User blog:The Targaryen of District 4/The Quick Games

"Rivalry and tension is rife amongst the tributes this year. You can tell by the way they just look at each other." - Lucentio, Gamemaker.

UPDATE: THESE NAME OF THESE GAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO THE HIGH SCHOOL GAMES. These games are only a quickie and they'll be regular. I don't want to wait extremely long for submissions because I want to just get these games over and done with. There will be reaping, chariot parade, training, interview and games POVs. There will also be a victory tour POV included.

I'm doing this because I want to pass the time.

Rules

 * 1) No Capitol and District 13 in these games. These are normal games.
 * 2) 4 tributes per user
 * 3) Links allowed
 * 4) Lunaii's and real pictures allowed
 * 5) No arguing if your tribute dies
 * 6) These games are done in POVs
 * 7) I MIGHT add some twists and I MIGHT be doing references to my other games.

Tributes
'''^ As a twist, President Maysall has ordered one district to have two females compete. In this case, that is District 5.'''

Alliances
Alliances will be stated here. When a person dies, their name will be crossed out.

Careers: Jaguar Taz (1), Clay Barines (2), Vriska Serket (4), Lexi Greenway (5),

Arena and Outfit
The arena for these games is a high school (partially Battle Royale inspired).

The Cornucopia is in front of the high school. The pedestals, like always, surround the Cornucopia.

There is also a field and forest on the right of the Cornucopia. However, it isn't safe there. Dangerous mutts lurk in the forest and any food provided there is poisonous. There is a lake which is safe to drink from in the day but at night, it becomes polluted.

The forest is only small and there are not many trees but the trees can give tributes a nice view of the arena.

The high school is very big in size. It consists of four different floors. There are several classrooms, giving tributes plenty of hiding spaces. There's also a canteen, sports hall (or as they say in America, gymnasium), changing rooms, drama hall/dance studio and science labs (my school in rl has all of these things).

At the back and the side of the school is an outside seating area, another field and some football pitches.

Arena Outfit
Females: Black blazer, white shirt, different coloured tie depending on district, black skirt, white tights, black strap shoes.

Males: Black blazer, white shirt, different coloured tie depending on district, black trousers, black shoes.

On the back of the blazers are the number of the tribute's district.

Tie Colours
District 1: pink

District 2: white

District 3: navy blue

District 4: light blue

District 5: yellow

District 6: brown

District 7: green

District 8: purple

District 9: beige

District 10: red

District 11: orange

District 12: black

Capitol: dark red

Death Chart
Dead tributes will be listed here.

Twists

 * The chariot parade outfits is what they wear into the Games.
 * This is the first Games in which I've included odds.

POVs
POVs begin here.

Lexi Greenway, District 5 Female
The Hunger Games. What comes into mind when you hear those words? Well there's killing, the Cornucopia bloodbath, tactics, the Careers, arena and many more stuff. But this year has been an exception. Unlike most years, there's not been much revealed about this year's Games. There's hardly been any advertisement on the Games.

Maybe privacy might be the theme of the Games this year? We'll just have to find out later today at the reaping.

I make my way out of the house with Mom and Dad. We gently stroll through the usual scenery of District 5. There's the old power plants, filling the air with billowing smoke. The smoke used to give us bad chesty coughs but now we're used to it.

All we could do was glance at our surroundings. They were familiar but it could be the last time I ever see District 5. It could also be the last moment I spend with my family before being catapulted into the games for unnecessary bloodshed.

Eventually, we arrive at the town square. I gulped intensely as I knew that this was where I had to part with my parents.

"Goodbye sweetheart and good luck. We'll support you every step of the way." Mom says, kissing me on the cheek. I 'repay' her with a warm hug.

"Thanks mom."

"Goodbye angel. Just remember what you're good at." Dad advises me. I also give him a warm hug.

"I will do, dad."

I let go and give my mom and dad one final goodbye.

