User blog:Katniss992710/373rd Annual Hunger Games!


 * Okay. Since my OTHER games on my OTHER account were such a COMPLETE FAIL because I got, like, what? Four tribute entries? Anyway, I'm making another one thatis NOT GOING TO BE A FAIL(hint, hint) BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT READS THIS IS GOING TO ENTER A TRIBUTE. Okay? Okay.

INTRO

 * These are a normal hunger games. No capital, no district 13. Oh, and when your reading this, just pretend that Katniss didnt volunteer for her sister and no rebellion happened and everthing stayed the same. Snow is stilll president. And I know your all like, "What?!?!? How does that work out?!?!?!" IDK. He got some weird injection thing to live for, well, forever. Hes only like 380 years old. Hush up.


 * Okay. I suck at typing and spelling. Not really the spelling part but the typing part and thats going to cause me to spell things wrong. Also sometimes i just wont feel like capitalizing stufff. So dont be all like," OMG. YOU ARE SO LAZY CAUSE YOU CANT MOVE YOUR PINKY FINGER OVER TO THE SHIFT BUTTON AND PRESS IT DOWN THEN MOVE IT BACK."  Because guess what? I DONT HAVE PINKIES. Kidding, kidding, kidding. I Do.


 * This next thing might be confusing but IDGAF. I have my own way of deciding when the tributes die and how many die. I'll put all of the tributes names in a hat. Not a hat. I don't have a hat. But like a bowl or something. A CONTAINER. And then I will roll a dice(two dice for the bloodbath) and that is the number of tributes that will die that day. The I will pull that number of slips out of the.... container. Those tributes will die that day. If a tribute is dying or their mentor is not sponsoring/ helping them, i will add their names more times so that that tribute is more likely to die. But, if you really want your tribute to have a better chance, you can give up all of you sponser money before the games begin, and if your tributes name is pulled ,I wil put it back and draw again.-NOTE: I will put their slip back- they could still get drawn twice in a row. Their slip will only be put back once, no third or fourth chances. However, once we get to the top 5, all second chances will be taken out of the games. After that, if their name is drawn, then xP.


 * I will do reapings, training scores, the games, and what the victors life will be like after the games.

RULES

 * RULE #1: Reservations last one day. And just because you enter a tribute first doesn't mean you get the spot. But considering how my last games were such a FAIL, you might not have much competition.


 * RULE #2: DONT GET ALL UP IN MY FACE WHEN YOUR TRIBUTE DIES.


 * RULE#3: When you enter your tribute, be sure to include:


 * NAME: Please don't make it sound so stupid that it sounds more like a type of bowel movement than a name.


 * AGE: in between 12 and 18, please.


 * DISTRICT: list three, in order of preference.


 * GENDER: Male or female. Nothing in between. That's unnatural.


 * APPEARENCE: Eye color, hair color, skin color.


 * STRENGTH/WEAKNESS/WEAPON:


 * these next things aren't as important, but it will help me write the games if you include them:


 * TOKEN: optional.


 * ALLIANCES: Also optional. can be formed later on. not everyone needs to have an alliance.


 * HISTORY/ BACKSTORY: Doesn't have to be too detailed.


 * STRATEGY: At the cornucopia and in the games.


 * RULE#4: Your are your tributes' mentor. Dont forget about them and leave them. If you do, i will find someone else to be their mentor. Mentors get $500 to spend on each tribute. tributes earn $50 per kill, $50 for top eight. When you want to send your tribute an item, just tell me the item, why you want to send it to your tribute, and your tributes name. i will think of a price. don't worry, it will be reasonable.
 * RULE#5: if you're reading this, YOU HAVE TO ENTER A TRIBUTE.

ARENA.
Lalalala. Okay guys, ready for the best arena ever? Kidding, kidding, kidding. The 8 year that lives down the street came up with it ;) but she's smart, so let's see how this works out:

the cornucopia is in the very top right corner of the arena. the arena doesn't have any real shape, just kind of like a rough circle. the cornucopia is on top of  small mountain, easy to climb down on all sides except for the far right and top sides, which are impossible to climb down without, well, falling a thousand feet to your death. the area in between the tribute plates and the cornucopia is pure ice, making it harder for people to sprint to the cornucopia, giving slower people somewhat of an advantage. some of the better items( weapons, life saving medicines) will be uner about an inch of ice, so people will have to work for them. in front of each tributes pedistal is a box of 24 matches, an ice pick, and a small rope, about 7 feet long..( the rope will be useful, you'll see). if tributes are smart they will grab these things, as they could be life saving.

once tributes climb down the mountain, they will find that every step thay take away from the cornucopia gets a little warmer.the cornucopia temperature is about 5 degrees( farenheit) an the out skirts ofn the arena is about 70 degrees(farenheit). the ice and snow melts about a mile away from the mountain.

