User blog:Katelyn.danita/The 100th Hunger Games

The 100th Hunger Games
Yess. I already did the 157th. But then, they began a rebellion. Hard to make Games past that. xD

This time I will have no mercy......

All but one tribute will die. >:D Hehehe!

Also, we will have Chariots and Training POVs this time.

All tributes begin with 2 gifts from mentors.

Extra gifts are given in contests and kills.

Sooo.... Stylists. Gamemakers. Escorts. 'MENTORS: MUST HAVE BEEN A PREVIOUS VICTOR! Pretty much decide the tributes' strategy to SURVIVE in these Games!'

''Also~ I did change the name of The Twilight Saga Games to The ugly Barnacle to get it deleted. I didn't wanna do them, it was too much for the Hunger Games.xD''

' NOBODY UNDER 12 IS EVER ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE IN MY GAMES! '

Updates

 * NO tribute spaces open.
 * Few mentor spaces are open.
 * Some sylists are open.
 * One Gamemaker spot is open.
 * ALL escorts are closed!
 * These games will not be randomized for scores [ The Gamemakers  base them on your training in front of the Gamemakers alone.]
 * We will include reapings, tour, chariots, training, and then the fabulous games.(:
 * There will be a twist. SURPRISE! read D1 Reapings to see.(:
 * The Gamemakers Blog has been created. Read all of it please. http://thehungergames.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Katelyn.danita/The_100th_Hunger_Games_Gamemakers_Only

Tributes
Please include the following.

District/ Gender:

Name:

Age:

Volunteered or reaped:

Skills:

Weaknesses:

Weapon of choice:

You may submit up to 2 tributes only.

Stylists
District/Gender:

Name:

Age:

Female Interview:

Female Chariot:

Male Interview:

Male Chariot:

~*~The Stylist with the best Chariot will allow the tribute from that district a free gift. You may not be a Stylist for your own tribute's district.~*~

You may submit 2 stylists only.

Gamemakers:
Gender:

Name:

Age:

One idea:

You may submit 1 Gamemaker only.

Escorts
Name:

Age:

Appearance:

You may submit 3 escorts only.

Mentors
District/ Gender:

Name:

Age:

Games you won (title and username of creator):

Advice for tributes:

~*~You MUST have won a Games to apply. I will be checking to see who the victor is of those games.~*~

Escorts
http://thehungergames.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Katelyn.danita/The_100th_Hunger_Games_Gamemakers_Only

All Gamemakers report to this page.

Aria Camelliston :
Jasper Pevensie stood at the stage again this year. I was 17 now, and eager to volunteer. I was wearing my white, flower-laced dress with a bit of a low-cut v-neck that came to the top of my knees. I wore a long, silver heart necklace my mother game me on my thriteenth birthday, white ballet flats, my hair was curled, and I wore pink lipstick. I watched his white lips part as he began to speak.

"Hello, District 1, and welcome to the 100th Hunger Games Reapings!" He smiles, and the crowd goes wild.

"We will first begin with the female tribute." He says, and pulls a name from the jar.

"Taylor Mason-" He begins, and I am the first to shout out.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I cry and rush up as all the others start volunteering.

He chuckles. Standard reaction.

"We have our female tribute, ladies and gentlemen! What is your name, dear?" He smiles brightly. I stand next to him and smile just a radiantly as him.

"My name is Aria Camelliston." I say. The crowd cheers.

"Aria Camelliston.." he murmurs, "Oh! Yes, of course. You were reaped for the 95th Hunger Games!" He cries.

"I was only 12." I whisper, a shiver going through me. I had been horrified at so young.

"Well we're glad to have you now!" He says.

"And before I start for the boys... I would like to announce the twist in this year's games by President Snow." We all stop and stare at him. ''Twist? ''

"All male tributes will be given an anonymous female tribute to court to the Capitol's Century Games Masked Ball. All females will be masked. It is the first, but they will attend and mingle amongst possible sponsors and gamemakers to earn likeability or sponsorship. The tribute will reveal only to Gamemakers and sponsors their name and district. The tributes will be hoped to explore one another's personality without a definite knowing of the tribute's name. They will have to figure out in the games themself.

Everyone grows quiet.

"Now for the boy." He says, and pulls a name from the bowl.

Some twist. I plan to stay concealed to myself. Nobody will figure me out. I may mingle with a couple Careers, but only to discuss them. When they ask about me, I will simply leave and leave them wondering who I am.

"Aiden Camelliston!" He cries.

I don't even notice at first. I'm thinking about the ball.

