User blog:PumPumPumpkin :3/The Nightmare Games

Welcome To The 100th Annual Hunger Games AKA. The Nightmare Games
Hey, everybody! Since I´m becoming pretty bored of writing just normal games I´ve decided to spice things up a bit. I tried and failed this with my Magic Games, so I really hope these will get up in the air! :D

So please be polite and have fun! >w<

How long can your tribute stay sane?



The Rules


1. It´s two tributes per user, I don´t accept wikia contributors and NO RESERVATIONS. IF YOU ASK ME FOR A RESERVATION I WILL SERIOUSLY MAUL YOU IN THE FACE WITH A SHOVEL. (lol just kiddn´)

2. Don´t spam games here, I´m the only one to have that power. But you can send me a message asking me to spread your games.

3. I don´t do "on my profile." Either you post your tribute or a link to the tribute.

4. I will do reapings, chariot rides, training, training scores and interviews before the acual games. I will write the reapings and games in overview. The training will be seen from the POV of about twenty different tributes. I will write the chariot rides from the POV of a capitol citizen. And lastly the interviews will be written in simple interview form with only dialog showing.

5. No cussing out or rage quitting at my games.

6. Don´t rage quit or cuss at other users as well, we´re all beautiful.

7. Use good and polite language. I won´t be following this rule, so I will be swearing a LOT. If you´re not okai with that, I expect you to leave. RIGHT NOW. 8. Above all, have fun roleplaying!

9. Submit a tribute! ^v^

HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!

AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR!

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The Twists
<p style="text-align: center;">1. There is no bloodbath, the tributes all start off in different locations around the arena. But the action will quickly pace up, belive me...

<p style="text-align: center;">2. Each day, at noon, one of the remaining tributes will be posessed by a demon. In this state the tribute will kill anyone they can lay their hands on, even their own allies. They cannot be killed by other tributes or gamemaker horrors, but some tributes can´t handle the demon and may commit suicide. Only specific days like the first day, the last day or days with feasts are an exception of this twist, those are days where no tributes will be posessed.

<p style="text-align: center;">3. The general idea of The Nightmare Games. How long can your tribute stay sane and alive? Gruesome torturous sigths, random visions and an suffocating darkness are the tamest of horros found in the mansion...

<p style="text-align: center;">4. Three victors. Yes, the last three tributes alive will all be crowned victors. But don´t you think the games will be easier because of that, if anything it will make it even tougher...

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The Arena
The arena is a huge, eerie mansion with four floors plus a huge basement, four wintergardens and the roof. There is also numerous balconies scattered around the house. It is buildt in a gothic style, with arched windows and the color scheme is black, red and purple. The arena is chuck-full of chosts and other horrors, tributes may get sudden visions about their future and the rooms change location every twelve hours.

The biggest room in the house is the great hall, and it´s the only room that never changes location. It is located at the first floor and it´s ten metres to the ceiling. Four giant chandeliers hang from the ceiling and at the end of the hall there´s a indoor balcony with two flights of stairs leading up to it. A total of tree tributes will start from here. Another notable room is the dining room, it is located behind the balcony in the great hall. It is the second biggest room, and it is filled with tree long tables to dine on. But the ghost of Ivory Anderson isn´t too happy for visitors... There is also the kitchens, which are located west of the dining hall. There´s even a door leading from the kitchens to the dining hall. The last room of interest is the library, which is located in the right hand corner of the first floor. It is very large and has nothing but books, giant shelves, dust and the librarians ghost.

The second floor is a collection of thin, dimly lit hallways that seem to never end. These hallways are one of the most dangerous places in the arena, and that is simply because of the darkness. The darkness is a mutt, a living, breathing thing that loves to digest and terrify tributes. It can morph into any shape and the only way to ward it off is to shine some kind of light at it. No light at the second floor means death. But if the darkness has already devoured a tribute in the time lapse of twelve hours then you´re safe, and sometimes it just wants to scare a tribute out of their wits instead of eating them.

The third floor is a basic floor consisting of two hallways with leading to five small rooms each, the music room, the grand balcony and the dance hall. The two hallways and their rooms are basic with some traps, but nothing spectacular or anything. The music room is filled with beautiful musical insttruments, but some keep some unpleasant surprises, making it one of the most dangerous room in the entire arena. The grand balcony is at the front of the house, and it´s made of marble. But not a single ghost is present, but its hard to keep hidden at the balcony as there is nothing on it. Also the floor is reflective, and it holds my favorite horror inside. Lastly there is the dance hall, which is almost as big as the dining hall. It is illuminated by four chandilies and it´s floor is see-through glass. This is the ghosts favorite place, and they often gather to dance and have fun. but they doesn´t like to have small humans ruining their good time.

The last floor is the fourth floor. It is the smallest floor, and is entirely made out of one attic. The attic is dusty, filthy and overrun by mice. But these mice aren´t the regular leave-us-alone-then-we´ll-leave-you-alone type. This The Hunger Games, and normal is frowned upon on anyone but the tributes. Other than mice there isn´t too much interesting in the attic. Tributes can find random boxes and crates around, some of them full of supplies while others are full of horrors. And even more terrifying than the mice, in the deepest and darkest corner of the attic rests something, something that will kill the tributes from the inside. A ruthless monster that takes pity in nobody. Looking at it for too long may result in getting frozen by the sheer frigthening look of this creature. If it looks back, then you´re in for throuble.

Lastly there is the basement. It can be reached from a secret passage in the kitchens in the first floor. The basement is a huge maze made up by about fourty rooms, all identical. Each room is simple, with four stone walls and six wooden doors, each one identical to the one next to it. It is almost impossible not to get lost here. The same mice from the attic also live in the basement, as well as numerous ghosts and the poltergeist of Raven Niall, which loves to kill and torture tributes in creative ways, it is a force to be reckoned with.

Mayor Characters
Pomona Darkwater

Age : Unknown, though to be early twenties

District : The Capitol, rumored to have originated from District 12

Occupation : President of Panem

The current President of Panem, who´s methods of gaining her power is secured in the hearts of those who once knew, but who are now dead. She rules all by herself, nobody at her side but thousands of Avoxes to do her bidding. She is beautiful, with shiny, straight black hair and alluring dark eyes, but she´s still somewhat intimidating and haugthy-looking. She has no family or friends, she stands alone. She looks to be in her early twenties, but rumors have spread. Rumors that she´s a Victor from 12, who won a Hunger Games years ago.



Thistel Spirans

Age : 19

District : 1

Occupation : Victor

Thistel is a Victor from District 1, who won last years games, the 99th Hunger Games. She won with superior strength and skills, and dominated the games from the start. She was one of the most desireable Victors ever, and Pomona Darkwater got lots of money for her. She is well respected in District 1, but has problems and issues noboby else knows about, she has nobody to turn to.



