User blog:Eievie/63 Hunger Games: Inter and Check on Your Tributes

Thanks everone who entered tributes. For my games, 5 will be electricity, 6 will be plastic and petroleum and 9 will be metal mining. This is my first games, but I will try my best.

Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your (their) favor!

If anything is wrong, right down to the adjective describing the way they said something, PLEASE comment! I'll try to fix it! I'm just guessing what they would do! I want them to behave the way you imagine them!

District 1 - 8:30
At 8 thirty the reaping starts in District 1. The people of the district gather in the large, beautiful square. Younger children splash in the fountain and teens wait, eager and tense, ready to blurt out at any second. They want to go compete in the Hunger Games, then get a large, beautiful house and lots of money to live on for the rest of their lives. When it’s time to draw the names, a Capitol escort who gives people the impression of a lemon draw a slip of paper from the girls ball, “Miki Blue”. “I volunteer,” cries a girl, followed by many other “I volunteers”s. The first girl, horrified, clamps her hand over her mouth. In District 1 many kids train their whole lives to volunteer. She didn’t have to volunteer to save her sister; many others would. But she said it first, and the rule clearly state that the first person to say it goes. The girl, Yuri Blue, came up, onto the stage. The lemon draws the boy's name, “Ben Cheen”. A chorus of “I volunteers”s fills the square. The first boy, Joo-Chan Park, climb the steps and shakes hands with Yuri.

District 2 - 9:00
At 9 o’clock the Reaping continues in District 2. The square has stone floor and planters, trying to pass off as a distinct that has stone quarries only. But if you know about the Peacekeepers and you look, you can see that there are more Peacekeepers in the crowd than in any other district. An escort, whose hair is dyed and styled to resemble a cartoon rainbow, steps forward and gives an overenthusiastic, “Happy Hunger Games and my the odds be ever in your favor!!!” Your can see some of the kids in the crowed saying or mouthing the words along with him. He prances over to the girls’ ball and pulls out a slip. “Lavender Snow”. A girl in a beautiful dress walks up and stands there. “Do we have any volunteers?” Several girls begin to speak, but stop mid-word. Something about the way she is staring at the crowd makes everyone falter. “Do we have any volunteers?” the escort says again. No one says anything this time. “Ok them?” The escort is used to volunteers, and doesn’t know how to respond to this. “Killy Fann” This time, the plaza is full of calls. A boy with pale skin and black hair any eyes come up. “What’s your name?” “Xenophilius Vectorae Hectojhapois Chrysantheneman” “I’m sorry, could you repeat that” “Zee-No-FEE-Lee-Us Vect-Ore-Ay Hec-Toe-Ja-Poyz Kris-Anth-En-E-Man.” He says slowly and carefully. As a response to the blank look in the escort’s eyes, he says “Just call me Xeno”

District 3 - 9:30
In District 3, no one is eager. There are no kids, who have trained there whole life to win. Wiress and Beetee, along with two others, sit onstage, providing a little bit of hope. But there are too many people, crying or almost crying. They lost a brother, a sister, a child, a friend to the Games. And it’s about to happen again. The escort seems even dumber among these solemn people. But she has a job to do: “Happy Huger Games and may the odds be ever on your favor!” The crowd grits their teeth, ready to get it over with. “Lucky Dawn.” A pale, redheaded girls stands, comes forward from the roped of 18’s section. She stands on the stage, near her brother in his chair with the other victors. She dips her hand into the boy’s ball and calls out “Digit Starr.” A woman lets out a wail, the kind when you don’t want anyone to hear. Everyone hears. Her husband tries to comfort her, but he is doing his best to not cry in the middle of the plaza. All four of their daughters died in the Games. The escort tries to carry on and finish and quickly as possible. “Do we have any volunteers?” None. The tributes shake hands and are led into the justice building.

