1), Aurora Corteu (2), Abigail Annamason (2), Arianna Mae (2), Rowan Dofi (2), Xavier Pucket (2), Draco Thomas (2), Amiro Dinar (2), Zach Kauffer (2), Amythyst Daliha (3), Nia Carron (4), Birtchtree Fishline (4), Harmony Vowert (4), Swan Redsands (4), Quinnstopher Tide (4), Corbin Blanc (4), Paul Redsands (4), Evane Xalen (5), Jennifer Davario (6), Dylan Chesterfield (6).

Alliance 2:

Alliance 3

Alliance 4:

Alliance 5:

etc.etc.

Amaryllis Gold (1)
Of course I frown and realize that it’s Reaping day. Here in District 1 the people are always so happy… or at least they seem to be. There’s always food… in the rich houses. No one is poor… when they live near the Capitol and do everything that they say.

But I’m not exactly like that.

I guess I’m just me, just plain old Amaryllis. No. I’m not going to listen to any words that come out of their mouth. The Capitol is insane. The Hunger Games, a brutal, vicious, evil, televised death sentences to 24 teenagers every year, but this year it’s worse. This year there are 120 tributes.

At least more than one of them can win. But you know there’s always a catch with that. More than 1 tribute can win if…. They have to cut of one of their legs, no… they have to eat a spider, no… they have to pledge their allegiance to the Capitol forever and side with them in every argument between the Districts and the Capitol for the rest of their lives or suffer the penalty of death…. Yeah that sounds more like it.

So you could guess that this is the Capitol’s offer. Most people would do it. I’d rather die than pledge my allegiance to them. Everything they say is wrong. They are phonies, they are hypocrites, they are liars. I’d rather die than pledge my allegiance to them.

Okay I don’t want to die, but you know I would seriously consider it.

The Hunger Games, the Capitol, Panem’s Government. What do they all have in common? They all aren’t fair.

In the Hunger Games, the Capitol, Panem’s lead in government, takes tributes, picks their favorites and then they win. Their favorites could honestly be anyone out of all the 24 tributes, or 120 in this year’s case. They could pick a little kid that they feel bad for or an 18 year old guy from District 7 who’s they like because his eyes sparkle.

Okay I shouldn’t talk like that though, the Hunger Games aren’t exactly like that. Don’t get me wrong no, they are jacked up and unfair, but the advantages are pretty good…. For tributes form my District.

My District is full of Careers. The Careers are tributes who normally find the games “awesome, and a great way to represent your district”. Which is great and all, but you know we slaughter more than half of the tributes each year. The Careers are Tributes that are trained for the games before they go to the Capitol. Districts 1, 2, and 4 but sometimes they add in others.

So yeah, unfair everything. But I guess I’m on the good end of it. I can’t really have any clue of what’s on the other end either, starving people and dozens of tessera per person. That sounds about right.

Another good thing that comes out of living in a District where the games is “good” is that there are usually a bunch of people ready to volunteer to go into the games so even if you get reaped, you don’t have to go. So that’s good for like all the little kids.

Eh, I guess I shouldn’t complain because I actually do have it pretty well. The thing that just bothers me is that they actually enjoy watching us all die, like what if it was their children, or their sister, or their best friend, then how would they feel?

Of course then they would get all freaked out and become as weak and powerless as we are compared to the people that run the games. Everyone would do anything they could to save their child from dying, but in the Hunger Games there’s only one winner, one winner or a huge catch.

So I think that you can tell by now that I’m against the Hunger Games.