WEAPONS
Sword - 1250$

Knife - 500$

Throwing knives (6) - 1150$

Thowing knives (12) - 2300$

Matchete - 1100$

Sythe - 1000$

Sickle - 800$

Whip - 700$

Bow - 2000$

Arrows (12) - 1200$

Bow and Arrows (12) - 3200$

Crossbow - 2300$

Slingshot - 350$

Trident - 3500$

Spear - 1000$

Mace - 1700$

Axe - 2500$

Awl - 700$

Blowgun - 1000$

Darts (12) - 600$

Poisoned Darts (12) - 1200$

SURVIVAL
Canteen (Empty) - 50$

Canteen (Water) - 100$

Canteen (Soup) - 400$

Sleeping Bag - 500$

Rope - 200$

Bag - 700$

Small Backpack - 500$

Big Backpack - 1000$

Night-Vision Sunglasses - 2000$

Burlap Bag of Apples (15) - 2000$

Packet of Beef Strips (5) - 800$

Pack of Dried Fruit - 300$

Large Pack of Dried Fruit - 600$

Slap of Cheese - 1000$

Loaf of Bread - 1100$

Poison - 1200$

Tent - 3000$

Iodine - 500$

Matches - 700$

Burn Medicine - 1500$

Band-Aids - 500$

Anti-Infection - 2700$

Camouflage Paint - 2400$

OTHERS
Mentor Letter - 100$

Family Letter - 350$

Map Of Arena - 4000$

Tribute Sensor - 3500$

EXTRA SPONSOR MONEY
Best Chariot Outfits - 500$

Second Best Chariot Outfits - 400$

Third Best Chariot Outfits - 250$

Top Training Score - 500$

Second Highest Training Score - 400$

Third Highest Training Score - 250$

Top Betting Odds - 500$

Second Highest Betting Odds - 400$

Third Highest Betting Odds - 250$

Survive Bloodbath - 250$

Kill a tribute with a training score 1 to 4 - 250$

Kill a tribute with a training score 5 to 8 - 500$

Kill a tribute with a training score 9 to 12 - 750$

Survive 1 day - 250$

Survive 2 days - 250$

Survive 3 days - 500$

Survive 4 days - 500$

Survive 5 days - 500$

Survive 7 days - 750$

Survive 10 days - 1000$

Survive a Feast - 500$

The Capitol : Sean Reaper, Carlene Dreger
The haunted, mysterious air of The Capitol hangs over the city like a curse, chilling wind currents dragging the coziness out of people, sapping them from happiness. Even they dread this day, the reaping day. The chilling morning air is whipping at the miserable faces of the people marching through the streets, towards the City Center. A place for excitement and wonderful nights before, but now the place is more tense and grim. Ever since The Capitol was also to be included in The Hunger Games, the citizens of the glorious city has had small stings of regret. They no longer love and look forward to the games as much, but instead dread to watch as their children, friends or lovers die on television. In all the time The Capitol has been included, they have had exactly zero Victors. Nobody makes it out alive.

While most of the capitolians are walking in small groups, like they´re afraid of getting mugged if they walk alone, a figure in a long, black hood is walking fearlessly. A tuft of dark grey hair is gently swaying in the wind as he walks calm through the streets, past building painted in neon bright colors. The other people in the streets seem to avoid him, but if he has noticed he doesn´t seem to care. He looks out of place, the other capitolians are dressed in bright colors and have wierd skin tans. But this person seems unusually normal, which here is quite unusual. He suddenly breaks into a quick-paced run, and he flies like a blur past the others. The rest of the crowd is startled, and a small girl even screams at the sinister figure. They´re all thinking the same : Was that who I think it was?

The City Center is filled with people, both nervous and carefree citizens fill up the enormous place. In the center a huge, golden statue of the current President, Pomona Darkwater, stands surrounded by a beautiful fountain spraying out rainbow-colored currents of water into the air. President Darkwater is a cruel and vicious woman with dark hair and eyes. But her skin is as white as snow, giving her a intimidating and arrogant look. Just as all the people have found seating places, and all the children and teens have been shepherded in roped-off sections, a sudden fanfare booms over the expansive place. The sound of a thousand thrumpets, drums and orgels vibrate across the whole Capitol, not just the City Center. The people in their seats pretend to enjoy the anthem of Panem. Then, up on the balcony facing the whole population of The Capitol, a tall, dark woman rises from her trone. It´s Pomona Darkwater. She raises her arms, and everyone gives her a loud round of applause. Pomona smiles haugthily down at her people, her servants. "Welcome, welcome to The 100th Annual Hunger Games!" She shouts, and her cold voice can be heard from every little allyway in the city. The crowd gives another round of applause, but through gritted teeth. Pomona smiles, like she knows exactly what they´re thinking. "As this is a Quarter Quell, The Capitol have mixed together a special twist for this very special event!" She raises her arms, commanding them to give her applause. They obey quickly, no reason to get on her bad side. "This will be revealed on my speech at the Opening Ceremony, right after the chariot rides." She takes a small artistic puase, before continuing. "Now, lets begin, shall we?"

She claps her hands two times in a rapid pace, and suddenly a tall, young man with brown hair stands at her left side, almost like he appeared out of thin air. "Reap the girls." The President commands in her clear, cold voice to the young man. His face is a perfect mask, it´s impossible to see what´s going on in his head. He steps swiftly over to a glass bowl to the left of Pomona. He puts his elegant hand into the mass of paper slips, and rummages around. While he does, he opens his mouth. His tounge is clipped, and it´s lies uselessly in the corner of his mouth. He´s obviously an Avox. Then he finally takes a paper slip, opens it and gives the paper to Pomona in one quick movement. Then he slips into the shadows of the balcony again. The President clears her throath before reading the thin, elegant letter written. "Symphony Decibel.." But a cross and rough voice suddenly call at her. "I volunteer!" Pomona smirks as she spots the figure of a girl, the very same girl who just shouted. She is standing in the middle of the crowd, the people´s shocked faces looking puzzling at her. She gives a big cough before going on. "My name is Carlene Dreger, and I volunteer as tribute for The 100th Annual Hunger Games!" The president smiles her unpleasant smile at her, she can´t wait to sacrifice this idiotic girl. Who the hell volunteers for the games, anyway? Maybe the stupid, wannabee capitolians from District 1, 2 and 4, but what motivation does a healthy and rich Capitol girl to die in the games? Pomona declares her surprise, a big, beautified lie it is. "Oh, a volunteer? Well, come up here, Carlene!" Carlene smirks back, acually challenging the President´s power. Pomona´s eyes darken to a heartless pitch-black. Little bitch, but she´ll get what she deserves soon enough. Carlene walks seemingly without a single care through the crowd, and begin to climb the marble stairs to the balcony. When she arrives she looks directly into Pomona´s eyes, abnormally large disgust visible in them. Pomona flinches, how can this girl be so fearless? No matter, she´ll die anyways, it doesn´t matter if she´s scared or not. "Now for the boys!"