District 4 - 10:00
In District 4, the reaping is held on a pier. It’s old. It was once used commercially, but when they built the newer, longer, piers, it was given to the public. This is a career District, and many kids want to volunteer this year. The pier has that excided buzz. The escort is wearing shell jewelry in honor of the occasion. She stands on the makeshift stage and cries, “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in you favor!” She dips her hand into the ball. “Shelly Quahog.” A girl from the 16’s area walks forward with odd, limping steps. From the back, another girl runs forward. “Shelly, no! You can’t go! A girl with a bad foot would be killed! I volunteer!” “Nikki, get back! You’re too young!” Nikki runs forward, onto the stage, trying to present herself as a tribute, not a volunteer. The people onstage seem to accept this, and a Peacekeeper brings Shelly back to the 16’s section. The escort dips her hand into the boy’s ball. “Waves Blue.” From the 15 section, a boy comes. His name is barley drawn before the shouts of “I volunteer” come. The first boy comes forward. “What’s you name?” “Surf Blue.”

District 5 - 10:30
In District 5, the square is nothing special. It’s a typical district square lined with shops. If you look up, you see the merchants’ apartments and if you look even higher to the west, you can see nuclear power plants. On the stage in the square, the escort is wearing a suit with a electric tie, shining off batteries. He wastes no time babbling and promptly draws the girls’ name, “Kedzie Woods.” A small blond girl comes up from the 15’s area. There are anguished sounds coming from a huddle of people who resemble her: A man standing with 3 kids and the baby he is holding. Some teens about Kedzie’s age are standing, to shocked to cry, to do anything. No one volunteers around here, so the escort doesn’t bother to ask. He goes on to the boy tribute. “Talon Faust.” A strong, tall boy with sandy hair comes onto the stage. Oddly, a man resembling him, who must be his father is cheering. The people standing near him shuffle away. When Talon gets onstage, he looks at the baby Kedzie’s father is holding. Again, the escort doesn’t even ask about volunteers. Kedzie and Talon shake hands and are led into the justice building.

District 6 - 11:00
Word in the Capitol is that District’s 6’s reaping is the most boring one. During the re-runs, they watch, trying to decode Talon’s odd behavior then get up, paint their nail, go to the bathroom, or get a snack, then return to the TV for District 7. There square is a normal, shop lined district square. Makeshift stage, handful of victors, overexcited escort and somber crowd. The are two kids drawn- Topaz Cytonn and William Jamesone. No one volunteers. The people of the district are glad it so “boring”. Taking children away for slaughter should not be enjoyable to watch.

District 7 - 11:30
The reaping turns north for District 7. Behind the wooden shops, you can see tall pine trees. Even thought its summer, everyone is wearing long selves. The escort is shivering slightly. It’s sunny, but the air is cold and windy. The escort is smiling so much her face doesn’t look happy, at least by district standers. “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in you favor!” she squeals. She is shaking for so much excitement that the tree in her hairdo appears to be in an earthquake. “Our female tribute is….Tree Summer” A girl with brown hair, skin and eyes climbs the steps. “Do we have any volunteers” says the escort, but she’s not even asking a question. “Rowan Winter.” A pale skinned boy with blue eyes comes forward. At this name, no one looks pained. But the mayor, his face is odd. He’s upset, but doesn’t want to the whole nation to see it.

District 8 - 12:00
It District 8, the reaping continues. The escort, with dark blue hair coved in shiny hairclips, certainly is not going to take shortcuts. She wait’s until the mayor has said everything before she starts the reaping. “Happy Hunger Games and may the odd be ever in you favor!” She doesn’t say it in that way some of the other do, like their so excited they don’t have time to say all the sounds in the words. “First, we draw our female tribute.” She dips her hand into the girls’ ball, stirs up the slips well, and pulls out a name. “Ria Ceti.” A girl with beautiful wavy light blond hair come onto the stage. She sands there and refuses to speak. “Are there any volunteers for Ria?” None. After carefully mixing the reaping ball, she draws a male tribute – Colby Button. An average looking guy from the 17’s section come up and sand beside Ria. Many people are upset – he is clearly well liked. But he stands firm on the stage and shakes Ria’s hand. She doesn’t shake back.

