User blog:District12-Tributes/The 228th Annual Hunger Games (My 3rd Games)

The 228th Annual Hunger Games :
'''Intro: The time when Paylor was President of Panem was not long. She took over Panem in the time of the 2nd Rebellion, but as soon as everything was calm and orderly, once more, she was thrown out of office. She was replaced by President Remedy who wanted the Games to be hosted again, not once but three times, every year. She, also, demanded that the Capitol have total control as they did before. The Capitol would elect a new President every five years. President Remedy was replaced by Presidents with the same wishes. Panem was a cruel society until one woman lied about her ideas to run the nation; her name was President Leise, and she wanted everything ran as it was with President Paylor. ''' Once President Leise took over Panem, all districts were so happy and treated equally. The citizens of the Capitol, though, did not like this at all! The Capitol residents hated being on the same equality level as the Districts! They no longer had as much money to spend on themselves! The Capitol was outraged! So, one night a group of Captol men disabled all cameras and murdered President Leise while she was asleep! The Districts could only pray that the new President would be as gracious as President Leise, but, of course, this did not happen. A strict and commanding Capitol woman, President Ivory, took over the nation of Panem! She insisted that Panem will be run as it was in President Snow's time! Therefore, the Hunger Games were held annually once again, with District 13 a Games-participating district, and each Games promised to be extra horrific and torturous to the tributes which only made the Capitol feel even more powerful.



Reapings
Sovereignty Song: My final Reaping and now my skills are at their peak. I'm ready. I drone out the entire ceremony, but instictively shout out when the escort says, "Ladies First!" I yell my name and follow it by, "I am your tribute!" Her eyes get big, but she regains her posture and waves me onto the stage with her gloved hand. I get up there and start searching for my coworker in the Games. My eyes come across a big, muscular athletic guy. He's gorgeous! I grin and jump off stage. I run to the back of the croud and grab him by the arm. "He's the male tribute!" This annoys the escort so she throws her arms in the air, knocking off her wig. She squeels, grabs her wig, and then rushes offstage. When she's gone, the guy says his name, "Brayden Leo." Then, smiles at me with a sparkle in his blue eyes. I scowl at him, "Don't try to impress me," I snap. His face sags which is not as attractive, I must say, but he makes it work.

Brayden Leo: I had to get up early this morning. What time was it? 10 AM? God, I hate the Reaping, not cause of the Games though, but because I have to wake up before noon. I slide on my clothes and drag myself to the Square. I listen to the videos and wish they would make new ones, becuas eI have memorized every word of these. Then, the Girls Reaping. A bold girl says she is the tribute before the escort een get stot he Reaping glass. then, she cans the audience for her partner in crime. It's me!

Kiki Roc: It was my first Reaping and I was planning to volunteer. I ignore the beginning annd twirl a piece of hair that fell onto my face around and around my finger. "Celeste Miracle!" A big, muscular, giant chick with oily black hair takes the stage. Eew, I think. She looks strong and fierce, but she would be a big target. Not just because he, I mean, she's, a threat, but because it would be hard to mis such a giant target. I know I am so much better thna anyone so I volunteer.

Axel Golden: I was prepared to volunteer. My chest was out, my chin was high. I looked like a victor, until the escort tapped the microphone. The sound hurt my ears and a painful vibration ran through my neck and head. I clasped my hand over my ears and fell to my knees. It was reallly hard to fight past the pain, but I pulled it together long enough to volunteer. I gathered my senses and everyone forgot about that little scene of mine. It will never, ever happen again. Ever.

Laura Dewote: My boyfriend, Liam, waas throwing stones at my window this morning. I dressed and then went down to meet him. We walked to the Reaping together. "If you're drawn, I'd volunteer to go in with you," he says. I smile and tell him, honestly, that I'd do the same. We get our bloodsamples taken and then listen to the escort's squeaky voice and the videos that we watch every year. Then, "Laura Dewote!" I gasp and then look over at Liam. His mouth is open and he's stammering. "Help!" I mouth out the words as the Peacekeepers ushe rme upstage. When the boy's Reaping is held, Liam doesn't volunteer. I thought he cared about me... Tears leak down my cheeks, not because of the games, but because of what I would've done for him and I what I thought he would do for me.

