User blog:Sparrow Hazelthorn/The 36th Hunger Games

Alright, I love THG, so I'm making one of my own. You can submit a tribute, as many as you want. Just, please, not the whole dang list of them. Here is your format:

Name

Age

Gender

District

Skills

Personality

Weaknesses

Strategy

History

Appearance

Token

Okay? Okay. If you have any notes or extras, include them. Thank you. If you give compliments or constructive criticism, your tributes chances of survival improve. I shall do POV's, so if you think your tribute isn't getting enough spotlight, let me know!

The slideshow goes in this order, from 1-?

Treeden Jones D12, James Andre D12, Tinder Leafs D10, Dusk Shivers D10, Terra Storm D11,

Add your tribute's pictures if you can!

Let's start:

NOTE:: If both of your tributes die early on, I'll do a "ghost perspective" or something. Don't quit reading!

District 1 Reapings:
Bliss Diamond:

My blonde hair flails across my face as I swing back and forth. I close my eyes and hear the tree's limb groan under my weight. "Bliss! Bliss!" I hear a voice call. "Reaping day!" I sigh and jump off of the old wooden swing that has been hanging for as long as I can remember. Ouch. I can already feel splinters in my butt. I run inside and straight to my room. I open my closet and immediately pull out my reaping dress. It's the same one I've worn for the past two years. I bury my face into the shiny, fresh peach colored silk. I inhale. It smells like summer. I quickly change into it and look in the mirror. I've noticeably grown since last Reaping day. The spaghetti straps squeeze my shoulders, and the hemline has gone from at the knees to slightly above the knees. I strap on leather sandals and head out to the square.

Cream Donahew:

Ugh. I hate Reapings. They're so boring. I think I might volunteer this year, to spice it up. I stand patiently in my roped off area, and I spot a member of the cult. I wave him over and say, "I might volunteer. If I don't make it back, you'll be the High Priest. Mkay?" He nods, solemnly. Suddenly, our idiotic escort, "Shayla" comes onstage. I boo loudly. She glares in my direction. To be safe, I duck down. Capitol people can be cruel. She's all bouncy, making her magenta wig slide to the left a bit. Pitiful. "Ladies first!" She trills. I sigh. This lady is hopped up on coffee, or something. "Bliss Diamond!" She shrieks joyfully. A blondie walks onstage, head held high. "I'll take pleasure in representing District one," she says. Psh. Yeah right. As she dips her hand into the boy's bowl, I brace myself to yell as loud as I can. I'm shocked by the tribute. "Cream Donahew!" Well, maybe I don't have to volunteer. This looks good.

District 2 Reapings:
Garneria Muchan:

Being an escort is great. I've been an escort four years now, and I've had a victor! It's great that I get such a strong, willing district. I wait in the Justice Building, making costume adjustments. Leopard skin shirt. Red, stretchy, shiny pants. Aquamarine lipstick. 7 inch black high heels. Loads of jewelry. Curly, long yellow tresses adorned with flashing diamonds. I look great! I hear the mayor, Mayor Sassafras or something finish the Treaty of Treason. Then, I bounce onstage, giddy and light. I see that the kids look excited, eyes gleaming like pools of oil. I think I might have some winners this year! Or, a winner. It depends. I say, "Who's ready to Reap?" They scream in delight. I strut to the ladies bowl and fish around, then pick a strip, adding to the suspense. Then, I say the name. "Lucy Fighter!" A delighted shriek rises from the crowd and I see a bouncy blonde girl with shining green eyes emerge. She laughs like an air head and bounces onstage. "Yaaaaay!" She exclaims. Hopefully the boy won't be a ditz like her. I skip over to the men's bowl and grab the first slip I touch. I say the name immediately. "Ernie Sasalot!" The boy's parents made a mistake naming him "Ernie" His name should be "killer" or something! He's got black hair, black eyes, and a look that says, "I'll kill you." I don't know about my tributes, but between the two, we might have another D2 victor. I hope.

District 3 Reapings:
Krallem Ateep:

I smile and try to catch the attention of Beetee, last year's Hunger Games victor. From our district, too! He was fifteen when he won by electrifying his opponents. How cool. He looks around at the crowd, and his eye catches on me! I wave, and he gives a shy smile and waves back. For sixteen, he's remarkably small. He could be fourteen. But he's not. Our escort comes in, but she's lacking the verve she had last year. Why? She got to escort a victor! She smiles weakly and says, "Gentlemen first." Men first? It's generally girls first! Oh well. She kind of dumps her hand into the globe marked, "Boys." She reads it silently with a bored expression on her face. Then, she looks up and her mouth opens. "Krallem Ateep." She grimaces. Oh, wait! That's my name! I run onstage. I feel queasy. I snatch a glance at Beetee. I wanted to meet him, but not as my mentor...

Needreve Ssintak:

"Come here, boy! Come 'ere!" I bend down to pet my dog, Sasha. "Good boy! Good boy!" I trot inside and he follows me. I am suddenly reminded that today's Reaping day. Our district has an advantage, we have a fresh Victor! I get changed into a simple, knee length midnight blue dress. I love this dress. I look at the clock. Oh Wattsills! I'm five minutes late for the Reaping! "Bye Sasha, be a good boy." I say. My family must be at the Reaping already! I rush through the streets of our District. Past the electricity generator, the music chip factory, a dozen homes, I run so fast I almost miss the square! I sneak into my roped area. Luckily, something has changed. Only the boy tribute's up there. I catch my breath and wait for our escort to call the other name. I'm so busy looking at everyone's Reaping day faces and outfits, I almost miss the name. It's my name. I trot onstage.