District 9 - 12:30
“District 9, just like 12, but it comes first.” That Capitol saying doesn’t describe the districts, but it dose describe their squares. The shops framing the square are worn. The people in the crowed, waiting for the reaping are beaten down from mining. Some are missing limbs form accidents down there. The shops have beautiful things in the windows, which is the square’s highlight. An escort dresses in a neon blue tuxedo quivers on the stage. He babbles about the Games, and what an honor in is to be here, and how may the odds be ever in their favor. “Guys, how come we never get to go first? Well, today were going guys first. Our first tribute is… Vector LaGuardia!” A tan blond boy comes up. He’s 18, tall and large. The escort doesn’t bother to ask for volunteers. He goes on the next tribute. “Nike O'Hare!” A girl with black hair and dark skin comes forward. She’s only 16 and of medium build. Vector looks surprised but pleased; Nike is scared and determined. They curtly shake hand, turn their back on each other, and walk into the Justice building. The feud is only beginning.

District 10 - 1:00
In District 10 the sky is wide and blue. Below it people stand together, clenching the circulation out of their hands, hopeing, praying that the children they care about stay inside there glass ball. The escort, sporting cowboy boots and a cow patterned top, stares and the crowed and wishes that they got to be the escort for 1, 2 or 4. But the escort has a job to do so they give a pep speech about what an honor it is, then they draw the girl’s name, “Rosemary Barnes.” The mayor’s face twists with pain as a girl that resembles him climbs the steps. The escort looks around, unsure if they should as for volunteers. It the end, they skip it. The escort dose a few, dance-like steps to show off the boots, and goes on to the male tribute – Steak Juice. A tough looking boy bearing a calm face joins Rosy on the make-shift stage.

District 11 - 1:30
The stage is set up in front of the justice building, with its dome. The mayor, the victors, the escort and the crowed. The mayor gives a speech, the escort talks about the honor, and squeals, “Happy Hunger Games and may the odd be ever in you favor!” so shrilly that a baby in the crowd starts to cry. He prances over to the glass balls, and draws the girls name with a flamboyant, “Ladies first! Our female tribute for the 63erd Hunger Games is Reed Bliss!” From the 12’s section, a girl comes forward. She is only 12, and very small for her age. Her gray-green eyes are wide with shock and fear, but she tries to keep her face calm. From the 15’s, another girl lets out a strangled noise. She run forward calling “I volunteer, I volunteer!” Behind her Reed is calling out, too. A man comes forward. They are obviously family, with their light brown hair, gray-green eyes and small build. The escort looks around, unsure. “Who is tribute?” he asks. The man is trapped. He must send one of his daughters. The minutes stretch on. Finally, with a shaking finger, he points to the younger girl. “Reed with go. Dawn is needed on the farm.” His face is broken. Peacekeepers escort Dawn and her father back to their places. The small girl climbs onto the stage. The escort is quite pleased with the action, draws the male tribute-Hoe Gibben. A small boy, also 12, joins Reed on the stage. Hoe is terrified and crying despite his attempts to stop. “Do we have any volunteers?” A tall boy in the 17’s area calls out “I volunteer.” He steps forward, and Hoe runs back to the 12’s, whispering “Thank you” as he passed the volunteer. “What’s you name?” piped the escort. “Grain Follows.”

District 12 - 2:00
In the small, coal dust covered square, the reaping ends. The same old two faces, Mayor Undersee, and Haymich Abernathy. There is the escort, Effie Trinket. This is her second years, so she is not brand new, but she is a new face. She is wearing a bright wig and an ever brighter expression. “Happy Hunger Games and my the odds be ever in your favor!” “Ladies first! Our new female tribute is Rhea Dust!” A girl come up from the 15’s section. Effie doesn’t ask for volunteers. Instead she goes on to the boys. She mixes up the slips and draws a name. “Kohl Cyphers!” Another 15 year old come onto the stage. Down below, his parents and are in shock. Their daughter died in the Games years ago, and now their son is headed for the arena. Kohl and Rhea shake hands and are led into the Justice building.

District 1
Yuri is wearing a white dress with sequins and beads, platinum and diamond jewelry and silk slippers. Her token, a pin with blue diamonds and pearls that looks like a diamond, is pined to her gown. She has light blue hair and blue Asian eyes. Joo-Chan is wearing a tuxedo with a black shirt. His tie is black, but the material is so shinny it looks like it’s made out of a mirror. He has black curly hair and dark brown Korean eyes. The horse in front of Yuri is pure black and the one in front of Joo-Chan is pure white. They look like a 4 squares on a chess board and all together drop dead gorgeous.