The same Avox appears besides her, this time at her right, and walks over to another bowl filled with paper slips. He takes less time now, just brushing agains some of the paper slips before snagging one. He hands it to Pomona soundlessly, and then dissapears as quickly as he appeared. Pomona reads the paper, and the crowd stops their breathing for a few seconds. "Sean Reaper." Even from the balcony one can see the mysterious-looking kid everyone avoided standing up, his mind impossible to read thanks to his hood shielding his face. Pomona smirks; thank god the boys went smoothly, and a boy that won´t cause any trouble will die. The hooded figure of Sean moves, like he´s floating above the ground, through the masses, while they move out of the way. You can see their fear emblazoned in their faces, unknown people are both dangerous and unnerving. But Sean doesn´t seem to mind the silent treatment, he climbs the stairs swiftly and silent. As he steps up to the balcony, Pomona tries to catch his eye, to show him that he doesn´t scare ''her. ''But he is purposedly shielding his eyes with his grey bangs. He takes his place besides Pomona, and the President comcludes the reaping day by congratulating The Capitol´s tributes and wish everyone happy hunger games.

She escorts her sacrifices inside her palace, where they will spend a few days waiting for the other tributes to arrive from the other districts. She wiskers them inside a small side chamber, with walls made of gold and luxurious furniture. Carlene walks off and sits down on a poufy couch in the corner of the room, while Sean sits besides Pomona at another couch. She takes her chance, she pulls off Sean´s hood in one swift movement. What she sees causes a scream to escape her mouth. Sean is staring back with those dark eyes, her dark eyes. She is sure they are identical. But surely it can´t be..? She pushes the horrible sight of Sean away from her, and runs back into the hallway, leaving the two kids looking puzzled. Pomona doesn´t stop running until she´s back in the President´s office. She sits down in her comfy chair, clutching her heart. How can it be? One last though strikes her before she faints. ''It´s him. ''Then she collapses with her head on her desk.

District 1 : Raymond "Perfect" Glimmer, Laura Crossbane
The sound of laughing children and gentle chatter of the people rise into the air, and join eachother to a loud, exited chorous. The air is electric, it always is in District 1 on reaping day. A family of four are walking over the asphalt, a middle-aged man holding hands with an equally old woman. The woman is carrying a small child, maybe ten years old, and a teenage girl with black hair is strolling causally behind them. She has a cold, dead look in her face and a small skull hairpiece is hanging in her hair. "Mom, do we have to do?" She says in a drooning, bored voice. The woman in front of her turns around and faces her. "Yes Laura, we have to." She says to Laura with a firm determination. Laura grunts and crosses her arms over her chest, but still begins to jog a bit to catch up with her parents.

Meanwhile, at a small, dimly lit room hastily build behind the glorious stage, a most unusual girl stands. She´s very young, probably around nineteen or something. She has long, dirty-blonde hair set up in two elegant braids, and her perfect white teeth gleam as she smiles nervously. She is wearing a simple white dress of silk, which help enchant her natural beauty. She is breathing hard and fast, and is completely alone in the room. She begins to claw and scratch at a small lump in her arm, the skin around it already coverd in scarlet blood. She is nervous, she recognizes the feeling of gruesome anticipating. Just like when she was about to be raised into the arena last year. This girl´s name is Thistel Spirans. She´s from District 1. She survived The Hunger Games. She is still tormented by the memories, she still wakes up from the nightmares, she is still terrorized by the faces of the other tributes, many whom she claimed the life of. She can hear the roar of the crowd, she can´t postpone it anymore. She takes a deep breath, and walks bravely to the stage.

She is greeted with more roars and screams of joy from the people of District 1, everyone is happy to see her. They´re all so proud of their newest Victor, so proud of their celebrity murderer. Thistel smiles half-heartedly and waves with her left hand, and the crowd goes berserk. They throw boxes of chocolate and jewlery and roses at her, but Thistel just sidesteps lightly to avoid being hit across the face by an incoming 50 carat diamond. She looks swiftly over at the others on the stage, the District 1 escort and they mayor. The escort is looking steadily at her feet, while the mayor´s gaze is fixed on some distant point in the air. Thistel undestands, she is alone now. "Thank you all." She mutters quietly, but the crowd isn´t turned off by her lack of exitement, they roar even higher now. Thistel backs away, and the escort gives a huge, fake cough. The crowd fixes it´s attention to her, but they are still looking beadily at Thistel. She quicky looks down at the ground, just as the escort takes the word. "Now, let´s get the show on the road!"

"Laura Crossbane." The escort woman says in her overly preppy voice and gives the crowd a sickeningly sweet smile that looks more like a taunting leer. In the crowd the girl with the skull hairpiece steps forward, arms crosses, looking slightly annoyed. Suddenly there´s a desparate cry from behind Laura. "I volunteer!" Laura turns around, a look on her face plainly saying : I will slice open your guts and rip off your arms. "Who dares cross me?" Her voice doesn´t sound angry though, it sounds a bit sad, like Laura is speaking to a person on their deathbed. "I do." A girl with sleek, platina blonde hair steps forward, surrounded by a gang of other girls, all looking haugtily at Laura and giggeling. "What´s your name?" Laura says in her cool, calm voice. The other girl tosses her head back and laugh a soft laugher before replying. "I´m District 1´s female tribute this year, and my name´s Saffron Starr." The other girls begin to giggle uncontrollably, like Saffron just told the funniest joke in the world. Laura sighs, and looks sternly at Saffron, her dead grey eyes full of false regret. Then, without warning, Laura lungers forward and punches Saffron clean in the face. Saffron screechs as she staggers backwards, blood oozing from her nose and splattering her blonde hair with red. She removes her hand, and one can see that her nose is comically bent to the right, it´s clearly broken. The others girls cover Saffron to bear her the shame, while shooting Laura dirty looks. But Laura just ignores it. Moments later Laura is standing calmly at the stage, almost looking bored. In the distance she can see Saffron being carried away on a white field bed, screaming her head off in a rage fit. Laura smiles slightly, but the smile dissapears as the escort turns her attention to her. "So, Laura, how are you feeling?" Laura simply looks coldly at her, which causes the escort to quickly change the focus. "Nevermind, it´s time for the boys!" She mutters, glancing apprahensively at Laura.

She nearly jumps up at the other reaping bowl, and swiftly snags a paper slip. "Twix Yade.." She says firmly, but her voice is drowned by at least ten shouts from the crowd, all young teenage boys at the edge of the stage. Here it seems, the traditions are a tab bit different from District 2´s. The escort looks thrilled at the prospect of so many volunteers, she looks from one of the boys to another, before finally pointing her finger at the one closest to the stage. "You there, you you!" The boy´s face lightens up, and he runs eagerly to the stage, while the other boys that didn´t get picked hiss and spit at him. The escort asks him exitedly with sheer hunger and lust in her eyes. "What is your name, handsome?" She purrs, and the volunteer replies happily, while looking arrogantly down at the dissapointed boys. "Raymond Glimmer, but you can just call me Perfect!" The crowd cheers, th escort congratulates the two "lucky tributes" and hastily scurries them inside the towering Justice Building.

