User blog:Zokab96/275th Hunger Games

Introduction
Through generations the hungergames was banished from Panem. That was until Archie Salvory got to the throne, he managed to get the power back to the Capitol and crush the rebellion. The 13th district was divided and the 14th district was made. The 13th district had to make medicine and the 14th district became a district training soliders, pilots and millitary intelligence. The job of the 14th district's job is to maintain peace in panem. The hungergames were reinstated with all 14 districts joining.

Quell twist
As Panem was split between the strong capitol and the weak rebels, the tributes will also be split between the strong and the weak. There will be two seperate arenas, the lower scoring tributes against the higher scoring tributes.

Rules
1. You have from today (september 25th) until October 2nd to submit tributes. You may submit as many tributes as you want.

2. It does not matter if you submit your tribute first or last. I will be handpicking the tributes based on the ones submitted over the one week period.

3. If there are still spots open after the tribute draft on the 2nd, then it is first come, first serve for the remaining spots.

4. Tribute template:

Name: (I don't like names that also are words)

Districts: (List three, in order of preference)

Gender:

Age:

Personality:(detailed)

Backstory: (I want long backstorys including how you have gotten your strengths and weapon skills if you have any)

Height:

Appearance: (Your tribute has a bigger chance of being accepted if you make the lunaii yourself)

Weapon: (List 1 or 2)

Strengths: (besides weapon) (List 2)

Weaknesses: (List 2)

Fears: (List 1)

Interview Angle:

Bloodbath Strategy: (detailed)

Token: (why?)

Alliance: (can be filled out later)

5. Brand new tributes will most likely get drafted. Also, people who say "on my profile" won't get drafted. You have one week to make this tributes, and it doesn't matter if someone else submits a tribute before you, because you will get the spot if your's is better.

6. I may be using some adult language so be aware of that. There may be some sexual references as well.

7. Do not get mad at me if/when your tribute dies or if they don't get drafted.

8. Everyone who submitted a tribute has $500 in sponsor money. Users who submitted more than one tribute have $500 to spend for each tribute.

9. If you are reading this right now, you have to submit a tribute.

Some info
I will not use a lot of time on the reapings or the interviews, my main focus will be on the training session, describing the arena and the games.

14 is careers as most of them train combat as a job. This do not mean they always have volunteers, but it means that anyone picked is as trained as a career. I will not accept weak tributes in this district!

Tribute Troy Battel avtually look like this http://images.wikia.com/thehungergames/images/9/9c/Troy.jpg but it was the wrong format and I couldn't find the skincolor or the haircolor I used so it ended up like it is in the gallery!

District 1 - Jason Oceanwater
 I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I get dressed in my finest clothes, today is reaping day and I want to look as good as possible when I volunteer. I walk into the kitchen and I’m met by the smell of egg and bacon. I love bacon. When I’m done eating I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and style my hair a little. I say good bye to my mother, she wishes me luck and I leave the house thinking this might be the last time I see the house. I’m one of the last people to arrive at the reaping. I hurry over to the zapper lady and she takes my blood.

 The escort is a young good-looking woman, although she looks like she has the worst bad-hair-day in her life. She takes the microphone and starts talking. She begins to talk about the ordinary boring stuff and I stop listening. I suddenly notice that she is going over to the girls’ bowl and I start paying attention.

 She picks up a name and begins unfolding the paper. I hear about 7 girls shouting “I VOLUNTEER!”. The lady picks a girl, “what’s your name?” she asks. A beautiful girl walks on stage. “Allura Anders” the girl says confidently into the microphone. She’s pretty, but she looks dangerous too.

 The escort walk over to the boys’ bowl, she picks out a piece of paper, and before she even gets the paper out of the bowl I shout “I VOLUNTEER!!”. I walk onto the stage with my dad in mind. “I’m doing this for you, dad” I say silently to myself as I walk over to the microphone. I say my name, we get applause and then we head for the train. We sit on the train and the escort begin telling us all about the capitol, but all I can think about is how much closer to winning I’m getting by the second.

District 2 - Mria Kessoy
 I’m really tired. I’ve been out all night training with my knife. I want to be ready in case I should get reaped. I throw my knife at some rat walking by. At first it looks like it missed, but then I look closer and see that the knife hit the tail and the rat is now stuck. I pick up the living rat by the tail and then I pick up the knife. I study it a little before I set it free. I throw my knife again and this time it hits. I pick up the knife and decide to go to the reaping.