Scythe Winters: I stand in the Square. I've been sick for weeks and this is the first day I could actually stand up straight wihtout passing out. As soon as I process that thought, I get a terrible headache. I clutch my forhead and breath deeply to keep form crying out. Then, my name is called. I can't fight like this...

Peral Jaca: The Reaping was the same as it is every year. The idiot Capitol escort woman and a weirdo video about Panem's history. God, this ceremony thing is getting really annoying! They need to change it up a bit. I'm think something like, uh, black... A giant, black stage and, I guess, (for the Capitol's sake) they could do rainbow lights. The escort should dress in solid black and the videos should be editted so they appeal more to the modern generation. Everything here is so outdated. "Peral Jaca!" Perfect...

Jag Aqua: I open my eyes this morning and rolling waves greet the rising sun and sing the same sweet tune as they did when they played the lullaby I slept to. I can't stop the smile that stretches across my face. Today is Reaping Day and I'm not scared. I'm really not. I get to the scare and direct all of my attention to the escort and videos. I finally hear the male's name: "Jag Aqua!" The odds are definately in my favor. I take the stage, my fingers rub across a scale and fold on my modified ear.

Flora Vengsant: I was the first to the Square and just leaned against a wall the entire time. I was dazed until I heard my name called as tribute.

Lucas Heyk: The intorduction, the videos, the girls, now it's my turn. "Kirk-" "-I VOLUNTEER!" My voice overpowers the escort's even through the mic. I smirk while I swagger onto the stage. "What's your-" I interuot again, "Lucas Heyk" She rolls her eyes. Then, she grabs the girl's hand and raises it saying, "Your female tribute!" Then, she grabs mine and says, "Your-" You know that I interupted again, "-Victor of the 228th Annual Hunge Games!" This sends the croud into a roar and they chant my name and my name only. I guess, they're excited to have someone this great to represent them.

Caroline Maven: Hadix shakes me softly to wake me. I open my eys and he's there. Hadix is still in his sleeping shorts and he's shirtless. I smile a little. He's always shirtless when he wakes me in the morning. He waits until after he gets me up to dress, because it's kinda a joke; I used to be grossed out whenever he showed his belly and we got in arguments about it all the time. Now it doens't bother me. It takes me a minute to see that he's teary-eyed. My expression shifts. Whenever he's scared or sad, I am, too. I look into his eyes and I soon realise what happened. Father has been sick for months now and we couldn't afford to help him. I know that he's gone. I start to cry loudly, but Hadix stops me. We are orphans now. Mother passed away when I was five and now I've lost Father. Hadix wraps me in his dependable arms around me and I fall into hysterics. After a momet, he pulls me away, "Stop..." He dries my eyes and touches his lips against my forhead. I pull the covers over my face and expect to sleep eternity away, but he draws me bakc out, "We have to go; it's Reaping Day." I nod my head and slip on my pale, yellow dress while he puts on his unripped jeans and baby-blue t-shirt. He ties my dress and helps me braid my hair. We stand, side-by-side, in the mirror, me and my best friend. Then, we drag our feet to the Square. During the Reaping, I completely ignore everything and lose myself in my imaginary world. It's a place inside my head. In there, it's cool and damp. You float like a cloud and lullabies are on a continuous loop. I am rudely awokened by my name being yelled. Then, Peacekeeper arms push me forward, "Hadix!" "Hadix!" I frantically scream for him. I hear him respond, "Carol! No!" "No!" He's fighting a Peacekeeper to get to me. The Peacekeeper punches his nose and he stumbles backwards with blood dripping down his face. I start to cry and desperately thrash like a fish out of water.

Hadix Maven: Father died this morning. That's it. It hurts to much to go into full detail. The cold, merciless hand of reality has killed this family; there's only two of left. I get up Caroline and try as hard as I can to be strong, for her sake. Then, we go to the dreaded Repaing. We get our bloodsamples taken, and then we are seperated into our age groups. My eyes stay on her the whole time, but she never looks up to make eye contact. I missed the entire opening ceremony and videos, but I definately hear her name called. She looks up like she has been slapped. She yells my nama. Again and again. The croud gives way and I figth to her. I am tripping over everyhting and it feels like eternity before I am even within ten feet of her. Arms catch me form behind and I try to knock them off. The hand hits me in the face and my nose starts to bleed and my lip is busted. They drag me, away from Caroline, to the back of the croud, where I wait for the boy's Reaping. My name is called...