Thistle Spirans is sitting once again backstage, relieved to finally have finished the day she has dreaded for so long. She is feeling quite bad for Laura and Raymond, she knows that only one of them can return, and it´s possible that none of them will come back. She takes a big bucket filled with water and hurls the water in her face, wanting to wash all the make-up away, all the fakeness. She digs her nails underneath the dress and rips it apart in one swift movement. She tosses the sad remains at the floor, and rip off her small hairpieces and uncurl her braids, letting her hair fall down loosely. She is sick of it all, this horrible and delusional world she lives in. But she has to hold on, for the people she loves. She looks around as to check if the coast´s clear. It is, so she removes a tile in the floor to uncover a small, hidden room. It it empty, except for a small, thin package wrapped in brown paper. Thistle carefully hoists the package up, and rips the paper off. She finds a small, pitch-black computer, as she always does. She presses the power button down and writes down the passowrd, careful to shield her fingers in case someone is spying on her. She click on a small folder, and begins to search. Finally she sees the familiar icon, and clicks on the small, blue cloud. The happy face of a man appears at once, and they both sigh in relief. The man has black hair and big, horn-rimmed glasses over his dark eyes. "Is the plan in motion?" The mans thin lips move, and Thistle nods her answer. The man has just opened his mouth when Thistle hears the sound of someone trying to open the locked door. She gives a soft scream and chucks the computer down in the secret room again, and slams the tile back on. She has just thrown the rug in place when the escort entres the room, her keys dangeling from her hand. "Ready to go?" Thistel simply nods, and allows the escort to take her hand and drag her out the door.

District 2 : George Gold, Taylor White
Just as the first rays of sun shoots over the huge mountains of District 2, a small bird gets caught in the wind. I flails desperatly around in the cool air for a few seconds, before yet again balancing on the strong wind currents. It´s a mockingjay, beautiful with it´s black and white plumage shining in the sun. It sails peacefully over the shining marble Justice Buliding of 2, over countless houses and over the heads of exited people. The people are filing in, heading to the square, and it´s obvious what has exited them. Even from the mockingjay´s height you can still see clusters of extatic boys and girls, discussing the upcoming event. Words like "volunteer", "pride" and "Victor" can be heard, and phrases such as "May the odds be ever in your favor", "I´ve trained all my life" and "This is my year" are also shouted carelessly. Though the mockingjay doesn´t seem to care, instead it drops a douche and flies over to the Justice Buliding again.

The mockingjay lands elegantly at the top of the Justic Building, and looks down at the crowd, like it expects applause. Then suddenly the crowd does break into applause, and the mockingjay scruffs it´s feathers importantly. But down on the ground the situation is very different. Everyone is clapping and whisteling at an alarmingly white figure on a stage. It´s a woman, but it´s remarkabe how much she doesn´t look like one. She doesn´t even look much like a human at all. Where do humans have completely white skin, silver hair and pitch-black eyes? But the crowd doesn´t seem alarmed or scared at all by this creature, but instead they give the vampire lady another round of applause. Then the monster raised her hand dramaticly, and everyone fall silent at once. "Welcome, welcome!" She says in a horrible screech of a voice with a very odd accent. But the crowd doesn´t really seem to mind it, even so, they are cheering more now. "Are you ready for the 100th Annual Hunger Games!?" She screams to the crowd, and reaches out her microphone to the people. The reaction is immediate. Everyone screams and shouts, and the racket causes the mockingjay to take off, annoyed that they didn´t warn him before shouting their heads off.

The vampire/human stand up from her chair, and announches exitedly. "Time for the action to start! The girls first!" This is answered by shouts and screams, particualary from a cluster of girls standing closest to the stage. They are all in their late teens and seem to be having a contest - Who Can Scram The Loudest? This is to great annoyance to a few other clusters of girls, all younger and more nervous looking. But one of the girls in one of the clusters, with a huge sign over her reading "14-year olds", isn´t shaking or twitching nervously. She is looking with sheer determination at the monster lady, as tears begin to swim in her eyes. The tears of the lost loved ones, who stood where she stood, but isn´t here anymore. Her eyes have a burning fire not present in the exited-looking girls. It´s a fire that will burn for her passions and loves, a fire that will never cease to exist.

The small slip of paper, containing the possible fate of oh so many lives, gets roughly snagged away from it´s siblings. The white hand closes around it, and then stretches it out to it´s full extend. The same shrilly voice belonging to the vampire woman calls out a name. "Lillith Anbitres" But her voice gets drowned by the booming sound of at least twenty shouts from the exited girls. But an even louder shout has already reached the white lady on the stage. That who belonged to the small girl with fire in her eyes. The little girl smiles, and ignoring the shocked looks from everyone around her, walks calmly through the crowd. The mass of people automaticly move away from her, allowing her the space she needs. As she passes the older girls, those who were so extatic just a few seonds ago, she give them a thriumphant smile. It says : ''I won, you lost. ''

Moments the strong-willed little girl is standing next to the monster woman at the stage, looking down haugthily at the others, like they doesn´t mean anything to her. The monster nearly shoves her microphone into the girl´s nose as she asks. "And what´s you name, dear?" The little girl takes her time before answering, but when she does she do in a very controlled and determined voice. "Taylor White". The monster lady asks for a round of applause for Taylor, and she do get one. But it´s a little half-hearted, the crowd is still pretty shocked. Taylor ignores the muffled applause, and the monster woman tries to get things on track again. "Now for the boys!" Her shrilly voice says, and the echo of it joins the sound of her heels clatting agains the stage floor in a gruesome chorous. She digs her hand down in the other bowl, identical to the other. She takes out a paper slip, and then reads from it hastily. "Alder Johnathan Webb". Mayhem breaks out.

About half of all the underage boys in the crowd all scream and shout at once the name gets called. The monster on stage looks rather annoyed, like this is something that happens every time. Now that everyone is done shouting, they begin to fight. Boys down to the age of fifteen gets brutally beaten down and throw around by older, and older boys gets wrested to the ground by groups of youger. But the crowd doesn´t scream, or go in to stop the brawl. Instead they shout encouragements and chant "Fight fight fight!" Even some seniors are prodding the boys on, but there´s one they don´t reach out to. He´s headed for the stage, and with everybody engrossed in the fights, doesn´t stop or notice him. It isn´t until he´s well on the stage, when some of the boys understand that they have been beaten to the spot. They groan and shout rude cursewords at the boy on stage, but he just smiles unpleasantly at them. Before the monster lady on stage can ask him his name, he takes the microphone from her. "George Gold!" he shouts happily. He then takes his place next to Taylor, who didn´t encourage or chant at all at the fight moments ago. George looks over at her with disgust in his eyes, he must hold some grudge agains her. But she just smiles at him. He looks quickly away, like she is unworthy of his attention.