District 2
The stone chariot rolls out onto the street, pulled by two very strong grey horses. Lavender and Xeno are dressed as stone statues. Their skin and hair are carefully painted to look like marble. Their clothes also suggest stone. They each stand very still, but quickly become uncomfortable. They itch and can’t scratch. They try their best to look like stone.

District 3
District 3’s high tech carriage rolls onto the street. No horses pulling-it run on electricity. The whole thing is made of chrome. Lucky and Digit are dressed in simple pants and shirt. Their clothing appears to be chrome as well. The clothing is covered with hundreds of wires. Tiny colored lights-some on, some off, some blinking, give of a special flickering effect, that is very eye-catching

District 4
District 4’ chariot is build to resemble half of a huge shell. The inside is full of warm water and is pulled by beautiful palominos. Surf is dressed as a fisherman and is casting his line out over the crowed. Nikki is wearing in a very simple dress. It has short sleeves and falls to her knees. The pattern is just two pieces sew together, but it’s the fabric that’s the statement. It looks like sea-water. Turquoise water with sand and seaweed. The pattern is constantly moving and churning like the ocean. Far away in District 8, people exchange looks What is that fabric?

District 5
Talon and Kedzie ride out in a well lit chariot. In the very back is 2 poles and a few wires. The tributes are each cranking a handle, generating electricity. The generator is conected to a large light bulb. The light is swaying, depending on how fast they crank the handle. It’s not a costume, but it is an interesting, and as night falls, they are still there, better than ever, as the other chariots grow dim.

District 6
{C}Topaz and William ride out on a plastic chariot. It runs on gas, so there are no horses. The tributes are dressed as oil wells. The costumes are eclectic, as long as they keep pushing as the petals under their feet, the costume is still powered. They’re not glamorous, but they certainly are interesting.

District 7
The chariot is made of logs, with the bark still on. It’s pulled by two draft horses. Rowan is dressed as a pine tree and Tree as a lumberjack. She’s chopping Rowans’ feet with a foam axe. When they are heading back to the training center, Rowan falls out. Rowan was standing on a stump the whole time for height, and now, he pretended that Tree and chopped him down. He’s laughing as some people help him into the chariot again. He’s giving off the impression of one of those people that is always happy and cheerful and friendly. They laugh a lot and put people around them is a good mood. Tree helps pull Rowan back into the chariot, trying to get some attention. But inside she’s furious. Her evil half brother’s deceiving tricks have already begun.

District 8
Two bay (Brown body, black mane and tail) horses pull District 8’s chariot onto the street. The horses wear patchwork blankets and the back of the chariot is a quilt hanging from a clothesline. Only one tribute is there. Colby Button stands alone, proudly sporting his costume, but Ria Ceti is nowhere to be seen. The crowed mutters in confusion. Some look the chariot up and down, waiting her to make some flashy appearance. She never dose. This gives the tributes an odd mystery, and sponsors come raining in for both of them.

District 9
A tin chariot rolls out, pulled by two copper colored horses. Vector and Nike’s outfits are nearly identical to Joo-Chan and Yuri’s. Nike is dressed in a golden dress of the same design as Yuri’s. Vector is wearing a silver tuxedo that bears an uncanny resemblance to Joo-Chan’s. District 1’s styles glare at 9’s. Still, Nike and Vector hold their heads high and look out over the crowds.

District 10
{C}District 10’s chariot rolls into the crowd. Two large oxen pull it along. Steak Juice is dressed as a brown bull. He’s acting as if he will charge at any moment. Rosemary Barnes is wearing a goat costume. She is jumping around and acting skittish. The chariot is virtually a paddock on wheels, with grass growing and a water trough.

District 11
{C}Draft horses pull District 11’s chariot, witch seams to be a plot of land. Reed and Grain are each dressed according to their first name. Reed is dressed as a few river reeds and Grain is dressed as a patch of wheat and barley. The crowed is laughing and nodding.

