User blog:Robin040197/The Husky Games

Welcome!!!!!!!!!
Hello!!! Here am I! Since my last Games are ending, I start a new one, named The Husky Games! And I don't know what to say anymore.... I will maybe do Reapings, this time.

Rules

 * You can send up to 3 huskies.
 * The Career Districts don't appaer in this Games, or I decide to choose randomly a few districts.
 * If someone would like to help me write these Games: Ask me on User Talk!

Husky Template
Tell me as much as possible about your little doggie :)

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Country or State: (See list below)

Appearance: (Fur, eyes, short tail/long tail, colour of collar)

Weaknesses: (Can't swim, doesn't like cats, loves biting on a couch)

Skills: (Is fast, bites hard, Listens very good, Jumps high)

Backstory: (Lost mother, born between the trash)

Height and Weight:

Likes: (Cats, Rabbits, Frogs, People, Trees)

Dislikes: (People, Lightning, Rain, Water)

Allies:

Owner:

Countries and States
The Huskies don't live in Districts, but in Countries and States. All countries en states are similar to a District.

District 1 = Itaily

District 2 = Huskary

District 3 = Treexas

District 4 = Bonegium

District 5 = Furce

District 6 = Collarado

District 7 = Dogaware

District 8 = Barkados

District 9 = Lovesiana

District 10 = Foodland

District 11 = Connecticat

District 12 = Pawaguay

Huskies
'''The Huskies can't talk before they get reaped. A liquid from the Capitol makes them able to talk.'''

Itaily ~ Patricia Dacci POV
 I open my eyes and realize that it’s today the day of the Reaping. I jump out of my bed, run downstairs and start screaming his name. ‘GAR!!!??? Where are you? I need to brush you and then let you wear your collar!’. I see he lied down in the couch and I see that he stands up and jumps from the couch. He starts running to me. Gar, the 16 years old dog, really old for a Husky. ‘Come here!’, I scream to him. He thinks I want to play, because he starts barking and wagging with his tail, but I don’t want that. ‘No, Gar, stand still.’ His tail descends between his legs. ‘Please, Gar, do you want some food?’, he starts wagging again. ‘You can get it, if you listen to me now.’ Luckily, he stands still the rest of the time and in thirty minutes, he is brushed. ‘Now I put on your collar. Where is it actually?’ Gar walks away and comes back with a toy. ‘No, Gar, we don’t have time for this!’ His tail goes down again. ‘Mom!?’ ‘Yeah Honey?’, she answers. ‘Where is Gar’s collar?’ ‘I think it’s in the cupboard in the living room!’ ‘Thank you, mom! Love you!’ ‘Love you too!’. I walk to the living room and open the cupboard. There lays his sparkling green collar. ‘Here it is.’ I put the collar around his neck and he doesn’t like the collar. ‘Come on, Gar, we need to go to the square. When I wait for the escort, I see hundreds of other Huskies, waiting for their dead. Actually no… The owners are waiting for their deads. Then, when everyone has arrived, the escort walks up.

 ‘Hello everyone! Welcome to the FIRST Husky Games!’, the man says to us. He has orange hair with a bit of green spots in it. He wears purple lipstick too and a tuxedo with the colour yellow. A boy screams to him: ‘Hey, ugly man! Choose my dog! He wants to fight!’ ‘No,’, the man answers, ‘I will take a name out of these bowls. Ladies first!’ The man walks, with a non-elegant hop, to the female Husky bowl and takes out a name. ‘Taiyla Fithar!’ ‘No, please, don’t do this!’, a girl starts screaming. ‘Yes, I do this. Come over here with your dog, please?’ ‘NO! Never!’ She starts running to, I think, her house and when she is finally at the end of the square, some Peacekeepers separate the girl and her dog. ‘Bring her over here!’, the escort yells. In two minutes the dog, with the cute yellow collar, stands on the podium, next to the escort. ‘So, now the boys!’ Again he walks with his arrogant hop to the bowl. He grabs a paper and unfolds it. ‘Gar Dacci!’ I look to Gar, he doesn’t know what’s going on. But I know that I will lose him forever. I give him a hug and walk with him on stage. ‘This is Gar…’, I whisper. ‘Thank you, for not causing trouble’, the escort says. I run away and start crying. Crying beside my bed is the thing that I do for the rest of the day.

Huskary ~ Isabelle Hope POV
 I couldn’t sleep last night. Maybe Marzipan can be reaped. I hope not. The whole night she laid beside me in my bed, because she knew something was wrong. I have loved her since the day I found her. She was injured, ill and I went to the vet with her. She couldn’t walk but, luckily, the vet could heal her. Now she runs always, is always hyper and loves swimming. I like my doggy. I don’t want to brush her or anything else… I’m in a bad mood, I’m just tired. Hoping on a good Reaping…

 I walk with my Marzipan to the square and I think I’m the last one. ‘Hello!!!’, a woman with a green dress yells to us. ‘First, I want to tell you a story! Ten years ago, when there were all kind of species of dogs, the people in some countries decided that there only Huskies were allowed in this world. Now, we created the Husky Games, because of an overpopulated Husky-world. I hope you get this…’ The woman slowly walks to the female Husky bowl and shouts: ‘Let’s start!’ A girl from, I guess ten starts crying and she faints. Some Peacekeepers take her out of the big crowd of people and dogs. ‘Can Marzipan Hope please come to the stage? I yelled the name already three times.’ I didn’t hear her name… My lovely Marzipan, I hope she wins… I walk to the stage and push Marzipan to the stage, but she don’t want that. ‘Please Marzipan? Come with me?’ When she finally is up the stage, I ask the escort: ‘Is it right, if I stand here to watch the Reaping from here, beside my dog?’ ‘Okay…’, she answers. Then the woman with the white hair walks to the other bowl. She grabs a paper and says: ‘Lucky Anderson’. A boy walks up with his dog, but another dog comes up and starts barking… ‘I think he wants to volunteer…’, the boy says. ‘Okay… But we don’t know his name…’, the escort replies. A Peacekeeper walks up and whispers something in the woman’s ear. ‘Okay, his name is Adam Crunch, we think! Congratulations to the Huskies from Huskary!’. I have to go off stage and walk to my house to tell my father the bad news.

