User blog:DrewlovesKuinn/The 104th Hunger Games

Introduction
Hey guys, I'm now hosting my 2nd (wow, already) hunger games, due to the amazing sucess of my last games, most of the rules will be simmilar, although do not post the same tribute again. Thanks everyone.

The 104th Hunger Games
Aurora Wilde won last years games and is still upset about losing Sam, Panem is still in chaos and mayhem, without any government or rulers, the world has gone crazy. All the districts pray for this to be the last games, but it won't

First things First

 * In the games there may be some mature language, well, what would you say if some crazy person was chasing you with an axe, if anyone has a problem with that please tell me
 * Please do not use the comments as ADS, it is very annoying and deducts from the whole purpose of the games, I had no ads for my last games and in 4 days i had nearly 300 comments, so suck it up.
 * If something happens to your tribute in the arena, e.g. die, please don't get angry at me, 23 people have to and one lives, chances are it might not be you
 * If you wish to break off an alliance on any further things about your tribute. PLEASE make it a new comment, it is very annoying when it says i've got a new comment and i have to look through 5 pages of comments to find it
 * If you did not get into these games, because you were too lazy and joined like yesterday, I am sorry and you may join my next games
 * The games will not be written the same way as the reapings, but rather only people who have a major part in the games, however everyone does speak once.
 * If you are submitting a stylist, also submit the interview designs and not just the Chariot.

Arena
The Arena will be posted half way through the reapings, it is a very unique design that will not be expected at all...

ARENA IS UP

It is a abandoned city, with 4 different sections, each with supplies and mutts to be discovered

Section 1 (Cornucopia)
The Cornucopia is in the centre of the city in front of the town hall, the mouth is under the statue, the further you go in, the darker it gets, so for people hiding here, a torch will be needed.

PART A: The Mouth of The Cornucopia

PART B: Deep inside the Cornucopia

PART C: Town Hall

Section 2 (Residential)
Pretty self explanatory, houses. Each has different supplies and hidden suprises, there is three houses for the tributes to hide in.

PART A: Number 3, A small bungalow, minimal supplies but minimal hiding places.

PART B: Number 7, Medium Townhouse, medium supplies and meduim hiding places

PART C: Number 9. Large Manision, Lots of supplies, but huge risks of Mutt Attacks and death

Section 3 (Commerical)
The shops of the city, where you can find food, shelter, weapons and a whole load of mutts

PART A: Supermarket, you can find food and small weapons like knives here. Not much else

PART B: Hardware Store, Weapons such as nail guns, large knives and bows, lots of space to stay.

PART C: Primary School, no weapons, except technical saws and such, lots of cafeteria food and shelter

Section 4 (Park)
A large park, full of woodland life and mutts, food if you can find it, certain death if you cannot.

PART A: The woods, trees to shelter in and food to hunt

PART B: Pond, water that is drinkable and some food

PART C: Petting Zoo, Food to eat and lots of shelter and hiding places

Gifts
This is one of the few things that will be different, because I found a great difficulty with the money method, this method will be slightly different, each tribute starts with 3 gifts avaliable, small victories e.g. favourite at chariots or killing someone, gets you another gift. Each thing counts as one gift, and they are not replenished, so use them wisely

Terms
1 Kill - 1 gift

Favourite at Chariots - 3 gifts each

2nd Favourite at Chariots - 2 gifts each

3rd Favourite at Chariots - 1 gift each

Favourite at Interviews - 3 gifts

2nd Favourite at Interviews - 2 gifts

3rd Favourite at Interviews - 1 gift

NerdDFTBA, as the winner of my previous games, has the power to give a tribute an additional 5 gifts, i doesn't even have to be their tribute.

Food
Bread

Apples (x5)

Beef/Pork/Lamb

Nuts (x3 packs)

Pizza

Hamburger

Full Meal (lasts up to 2 days)

McDonalds (Hamburger/Chicken Nuggets/Fish fingers, Cola/Fanta/Apple Juice and Fries)

Water (bottle)

Weapons
Sword

Knife

Throwing Knives (x12)

Mace

Axe

Throwing Axes (x6)

Slingshot

Bow

Arrows Refill (x20)

Bow and Arrows (x20)

Trident

Rocks (x10)

Blowgun and darts (x10)

Darts refill

Survival
Small Rucksack (2-4 items)

Medium Rucksack (4-6 items)

Large Rucksack (6-8 items)