Taylor is sitting at a red velvet couch in the Justice Building, seemingly relaxing completely. But she quickly drops the mask as her first visitor arrives. A small girl, she can´t be any older than seven, with the same dark eyes as Taylor runs in and jumps at her. Taylor´s little sister hugs her tightly, while Taylor cries on her sister´s shoulder. Wet tears dot the little girl´s blouse, but she just keeps patting Taylor´s back fondly. She hasn´t shed a tear. The strong girl wipes Taylor´s tears away with a single swipe, and looks deep into the other pair of eyes so similar to hers. "You have to win." Her voice is firm and steady, she is serious about what she´s talking about. Taylor grasps her little sister´s hand in hers, and looks back, no tears in her eyes any more. "I will." The little girl hugs Tayor again, and for some happy moments they sit like this, locked together, forever together. But then the moments are over, peacekeepers come in and pull Taylor´s sister away from her. The brave little girl screams and flails as the men carry her from the room, leaving Taylor with tears in her eyes yet again. What if that was the last happy moment she would share with her beloved little sister? She can´t even think about it.

Meanwhile, George is being given last minute advice from his father. His father is a big, burly man with little to no neck and the same blonde hair as George. George just sits there, drinking in every word of advice his father has for him. He recieves encoragements, how he will win and return to them, his family he loves so dearly. While his father praises him, George is battling an emotional war inside himself. Is it regret, is that what he´s feeling? Is he already regretting the decicion of volunteering? Has he lost faith in himself? Deep down, the answer is yes, but can he say that to his father? He wants to make him proud, and won´t winning do so? Yes, surly it would, but for what cost? George doesn´want to die, but he knows that it´s better to die fighting that to slowly pass away in your sleep. I looks into the eyes of his father, and he knows what he must do. He must win The Hunger Games, and claim countless lives as he does. There´s no way out of it. He has to win.

District 3 : Cander Lini, Shamin Alexandra
The Mayor of District 3 was a pretty normal man, who lived in a pretty normal house. He had pretty normal work, for a mayor, and dressed in pretty normal clothes. He had normal, whispy white hair and a big, fluffy white beard. He had normal round glasses which was held together with duch-tape and normal, dull eyes. He was looking forward to retireing, as he felt that he was way too old for his line of work. What he didn´t know as he got dressed for the day, however, was that he would be retireing sooner than expected. Even this very day, to be exsact. He picked his most boring tie for the special event, and propped his feet into a pair of spotless black shoes. It´s reapings day today, a day he always celebrated highly, he is one of the few Mayors of the twelve districts of Panem to be supportive to The President. Which in his case could prove to be a fatal mistake.

Just as he steps out of the door, unnoticed by himself, a small, red dot appears on his temple. It´s slightly flickering in the bright sunshine, but it has latched itself onto The Mayor like a tick greedy for blood. Which this red dot is also. Down the street to the mayor´s house, at the roof of the local butcher, a woman in a tigth black uniform lies waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger on her jet-black sniper rifle. Her brown hair is set up in a tigth bun, and she is wearing a mask to cover her face. The mask is completely white with the letter M emblazoned on in black. Her fingers are steady on her rifle, and then they move to the trigger. A small bang sounds as she presses it down and down the street the Mayor falls down at once, blood flowing from his head. The scarlet blood cascating down his beard, while the woman on the roof nods approvingly to herself. Then the screams begin, the other residents have spotted the body. But before anyone can see her, the mysterious assassin at the butcher´s is gone.

Meanwhile, on a stage at the town square, a ghostly white man with a neon blue tophat is sitting at an empty chair, next to an old, frail-looking man with round glasses. The ghost man is looking wairily around, like he´s detecting danger, while the bespeceled man is gently smiling to himself. Like he knows something the ghost doesn´t know. "Alrighty, lets just get started, shall we?" The ghost man raises himself, like a snake out of a basket, and walks frimly towards a big glass bowl. He plunges his hand down in a sea of paper slips, and drags up one, the lone victor. Or in this scenario, the one loser. "Shamin Alexandra". Just as he says the words, a sharp scream echos from a section in the crowd labeld "12-year olds". A small girl with spiky brown hair steps away from the crowd, tears rolling down her face and her lip trembeling. The same reaction can be seem on the faces of two people at the edge of the square, obviously Shamin´s parents. They both look thunderstruck, one little slip of paper was in her odds. But one little slip of paper was all it took. All it took to murder her, the innocent little girl who has done no harm to anyone, now to be sacrificed. She steps from the rest of the crowd, sobbing hysterically, and walks with shaky steps up to the stage. Walking in goose trail up to her demise.

"Cander Lini!" When the ghost man utters those simple words, a grey-haired boy steps forward at once, not a single teat visible on his white face. He walks with firm steps towards the stage, while taunts and teases of "fag" and "old man" can be heard from other boys his age. However, he ignores them, and continues on as though they didn´t excist. This seems to annoy the boys, and they slip into the crowd once again. Moments later Cander is standing next to Shamin, who is still crying and looking around desperately, hoping to see someone stepping out and volunteering for her place. Cander is doing the exsact opposite, a perfect poker face smeared on and his eyes refusing to look at the crowd or the ghost man.

Suddenly a peacekeeper jumps on stage and runs over to the ghost man. The peacekeeper then lean forward and whispers something franticly into the ghost´s ears. The ghost man eyes widen with shock and he quickly steers Cander and Shamin into the Justice Building, leaving the crowd confused on what´s happening. Peacekeepers surround Cander and Shamin, and then push them each into an empty room for their own before rushing past, arguing in loud voices.They run down the hallway until they meet up with the ghost man again. The tallest peacekeeper steps forward. "What´s going on?" He looks menacingly down at the ghost, while speaking in a gravely voice that sounds like he hasn´t used it in a century. The ghost man´s eyes quickly flit to the door and back, and he gives a small nervous squeal. The peacekeepers eyes are boring into him, reading his mind like a book. Then the ghost man suddenly panics and screams. "I had nothing to do with it, you can´t do this!" He is screaming his lungs off, but he stops quickly enough as the burly peacekeeper´s bullet flies through his eye with pin-point precicion. He drops dead at once, splattering the stern-looking peacekeepers with the scarlet liquid. The peacekeeper who fired nods approvingly to himself, before ordering two other to pick up the body. They exit the Justic Buliding, and head for the peacekeeper barracks. To dump the body. Shamin and Cander are still sitting in their rooms, wondering where their escort went and why the peacekepeers ran off. Shamin is still crying, while Cander has strapped on his poker face again. Any second their loves ones will enter the room to say their goodbyes, thay may just be their final, too. But Cander doesn´t want to cry, looking weak isn´t going to be the best way to attract sponsors. In the other room, though, Shamin doesn´t care anymore, she knows she is on her way to the afterlife already. On her way beyond, away from the hauntings of her life.

