I once read a fanfic where Johanna would call Finnick “mom” (as a joke) because of how caring he ended up being to her with the Capitol circumstances and stuff. Like after she won. It has never left my brain.

Miney: @Ck123Miney Survives, gets supplies, does not kill anyone

Leon: @TheLuckyLudo Survives, gets supplies, does not kill anyone

Addie Thatcher: @SLAYMITCH2 Does not survive.

In the middle of the night, Miney, Leon, Addie, and Jamie are attacked. The District 5 male sneaks up on the camp, and attacks Addie first. Addie's scream wakes the others. Jamie quickly strikes the attacker with her axe, and the attacker falls dead. Addie has been speared through the stomach, and this wound cannot be healed. Miney, Jamie, and Leon comfort Addie in their final moments. Before the boy from 5 can be picked up by the hovercraft, Leon gathers his supplies. The boy has:

-A spear

-A backpack

In the backpack:

-A decent amount of foods

-A lighter

-A vial of painkillers

-A sleeping bag

Nate Chase: @DeathspawnX Survives, gets supplies, kills someone

In early morning, Nate is attacked by the District 4 female. She attempts to kill him with a trident. Nate dodges, and disarms the girl. She pulls a knife and tries to stab him. Nate blocks with the trident. He doesn't realize it, but he has hit her femoral artery. She bleeds out within a minute. Nate carefully removes her pack and closes her eyes. He now has:

-A trident

-A knife

-Flint and steel

-A net

-A pair of warm gloves

-A bag of fresh oranges (approximately 10-15)

Elowen Firth: @Tate Moore survives, does not get supplies, does not kill anyone.

Elowen spends the night in her hollow. At one point she hears a crunch near her. She tightens her grip on her knife, but an hour passes and she is not attacked. She tries to rest but is now on edge.

Casualties so far:

D1F

D3M

D4F

D5F

D5M

Addie Thatcher

D8F

D8M

D9F

D9M

D10F

D12M

For your next choice, it is a little more free-choice. You may come up with a plan/story, and I will determine the odds of surviving, getting supplies, and killing someone. You may choose to ally with an NPC, but there is a 3/10 chance they will betray you. This chance goes up as the games go on.

Since Miney and Jamie are in a relationship, Jamie will only betray the rest of the alliance if she and Miney both decide to. Remember, if anyone in an alliance wishes to betray their alliance, MW me.

Pings for non-tributes:

@Rincewind23rd

@BeanCat666

@Stargirlisthebest

@Mallowmelt3457

(Again, a bit more of setup but you get some interesting things at the end)

Treech felt sick. After everything he’d done to draw the pack’s attention away from Lamina, after all of the reassurance he’d given her before the games, they’d still killed her. He couldn’t erase her face from his mind, that look of blame and betrayal as he just watched from the ground. There was no way he could go home now and face the judgement of his friends. He could hear their voices already. ‘How could you abandon her?’ ‘You didn’t even try to help!’ ‘At least she would’ve helped you.’ Maybe suicide would be a better option than trying to explain to them what really happened. It had been at least an hour since the three of them had gone back underground, and Coral was just leading them back to the surface, hoping to catch the girl from 12. The sun was blinding. Treech had expected the arena to fill up with a stench from the bodies baking in the sun, but it smelled about as fresh as ever. He assumed it was a result of the destroyed roof. Coral stopped them just outside the exit of the arena.

“You,” she pointed to Treech. “You’re staying with me and finding her in those vents. Mizzen, go get a spear and see how far back you can push her.”

Mizzen nodded and bounded off to the remaining pile of weapons, leaping over bodies like a nimble squirrel. Coral pulled Treech into the exit, watching the vents above them.

“Keep quiet, she’s in there somewhere…”

The two of them watched and listened carefully after hearing Mizzen jamming his spear through the fan. The vents creaked as the girl inside them moved. Treech peered through a small grate, trying to see any movement or flash of color. As the girl moved, dust rained down from the grate onto his face. Not thinking anything of it, he brushed it off and got Coral’s attention. Coral smiled, pleased that her plan had worked, and approached. Treech turned as Coral prepared to thrust her trident into the ducts. He didn’t want to see someone else killed. As Coral stabbed the vent, Treech felt something dripping from his nose. He wiped it away to find blood on his hand. He tried to stop the stream with the back of his hands, but to no avail. He was panicking now. Coral couldn’t have done something, right? He glanced back at her yanking her trident out of the ceiling. She was completely oblivious. Surely if she’d done something, she’d be watching to see if it worked. Breathing was getting more difficult as blood was dripping onto the floor. Treech frantically ripped off his jacked to try and stop the flow. His heart was pounding in his chest. Every breath hurt and he could barely lift the jacket. This couldn’t be happening. His vision was blurring and he felt his face hit the ground. Blood was pooling beneath him and he heard Coral shout in triumph before everything went black.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Lamina was being smothered, trapped between two bodies with a thick cloth over her. However badly she wanted to open her eyes and throw the cloth off of her, she couldn’t. She’d already tried. She heard the voice of the boy from 11 nearby, and another more distant voice. The boy from 11 only said her name. And then there was a crash, and a scream. She could hear rubble scraping against the floor, and rapid footsteps. And then suddenly, dozens of things were moving around her. They were crawling over the cloth, under her neck, and everywhere in between. Their skin was ice cold and rough, almost scraping as they passed over her. And then she felt a sharp pain in her wrist. And another on her leg. The creatures— snakes— she concluded, were hissing all around her, their bodies coiling around her arms and legs, tangling in her hair, and she even felt one slip into her sleeve. She heard a shriek and a clatter to her left, and a thud nearby. And then it was quiet again, aside from the snakes crawling along the ground. And then a melody wove through the arena. A haunting song on its own, but mixed with the singer’s terror of the snakes. The rainbow girl was still alive. Her voice got louder and stronger, echoing off the arena walls in triumph and rebellion. As the song quieted, Lamina expected to hear the scream of the rainbow girl, but it never came. Instead, the snakes quickly retreated back to wherever they had come from and she heard footsteps. And voices. Gruff, angry voices of men. She heard the rainbow girl’s heels on the ground as she was escorted out of the arena, and then there was silence.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

