User blog:MR.Clove14/The 100th Hunger Games!!

SIGNING UP YOUR TRIBUTES!!! (IMPORTANT)
I AM TAKING TRIBUTES

Requirments:

Name

Age

District:

Weapons:

Gender:

Skills:

Weakness:

Appearance:

Interview Angle:

Strategy:

Alliances:

I am doing a Quater Quell. You may ONLY sign up FIVE tributes, if you enter more NONE of them will get in. The Twist for these games is that there 48 tributes. Be creative. Oh and the first 40 applicants will get. If your tribute is not in the right spot please notifiy me. If the place in the district is taken i will do my best place your tribute. I WILL NOT CHANGE ANYTHING WHEN THE REAPINGS START. Have fun. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Sponsoring
The user may only sponsor their tribute. Tributes will ONLY HAVE ONE GIFT SENT TO THEM PER DAY! Each tribute will start out with $300 and will earn $25 a day and $100 for each tribute killed by your tribute. I will keep a chart of the money your tribute has, so ask me if you can send a gift gift to your tribute. Each day the price of things will go up $25.

Arena
 Light green is grassland

Regular green is forest

Dark green is tropical forest

light blue is a river

regular blue is a lake

dark blue is the ocean

red a volcano

brown is desert

The island in the middle where the cornucopia is and then there is surrounding island for shelter. The tributes platforms are in the water so they get lifted up and they're surface of the platform is above water. And they will have to swim in a mutt infested water to a near by island or the cornucopia then swim to a island unless they would like to stay at the cornucopia.

District 1
Mena’s POV

I woke up with ease and get dressed. I put on the nicest clothes I have, then run down the stairs. I grab a glass of water and get on my way to the reapings. I spot some people that are walking to the reapings. I see that they are scared and I saw one even crying. I try not to get down, but it’s natural.

I get to the registration table and let the Peacekeepers take my blood and take my finger prints. Then they direct us too our seat. In District 1 the reapings are a lot different in this district they’re… a lot nicer. Instead of standing while we wait. We have a lunch prepared for us, and then we get to the reapings.

Our lunch they prepared for us was a Capitol dish they make a lot. It took about a half an hour to get the lunch done. Then our escort Falkstreak Lapworth made his entrance. He was wearing a light blue suit with a orange polka dots on the blazer. He was wearing heavy make-up and a orange wig

“Welcome, welcome, Happy Hunger Games and May the odds be ever in your favor. Now let’s begin with the gentlemen.” He walks over to the big glass bowl and grabs two names and walks back to the podium.

“Aaron Diamond and Maroon Cutter. Now before you walk up here are there any volunteers?” I looked as if millions of hands went up. “Oh, some many to choose from, but only enough for one. How about you.” He points to a 17 year-old with glasses. Maroon and the other tribute walk up to the stage standing on one side of Falkstreak.

“And now the ladies.” He walks over to the big glass bowl that has my name in there somewhere. “Chloe Bridgewater and Kennedy Gloss. Ladies wait for a volunteer if there is one. Are there any volunteers?” Mine was the only one that was up. I knew then that I’m going to do what I’m destined to do, which is to win the Games for my district. “What is your name young lady.”

“My name is Mena Goldburg.”

District 3
Aria Camelliston [POV]

I played music and danced a little as I got dressed into my dress. It was white, mid-thigh, with a white under covering with white lacy designs over it. The top cut off at the chest with no straps, but it wasn't strapless. It was one of those dresses that have sleeves that don't lay on the shoulders, but right below them. That part was lace with no white under-covering so that my arms could breath through the lace's seams, and they cupped tightly on my wrists. I wore white-and-golden wedges, that looked great since I am so tanned. I had my hair straightened, and I put in my Mockingjay earrings, hoping nobody would notice the sign of a rebel. I had a golden ring to match, as well as bangles. It matched my golden-brown eyes. Perfect. My nails were manicured, and I danced over to my bathroom, humming to the music.

Today I was in a good mood. I don't think I would be very bothered if I were reaped. I could definitely win. I began putting on my pink lip gloss and makeup. Then I looked closer into the full length mirror. My smile faded. I'm pretty... right? I mean, everyone is. In their own way. I turned sideways and rubbed my hand over my flat stomach. Is that healthy? Well, it doesn't really matter... I don't eat much anymore. Sometimes I throw up just so I can stay thin.. Skinny is beautiful.. Isn't it? I frown and concentrate on my stomach, rubbing it sadly. I frown. Maybe I should appreciate my meals. Some people- "Aria!" My father, the mayor, cried. "Coming daddy!" I squeal and run downstairs to him. I fake a smile and twirl. "What do you think?" I smile. "Gorgeous." He says and hugs me. I hope he means that. We got to the reapings, and the escort called out the female tribute names first. Yes, tributes. They began that sick crap last year.

"Joanna Daniels and Aria Camelliston!" The escort cries. The 15-year-old walks to stage. I am shocked. It's me. I smile fakely and walk to the stage as I realize there's no time to be pretty in the Hunger Games. I have to eat.. My brother stares in horror.

"Now for the male tributes- Hugo Bulgfro!" He walks to the stage. "Marcu-" "I VOLUNTEER!" Aiden cries and runs to the stage. I stare at him in horror, now. "NO AIDEN!" I scream. I won't be able to win now. I can't kill him. "Aria.. I won't let you get hurt." His jaw tightens. "Aiden why.." I whisper, and a tear streams down my face. He pulls me close and I hold onto him in shock. My mother is crying. My father even is for once.. We walk to the Justice Building together, hand in hand firmly. I don't care what I look like now. I care how the hell we're gonna break out of here.

District 5
District Five Reaping

Lavender Cleaver's POV

The 100th Hunger Games. Four tributes going in for each district. And one of them could be me. I watch as the woman pricks my finger taking blood. I walk to my section and I watch our escort introduce the movie. BORING! Now she walks over to the girls' reaping ball and pulls out a name."Lavender Cleaver!" She says. ME! I walk to the stage and she walks over to the girls reaping ball again."Hana Garret!" She says. The girl walks on the stage and then the escort walks over to the boys' reaping ball and pulls out another name."Quincy Williams!" She says and walks back over."Gabirel DiPablo!"

District 6
District Six Reaping

Blade Emmett's POV

The man at the table pricks my finger and I walk to the 15 year old boy section and stand while the dorky escort shows us the really stupid film from the Capitol. She walks over to the girls' reaping ball and pulls out two slips at a time. She reads them quickly."Cassandra Castle and Starship Luni!" She walks over to the boys reaping ball and pulls two out."Blade Emmett and Raven Emerald!" Me!====District 6====