User blog:Epic Hobo/The 71st Hunger Games

Welcome, welcome to the 41st Hunger Games. This is Aurora Gold and Venus Gray, co-writers for the 41st Hunger Games (we share an account so we'll tag our names at the bottom so you know who wrote which parts). I ask that you please READ THE DIRECTIONS.

Thanks, -Aurora

Directions, rules, and all that good stuff:
1. Make your tributes realistic; they shouldn't be perfect since no one is.

2. Please create your own new Tribute, fresh in these games. Please make sure your tribute is 100% yours and you have never used it in any other games.

3. Please only submit 3 Tributes maximum, and 2 stylists maximum, so everyonecan be included on the fun.

4. Please use this template for your tribute: Name:

Age:

 Gender:

 District:

 Reaped or Volunteered:

 Personality:

 Reaction to being in the games:

 Bloodbath Plan

 Appearance: (you could go to lunaii.com and make them insted of describing them)

Weapon of Choice:

 Skills and Weaknesses :

 Interview Angle:

Edge: (an edge as in a thing in the arena that makes them interesting, like a bond with another tribute that makes them different and make them have a better death if they do die.)

I seriously hope for your sake that you read these, - Aurora

Stylists and tribute costumes:
We are starting the reapings! Please say in a comment if your tribute was reaped or volunteered. If you don't we will make something up. Some of them will be done by today, and the rest by tomorrow night!

~Thanks, Venus

District 1
I walked to the reaping and stepped into the roped spot. Sort of nervous, but excited, anxious I guess. I watched as our District’s escort, Ariella, walked up to the stage and started talking. No one ever listened to her. Everyone thought she was crazy, she was crazy but no one ever talked about it. “Why don’t we continue with the Reaping?” she questioned. No duh Ariella, we all want this to be over. “A-” she was about the finish the name.

“I volunteer!” he was a handsome boy. He was blonde hair that fell in the right spot on his head, dazzling green eyes that were very distracting. It was his year this year wasn’t it. I think I know who’s going to win this year.

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

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Arran Harthorn.” He said. I recognized him, he was 16, was year younger than me.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“And now I guess we should go on to the girls?” Ariella yelled out. She was crazy, and sort of dumb, we are supposed to do the girls right after. She pulled a name out of the glass ball. “Zara Lancaster?” Oh. My. Gosh. That’s me. I walked up to the stage and I saw my reflection in the glass ball. My long brown hair looked perfect and my teal eyes were watering. No crying though, I have to look strong because I’m ready, and I’m not going to let some 16 year old heart throb get In the way of my life.

District 2
<p style="text-indent:.5in">“I volunteer!” someone yelled. I looked over at the girl who had volunteered. She looked to be about 18, the usual age for volunteers. I also planned to volunteer. Looks like we have something in common, I thought to myself. Karly smiled and skipped over like a five year old to the bowl of boy names. I smirked, wondering if Karly knew how stupid she looked. Then she pulled a name out of the bowl and skipped back over to the microphone.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Blake McEntire!” Karly screamed.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">I sighed, and then casually said, “I volunteer as tribute.” Then I simply walked onto the stage and kept an expression on my face that made me look cool, calm, collected, and even a little excited for the games. Karly announced the end of the District 2 Reaping, and told the girl and I to hug. It was an awkward hug, because two strangers don’t just hug. “What’s your name?” I asked her.

<p style="text-indent:.5in">“Seren. Seren Mayne,” she replied. Then Karly ushered us off the stage and away from the district and people that I might never see again.