But then..

Wait. Oh my god... not my brother. No. No..

Why isn't anyone volunteering! His eyes widen in fear. He begins to walk towards the stage.

I see a boy in the front row watching the horror on my face. He seems to be sad with me. He looks as if he's deep in thought.

I choke back tears.

My only weakness is seeing those I love get hurt.

"I volunteer as tribute!" the boy I went to school with that was my age walked to the stage.

"My! I nearly thought we would have sibling rivalry." He says. I sigh with relief.

"What a shame." And then he begins laughing.

I glare. He stops.

"Anywhom, what is your name, son?" He asks.

"Zac Ashton." He says.

"These are our District 1 Tributes for the 100th Annual Hunger Games! Aria Camelliston and Zac Ashton!" Jasper yells, and the crowd again goes wild. I look over. Why did he volunteer? He's strong, yes. He's smart, yes. However, I heard he planned to volunteer when he was 18, not 17.

Then I notice he's been staring at me as long or longer than I've stared at him.

Then I realize Jasper held both of our arms up. I smile and laugh to show pride to my country.

But I still remain curious. Who is this boy, and why did he really volunteer?

Caleb Evans:
I was in my best suit, but nervous as ever.

Mom kissed my forehead.

"Honey, you're fine!" She assures me. "You won't be reaped. You're only 13. You will volunteer at 18. Remember- your father is the mayor." She winks, and nudges my arm.

Oh, yeah. Because daddy is always there to save the day!

Uh, not. Sarcasm.

"That's why he's never told me Happy Birthday on my birthday, right?" I say and roll my eyes. Maysilea is rolling off of the couch and rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was in a little yellow dress.

"Why do we have to go?" She moans in complaint.

"Because we're required! You will volunteer someday, Maysie, when you get much, much older.." Mom begins.

"And stronger, and faster, and smarterer. I know mommy." She says. She's only 4 and has known for her whole life. It's kind of pathetic.

When we get to the reapings, that crazy, bright yellow-purple lady named Misha Aeryn was on the stage.

"Hellooo, District 2!" She smiles. Everyone begins to cheer.

"Before we begin, I must tell you about this 100th Games's twist!" She exclaims. They began to quiet.

"But don't worry. Especially al of the females, whom will be concealed, opposed to the males by random chice at the capitol. The twist is as follows." She steps up to the microphone and her hands flare out as she reads a card on the podium.

"All male tributes will be given an anonymous female tribute to court to the Capitol's Century Games Masked Ball. All females will be masked. It is the first, but they will attend and mingle amongst possible sponsors and gamemakers to earn likeability or sponsorship. The tribute will reveal only to Gamemakers and sponsors their name and district. The tributes will be hoped to explore one another's personality without a definite knowing of the tribute's name. They will have to figure out the tribute in the games themself." She says. She pauses and looks at us all for a reaction. We remain quiet.

So, we get to read people, pretty much. But the males have to be revealed. Hmm. Nice touch, Snow.

Not.

"Now for the Female tribute!" She cries.

"Leanne Millsborough!" She says, and looks for tributes.

Most people are not excited about the Ball where the sponsors and gamemakers decide,

"Hey, I think I want to kill you first because you're boring and I don't like you with our fancy arena equiptment made specially to kill kids!"

So only one girl raises her hand bravely.

"I volunteer." She says, walking to the stage.

"My name is Kat Savant. " She says.

"Well I recognize you. I've met your parents." She says to her.

"Katrina Savant, District 2 Female tribute!" She cries.

"It's Kat." She glares. Misha purses her lips and nods, a bit taken back at her hostility.

"Now for the boy." She says. She pulls a name out.

"Caleb Evans!" She says.

I stand there paralyzed with shock, but walk to the stage and stare at everyone. I feel as if all of Panem stares back.

These Games won't be fun.

"Your District 2 tributes, Katr-" Katrina glares at Misha when she begins.

"Kat Savant and Caleb Evans! Happy Hunger Games!" She exclaims, and people cheer, but not as many.

When we are ushered form the stage, Kat stares daggers.

"I'll kill you first." She says, so matter-of-factly.

It's because I'm 13.

I'm going to die in less than a week.

''Kill me now. ''I think to myself.

Thalia Combe:
Ryker Zayn was on the stage again and said, "Hello, District 3!" and we all cheered.

But then she annonuced this year's twist before she said anything else.

And everyone just frowned at her. Why would they do that? Then we would get a good feel of each other's personalities, especially if the Capitol were forcing us to do so. The only good thing was trying to hoax sponsors into liking you, as well as the Gamemakers.