"Goodbye mom and dad. If I die in the Games, keep in mind that I'll be watching from up there. I'll be the brightest star in the sky at night." I say, starting to cry. I could also see Mom and Dad jerking a few tears. After our family moment, the Peacekeepers take my parents to the barrier away from the 12-18 year old barriers. I let the Head Peacekeeper zap a little bit of blood from my finger, dab it on some sort of chart and scan the fingerprint. I couldn't see what my odds were since the side with the odds on was facing the Peacekeeper.

"Next." She shouted. A Peacekeeper escorts me into the 14 year olds barrier and I await the arrival of the district escort. I don't bother talking to any of the other 14 year olds, they were too busy gossiping and laughing amongst themselves anyway.

Mom and Dad were now nowhere in sight. I felt quite worried and anxious. Anxiety built up in me when I heard the sound of clinking high heels.

"Hello, District 5. Welcome to the reaping of the Quick Games!" The annoying voice of Annamaria Stephayna. Like always, she plays the same propaganda video from the Capitol. The President's boring voice makes me want to fall asleep again. I finally sigh with relief when the video ends.

"Wasn't that just great?" She asks. We frown back at her with no interest.

Annamaria, no.

We expect her to walk over to the female reaping bowl but instead, she grips the microphone in front of her.

"Before I do the reapings, there is one thing I need to tell you."

Oh god. Here we go.

"As part of a twist, we have randomly selected one district to have two female representatives. Can you guess which district has been selected?"

This is about as easy as those shape matching toys for infants.

"Dur, it's us!" Someone shouts from the male side. A few giggle and laugh. I try to hide away my anxiety and carry on observing what's going on.

"That's right, District 5. You've been chosen to have two female representatives." She says, starting to look annoyed. Then the moment came. The first female reaping.

"Bik Shire." She calls out. Most of the commotion came from behind me, meaning that Bik Shire was older than me. I finally realised who Bik Shire was when I saw a black haired girl being taken to the stage by Peacekeepers. She looked very serious, like she was prepared for it.

"Are you Bik Shire?" Annamaria asks.

"Obviously." Bik replies. More laughing continued until one of the Peacekeepers whipped the floor, silencing everybody. Even I jumped in fright.

"Now, for the male." She walked over to the male reaping bowl. Like always, a single white envelope was picked out. I closed my eyes, experimenting to see whether the atmosphere was better when my eyes were shut.

"Ivan Gorgoroth." She called out. This experiment was working. Even though I could hear shouting and talking, I felt more calm and content.

I open my eyes again. Ivan was tall and muscular, with blondish-brown hair and hazel eyes. I could already see what his strategies for the Games would be.

"I'm guessing your Ivan?" Annamaria asks, now looking kinda stressed.

"That's right, ma'am." He smirks cunningly at her, giving the impression that he was up to no good.

"And now for the second female representative." Once again, she walks over to the female reaping bowl. I decide to close my eyes again since I found it calming. Yet this time, it wasn't so calming. A unease had started in my stomach. Maybe this time, I would be the person reaped?

"Lexi Greenway."

My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. I was the person reaped. My worst fears were confirmed.

I open my eyes and walk out of the barrier I was standing in. Everyone was now looking at me. The unease in my stomach continued. I never felt this nervous before.

"District 5, say goodbye to your tributes!" Annamaria shouts out.

The odds are certainly not in my favour.

Skiswalf Skaagilf, District 8 Male
I made my way to the square by myself. Due to a recent textile shortage, my parents were forced to work at the factory so they couldn't come to the reaping.

Masses of people were in my way. Some I recognised from school. I received a lot of dirty looks, mainly because I was thought of as annoying and awkward.

After waiting a long time in the queue, it was finally my turn to get my finger zapped. Unfortunately, the Head Peacekeeper, Adina Burnett, was the one available.

"NEXT!" She shouted. Unlike the other Peacekeepers, she didn't have her helmet on. She had extremely short hair, which only reached up to the back of her ears. Two strands were left at both sides of her face and were curled. Her hair was the same colour as a crow. And like always, she had a strict expression on her face.

