User blog:Necterine411/Necterine411's 1st Hunger Games

This is my first games, so yay! I probably won’t do chariot rides or interviews, but I may do reapings to make sure I correctly portray the character. I’ll need two tributes, one boy and one girl, for Districts 0-13. There will not be any Capitol tributes, because this is when the Capitol is still in control. Be sure to include your tribute’s name, age, skills, weaknesses, strategy, history, token, personality, and whether or not they volunteered. I don’t want a lot of tributes that are siblings or boyfriend and girlfriend; so please see if anyone has submitted tributes like that before submitting your own. You can now submit tributes from more than one district. Update: I have decided not to do Lunaiis. Happy Hunger Games!

Arena


The arena is shaped like a four-pointed star. The Tributes will start in the middle, at the cornucopia, surrounded by prairies filled with 4ft tall grass. Further out, a thick forest lays stocked with plants, game, and mutts. As the tributes get closer to the star’s tips, the terrain changes. The arena is surrounded by drinkable fresh water.

At the top point lies a giant canyon with many caves and places to hide, but no water and little food. The days are scorching hot, and the nights are still very warm.

The right star’s point contains rocky ground, filled with craters and pit traps. Some pit traps contain food and water, with a ladder to climb out of them; others have spikes or mutts at the bottom. The nights are very cold; if the traps don’t kill you the hypothermia will.

The bottom point has a sandy beach with a warm climate. Coconut trees cover the beach. The coconuts are usually normal coconuts, but a few contain weapons or food.

The left point is an abandoned city- but why? Tributes can hide in the buildings, which may contain clothing, food, and water. Every so often mutts made to look like peacekeepers will go through the city.

At day three each terrain sets off traps to drive the tributes closer to the center of the arena. The fresh water turns poisonous. The canyon in the top point starts to close, and other canyons begin to rapidly appear. Scorpion mutts are released. In the right tip the holes and crater deepen and multiply, any good pit traps are replaced with bad ones. At the beach all of the palm trees die and the beach gradually turns into a desert. In the left point the reason the city was abandoned becomes clear, poisonous gas slowly makes its way through the city. After day six, the forest will be set on fire. The remaining tributes will be forced to the grasslands.

Mutts
There won't be a lot of mutts, because I'm going to focus more on gamemaker traps and tributes killing tributes.

Scorpion Mutt- Small, fast, and hard to kill; this mutt’s sting will leave you in agony until you die one day later from the poison.

Ant Mutt- This mutt attacks when you’re least expecting it. They are attracted to the scent of blood and hunt in packs. If they catch you they will swarm over you and eat you alive.

Peacekeeper mutts- Looking like a cross between a human and another animal, these mutts won’t hesitate to kill. Some have guns attached to their bodies.

Uniform
The tributes will be given gray short sleeve shirts and thin track pants. Their shoes will be standard tennis shoes.

Sponsoring
Each District will start out with $200, the person who submitted the tribute controls the money. Specify which tribute you are giving your gift to in your comment.

Survival items
$60- sleeping bag

$35- loaf of bread

$40- bag of jerky

$40- gallon of water

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$75- parka

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$115- book bag with one bottle of water, jerky, and 5 throwing knives

Weapons
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$75- 10 throwing knives

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$100- Bow and 20 arrows

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$80- Axe

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$90- Sword

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$60- vial of poison

Other
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$50- electrical wire or rope

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$100- Cut/poison medication

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">$40- note to the tribute (say what you want on it in your comment)

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">If you think of something not on here ask me about and I’ll give you the price.

Reapings
Here are the reapings. If you think I'm portraying your character wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

District 0
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The crowd hugged their coats closer, as the anticipation of the reapings gave them chills. Finally, a large man meant to be their escort walked on stage, looking ridiculous in his coat made to look like he was wearing a cross between a bear and a goose. Feathers flew everywhere as he walked towards the girl’s reaping ball. “L-ladies first.” The man managed to get out through chattering teeth. It was clear he was not used to the cold weather, even though his clothes were warmer than anything the citizens of District 0 possessed. His thickly gloved fingers struggled to take hold of a slip of paper, but eventually he pulled out a name. “Venus Blizzard”. The sixteen year old girl walked slowly to the stage. Biting her lip, she made it on the stage as the boy’s name was called. “Mars Len”. A cruel-looking boy smiled and began to walk towards the stage. “Stop, I volunteer!” A young man called out, running to the front of the crowd. He reached Venus and grasped her hand tightly. The escort asked for his name. “Comet Ash.” The young man announced, as a single tear fell off Venus’s face and froze.