She hadn’t been fast enough. Not fast enough to save Mizzen, and not fast enough to save herself. The face of every child she’d killed flashed through Coral’s mind. All of it for nothing. For a tidal wave of snakes to attack everyone but Lucy Gray. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. How could it be? After everything. All the deaths, the things she’d never had done if it weren’t for the situation. Coral had never been a violent person. She’d just wanted to sail the seas and get away from Panem. From the games. She wanted to climb more masts, and see more stars, and find forgotten lands where she could live without the fear of being reaped. She never wanted to hurt anyone. She just wanted to be free.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The snakes were gone and Mizzen was alone. Fallen on the ground aching all over. He wondered what his family would be doing back home. He wondered what Persephone Price thought. She, at least, had been kind to him before the games. She’d fed him, which was more than most of the other tributes had gotten. How long would he be laying there before someone came to get them? Apparently, not long, as mere minutes after the peacekeepers had taken Lucy Gray, he was hoisted up and dragged along the ground. He was soon piled into what he guessed was a truck with the bodies of all the other tributes. He was unfortunate enough to be on the bottom of the pile. The truck rattled along for at least an hour before they were unloaded into a cold room and laid onto some kind of table. At least they got their own, instead of having to share.

To anyone who has not gotten in their private training, it is okay. There isn't much pressure, I understand that life is sometimes busy. I'm sorry if this tournament feels rushed but I need to do something with it because if I don't I feel like I'm doing it wrong. 

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SCORES

Secratius Flickerman appeared on the screen in every building in Panem. The scores were here. As Flickerman announced score after score after score, the tributes grew in anticipation and were surprised with a little pre-games present, though for some it may have felt more like a jack-in-the-box style present where one is only more terrified once opening it. 

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District 1 Female - Blair Hawthorne - @SLAYMITCH2 - Score: 9

Gamemaker notes: “Very skilled. A little showy, but overall impressive and very skilled.”

District 2 Female - Camillia Sinclair - @Coreydorey - Score: 11

Gamemaker notes: “Clearly a top contender, definitely one of the most dangerous, even as only the third to present.”

District 4 Female - Arista Wells - @Wingfeather-girl - Score: 7

Gamemaker notes: “Hesitantly interesting showcase. Good skill, though rebellious behavior is clear and cannot be rewarded.

District 8 Male - Adan Osvaldo - @Sandisfrfrnom - Score: 9

Gamemaker notes: “Impressive night vision and accuracy. He won’t have trouble finding food. However, not many skills were displayed.

District 11 Female - Analeise Forestt - @~starlilygirl~ - Score: 4

Gamemaker notes: “Generally unimpressive. The only real skill shown was in hand-to-hand combat.”

District 12 Female - Ravine Whitcomb - @Shilohthebeagle166 - Score: 8

Gamemaker notes: “Could definitely win against a tribute, though display was concerning. Easily caught up in her own, possibly unstable, thoughts.

(I realize that I skipped a lot. If you gave me your private training session and I have not given you a score I AM SO, SO, SO sorry)

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INTERVIEWS

Everyone will answer at least three questions, though you can add more to your interview to make it flow better. One of the questions will be, "Why are you a good bet in these Games?" One you will choose yourself, and one will be specific to you. 

D1F - Blair Hawthorne - "Is there anyone back home you're fighting for?"

D1M - FILLER

D2F - Camilla Sinclair - "Do you feel any pressure to follow in Carson's footsteps?"

D2M - @/ChemichaelOverreaction 

D3F - Lynn Everdeen - "We don't get a lot of volunteers from your district - what pushed you to?"

D3M - Milo Hart - “A lot of kids from your district are smart, but would you say that you’re also strong enough to beat some of these kids?”

D4F - Arista Wells - “There are rumors going around that you presented…rebellious behavior to the Gamemakers. Is this true?”

D4M - Connor Chase - “So people have been gossiping that a romance has been brewing between you and another tribute? What do you have to say on this?”

D7F - Ari Woods - “So, is there any story behind that pretty necklace you have?”

D7M - Adze von Essen - “So, Adze, we’ve seen a lot of brutal kids from your district. How far do you think you’ll go to win?”

D8F - Sue Sproul - “Do you think that you’ll prioritize your own life or an ally’s if it comes down to it?” D8M - Adan Osvaldo - “You scored a nine, pretty high for someone of your size. How’d you do it?”

D10M - Colt Tanaka - “So, Colt, do you think you have a chance of winning? Why?”

D11F - Analeise Forrest - “In a Games with overall high scores, you scored a four. Do you plan to redeem yourself, or is this a strategy?”

D12F - “Who do you think you can trust in these Games, if anyone?” 

BLOODBATH STRATEGY

Bloodbath strategy:

Day one strategy:

Overall game strategy (for the time being): 

Alliances / relationships:

Requests / other:

IF YOU DID NOT RECEIVE A SCORE BUT DID TURN IN YOUR PRIVATE TRAINING, PLEASE PING ME. THIS IS WHAT I HAD YESTERDAY.

