User blog:Happy Meadows/100th Hunger Games

Hello! I'm excited to host my. . . . THIRD Hunger Games!

So, I decided to make this one a quarter quell! The twist will be the same as the 50th Hunger Games; there will be TWICE the number of tributes! Two males and two females from each district, plus two males and two females from the Capitol and District 13

Here are some rules you MUST follow. Thanks for being awesome!

1. You may submit up to 4 tributes!

2. Try to make the name sound nice, alright?

3. DO NOT use names you have given to otherd, PLEASE MAKE UP A NEW TRIBUTE for these games!

4. For tribute submissions, please fill out the following forms: (Limit 4 submissions)

Name:

District:

Gender:

Age:

Weapon of choice:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Appearance: (Include height)

Personality:

Allies?:

5. For stylist submissions, please fill out the following forms: (Limit 2 submissions)

Name:

Age:

District:

Female Chariot Outfit:

MCA:

6. For escort submissions, please fill out the following forms: (Limit 2 submissions)

Name:

Age:

District:

Appearance:

7. For mentor submissions, please fill out the following froms: (Limit 3 submissions)

Name:

Age:

District:

Teaching Style:

Thanks!

^READ THE RULES^

'''ALSO, A FAIR WARNING TO EVERYBODY. THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SOME MATURE LANGUAGE, SO IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM WITH THAT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN TRY TO TONE IT DOWN. THANKS!'''

'''ALSO, THE REAPINGS AND GAMES WILL BE WRITTEN IN ALTERNATING FIRST PERSON POV'S. THIS MEANS NOT EVERYONE WILL GET A FIRST PERSON POV, OR EVEN SPEAK, BECUASE THEY COULD DIE FIRST. HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!'''

I WILL WRITE REAPINGS AND THE GAMES, BUT NO INTERVIEWS OR CHARIOT RIDES.

District 1: Neo Torque, 18-
"All right children," the voice of our District guide, Samus, rings out, "let's get this reaping over with shall we? I know you kiddies in District 1 are ruthless, blood-thirsty monsters and you enjoy killing and torturing. And, I know I shouldn't even bother picking a name from this," she motions towards a large, clear bowl, "as you all will volunteer! And, remember, this year is a Quarter Quell, so two females and two males will be in the games! Let's start with the young ladies, do we ha-"

"I volunte-", screams out one girl before she is interrupted by another.

"No me, I want t-," the second girl is interrupted again as the section of girls goes crazy and starts rushing towards the stage. I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. I wish these silly girls would just be settled already so I could make my debut as this years sure to be victor. Yes, me, Neo Torque of District 1. Growing up in a careers district, I obviously trained my entire life to go into these games. Spending hours a day, everyday for years training for this very moment. And I'm ready. Ready for the feel of a weapon sliding underneath my fingers, making my hands calloused and warm. Ready for the feel of fresh blood as I strike down my first tribute. I'm finally 18, I'm finally powerful enough to take on anyone who opposes me.

"Okay," Samus' voice shrieks out, thus breaking me from my glorious thinkings, "the female volunteers for the 100th Hunger Games are Gemmel-"

"Call me Gem," a tall gril with shimmering, dirty blond hair interrupts."

"Okay then," Samus' clears her voice in annoyance, "the female volunteers this year are Gem Ree and Veronica Greentail." Samus motions towards the other female, who is much shorter and sports curly blonde hair.

I grin happily, my pearly white teeth glinting in the harsh sun. "Now," the escort begins, "for the bo-".

"Stop," I call out as I begin to walk towards the stage and the three girls occupying it, "I volunteer. And I'm taking my friend Paul with me." I stop the grab the shoulders of the other male, the guy whose been my lifelong enemy. "Is it okay with you, Paul," I whisper slyly as he snarls, "or are you too much of a pus**?"

"Stupid escort lady," Paul growls out as he narrows his eyes at me and makes his way to the stage, "I volunteer as well."

"Alrighty," Samus calls out giddily to us, but mostly the crowd, "what are your names?"

"I'm Neo Torque," I say, grinning all the while.

