User blog:The Boy With The Pikachu Tattoo/The 625th Hunger Games (2nd)

Welcome and Rules
So this is the 2nd part of my 625th Hunger Games saga, basically as the 625th Hunger Games would be the 25th Quell, I decided to make it slightly special. Basically every quarter of the year, a quarter of the way through, half, 3 quarters and the end of the year. Basically then the 1st one was a normal game, and the remaining 3 are all normal quells. So this one is going to be the most plain of the 3. I suggest reading or skimming the 1st of the 4 so you can get a general idea, as there will be a few references.

http://thehungergames.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:The_Boy_With_The_Pikachu_Tattoo/The_625th_Hunger_Games_%281st%29

So yeh, these are a quell. Now which games to do. Let me think....Hmmm. Well I have an idea. Basically 2 tributes will be paired up. And they will be put in a series of tournaments and fight fight fight. 16 pairs will be fighting. There will be more details about other stuff later in this blog but for now thats all you need to know.

Now onto the rules. These are to warn you, and make it simpler for you, and for me. Please read these first as these can be important.
 * 1) Well I am having 1 tribute per person, and I dont care how long it takes. I will get them.
 * 2) This is simple, it will be a full game so I need escorts for each district, stylists and designs and mentors. They will help throughout, and will play a main role.
 * 3) I do swear, not much.....O.O....but a little, I mean who doesnt.
 * 4) Other than that there isnt much other than welcome, and I hope you enjoy these games.

Tributes
I have basic standards. All I want is a name, an age and single weapon. Simple.

Stylists
Again, Im only doing Chariots so just interview styles, age and name please.

Escorts
Basically just a lovely name, age and how they look. Make sure its creative.

Mentors
So great name, age and how they want there tributes to work in the arena. This is the most important thing. As the tributes will sort of follow it.

Breeze Frost
Age: 28

How she interviews: Contary to her name, she is a warm bubbly person, who flirts with most of the tributes, but is friendly to all. She helps the tributes gets their POVs across. She does not like tributes who are rude or unfriendly, and if she encounters one, she manipulates the interview, so thaat those tributes are made a fool of on live TV. She also enjoys playing the occasional prank on the cocky tributes.

Apperance: Ice blue eyes, blue hair which looks windswept, pale skin, quite petite, thin.

District 0 - Phrixos Bacchus's POV
I raise my foot out of the 3 feet deep snow, cold and depressing. The perrfect weather for reaping day. I love the snow usually, as here it is well......its the same as everyday. Snow this, snow that. But today.....it well is different. Instead of taking somethings beauty then enhancing it. It takes it and drowns it. Masking it with a cold barrier. I had spent 16 years of my life here, 16 long years. The cold infecting my everyday. And I love it. If I entered the games I would miss it, I never thought I would say it. But I would miss my home. And my family.

As I enter the square the snow begins to dull down. To a sprinkle, lightly tossing a layer over the pale white faces, the scared faces. Thousands upon thousands. District 0 was the largest district in size, though not population. We werent even half of district 11. We werent half of anywhere. Well District 14 is half of us. But they are over in what remains of Hawaii, the water raised, killing most of their land. We just got the cold.

After 20 minutes in the brisk chill, a glittering ball blinds us. Well not litterally a ball, but the escort. As usual she wears the flowing gown, covered in tiny diamonds. You really cant see her face through the blinding shine, and the heavy snow. But you can hear her voice. The soft tone, that pierces the ear without making it hurt. That carries through the blistering wind. Almost melodic, floating on the wind. Calling my towards her, like she is muttering my name. Wait. She is saying my name. I dont realise at first but then it strikes me, I have been reaped. Sudden realisation strikes me, pain surges through my vains. I was reaped. I try to revolt but my legs fight me, taking almost bounds through the 5 feet snow. Up the steps. To see her face. Smooth like her voice, but her eyes. They dig through my soal, and I can feel the pain leave. Replaced by a surge of power. Those make me want to smash her head in. I cant take my eyes of them, we wander into the building. Followed swiftly my Sevana. No 2nd name. Just Sevana. One step after another. I cant do this. I can do this. 32 tributes......wont be that hard. Will it?

District 1 - Jade Seeku's POV
I can do this. Or can I. God damn this is hard, it was my final reapings. And basically I had wimped out for the past, never wanting to give my life away. But now the pressure was to much. I needed to be in the games. Or I would be forced into disgrace. But was my life really worth sacraficing, just for a few years without teasing. A few years I may not have if I enter the arena. Careers tend to be highly sought after by the other tributes, mainly to kill. But some to ally. And I was going to be a career if I entered the arena. This was the 2nd games this year, less than 3 months ago I was here. I was facing the same problem. If I wimp out now I may have 2 more chances. Emphasis on the may. We have no idea what will be happening in 3 months. District 1 may not even be in the games. Districts 0, 13 and 14, and the Capitol werent in the games where Misty won. We have no clue. Well do we ever have a clue when it comes to the games.

