User blog:Misytmolla/56th Hunger Games

Hello Everyone. This blog post will be dedicated to an independent game I will be writing in my spare time. This will involve tributes entirely of my creation, but if you would like to - feel free to follow these games and leave any criticism or support. These games will be based within the Hunger Games universe. However, I will try to avoid referencing parts from the books in order to avoid cliche. If you plan to read this, enjoy.

Introduction
56 Years have passed since the uprising by the 12 districts against the Capitol was ended. In penance for the uprising, the Capitol decreed that every year one male and female from each District, between the ages of 12 and 18, would be selected by random lottery to participate in an event know as the 'Hunger Games'. The 24 selected tributes would then be taken to the Capitol to be groomed to an eventual fight in an arena - until there is one lone Victor. This victor serves as a reminder of the Capitol's forgiving and kind nature whilst the 23 dead tributes also sends the message of the unquestionable power and authority of the Capitol. The 55th Annual Hunger Games saw the victory of Roman Slate of District 2 and now commences the 56th Annual Hunger Games.

District 2: Lucia Shale
My hands grip my linen sheets as I sit at the edge of my bed. I bit my lower lip and focus my attention on a small spider scuttling along my bedroom floor. I feel the butterflies in my stomach slowly turning to nausea and I rest one of my quivering hands on my stomach. I resent myself for this weak behaviour. I'm usually never so un-composed but, regarding the circumstances, I'm not too surprised by my unconventional behaviour.

I hear cheerful shouts and laughter begin to make their way into my bedroom, where below me on the street a large crowd of excited teenagers make their way to the District square. A loud burst of music begins to fill the street of District 2 and the unmistakable feeling of Reaping Day begins to dawn on me. I feel nausea begin to settle in again. This is the day that defines me. This is the day that I will volunteer for the Hunger Games; my last ever opportunity. It's a terrifying thought...not being chosen. I silently hope to myself that this year's escort has a brain; as the girl picked last year was entirely useless.

As I reminisce on how I should have been the victor of last years games; a loud siren begins to fill the District. I don't have much time left. Before descending downstairs, I examine myself in the mirror. I'm usually never so dressed up, but today I wear a silver dress alongside diamond encrusted silver heels imported from District 1. I see them as appropriate, regarding that my first impression to the Capitol will be the most important one I will ever make. I've never been the most beautiful girl, but I leave my room satisfied that the escort will notice me.

I exchange goodbyes with my parents. They both show me to the door with tears in their eyes, the pride of having a son or daughter compete in the Hunger Games is unparalleled by anything else. I shall do them both proud. I try to regain my composure but the anxiety and fear of not being chosen undoubtedly have power over me as I shift out the door.

The atmosphere of the District is incredible. I've never known a time period other than the Hunger Games when District 2 has been so united and vibrant - it is truly is an amazing spectacle. The square is crowded and the Justice Building is adorned with Capitol Slogans and beautiful artwork. I hardly wince as my blood is taken and I'm directed towards the area designated for the 18-year-old females. I push my way through the other girls until I find a spot near the edge of the group. The others are angsty and nervous. I pity them. They all think they are going to be the chosen ones but as I soak up the envious glares directed towards me I am once again reminded that I am the best. They don't stand a chance.

I stand silently but I'm impatient. My foot continually tapping against the marble floor until I begin to see the escort, Lucinda Duvall, take her place at the centre of the stage. I take a dry swallow and correct my poise as her narrow, violet eyes scan the crowd like a predator carefully selecting its prey. She lets out a little cough and begins speaking.

"Hello, District 2. Judging by what I've seen I can assume you're all very excited for the commencement of the 56th Annual Hunger Games"

She's met with thunderous applause, cries and shouts of support and praise. I let out my fair share of shouts and cheers but I limit myself - I don't plan to have lost my voice when I take my position on stage. Lucinda smiles and introduces District 2's numerous Victors. The final, and most important one - Roman Slate - victor of last years Hunger Games is met with tremendously loud applause, flowers thrown at his feet as the other VIctors shift uncomfortably and in jealousy. I feel somewhat guilty. His time as Districts 2's newest victor will be ever so short, I smile at the thought as I lick my lips.

Lucinda ends the formalities and the crowd behind to shift excitedly like a powerful electricity is running through every single person in the District. "Now, I bring the event you have all been waiting for" she lets out a high chuckle as she approaches the large girl's bowl. I tense my body, my legs shaking and my face flushed as she begins to descend her hand into the bowl. My heart stops as she pauses and giggles "Remember Ladies, no volunteers until after the name has been read. We don't need any more injuries now, do we?". I hear a few chuckles yet I remain stoic, I can't let anything distract me. I learnt that in the training academy.

Lucinda pulls out the slip and reads out "Viola Calcite!"

I, along with at least a dozen other girls scream "I volunteer" in union. This is followed by more until the crowd descends in utter chaos. I've lost all my composure as I wave my hands in the air - desperately trying to grab the attention of Lucinda. She examines the crowd once again, with the same narrow eyes until I lock eyes with her. Her lips curl into a smile and she points in my direction.

"You! The girl with the red hair with the 18-year-olds, come up, dear!"

I can hardly contain my euphoric mood as I barge past the other 18-year-olds, some of whom mutter obscenities at me as I begin my journey to the stage. I have to will myself not to cry with joy, an almost impossible task as I stand on the stage. I take it all in, my district all stand before me - many people smiling and nodding to each other approvingly.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

I try to regain my strong stance but I giggle into the microphone "Lucia Shale". I feel light as if I'm dreaming. It's a feeling I never want to end. Lucinda looks at me once again as the District burst into applause. She puts her hand onto my shoulder and grips it with her talon-like nails - oddly tight - as she escorts me to my place on stage, releasing me as I roll my shoulder back in discomfort with a smile still plastered on my face.

Lucinda repeats the process with the boys and once again, chaos descends. I examine my potential District partners and then Lucinda beckons a tall male from the 18-year-old area to join her on stage. As he gets closer my smile begins to fade away as his identity becomes revealed to me. He's massive, muscular and stunning. His electric blue eyes and silky black hair are enough to make any girl weak at the knees. I don't know him personally, his reputation from the academy precedes him. This is Augustus Tripp. My idea of an easy and secure victory becomes questioned and I begin to feel intimidated. He's not only known for his combat ability, but he's also known for his sheer brutality. As he takes his place next to me and reveals his name to the District, he is met with an applause I believe to have been more eager and more enthusiastic than the one given to me. The applause ends and an excited Lucinda takes her place centre stage.

"District 2! I give you your tributes. Augustus Tripp and Lucia Shale!"

The District cries with applause, throwing us flowers and other small gifts. I pick up a rose and wave to the crowd, alongside Augustus. Then, as is tradition, Augustus and I shake hands. His grip is strong but I don't let him see that. I smile at him with cold and narrow eyes and I receive the same look from him as his grip tightens around my hand. As he releases me I whisper with a small grin "Congratulations August, good luck in the arena."

"You too" He lets out a small laugh and offers out his arm - charming - which I take as we make our way into the Justice Buildin, leaving together as a united and proud pair. I ponder as to how I'll be able to dispose of him...when the time comes.

District 6: Darius Chaac
TBC

District 9: Rollo Gaunt
TBC

District 10: Livia Hurd
TBC

Kiara Mitchell (District 1)
TBC

Training
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Training Scores
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Interviews
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