 I get my blood zapped and I walk over to my spot. The escort enters the stage and begins shushing into the microphone. After about three minutes, people finally start to shut up. The escort doesn’t look anything like the other capitol people. She wears normal clothes, she has little to no makeup on and most shocking of all, she’s actually pretty. She starts talking. “Everyone knows why they’re here right? Then let’s just get on with the reapings. She walks over to the girls’ bowl and picks up a piece of paper. I think of how nice it would be to win. I would live in the victor’s village and life would be perfect. Maybe I should volunteer. The odds might be against me but I’m good with a knife so I could maybe stand a chance at winning, but then again I don’t want to risk my life and the escort seems to already have read a name so it’s a little too late to think about volunteering now.

 I start to wonder who the tribute is and then the escort repeats the name. “Alana Lotinee, where are you?” she says into the microphone. It takes some seconds before I notice that everyone is looking at me. I got reaped? I slowly start walking to the stage. It feels so unrealistic. Well at least I won’t have to stand there and regret not volunteering afterwards. I say my name into the microphone and wait.

 The escort walks over to the boys’ bowl. She picks up a name. “Phoenix Renora”. Some weird kid with a ponytail walks up to the stage with a sad grin on his face, but all I can think about is that I might be dead in some days. We enter the train and, we both start staring out the window. “What’s up with the stupid ponytail?” I suddenly say to him. I don’t know why I would say that but it just slips out of me. He gets sad and he answers me with “nothing”. I feel really dumb.

 District 3 - Alana Lotinee

 I’m really tired. I’ve been out all night training with my knife. I want to be ready in case I should get reaped. I throw my knife at some rat walking by. At first it looks like it missed, but then I look closer and see that the knife hit the tail and the rat is now stuck. I pick up the living rat by the tail and then I pick up the knife. I study it a little before I set it free. I throw my knife again and this time it hits. I pick up the knife and decide to go to the reaping.

 I get my blood zapped and I walk over to my spot. The escort enters the stage and begins shushing into the microphone. After about three minutes, people finally start to shut up. The escort doesn’t look anything like the other capitol people. She wears normal clothes, she has little to no makeup on and most shocking of all, she’s actually pretty. She starts talking. “Everyone knows why they’re here right? Then let’s just get on with the reapings. She walks over to the girls’ bowl and picks up a piece of paper. I think of how nice it would be to win. I would live in the victor’s village and life would be perfect. Maybe I should volunteer. The odds might be against me but I’m good with a knife so I could maybe stand a chance at winning, but then again I don’t want to risk my life and the escort seems to already have read a name so it’s a little too late to think about volunteering now.

 I start to wonder who the tribute is and then the escort repeats the name. “Alana Lotinee, where are you?” she says into the microphone. It takes some seconds before I notice that everyone is looking at me. I got reaped? I slowly start walking to the stage. It feels so unrealistic. Well at least I won’t have to stand there and regret not volunteering afterwards. I say my name into the microphone and wait.

The escort walks over to the boys’ bowl. She picks up a name. “Phoenix Renora”. Some weird kid with a ponytail walks up to the stage with a sad grin on his face, but all I can think about is that I might be dead in some days. We enter the train and, we both start staring out the window. “What’s up with the stupid ponytail?” I suddenly say to him. I don’t know why I would say that but it just slips out of me. He gets sad and he answers me with “nothing”. I feel really dumb.

District 4 - Alex Reddel
 I walk down to the training room, I can’t sleep so I decide to practice some instead, I pick up a spear and send it flying towards a dummy’s head. The head takes a hike with the spear into the wall. I pick up a trident and ruins another dummy with it and then I send it flying against another dummy. I notice my dad standing beside the dummy and how the trident will hit him if it misses. The trident hits the dummy and misses my dad by one inch. “Good shot” he says, “but being good with a trident or a spear won’t win the games for you, you have to have some survival skills too, you know”. “Well if I kill everybody in the bloodbath I won’t need those survival skills, will I now?”, I reply. “I just don’t want you to die in the games Alex” he tells me. “Then don’t disturb my training” I reply with a hint of a threat.