In all seriousness, I’m so sorry this is late. Life’s just been really busy and crazy and I haven't had much time to work on this. 

@SLAYMITCH2 @Coreydorey @ChemichaelOverreaction @Slothy the sloth @Tate Moore @Wingfeather-girl @The Immortal Duck @Alice exists @BeanCat666 @Lunarfoxdefeatesvoldymoldy @Sandisfrfrnom @~starlilygirl~ @Mulopisthebest2 @Shilohthebeagle166

Annabelle still couldn't believe this was real. She couldn't believe Chiara was dead when the cannon sounded. She couldn't believe Chiara was dead when the drone picked up her body. Not even when Chiara's face flashed over the sky she could believe it was true.

Annabelle had been sure Chiara would be the one in their alliance that survived the longest. This wasn't it. If Chiara couldn't make it, what would happen to the rest?

So there she sat, Annabelle, and watched the rising sun. Her second morning in the arena. It was remarkably colder than the last night, Annabelle thought everything would be frozen this morning but the sun had warmed everything up once it made its appearance.

But still, the sun couldn't take away that last freezing sensation that Annabelle was filled with.

She sat a bit from the other two in her alliance, just at the door of the greenhouse as she had the extra cardigan draped over her shoulders. The yarn was rough against her skin and offered a nice shield of warmth. Wool.

Annabelle looked back at the sleeping pair from district 12. They looked so much younger when they slept. Could she really watch them die? Motherly Ruby with her cooky remarks and the sweet Jack Cedar with his beloved waiting girlfriend.

No. She couldn't sit there and worry. She had to get to work, to help them. Or maybe she would be the reason they died. She shivered at that thought.

Xyla warmed herself in the sun, there was a great spot on the greenhouse floor where bright sunshine warmed up the concrete. The night had been cold, she needed every bit of warmth she could get.

Douglas was a bit away from her, sleeping with the sweater over him like a blanket. Xyla definitely thought he deserved it, after how he ran yesterday. He was totally worn out, he hadn't talked much before he just fell asleep.

Xyla clicked nervously on her lighter as she paced around in the greenhouse. They didn't have that many good supplies. Not enough at least. They were almost out of food, only two apples and the jam left. And the food that they had eaten surely hadn't left them full.

Xyla picked up the net in her hands as she tried to not think about food. She could definitely use it for something good. She knew exactly how to do awesome traps. Now she would pay back Douglas for the knife.

Anise ate the last potato, the texture of the raw vegetable wasn't pleasant but luckily enough it filled her stomach nicely. She sighed as she drank some water. At least she had as much water as she wanted. She should be happy about that, right?

But she wasn't really. She was mad. Mad at how she was treated. Mad at the capitol that watched her starve like a rat. Mad at the person that took her pot. If she found them she would definitely break the neck of the idiot.

Anise could almost hear the voice of her mother, “Anise, don't speak unless you've got something nice to say”. But did politeness help her mother when she starved to death?

Before Anise could even think she got up on her feet, throwing up her backpack with her supplies over her shoulder. She knew the cameras were everywhere around her. They would most likely be watching her right now.

She glared at what she thought would be a camera as she held out her middle finger at it. Then as if nothing happened, she just walked off. She needed a new camp anyways. And the capitol deserved it.

Her last greenhouse wasn't that good, well it had a water tap but from what she had seen almost all other greenhouses had that as well. She wondered if the person who stole her pot would be here anywhere close? Maybe it was good if they weren't. She was a little… hotheaded right now.

Jack Cedar woke up last. He always woke up last. He hated waking up last. Well it was understandable that he did, he took the first guard shift and woke up the next girl when he felt like he had to sleep. It had been a rather calm night, but every time he looked at the stars something in him broke. Hazel.

Almost every night back in twelve, or those where he wasn't too exhausted from mining, he would sneak out with Hazel and watch the stars together. The house he and the rest of the covey lived in looked old and pretty. It was perfect for daydreaming about a better world. A prettier world. With Hazel.

Jack Cedar pushed away the daydreams. Looking like a lovesick fool in front of the cameras? No thank you! But… he really missed Hazel. He'd love to greet her in some way… would she still love him after what he did to that poor boy?

“I love you Hazel…”

Jack Cedar whispered softly. He really hoped the cameras would pick that up. But offcourse they would. They would feast like vultures in any given vulnerable moment. So he let them do it this time. Once.

He got himself up on his feet, ignoring the pain in them from yesterday. He had to find Ruby and Annabelle. Why weren't they here? He walked out of the greenhouse, feeling the warm sun on his skin. Another day in the arena. Another day where something terrible could happen every second.

Pandora sliced up the last two eggs and made breakfast with them and the last two buns. Chevy couldn't be hungry if he would work on the machines all day right? Pandora didn't realise that he was treating Chevy like she treated her siblings. She cared for him.

She wondered about the rebel plan. She knew that her place in this was that she would try to make the games as distracting as possible. So people wouldn't see the attack until it was too late. Until they've secured Hugo and the other Avoxes.

She wondered if Hugo was allowed to watch her. She knew that he knew about the plan. Or at least she hoped he did, that he actually did read the paper. She had done her best to make him know when she met him earlier.

She still couldn't believe it was her Hugo, without a tongue and there as a slave. Told to take care of her and Chevy. Those pained eyes. Just looking at him once again was enough to make her cry. But she couldn't do it in front of her escort or her mentors. Only when she was back in her room, curled up into a ball, did she let loose the tears.