The answer is no. I cant do this. I break through the crowd, my sister slowly walking up the steps. No no no. She was only 12. I grab her arm and turn her to face me. Her soft blonde hair, framing her beautiful elegant soft blue eyes. Tear tracks embedding over her cheeks. A small quiver on her lip, a slight shake in her step. Everyone knows what Im trying to say, but the words never actually leave my lips. She walks to face me, then disappears into the crowd, as I take my first step. 2nd.....3rd. The slow creak as it bends slightly. Then I take my step onto the stage. A small beckoning hand of our escort, with her bright Pink Hair, Jennel has been our escort for 2 years now. As common as a face as me.

Lux Gold joins me, his hair flowing down. His smile glazing through the square. A typical posh boy, from the centre of District 1. A guy everyone wants to have, but no one does. Well I guess one girl does, but that girl is the girl all guys want to have. Well anyways, only no one would be wanting him from now on, as only one person can come home. And it was definately not going to be him.....as well. The chances are so small, and he is a career. And Im sure someone will take him out.

District 2 - Drake Morden's POV
The pain is well...non-existant. But my returning punch hurts a hell of a lot, and I can tell by the swift crunch of his nose breaking. I could do this. My foot cracks into his face, before he finally waves his white flag. I grab his hand, and help him clamber to his feet. Another easy win, and my ticket to the games. This was the fight, the fight to volunteer. Technically it has no real meaning, but basically the person to win the fighting tournament, well wins the right to volunteer. Its the same for the female spot, so it is pretty cool that I just fucking won. Everyone in 2 knows, if you win this. No one other than you will be volunteering.

Well here we were, I scan the crowd. Looking for the face of the girl who would be joining me, Jillian-anne Forsythe, we had all been told it. And we werent suprised. The last years she had refused it, and apparently now she wanted in. Amythyst rests on the stage, rambling on about stuff that no one cares about. No one has for about 625 games. Which means they have never cared about them. Haha, seems fit. Her purple hair bounces about, clashing with her outfit completely. But I dont care, a boys name is called. Cobalt something but I dont care. I stroll to the base of the steps and waddle up, taking my plan. Seconds later a 2nd name is called, Metallix Gleam but she is instantly replaced by Jillian-anne. We share one kurt nod, then shake hands before dissapearing into the old building.

It is as grand as can be, plush leather couches. Coated in velvet. Books lining all the walls, from here to the ceiling. I dont stay long though, anyone who wants to come in is turned away. I want to be alone, and after an hour I am lead out to the train. Which is no change. Well, it is even more plush. It has struck me though, and struck me hard. That I will never see District 2 again, I walk to window but to late, I catch sight of black rock. No last sight. I was gone. And I didnt give a fuck, as I was in the games. I was going somewhere where people were made, where people were like I wanted to be.

District 3 - Tori Kate's POV
I crash through the crowd, trying to locate my friends. They had all bounded ahead, and well left me behind. As usual. The same thing happened every year, for the past 4 years. I had lost them, and then one of them is reaped. Our group has been terrible, each year....one of us. Last year Alice. Well not even last year, about 3 months ago it was Alice. And before that was Sian. And then Valkary before that. This year, I wanted to be with them. I wanted to comfort them. I dont care who I shove, but I slowly break through the crowd. Pushing and shoving, but no one complains. They probably think I want to see a sister or brother, just for the last time. And maybe they would be right about one of those.

I finally find them, the first time ever I will actually spend the reaping with my friends. I slowly walk over, the now small group. Only 5 of us. And with 5 more games to go in our reapings, we could all be in the games. All 5 of us, then what would be left of our friend group. That showed it ever existed. But lets just hope this year breaks the trend, and none of us have to make our way up to the stage. I break into the group, and place my arms on Zaffira's shoulders. That is when she enters the stage.....the bitch.

Aurora Rhea. The girl who had taken by best friends away from me. Her jet black, straight hair flows down to her shoulders. The green interwines with the black, like the snakes who rest in the forest around here. Her eyes glare down on all of us, her black tights frame her legs. Making them look pudgy. Her pale green dress just highlights the image of her being a snake, and her bare face seals the fact. She is a snake. And her arms slither into the bowl, plucking 2 names from the bowl, as in striking. Grabbing her prey. Confirming the fate of two names. And then she utters them slowly, and softly. So we can just hear. But I wish we hadnt heard at all.

