User blog:~PopTart~/The 2nd Alliance Games

Intro
My first attempt at making these Games didn't turn out so well, asI didn't get too many tributes in. Now I'm going to try again, and hopefully more people come. These Games are one year after Henna Morasca and Cedar Chase won the first ones. You can submit the same tributes you did to the first draft of these Games if you'd like.

Tribute Template
(Three per person)

Name: (First AND Last name)

Age:

Gender:

District: (1-13, Capitol)

Appearance: (I'll be having a gallery for these in Lunaiis. If you don't make one, I can)

Personality:

Backstory:

Weapons:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Allies:

Twists
Along with the normal twist for the Alliance Games, there will be some more twists. If you haven't seen the first ones, there will be twenty-eight pairs of tributes, each connected by an 8 foot long rope. If they kill their partner, they get killed themself by the Gamemakers. If your partner dies, you have to carry them around. The rope can only be snapped if the other tribute is dead, and the living one's mentor pays for it to break off, and it's not cheap.

Twist 1
On different days, one third of all the tributes are not allowed to be killed by any other tributes, though they can be killed by natural causes. If a tribute kills them, the tribute gets killed themself by the Gamemakers.

Twist 2
There will be twice the number of tributes in the arena, as the Capitol's angry that two victors won, and they weren't partners.

Arena
Ninja~Toast guessed the arena correctly. It's based off of Divergent. There are five factions, each based on a positive characteristic that the people there improve on. In their arena there will be...

Abnegation
In Abnegation, there are almost no mirrors. The people there focus on selflessness, and don't even look at themselves. Most things there are gray and dull, and the government is ruled by Abnegation.

Amity
In Amity, their land is mostly farmland. They focus on kindness. There are lots of hospitals there too, and it's easy to get around. Most things there are bright and sunny. Amity is a large faction.

Candor
This faction is the least described in the books, but I'll interpret what I thought it would be like. They have to be honest there. I thought of it near Lake Michigan, with lots of fishers there. They also have quite a few buildings.

Dauntless
It's dangerous around Dauntless. There are many dangers, including the chasm, which four characters either fell down or almost fell down. Their quality is bravery, and it can be risky walking around there.

Erudite
Erudite is very organized. They have many buildings and libraries. They have to be intelligent to be in Erudite. It's mostly urban, but has a few forests. It has good resources there.

Factionless
The Factionless area is left alone. The Factionless lived here, a group of people who didn't fit into any. Most tributes won't go here, and they wouldn't want to either. Nothing is here.

Before the Games
Before the Games, I'm going to go into detail. We'll have the reapings, train rides, chariot rides (not stylists, just them in their chariot), group training, and a bit of pre-Games.

Detria Glace
I wake up to the light beep of my alarm.

"Mom, it's time for the reaping," I whisper in her ear. She gets up and walks over to the kitchen.

"Good morning Detria. Are you nervous?"

"Yes," I quickly respond.

"Well don't be. Here, take a cup of tea." I take the warm cup into my hands. As I drink it, I feel soothed, relaxed, and calmed. She's always made the best tea.

"I can go by myself," I say to her. She pats me on the shoulder and kisses my forehead. In public I'd be embarassed, but it felt good at home.

"Thanks mom," I tell her. I walk through our small and cluttered house and reach the door. Outside I smell factory exhaust and cringe my nose. You never get used to that. Then a clique of girls walks up to me. Oh no.

"Like my dress?" one girl rudely asks me. I wish I could say yes, but my autism kind of forces the truth out every time.

"No," I say timidly.

"Better than the rags your wearing," she says. I look at myself, and see a small pale green dress.

"My mother made this!" I yell at her. She frowns, and slaps me in the face. I fall to the ground, and just as she's about to punch me, someone yells for her to stop. The girls run away quickly.

"Koto!" I yell in delight. He runs up and helps me stand.

"Don't listen to them," he says.

"Thank you," I say, hugging him. I slip his work gloves off his hands and into my pocket.