Tent (Small-1 person, Medium-2 people, Large-3 or more)

Encylopedia of Poisionus and Non-Poisionus Plants

Torch

Blanket

Sleeping Bag

Iodine

Gloves

Map of Arena

Canteen (x2, full)

Medicine
Burn Cream

Magiheal

Bandages

Painkillers

Cough Medicine

Poision Antidote

Band Aids (x10)

Fever Pills

Alliance 1 (Careers)
Confirmed Members: Garnet DeMoir (1), Cassie Mortimer (1), Summer Harris (2), Harry Waters (2), Alexander Earhart (4), Hylen Janerose (4)

Aplicants: Henlifei Foxeye (3), Ares West (7), Katelynn Huxley (12)

Alliance 2
Confirmed Members: Debbie Lou (3), Jason Green (5) and Jackie-Dana Gerling (8)

Alliance 3
Confirmed Members: Katrina Piper (5), Ellie Bree (9)

Alliance 4
Confirmed Members: Oliviara Jao (10), Apollo Mays, (6) Constance Bowerbloome (6), Brielle Jones (7)

Alliance 5
Confirmed Members: Lauren Hill (11), Cody Columbus (12)

Tributes
So post your tributes like this,

Name

Age

District

Weapon

Strength

Weakness

Appearance

Height

Bloodbath Plan

Interview Angle

Mentors
I'm aware they didn't have a huge part in my last games, but they will in this one. I think

Gamemakers
These people will have a part in these games unlike my last ones

Garnet's POV
I hate District 1, yeah, we put up a charade, oh yeah, its lovely here, we all sleep in and get fed lots and don't work or deal with problems. Well guess what, we do. Its shit. And we still have to get up and go to the reaping, where two of us will find out that we are dead meat. I mean, why the fuck do people voulenteer, wanting to get a knife in their throat or decapitated, and thats just what happened last year. And to top it all off, we have to listen to a speil from the escorts from the Capital Escorts, they are so ridiculous, wigs of all colours and everything, and my parents support it. But of course, if we don't go, we are killed anyway, so I get up and go. Down to the square, did I mention I hate Capital Escorts. When I get there I look up at the ridicoulous being and almost vomit. She's painted pink, its horrid. She walks over to the ball marked girls and pulls one out.

"Cassie Mortimer!" she announces gleefully, with so much enthusiasim that it makes my head feel like exploding. A little girl, who can't be more than 13 walks onto the stage, she compliments Cassia's outfit and then stands in the corner. I wonder if someone will voulenteer. Then the rep calls my name. Everything crashes down like a tonne of coal being dropped on me. My bottom lip quivers as I walk onto the stage and stand with Cassie. She looks at me, as if evaluating me.

Cassie's POV
Being young and beautiful has its perks, such as getting out of chores, getting special treatment in school. But most of all, getting longer to sleep, that isn't including today of course. Reaping Day, we all have to be up and out at the square for, what, 9 o clock in the morning. When my Mum is hauling me out of bed, all I can think of is, what if its me. My mum reassures me that it won't. My name is in there twice, and if worst comes to worst, I do get picked, someone will voulenteer, well, at least I hope so. The white uniforms of the peacekeepers annoy me, they are so filthy, how can those men/women walk around in clothes that aren't capital colture approved! I take the long walk to the square by myself, The smell of gold and silver metals makes me feel calm, safe. Which is hard considering that if I'm picked I will be fighting to the death. When I reach the square I quietly take my place in the crowd, only two times Cassie, only two.

"Cassie Mortimer." Shit, oh well. Maybe someone will voulenteer, but nothing, just silence. I put on a brave face and walk onto the stage. I tell Cassia that her outfit is lovely and stand on the stage, with my head down.

Harry's POV
I hate the rain, it smells weird and it has a magical power that makes you not able to open your eyes fully when it is bucketing down, now add the fact that it is reaping day and blam, worst day ever. The start of my day doesn't improve my mood at all, how would you feel after being woken up at 6 a.m. to do training, although I'm pretty decent at it. I literally throw myslef down the stairs into the gym hall. I see Aduacia, Troy and Erra standing around a dummy, each with their arms folded. What is it, god. Don't need to look at me like that. Suddenly Troy throws a knife. It speeds past my head, I feel it graze my cheek and I yell in pain, I clutch the wound as the blood begins to trickle out, my mouth fills with the metallic taste of my own blood, then the knife slams straight into a dummies head, inches behind me. He smirks at me and I grab a sword. Troy jumps back.