District 12
Rhea and Khol are dressed as miners. Snooze. The chariot looks like it is made of coal and the horses are black. A few people watching notice that the tributes are wearing thin gloves that block heat. They are each holding a ceramic dish that holds a few live coals. This is a nice touch, but no one can really see it.

Training Scores
{C}Joo-Chan Park-10

Yuri Blue-8

Xenophilius Vectorae Hectojhapois Chrysantheneman-9

Lavender Snow-9

Digit Starr-5

Lucky Dawn-7

Surf Blue-9

Nikki Quahog-9

Talon Faust-10

Kedzie Woods-8

William Jamesone-11

Topaz Cytonn-7

Rowan Winter-3

Tree Summer-8

Colby Button-7

Ria Ceti-6

Vector LaGuardia-10

Nike O'Hare-7

Steak Juice-6

Rosemary Barnes-6

Grain Follows-7

Reed Bliss-4

Kohl Cyphers-8

Rhea Dust-6

Interviews
Caesar Flickerman has his regular midnight blue suit dotted with a thousand tiny electric bulbs, and pure white makeup. His eyelids, lips and hair are bright, highlighter yellow.

Tributes
Joo-Chan Park presents himself as quick.

Yuri Blue presents herself as sweet.

Xenophilius Vectorae Hectojhapois Chrysantheneman presents himself as funny.

Lavender Snow presents herself as dangerous.

Digit Starr presents himself as clever.

Lucky Dawn presents herself as cocky.

Surf Blue presents himself as humble.

Nikki Quahog presents herself as clever

Talon Faust presents himself as strong and firm.

Kedzie Woods presents herself as friendly and likable.

William Jamesone presents himself mysterious.

Topaz Cytonn,shy and stuttering, is trying to get the interview over and doesn’t present herself as anything.

Rowan Winter presents himself as cheerfully and keeps laughing, working up the angle he began during the chariot rides.

Tree Summer presents herself as charming and friendly.

Colby Button presents himself generally a nice guy.

Ria Ceti don’t really do an angle, and talks about how she wasn’t at the opening ceremonies because she was fighting with her prep-team.

Vector LaGuardia presents himself as deadly.

Nike O'Hare presents herself as witty.

Steak Juice and Caesar Flickerman spend the whole time joking about how juicy steak is much better than dry steak.

Rosemary Barnes presents herself as week.

Grain Follows is stubborn and gives simple answers that don’t really answer the questions.

Reed Bliss presents herself smart and cautious beyond her years.

Kohl Cyphers presents himself friendly and funny/comical.

Rhea Dust presents herself as mysterious.

Sponsoring
This is what I’m calling an open Games. By that I mean that I haven’t pre-decided the victor. I’m going to let the sponsoring sway the outcome of the Games.

Each tribute gets $70,000 for the whole Games. Prices go up $35 per day. Once the bloodbath is over and the cannons have fired, sponsoring can begin. If they die, the money cannot be used to sponsor another tribute. Once in the arena, the objects can be shared.

Enough food to feel slightly full costs $15,000

A pint of clean water costs $10,000

Specific metical help of 1 injury or sickness costs $40,000

Specific weapon $45,000-$70,000 (Prices very)

Almost anything can be sent, but be reasonable. You can send other stuff, these are just cost guidelines. Also, I will be screening them mentor-style. I will only withhold stuff to help them.

Crazy stuff, or things that cost more money then the tribute has, will not be delivered.

Arena
Grassy dunes/hills and fields with meandering streams. A few trees with long, smooth-barked, curved branches without a lot of leaves. Mostly just grass, some bushes. Root plants, like potatoes, carrots, katnisses, cat-tails, and yams are pretty commen. Most of the food is by the streams. TIt’s mostly cloudy, or partly cloudy. Windy, especially at night. Drizzly. Well, that’s the natural geography and weather. There are Gamemaker twits, too.

Clothing
Kaki style pants. Soft but strong belt made from cord. Light green t-shirt. Sturdy shoes. Fleece lined (the kind made of plastic, not sheep fur) cream colored windbreaker. Warm, thick socks.