User blog:AngelsHolocaust/The 34th Hunger Games

Hey everyone, Bella here! Yes, I am obsessed with making games, aren't I? Well, I'm back with another games, although there will be a few twists as I'm writing a few at the moment. By twists, I mean I will be writing the pre-games. Boring. But, as I write up the reapings, chariots etc. I can hopefully get some of my other games quickly done and dusted. Well, here I go. Tribute requirements: name (must be up to my standards), age, gender, district, skills, personality, history (optional), strategy (optional), appearance, family, pets and friends (optional), token, and notes if needed. Please be creative and don't submit tributes I've had in my games before. Let the games begin!

I will try update everyday, and these games will be written in 1st person. May the odds be ever in your favor! Also, if all spots are taken fast, I will add in District 13, and possibly Districts 0 and 14.

Major Twist

These tributes have been forced into the games for commiting crimes, they will appear on the second day of the games. Instead of becoming an avox, a prostitute for the Capitol, or executed right on the spot, they have the chance to live. Requirements: Name, age, district, gender, personality, skills, crime they commited. Note: I've jumbled around some of the tributes into random districts.

The Reapings
District 1, Flovia Slash:

My knife skids across the dummy's chest with a rapid tempo. The jagged blade fully sinks in and I grin with satisfaction.

The gymnasium is silent, the only rhythm is the noxious rake of my knives, making impact with the dummies around me.

Ripping the knife out of the dummy, I stagger backwards and take a deep breath. The day I've been training for my whole life has arrived. The day I volunteer for the Hunger Games.

I ribbon my hands around a sword and charge towards the dummy once more. The ten inch, barbed blade digs through the dummy's face, and the visible part of the sword is the handle.

Smirking with arrogance, I whip around and half-heartedy jog towards the changing rooms. I've came here prepared, my reaping dress and heels already stashed in my gym bag.

Unzipping my pack, I think about my life after the games. Oh, I better not get ahead of myself, I really am too confident.

As I grasp for my crimson dress, I instead find a bed sheet. Anger boils inside of me. My older brother replaced my dress with my bed spread. My heels are here, but I'll look like an idiot at the reaping wearing a tank top, blue shorts and heels.

I grapple the black heel and screech as I march out of the changing room. I send my individual stiletto shoe whizzing across the room, and I watch as the heel rips through the dummy's chest.

Grabbing my bag, I head for the square, ridiculously wearing a white singlet, cobalt blue shorts and white sports shoes.

Girls begin whispering about me as I rock up in the square, and I shut them all up with deadly glares. Some boys whistle, and I don't really mind. I love the attention.

A shiver rushes through my body as my ring finger is punctured with the blood taking gadget, and I head over to my two best friends, Flora and Hestia.

Waiting unpatiently, a sigh of relief finally erupts as the escort purrs into the microphone. She's pretty old, and you can tell she's trying to cover up her furrowed face with a gallon of make-up.

"Welcome, welcome! How about we skip straight to the annual reapings, shall we?" She chimes with a beam. Yeah, let's get the show swinging.

The woman skips towards the glass sphere containing the boy's names, and plucks out a slip of thin paper.

A boy named Bone Shadows is reaped, he looks like a wimp, but that's okay. I'll kill him off the second I'm in that arena.

"Florentina Sistine!" The escort calls out, and I boost my hand upwards. "I volunteer!" I scream with all of my might, and dart towards the stage.

Florentina, a beautiful girl in my class, steps infront of me. Her cascading, platinum blonde locks loosely suspend at her waist, and her supple, jade eyes stare into mine.

"The crown's mine, Flovia." She hisses.

I push past her, and I feel a sharp pain pivotting through my scalp. She's yanking my hair! I struggle to break free, but I manage to twirl around and punch her in the gut.

She falls to the ground with a grunt escaping her lips, and I slyly break into a grin. "Looks like the crown's mine now!" I hoot with satisfaction, strutting towards the stage.

"What's your name, my dear?" The escort asks as I stand next to Bone. "Flovia Slash, District 1's future victor!" I bellow into her argent microphone.

"Well, citizens of District 1, I give you Flovia Slash and Bone Shadows, our tributes who will be representing District 1 in the 34th annual Hunger Games!" She screeches.

Instead of shaking hands, I stare Bone up and down and saunter into the Justice Building without a care in the world.

District 2, Alexander Sidorov:

Great. The Reaping. Yeah, coming from District 2, I should be all happy about it, shouldn't I? Nope, not me.