"Woah Man, no need to go there!" he yelps, too late, I slash my sword at him, it scrapes across his chest. He falls backwards as the blood begins to soak his jacket. Shit, didn't mean to do that much damage

"What the fucking hell is going on in here." yells our coach, I feel the grimace flash acoss my face, I wince as the coach sees Troy. "Which of you fucking bastards did this!" He grabs me and shoves me against a wall. "Was it you, you fucking pussy, you, you kill this little bitch!" I look at Audacia and Erra, they are both stunned in shock. "Get the fucking hell out of my gym." screams the coach. Jesus, don't have to tell me twice. I grab my backpack and sprint the fucking hell out of the gymnasium. I manage to get out onto the street before the tears begin rolling down my cheeks, Troy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I walk to the square and stand in the crowd. TBA Need Escort to continue

Summer's POV
The warmth of my bed beckons me back in as I throw the duvet backwards, my feet touch the cold floor and a shiver runs through me, I hate mornings. The familiar smell of baking bread and the sound of hustle and bustle brings me to my senses, snapping me awake. Quickly, I find some suitable clothes to wear for the reaping today, unlike most others, I don't want to be picked. I open the drawer of my white dresser and see all my clothes. Delicatly, I take out a light pink woolen jumper, one of my favourite jumpers, its fammilar feel and warmth calms me down as I step into a skirt. I finish getting dressed and leave my bedroom into the bakery, the bustle makes me feel happier. My best friend Kayla walks into the Bakery, her presence calms me from the impending reaping. All I keep thinking of is me being picked, then beiing killed. I shake these thoughts from my head and greet Kayla with a beaming smile.

"Hey Kayla." I say. "What's up." She shakes her head, but then she tells me that she's terrified of the reaping, I run round the counter and give her a hug. I tell her not to worry and she lifts her head out of my shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks, I take off my apron and hang it on a hook, then I come back and take Kayla by the arm, out onto the street. The horrible sight of rain greets us, just great, my hair starts to feel damp as we run across the cobbles onto the other side of the road, which is filled with the same ugly, gray buildings. I walk her to the square where we both stand together. TBA, I need the Escort to continue.

Henlifei's POV
District 3, Its stupid and it sucks. Plain, simple and stinking of fumes. Luckily I son't have to work in the factory when I'm older because my family has ties with the captiol. Oh well, but I still live with the scum of District 3, we all lterally live in a shithole, people crap in the streets and most of us can't afford to feed ourselves, so most of the kids have to take terasae, but not me. No, I have rich parents and I don't have any need to take it, so I don't. However, everyone is always out of their tiny fucking minds and this time of the year, mostly about the Reapings, since we have only had 2 victors, Beetee, who was a traitor to the Rebels and was spared, his granddaughter died in the games last year. And Wiress, a metal old women who got herself killed in a quell. So i always practice making Electrical Traps, and Archery, just in case it was my unlucky year. And today, it just might be, because Its the day of the reaping, I was gettibg dressed up ready to watch 2 kids get sent to their near certain deaths, like I said, I've never had to sign up for Tesserae, as my family was Wealthy for district 3, Ladies first as always. It was Debbie Lou, a 12 year old girl. I heard sobbing as she walked up, not from her though. So young, I felt terrible for her, life over before it even git started, its a whole load of shit, but i got over it in a instant, Because i knew would be trying to kill her, when i heard the 2 words i will forever curse, Henlifei Foxeye, i knew then what i was in for. Certain Death, killing, and then being killed...

Debbie's POV
The Factory stinks, like ciggarete fumes and 20 day old cheese. But we are shoved in there without anything except goggles. Its shite. So I basically live in this factory, My parents own the place, so my bedroom is at the top of the factory. So I live here, you can practically smell the fumes off me. Its disgusting, and its a real turn-off when trying to make friends, shame. I walk along the ground and all the workers look at me, they are jealous of my good clothes, and probably the fact that I get to leave the shithole. I get outside, just to find its fucking worse, its raining, I'm soaked in seconds. I decide to just get going, unless I want to drown in rain water. I get there quite quickly. The escort Diana walks onto the stage, she totters over to the ball marked girls and picks one.

"Debbie Lou!" she yells. Oh, this can't be happening, this can't be happening. I sink to my knees, shit, shit. No, why does it have to be me.