District 1
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The crowd was alive with excitement, leaning forward in anticipation. In the roped off section girls and boys were silent, coldly eyeing their potential obstacles to fame and fortune. Finally, a middle aged woman with magenta skin and teal hair styled in a beehive walked on stage. Professional as always, she skipped any unnecessary comments and went straight to the reaping ball. The name “ Sunny Blares” was called, to her parent’s delight. The girls section let out a sigh of disappointment, there was no way they could volunteer now. If they had to choose between a life of ease or Sunny’s favor, they would go with Sunny. No one was foolish enough to get on her bad side. As Sunny proudly marched up the stage, the escort walked to the boy’s reaping ball. “Poison Strike” Before anyone else had the chance, one boy shouted “I volunteer!” Pulling his brother back into the roped off area, the boy walked slowly up to the stage, pausing to wave at another girl who seemed to be pregnant. As he reached the stage he whispered his name to the escort. He then shook hands with Sunny as the escort finished off the ceremony. “I give you our Hunger Game tributes, Sunny Blare and Venom Strike!”

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> District 2 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> The crowd was tense, not in fear but in anticipation. In the roped off sections teenagers bragged about their abilities and warned other children that they were going to volunteer. Several fights broke out to prove who was the best fighter, but other than that District two was surprisingly peaceful. The escort arrived early, as she was just as eager to begin the reapings as the rest of the crowd. Excited, she ran over to the girl’s reaping ball; her striped and polka-dotted dress swaying after her. Drawing the name, she paused for dramatic effect “Folly Glam!” The ill-prepared twelve year old’s walk of terror was interrupted by a teen’s voice. “I volunteer!” The teenager sprinted to the stage. “I’m Suko Yoshida. I volunteer in place of the child the Capitol would willingly kill.”Knocked off guard by the speech, the escort tried to continue on as if nothing had happened. She quickly drew the next slip of paper. “Chisel Jaws.” A tough-looking teenager walked onstage confidently. Though everyone wanted to volunteer, no one was brave enough to go against Chisel and replace him in the games. Just that day he had broken two noses and an arm when a group of kids were stupid enough to challenge him. The tributes faced each other, both of them confident and strong; attempting to learn their temporary ally’s every weakness.

District 3
A somber silence filled the air, interrupted only by the crying of twelve year olds scared for their lives. The rest of the potential tributes stood facing the stage in their roped-off areas; patiently waiting to see if they would be given the death sentence of the Hunger Games. Their escort, a young woman with hair shaped like a bird walked onstage. “May the odds be ever in your favor!” She chirped, before walking quickly to the girl’s reaping ball. Pulling out the paper slip, she paused for special effect. “Our girl tribute will be… Lily Sage!” A small gasp came from the boy’s section. Lily walked slowly up the stage, with her head held high. She focused on a boy in the crowd and shook her head, warning him off. The escort watched this before walking to the boy’s reaping ball, fluttering her hands with excitement. “The boy tribute will be… Cameron Jaque!” The boy who had gasped nervously walked up to the stage. A few members of his family smiled as he walked. “Now shake hands.” The escort said, clearly pleased with her performance. Cameron glared at his family while Lily smiled sadly at her brother in the crowd.