She'd handed him the paper. Where she wrote everything about the plan. She still remembered his reaction to being given it. She wished she could see his reaction when he read it… or maybe not. But what she did hope was that he had read it.

The train was moving underneath her feet, district after district flew by her. It made no point to try to memorize how they looked, the train moved way too fast.

It was dinner, a large amount of plates filled with food were placed on the table. She didn't even know the names on half of the things. There was so much food, it would be enough for her whole family for a week and a half.

Half of the things looked way too weird, with colours and decorations. But after doubting a little she settled for some plain pie Chevy seemed to enjoy.

Her mentors did appear nice, holding a friendly conversation with the pair of reaped tributes. But Pandora didn't really like them. She respected them, but nothing more really. Though she would never tell them that. Most likely she wouldn't tell them anything more ever.

But she had something else that took up most of her thoughts during the dinner. Hugo. Was he really on this train? She knew the capitol had most likely put him here. Maybe in an attempt to get under the skin of all of the district 6 tributes. A warning.

And then when she saw him, no apptempt to brace herself had helped. He looked as beautiful as before, but a bit different. He was taller and skinnier, his once chubby cheeks were now rather sunken in. Pandira hoped it was because he had aged.

And the worst part was that he refused to look at her. It was as if he couldn't stand to see her. And it made sense. He probably blames her for it. For getting him there… for how she treated him during those terrible weeks.

“Pandora?”

Chevy saw his ally drifting away again, it was a little weird that she did so all the time. Chevy couldn't help but wonder where she went, somewhere far from reality atleast. Chevy wanted to go with her.

And then he realised didn't know much of her past. Just her siblings. But she probably knew everything about him. Everyone seemed to do so

“Oh, you made breakfast?”

Chevy had been looking at the van once again, leaving Pandora alone in the greenhouse they slept in. But now he is back. And he had a plan on how to open it.

“That's sweet of you Pandora! But let's eat it closer to the van, okay? I don't want anyone to steal it!”

Chevy continued before Pandora could even answer his first words. He scooped up the sandwiches and their other supplies as he went for the van. He placed it all down on the ground as he sat himself on the car bonnet.

Pandora followed after him, sitting next to him as the duo started eating. Chevy explained to her about everything he could do with the engine if he could just get in. Pandora agreed and soon the two helped each other with bending up the doors and bonnet of the white van.

After about an hour of work, using both their knives and sharp rocks, all of the doors were opened. Pandora was seated inside of it, in the passenger seat. It was nice finally having something soft to sit on.

But Chevy on the other hand was leaning down into the now open car bonnet, working on the engine. He wished he had tools, it would be way easier then, but since there wasn't any available he had to work with his hands. Good enough.

Serenity liked Hunter. She also hated him. He was silly, definitely silly. He kept flirting with her and she kept flirting with him. She wasn't actually interested in him, she was sure he wasn't either, but having a friend in her could be wise.

“Pfft, so what are we going to do today?”

Serenity smiled at the boy as she ate breakfast. She had chosen some cheese buns that she now ate. Next to her were Silia and Justine seated. They had been really quiet for a long while now. Serenity though they were a little… unsettling. She didn't really like them.

“I suggest we go hunting!”

Hunter exclaimed with a charmy smile, the oranges he ate were really sweet.

“That doesn't seem too smart, I'd rather stay here and starve them out!”

Serenity spoke, softly as she watched the fire they had started. It was more for cooking food than for warmth. Silla and Justine couldn't help but agree with Serenity's statement.

“Yeah someone has to guard!”

Sillia said as she chewed on a piece of chocolate, they had several packs with those.

“We don't want another Kohan incident.”

Justine said, her face emotionless as she poked at the fire with a stick, watching it as it took fire. The fire left a thick smelling cloud of smoke after it.

All of them fell silent. They knew what she meant. To run after someone alone wasn't smart. Nine other tributes left. They could be the next Kohan.

Nate was curled up in a ball as he watched the oats in the pot. He had long planned on doing an oat meal, but well he wasn't that cunning with cooking. He didn't know if he did it correctly, the oats looked funny as they flew around in the boiling water.

He was definitely hungry. At least it smelled good? It couldn't be that bad then at least. He held the flint and steel close to his body, slipping them into the pocket on his uniform's stomach. He wouldn't want to lose it.

The greenhouse around him was filled with plants, but sadly not any that he recognised. They hadn't practiced on many of those plants. The capitol hadn't shown them those. But at least they didn't look edible with black and red leaves.

Nate's head, still full with thoughts, twisted to the side as he heard someone enter. No. No no no. Was it a career? He didn't even have a weapon-

Nate saw the girl look back at him. She looked like she was around the same age as him. She stood in the door opening and stared at him. Really stared. Nate was a little frightened by her, even if her frame wasn't that impressive. There was something intense about her. He had to speak.

“Hi?”

Was she crazy? She just stood there and looked at him. Or was she really looking at him? …The pot. She was definitely staring at Nate’s pot. Oh. It must've been hers.

“That one is mine!”

Anise spoke firmly. This guy looked… dangerous. And it was actually the hunger games after all, right? He could most likely kill her. He most likely would kill her. But it was something with him… he looked friendly. She knew it was stupid.

“Oh! I apologise! You want to sit?”

Anise looked curiously at the boy as he offered her a seat. Why did he do that? Was it a trap? It probably was… but she was rather desperate, and that oatmeal smelled delicious.