Alexander's POV
I love district 4, just not on days like this. The rain is bucketing down, no one can do anything except sit and do nothing, its shit. Right now you can literally see the rain bouncing off the street and pavements, and because its the reaping, we have to go out and stand around in a shitty square for a few hours, oh well. I lightly ruffle my hair and then set out, I don't know why I ruffled my hair, considering the fact that its raining. I walk to te square, I heave my hood over my hair, I see Aqua, I've never told her this, but I'm totally into her, she's actually so hot, all the boys drool over her, but I see deeper than that, she actually is a person, not a slab of meat. Next thing I know, I'm in the crowd in front of the square. The Escort Joanna walks on. She's wearing... oh she isn't.... She's wearing a fish.

"Hey Everyone, the female tribute is Hylen Janerose." she sings. Oh well, don't know anyone called that so, oh well. "And the boy is Alexander Earhart." Who's that, oh shit. Its me. Oh crap, oh crap. I look around, someone should voulenteer, oh god. No, please, someone voulenteer. Nothing, just silence. And I know why. Derek and Zara, their deaths were not nice, and they voulenteered. Shit.

Hylen's POV
I hate reapings, its just so horrible, 24 kids sent to their deaths every year. Yeah, it keeps population under control and keeps us scared to stand up for ourselves, but seriously, there is other ways to go about it instead of killing us all off. Its just so fucking horrible, we have to die for something our, what, great-grandparents did. Then you stand there while they tell you that two of your friends are going to die. Talk about scare tactics. So I'm standing in the square for about half an hour, doing nothing. Suddenly, our escort jumps onto the stage, her name is Joanna, is she is fucking insane. She is wearing... a fish. What the hell.

"Hey Everyone, the female tribute is Hylen Janerose." W-what. Everything shuts down, I feel numb. C'mon. Some bitch will voulenteer, we always have voulenteers. But no, nothing. I walk onto the stage, and my eyes begin to water, no. No, Hylen, no tears. But its no use. The tears start streaming from my eyes.

Jason's POV
Everyone hates reapings, except me. I love watching two little kids get shipped off to their deaths. It makes me feel so... superior. I get to stay here while they get viciously killed on T.V. I love it. So I'm not afraid when its reaping day, I walk to the square with Adam, my 12 year old brother, I can't wait to see what puny kids get killed this year. We walk to the square and stand in the crowd, waiting for the escort. Who doesn't show up for at least an hour. Suddenly she bursts onto the stage

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen of District 5." she yells. I look up at her, hundereds of kids have been sent to their deaths on that stage, and now they need to add me to the list. I'm a dead man walking, since she said my name.

Katrina's POV
I walk through the market with Lorza, I look around and all I can see it rotten fruit and market stalls, we talk about last years tributes. The Garcia kids, their family is in turmoil, only one of the kids is at reaping age, and now they have no extra terassea. It pains me to see them, lying on the street, begging for money that none of us can spare. And what the peacekeepers do to them is fucking sick. Whipping the little ones, and the other day, they shot the mum through the head for stealing from a stall. Right here, the stained blood is still on the wall. She was killed in front of her kids, could you imagine, watching your mother's brains being blown out it front of your eyes. We walk past the blood pool and I feel nausous. We quickly walk to the square. Where we hold hands, hoping and praying not to be picked. Then the escort Natasha runs on.

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen of District 5." C'mon, announce it already so I can get out of here. But I wish she never announced it. "Katrina Piper!" the two words that were my begining and my end...

Apollo's POV
"This can't be happening, this can't be fucking happening." I mumble. I look up, the rep, Nessie Locket, she has her hand outstreched for me to get up. I'm on my knees. Shaking my head, where did it go wrong. I've never taken terassae, ever. I walk onto the stage. Nessie takes my hand. My shaking hand connects with her warm ones and I pull myself onto the stage, everything seems so nightmarish. Buildings are spinning around me and I can't see straight. I look at Nessie.

"God, you don't look well." she exlaims, everything seems woozy. My vision goes blurry, this can't be happening. The darkness hits me like a tidal wave and I feel my body hit the floor.