District 4
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The air had a touch of salt, making the children waiting in the roped off areas believe they could literally taste victory. Their escort arrived onstage in a gigantic floppy hat and sunglasses that covered her whole face. As she opened her mouth to speak the crowd followed along, “May the odds be ever in your favor.” Smiling at her luck of getting a decent district, the escort strutted up to the girl’s reaping ball and drew a name. “Bubbles Foam!” Despite the hordes of people waiting to volunteer, no one opened their mouth. Everyone felt too sorry for her to take away her chance of a life of ease. Bubbles walked to the sound of half-hearted clapping. Smiling briefly at Bubbles, the escort went right back to business, picking a name from the boy’s reaping ball with great care. “Sandy Shipwreck!” Several of the boys kicked the sand; they couldn’t deny Sandy the chance of winning and getting medicine for his sick grandmother. As the two tributes shook hands on the stage, they smiled sadly at each other. An odd act of kindness had given them the chance to solve their problems, but not unless one of them died.

District 5
The reaping day was as quiet as always in District 5. A few girls and boys whispered in their rope fences, but most parents did little more than shake with fear. As their familiar escort walked up, the crowd stifled their laughter. He was wearing a bright pink tux and had implanted sparkles into his skin. Glaring at the source of laughter, the escort stomped to the girl’s reaping ball and carelessly picked a name. Everyone in the crowd held their breath as he read the slip of paper. “Solstyce Midnight.” A little boy started to cry as the young girl was helped up onstage. An older boy simply bowed his head, tears silently falling as his stepsister was sent off to die. The escort yanked a piece of paper from the boy’s reaping ball and gruffly called out the name written on it. “Bronze Eagle.” A boy as young as Solstyce ran up to the stage and scanned the crowd hopefully for his brothers. His faced betrayed his fear as he realized no one would volunteer for him. As the escort told them to shake hands; he was only dimly aware of his hand moving. The brothers that had betrayed him slowly looked away.

District 6
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Cho Abiko!” The bright yellow-skinned escort called out. A teenager stepped through the crowd and onstage. She paused only to blow a kiss and smile sadly at her boyfriend. The escort paused as if she had forgotten what she was doing before skipping to the boy’s reaping ball. She drew a piece of paper and barely looked at it before calling out “Lucifer Shadows!” The crowd parted as a confident teenager walked to the stage. Even the cheery escort backed up as he went onstage, you could see in his eyes that something was off about him. As the teens left the stage several brave people began to cheer, happy at the sight of blood-thirsty Lucifer leaving.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“You’re going to win, you have to.” Cho’s boyfriend was yelling his final words before she left. Peacekeepers grabbed her roughly and began pulling her into the train. Cho stretched out for a final kiss before she was sent to face death. Her boyfriend jumped on the train to get closer and for just a moment their lips touched. Bang! The peacekeepers gave a final tug and she was thrown farther into the train as it began to move. As the doors closed she caught sight of her only love; dead and bleeding on the train station’s floors.

District 7
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The crowd waited patiently for the reaping to start. Few showed how terrified they were, most stood up strong and tall like the trees in the background. Their escort walked onstage in a rainbow plaid dress; another one of the ways she tried to “relate” to them. In truth, she was the reason few District 7 citizens wore plaid anymore. After trying and failing to get the crowd excited, her posture slumped slightly and she marched to the girl’s reaping ball like she was trying not to throw her annual tantrum. Shoving her hand into the reaping ball and drawing out the paper; she called out the name. “Keyllu Vetra” the escort snapped, before walking quickly to the next ball and yanking out another name. “Aydan Monarcha”. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the tributes to walk onstage. Aydan walked slowly, refusing to hurry for anyone. Keyllu was nowhere in sight. “Will Keyllu please come to the stage?” The escort’s face turned deep red in anger, but quickly went pale as Keyllu whispered “here” right behind her. Smiling as the escort feinted; Keyllu shook hands with Aydan, who was patiently waiting onstage with determination in his eyes.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">District 8 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> The district was acting normally, considering it was reaping day. A few parents with young potential tributes were crying, and one person was preparing to kill himself if he heard his name called; but all in all it was a day like any other. The escort was even dressed like she wasn’t a mental patient. With dark purple hair and a teal suit, she hardly looked like she was from the Capitol at all. Then she opened her mouth. “Good afternoon District 8 and may the odds be ever in your favor!” Several people groaned as the escort drew the girl’s name. “Congratulations … Vanilla Cream, you’ll be competing in the Hunger Games!” A snobby-looking girl strode confidently to the stage. The escort walked to the boy’s reaping ball. “Congratulations John Smith, you-“A loud piercing voice interrupted the escort’s, startling John Smith into dropping the poisonous berries he was holding. “I volunteer!” A boy everyone recognized as Cocoa Cream, Vanilla’s older brother, ran onto the stage. He went over and shook hands with his sister, while the escort gushed about all the excitement.

