User blog:Necterine411/Mayflower Massacre

This Hunger Games is for the Holiday Games contest and is based on Thanksgiving. Submit your tributes, each user can only submit one district at the moment. I won't need lunaiis. More details later, I just need to start these soon so submit! Reservations last 24 hours, but please submit them sooner if possible.

District 0
 Dahlia Everlasting

 Reaping day, just another normal day for most people, but for two kids, their lives somehow get worse than mine. A few kids run by, young enough that they don’t have to worry about being reaped, and innocent enough to have still not grasped what reaping day is all about. One kids trips and falls near the river that runs by the path to town square. I freeze and hold my breath, but the girl stops herself before she even gets splashed. Calm down, I tell myself. No one’s going to drown; not today, when everyone needs to be accounted for the reaping. The town square is in view, already filled with anxious parents and teenagers. Cameras are there to capture it all. I enter the town square and step into the area I’m told to go to. I stop near a group a group of chattering girls, who greet me with big smiles. Somebody wonders what the escort will look like this year, and everyone begins talking at once, me included. But as the mayor’s shoes click across the stage everyone falls silent. When the escort comes up, despite how it seemed earlier, her outrageous outfit isn’t as hilarious as before.

  Calder Eden

  There’s no way to know for sure, but I can tell that no one really wants to stand next to me. Judging by the rumors going around about me, I’d be terrified too. I you asked any of the scared kids next to me, they’d probably talk about how I lived in the wrong part of town, my quick temper, and my tremendous strength. The escort finishes her little speech and reads out the girl’s name she drew. “Dahlia Everlasting.” She’s the girl people mention when they talk about bad luck, the girl who lost everyone she ever loved. Dahlia walks up to the stage while the escort calls out the boy’s name. “Calder Eden”, me. I walk on the stage and the escort instinctively steps back as she sees me; as if I was going to attack her. I ignore it, I’m used to it.

District 1
Max Summers

I’m hungry, but I know I won’t have any way of getting food. Not on reaping day, where peacekeepers are extra observant for anyone who would break a law and make the district look bad on camera. I don’t see why the peacekeepers listen to the Capitol. Who would willingly follow something so cruel? But I remember being beaten just for preventing myself from starving and I know that the peacekeepers will always be loyal to the Capitol. There’s no way someone with even a smidgen of doubt about his or allegiance would hurt an eight year old like they did to me. I walk to District One’s town square. The reapings are about to begin and kids are talking and playing around as they wait for someone to be reaped or for someone to volunteer. I enter the roped off area that represents my age group and stand off to the side, away from the other teenagers. Unless one of them has an idea to get rid of the Capitol, instead of just ways to win the Games, I don’t want to talk to them.

 Jupiter Dorthog

 The escort walks up to the stage with bluish, silvery skin and neon green hair that he’s spiked up. I’m still looking around for Harold, and I tune the mayor out as he begins to talk about Panem’s history. “Nervous?” I jump and turn to see Harold smiling at me. He holds my hand as the mayor gives the microphone to the escort. Instead of acting like an airhead, the escort goes on about how he can’t wait to see the fights the District One tributes will win. It almost makes me happy when he stops talking to pick a slip from the reaping ball. Harold gives my hand a squeeze as I wait to see who was reaped. “District One’s female tribute will be… Jupiter Dorthog.” Harold gasps as I begin my walk up the stage. I hear girls whispering about last year’s Games and I know no one will volunteer. Not when the last District One tributes were exploded by a missile. I scan the crowd to see if my parents even know what’s going on. I finally see them face down on the ground, having drunk alcohol until they passed out. I wonder if they’ll even notice I’m gone. The escort draws the boy’s name, and I only catch the last name- Summers. Another teenager walks up and stands quietly on the stage. Just like what happened to me, no one volunteers for him.