Lila Greene: I can normally put a positive spin on things, but hw can I with the Reaping? "Lila Greene!" My worst nightmare has become reality.

Hawk: Peacekeepers chased me out of another house early this morning. It was around 2 AM. I spent the rest of the dark period in the woods. I climbed high in a tree and spit on squirrels as they scampered by. Then, I heard the clock; it is Reaping time. I run so fast that I'm flying. I go in laps around the lake and then stop, winded, and make my way to the Reaping. I get there and listen to the videos and intro. I am in awe. It's incredible how big these screens are. Wow... "Hawk..." the escort yells my name and then falters, I guess she was looking for a last name. Ha, I don't have one! I changed it to just Hawk, the second I was old enough (when I was 13). The escort says, "Well, I guess it's just Hawk!" I crawl up the stepd of the stage like an ape and then bark at the escort just to Freak her out. Ha, her reaction was priceless.

Helen Dugsky: This whole thing is stupid. God, I don't even wanna talk about that idiotic woman and the squeling, crying girls and all the other dramatic peasants. Someone walks past me and, I think, they purposely bumped into my arm. I turn and clench my fist around her hair. It's bleached blonde. Ugh, stupid blondes, I guess I can't blame her; she was born that stupid. I heard the escort call my name so I stomped onto the stage. I waited for a volunteer, but nobody did. "What? No volunteers?" No reply. "Well, fine! I can win myself!" I huffed and then stormed offstage, raging.

Alan DeGenari: The Reaping: The videos, the speech, the girls, and then... me! My eyes bulge and I feel all the blood drain form my face. ''Please, please. Someone help me.'' I catch my bestfried's eye and he looks like he's devasted and helpless. I know he could volunteer, but that's too much to ask. Help me, please.

Cassandra Karatine: I can't stand the Reaping. It's all I cna do to hold in my fear and anxiety during the opening ceremony. The suspense is killing me! Finally, the pick a female tribute... and I am her.

Zeph Nile: I mocked the escort and was caugth by Peacekeepers. Those idiots forced me to volunteer, but what they didn't know was that I was going to volunteer anyway. Ha!

Veinna Tall: I woke up and picked up the knife that I keep beside my bed, the nurse walks in and screams. Her high-pitched squeal makes me laughe very morning. Mr. Norris runs in and snatches the weapon form me. He knows that I was trying to commit suicide again. why don't they just let? I sigh and they lead me to the Reaping! "Veinna Tall!" Finally, I'll certainly die there.

Canal Italy: I drag my feet to the Reaping and I'm purposelly late. I get there and hear, "Italy!" that's my last name... It's not! "Canal Italy!" the escort repeated the name and, yes, it was me.

Venice Rae: I gulp as the escort plays around in the female Reaping bowl. It's big and glass. They've been using the same one for years, and there isn't a single crakc in it. The escort, finally, after ten long minutes, draws a name. she clears her throat and says clearly into the microphone, "Venice Rae!" My heart stops. The whole world freezes and my life flashes before my eyes. No one can save me now.

Rye Fletcher: I went to the orchards early this morning so I could get in a few extra hours of work. I climbed to the highest branches of an apple tree to get that perfect, red fruit that begged to be picked. As soon as my hand touched it, a huge gust of wind blew, knocking me from the branches. I hit the ground hard, but the fruit was in my hand. I started to bite into it, but a Peackeeper shot me a look. I stopped and tried to play it off like I was just cleaning it. I wiped the apple on my shirt and then put it in the bucket. I hauled the full bucket to the drop-off station and then dragged my feet to the Reaping. I ended up being a little late and got there just in time to hear my name called. What?!? Me?!? I walk onto the stage in a daze. Wow.