Now if the careers decie to stay on the mountain with all of the supplies, they will find themselves trapped if they ever want to leave. each day they mountain will be harder and harder to climb down.

there will be streams going down the mountain and through out the areana, water will not be hard to find. But, to trick the tributes, it will taste awkward, making the tributes think that it will be poisonous.( they will be warned of this in  training, if they go to the edibleplants station.) there will be many mutts and poisonous foods.(again, they will learn of this in training.)the slideshow below will show of some of the items. the animals that are in the slide show are the muts that will be in the arean, an the plants are a couple of the poisonous things.

CLOTHING.
In the arena, tributes will wear;

long sleeve shirt, thick black pants(will work like snowpants, but easier to move in, like sweat/yoga pants), thick socks, boots ,and a thin jacket that reflects body heat, and gloves. all of these items will keep them warm but will not make them overheated if they are in a warmer part of the arena.

the shirt, parts of the jacket, hat, and gloves wil all be in the districts color. the colors are:

1: Gold

2: White

3: Brown

4: Teal

5: Plum

6: Rose

7:Green

8: Silver

9: Yellow

10: Coral

11:Tan

12: Black



District 1: Ringlet Stellie
I wake up early, not wanting to waste a single second. I throw the covers off of my bed, forgetting all about my little sister sleeping next to me, cuddled up with her stuffed cat. I run to my dresser, grab a long sleeved lacy shirt and tight black capris, when i remember something that my father gave to me before he got sick. A dress that i was to wear the year I turned 18, the year I volunteered for the games, the year that i became a victor. i already decided that that had to be this year, even though I'm only 17. My sister starts to say something in a sleepy voice, but i can't hear because i'm too busy grabbing my dress from the back of the bottom drawer and basically diving out the door and into the bathroom.

I stand, admiring how perfectly the dress fits. Now, looking at the dress through the full length mirror, I see for the first time what I am: Thin, short, and strong. My sister is now up and calling for me to get out of the bathroom, but I don't want to stop looking at the dress. It is gold, my favorite color. It falls in a mixture of lace, satin, and velvet waves of ruffles down to my mid- thigh.The ruffles go up to the middle of my waist, then has a shiny, thick gold band, and above that a sparkly, gem covered top, finished with tight lace sleeves that flare out at my writsts. It really does fit perfectly. I run to my still-sleeping parents room, and snatch a gold necklace from my mothers jewelrybox. She was always going to let me wear it as a token. As I'm walking out of my room, I hear my father's sick, scratchy voice say my name. I turn around and walk back over to him.

"Ringlet, is that your dress? You weren't supossed to wear it until you volunteered," he says, sounding sleepy.

"I know," I say,"That's why I'm wearing it. I decided that this was the year that I'm volunteering.'

'But, you're not eighttteen yet, your not ready!"

'Dad, trust me. i'm ready. I've been training extra hard, I'm better than everyone else. Even the boys. The trainer has me teach the other kids how to use weapons because I'm better than him. Dad, I know that I can win this year."

"Why not just wait?" he asks, confused.

"Because you have to see me win. We both know you won't see that if I wait another year."

" I guess. Well, i'm going to get some more sleep. Wake me up before you leave."

"Course," I assure him. as I walk out of the room, I hear him chuckle.

I spend the next couple of hours with my mom and sister, who took the news of me volunteering better than I thought they would, then wake my dad back up. We head out the door early, knowing that it will take us longer to get to the town square, having to carry my father and all. Before I leave to stand with the other girls, my dad asks be to talk to him alone for a moment. I carry him off to the side.

"What?" I ask.

"Ringlet," says dad, sounding almost mad talking under his breath," Ringlet, I swear, you had better win this thing, then I can have the money. The money, Ringlet! I'll be able to have that surgery and survive. And then I'll be a healthy, rich, rich man. Dammit! Win!"

I'm genuinely surprised. And maybe a little confused. It sounds like my father is more concerned with being wealthy and of good health rather than having his daughter alive. I carry him back, walk away, and will myself not to cry. I rethink vounteering. I always thought that he wanted to see me win so that he could be proud of me. And he did, before he got sick. But I guess he changed his mind.