"And you young man?" Samus questions.

"I'm Paul Dranaryna," he hisses, still looking at me with venomous eyes.

Samus giggles and flaps her arms happily. "Hoorah! Our tributes this year are Gem Ree, Veronica Greentail, Neo Torque and Paul Dranaryna! Give an applause to these brave tributes!"

The crowd errupts in applause as they always do. And, in the back of my mind, I'm wondering what the applause will sound like when I return home with the crown of victory.

District 2: Diana Tanner, 18-
I run my slim fingers through my platinum blonde hair as I sit on the velvety seats of the train carrying me and my fellow tributes to the Capitol to be trained for a battle royale to the death. I sigh quietly under my breath, and I beat my blue eyes slowly as I take in my surroundings. It may not seem like it to everyone, but volunteering for the Hunger Games is still a nervewracking and terrifyinf event. I wouldn't have volunteered if I didn't think I could make my way out of the bloody arena. Obviously I felt confident in myself, or I wouldn't have put my life on line for a nicer house and a but of extra food. But, my stomach is still full of butterflies and my whole body is shaky and jittery. I almost feels sick, but I double over to quell the urges.

I hear the other girl volunteer, a young lady I actually knew from my childhood, Remy Granily talk about how strong and dominative she thinks this years careers pack will be. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the male volunteers, Mike Turino, a tall, hunky, muscular guy and Gary Mitty, a short little pipsqueak, nod in agreement to something Reny said. But for some reason, I don't hear anything. No sounds, none at all. No buzzing, no whirring, no voices; utter silence. My stomach and my mind begin to feel with warm pools of dread and fear.

I can't believe it. . . but I'm actually having second thoughts about this. I'm afraid; I'm upset. I'm regretting my decision to give my life away.

The feeling of utter quiet remains, but now I don't see anything. No bright lights, passing landscapes or light red, velvety train seats. Darkness. I see pitch black.

The I feel a thud. I feel my body thudding against the floor as a faint. I feel the vibrations of the gasps from the escort, mentor and tributes. I feel them coming towards me, grasping me and lifting me up.

But I see nothing, and I hear nothing. Not a thing but my own mind. Nothing but blackness.

District 3: Clara Pearl, 16-
Trembling and shaking like a small puppy in a cold and dreary rain shower, my wet eyes trail downwards. I take in a disgraceful scene; my view is nothign but my mothers vomit covered dress and tarnished, black shoes.

"Oh my, come now dear," my escort, Donna Snowe, whispers out sympathetically as she slowly rubs my back in comfort. "I know your upset, but I believe in you. Of course you have the right to be scared; everyone should. But I see something special in you. If you put your mind to it, and try your hardest, I think you could win this thing."

I look up teary eyed, my lips wriggling as if I'm about to burst into tears again. I lean in and grasp Donna's neck tightly, careful to avoid rubbing my vomit on her chest. She doesn't seem to mind however, as she returns my hug with fevor.

"Now, do you want me to walk you to the train with the rest of the tributes," she cooes out as she strokes my hair gently, "and would you like me to sit with you during the train ride?"

I nod my head gently. "Thanks," I whisper in her ear as she slowly raises me up from the ground.

"My pleasure deary. I hate to see sad people," Donna cooes out affectionately.

I ignore the snickers and insults I hear all around me. Damn them all, I have the right to be scared and upset. I'm about to be sent to a slaughterhouse; and chances are I wont be the winner. I mean, the last winner from District 3 was Natalie Gray all the way back in the 56th Hunger Games. And the only reason she won is because she had those great allies from District 4, the little girl Sharlet and the gay boy Waverly. Natalie's, what, 60 years old by now? And it's been. . . 44 years since she won. She's the only person who's been mentoring us District 3 kids for 44 years. Well, not the only one if you count that Samuel guy. But, he didn't even win a games. He was just brought in because Natalie was getting old, and she needed to retire.

Yeah, damn sure I have the right to be upset. District 3 hasn't had a victor in years. But if what Donna said was true. . . maybe that will all change this year.