Ann Reed: I made my daily rounds of delivering fruit to the low income families of the district. I have a bit more food to spare, because of the fruit trees in my yard so I give three apples, oranges, or pears to half of the poorer families on one day and to the other half, the next day. After all the food is delivered, I make my way to the Square. I get there and sit through the torturous videos and speeches. Finally, the Reaping. The escort teasingly picks up slips and drops them back. I bend over to slap a mosquito that landed on my leg and just as I do, I hear my name called. I am District 12's female tribute in the 228th Annual Hunger Games.

Aang Airs: I smirk as a kid int he back of the croud is dragged away by Peacekeepers to be whipped after he cursed about the President. Ha, typical. Hes does it every year. At first I felt bad for him, but now I'm used to it. The escort picks the female's name: Ann Reed. And now the boy's: Aang Airs!

Vallita Fecil: I shove through the croud so I can get front row. I can't wait to see the sucker who's thrown in the arena this year! The escort, after the video, clears her throat and into the microphone says, "Vallita Fecil!" ME?!?

Battleaxe Ridge: The Reaping... Blah, blah, blah. The females, blah, blah, blah! Finally, what I've been waiting for. "No for the boys'!" He digs tot he bottom of the bowl and draws a pice of paper. "Battleaxe Ridge!" He smiles and I walk up onstage. "Ooh, I love your name!" he says, but I just nod. I'm too depressed to respond.

Tribute Parades (From an Announcer's POV)
District 1: Ooh! Matching in District 1! The female and male both wear a dazzling yellow outfit with scattered sunset jewels reflected the light and sending off rainbow rays. The female's suit has a bit of a skirt flowing from the back, if I'm not mistaken. It goes over her shoulder and shows of her gorgeous figure! Ooh la la!

District 2: Look at Kiki and Axel! They are wearing gold, silver, and bronze armor. Their boots appear to be golden. They look so strong, wearing that silken cape of fiery red fabric. Their crown is made of a black iron pole that bent to form a circlet around their highlighted hair.

District 3: Look at Scythe rocking a lime green tuxedo! Rock it, Bro! Haha! Yes! Haha! I love the 3 dimensional metal gears and wires and trinkets that cleverly represent technology of District 3! It looks great. and it looks like the female's dress follows that lead, too. It's hot pink witht he same gears and metal trinkets decorating it! I love this! Very creative!

District 4: This looks pretty cool! The chariot is definately interesting. I like the rolling waves and leaping dolphins. the white horses complete the whole thing! Wow, and look at their costumes! They are both dressed as merpeople. Seaweed is weaved into the female's braids. She doesn't seem to fond of the smell! Haha!

District 5: They are both painted gold with red stripes and stars like the Panem flag. I'm not sure what this has to do with power, but look how it made President Ivory smile!

District 6: Hadix is wearing this cool silver mesh suit that says 'We Keep It Moving'. There are crystals sticking out of his purposely messy hair. A neat, mesh (same as the whole suit) cape sorta thing goes down his left side and says 'Hadix The King'. Carolyn wears gold dress with diamonds sticking out in various, scattered places. Her hair is piked up and it is dyed gold. A golden cape trails over her right side and says 'Carolyn The Queen'. Not sure how this came from transportation, but it's cool.

District 7: They have made the chariot look like the top of a tree and look at Hawk! He's a Hawk! and the female is dressed as a jabberjay. Clever! I LOVE it! Yes!

District 8: They are both wearing these humongous balls of fabric. The fabrics are polka-dot and striped and plaid and multicolor; anything you could imagine! I wonder how much fabric it took to make this?

District 9: This clearly represents District 9's industry: grain! The female is eleboratley clothed in wheat colored gown with various leaves as deco. She has a veil of wheat that covers her face. The male had a wheat-colored tuxedo, that is very flattering, I must say! Hehe, and a crown and gloves made of wheat! I wonder how that was made. Hmm...

District 10: Oh, hahaha! District 10's outfits are most amuzing! Yes, their stylist told me that Veinna selected these outfits! I'm glad that poor girl has found somehting that she, partially, enjoys! She wears a classic cowboy hat, boots, and their old faded blue jeans! What's that in her belt? It's a machete! She's not supposed to have that. (Someone whispers in his ear) Oh, it's plastic! Ha! Wait another moment! I think her shirt says: KILL THE COWS! Goodness! Hehehe. Oh, Canal is wearing somehting similar, but instead of a machete, he has a pitchfork! His shirt doens't say KILL THE COWS,either. It says: FARMER'S DAY! That shoes a personality difference, I do believe!