District 3:Dina Cray
I sign in and walk with a group of other 18 year old girls  to our area. My brown pants are a little too long, and I keep tripping over them. I reach my hand up to my neck and run my fingers over the flower necklae that is to be my token if I get reaped. I was told it belonged to my mother; she died when I was real little. She had me when she was 17, but got reaped the following year, when she was 18. My dad told me that she was the last non- career standing. Our escort talks for a while, but I don't listen. He goes to the boys' ball first and pulls out the first name that he touches.

"Conner Gadget," he says. A small twelve year old walks up. I know him to be ver good with explosives, but he is afraid of the smallest things. The escort shakes his trembling hand and walks over to the girs' bowl. "dina Cray," he says, loudly. I walk up to the stage, not letting how scared I am show on my face. I'm shaking like a wet dog, though, and nothing I can do stops it. The escort has me and Conner shake hands. We are escorted by some Peacekeepers until we get on to the train, and neither of us resists. We are offered food, but I can't eat. I'm already trying to figure out how to kill the Careers, as revenge, for causing me to grow upwithout a mother.

District 4: Luke Odair
The escort calls the name: Layla Mist. Oh, poor Layla. We used to be real close, but then her mom died and we never talked again. she never went to training, because she never wanted to go through all of that work and probably never be chosen. The escort walks over to the boys bowl. My palms start to sweat. I'm usually never this nervous before the name is drawn, but I guess that this year the thought of having to kill Layla gets to me. The escort pulls out the slip, and then throws it over her shoulder. she does this twice more, but then on the fourth slip she draws, pauses, then reads the name.

" Luke Odair," she calls. This name seems familiar, but i don't know where from. I look around, wanting to cach a glimpse of the person who will have to fight to the death, but only find everyone else staring at me. I'm puzzled for a while, trying to figure out what's going on. then I realize: That's me.

I freeze, not wanting to move. The peacekeepers  have to drag me up to the  stage, and put me own next to layla, but i fall over. I am wholly aware that i'm sitting on the ground, but I don't stand up. Instead, Layla sits down next to me, crying. I look at Layla's family, 5 little brothers and sisters, a dad, and her grandparents. They are all crying, too. The escort talks some more, but I can't listen. I'm too busy trying to figure out a way to make sure that Layla and I get out of this thing alive.

District 12: Auvelina Lorphelin
I wake up to the sound of footsteps outside. I peek out of the window and see crowds of people walking towards the town square. What? I'm puzzled for a moment, but then I remember: It's reaping day.

Crap! Reaping Day!?!?! It seems like it's only been a short amount of time since the last Hunger Games were over. I hurry out of bed, put on a pair of brown pants that are just a little too short, a white shirt, and clean off my brown boots. Oh, the clothes here! They are so horrible. When our family was kicked out of the capital, we had to leave all of our things behind and start a new life here in 12. And I hate it.

I walk down the dirt road to the square, getting my clean boots dirty again. Oh, well. As I stand in the section with the other 16 year old girls, I move over as close to the boys' side as I can get. Maybe all of the girls hate me, but boys don't seem to care that I am rude, snobby, and self centered. I guess I'm more attractive than most of the other girls. I sure stand out, with my shiny brunette hair and bright green eyes. everyone else here and blonde or black hair with gray or green eyes. Ugghh. SO drab. I wait eagerly for the escort to arrive, wanting to see color, clothes, jewelry, something pretty. Something from home.

When she arrives, she is wearing something that District twelve citizens would find horrid but I find absouloutly beautiful: a bright  orange skirt, a neon yellow tank top with a fabulous flower design of a darker shade of the same color, a orange wig with flowing waves that fall in layers all the way down to her hips. She must reconize that I am from the capital because she meets my eyes and gives a little wave. I wave back, feeling the other girls glaring at me. I hate them.

Somehow I'm not sad when the escort calls my name just a few moments later. I feel..hatred. I always feel this way, but now it's not towards the other people in district twelve, not to all of those girls that hate me. It's toward the capital, for evicting our family. Because if we were still there, I wouldn't be going into the arena. I walk up the few steps and onto the stage, and I can't help it: I glance behind myself, just for a moment, to see if anyone looks sad or scared for me. But it's like I'm looking in a mirror; all I see is my own hatred reflected back at me.

Careers: Gray Daniel(District one) ,Katharine Serione(District two) ,Astagon Sentarin(District two) Layla Mist(District four), Luke Odair(four)
Note:: Ringlet Stellie(1) does not wan to ally with the careers. Layla(4) and Luke(4) plan to break the alliance with the careers later on in the games.

More alliances will probably be formed during the games.