District 4 : River Blue, Christina Mallera
A small, green-tinged fish swims peacefully through the water, surrounded by other fish in a gentle flow. The greenish blue water moving in small waves around, whipping the fish in new directions. A boat floats over the surface, creating more waves that carry the fish to unknown and thrilling sights down in the marine world. The boat floats around, while sailors in white outfits on deck are shouting at eachother and running around. Purple starfishes are clinging on to the rim of the boat, while the sail is flowing gently in the light breeze. Inside the boat house a thin, old man is standing twisting the steering wheel in a carefree way, while whisteling a drinking song. He is looking firmly with his pair of beady eyes at a distant harbor, filled with other boats identical to his. He can´t wait to get home, and neither can the others on the boat.

A girl with dark brown hair in a bun and green-bluish eyes walks through the buzzing crowd, a scowl on her face. She is wearing a flowing, almost see-through blue dress, but her beauty is slightly put down with her expression of outmost disgust. The other people moving through the streets are in small groups, either of beaming teenagers or nervous-looking families. But this girl is completely alone, and doesn´t seem to acknowledge the world around her. Suddenly someone bumps into her from behind. "What the fuck did you do that for!?" She turns and locks eyes with a small girl, can´t be any older than ten. The little child looks terrified up at her, trembeling from head to feet. "Sorry, lady.." She mutters, but the other girl doesn´t seem to have heard her. Instead of answering she lunges her fist forward and punches the little girl in the stomach before smashing her elbow in her face. The child falls down crying, and then the other girl bows down to her level. "Don´t you ever disrespect Christina Mallera again, or I´ll find you and break every bone in your pathetic little body." Then Christina walks off, leaving the little girl whipering in pain on the asphalt. "Welcome, welcome everyone!"

A short man with jet-black hair jumps onto the stage, which he recieves booming hurrays and cheers for. He raises his arms and pretend to blush, and the crowd gives a soft wave of laugther. The man looks quite bizarre, orange skin and cat ears with black fur on his head. He is wearing a long, red coat with black dots on and a big, red top hat. He bows dramaticly before aquiering a serious, buissness-like tone to his voice, and the crowd instantly hush their voices. "Time to select one brave young man and woman to bring glory and honor to District 4!" He says, and the people whistle and scream their excitement at him. In the front of the crowd, one particular boy shows such excitement, he seems to faintly glow in the sun. His midnight-blue eyes are on fire, and one gets the feeling that fire will never cease to excist. It will burn, always, etherreal, never dissapearing. The boy brushes his blond bangs out of his face and bite his lips nervously. He is ready, ready for The Hunger Games. Ready to kill.

"Cassan-" The man with the car ears begin, but at least twenty teenage girls finish his sentence with desperate screams. But one of the sticks out to the cat man, the one who is standing next to him on stage right now. The man screams of surprise and begins to yell at the girl. "Where did you come from!?" The girl, the very same who beat up the little girl, looks coldly over at the cat man and raises her eyebrows. "From the stairs?" Another wave of laugther ripples through the crowd, but a little uncertain. They all know who this girl is and none of them are liking this. An extremely akward silence follows before the cat man tries to shift the focus and get back on track. "Ahem, now time to reap the male!" He shouts with an extravagant accent, but the people´s eyes are still fixed beadily at Christina, trying to understand what´s going through her twisted mind. But Christina doesn´t let them, no expressions are showing in her pale face and she looks straight forward, not meeting the thousands of eyes underneath her.

The cat man draws breath to shout out the name on his little, crumbled slip of paper. But his voice gets drowned down in the sea of other voices, all desperate and tingeling with anticapation. The cat man looks a bit irritated, but looks down at the many hopeful teenage boys. Now it´s their turn to hold their breathing, the cat man closes his eyes like in a prayer. Suddenly his finger lashes out in the air and points out a startled-looking eightteen-year old boy in the crowd. But after just a few seconds his surprise is replaced by joy and glee. He smirks from ear to ear as he climbs the stairs, while the other boys shoot him filthy looks and flip him the bird. But the boy ignores them, and walks up to the escort like he has been elected king of the hills. The cat man asks him his name, while staring intensely at the boy´s crotch. He is already thinking how much this boy will be worth if he wins, he needs that flawless body for himself. The boy almosy shines as he calls his name into the microphone. "River Blue!"

"Well, handsome River, are you ready for The Hunger Games!" The escort says with a smirk and a visible bulge in his pants, but River doesn´t notice, he is too busy staring down Christina´s boobs. Christina is oblivious, as she tries to ignore everyone, but one movement from River brings her back. A hard slap on her butt. River licks his lips teasingly to Christina, who is blushing like crazy, her cheeks seems to be on fire. Then she does something that everyone, including Blue, didn´t expected. She raises her fist and slams it clean into Blue´s face. The boy screams as he gets thrown backwards from the force in the punch, blood streaming from his mouth and right eye. He lands on his back with a sickening crunch, and moves no more. But his chest is still elevating and re-elevanting with regularity, so he isn´t dead. Christina grins, a terrible, bone-chilling smile that stops the hearts of everyone at the square of District 4. Peacekeepers suddenly stream out of the Justice Buliding and surrounds Blue´s unconsious body. They lift it carefully onto a stretcher and push it back into the Justice Bulding. Christina is happy, it´s always good to make an impression, and knocking your District partner out cold is very impressive from the sponsor´s eyes.

District 5 : Ali Swintnose, Christmas Lights
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District 6 : Revenus "Chase" Locke, Farrin Amity
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District 7 : Jericho Yunipé, Avelina Rose
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District 8 : Rodolphus Spore, Apinya Wipada
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District 9 : Lucas Sunsong, Biance Summit
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District 10 : Coal Black, Luz Romer
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District 11 : Reginald Turner, Maya Kenneth
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District 12 : Alex Powers, Serina Frostswords
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District 13 : Ice Hunts, Saidy Dauntless
"Everyone, assemble in The Mess Hall." A cold, stern female voice rings out from the speakers. In every nook and cranny in District 13, people automaticly stop what they were doing and go obidiently out of their comparments. They walk in goose trails in the hallways, parents clutching their young ones and teenage couples holding hands, palms sweating. One of these nervous couples is a girl with yellowish hair and a tall boy with blue and white hair. The pair is walking through the halls, in the middle of all the tense and nervous people. For everyone in District 13 they´re just two faces in the crowd, but they don´t know that they will be very important in the next few hours. The girl is looking firmly at some point in the distance, while the boy´s eyes are constantly flitting over at the girl, like he wants to make sure she´s not an illusion. After at least an hour the mass of people reach a huge metal door. It towers above them, while the people cower under it, like it could come crashing down at any time. And they wait. And wait.