Constance's POV
I hate District 6, you need to be good with mechanics and practical stuff like that, but no, I'm absolutly shite at things like that, no, I'm good at english and words and writing, world class really. But those talents aren't needed here, and when I told my parents that was what I wanted to be, they threw me out. Disowned me, pretend I don't exsist. Its horrible, but I made my way, it was hard, taking lots of terassea, watching other homless kids be killed in front of my eyes. But I've never been reaped, which is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. And most times its one of the homless kids because they have to take lots of terassea, but luckily. This year is my last, I will never have to deal with reapings again. I begin to walk to the square, all the little homless kids following, and most heartwrenching is little Liz, 12 years old, never knew her parents because they were killed when she was a baby, it is her first reaping, and she is taking 12 terassea. Its horrible to think that people could kill her in an instant. Soon we reach the square and our rep Nessie Locket is on the stage.

"-Female tribute this year is... Elizabeth Rouge." Oh no, little Liz has been picked, I can't watch her die, so I stick up my hand and yell.

"I voulenteer."

Ares's POV
I think the reapings are a terrible creation. I mean, what guy in their right mind would kill 23 children for fun. Its sick. Even after Snow was killed they were still going strong, and the quells were change to every 5 years, instead of 25 years. Its shite, I walk to the square, District 7 has kind of gone downhill since Johanna's suicide, after Sam died last year. He came in second and was so close to coming home, but no, he was the last to be killed, her first born. She became mentally unstable, and then when Aurora, the only other female victor, told her about everything that happened in the games, that the camera's didn't show, she went nuts, she stabbed Aurora in the arm and then stabbed herself in the heart. Now Aurora is even more mentally unhinged because she needs to be the mentor this year. I make it to the square just as our escort runs on. TBA need escort to continue.

Brielle's POV
"Get up!" yells my mother. She throws back the duvet and I fall out of my bed. I stand up and look at her. I'm around the same height as her so she doesn't have and leverage over me in that sense. Her face is red and angry, and I have no idea why. She rears back her hand and brings it flying towards my face. I grab her wrist and jerk it back, a sickening crunch fills the air. Shit, didn't mean to do that much damage. She looks deranged, and its obvious that if I wasn't her daughter, I'd be dead meat. She leaves the room, her hand limp. I quickly throw on some clothes and run out of the house, crap. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that, we don't have the medication or technology to make something to help her wrist. The only way I could is if... no there has to be another way... no there isn't... the games. I have to win the games, and speak of the devil, I'm at the square, I hadn't even realised because I was so immeresed in my thoughts. TBA need escort to continue

Sebastian's POV
I feel the cold, icy texture of snow hit my face. Shit, snow, in march, you have got to be kidding me, as if our lives needed any more hardships, I get builled at school all the time about my sexuality. It sucks, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about suicide, but no. I'm way to smart and enjoy my life so much to do that. No my sister needs me, after my cousin Luna died last year. I don't beleive she isn't here anymore, its so crazy. I throw my hood over my head and I begin to walk to the square. Alice is too young for the reaping so she dosen't have to come to the square. Thank god, I walk to the square and end up in the crowd in front of the square. TBA

Jackie-Dana's POV
"Jackie-Dana Gerling." Calls the escort, oh shit. Oh crap. This can't be happening. It can't be happening. My knees feel weak and I drop to the floor, I feel the hot tears fly from my eyes. Oh god, I carelessly flick away the tears, I somehow manage to get up on both feet, everyone is looking at me, finally people notice me, and its only because I'm being sent to my death, how fucking ironic. Oh well, I see the escorts outstreched hand swim before my eyes. No Jackie, get a grip. Do not let them see you cry. Too late. Jackie-Dana Gerling, you are officialy damaged beyond repair.

Lauren's POV
In that tree again, seriously, does Rye have anywhere else to go. I look up, she doesn't see me. Really, she is so stupid, I grab an apple and throw it at her. She yells and falls backwards. Ha, she slams into the ground and I run over to her and smile. I begin to laugh and then I help her up. She gets mad at me and starts yelling. I calm her down by giving her a hug, she hugs back and she knows why I hugged her, its reaping. Both our names are in multiple times, we have big families and were both the eldest. I put an arm round her and we walk slowly to the square, we don't say a word to each other. I'm to busy thinking about all my siblings, all 6, depending on me. We reach the square pretty qucikly and we take our places, I have one arm roun her and so does she.

"Hello boys and girls!" yells Gello, our rep. Flashing his pearly whites. He walks over to the ball marked girls and I hold Rye's hand, 5000 girls, my names in there 6 times, 6 times.

"Lauren Hill." I look at Rye, her eyes begin to water, I've been picked, me, of all people. I walk onto the stage, crying. I can't do this, I can't kill.