Nate looked as the girl sat down. He wasn't sure if he trusted her, but at least it didn't look like she was armed? That was a plus. But you never know in the arena.

Nate couldn't really remember her district, the only thing he remembered was that the boy from it was dead. 10? No, both kiddos from there were dead. He decided to think it was 8, it made most sense after all. She looked like most citizens from Eight.

“Are you hungry?”

Nate didn't know why he asked her, but it was something with seeing her glare at the food that hungrily that unsettled him. And she wasn't a career, maybe she could be trusted?

Anise nodded quickly as she got closer to him. God she definitely was hungry. She looked over at the boy who nodded and offered her a spoon. Was it… poisonous?

But as the boy himself ate first she decided that it couldn't be. That she trusted him. So she started eating. Only when the two of them had eaten up all the food she looked up at him again. And smiled. Really smiled. She wasn't hungry anymore.

“What's your name? I'm Anise!”

Douglas woke up by someone shaking him. He wished he could've slept longer. Or most of all he wished he could've slept forever. His muscles felt as if they were burning from yesterday. He definitely stretched out a muscle or two.

As he opened his eyes he was met with light, it was about midday and above him stood Xyla. She kept shaking her, as if him being awake wasn't enough. And if that wasn't enough she grinned like crazy.

“Stop it-”

Douglas rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up on his feet. That seemed to satisfy Xyla who grabbed his aching arm and dragged him to the door.

“Good morning dummy! I'd like to inform you about some… adjustments that I made on our base!”

Douglas still thought she was a little annoying. But she was fun. And he definitely needed some fun after all this. And she was smart as well. And he was curious about what she had done now.

“What?”

Xyla smiled as she started to explain about her advanced trap system. Or she rambled more than talked. Douglas didn't understand half of the words, but he got the most important points.

Xyla had used the net to rig up a trap at the door of the greenhouse. She had taken away some of the rope from it, and together with a bunch of glass shards she had done a deadly tripwire. Anyone who stood on it would get a bunch of glass shards over them, the tribute would look like a hedgehog after it or something.

“But how do we get out? Without getting sliced?”

Xyla smiled at Douglas' question. She walked with steady steps up to one of the corners where there was a hole at the bottom, closest to the ground. They'd be able to crawl out underneath it.

“We'll just stay here and be the bait for the trap! But we'll use that exit if it's needed!”

Douglas nodded, understanding how much of a genius the girl was now.

“You're smart Xyla.”

Ruby sat in a circle with her alliance. They had been exploring all morning now. After Ruby woke up she had been off to find Annabelle and Jack Cedar did the same after them as he woke up.

Annabelle, the person they both had been searching for, had collected lots of plants that she had deemed edible. It was both fruits, like tomatoes and pears and some herbs. A pack with knives had been sponsored to Annabelle as she did so and they had helped her with cutting the herbs.

Now they were eating this, together with a bunch of warm buns Jack Cedar had also been sponsored. It was both sweet buns like cinnamon ones and plain ones that they filled with Annabelle's blueberries. Overall it was a nice meal.

Ruby was curled up with her arms around her knees, bored as she had finished her share of the food. She had a feeling as if she had to pay back the others for taking her in the alliance. She knew it was nonsense, but seeing them happy like this was great, it made the feeling disappear a little.

Being happy helped. Especially after poor Chiara's death.

Hunter had decided to take a walk by himself. Maybe it wasn't the smartest, but he was a little frustrated. His allies were amazing, they really were…But it was just so much to take in.

It was as if this wasn't what he had trained for his whole life. As if he was that naive boy again. He hated that little kid. Stay strong Hunter, Stay strong Hunter… He repeated it in his head. It was all so overwhelming.

Hunter didn't plan to hunt alone, he just wanted to take a look in the arena. No tribute would be stupid enough to just attack him, right? And the others would appear if he just shouted. He didn't go far, just far enough to leave his boredom behind.

Still he felt a little like a kid, not going too far from his momma… huh what was that? In the corner of his eye he saw two tributes inside a greenhouse. What were they doing?

He froze for too many seconds. For too long. Everything confused him now.

“A career!”

Douglas shouted as looked out through the walls. Why did everything have to be so seetrhuable in this arena? And then, before any of the three tributes could react, something happened in the greenhouse they were in.

In all the greenhouses on this side of the arena the plants started doing something weird. They were growing fast, flowers opening and blooming in just a second or two. And then they started throwing up pollen. It was everywhere.

Yellow clouds filled the air as Xyla fell down on her knees, what was happening? This wasn't good. She could barely see anything, and the pollen made it hard to breathe. It felt as if her lungs were filled with this awful… stuff.

Anise and Nate had been talking for a while now, Anise had almost forgiven him about the pot. She didn't really trust him, but she didn't hate him either. He seemed okay.

“What are they doing?”

Nate spoke in a shocked tone as he glared at the plants. It was as if they were twitching… something wasn't right. He widened his eyes as he grabbed Anise and pulled her out of the greenhouse.

It was definitely the right moment to do so, because back inside the greenhouse the plants exploded and a yellow fog filled everything. It looked too thick to breathe in. He looked back at Anise who really looked as shocked as he felt.

“That must be pollen-”

Anise spoke, holding her backpack hard in her hands as she backed away further. Her raincoat was still in there, but she was sure it wouldn't be a good idea to go get it.

She looked around her in awe, every greenhouse in this part of the arena was filled with the same yellow substance. And it was spreading through the air.

“Let's run!”