District 2
 Miley Gold

 It’s a wonderful day, the weather is nice, two kids will be sent to die, and even the peacekeepers are staying as far away from my brother and I as they can. The family walking in front of us speeds up a little as they see we’re behind them. Their fears are completely unfounded, I would never kill someone with so many witnesses. Even as we enter the crowded town square enough room is found so that no one gets too close to us. I enter my roped off area, one girl makes the mistake of pointing at me and I take out a sharpie. After the girl has retreated I turn my attention back to the mayor, who is welcoming the escort onstage. The escort walks onstage with an outfit that causes me to find my brother in the crowd and exchange small smiles with him; the escort’s outfit consists of a simple black suit with hundreds of sticks of chalk dangling off.

 George Gold

 Two kids move further away from me when they see me smile, but at the moment they have nothing to worry about. They should be more concerned about being reaped, the escort is just about to read the girl’s name. “Miley Gold”, not Miley, not my sister. The escort reads out the boy’s name and I volunteer. As I walk up the stairs to the stage I trip the boy I saved and he falls on his face. Miley gives me a fast smile when she sees him fall. Something falls off the escort’s suit, a piece of chalk. In a smooth motion I bend down and pick up the chalk, studying it for a little while. The escort holds out his hand and I return the chalk. There will be plenty of opportunities to kill later.

District 3
 Crick Storm

 I’m almost to the town square when I see a spider web. I stand there for a while, watching as a spider begins to move towards a clump in the web that must be some insect. Slowly the spider walks forward and I watch mesmerized. Just before the spider bites the bug’s head off a peacekeeper shows up. “You are late to the reapings and shall be fined afterwards.” As if I care, I won’t be around to pay the fine after I volunteer, unless I win; in which case I’ll have plenty of money to pay the fine. Yanking my arm, the peacekeeper escorts me to my area while the mayor goes on with his speech.

 Blue Ghost

 To anyone else looking at me as I wait for the mayor’s speech to stop, I’m completely alone. To me, I’m standing with a small crowd of the dead. They’re usually tributes from past Games, who followed their bodies back to their district. They come to make sure none of their sisters and brothers are reaped, but not even ghosts can stop that. Usually they leave me alone; it’s only one ghost that gives me any trouble. What he does each year varies, sometimes he yells at his district partner who’s now a Victor for killing him, sometimes he cries the whole reaping, professing his love and asking why she betrayed him. It adds unnecessary sadness to reaping day. As the mayor’s speech draws to a close the ghosts disperse, some going to stand by their friends and siblings, others going onstage to get a better view of who is being reaped. A new escort walks onstage with light pink hair and skin. I don’t have to wonder what happened to the last escort; last year she was accompanied by a ghost who spent the whole reaping yelling at her to be careful of any food she’s given. I look at the ghosts crowded around the slip of paper that’s been drawn as the escort prepares to read the girl’s name; only to find them all staring at me with a horrified expression. Before the escort reads the name I know I’ve been reaped.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Crick Storm

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> The girl looks so upset. She’s very emotional I see, I can tell how much fun it will be to kill her. The escort reads out the boy’s name, but I don’t bother looking to see who it is. I just walk up to the escort, take her microphone and announce that I volunteer. The escort’s face is worth the effort.

District 6
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Cathy James

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> “Careful mom.” I’m trying to transfer my mom to a wheelchair so she can be moved. My dad was told he had to help clean the square before the cameras came, so he can’t help me at all. The peacekeepers have decided that she’s not sick enough to miss reaping day. Of course they couldn’t be bothered to get a doctor to make sure this was true. My mom starts to slip out of the wheelchair and it takes all my might to prevent her from doing this. I pull her back up use a piece of rope to keep her from falling again. All through this process my mom is crying out, whether from pain or hallucinations. I fill a jar up with water and another jar with broth and store these in a small bag that I attached to the wheelchair. “Mom, if you get thirsty water is in here.” I feel my mom’s forehead and she’s burning up. She shouldn’t be moving at all, let alone going to reaping day. Looking at the time, I hurry to change into a dress and wheel my mother out of the door. The sunlight hurts her eyes and she has to close them. Thankfully there are not many bumps on the path to town square. I find the quietest spot at the edge of the square and wheel my mom over there. A neighbor promises to take care of her and I run to my roped off area as the mayor walks onstage. With all my troubles I almost forgot about the risk of being reaped.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Rick Jones

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">To be continued