I watch the video of the two failed rebellions on the big screen. Yeah, we get it. The Capitol never looses.

Even though they did and no one knows in this generation after they make it sound like District 13 lost.

I smirk with amusement to myself.

"Good! And now- To switch things up a bit, I will do Males' names first." She smiles.

"Bronze Ashen!" She cries out, and he walks to the stage. He frowns, and faces the crowd.

He was pretty cute.

"Now, for the Female tribute." Zayn calls out, and reaches into the bowl.

I feel seriously bad for the girl ho gets drawn. This is gonna suck, being at the Ball, masked, and telling all of your secrets to people you don't know, and then end up killing.

"Thalia Combe!"

She calls the girls name I realize, and look for the unlucky girl.

My best friend Mariah nudges me.

"Thalia!" She whispers loudly.

"What? Who was it?" I ask.

"Thalia, go before the guards take you!" She exclaims.

"Wait.. what?" My eyes widen in horror.

She nods sadly, and hugs me tightly.

"I will miss you." She whispers. "Come home safe."

Then she pushes me forward. I walk onstage.

"Our tributes from District 3! Bronze Ashen and Thalia Combe!" And the crowd cheers.

We are ushered off the stage by guards.

I think just became a tribute for the Hunger Games.

Surf Waves:
&nbsp {C Aqua and I got ready for the reapings. She was in a taffeta bubble, blue dress. I was wearing a plain blue button- down, nice jeans, and nice shoes. We walked out and seen Sofia Blue on stage yet again.

"Promise me you won't die." Aqua whispers as she straightens my shirt up.

This was the year I planned to volunteer. She was horrified.

"I promise you, I won't die." I tell her. I will walk back as a winner. I will.

"Welcome, welcome!" Sofia says, "To the District 4 100th Hunger Games reapings." She smiles.

"I will begin with the boys." She says. She pulls a name from the bowl and begins to read it.

Here I go. Aqua looks at me with sadness in her eyes. I nod at her. I am going to do it.

"I volunteer." I say when everyone goes quiet to hear the name. "My name is Surf Waves."

I begin to walk to the stage, everyone watching me.

"Wonderful." She smiles, then drops it.

"Oh, before I go furthur, I must tell you all the twist. Also, the Capitol requires you to speak with at least two other tributes at this event." She says, and explains the twist. Murmurs go through the crowd.

"Hush, hush!" She says. "Now for the Girl tribute." She says, an pulls a name from the bowl.

"Aqua Waves." She says. My sister covers her mouth. My eyes widen.

She walks to the stage and we stare at each other in a moment of horror. Sofia announces our names, the crowd cheers, we're rushed from the stage. We don't speak as we go to the Justice Building.

I will protect her.

By all means neccesary.

Pam Beesley:
Earlier, we had learned a twist in the games, and nobody volunteered, as no one tends to, in District 5 anywhom. Of course I had to get reaped.

"Pam Beesley!" She cried, and I walked slowly to the stage.

Apparently running doesn't help...

The Peacekeepers carried me to the stage. I was still kicking and trying to run as they lifted me.

Where was I gonna go exactly?

Meh, who knows? But to heck with it.

"NO! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIIIVEEEE!" I yelled.

Of course, it was a bit much. I just wanted to leave a memory in this District before my death so that I would at least be well known for my amazing drama skills and all.

"Is this chick crazy?" One Peacekeeper murmured to the other.

"I dunno what the hell she's doing.." The other said.

That one Peacekeeper was cute.

"Why, hello there, Mr. peacekeeper." I wink playfully.

Cause..

YOLO.

Plus I'm dying soon, so why not?

He glared at me.

Then they called Ryan Startedafire as the male tribute. Odd name.

As we were ushered from the stage, I faked falling down to my knees.

"Ryan's name sounds like arson to me! He'll kill me! Save me! Remember me, District 5!" I say dramatically with the back of my hand on my forehead to emphasize theatrical behavior. It was fun.

The Peacekeepers carried me again.

I looked up at the cute one with a 'You like krabby patties, don't you, Squidward?" Face I saw in an old book.

He made a revolted face and I stopped.

Bentley Hudson:
We were seated for the reapings. After the twist was told, they called the female tribute first.

"Tamora Summers!" The new escort Lianna Venuel called out. I must admit, she's hot. This tour is gonna be fun. Tamora walked to the stage, and the crowd cheered for her. She seemed... pleased, for whatever reason.