I kissed mom and dad goodbye and waited with my little sister Alice in the line. She was 13, so she was used to the routine. Her name in there 2 times, mine in there 6, we’d be fine. I gave her a big hug and I could feel her squeeze back. I could tell she was nervous. Not nervous for her, nervous for me. She always had these gut feelings, these odd ideas about the future. She had them all the time and they usually didn’t come true, but she was pretty close. I mean she could say that our mom was going to forget about feeding our cat, and then our dad would forget to feed our cat and our mom would remember. It would be strange things like that and they were so close to happening.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">She was a good looking kid too. A lot of the boys liked her, I just wished she was more like me sometimes. Rather than her blonde tangled hair and blue eyes, I wanted her to have wavy light brown hair and brown eyes, she was the moon and I was the sun. We may both have the same parents but wow were we different.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Okay good luck okay?” I said to her, my hands on her shoulders.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">She hugged me. “I don’t need luck, I’m not gonna get picked this year.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I know, but I promise that later I’ll go with you to the stream and we can throw stuff at other stuff.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Okay,” she didn’t look at me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Look at me,” I tilted her head up, “we’ll both be fine and we’ll be home before you know it, we’ll both be fine.” I sent her off into her roped of section and I walked into mine.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Our Escort, Ariella Lane stepped up and started our speech. “Welcome to the 8th Quarter Quell! Now since this is in fact a Quarter Quell, let us review the past Quell tricks! The 25th Hunger Games… to remind the citizens of Panem that they brought the Hunger Games upon themselves the citizens will vote for the tributes. The 50th Hunger Games… to remind the citizen of Panem that 1 Capitol citizen died for 2 of their citizens, twice as many tributes would be taken into the arena. The 75ht Hunger Games… to remind the citizens that even the strongest among them is still no match against the Capitol…” she rambled on for a while I zoned out until she got to the ending. “The 250th Games, to remind the citizens that in the 5 months the Dark Days War made up will not go forgotten, 5 girls and 5 boys from each District will be chosen to compete in these games as a reminder that no matter how long they fight, no matter how many people die, the Capitol stands on top.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I rolled my eyes. Without us the Capitol would crash and burn. Without us, they would have no food, no luxury items…. Okay I do admit they probably could survive without the luxury items… but still. Without the Districts they would have nothing, and they know that. That’s why every President tries to make his/her Quarter Quell mean the most, send the biggest message. This one sucked, but whatever. It was a good idea, 5 times as many tributes, but the reason was pathetic, I personally just think they ran out of ideas.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“So we’ll start by reading the Treaty of Treason?” she said and the mayor stood up. He read out the Treaty of Treason, all of the Victors of District 1, whatever, yeah exciting, let’s just get on with it, I’m so bored.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“How about we start with the girls this year?” she said. No one answered, I think I was because no one cared. “I’ll just take all five and read them aloud at once.” She smiled. Again, no one said anything because no one cared.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">She picked up five slips from the bowl and put them into her hand. She placed them on the rim of the bowl and smiled. “Alice Gold?”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">My heart stopped. I was speechless. I raised my hand and opened my mouth but then I whipped around to hear someone yell. “I VOLUNTEER!” she eagerly walked up to the stage and the weight lifted off my shoulders.

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

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Shimmer Grant,” she smiled.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Fantastic! “ Ariella yelled out. “Now, Stella McCaw?”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!” another girl walked eagerly up to the stage and spoke into the mic. “I’m Rainette Veiena.” She smiled.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Alighty then!” Ariella said. “Samantha McAlipine?” she said. Everyone was silent as they watched a little girl about 12 years old walk up to the stage and stand between Shimmer and Rainette. “Sabrina Varne?” she said. I knew her. She walked excitedly up to the stage and stood there. I saw the other slip get blown away by the wind and Sabrina catch it under the heel of her shoe.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">The camera zoomed up on the flying slip and I saw cursive handwriting… my handwriting… “Amaryllis Gold!” she yelled. My heart didn’t stop, I felt my stomach go in and I didn’t cry or do anything I just smiled. There was no point in waiting for volunteers, if any one was going to volunteer they would’ve already.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I walked up to the stage and stood in the middle of the 4. I looked into the crowd and smiled for the camera, Ariella yelled out. “Our female tributes form District 1, Shimmer Grant, Rainette Veiena, Samantha Alipine, Sabrina Varne, and Amaryllis Gold!”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">There was no applause, no nothing. Then it hit me, that feeling that you get when you know something’s wrong. My whole life had just been ripped away and all I could think of is never being able to throw stuff at other stuff with Alice ever again.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I tried to spot her in the crowd but she was short so her head was way below the surface of other heads bobbing up and down. Ariella started with the boys and I didn’t really pay attention.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">A the last of the boys were called. A volunteer with the same last name as Samantha, and he was cute. I couldn’t stop thinking of Alice though. Little Alice. Well I guess she’s going to be an only child once the games are done.