In the middle of the masses, a young woman with a whispy look holding a baby is staring into her the babies face. The child doesn´t look like it´s even passes a year in the game of life, but it doesn´t cry or complain at all. It´s lack of reaction to the procedure is scary, unnerving even. The woman looks sad, she knows that her little child will have difficult years in the future. First the terror and nightmares of upcoming games, then the tension and fear of death at this day, maybe this innocent baby will face death himself in the games. The mothers eyes begin to water, just as the metal door slowly opens with a loud, uneasy creak. The crowd then files slowly into the expansive mess hall.

The mess hall is the biggest single room in District 13, it´s about the size of a hovercraft´s cargo room. And with about the same uses, the place is just used to hold equipment in place. But in District 13, the mess hall is used to hold the people in place. Just as the last citizen, a small toddler boy, enters, the metal door close with a booming clunk. The sound revibrates around the room, and all the people´s faces goes tense and blunt. They know what´s coming. In the middle of the hall a mis-matched stage has been erected, and three chairs are visible on it. Everyone in the hall seems to be holding their breath, the atmosphere couldn´t be more stiffned. Then a figure walks slowly to the middle of the stage. A man with orange skin and long, red hair shouts into a microphone. "Welcome, people of District 13." Complete silence. The odd man stands akwardly at the stage, unsure about what to do. He gives a weak smile and tries to get back on track. "The ladies first!" The crowd is as mute and deaf as ever, ignoring the man. He sighs, like this is normal behaviour, he knows he´s being laughed at in every home in The Capitol. He walks uncertantly over at a glass bowl that wasn´t there a few seconds ago.

As his hand begin to rummage around in the bowl, every person in the mess hall falls silent. They´re holding their breath yet again, while parents are holding on to their children for dear life. Knowing that a slip of paper is all it takes. All it takes for their children to be sent for slaugther, theri families to get ripped apart. The orange man finally decides on a particularly crumpled paper, folds it and reads the name scribbled in slanting letters. "Saidy Dauntless." Most of the parents and children who were so tense gives a huge sigh of relief. But one girl with yellowish hair, the one who was with the blue-haired kid a while ago, is shocked. Saidy´s mouth open in a perfectly round "O" and she looks up at the man on the stage with disbelief in her eyes. But then her eyes return to normal, she isn´t having a nighmare. She looks to her right, and sees the startled face of Ice, her boyfriend. His face is riddled with sadness, he´s on the verge of tears. But Saidy isn´t going to cry, no matter how much she is tempted. She straps on a mask, a poker face. She parts from the crowd and walks determined to the stage, and her doom.

Moments later, Saidy is standing next to the orange man, who is shoving his microphone in her face. He wants Saidy to tell him and the crowd more about herself, but she is as mute and cold as the crowd was. Her eyes as fixed at some point in the distance, but they occationally flick over at Ice, his face wet with the fresh tears leaking from his face. She can see her parents too, hugging eachother and crying on eachothers shoulders. It takes all the willpower Saidy can muster not to cry, but she knows that by crying she is screaming "Come and kill me!" to her fellow tributes. She can´t look weak. Saidy is acually thankful when the orange man takes the attention from her. "Now for the gentlemen!" He shouts at the crowd exitedly, but gets hit with a wall of deafness. Everyone turn their back agains him, and the message is simple. ''We don´t accept this. ''Mr. Orange´s cheeks flush to an ugly shade of scarlet, he rushes to the boys bowl without saying another word. He reads out a name, but to everyone´s amazement, he gets interupted by a voice. "I volunteer!" Saidy´s stomach does a horrible summersault. She knows that voice. It belongs to Ice.

When Ice entres the stage, Saidy can´t hold back the tears any more. They flow down her face in gentle streams as she ignores the orange man´s yelling at her and runs towards Ice. Ice tosses his arms out, and run take her into his embrace. They stand like this, two humans in one being, for many minutes. Then Ice pulls away and looks deeply into Saidy´s eyes. His black eyes meet Saidy´s blue ones, and he speaks. "I will protect you." His voice is somewhat firm, but Saidy can hear it´s cracking by the seams. She doesn´t say anything, she just looks deeply into the pair of eyes she is so fond of, the windows to the soul of the person she loves so much. The crowd is speechless, and so is Mr. Orange. His mouth keeps opening and closing, like some bizarre underwater fish, and his eyes are as big as dinner plates. Or perhaps tribute plates.

Saidy and Ice are sitting in their own seperate rooms, held away from eachother by a sturdy wall. They press themselves against the wall, knowing their loved one is just a few feet away from them. Saidy wants to crush the wall, this barricade of wood that separates them. In the other districts, the tributes take the train together to The Captiol. But there is no train tracks going from District 13, they will be traveling by hovercraft. Saidy in one, Ice in another. They begin to have a whispered conversation in hushed voices. Ai kotoba, smalltalk, and telling eachother that everything is going to be fine. But it´s not. There´s twentyeight tributes, and only one can come out alive. Odds are that it´s neither of them.

The Capitol :
The first Chariot rolls out into the streets, and The Capitol is dissapointed about their local stars. They had hoped for better. The Chariot is made of shiny metal which is about as dull it can get. But the vibrant colored paint splattered on it at random kind of makes up for it. The whole rainbow seems to have thrown a party on The Capitol´s chariot. Red, green, blue, pink and everything else in between. It looks a bit stylish, but also messy and random, which doesn´t get many positive retrots from the crowd. The costumes can be described with two words; Childish and odd. Carlene is wearing a mismatch dress which another rainbow has puked on, a fancy hat with a vibrantly purple feather in and sturdy bottle-green leather boots. She looks like she would like to die right here and now from shame, but her blush is hard to spot under the tonn of make-up on her face. The stylist can´t have been completely sober, Carlene´s face looks like a grotesque clown´s mask, her face white as chalk and colors everywhere. Sean´s costume is no better. He is wearing a equally colorful suit with frills at the rims and the same bottle-green leather boots as Carlene. They didn´t go completely to town on Sean´s make-up, but he still looks like he belongs in the carnival. He isn´t embarrased like Carlene, though, he shows absolutely no emotions, his face is a flawless mask which nobody can peer into. The crowd doesn´t really pay too much attention to this Chariot, as they quickly shift their focus when the next one comes. The Capitol´s Chariot may be dissapointing and dumb, but that doesn´t mean that this is over. Hope isn´t lost just yet.