"And now for the male tribute." She said, and she pulled a name from the bowl. I was going to volunteer when I turned 18. Better, faster, stronger-

"Bentley Hudson!" She cries.

I pause, and look around.

D*mn. It's me.

I walk to the stage. I mean yeah, I was p*ssed off. But at least I've trained for this. I could have used a couple more years. I shake hands with Tamora, and can't wait to meet miss Lianna Venuel on the tour.

Phoebe Northcross:
I sat at the reapings in a purple dress with one shoulder strap with roses as a decoration. I wore my purple heels and lipstick. I had always loved capitol fashion, but others found it unsightly.

Cenia Lampuket, our Escort, for example, had gorgeous purple hair. But others laughed at it.

After annoucing the twist and watching a video, we began ladies first.

"Now.. the female tribute." She says. She pulls it out.

"Phoebe Northcross!" She cries, and I swallow and walk tothe stage.

I'm horrified, but show pride.

I'm not stupid. I know how to get my way around sponsors without a stupid ball.

She announces the boy.

Atlas Dunnin, a 16 year old. We shake hands, and leave the stage.

Joseph Anderson:
====&nbsp I was at the reapings, ready to volunteer. Today was my eighteenth birthday. We go through standards, and then they tell us the twist. We announce the girl.====

"Chelsea Landry!" Diamond Burlingston calls, and a small 12 year old comes forward. She reminds me of my sister, she died in the games when she was 12..

I snap out of it, and remind myself why the hell I'm volunteering anyways.

For Cindi.

Diamond calls the male tribute, and I then volunteer.

"I volunteer as tribute." I say, and step forward. I walk to stage.

"My name is Joseph Anderson." I tell her.

They announce both of our names, I shake the girl's shaking hand, and I hold onto it as we walk from the stage and don't let go.

Poor little girl..

Annabel Welsburg:
"Annabel Welsburg." Dan Gutnan had called out. Everyone looked at me when I burst out crying. I clutched onto my mother. {C "No! No mom don't let them!" I screamed, holding on as the Peacekeepers pulled me from her.

Then my little 12-year-old sister began crying.

I touched her fingertips, crying, as they put me on the stage. I rubbed my arms, felt shrunken, and kept my eyes downward.

Dan Gutnant made a repulsed look and seemed to be pulling back from me. Then everyone looked at him.

He announced the male tribute, Caleb Stoll. He is as young as me. He looks mortified as well.

We stare at each other in mutual feeling. I hold his arm, he holds mine for support as we were brought to the Justice Building.

I don't want to die..

Dyno Kyrono:
The female tribute was a girl named Abital Zertofi.

She seemed a bit displeased when she came to the stage.

Then for the male tribute.

"Dyno Kyrono!" Unithala Mayers called out.

I walk uneasily to the stage.

We shook hands, and were takern to the Justice Building.

Then I decided my strategy.

The girl seems to hate everything right now.

So I need to kill her first.

Bethany Wakeling:
Kinnely Berronts announced the female tribute.

"Bethany Wakeling." She said, and I walked to the stage with horrible fright. But confidence. I'm strong, good with a blowgun, and I will have allies to feed off of. I know from hours of other games what to do.

They announce the male.

"John Jacob Jungleheimer Schmidt?" She said over the speakers.

He skipped happily to the stage.

I stared at him. I was not shaking its hand. He pulled it back and shurgged with a huge laugh.

What the hell is that. And that name.

We walk off the stage together to the Justice Building.

"HI I'M JACOB WANNA BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER?" He syas and tries to hug me. It effing hugged me and was just trolling.

So I punch it in the face, knocking it off the stage and keep walking.

The crowd gasps and he jumps up with a bloody nose.

"HAAHAHA! Okay. Maybe later!" He says with excitement. "I like you, friend!" He says.

I almost hit it again but peacekeepers stood between us.

James Wil:
The female tribute, Roxi Gomez, reminded me a lot of a celebrity, as they had been called for things like singing and acting for whatever reason, in the world before Panem rose from the ashes. She was actually quite beautiful.

She looked strong, too. Good ally for the tributes.

"Now, for the male." Sybill Summers with her bubblegum-theme called out.

"James Wil!" She cries, and I walk to the stage. She smirks to herself. I can't help but smile and laugh with all my charm either.

She was my senior girlfriend when I was a freshman. She used to visit District 12 with her family, and we met then.

I shake hands with Roxi, and then Roxi glares at Sybi.

On the way to the Justice Building, I talked to her.