 I finish my training, and then I take a shower. I walk over to the reaping. I’m so excited. I can’t wait for the games. It’s going to be so much fun killing the other tributes. I’m going to easily win, I am one of the best in district 4 and district 4 is the second best district. All I have to do is make sure those super-careers from district 14 don’t live through the games, because I’m not sure I can beat them in the finals. I reach the reaping just in time. I get my blood zapped, walk over to my spot and I get ready to volunteer.  The escort comes on stage 15 minutes late, she tries to calm us down but it doesn’t work. She then gets so angry that she just yells “SHUT UP!!!” into the microphone. Everyone shuts up and she returns to being a normal escort. She has a blue afro with a pink stripe in the middle, her skin is pale and she wears something that looks so pink and fluffy that even a nine year old would puke if she saw it.  “Attention eventual tributes” she says. I decide to not give her my attention, because they never have anything new to say anyways. I look at all the other tributes. “Damn it” I think to myself, I just realized that I might not be the only person who volunteers. What if the escort doesn’t pick me? I have to make sure nobody else gets picked. I start listening to her crap again and realize she’s almost done talking. <p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> She walks over to the girls’ bowl and picks up a small piece of paper. A crowd of volunteers shout out “I VOLUNTEER”. What if that happens with the boys too? The escort picks out a girl. She looks like a smiling emo. She looks kind of sadistic too, therefore she probably likes to kill. We will make great friends. “Reminiscence Banori” she says into the microphone. “Wow, that’s a stupid name” I think.

The escort takes back her microphone, “And so for the boys”. Before she even gets to the bowl I shout at the top of my lungs, “I VOLUNTEER”. Then I confidently walk up to the stage hoping no one will kill me for stealing their chance. I get a lot of mean looks from the boys. I walk over to the microphone. “Alex Reddel, your next victor” I say confidently. The crowd goes wild and we are guided over to the train.

District 5 - Veto Magnate
<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> “ Fuck!” I think to myself as I try to run away from the peacekeepers. I just set a building on fire with my cigarette, so I’m fleeing. I see some houses and I hide behind them. I’m so stressed right now, if they catch me they will probably kill me. “But I’m so young” I say quietly to myself, I don’t want to die. Nothing is happening. I look around the corner to see if there are any peacekeepers there. I see nothing. The streets are empty, it’s reaping day today so there is no chance of hiding in the masses.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> A peacekeeper spots me, he says something into his arm and then he starts running towards me. I run around the corner towards a rough hill. I start climbing, I see some peacekeeper with a taser and then I feel a shock going through me. I fall 15 feet down and land on a peacekeeper. I try to stand up, the adrenaline is pumping. There are seven peacekeepers around me. I black out. <p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> I wake up inside a truck, with multiple guards around me. The guards stare at me. One of the start talking, but I don’t understand a word of what he says. “ije luykfojad ti si yu vulintiling and deie” I hear. Wait! I have to volunteer? Well at least I’m not going to be executed, but the games are almost worse than dying! I black out again. <p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"> I wake up inside the same truck as before. A peacekeeper lifts e up and tells me to walk out of the truck. The sun is shining and there are hundreds of people here. The peacekeepers tell me to go get my blood taken and then walk over to my place. I walk over to the zapper-lady and then I walk to my spot. An escort, that looks the same as the other one did before her, enters the stage. She takes the microphone and shouts “WELCOME TRIBUTES” way too high and even the peacekeepers look like they thought it was a little too high. She explains all the basic stuff, and then she starts walking over to the girls’ bowl. She unfolds a piece of paper and shouts “Clara Sparks” into the microphone. A really pretty girl breaks down in tears and the girl net to her tries to comfort her. She is guided onto the stage, and you can see the fear in her eyes. She doesn’t look like she could hurt a fly, and certainly not a human.

The escort walks over to the guys’ bowl and picks up a piece of paper. As she is unfolding I shout at the top of my lungs “I VOLUNTEER”. Everyone looks at me as I walk up to the stage. Some of them look surprised and other people are just relieved. I say my name into the microphone and then we are guided onto the train. Clara and I start talking.

District 6 - Albinus Wellsgood
I look at my mockingjay-pin, I sofly glide my finger along the smooth surface. It´s really all I can remember from the train crash all that time ago. The sight of her dying has faded, and all I can remember is the moment when she gave met her pin. I´ve kept it safe ever since that happened. I´m hoping that one day, I will be able to pass this pin over to someone else, so that it will live o neven when I am dead.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> I look up at the roof. I´ve been wide awake since 3 am. I have been thinking of the reaping all the time. I´m afraid. Afraid that I will be reaped and forced to kill another human beeing. An act of a beast. I would never slaughter another human given this life, just for the sake of entertainment or survival. 24 tributes sent into an arena to slaughter eachother like animals for the amusement of some spoiled brats in the capitol. A horrible destiny awaits the ones who are forced to enter those games, even if they win, because they will still have to live with it afterwards, and if you can manage to do that with no problems, then you are already in fact dead.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> I get dressed, I shower and I eat some breakfast. I walk down to the reaping with my brother. He´s just turned 17 and can soon not be reaped, wich will be a huge relief for my parents. It seems like I´m the first one to arrive. I og to get my blood taken and then I find my spot. Peacekeeper´s everywhere. How nice wouldn´t it be to see 24 of those scumbags fight in an arena.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> The rest of the district arrives and an escort walks on stage. She seems like she has some problems with walking on her high heels. She tries to grab the microphone but ends up falling down from the stage. Some of the girls in the front are now screaming. Four peacekeepers rapidly take her away and another one comes to clean up the mess. I can see the escort has fainted and a peacekeeper comes on stage. He picks up the microphone and tells us to shut up. He walks over to the girls´bowl and he picks up a piece of paper.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> ”Coralie Eledette”, a beautiful girl silently walks up to the stage. She is crying but is trying not to show it. She reaches the stage and the peacekeeper places her at the right spot. He walks over to the other bowl and picks up a name. ”Albinus Wellsgood”. FUCK, that´s me. I walk up to the stage as my brother realizes it and tries to volunteer. The only thing standing in his way is a peacekeeper who says ”Shut up” and guides us to the train.