District 1 :
Now this is what The Capitol has been looking forward to, District 1! The Chariot is smithed out of pure gold, with small implanted diamonds in vibrant colors emblazoned on it. The diamonds shimmer and catch the light from the city around it, and reflects it in a shower of colorful rays of light. The Capitol citizens are going crazy about the chariot, but it´s the costumes that makes it legendary. Laura is wearing a flowing dress which appears to be made of hot, melting gold. It cascades in waves down her body and ripples in the darkness, which sends golden light shows over the crowd´s faces. Laura´s dramatic and dark make-up and unsmiling face makes her look almost non-human, a golden angel sent to punish the sinners that walk this earth. She looks menacing and alluring at the same time, which represents District 1´s tough culture and luxury at a fantastic level. Next to Laura stands Raymond, no smile showing on his face too, with the same dramatic make-up. He is wearing a beautiful toga which seems to be made of the same fabric as Laura´s dress, making it appear like alive, white-hot gold. He looks straight forward, showing no affection or excitement to the crowd of admirerers, both he and Laura are ignoring them completely. The commentators are praising the stylists to the sky and so is the whole of The Capitol and District 1. This gives Raymond and Laura a head start over the other tributes, it can be difficult to top this.

District 2 :
One word to describe the District 2 Chariot : Amazing. The crowd roars thriumpantly at the sight of George and Taylor, riding a magnifisent Chariot. It is designed as a roman-styled Chariot, with a huge metal spear at the front piercing the air in two. It is covered in beautiful tough roman armor and a huge scar flares across the right side, giving the impression that Taylor and George just came back from a huge battle. When it comes to the tributes themselves they are as breath-taking as the Chariot. Taylor´s upper body is covered in the same sturdy and gorgeous armor as the Chariot, but from the stomach and down a blood-red silk dress flies down. It is torn and ripped in places and small pieces of it flies off and gets snatched from the air by the Capitolians, all wanting to have a token from this event. Taylor has minimum with make-up on, just some black eyeliner to make her dark eyes seem even darker and some light lipstick which makes her look even more battle-worn. George is also dressed in roman armor, with his huge helmet under his arm and a huge scar across the chest armor. He doesn´t have any make-up on, but that just makes him look even more fierce and dangerous. Both Taylor and George are waving at the crowd, acting like they just won a great battle and pretending to wince as they make sharp movements. One can also spot a small trickle of blood from their mouths. This has almost knocked down District 1, but they are about equal in appeal now.

District 3 :
The District 3 Chariot comes hurteling after District 2´s, and yet again the technology District come out in a bad light. The Chariot is made of steel plates with wires coiling around the sides like snakes and shockingly blue neon lightning patterns emblazoned on the metal. The neon shimmers slightly in the dusk, and sends flickering shadows onto Shamin and Cander´s faces. The crowd quickly shifts attention, though, and Shamin looks like she´s on the verge of tears when she sees the uninterest in their faces. She is wearing a smiple metal suit with wires coming out of her shoulders and flowing down her back like some kind of bizarre cape. Cander is dressed identically, and none of them has any make-up, which makes Cander´s zits stick out even more prominently in the darkness. Both Shamin and Cander are trying to ignore the crowd´s unsmiling persona facing them with sour expressions; they had expected better than this. Last year District 3 was spectacular, but now they´re below medioce. Shamin can´t take it anymore, and the tears finally break free and flow down her pale face. They hit the Chariot floor, but the crowd doesn´t pity her. All they see is a weakling who won´t even try to participate.

District 4 :
At the sight of the District 4 Chariot, almost every pair of eyes in the crowd gets draw towards it, like the tributes themselves are electromagnets. Especially the guys eyes are now filled to the brim of lust, at the sight of Christina, but also the women are looking at River with immence satisfaction. The Chariot itself is made of glass, and aquatic fish is swimming around inside it. Beautiful ornamental urnes and vases decorate the moving fish tank that is teh District 4 Chariot. The fish seem to glow themselves with neon lights, flashing dazzeling neon colors across the streets of The Capitol, which recieves joyful cheers and shouts from The Capitolians. And together with the glorious costumes this Chariot will be remembered for years to come. Christina is dressed in a tight sailors attire, with maximum skin showing and a large rescue flotation ring around her left arm. Her sailor´s jacket is unbuttoned, and the frills of her bra is flowing in the air currents made by the moving Chariot. She has no shoes on and instead she is barefoot and slightly glittering in the dusk, thanks to her skin being covered in some kind of wierd powder. Her make-up is fantastic, glittering eyeliner put on with a light hand and torquise lipstick. This color sheme goes surprisingly well with District 4 too. River is wearing the same outfit as Christina, well except the bra. His jacket is unbuttoned too, and his sleek abs are shining with sweat, earning him hungry looks from the women in the crowd. He has also an inflatable rescue tube around his arm, and this represents the sea and District 4 almost too well. Looks like both District 1 and 2 have been defeated, this is definitively the best just yet.

District 5 :
Wow, looks like District 5 has yet again destroyed all expectations. In a bad, very bad way. The Chariot is just a basic Chariot, but christmas lights are illuminating the darkness around in a shower of bright green and red. This has nothing about District 5, but maybe they´re playing on Christmas´s name, who seems to be beyond embarrasment. The Chariot is bad enough, but they could at least made the costumes decent. There is hardly any costumes though, both Chris and Ali are completely naked. The only thing that covers a bit is straps of the same cheery christmas lights, which covers up their more private areas. This Chariot is even worse than District 3´s one, and possibly the worst of the night. But anything can happen, so nothing is pre-decided.

District 6 :
And knocking the wind out of everyone in Panem, whenether they´re watching from their TV´s in the Districts or chanting from the streets, comes District 6 rolling out of the gates. This is definitively the best anyone have been of District 6 for at least twenty years, as the transportation District often get neglected by their stylist. But the new stylist, Slitori Mercedes, has obviously good ideas and hasn´t given up on granting District 6 victors. The Chariot itself is designed to look like a high-tech, streamlined plane, with lights flashing at the sides. The crowd is going crazy, the Chariot and Farrin and Chase´s costumes turns District 6 from the weakest to fantastic in seconds. Farrin is wearing a tight uniform used by astronauts, with glowing and pulsating ornamental blue rings levitating around her limbs using electromagetism. She is wearing an astronaut´s helmet, but without the face mask so one can gaze at her masterfully done make-up. Just the right shade of grey around her eyes to make her appear almost as a robot, a mirage from the future beyond. The same can be said for Chase too, he is wearing matching outfit for Farrin, but his rings are blood-red and he has his helmet under his arm, like he just returned to earth from some heroic space mission. None of the tributes are smiling, they are serious and determined to death. Nothing will stop them from winning glory, fame and most importantly, their futures. The crowd is more than pleased, and hopes that District 6 will be just as good next year. Now District 6 has clearly knocked down District 1 and 2, and is tailing behind District 4. But everyone knows that nothing is truly decided, there are still seven Chariots left.

District 7 :
After the unexpectedly spectacular District 6 comes District 7, who has definitively improved from last year, and by a long shot too. There are no three costumes here, but the substitute for the classic and boring tradition is so gorgeous that nobody really minds.

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