I walk up to her and put my finger out. Hoping to get a different facial expression from her, I attempt to make conversation.

"Hi Adina."

She looks up at me.

"Whadd'ya want, kid?" She asks.

"I only wanted to say hi. And I'm not called 'kid', I'm called Skiswalf." I reply.

"Skis what? Anyway, why do I care what you're called? Shut up and get to the barrier you're meant to be in." She says nastily. I start to get quite angry myself. Angry enough that I couldn't resist the urge to yell in her face.

"Look, you can't tell me to shut up. No one can. I'm my own boss and I'll do whatever I want, even if it means annoying people." I shout. Many turn to stare at me. The same people who gave me dirty looks now looked at me in shock. Instead of replying, Adina writes my name down on some sort of notepad.

"You're now on my list of people to watch out for. Cause a commotion like this again and I will do something that will haunt you for the rest of your pathetic life. Rhydian! Luki!"

Two big, muscular Peacekeepers walk over.

"What is it, Adi?" One of them asks.

"Take this rude kid to the barriers." Adina replies. They pick me up by wrapping their hand underneath my arms so I couldn't get away from them. I attempt to struggle my way out of their grip but it's futile.

"How old are ya, kiddo?" I heard one ask. My arms were aching as they tightened their grip. It felt like they were ripping the skin off my bones.

"16." I simply reply. They take me over to the 16 year old's barrier and dump me there. I hit the stone floor with a thud. Blood starts rushing through my body and eventually, out onto my head. Tiny drops hit the ground. It becomes noticeable and soon everyone is back to looking at me.

Oh great. I've caused a commotion because of Adina, been thrown into the barrier and now people are staring at me again because my head is bleeding.

Trying to ignore it, I look towards the stage. People continuously ask me if I'm ok but I just dismiss it.

"I'm ok. I'm fine."

Finally, the attention turns to the district escort. Last year, the escort found out she was pregnant so she left her position. Now, all District 8 could wonder was 'Who was going to be our next escort?'.

It had finally been revealed. Our escort was a young man with spiky yellow hair, green eyes with a hint of blue and he was around 5'9.

"Listen you creeps! The name is Gahlix Montrose. I'm going to be your new escort from now on, starting with these Games."

Oh no. We're back to having a strict escort.

"Right, you had better shut up while we play the video otherwise you'll be executed right on the spot!" He shouts.

Hardly any executions took place in District 8. I think he was saying that to try and scare us.

I didn't pay attention to the video. It was the same old propaganda rubbish anyway. The President's voice makes me want to fall asleep so I thought about the serious side to the reaping instead.

If I'm reaped, my parents won't be here to say their goodbyes. I'll just be taken straight to the Capitol and plunged into bloodshed with 23 other children.

After about five minutes, the video finally stopped.

"And now it's time!" He yelled. First up was the girls. I watched him do the same stupid process, mix the envelopes around, pick one out, open it and read the name on it.

"Rebekah Ure!" He shouts. Everyone looked around, trying to find out who Rebekah Ure was. It turned out to be a 12 year old girl who apparently loved squeezing throats.

"Get up here, girl! Chop chop!" When she finally got up, there was only one thing she did next.

"The..perfect..throat..to..squeeze!" That's right, she tried to squeeze Gahlix's throat.

"PEACEKEEPERS!" He shouts. Two Peacekeepers come and take Rebekah away from Gahlix's apparently 'perfectly squeezable' throat. A lot of us laughed because we knew this was going to be filmed throughout Panem.

"STOP LAUGHING! ONE OF YOU COULD BE REAPED RIGHT NOW!" He shouts. The same process happens. I yawn. My head wound isn't getting any better. I need a bandage.

"Hayden Millar!"

Then an idea came into my head. What if I volunteered? Then my head injury can get seen to. And of course, I would be saving some poor soul from entering the Games.