<h3 style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> District 7 - McKenna Ecelinti

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> I hate when I can´t sleep, it´s horrible laying there just waiting to fall asleep. I leave my bed although it´s just 3 am. I sneak past my sleeping dad in the kitchen. I take some throwing knives and some throwing axes with me, and I quietly open the door. The air outside is so refreshing, and the woods is so beautiful at this time. The wildlife is also a little bit more active at nighttime. I set out a timer, I take out a knife and I send it flying towards a squirrel. Two more is flying right at their targets. An axe is hurled right at another one and one last knife is sent flying before the timer starts to make a beeping sound. Five in 10 seconds isn´t too bad. I would maybe even have a fair chance at the hunger games if I volunteered. <p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> I walk to the reaping some hours later. The zapper lady takes my blood, and I find my spot. Some more people arrive and the escort comes on stage. She looks a little bit sick, but it might be just another capitol fashion. Her skin is pale, she wears a purple tight-sitting dress, she has an orange umbrella that seems to be stuck in her green afro, and she has so high heels that her feet is bending the wrong way.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> She grabs the microphone and says ”Welcome tributes” In a disturbingly high-pitched voice. She talks a little propaganda at first, then some information and then she tells some irrelevant story about her father. At some point 15 minutes later she finally stops talking about her family, but half the people here look like they are falling asleep already. I would think it would be hard to fall asleep on a reaping, but if I had a sharp object in my hands I would probably have slit my own throat by now.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> ”Well lets get finished with this shall we?” the escort says and walks over to the bowl. She puts her skinny fingers inside the bowl, and picks up the bottom one. ”Leon Sycamore” the escort says calm. A boy begins to cry as he walks up on the stage.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> ”Ok, then. Let´s pick out the girl then!”. She picks a name. ”Alana Ecelinti”. Oh no, that´s my sister. ”I VOLUNTEER” I shout as high as I can. I can win this shit I think. I hope. I walk up to the stage as confident as I can and I say my name with a clear voice. ”Looks like both our tributes have volunteered for their family´s! Isn´t family just wonderful? Give them a clap” the escort says before she guides us to the train. I begin talking with Leon and we become friends. It´s a shame I´ll have to kill him.

<h3 style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> District 8 - Martina Covert

What a wonderful morning. Oh, wait….it´s reaping day. Good thing I woke up 4 hours earlier so I could get ready then. I wash off my beauty-mask, and then I pick out the prettiest dress I have. When I´m walking down the stairs I meet mom who at once starts inspecting me. Whenever she meets me she inspects me and makes sure I look as perfect as possible. ”Move along” she finally tells me before she walks up the rest of the stairway. I take a deep breath, wand walk down to the kitchen. In our house you can´t just grab a slice of bread and eat it on the way out. For one we can´t eat standing, and it has to be around the kitchen table. Also, I´m taught to not eat with my hands, even if it is just a slice of bread. It can be quite annoying sometimes, but I also know that it is exactly my manners that makes me better than the normal people. <p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> After I´ve eaten, I walk down to the reaping. There is a crowd of people and almost everyone begins talking to eachother when I arrive. Some boys even stare, but I don´t care. I just hold my head up high, and keep my eyes pointing forward. I walk over to the zapper-lady and I present my hand. Thereafter I walk over to my spot and stand quietly without moving. It requires discipline to be perfect.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> The Escort enters the stage. A chill goes through my spine when I see her outfit. Who puts a green skirt with a pink leather jacket? Who wears a green skirt? I take myself in making a disgusted look and quickly snap back to having a neutral look. ”Welcome, Welcome” the escort says. She says some stuff about random things and I pretend to listen.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> ”Now for the girls this year” she finally says before she walks over to the girls´bowl. ”Martina Covert” she shouts. The crowd gasps, and some people begin to cry. I hold my tears back to not loose face as I walk up to the stage. A tear falls from my eye when I walk up the stairs but I make sure nobody can see that I´m sad. I smile to the audience and wink, although I´m crying on the inside.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> The escort walks over to the boys´bowl and most of the boys get get nervous. ”Kieran Mattel” the escort says. A boy slowly walks towards the stage. Another boy, who by the way does not look too bad, sprints towards the stage, uses a peacekeepers shield as a ramp, jumps up to the stage, grabs the microphone and slowly says ”My name is Troy Battel, and I volunteer” looking really exhausted. The crowd goes wild and he gives me a wink. We are guided to the train and he immediately begins hiting on me.