District 9
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">A collective intake of breath was heard as the escort walked onstage. Even her overly tightened skin and ankle long blue hair couldn’t make the crowd smile. Everyone stared as the escort slowly walked towards the girl’s reaping ball. The escort’s heels kept time with the crowd’s heartbeat “Click, clack, click, clack.” Finally, a name was called. “ Nike O'Hare.” A black-haired girl walked onstage. Bending down, she picked up the slip of paper that had slipped through the escort’s fingers. In the brief second she held the paper, she saw her name printed in bold. It was just another physical reminder that this wasn’t a dream. The escort moved on to the boy’s reapings. “Vector LaGuardia.” As the giant bully arrived onstage, he cracked his knuckle menacingly. Nike went to shake hands with him, her positive attitude slightly fading. Even she couldn’t put a positive spin on this.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">District 10 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Save the distant mooing of cattle, no one was in the mood for talking on reaping day. Their escort seemed to be a tad drunk, as he was staring mindlessly at the crowd. His outfit was surprisingly subdued, for a Capitol citizen. His electric blue outfit barely hurt the crowd’s eyes at all, and his skin was dyed an almost unnoticeable peach. Out in the crowd someone coughed, and the escort snapped back to reality. After slightly slurring his opening lines, he stumbled to the reaping ball. “Holly Honey.” A young teenager stepped out from the crowd, her blonde hair and blue eyes furthering the look o her innocence. As she reached the stage many people opened their mouths to volunteer, but she simply shook her head and they quieted. The escort had used the distraction to drink from a small bottle, but was now walking towards the boy’s reaping ball. “Fall Shhh-ky.” The escort seemed to have trouble with Fall Sky’s name; but Fall knew he was being called. The tall teen walked slowly to the stage, throwing glances to a girl crying softly. He lifted himself onstage and shook hands with Holly without ever taking his eyes from the crying girl.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">District 11 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">The square was thick with people, a good sign for those scared of being reaped. Despite the number of people waiting for the reaping to begin, not a sound could be heard. Peacekeepers marched up and down the square with guns ready. Their escort finally appeared, he had taken to arriving later and later every year. Pushing his cape decorated with dried fruit behind him, strutted over to the girl’s reaping ball. Little kids ran from their parents and picked up the dried fruit that fell of his outfit. “Alice Wonder.” A young girl walked up to the stage, tilting her head to shield her face from prying cameras. Despite the girl’s young age, there were no volunteers. Her family’s tears stopped only after Peacekeepers threatened their lives. The escort turned to the boy’s reaping ball, shaking dried fruit into the crowd. “Lion Coy.” Lion stepped forward almost before his name was even called. Weaving between people in the crowd, he quickly arrived onstage. Before he could be told to do so, he went over to Alice and shook her hand.