I run out of the barrier.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

For the third time, everyone looks at me. Gahlix looks like he's just seen a ghost.

"PEACEKEEPERS!" The two Peacekeepers that had hold of Rebekah put her down and run towards me.

"This boy's injury needs seeing to!"

The Peacekeepers take me inside the Justice Building.

"Those are your tributes, District 8."

That was one hectic reaping.

Satin Velvet, District 1 Female
These past few days have been so tiring! I literally fell when I was volunteering for some 13 year old, my mentor is the boring Ted Blumenthal, who won like 25 years ago and the escort, Priscilla, is a bossy boots. Well at least my district partner, Jaguar, is hot.

What are we doing now? I'm sat in the district compartment, eating a chocolate chip cupcake. Ted is arguing with Priscilla and I don't know where Jaguar is.

"Give the kids some slack. They're going into a fight to the death so the least you can do is not yell at them all the time!"

"WELL THEY NEED DISCIPLINE!"

"You didn't have to yell that loud!"

"URGH! ALREADY I KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE HARD WORKING WITH YOU!"

Priscilla storms out of the room. Ted then comes out and sits beside us.

"Ok here's what's going to happen today. Both of you will be put into different rooms to get your outfit fitting done. That will happen at around 10:30. The parade itself will happen at...."

Yawn yawn yawn.

"Now, to deal with Priscilla." He says to himself, walking out. Left in the room was me and Jaguar.

Jaguar had significantly black hair and dark eyes. Usually the stereotype with District 1 is that the boy has to have light hair and eyes. He breaks that "tradition."

"You're really enjoying that cupcake, aren't you?" He asks.

"Well why shouldn't I enjoy it? It's the first thing I've ate in a while." I say, raising my voice. He then frowns at me and gets up from his seat.

"Continue having this attitude towards others and you'll find yourself with a slit throat. That's how the cookie crumbles!" He yells before he leaves the room as well.

Oh well, he can shout and threaten me all he likes. I'll just leave him to the mutts.

I continue eating the cupcake until it was down to it's case. There was hardly anything good on TV, just reports on different districts and interviews with previous victors.

"So Tomma, how did you feel after you won your edition of the Games?"

"Please don't remind me of that Xander. It's horrible just having flashbacks."

Just as I thought that the parade might not go on, I hear someone enter the room.

Blaine Fitz, District 10 Male
It was time for my outfit fitting. My heart was pounding like crazy. I started to feel a little nauseous and my head was hurting. Yet my district escort was pushing me to get ready.

"Come on now! Hurry up! Please move along, Blaine!"

My district partner, Tsubaki was taken into a separate room.

I was relieved when we finally arrived into my room. I fell onto the sofa nearby and indulged in the comfort it gave me.

"Sit up, Blaine! You need to meet your stylist!"

Unwillingly, I sat up and awaited the arrival of my stylist. When he came, I realised that he was very kind and cheerful.

"Hi Blaine, I'm AJ and I will be your stylist for the Games." He said, shaking my hand. My escort was smiling a lot at AJ but AJ kept rolling his eyes.

My nerves had been controlled. I think AJ is going to be likeable.

"I can't wait to see what you look like!" My escort blurted.

"Actually, I think it's best if you go back to the compartment. I want you to see Tsubaki and Blaine's outfits at the parade." Blaine said. She went out of the room, looking disappointed.

Now it was just me and AJ.

"Ok, wanna see your outfit?"

"Sure." I reply. He pulls out a mannequin with possibly the most realistic outfit I've ever seen.

It's a high school uniform, with a red tie.

"AJ, why is my outfit a high school uniform?" I ask. Usually, the outfits are fancy. Girls wear dresses and boys wear suits. But this year might be an exception.

"It's time to let you in on something. This year's theme for the Games is high school."

This has got to be a joke.

"But I don't like high school." I say.

"I don't make the theme up, unfortunately. The Gamemakers and the President do that."

