User blog:DrewlovesKuinn/The 107th Hunger Games

Okay people, this is the 5th Hunger Games of mine, and I daresay, this one WILL be the best EVER. I will start with reapings, then chariots, then training (Group), then training (Personal), then Interviews and finally, THE GAMES. As the last few of my games have been extremely sucsessful. ALL the rules will be simmilar, with a few exceptions. Just wanna say, I love writing and I hope these will be good :)

Introduction
This is the year 4107, under the rule of President Hurricane, Panem has finally found peace and harmony, but the games still run, people don't enjoy them, but they just happen. With the contiversity of last years games and there being no victor, Arabesque Lisbusten was executed publicably and the evil Kazzaman Assain will take his place. This year, she plans for the games to be very brutal and horrid. Victors of past years, including Aurora Wilde, Summer Harriet and her son Harry, Lauren Hill, Cinia Pacifica, Natalia Wren, Terri Rosedain and Pamline Falcon will all be characters in this tale of chivarly, braveness and character...

The 107th Hunger Games
This is the 107th Hunger Games, it is a normal games with the normal rules, normal ammount of tributes and deaths and normal everything. May sound boring, but I promise its not!!!

Rules
So, the rules, they are the same as the years before, but for you lazy folk, here they are!!!
 * First of all, don't get angry at me if your tribute(s) die, its the Hunger Games, and it wouldn't be the hunger games if people didn't die, it would be a stange tea party in the woods with loads of weapons... and that is boring.
 * This games, simmilar to my last games, will include mature language to an extent, if anyone has a problem, please inform me in the comments!
 * Max. 3 tributes from anyone, along with 2 stylists and anything else, please make these tribute good and not just a name.
 * No swearing at other users if they kill your tribute, this is the hunger games, and its all for fun!!!
 * Make all new bits of info about a tribute as a NEW COMMENT, it annoys me flicking through pages and pages for one comment, that may or may not be of use to me
 * Please no ADS ever, its annoying and no one goes on them anyway, and I'll just kill you AGH.
 * Don't post the same your tribute again...

Arena
No Idea, GAMEMAKERS ARE NEEDED

Gifts
All tributes can be sent something by their mentors and no one else, they can be sent anything within reason, everyone starts with one, and you get another for each day you survive. NOTE: Things like body armour and 300 knives will cost more than one gift, depending on the caliber.

Tributes
Yay, this is the fun part.

I RESERVE ANY RIGHT TO DENY A SUBMISSON IF IT IS NOT DETAILED ENOUGH ETC.

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Name

District

Age

Weapon

Appearance

Personality

Strengths

Weaknesses

Lumen's POV
I stagger out of my bed as my alarm buzzes, again and again. My eyes barely open and I think I may collapse in a minute.

"Turn that off!" screams my mum. I slam my hand down on the thing and it shuts off immeaditaly, I yawn, a big yawn, before heading over to my dresser, unfortunatley, there is a mirror on top of the cabinet and I get a glimpse of myself, and then almost jump out of my skin! Holy christ, my hair is half-mohawked on one side and flopped over my face on the other, I quickly grab a brush and drag it through my hair until I look more presentable than I was. Then I quickly throw in some clothes, a blue jumper and some jeans, I'm not a complete presentation freak, speaking of which I haven't heard fro-

"That top does not go with those jeans!" screams my sister, I spoke too soon, great. I turn to face her, little Gem, she's only 11 so she doesn't have to worry about the games, so she spends her time making sure that I'm colour coded and perfect. I stand still as she walks up to me and scoffs. I protest as she throws a soaking wet flannel at my face. Then I just snap.

"Stop being so stupid! No one cares!" I yell in her face, and then I storm out of my room, throw on mismatching shoes, just to annoy her, and walk out of the house. Not caring to close the door behind me, oh god. What have I done, I'm going to the reapings when I may be reaped and will never see her again and that's how I treat her. Oh that can't be good. I reach the square and the crowd just as Luna Radcliffe, our escort, bounds on. I quickly take the blood test and jog into the crowd. Her flourescent purple hair sways behind her as she walks across the stage, she's about 26, but she's had so many alterations that she looks around 40, her eyes are purple, and I'm sure that isn't real, and she seems to have had more plastic surgery done on her that some of the popstars in the 23rd century... Anyway, she walks across the stage dressed in a long purple dress that is translucent from the thigh down. This woman really does like purple doesn't she. The she totters across the stage to the reaping ball marked girls. Everyone falls silent as she places her hand in the ball, several girls look at it with anticipation, others with utter fear. She sways her hand left, right and the picks one up, she takes it out of the ball and giddily opens the slip.

"Rachel Edmond!" She screams, a 12 year old girl freezes and cries, I'm almost begging to voulenteer, but I'm a guy. Hundreds of hands shoot up, hundreds more sigh in relief. Luna surveys the crowd and her bush-baby purple eyes rest on one girl, she extends her hand in her direction and the girl runs onto the stage.