===<span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">District 12 ===

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">The skies were cloudy and as dark as the coal dust that covered everything in District 12. Tensions were high as the crowd waited to see who would be marked for death. Their escort arrived right on time, literally, as he was covered in clocks right down to his alarm clock shoes. Several toddlers pointed and laughed at the sight, but few of the other citizens did little more than raise their eyebrows. After making several jokes about his outfit, the escort walked lightly to the girl’s reaping ball and drew out a name. “Tanya Shade.” A girl burst into tears and began to move forward, but was stopped by another voice. “I volunteer.” For the first time that day, whispers spread through the crowd; as people discussed the crazy girl that volunteered. “My name is Lilac Coalburner.” The teenager shouted, leaping onstage. The rather shocked escort did his best to continue with the reapings. Drawing another slip of paper, the escort called out the name, his voice still shaky with surprise. “ Aaron Winters” At this an audible gasp could be heard, everyone shocked at the teenage orphan’s misfortune. Aaron walked to the stage, showing no emotion. As they were told to shake hands Lilac dug her fingernails into Aaron’s hand. Wincing, Aaron withdrew from the handshake. “Is this a bad time to ask if you want to be allies?” He asked, as they were led down the stage.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> District 13 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> Despite the enormous pressure of death being put on them, the crowd was talkative and wild. For their reaping they had been allowed to go into the open and enjoy the beautiful day. Pale skin was warmed and deepened by the sun as the children waited for the escort to come. The escort arrived with several bangs, miniature bombs on his coat would blow up randomly, sprinkling confetti through the air. The pleasant weather affected the escort’s mood too, as she smiled at the crowd before drawing a name. “ Myra Vane.” A teenager on the brink of adulthood walked up the stage. One person in crowd whistled, but the hundreds of glares he received made him stop quickly. Giving the girl another smile before moving on, the escort drew and called out another name. “Sam –“another voice quickly interrupted the escort. “I volunteer!” Marching proudly to the stand, the teen proudly announced his identity. “I am Clerk Vane.” Turning to face his sister, he spoke once more. “United we stand, together we fall.” Brushing away a tear and messing up her hair for perhaps the first time in her life; Myra went to shake hands with her brother, but ended up hugging him. Nudged by the peacekeepers down the stairs, they walked towards untold dangers, together.

Training Scores
Note: these are all completely random, so don't be disapointed if your score isn't what you expected.

Deaths
Fall Sky- blew himself up

Myra Vane- Knife put in her head by Cameron Jaque

Bubble Foam- Head bashed in by Chisel Jaws

Bronze Eagle- speared by a trident

Aydan Monarcha- Arrow to the throat by Suko Yoshida

Cocoa Cream
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> As my plate is raised to be level with the ground, I survey the terrain. Grass is growing up to my shoulder, but I can see the tops of trees in the distance. The countdown begins and there is nothing to do but wait. I count down in my head as I listen for the gong. With only twenty seconds left, I turn to look at my sister. She’s been hanging out with the careers lately, but I know she promised to ally with me. Standing on the plate, I watch in horror as she takes her token and throws it at me. Smiling evilly, she waves goodbye. I close my eyes as I hear a bang.

Fall Sky
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> 27 people. That is the number of people who must die so I can live. Even if I kill as many as possible, I will probably be brought down by a career. I know my mind is slipping back to before I met Penelope, but I can’t help it. I turn to Holly, the only person I agreed to ally with. She smiles at me and my heart tightens. I cannot, I will not, let her die so I can live. Closing my eyes, I whisper goodbye to Penelope as I step forward. Right before the mines go off I realize that I have finally done enough. I die close to the perfection I longed to achieve.

Cameron Jaque
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The gong rings and I dash to the cornucopia. My attempt at being weak ended up with a trident almost impaling the head gamemaker, giving me a twelve that may as well be a target on my head. I see a bow and arrow sitting near Myra Vane. As she tries to grab it I pick up a knife and bury it in her head. A cannon sounds as she falls and I pick up the bow. I never liked Myra, she always insisted she be called soldier. I hear a cry of rage and see Myra’s brother running towards me. He raises his axe, preparing to strike me down.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bronze Eagle <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As soon as the gong rings I run, picking up the object closest to me, a pocketknife. For a second I almost believe I can escape. Then a body pops out from nowhere and I am on the ground. Before I can get up a foot presses me to the ground. Standing over me is Bubble Foam, a career. She holds a trident and is preparing to kill me when she hesitates. Her face softens and once again I believe I will live. A career, Chisel Jaws sneaks up behind Bubbles. He takes a rock and smashes her head in. I watch, terrified, as her hand with the trident falls on top of me. To think for a moment I thought my death would be quick.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cocoa Cream