Eugh, not them two.

There was a five minute silence until...

"There is also another thing I have to tell you."

I start to worry again.

"The outfit you wear at the parade is what you wear in the arena."

What? NO!

"Will my outfit get washed?" I ask.

"Of course it will. I'll do that while you do your training." He replies.

I need a miracle to happen right now.

Vriska Serket, District 4 Female
Can this day get any worse?

I hate school so I hate this outfit already. It's seriously hideous, especially the blazer. There's an unnecessary red triangle on it.

Right now, I was making my way to the chariot room with Cristopher, the district escort and our mentor. I let the other three talk to each other since truthfully, I didn't like them.

"So Cristopher, you excited for the Games?"

"Yes. I can't wait."

"Are you joining the Careers?"

"Yep."

Then, Cristopher turned his attention to me.

"So Vriska, how are you?"

"I'm fine thanks." I don't bother to look at his face. Instead I just carry on walking.

We manage to find the chariot room. When we arrived, we noticed that everyone wore the same uniform. There were only two exceptions. Everyone had their district number on the back of their blazers and each pair of tributes had different coloured ties. Because we were from District 4, me and Cristopher wore light blue ties.

Like always, the room was bustling with chariots, horses, mentors, district escorts and prep teams. My opponents were doing different things. Some were feeding the horses sugar cubes, some were sitting down, some were talking with their prep team and some were just...arguing, like my soon to be fellow alliance members, the pair from 1.

"SO WHAT IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME? I'M ONLY HERE TO WIN, NOT TO BE LIKED!"

"Yeah right, you're more or likely going to get killed before you can anyway."

"Oh please, you have as much chance of winning as a District 3 tribute."

And then the District 3 pair joined in.

"WE'RE MUCH SMARTER THAN ALL OF THE CAREERS COMBINED!" They shouted in unison.

It was becoming quite a commotion. Everyone was staring at them and it took five Peacekeepers to restrain the four teenagers.

Then after two minutes or so, the District 2 tributes arrived. Both were smirking at the tributes from 1 and 3. I just wanted to punch everyone.

Cristopher starts to converse with me once again. Only thing this time is that he was trying several times to flirt.

"Can you just shut up?"

"Oooh, you're a feisty girl."

"I know I am."

Now my anger began to increase when he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"GET YOUR FILTHY ARM OFF ME!" I shout. Now I was causing commotion within the room.

The next few minutes were a battlefield. I tried so many times to get his arm off my waist but it was futile. I just gave up and let him do it.

But now we're going to be regarded as lovers. Great.

"I know you're into me." He whispers in my ear.

"No I am not." I whisper back. I get on the chariot when one of the stylists tell us to. Cristopher gets on and continues to wrap his arm around me. Two Peacekeepers open the doors and that's when the parade began.

One thing's for sure, everything happened too fast.

UPDATE
'''From now on, I have included one tribute of mine (Sabrina Prescott) into the Games. She will enter the Games on the Capitol's behalf but she'll die as she's only going to be used for the Game's running storyline.'''

She will not be included in training and interviews but will have POVs during the Games.

Nikhita Akshaya, District 11 Female
The chariot parade yesterday was hectic. There were a lot of arguments and rivalry, especially with the District 1 and 3 tributes. But I just ignored it. If they want to fight and increase their chances of dying, they can.

I also got to know Rubin a little. We talked while the commotion was happening. He seemed like a nice person at first but then again, it's the Hunger Games. He could just be acting, hiding what he's really like. I know those type of people.

Now we was in the training center. Because the President, whom I extremely hate with all my heart, likes to make up pathetic traditions every year, I have to stand next to Rubin. The trainer, who was called Joan, was standing in front of us, explaining the rules of training.

"This year, as you might know, is different. It's school themed. Having school as the theme is actually a good thing because there are plenty of hiding spaces."