"Hello, Sybi." I say gently.

"Hello, James." She smiles lightly.

This tour is going to be incredibly awkward.

~*~*~* Sorry I had to shorten a few! I just wwas eager to get started already!(*~*~*~*~*~

Tour
' In the view of each tribute's journal. Some are shorter than others. Some are more 'minor' chataracters. '

Zac [1]:
'Today, I volunteered as tribute when I knew I didn't want to. Since we were younger, I had always felt affection for Aria Brooklyn Camelliston. Yes, I even bothered to know her last name. That 'Joseph Anderson' guy hadn't. But of course they hit it off today. Flirting nonstop, that is. But then again, she's beautiful. Lots of guys have liked her. Especially tributes she met today. And she grew up being super popular. Hell, she's the mayor's daughter. Of course everyone likes her. The guy tributes like Thalia obviously, too. And then Phoebe Northcross, the girl tribute from his district, had talked for a while with me. I had then realized- I think I like her. I think. But Aria. I volunteered for her. I pretty much risked my everything for her d*mn brother. I swear. So I would love if she could see me. For once. ''

'Also- today, we got our Ball Escort Numbers. I got number 6. We can't show anyone what number we have. At the ball, we find the other person with that number though.'

'Here's to praying I get to see Aria. '

Or maybe even Phoebe.

- Zac Ashton, District 1.

Aria [1]:
'When we got on the train for the tour, I met some other tributes. Mainly Careers, which included Zac, me, Thalia, Surf, Aqua, Joseph, James, and Roxi. Which was surprisingly a mix of different districts. I also met Joseph. We flirted a little, and I think he likes me. I sorta hoped so. I have plans on coming out of this thing a winner, but if I were to die, I want to live. I want to finally have that second boyfriend I have been scared to have since my mother died. Zac seemed a little irritated today when I was talking to Joseph and the other tributes today. He was talking to Phoebe though, so I don't see the problem. '

'Speaking of Zac- I still can't figure out why he volunteered. I assume it may have to do with feeling sympathy for me and my brother, in a position like poor Aqua and Surf. '

'My Ball Escortee Number today was 3. '

'Hoping that it is Joseph. '

Whoever is reading this, it must be over my dead body considering I will protect it with my all.

But since it's my first entry, you never know when it's your time.

'So I have one statement. '

'For the Capitol. The Gamemakers. Panem. My grandchildren for generations.'

' The girl on fire still flickers a small flame. '

Well, lots of love.

'~ Aria Camelliston. <3'

District One Tribute

'The 100th Hunger Games. '

Caleb [2]:
'I'm scared. I think the Careers don't like me. I allied with JJJ and Annabel, and I was in the average Career district. But they'd take advantage of my intelligence. Today when I was in my room on the train, I saw some berries. I stared at them. Nightlock, possibly. I thought. I also knew I didn't stand a chance in the arena. I ate a handful, waiting to hit the ground dead. Instead I realized I had eaten blueberries. So I die the hard way in the Games.' My number is 8.

I want go home.

~Caleb Evans: District 1 Tribute.

Kat [2]:
'It sounds cruel, but the kid from my district will die in about 7 days. It came off wrong. He doesn't deserve a harsh death. So I will kill him quickly in the bloodbath. I have allied with the Careers, although Zac was talking with some girl from District 7. He seemed to be jealous when Joseph and Aria were talking. Which I assume means he volunteered for her. '

'My escort said Katrina over and over again, until we had dinner. '

And I had a knife.

Get the picutre I painted for her?

'Also, today, I got my number. It is 12. I hope I don't get some idiot like JJJ.'

He's going to die soon too.

'Oh, not from me. '

Bethany is gonna do it in training, I believe, she hates him so much.

'Well. That's it. '

Now stop reading my diary you idiot.

Love,

Sincerely,

Not-so-much-love,

Not love,

Kat Savant, District 2, 100th Hunger Games, Entry 1.

Bronze [3]:
'An upside to being a Career is these girls. Every year, there's those couple hot ones that stand out more than the others. This year those two would be Thalia and Aria. But I like Thalia. A lot. I was kinda glad when I got reaped with her. I mean, hello celebrity power couple. Plus Aria and Joseph. No denying they were into each other. Even though she flirted with me, as well as Thalia did. They were seductive. So they obviously can be deadly weapons in the Games. Thalia and I had talked a while when in the Justice Building, and she's just wonderful.'

My Ball Escort Number is 1.

Thalia, I hope.

Maybe Aria.

- Bronze Ashen, District 3

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