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> The token has almost touched my plate when the gong sounds. For a moment I just stand there, shocked that my sister was going to kill me. I quickly snap back to my senses, as I hear the first scream. Grabbing a backpack, I hoist it on my shoulders and run through the grass and towards the forest.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Lily Sage

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">In the midst of all the chaos, I manage to grab a spear and some knives. I look for Cameron, my ally, and see he’s about to be beheaded by Clerk. Wincing slightly, I throw my knife at Clerk.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Aaron Winters

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I run towards the cornucopia as the gong rings. Curiously, only weapons fill the cornucopia. Of course, that can’t be true. I run closer to find the food, water, or blankets that must be hiding there. I tense as I feel someone’s hands on my throat. The last thing I hear is a snap.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Clerk Vane

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">My sister is dead. I repeat this through my mind as I prepare to kill her murderer. I’m just about to bring the axe down when a knife imbeds itself in my hand. Dropping the axe, I run, gritting my teeth from the pain. A dead tribute lies on the ground and I rip a strip of their shirt off. The grass slows me down, and finally I give up and lie in it. Hopefully the grass will hide me from any threats. I finally turn to my hand and pull out the knife. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming from the pain. The strip of shirt I ripped from the tribute is useful in binding my hand. Thankfully the knife didn't pierce any major veins. I don’t think I’ll bleed to death, but the loss of blood has weakened me and I’m left with nothing to survive.

Aydan Monarcha
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">So far my strategy has proved successful. Besides losing a strip of my shirt, I’ve played dead convincingly. The bloodbath will end soon though, and anyone left near the cornucopia will figure out my trick when my body is not picked up. Looking back, this wasn’t the best plan. I should have joined the careers when they asked after the training scores came out. As long as I had an axe, I would have had a shot at victory. I crack my eyes open slowly, and see two bodies inches away from my face. My scream is quickly ended by the arrow through my throat.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Venom Strike <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After Suko shoots the screaming idiot with an arrow, we careers gather inside the cornucopia to talk. The bodies left over from the bloodbath are just now being picked up. Surprisingly, Cho Abiko and Vanilla Cream joined our alliance, even though they’re not typical careers. It’s a good thing we didn’t kill them, there’s strength in numbers. Plus, Chisel killed Bubbles, so we’ve already lost one member. Which brings me back to the conversation. “How could you kill her?” Sandy is yelling at Chisel, not a smart move considering he’s our unofficial leader. “We don’t need soft-hearted people in this alliance.” Chisel replies, looking around at everyone. “If anyone has a problem with that, feel free to join Bubbles.” No one says a word. I realize that Chisel will be the first person to kill when I leave.

Venus Blizzard
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Comet and I wander through a rocky wasteland. The forest we ran through was small, and once we walked on this terrain I knew this was where I wanted to stay. The temperature is dropping as it gets close to night, and it reminds me of home. The stars only remind me further of our district. The district I will never return to if my plan succeeds. I look over at my new fiancé and my heart breaks a little. I know he had wanted to propose to me for a while, but when he asked me during the interviews all hope left me. For you can’t marry a dead girl, only love who they once were. Comet begins to ask me if I’m tired, but before I can answer the ground before me crumbles and I fall. My scream of terror harmonizes with his as we fall to the darkness.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Lion Coy

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The heat is almost unbearable. Sweat pours down my back as I climb down the canyon. I wonder what Alice Wonder is doing right now, or if she’s even alive. We considered being allies, but both agreed to go our own ways. After all, hiding with two people isn’t effective. Still, I wonder if I’ll have to fight her. Our strategies are so similar it’s like we’re playing Hide and Seek. Giving in to my aching muscles, after a quick look down I release my grip on the canyon walls. I land on a ledge and escape into the shelter of a cave. I have nothing but a meager supply of berries I picked while running. No weapons, no water. Sighing, I decide tomorrow will consist of walking along the canyon walls, looking for a stream or lake.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Holly Honey <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I pause to rest a while. After circling around the forest, I still haven’t found any animals. My whole strategy will be ruined if I don’t find some soon. Not to mention my only possible ally decided to kill himself. A sharp pain radiates through my ankle. Looking down I see an ant. Smiling I lean down. “Stop” I whisper. The ant pauses. Smiling at my resourcefulness, I give the ant one last command. “Take me to your swarm.”