I start to get bored of Joan talking so I look around instead. The District 4 boy was giving his district partner a hard time again. I could see that for every time he put his arm around her waist, she punched him. Soon after Joan mentioned the words 'hiding is for cowards' in her ongoing speech, the District 2 tributes started smirking.

Everyone else seemed kinda lifeless and still. They were really...concentrated.

"You may now go and practice." She dismissed us. The spear throwing section had been occupied by the now ever so annoying Careers so I walked over to the archery section instead. In the section were different types of bows stacked neatly alongside a selection of arrows and set up targets.

Perfect.

I took one of the longbows.

Dammit, just as I was preparing, a fight breaks out between the boy from 3 and the boy from 1.

"Can you guys get any more annoying?! Your district partner is a major slut and you're only gonna tag along with the Careers because deep down, you're a scared little boy."

"THAT...ISN'T...TRUE!" The boy from 1 yells. Why bother learning their names if you're supposed to kill them?

"Oh you can't see that because not only are you not right in the head, you have the mental capacity of a 2 year old!" The boy from 3 shouts. The boy from 1 starts getting angry and it turns into a fight. It was only a short fight as Peacekeepers break it up.

I just begin to ignore my surroudings and focus. I shoot the arrow and it lands right on the bullseye.

I might have a chance after all.

Clay Barines, District 2 Male
Well, that was a quick fight. The Peacekeepers came to break up the fight between Jaguar and Nathan.

"That's enough, you two! STOP IT!"

Deep down, me and Scarlett know that Nathan could kill Jaguar easily with his physique and build. But because this is the Hunger Games and saying things out loud can be dangerous, we just convert it into smirks. I could tell that some people wanted to kill us by their glares but who cares? Most of them will be dead soon anyway.

"They're like a bunch of 5 year olds." Scarlett bursts out loud, laughing.

"Tell me about it." I reply. Scarlett gives me a mischievous grin.

Jaguar and Nathan got taken by the Peacekeepers outside  Everyone else carries on with their training. I walk back to the climbing section. Scarlett walks off to the fighting section.

When I did come back to the section, someone was already there.

In fact, it was the District 6 female. She had taken MY place.

I prepare to climb up and get her when Joan does gestures, trying to tell me not to go up. I continue going into the station but Joan swings me around and slams me into the wall.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO UP THERE WHEN SOMEONE IS TRAINING!" She shouts right in my ear.

"BUT SHE TOOK MY PLACE!" I shout back. The moment I shouted, the girl fell onto the cold, hard floor. Her nose started to bleed intensely. Joan ran over to the girl and escorted her outside.

After ten minutes, Joan came back inside.

"It's time for your individual training. Line up!"

Training Scores
KEY:

11-12: You were outstanding!

7-10: You were great!

4-6: You were average.

1-3: You were poor. These scores were random.

The Resurrection of Sabrina Prescott - Lucentio's POV
Well it's been a crazy day. I've had to attend to many individual training sessions. Some were good, some were pretty bad.

Anyway, I just wanted to get work done now. While everyone gets preoccupied with the interviews tomorrow, President Maysall assigned me the task of creating the arena.

I prepare to sit down and get started on the landscaping when Horatio walks in.

"The President wants to see you."

"Where is he?" I ask.

"Outside." He replies. I unwillingly get out of my seat. Horatio takes me to the President, who was looking gloomy and miserable like always. His creepy pet snake was slithering around his neck.

"Gentleman, we need to talk." He says in a calm manner. Usually when the President talks in a calm manner, you know he was going to shout later.

"What is it, President?" Horatio asks, very confidently.

"You know how long I've been in power, right?"

"60 years, President."

"Well in my 60 years of being in power, I'VE NOT HAD A SINGLE GAMES BLOW ME AWAY!" He shouts. His snake hisses loudly, like it was agreeing with the President.

"But what about last year's Games? The victor of those Games has bipolar disorder." I say. The President turns around, his red contact lenses gleaming right at me.

"Last year's Games was a total mess. Twists and surprises every