 Treexas ~ Max Dean POV   So, I went out bed, and started seeking for Pawful. But I couldn’t find her, so I went outside. ‘Pawful? Where are you!?’. No answer. I run through my garden and look for her. And there she lays. ‘Pawful? What are you doing?’ She stands up and walks to me. When she is finally at me, I see it. ‘Pawful! Bad dog! Why did you roll through the mud? Now I have to clean you, before we go to the Reaping!’ Her tail descends between her legs and I start looking for what’s dirty. Her belly and her tail. Oh, and her neck. ‘Follow me.’, I say to her. She walks slowly behind me and I walk to the bathroom, and let her sit in bath. The faucet starts flowing the water. Pawful looks in my eyes with her big, black eyes. ‘You have to be clean. Maybe you get reaped.’ She doesn’t like my speech. When she is clean, I take a towel, and make her dry. ‘So now we can go to the reaping!’ She starts wagging with her tail. ‘No, that isn’t fun. Maybe I will lose you forever!’ Pawful doesn’t know what’s going on. We walk together to the reaping.

  ‘Hi! My name is Lyla Tolesome! And I’m your escort! Let’s start!’, she walks to the bowl of the female dogs. She takes a paper and then unfolds it. ‘Pawful Squeak!’. That’s… That’s my dog. I walk on stage. ‘This is her.’, I say to the escort. ‘Okay, you have to go off stage now.’ ‘Okay.’ I give Pawful a kiss and then walk to my own home. I hear the escort scream a name: ‘Shadow Sanders!’. I turn around and see a guy walking on stage with his black Husky. The Husky wears a dark blue collar and is placed beside the escort. ‘Welcome our tributes! Pawful Squeak and Shadow Sanders!’ The rest of the day I’m thinking about my lovely dog, who maybe will be killed.

Bonegium ~ James Wavehurst POV
   ‘James! Wake up! It’s the day, Channing will be reaped today, or volunteer if you want that.’, I hear. I open my eyes and see that Marina sits on the end of my bed. ‘How long have you been here?’, I ask her. ‘I think I have been here since 9 o’clock. But you have to stand up and then come downstairs! I will be wait for you. Channing and Bree are both playing in the garden, together. So don’t worry about them!’, Marina says. ‘Okay…’. When Marina walks downstairs, I put some clothes on and then run downstairs. ‘Marina?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Are you going to volunteer with your Husky?’ ‘No, I don’t think so… You?’ ‘I’m doubting about it…’ ‘Don’t do it, please! Bree loves Channing!’ An awkward silence rises up. ‘Come! We need to go to the square.’, she says. ‘CHANNING! COME HERE!’, I shout. He, and Bree, runs towards us. Together we walk to the square in the middle of Bonegium. ‘Who’s the escort?’, Marina asks. ‘I don’t know. I see two, akward looking, persons on the stage. ‘We will see.’, she says.

   ‘Welcome to the Reaping everyone! We’re Gina Relay and Branston Trueheart, your escorts of this year.’, the woman with red hair says. ‘So yeah, I will start with the girls.’, the man with the pink tuxedo yells. He grabs in the bowl and then unfolds the slip. ‘Bree Brooke!’, he screams. I look immediately at Marina. She stares in the distance. I hug her and say: ‘Channing will protect her.’ She awakes. ‘Don’t do that, please.’ ‘Please come on stage, girl.’, one of the escorts says. Marina walks slowly to the stage. ‘Now the male dogs!’, the female escort says. ‘Stan Reads!’ ‘My dog volunteers.’, I shout to her. She seems surprised. ‘Okay, come over here?’. I walk to the stage. ‘And what’s his name?’, the man asks. ‘Channing… Channing Wavehurst.’ ‘Congratulations to the Huskies from Bonegium! Bree Brooke and Channing Wavehurst!’.

   Furce ~ Eloise Walker POV I wake up Lassie. Today is the reaping. Yay. I brush her fur and walk her into the square. Just as the escort, Fluffy McFlufferPants, emerges onto the stage. She has a high tower of pink hair, pink eyes, pink everything. The reaping starts and she begins the long speech about WHY the Husky Games began. She then says ‘Lets get on with the reapings!’ and scuttles over to the male bowl, sinks her hand in and after about three minutes takes out a slip of paper. ‘Tofu Castmean’ she reads. A dog starts barking. ‘I think he wants to volunteer’ A young boy chuckles. His owner leads him to the stage. ‘What’s his name?’ Fluffy asks. ‘Rooney’ the owner replies. ‘Great!’ Fluffy says and gestures for the owner to leave the stage. Then, the female reapings begin. I just HOPE Lassie doesn’t get reaped. I’ve been caught up in my mind too long. The female reaping has been picked and I missed it! I ask the woman beside me who was picked. She replies ‘Lassie’. I hurry up to the stage. Lassie won’t move so I carry her up. Fluffy grasps the leads of both the dogs and announces the names again. Then walks onto the train.

(Thanks to Tiaraaaa)