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Day Two Nothing happened over the night. Vanilla Cream decided to wait until tonight to kill the Careers during the anthem.

Deaths
Lucifer Shadows- Eaten by ant mutts acting on Holly's orders.

Clerk Vane
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I look up at the rising sun and am surprised by a flash of silver. Floating down is a roll of bandages. I jump and catch the parachute before the bandages touch the ground. I replace the blood-soaked strip of shirt with the bandages, sighing in relief.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">District 13- 200-30= $170 left

Chisel Jaws
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I awake to find a sledgehammer at the foot of my bed. Finally, a decent weapon. Lifting it up, I decide to test it out on some tributes. In a few minutes, the career pack is woken up and we’re combing through the forest to look for victims.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">District 2- 200-80= $120 remaining

Lion Coy
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I have just begun to walk when a square shadow appears on the ground. I look up to see letter attached floating down. I quickly skim the through letter. After some consideration I decide I’ll backtrack to the forest, and pick another location. Thankfully, it won’t be that far of a walk.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">District 11- 200-40= $160 remaining

Soltyce Midnight
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">From my vantage point in my tree, I see that the arena is really a giant island. It’s not even that big. Even though no one’s found me yet, I’ve should move on soon. The forest isn’t big enough to stay in, not with the pack of careers I just saw enter it. A crashing sound causes me to turn my head. Holly Honey is running through the forest, most likely be chased by careers. Oh well, this is a good time as any to ally with someone. I climb down my tree and pull Holly up with me. For a moment she thrashes, probably thinking I’m a career, but after she sees me she settles down and though we haven’t talked I know we’re allies. Quietly, we climb further up the tree and wait for her attackers. To my surprise, Holly wasn’t running from the careers but the Lucifer, the crazy guy from District 6. As he starts to climb the tree, Holly says one word. “Attack.” A swarm of ants comes out of nowhere, covering Lucifer completely.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Sandy Shipwreck <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After an hour of searching through the small forest, all we’ve found is a skeleton that was quickly picked up by a hovercraft. Chisel is getting irritated; you can tell by the way he swings his hammer. If we don’t find someone soon I wouldn’t be surprised if he started killing us. It’s time for me to speak, but I don’t want a repeat of my last conversation with Chisel. I'm at a disadvantage, seeing as my district partner was killed, so I have no backup. Tightening my hold on my trident, I prepare to defend myself if the conversation goes bad. “Chisel. There’s no one here. Let’s move on, the city might have some people.” The rest of the careers go silent, waiting for Chisel’s reaction. As he speaks I release the breath I was holding. “Fine. Anyone have a problem with the city?” More silence follows and within the hour we have gathered our things and are on our way to the skyscrapers that tower above the trees.

Keyllu Vetra
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As I lay on the beach, it’s hard to believe I could die at any second. The coconuts are plentiful and some contain bread, weapons, or blankets. After spending the morning cracking coconuts, I have two blankets, three knives, a cloth sack, and a full belly. I stretch out, resting before the time to kill comes. I’m not stupid, from now on I’ll be sleeping with one eye open; prepared to guard my beach paradise, and more importantly, my life, at any cost.

Comet Ash
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Venus and I smile at each other as we wake up. We didn’t die after all, in fact, we’re much better off down here. Awaiting us are two book bags, filled with water bottles, jerky, and two knives each. It’s hard not to stay here forever, but we need to move on. There’s no telling who will find us if we don’t. Climbing up the convenient ladder, Venus and I both vow to watch where we step. I have a feeling next time we won’t be so lucky.

Alice Wonder
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Lion can be such an idiot sometimes. He walked half a mile into the canyons, got tired, and decided to sleep. On the other hand, I walked through the night and am now enjoying swimming through cool waters I found at the canyon’s end. I drank some, and it seems fine. It took a while, but I even managed to find a small fish and catch it in my hands. It wasn’t a meal, but I don’t need much. Sleep though, will be essential to the games. Reluctantly I get out of the cool water and smear the red dirt on myself. After walking to the canyon’s walls and lying in the shadows, I’m sure that no one could see me. Sleep quickly overtakes me.