"You could've asked," he says jokingly. I smile back at him. We finally arrive at the reaping. The escort had her arms transformed into giant parrot wings, and has rainbow skin. She can actually fly for brief periods of time.

"Welcome District 5!" she yells in excitement. "Today we will reap four tributes to compete in the Second Alliance Games!" she puts her hands down, as if expecting an applause, but gets none. "Let's get to the names, shall we?"

She puts her fingers, which now barely stick out of her wings, into the bowl, and picks out an unfortunate girl's name.

"Jeremy Greffish!" she calls. A girl with black and red hair goes to the stage, and a boy calls out 'Jer' which must be her nickname. I think she's twelve.

"Detria Glace!"

Oh no. I'm not supposed to be like this. It's a battle to the death. Hasn't my life been hard enough?

"Koto!" I call. Though he's trying to hide it, tears are running down his face. I run to him. Just as I'm about to fall into his arms, a hand reaches around my neck and takes me to Jer and the escort.

"And our first male tribute is Cliyo Emetie!" I've heard of him. He's rather popular, and in my grade.

"And finally, Draken Water." A boy with brown hair walks up to Jer and hugs her. Why couldn't I hug Koto one last time?

He looks into my eyes, and I look into his.

He cries my name.

I look back at him.

I know I have to win.

For District 5.

For Koto.

Theo Clair
I run over to the sink to wash my hands. My mother makes the best food ever. I tell her thank you, though I can't even hear myself. She puts her hand on her chin with her thumb out and lowers it. That means thank you. People can't communicate to me in English, because I'm deaf, but I try to not let it affect me. Esther walks over and grabs my hand. Mom waves goodbye to me, and Esther walks me out to the reaping square. Esther starts signing to me. He signs say,

Are you nervous? I shake my head, and she nods. She's also deaf, so she can't hear me if I said 'no'. I wish I was Esther. She doesn't have to worry about being reaped. A girl playing an ocarina and a boy playing the guitar sit on the side of our street, and I toss them a coin, even though I can't hear a thing. Once we arrive to the reaping, a man who is actually normal looking begins moving his mouth around. I look as the girl who played the ocarina walks up to the stage. Following her is a girl who looks rather scary to me. A boy with blond hair and scars on his face walks up next, and he announces the last name. No one goes. Finally, the Peacekeepers start checking their computers for something. One runs my direction and carries me onto the stage.

"Was I reaped?" I ask. A few of them move their mouths, but I have to tell them that I'm deaf before they answer again. They nod their heads, and I look nervously as the Peacekeeper takes us to the train. I still don't know their names, and I'm scared to death. I didn't even get a chance to see Esther.

Antelope Grain
A chicken cluck is the first thing I, and probably all my neighbors, wake up to this morning. A gun bangs, and a voice yells out, "Honey, we got dinner!"

I walk out to check on our plants. I water the tomatoes, as last time the tomatoes weren't watered, I got whipped. I still have a lash mark on my back. The cabbage looks healthy, and I think the carrots are ready to harvest. I look down at my clothes, a tattered up light brown tuxedo with a bowtie made out of corn leaves. Not the best, but the best we have.

"Ready?" my mom calls from inside.

"Yeah," I reply meekly. "I'll get going,"

As I walk to the reaping, I notice that there's a lot more kids than there were last time. "What happened?" I ask a boy standing next to me.

"An orphanage from District 9 couldn't afford to live there, so they moved here two days ago." he says to me, as if it were obvious. Then the escort, with hair so long, it went off the stage and to who knows where. "Zenia Meadow!" she calls. A small girl walks up, looking scared as a rabbit. She has a brown birthmark on her forehead. "Xenia Meadow!" a girl who looks almost like Zenia comes up. She has less bangs and a yellow birthmark instead of a brown one. "Banjo Redwood!" A boy walks up, looking scared confident, but I think he's scared inside. "And Antelope Grain!" No, not me. I have to be dreaming. Please! I'm sweating like crazy now as I try to walk up towards everyone else. Zenia cries out to her mother, and her birthmark begins shining. So does Xenia's. Half the crows gasps, but the glow finally goes away.

"To the train!"