"Ares Jones, and Tori Kate"

District 4 - Cain Levenhire's POV
Why did it have to be here, such a painful place. The usual beauty marred by the reapings. As if the capitol wants to knock our District. By placing the most painful account of the year, in the place that shows the whole of Panem that we are District 4. And I have to watch it, as I climb the steps. Taking my place next to Natalie, Natalie Brine and Cain Levenhire. This years tributes. Isnt that just fucking fantastic. Why had I put my hand in the air, to give away my life. Just to do a family proud, a family I would never see again. Now I was standing next to a blonde bombshell, and I felt nothing. I guess today was truly a day for realising things. I realised that volunteering for the games wasnt the best thing, and that maybe. Just maybe. I wasnt who I truly tought I was. Maybe I was....no. I cant think like that. I have to focus. I need to win.

We are lead down a thin corridor, District 4 was the only District to have there Justice Building underwater. Out at see. Only ascessible through this corridor. And I got to walk through it. The walls are coated in glass, allowing us to see everything. Like we were truly underwater. Where, personally I feel safest. Clouded in something that makes us feel happy, thats the place I want to be. Essaleena walks two meters ahead of us, her soft purple hair bouncing on her shoulders, babling on about the capitol. But all I care about is seaping up all the life I can, before I leave this place, possibly forever.

I rest my ass on the plush blue cushions. The walls here, also covered from top to bottom in glass. Viewing on the scene of a shark tearing a helpless dolphin head to limb. And I didnt care. The door still swings back and forth from when my parents rushed out, forced by the helpless peacekeepers. Last time I ever saw them, last time I saw anyone I cared about. Well.....unless the impossible happens. The thing I never really though could happen, unless I, Cain Levenhire, win the Hunger Games.

District 5 - Dysterin Braine's POV
I brush off the bottom of my skirt, before placing on my simple pink shoes. Nothing to extreme. My hair is tied back in a ponytail, and my blue silk dress flows to my knees, they may clash slightly but its the nicest stuff I have. And I dont care, to me it shows I dont care. I dont care about anything. Especially the reapings, its something I consider non important. For now its not but a blip on my radar. Even if it was in less than 30 minutes.

I rush down the streets, followed by my sister and my younger brother. 12....to him this was the most important thing. But this was my 4th reaping. I did not care at all, I push through the line, never letting go of my brothers hand. My sister dissapearing into the bustling throng. Swallowed into the mass of people. But she was fine, at one year younger than me. This was her 3rd, I was sure she could handle it alone. I needed to focus on my brother, I lead him slowly to his area, all the other brothers, sons and cousins waiting. Waiting for the reaping to begin, and I hug him. Holding tight. Not wanting to let go. I whisper ten words into his year.

"You, mum, dad and Julia will be all home tonight"

I let his hand fall to his waste, his smile faltering. A tear dissapearing from his eye, and making its way off his face. He will be ok. I can tell. I make my way to my section, meeting with my sister, time to comfort her, and I say the same ten words to her, and yet again she smiles. But to her it would be more true. I face the front, as Peaches Melody enters the stage, the barbie doll of all the escorts. And suprisingly thats is where her job ends, as two screeches come, two volunteers. And I know them both. Thias Feyuz, my best friend. But the females is even more familiar, as its me.

District 6 - Asphalt Steed's POV
I tear round the streets, only one word coming to my mind. Shit. Well it is joined by another. Fuck. The reaping is in 3 minutes, and I am just under a mile from the square. And if I dont make it, well it wont be the first time I am in jail. Luckily for me, I am very fast, and there is no uphill struggles on the way. As if I could make it there without my speed, or if it was uphill. The streets are luckily straight, so well I can see where I am going. And no accidents....well the streets are empty, so there was no chance in crashing with anyone ages. I take a quick look to my watch, before pouring on the heat even more. 2 minutes. 1 minute and 30 seconds. 1 minute. I know I can make it, I made it last year from this point. But the thing is, what will be there when I arive.

I quickly push through the crowd, just in time to see Nikki Kaina gain her place on the stage, and call the first name, the female name. "Sylvia Churchill". I dont know her, but it still hurts to hear a girls name called, a girl who I would now only ever see on the screen of my TV. I begin to pant, but not even my loud and continuous breaths can block out the cries of the people who cared for Sylvia, and it pains me inside. Though they begin to die down after 3 minutes. And the males in the crowd begin to tense. It was our turn. "Asphalt Steed". Throughout the crowd the tension drops, but on the exact spot I rest on, just gets tenser.

One step....and I think. If I hadnt rushed. If I had tripped. If anything had slowed me down. Or even stopped me. And I wouldnt be entering the arena. Silence echoes across the school. A chorus of thundering silence. No cries for me. As all the people I love are gone. The slow groan from my stomach is all I hear. I meet the eyes of Sylvia, tears in hers. And probably in mine too. I mean I thought the next time I saw her would be on TV, but in reality it would be on our floor. Or even in the arena. As I was going there. Crap, crap, crap. At the beginning of today only 2 words entered my mind. While now 4 words control it.

I'm Going To Die