Cho Abiko
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The buildings are huge and towering, they rise to heights I would have thought impossible had I not seen the Capitol. The beauty of the ghost city is somewhat marred by my anxiety. The careers, us careers, are on edge with Chisel as our leader. Time that should be spent coming up with strategies for hunting down tributes is being spent in quiet fear. My spear hasn’t even been used. A scraping sound alerts me to a coming threat. A horrible creature, looking like a tiger with a human body in peacekeeper clothes leaps forward, claws extended. My spear goes cleanly through its throat, and it lies still. The rest of the careers give almost imperceptible nods in my direction. Some of my worry goes away as the careers realize I could be useful. Still, their use has not been proven. I’ll kill them all tonight.

Lilac Coalburner
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I smile as I watch the careers enter my building. Idiots, weaklings, incompetent fools. The career pack hasn’t gone well so far. I’m surprised more of them aren’t dead yet, with their sub-par skills they’ve barely killed anyone. I lean back in the cushioned chair, comfortable in my luxury suite. The hotel is so nice; I wonder why the gamemakers wasted their time giving soon to be dead people such fancy homes. I get up from my chair, wiping my hands covered in gas and coal, and climb out the opened window. I grab the rope I had strung from this building to the next, and make my way over to the other building. As soon as I make it across, I take some matches I found and use them to light the rope on fire. It’s not long before the building I just exited catches on fire too. I run down the stairs as I hear a giant Boom. I smile as I hear the first scream. Lilac Coalburner will burn the competition to the ground.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Nike O'Hare <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I am running. Running from Vector LaGuardia as he attempts to kill me. A cruel trick, he promised to be allies, just as I told myself to overlook his bullying past. A possibly deadly mistake, seeing as he used me as protection at the cornucopia and turned on me the next day. My body is bathed in sweat as I push my muscles to the limit. I wish I had run in a different direction, any place would be great as long as it wasn’t the canyons. A knife whizzes by my ear and I swerve to avoid it. It buries itself into the ground by my feet. I see my chance. Stopping suddenly, I pluck the knife from the ground and turn to fight Vector. He is somewhat taken aback by my sudden stand, but prepares to fight me nonetheless. Taking out his last knife, he charges and I move to the side, slashing him with my knife. He retaliates by slashing my leg as he falls, gripping his side. He doesn’t seem to be getting up, and I turn my attention to my leg, not seeing as he runs at me yet again. I stumble backwards, falling off the canyon edge. Vector follows, apparently unable to slow down in time. We both land on a ledge, my leg is broken, but thankfully Vector’s neck is too. When the cannon sounds I’m relieved to hear only Vector’s, and not mine.

<h4 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Sunny Blares <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We had all settled down to plan out our strategy when everything exploded. Pieces of ceiling rained down on us as we struggled to escape the building. The high floor number we had chosen so we could see who was coming seems stupid now. The fire quickly spread, the smell of gas telling me this was no accident. I realize this could be the perfect opportunity to get rid of my competition. Suko Yoshida runs beside me, and I stick my foot out, tripping her. She screams for help, but no one is willing or crazy enough to stop and help her. Her screams are soon cut off by the sound of a chunk of ceiling collapsing. I run to the elevator, while the rest of the careers go the slow way down the stairs. I sprint inside the elevator and rest a little as the doors close. I go to press in the ground floor, and am horrified by what I see. Whoever did this pressed all of the elevator buttons before leaving. Above all the buttons, a smiley face made out of coal dust stares at me. The elevator begins to rise, the doors opening at each floor to reveal a thick burning inferno. By the time several floors have gone by I am choking on the thick smoke that has invaded the elevator. I am almost grateful when the elevator cable, melting from the heat of the flames, reaches its breaking point and drops. I will reach the ground floor dead, buried under rubble and ash. My last thought is wondering how the hovercraft will find my body in the midst of the wreckage.