"My name is Artemis Swan!" she yells at us, she's around 17, and I think she's actually quite hot, but she's older than me, so it would be weird, maybe... Luna then strides over to the ball marked male, loads of guys anticipate her verdict, will they be able to go with Artemis, several cower in fear, but others, like myself, stand there, no emotions.

"Lumen James!" announces Luna, my knees buckle as I nervously head for the stage, my breathing feels forced as I stand with Artemis, she looks at me with a wary glance and what must be sympathy, no. I don't need sympathy, and I'm not gonna let some 17 year old heartbreaker stop me...

Callisto's POV
My eyes flutter open as the light streams in through the window, I want to close my eyes again but I know I can't. Its reaping today, and I need to be in the square with thousands of other kids from the district. Period. I throw back the duvet and climb out of my bed onto the marble floor of my bedroom, its freezing cold, so I hurridly put on my dressing gown and matching slippers before going into my walk in wardrobe. Its amazing, I keep forgetting how awesome it is to live here, I walk past my earings and shoes until I find my dresses, I tap the pad and a holograph of all my dresses appear, this technology was imported from the Capitol, and its state of the art, I swipe my hand and my dresses flick by, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and finally white. I select a white baby doll dress with a gold cardigan and ballet flats, I quickly slip them on and leave my wardrobe. I step down the spiral staircase to the ground floor where my parents await, my dad smiles at me, my mum beams even brighter, what is it?

"Callisto, your going to voulenteer today!" squeals my mum with utter delight, wait, what? No, no way. I look at my mum with a confused look, she beams brighter, I glance at my dad, he's giddy with delight. Oh god. Their serious? I turn round, trying not to let the confusion and shock show on my face. I can almost feel my parents' smiles drop as I storm out of the door, slamming it behind me. What were they thinking, I'm not voulenteering, never. Last year, the male got a knife in his forehead, and the girl got bitten by a spider. I'm not putting my life on the line, for them. The Capitol or my parents. I walk to the square, instead of driving, that's right. I can drive, having the richest parents in the district has its perks. To be perfectly honest, I prefer walking and being simple like the others in the district, it makes me feel, more... more normal, in a way, If you get what I mean. So I trek through the poor part of the district, I get a lot of dirty looks, that is one of the disadvantages of being super rich. So I just keep my head down, but its a little hard when everything around you is a horrible gray colour and your wearing white and gold. Why the hell did I pick this colour over colours like black... Oh well, I quickly walk to the square and stand in the que for the blood taking. Again, a load of dirty looks, and I stand out, because I'm the only one that hasn't been standing around in a worshop all morning. The girl in front of me walks through the gates and I step forward. The peacekeeper grabs my hand a little too hard. I guess he's jealous too. He grabs the blood taking machine and sticks it on my finger, and when the blood comes out, he doesn't stop, he rams it deeper and deeper into my finger, the electric pulse radiates through my veins, I think I may have a heart attack, suddenly, the head peacekeer tackles the peacekeeper off his chair, and the blood taker comes out my finger. Thank god. I look at the end of the machine, there must be around 10 millilitres of blood there, I feel woozy as I glance at my finger, then I wish I hadn't. A hole is in the tip of my finger, blood still trickiling out. I scream and run into the crowd, trying to calm myself, I take a shaky breath and steady myself, just as our escort, Mannas Flavious, a hugely fat and blue haired man, takes to the stage.

"Hey Everyone, welcome to the reapings for the 107th Hunger Games!!" he yells. He stops, waiting for applause, but to his dismay, he gets none! I almost laugh, but the pressure is on all of us, he walks over to a ball marked girls and puts his hand in, please, not me. Hundreds are on their toes, waiting to scream that they voulenteer, hundreds more sinking in fear.

"Katie Dobanar!" he screams, a terrified 12 year old girl walks onto the stage, all the girls are stunned. Screw what I said about not voulenteering, this girl has her whole life ahead of her, I'm not letting the games take that away from her.

"I goddam voulenteer!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I throw myself through the crowd, everyone stares at me in disbelief. I reach the stage and hug the girl, she thanks me and runs off the stage, back to her family. Mannas asks me my name, he already knows it, but its a formality.

"Callisto Marie." I whisper into the mic, now for the boys, Mannas walks over to the ball and sticks his hand in. He goes to say the name, but hundreds of hands shoot up, he walks to the front and chooses a small looking one named Tyson Phillips. No idea why he chose him, he was probably the smallest among the voulenteers, but he looks fierce and ready. Let the 107th Hunger Games begin Callisto, let them begin...