<h3 style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> District 9 - Axel Paxton

I arrive at the reaping! So many people! I say good bye to my new boyfriend and he plants a kiss on my cheek. If it weren´t for him I would have volunteered this year. The zapper-lady asks me to take my glove off so she can take my blood. She takes my blood and I walk over to my spot. <p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> The escort walks on stage. Way too much make-up, just a red do ton her nose and she would look like a clown. The shoes does not match the top, and shorts like that should never be produced, EVER! The hair is actually styled in a pretty cool way. Not too much and not too boring. Ofc, I still look better.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> A squeaky voice comes out of the speakers when she start talking. She talks a little and then she walks over to the first bowl. ”Reyna Celesta”, poor girl. So young, so pretty. She starts crying. I wish I could take her place. A girl like that should not have to die in a game like this. The girl enters the stage and cries some more.

<p style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> The escort puts her hand in the second bowl. ”Alex Paxton” she quietly whispers into the microphone. I get in schock. I got reaped? But I just got a boyfriend who loves me, and I decided to not volunteer. This can´t be happening. I walk up to the stage. We are guided to the train and, I try to comfort the girl. I´ll do anything to protect this poor girl.

<h3 style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> District 10 - Osprey Pionus

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> ”Good luck!” my parents shout at me before I walk over to the zapper-lady. The escort enters the stage and I hurry over to my spot. The escort has the usual capitol-ish style. She has a ring with some engravements, but I can´t read them. She is all white. White hair, white face, white top, white skirt and white shoes. She even has a white umbrella. She says some shit, but I don´t listen too much.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> After she´s done with her little speech, she walks over to the girls´ bowl and draws out a piece of paper. ”Hattie Cytlinmo” she reads into the microphone. A girl walks confidently up to the stage. The escort then walks over to the other bowl and picks the deepest piece of paper she can find. I hear my name, ”Osprey Pionus”. I walk silently up to the stage. I think I can do this. I have a good aim, but I also have to get something to throw first though. Damn, it´s going to be hard, but I will win.

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<h3 class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none">District 11 - Ryan Hetlini

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> ”Today is reaping day” I say to my goldfish. ”I´m not going to get reaped though” I continue, ”because you have talked with the president, right?”. ”What do you mean you forgot to talk with him? Now I´m gonna get reaped! Well I better smuggle you with me. Then you can protect me, right?”. Matt (the goldfish) doesn´t answer. I hate when he is like that. He can be so cruel sometimes. I can´t believe he didn´t talk to the president. Well, I´ll have to get ready to kick some ass beside my best friend. He might be small but he is a flippin ninja.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> I put my friend in a plastic bag with water, put him in my pocket and walk down to the reaping. I make it in about 13 seconds. I run like super fast, and I broke the record of 400 mph. I walk over to the zapper-lady to get my blood taken. She can try to take my blood, but she will never be able to penetrate my skin. The thisng breaks and I proudly walk to my spot.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> The evil clown enters the stage. I recognise it is a she-clown. She is missing the nose but everthing else is just as a usual clown. ”Welcome, district 11” she says into the microphone. She talks some clown-ish-propoganda. I use my powers to block out her speech. The clown picks up a piece of paper from a bowl and says a name. ”Alyss Shepherd” the name she said was. A girl walks up to the stage. The clown picks another piece of pare and says my name. Damn, they found me. I start running but some of the robots catch me. I try to release my fish, Matt, on them but there are too many and they are holding my arms. They guide me to a stage, and then a train. I immediately start questoning this ”Alyss Shepherd”.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-pagination: none"> I´m really sorry if I changed too much on this tribute. I might have gone too far. If the maker of this tribute did not like this reaping, I apologize. I, at least, had fun writing it. Also, for the record, he is not totally insane, he has just locked himself into a fantasy world to protect himself from any pain.

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