Andy McAlipine (1)
Ahh the Hunger Games.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Yeah I hate them.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Today is the Reaping for District 1, precisely at 5:30 p.m. in our District. Just enough time to do the reaping, get the volunteers, shuffle into the train and get to the Capitol to prepare for the tribute parade.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">You know if you volunteer like an idiot, or unfortunately get picked.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">But not me, I’m not going this year. You always see a bunch of people from my District getting excited over the Hunger Games and tributes that go in and compete and everything. I don’t see it though, I mean I guess it’s kind of exciting for people of the Districts to go into the Capitol and meet each other and stuff…. But you know the rule that 23 of them have to die isn’t that appealing.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">The Hunger Games would be much nicer if everyone could win…. Well if no one would die. Yeah that’s a better way of saying it.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">So it’s 5:15 and I’m heading home from Career Training early, Reaping Day a special occasion, we all get let out at 5:15 rather than 6:45. Ahh Career Training.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I picked up my sister from the 12 year old section and we walked home. “You excited?” I asked her.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“No….. not at all.” She admitted to me, we were pretty close I guess, I mean as close as a brother and sister could get without it getting creepy. Her hair was tangled up and all in her face, she must’ve lost her aliceband at school again.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“That’s okay, you know that there’s going to be a billion Volunteers ready to Volunteer for your slot if you do get picked.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I know that Andy.” She smiled at me. “You asked me if I was excited, you didn’t say anything about the reaping.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Oh so we’re getting technical again.” I laughed. “The last time we got technical, we didn’t talk for like a week. What’d you say to having a party after the reaping, you know going home with mom and dad and yeah, just celebrating.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I guess,” she said. I could tell that she was getting into the teenage ‘whatever’ phase. I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Whatever.” I mimicked her and stuck my tongue out.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">We walked into our house and got out of or delightful school uniforms and into our best clothes. Only the best clothes for the reaping. She walked out and I stopped. I know this is like a parent thing to say but she has really stopped looking like a little kid. It kind of bothered me a little bit.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I saw a couple of my friends walking out of their houses across the road. We ran up to catch them. My friend Slate had a little sister around Sam’s age. We all walked together. “Wow you’re sister got seriously tall, she’s like way taller than my sister.” He said.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Yeah it’s scary. She might even get a,” I gulped, “boyfriend!”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“The day when our little sisters get boyfriends is the day that all of the boys their age in the country get murdered by us.” He said.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“So true it’s sad.” I said.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">It didn’t take that long to get to the square and get in line and such. I was prepared so I got us there early, you know so there wasn’t a long line to get checked in.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I stood in my spot and soon enough the Reaping started. Of course since this was a Quarter Quell, she started a very long speech about it. Ah Ariella Lane, the weirdest escort in Panem’s History. “Welcome to the 8th Quarter Quell!” Ariella started. “Now since this is in fact a Quarter Quell, let us review the past Quell tricks! The 25th Hunger Games… to remind the citizens of Panem that they brought the Hunger Games upon themselves the citizens will vote for the tributes. The 50th Hunger Games… to remind the citizen of Panem that 1 Capitol citizen died for 2 of their citizens, twice as many tributes would be taken into the arena. The 75ht Hunger Games… to remind the citizens that even the strongest among them is still no match against the Capitol…” she rambled on for a while I zoned out until she got to the ending. “The 250th Games, to remind the citizens that in the 5 months the Dark Days War made up will not go forgotten, 5 girls and 5 boys from each District will be chosen to compete in these games as a reminder that no matter how long they fight, no matter how many people die, the Capitol stands on top.”

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Yay, I’m listening to a speech about the Capitol, who I hate, talking about how much the Capitol rules over us. I seriously couldn’t be more steamed.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Then the mayor read the Treaty of Treason and stuff and then read the names of all 8 billion of our Victors and Ariella started with the girls.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">She said I few other things that I didn’t catch but she started with a tribute. “Alice Gold!” she said and looked around. That little girl was 13, her older sister was in all of my honor classes at school and in my training level at training. Her sister was…. Awesome…..

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I zoned out for a little bit but someone Volunteered, but it wasn’t Amaryllis. There was another Volunteer after that.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Samantha McAlipine!” she yelled out and my heart skipped a beat of too and I felt a chill. I was a guy so of course I couldn’t volunteer.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I looked around in hope, waiting for my sister’s savior. I guess not this year.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">Another girl was called and then the last name was picked out, it blew away and the last one caught it. “Amaryllis Gold?” I was read out. I guess it wasn’t their family’s luckiest year either.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">She started with the boys but I was dead frozen. I wasn’t moving, hardly breathing, in capable of anything. They got to the last name but before they could finish it I yelled out four words that would change my life forever. “I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.”