The Games? I couldn't care less about them. What's the fun in killing other children for fame and fortune? Um, I have some respect for myself, thank you very much.

Quickly getting out of bed, I heave on a green tank top and a pair of slender, obsidian jeans. I put on a pair black bean colored sneakers and head for the kitchen.

Satisfied with a bowl of cereal, I chug down a mug of orange juice and stroll towards Juto, my cousin who's staying here for the week. "Are you volunteering?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "What about you?" "No." I bluntly reply and head off.

I sprint towards the square. I've arranged to meet with my friend, Rovil, just before the reaping began.

Examining the square, I see him up ahead and make a beeline towards him. "Hey, Rov!" He spins around and grins. "I'm volunteering this year." He says cunningly.

"Really? That's great! I wonder what the arena will be." I declare, watching as confident boys and girls stream into the square. "Hey, Alex, what is Vanessa's reaped?" Rovil says. "Someone's probably going to volunteer for her, she's going back to Mexico next week." I assure him.

Our escort, a man with watermelon streaked hair with dusky patches, a salmon blushed toga and a halo embroidered with golden leaves, shuffles onto the stage.

"C'mon, let's get our fingers pricked." Rovil says and we both pivot towards the large, ivory desk.

After our blood's been taken, we walk towards the 16 year old wedge of the reaping, where we wait in silence, eager to get the show on the road.

Our escort skips the Dark Days video and walks straight over towards the globe containing the girls' names. His hand joggles through the whirlpool of pearly slips, and his hand escalates, an individual slip tucked in between his index and middle finger.

"Vanessa Jimenez!"

Oh god. This isn't good at all. The girl I love has been reaped. But someone will probably volunteer, right? Silence is the only answer to my problem.

I watch as she hikes the steps, she's wearing a long, cascading floral dress, and she has a coral shaded flower tucked into her elongated, coffe colored luscious hair.

Now, I know what I must do, and it will probably end up with Rovil hating my guts, but Rovil won't be able to protect this girl as well as I can.

The boy's name is called, and Rovil and I both race for the stage. I knock Rovil to the ground by hammering my fists into his back. He falls to the arctic concrete and stares at me in disgust.

"I volunteer!" I yell as I mount the three steps, joining Vanessa at her side. She smiles at me lightly, but you can tell she's extremely scared.

"What's your name?" The escort asks as he pats me on the back. "Alexander Sidorov." I reply with confidence, then he orders us to shake hands. Our hands meet, but only for less than three seconds, then we're both escorted into the Justice Building.

District 3, Lucky Dawn:

Could this day get any worse? First of all, I wake up at 8:47 in the morning, and guess what? That's right. It's the reaping today, not that I really care about it or anything. As soon as I got out of bed, my foot caught my bed spread, then I fell to the ground - FACE FIRST. I went to grab my reaping outfit, a simple red dress, and when I open my closet, it's not there. And now I'm stuck with a black tank top and a carmine skirt. Okay, my parents should have just named me Unlucky Dawn.

As I'm about to go down the stairs, I just notice the pebble underneath my foot, which is hovering in the air. But no, my life sucks, and it will always be that way. My foot glissades across the pebble, and the next thing I know, I'm trundling down the stairs, striking each wooden block with my head.

Revolving into the kitchen, I quickly brush off then head for the cabinet. Great. My greedy brothers have already chowed down the cereal. As I leave the house, I'm equipped with a burnt piece of toast and a glass of chocolate milk. Could this get even more worse? I surely hope not.

Yeah, so I'm late for the reapings, but then again, It's a relief I even made it to the square by feet, although the journey here wasn't fun. Brutally attacked by a neighborhood cat named Rubble, tripped over a bump in the sidewalk and ripped my skirt, and to top it off, I was hit in the head by a falling brick. Which by the way, I have no idea where that brick even came from.

As my finger's getting pricked, blood isn't coming out, so the woman tries again- THREE TIMES. On the third time, blood begins gushing out like a waterfall, peppering my outfit with a scarlet streak of warm blood. This day just gets better and better by the minute.

Making my way into the girl's half of the reaping, I'm just in time for that stupid video no one really cares about. Great, why am I here for the most boring part? I really just want this day to get over and done with. The escort, a woman in her thirties with an elephantine cyan wig, sickly carrot colored skin embroidered with onyx stones, and wearing a hulking, fuchsia rabbit costume, hops over to the girl bowl.

"Lucky Dawn!" She chimes. Well, this day can get worse.