Nate screamed as he ran down the road, they had to get to a place with better air, he didn't want to choke to death on pollen. Anise was just behind him, the pair's steps echoing over the arena.

But suddenly Nate saw something that caught his eye. A career. Well the career boy looked as unsettled as Anise but it was still a career. Nate remembered him from the Interview evening. He had bragged and flirted most of the time of those five minutes.

And he was standing in front of that greenhouse as if… was that someone inside? Oh offcourse! His fellow careers were slaughtering some poor soul and he was there to guard them. Nate couldn't just let that happen.

Anise didn't notice at first that Nate stopped running. Only when she was a bit away did she realize the boy's presence wasn't there beside her. She quickly turned around and saw him. Or barely saw him. He was standing in the middle of that weird yellow mush.

She hesitated for a moment before she ran back to him, what was he doing? Was that a flint and steel? Was he really trying to make up a fire in all this? Anise didn't know anything about pollen but she didn't need to know what would happen if it interacted with fire. Her guesses was enough.

Douglas clawed at his eyes as he coughed, it felt as if his lungs were filled with dried cement. This wasn't right. He couldn't see even the fiddling hands before him. What was Xyla? She must be somewhere in here, right? Offcourse she didn't crawl out and ran away, leaving him to his fate?

He wanted to scream, to shout her name, but he couldn't. He was being silenced. That was when he felt her right next to him. Or he thought it was her. It could've been that career boy.

But he was desperate, he needed something to hold on to. It was as if he were in the middle of a yellow sea. Even the movements of his own were slow, as he was underwater.

Xyla held close to Douglas. She didn't want to lose him… this was so weird. What was all this? She hadn't planned it, it wasn't right! She prayed that they wouldn't step inside of her trap by accident.

She felt Douglas shivering next to her and she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. It was as if her eyes were clogged up with all this pollen. Would this really be her death?

Hunter panicked, he crouched down on the ground in an attempt to get fresh air. He had to get fresh air. His lungs were craving it. Suddenly he saw something in the distance, a wind revealed the path for him. It was only a short glimpse, but he saw the cornucopia down there. If he just followed the road it would be fine.

Behind all this stuff we're just the normal arena. So he started running. He had to run. Get away. Get back. And just as he had been running for about a minute or two, he felt himself being pushed down to the ground. By the air. The same air that left his lungs as he fell down on the bricks.

It was as if everything was burning, he couldn't help but scream as he felt the warmth over his skin. No no no… he quickly rolled over the ground, forcing the fire on his clothes to die. It was actually fire.

He wanted to just lay there and let himself burn. But he couldn't betray everyone like that. So he pushed himself up on his feet and looked around. The pollen was gone at least?

The arena was burning, some of the greenhouses that had plastic glass had started to melt. Everything was on fire. Even the air was on fire it seemed like. He looked down at the cornucopia as he once again started running. He had to get back.

Nate couldn't believe what happened. He thought he could just start a fire that would burn down a greenhouse or two, not something that would destroy half of the arena.

His ears were paining, there had been a loud sound connected to the fire… Has the pollen exploded? He was laying on his side, his whole body hurting as he slowly opened his eyes. He was laying a bit away from where he had started the fire, thrown out on the ground like a doll.

Where was Anise? He couldn't see her. The only thing he could see was flames. What if the flames took Anise? He only met the girl a couple of hours ago but… he cared about her.

She was fun and nice. And gone. Had Nate really killed her? He got up on his legs just as his body pushed him back down. He was coughing violently, his body wanted to get free from the smoke and pollen.

Anise had thrown herself inside of a greenhouse as soon as she saw Nate starting the fire. It had been a little selfish but it had kept her away from most of the explosions. Still she could still feel the warmth of them, scorching her skin.

Maybe it wasn't the smartest, but she ran out of the now burning greenhouse and looked around her. She had to find Nate. After a while she spotted him a bit away from her. .

He was kneeled down on the ground as he threw up over the pavement, all of the food and pollen leaving him. She hurried up to him over the ash covered ground. As soon as she reached him she pulled him up from the ground and dragged him along with her.

They had to get away from here. Anise didn't know how many of the other tributes that were alive. The explosion would've hidden any potential canons. They could seek revenge on her and Nate. The only thing that mattered right now was that Nate was alive.

Douglas got thrown down on the ground, but he didn't land too hard. Xyla was underneath him. He still couldn't understand what had happened. First the world had grown yellow and then it had erupted in flames.

He pushed himself off Xyla as he looked around, all of the plants were now only black dried skeletons of their former looks. One of the walls on the greenhouse had melted down and the others were painted black.

He looked around him, his skin were warm. He must've been burned, he hoped he wouldn't die because of it. His whole body was itching from the ash and pollen, they filled both his eyes and lungs. Tears were running over his cheeks, turning into a weird mush with the thick pollen.

And then he looked back at Xyla and all his complaints left him. She laid down on the ground, her arms and legs seriously burned. But what was worse was her head? It was placed in a puddle of blood.

Douglas knew it must've been a sharp edge on the ground that made the short fall deadly. But he couldn't believe it. And he blamed himself. She looked up at him, eyelids fluttering as she coughed.

Xyla’s whole body was aching. It felt so weird. As if she had turned into ice, her whole body was limp. She could barely even move. So this would be where she died?

She had heard 11 cannon shots so far and witnessed several of those deaths. But it had still been something that could only happen to others. She was the main character in the story about her life, right? The main character couldn't die this early?