Ryker's POV
"Ouch!" I exclaim as my finger touches the underside of the remote, I flip it over, wires are exposed. I just got an electric shock! I glance to the right and my brother Axel stands there sniggering. He thinks this is funny, I'll show him what is funny. I stand up from the seat and storm over to him, he instantly shuts up and craps himself, he may be 16 and tall, but I'm taller, so I tower over him, fists clenched. He glances to the left, then the right, and then he does something I don't expect, he slaps me right in the face. I swing for him and slam him in the jaw with my right hand. He falls to the ground and I resist the urge to show my pain, I glance at my knuckles, the skin looks almost grated off and red. Perfect. I look at my snivelling excuse of a sibling, and then I kick him in the base of the back, he goes sprawling across the floor, howling in pain. I lean down to him and move away a strand of hair.

"Reapings." I whisper menacingly into his ear, he tries to move his head, but instead smacks it off the floor. I laugh a little before walking out of the room, there, that will teach him not to do that to me. I grab my coat of the rack and go out the door, into the raining streets of District 3, I walk to the square as fast as I can, I hate the reapings, a lot, and I want them over with. Badly, I hear footsteps and I see my brother leave the house and run up to me, I ignore him, deftly looking the other way as he tries to speak to me, he starts tugging on my jacket and I lose it.

"Get the hell away from me!" I scream in his face, I kick him in the groin and leave him there, crying in pain in the middle of the street. God, will that kid ever learn, I make it to the square on time and stand in the que for blood taking, my brother arrives, covered in mud and water, his hair unkempt and shaggy. Wow, he sees me and joins a different que, yeah, he's trying to dodge me. The peacekeeper calls me forward and I stick out my finger, he takes the blood, but it was the same finger as the electric shock, so it is more painful than usual. Silently, I stand with some others in my class as we wait for our rep, Lucy Uganda. When she does arrive, its obvious she has, last year, she was vaugley normal, now, she's pink... She walks across the stage, her green hair dancing behind her in a cascade of curls. I think I'm going to be sick... She looks like something our ancestors would call "out of a horror movie". She totters over to the ball marked girls in her... flamboyant yellow outfit, and sticks her hand in. She swirls it left and picks one.

"Jone Depaul!" She yells, A older girl walks onto the stage and stands with Lucy, no emotions. Now they boys, I look for Axel, I can't see him anywhere, where is he. I'm shocked back to my senses by Lucy, of all people.

"Axel Zayn!" yells Lucy. Oh my god. I hate my brother, but I love him. My hand flies into the air and I scream my name over and over.

"Ryker Zayn!" I scream and yell over and over, my feet find the stage and I run to Lucy, the world begins to fleet in front of my eyes and I feel my body hit the ground...

Perdere's POV
"Blue or Periwinkle?" I ask my sister Sandy. She shrugs and goes back to painting her nails black and putting on mascara. I need to look my best for the reapings, we are a career district. We must make an impression on the escorts if we wish to voulenteer, then again, Sandy is too goth to be selected, I glance back and she is inkking her golden locks with black marker, she could be so beautiful if she followed my fashion tips, I place the periwinkle against my skin, then the blue, yeah, periwinkle is better. I slip the satin top over my head and tie a ribbon around my waist as a belt, then I grab some jeans and step into them, I turn to Sandy and she looks at me like I've grown another head. She walks towards me with that marker and I swat it out her hands, it flies towards the window and crashes through it, raining glass and marker ink onto passers by below. Great. I look at Sandy and she looks terrified. I step into my shoes and storm downstairs, to where my mum sits, reading the newspaper and eating breakfast. I storm over to her.

"Why did you have to have nine children? Why not just one!" I slam my hand on the table and then storm away, just as Sandy walks down the stairs, decked out in her goth clothes. I roll my eyes and slam the door on my way out. I remember before the accident. Me, Sandy, Mum, Dad. My other 7 siblings. Reef, Tide, Blue, Mariana, Pearl, Crest and, most hauntingly, Allie. Its such a clear memory. Dad taking us out on the boat. Mum, Sandy and I staying at the back, the other 7 playing around. One lifeboat. On hell of a stormy day. I remember the waves crashing over the side of the boat, my brothers getting soaked. Dad trying to warn them not to get to wet. Sandy, 5 year old Sandy, and 7 year old Perdere, sat with their Mum, too scared to join in. Then there was that huge wave, it came right over and hit Tide, he was thrown off the boat by the force and we tried to help, we throwed the life jacket, another wave hit, just as Dad ran for Allie, he was swept off the boat, one by one, they were all thrown from the boat, only Blue, Sandy, Allie, Mum and myself were left on the boat, blood, my brothers and sister's blood, was all over the floor, our boat was cracked and smashed. Blue was 14, so he held 3 year old Allie, he went to go to the capitan's quarters, to steer us back to the main land, but, this month, was shark month. A shark jumped from the water and took a chunk of Blue's head off, Allie fell as we raced for her, the water hit again, sweeping her from us, into the water, as we watched as she helplessly drowned. I, as the oldest child left, was awarded with a fish cross, meaning I would get food delivered every day to my house for my bravery and chivarly. Yeah right, but the upside was, I didn't have to take teressa, at all.

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