District 11: In District 11, I see a floral sorta thng going! Oh, yes! Venice Rae is working a short, yellow wrap. It's decorated in these glistening, metal flowers! Beee-utiful! Oh, my, check out Rye Fletcher! There's that smile we didn't see at the Repaing! Haha! He looks great in baby blue overalls with yellow dye in his hair! Oh, I see those metal flowers on him, too! Yes, District 11 looks simply delightful this year!

District 12: Man, District 12 is back on their old miners' suits, so it appears. The female and male look identical. Oh, wait a second! Hold on! The suits are on fire! I mena, it's nothing new. Ever since Cinna, fire has been District 12's signature. Ann Reed has, on her back, a bow and arrows. Another refeerence to Katniss and the 2nd Rebellion. President Ivory's not going to like this!

District 13: Look at these miners! They look almost identical to District 12's exept they are silver and lime green instead of orange and black. And... they aren't on fire, that is. they are glowing a green light that illuminates everything within a ten foot radius. Not that impressive, but decent.

Private Training Scores
Sovereignty Song:

Brayden Leo: 

Kiki Roc:

Axel Golden:

Laura Dewote:

Scythe Winters:

Peral Jaca:

Jag Aqua:

Flora Vengsant:

Lucas Heyk:

Caroline Maven:

Hadix Maven:

Lila Greene:

Hawk:

Helen Dugsky:

Alan DeGenari:

Cassandra Karatine:

Zeph Nile:

Vienna Tall:

Canal Italy:

Venus Rae:

Rye Fletcher:

Ann Reed:

Aang Airs:

Vallita Fecil:

Battleaxe Ridge:

The Interview Host
The interview host for these Games will be Piper Bristol. Piper is a female who was extremely sad when the Games were cancelled in President Leise's time, but she eventually saw how cruel and barbaric the Games really were. That realization made her want to be the interview host when the Games started again with President Ivory. She felt that as interview host she could help encourage the tributes and keep them as hopeful and optimistic as possible.

She tries to be as fantastic as Caeser Flickerman and she exceeds beyond expectations. She is wonderful and can coax a conversation out of almost any tribute. She only makes jokes at her own expense and puts a positive spin on anything the tribute says. She always puts on her most stunning smile while she is on stage so the tributes feel more welcome. Piper always says the right thing at the right time. She is a perfect host.

Piper has long, wavy hair that is brown and has pink, purple, and blue highlights. She is actually pretty, in a way. Her eyes are a deep blue, and she has long eyelashes with tiny butterflies scattered over them. She wears purple eyeshadow and lipstick. Piper dresses in a long, white, sleeveless gown with a purple belt around her waist.

Head Gamemaker
The Head Gamemaker for these Games is Jennifer Ellie. She is easily offended, and when she is angry she can be murderous. She is very harsh and demanding, and if you catch her in a good mood, you've obviously been extremely nice to her or you know her very well. Also, she will do anything to make the Games as bloody as possible. She adores mutts and will contribute as many deadly additions to the Games as possible. And because of her love of a tribute's bloody death, she will make the arena extra harsh, dangerous, and, of course, deadly.

The Games Announcer
Alexander Barry is the Announcer for the 228th annual Hunger Games! His phrase that announces the beginning of the Games is, "Tributes, welcome to the 228th Annual Hunger Games! Remember, only one tribute may be crowned victor! So, best of luck, and let the Games begin!"



Arena

Alliances
Careers: Brayden Leo, Sovereignty Song, Kiki Roc, Axel Golden, Peral Jaca, Jag Aqua

Alliance 1: Hawk, Lucas Heyk, Caroline Maven, Hadix Maven

Alliance 2: Rye Fletcher, Ann Reed, Aang Airs 

Alliance 3: Vallita Fecil, Helen Dugsky, Zeph Nile

Lone Tributes: Laura Dewote, Scythe Winters, Flora Vengsant, Alan DeGenari, Lila Greene, Cassandra Karatine, Vienna Tall, Canal Italy, Venice Rae, Battleaxe Ridge