She coughed as she looked up at Douglas. The only thing she could see right then was Phleo. They looked so alike. Xyla knew that must've been one of the reasons she allied with him. But he was also his own person. And she loved him. She loved Phleo, she loved Hazel and she loved her life. Life in the past tense.

Douglas heard the cannon as if it was far away. Just another tribute dying. Not Xyla. Never Xyla. But he knew she was dead. The skin on her face was dusted and trailed with his own tears. Stupid silly Xyla.

He gently wiped her face clean as he dragged her out of the greenhouse, he hoped the fire would've taken her trap. He looked at her all of the time until the drone took her and flew away.

And then he just stared after it. He felt as if his emotions had burned together with the pollen. So he walked to one of the greenhouses that wasn't burning anymore. He ignored the heat as he sat down inside of it, watching the sunset through the walls.

“Was that Hunter?”

Serenity spoke nervously as she looked over at the other two girls. They had all heard the cannon. First they had seen the fog, and even though they wanted to help Hunter it wouldn't be smart to run face first into that smoke.

And then they saw the fire. Almost half of the arena was burned down, black against the red bricks. And now she could see the end of the arena. It was a tall wall of large bricks. It surrounded them all around.

“I… I don't hope so…”

Sillia grabbed her knife as she walked toward the now burned down greenhouses. The other two were a little more careful, and followed behind her. But there wasn't much fire there anymore, and Silia had to know about Hunter

“Is that him?”

Justine, who has been silent all of the time until now, spoke up. The person she pointed to surely didn't look like Hunter. Well they owned his body type, but nothing else was like old Hunter. His clothes were either badly burned or really dirtied down, most likely both.

His hair was blacker than before and it had burned off at some parts. But it was still the same old Hunter, they could see that as he got closer. He looked so exhausted, as if he had been gone for a week and not just a couple of hours. But the girls understood him.

Chevy saw the fire from where he was crouched down, being in the arena's highest parts had its advantages, and he hoped it wouldn't reach them. It probably wouldn't, it weren't any of that weird fog where the two of them were.

He was setting up traps, his fingers working fast as he spun the coil around a pole that held up a greenhouse. It would alert him and Pandora if anyone was approaching. It would give them enough time to start the engine and run them over.

Run them over… Chevy pushed away the thoughts about how wrong that felt. He wasn't planning on doing a lot of traps, he wanted to have coil left to use during the rest of the games too.

He looked back at Pandora who sat in the passenger seat. She was eating a cucumber that she had found. These greenhouses really had weird foods. But Chevy was happy about that. The fact that the van was empty had disappointed him, he had imagined something almost like a feast.

Or well off course he hadn't, but he was still hungry. No matter what he dreamed about. After he did set the last trap he got up to Pandora, sitting down at the driver's seat.

The padded chair was great for his paining neck. He let out a startled huff as a cannon echoed over the arena. He looked over at Pandora and closed his door.

“Twelve down. We're halfway thru now-”

Anise and Nate sat together in silence, they had finally found a greenhouse that wasn't burnt or burning. This time they had chosen one without plants. Nate did not want to do a reprise of today's scenarios.

Nate took another sip of the water bottle, the taste of the ash was now long gone. But drinking was something he could focus on. He looked over at Anise, watching as she focused on the starry sky. She looked strong. She would make a great ally.

Nate ran a hand through his hair, trying to not frown as he felt that some of it was missing. It was the only part of his body where the accident was visible. Other than the arms and legs offcourse, which were filled with burn marks.

He felt as if he had to apologise. He knew Anise barely got hurt by the fire, but she had to take care of him. So he nudged her to make her look at him.

“Anise… I'm so so sorry-”

Before he could even finish his sentence the sky lit up with the anthem. The blue light from the holographic logo made the two of them bathe in light. And then the dead tributes were shown.

He had hoped for a career. At least one career. But there was none. Instead the face of the girl fr

om 7 was shown. A girl he had accidentally killed. He looked over at Anise with a sigh. Was she next?

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Arrgh, I'm sorry that it's late! I feel like I could've written more and better on this but one hehe-

I'll do a list of supplie, sponsor points and a updated map as soon as possible! Killing of Xyla were so hard too-

Day 4 form:

-What will your tribute do?

-Do you want sponsor them anything?

@SLAYMITCH2 @Minecrafter3113 @Mulopisthebest2 @DeathspawnX @Mallowmelt3457 @LC20712 @Alice exists @The Immortal Duck @Pervaza972 @Mxdnxghtt @Shilohthebeagle166 @Coreydorey @~starlilygirl~ @Lunarfoxdefeatesvoldymoldy @Wingfeather-girl

I was rewatching Catching Fire last Friday Qnd I was focusing on the character dynamics more this time. So here are things I realized about some of the characters.

Peeta almost seems like he’s being as calm as possible for Katniss. This can be compared to the scene where the female Morphling passed away and he was obviously stressed, but tried to let her pass peacefully.

Finnick’s Capitol persona almost completely vanishes after Mags dies. He becomes more cold and closed off than he was previously, foreshadowing his shut down in Mockingjay.

Johanna is less abrasive in Catching Fire than people truly give her credit for.

1. Johanna is the first to help Katniss after the Cornucopia spins and Katniss falls into the water.

2. Johanna is the first comfort Finnick after the Jabberjay attack and also gets Katniss water afterwards.

Yes, she is a bit short-tempered, but she has that right.

Mags is just adorable. I don’t care what anyone else says.