I strut down the slender, concrete strip, then take the stage without a flaw. The woman stares at me in disgust, then I award her with a nauseated glare. "What happened to you?" She asks as she takes a step away from me. "What happened to me? Take a look at yourself, you're wearing a rabbit outfit and you're carrying a baseball bat." She gazes down at her cherry colored baseball bat, then gasps.

"Respect, young lady!" She hisses, then skips towards the boy's bowl. "Digit Starr." Some kid with glasses anxiously ambles towards the stage, his eyes glazed with a coat of tears. "What a wimp." I hoot under my breath, although it's pretty much audible to the whole audience.

"Now, now, now. Shake hands you two!" The escort purrs. Digit boosts his hand towards mine, and I take a step back in disgust. "I don't think so." I chuckle as I take his glasses. Time to have a bit of fun. Digit thrashes around on stage, then knocks over the bowl containing girl's names in it. Glass shards zip across the stage, and a river of white slips cascade across the maroon surface.

The mayor lumbers over to me, yanks the glasses from my hands, then returns them to Digit. My mouth curls into a grin, then the next thing I know, I'm shoved inside the Justice Building.

District 12, Kohl Cyphers:

Today's the reaping day, the day where the Capitol will pluck two children from each District, haul them in into the custody of the Capitol, then throw them into an arena, we're they're forced to slay one another, until one remains. Sounds fun, right?

I had no problem with The Hunger Games, I'd just avoid it and hoped I didn't get reaped, but when my sister, Diamond, was reaped, that all changed. All of my disgust belongs to The Hunger Games, the President is the cause of hundreds of deaths, and there's more to come, many more.

This reaping, I've decided to go casual, I don't want to look like a fool wearing a tuxedo, a bowtie, leather shoes and have my hair slicked back. So I quickly throw on a blue and white striped sweater, a grey pair of sweatpants, white socks and extremely uncomfortable sneakers.

For breakfast, I rapidly scoff down two pieces of toast, then head out of the door.

Outside of the house, I take off my sneakers and walk towards the square in my white socks. Up ahead, I see Willow Woods, a girl at my school who is extremely identical to me. "Hey Willow!" I whistle, jogging towards her.

She whips around. "Oh, hey Kohl." I've never really known if she likes me or not, she's an enthusiastic girl, but whenever she's around me, I feel like she doesn't really care about me. "Hey, look who's coming." Willow declares bluntly.

I whirl around, and my jaw drops. Vixen Ice, the richest, most beautiful girl in District 12, is striding towards the square with her angelic smile. Wow, the things I would do to get to know her. Hoping she comes towards us, my hope plummets as she skims past us, her glistening, electric blue eyes fixed on the square twenty yards away.

"Willow, do you know Vixen?" I ask Willow, eager to know more about Vixen. "Yeah, she's been in my class for three years, she's nicer than you would expect." Willow recites. I really want to know Vixen, but I'll never have the guts to talk to her.

"Move it." A voice rings out behind us. Willow and I whirl to the source, Gemini Shadows, an extremely rude girl, who practices almost everyday for The Hunger Games.

"Get lost, Gemini." Willow hisses. "Haha, I don't think so." Gemini catcalls, lacing her hands around Willow's braid  then uprooting it. Willow shrieks, flailing around like a seesaw.

"Gemini, get off her!" I howl, grabbing Gemini by her waist and heaving her away from Willow. "Just leave us alone."

Gemini smirks then runs past us, her route headed for the square. The reaping! I totally forgot! I grab Willow by her hand and dart for the square, we must be pretty late now, if we didn't stop for a chat we would have been there way earlier.

After getting my finger pricked, I run for the ocean of nervous boys, then quickly take my spot. Great, just in time for our escort, Dandle Darkdust, to announce the unfortunate children who will have to compete in this horrible game.

"Vixen Ice!" Dandle hollers. I'm expecting someone would volunteer for Vixen, but obviously not. Stunned silence leaks into the square. Vixen's going into the games.

Vixen never signed up for tesserae, her parents both run a business each, how can this be? One out of thousands. I'm shocked. Vixen frollics towards the stage, her appealing smile arched across her face. Wait, what? She's smiling?

"Kohl Cyphers!" Dandle shouts, and I feel like my heart has literally just shattered. Great, I'm going into the games with the girl of my dreams, how wonderful. I quickly trudge towards the stage then hike the swarthy steps.

Vixen is still smiling, but now after seeing her smile up close, you can tell that it's forced. Well, this would be the perfect time to start plotting Vixen's death.