User blog comment:Cupcakes With Flames/The 86th Hunger Games/@comment-25090155-20140626234414/@comment-6042880-20140627025752

Lightning:

"Hello again, Lightning.." said the gamemaker as I walked in. I eye him, and he gives me a pleased smile. "What an argument you put up at the reapings in order to be in the games.. Shame, truly. What was it again? Kidnapped family or something?" He then chuckles to the people who paid extra to see everyone train. I squint and I reply. "None of your business wether or not I wanted to be back in or not, after all I'm just another tribute to keep an eye on in the games".

Their laughs quiet down as the gamemaker coughs out one last laugh. "Please, begin"

I walk over to the weapons rack, and I eye a sword. But.. something about it. I jump back a bit as I touch the handle, covered in blood and brain matter. I blink twice and suddenly I see a normal sword again. I growl under my breath as I grab the sword hastily. Some dummies poised in attacking formations, and I run over to them, swinging my sword at the waist of one of them. I feel it slice through like it was nothing, and it slides off ast an angle. As soon as I hear the clatter of the dummy's body, I start to swing my sword skillfully and almost not applying any energy into it as the forces of gravity let me move it around as I wish.

A dummy is left without a hand, another is beaten and hacked at, I just keep spinning around as I do more and more damage, stuffing and pieces of industrial foam flying everywhere. I then stop, and once the dummies fall apart, I can only hear myself panting and the angry look in my eyebrows show up within my line of sight. Man, I was pissed.

The claps start to accumulate, apparently I did well. I don't care though, I know how they get your hoped up. I've been a victor before. All I care about is winning, not for me, not for money, but to make sure that Jules doesn't even lay a single finger on my family.

Iggy Coupe:

What did I get myself into, haha. I've been watching all the other tributes leave their training sessions, fire in their eyes and.. How am I going to stand up to them? I need an alliance, or else I'm screwed. "Well?" says the gamemaker, I snap out of my thoughtless trance and focus. Right, I was going to make a pressurised dagger launching device out of some pressure-powered stuff. I grab a rubber band off the miscellaneous rack and then find some building blocks designed like sticks. I guess we'd have to whittle em out in the arena.. but never mind. I then take the handle of the dagger and wrap it around the rubber band tightly. I then mark the parts of the stick respectively to how much damage I want to do with each triggering.

After a few more seconds of marking, I decide to show it off before continuing. The gamemaker, I kid you not, just raises his eyebrow in a "so what" manner. I yell out a bit and then grunt in frustration, looking at the floor for a second. I then collect myself again, and I walk up to a tall dummy, adjusting the dagger.. perfect! I then get behind the dummy and raise it's arm as if it triggered the trap, and the Dagger shoots into the dummy's heart area and tugs back violently as the dummy crashes to the ground, further stabbing the dagger through it's body as the handle peeks out. A clean hole.

I giggle in delight dementedly as I do a quick clap and reset the trap, but then something makes me snap. "Yawn" I hear someone say. I freeze and my shoulders arch like a cat, and I slowly look over at them, see their grinning faces. After so much time being ignored at home, THIS is the attention I get? I then start to yell, and I grab the stick and start to bash it into everything I can. WHY? WHY AM I SO UNWANTED OR DISRESPECTED NO MATTER WHAT I DO? AM I THAT USELESS? WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME?!

It sll starts to go in slow motion, when I spin around to see the gamemakers' faces for a splkit second, they look scared, one of them pointing out my trap. I shift my eyes to it, and I see that the sharp end of it, the base, had lodged itself into an XL dummy and I was swinging it around like it was nothing. I grin as erverything comes bsck into normal speed and instead of yelling angrily, I give a demented laugh as I stop using the trap as a trap and more as a weapon, swinging the suspended dagger into the other dummies as they too crash to the floor.

I made a dual use device, a trap and a weapon. I decide it's time to stop and before my adrenaline gives out I raise the stick once more, and smash it down into the ground. A slight crack forms from where it lands as the XL dummy's body slowly slides down. My back turned to the gamemakers, I give slow, heavy pants as I turn my head in their direction with my back still turned. I feel my eyes shaking, I know I look demented. I wait there for a while when the gamemaker snaps out of it. "Interesting use of agility, Iggy. You are dismissed."

The giggles let themselves out as I exit the room. I'm not insane, I'm just dangerous.