Addie Thatcher: @SLAYMITCH2 Survives, does not get supplies, does not kill anyone

Nate Chase: @DeathspawnX Survives, does not get supplies, does not kill anyone

Leon: @TheLuckyLudo Survives, does not get supplies, kills the District 9 female with a sharp kick to the neck

Miney: @Ck123Miney Survives, does not get supplies, does not kill anyone

Elowen Firth: @Tate Moore Survives, gets supplies (listed later), does not kill anyone

Congrats! You all survived! I suppose the odds were in your favor this time.

Arena description:

You are in a vast, barren meadow with the Cornucopia in the center. The grass is extremely dry. Surrounding the meadow on one side is a forest of dead trees. They are very tall. On another side is a large series of tall rock formations. You can spot a few tunnels. Finally, spanning the last side, is a field of taller grasses that looks to have streams throughout. There are advantages and disadvantages to every place

Elowen's supplies:

-Three bottles of water, all full

-A first-aid kit

-A circle of wire that looks to be about two feet long

-A few cheese sticks

-Two very sharp knives

IMPORTANT!

Leon, Miney, Jamie, and Addie, please let me know what your alliance will decide to do. From here on out, unless otherwise specified, you are making all decisions together. If anyone wants to backstab (literally or metaphorically) each other, MW me. Please don't read my other messages so you don't know if anyone is betraying you. Jamie survived and got:

-An axe

-Dried fruit

-Several protein bars

-A rope

-A knife

-A single bottle of water, full

Please choose a location to head to first.

1. Dead forest

2. Rocks

3. Field with rivers

Once you set up a general camp area, you can decide what to do next.

1. Stay where you are (4/5 survival, 0/5 supplies 1/5 killing someone)

2. Search the woods (2/4 survival, 3/4 supplies, 2/5 killing someone)

3. Head back to the cornucopia (2/5 survival, 4/4 supplies, 2/5 killing someone)

Pings for non-tributes:

@Rincewind23rd

@BeanCat666

@Stargirlisthebest

@Mallowmelt3457

JULY 4TH, 400 A.P.

12:42 P.M. MOUNTAIN DAYLIGHT TIME.

AUDIO LOGS FROM

400TH HUNGER GAMES - QUELL ANNOUNCEMENT

12:42:16. President Esmeray Praelor steps on stage, one huge camera lining up with her face. She angles the microphone towards her mouth, trying her best to discern the expressions of the people in the audience. Good, at least twenty percent of them didn’t look like they hated her guts. How was it her fault that her father had been the most grandiose asshole in Panem’s history? Ugh. Whatever. She straightens her back and begins speaking.

12:43:12. “Hello, people of the Capitol and Districts!” She says with a huge, fake smile on her face. Ugh, how she had dreaded getting on this stage. She even struggled to get out of bed this morning. Every morning. Remember, Esmeray: the speech is short. The speech is short. The speech is-

12:43:26. “President,” one of the cameramen reminds her to keep speaking.

12:43:47. “This year marks the 400th Hunger Games,” she says, snapping out of it. “In other words, it is the 16th Quarter Quell,” she states. She inhales deeply, then begins to speak again as she carefully unfolds the envelope. They were slowly beginning to lessen over time… she could only imagine what it looked like some 300 years ago…

12:44:10. “To remind the Districts that the Capitol is and always will be the safest and most secure place in Panem, the-.”

12:44:16. [*static*]

Reaping dropping in February !!

Pings: @ChemichaelOverreaction wink wink

I think this would change the whole dynamic in the series. Katniss wouldn't think further into killing Coin, but even if Prim didn't die and Katniss killed the President, it would result in a better ending to the Hunger Games story. With Prim surviving, Katniss wouldn't turn on Gale and the chances of their marriage would increase. Tell me your thoughts.

This is a topic I do think about A LOT! Since we do know basically nothing about her and what made her into the person we got to know in Mockingjay. What I (and I think most other people in the Alma Coin fandom (yes we exist)) agree upon is that she has to have some trauma. In the movies, we do get a bit of information about a past for Alma with Primrose stating that she lost her daughter and Husband in the epidemic and Alma later in an only movie scene stating “it’s the worst torture in the world, waiting when you know there’s nothing you can do.” I do very well feel like she is talking from her own experiences right there.

How did she become president? And when?

Some takes I saw are:

• the obvious Democratic election

• The position being handed down to her by the president before her

• (I haven’t seen it but sm1 surelay has it) Her working herself onto the top by rising through the ranks

• My own take is a mix between the first two, the former president manipulated the election so that Alma would win.

• Something I also have seen a few times and do think myself is that Alma became President at a young age (early-mid twenties)

My next question where does she come from? Who are her parents?

• A theory I and a few others support (I posted my hints on it here already) is that Alma is the daughter of Lucy Gray (there are differences on the father though), but no matter the father, if this would be true, it would make her very distantly related to Katniss and this in my opinion would change the way I see them interacting in Mockingjay a lot!

• Or maybe she is related to her predecessor? (Or her husband is somehow related to the president (I have this take myself and saw at least one more person with the same))

• Maybe she also just came from entirely unknown parents

Next, family?

since it is mentioned in the movies, I think the Alma Coin fandom agrees on taking it as canon that she had a family who passed, I think the takes are different there again

• her husband is related to the president and this is how she got the role to some degree

• Their death plays an important role to who she is (I think we can agree that this is very possible that the death of her family had a great impact on her)

• How was she as a wife and mother? I think she really loved her family and was having a great time as a mother and wife, but who knows.

What else might have happened? What might have been rules she had implemented into 13 herself when she became President that were different in the 13 she grew up in?

• there could have been so many things, like food shortages, accidents,… what we do know about is the pox epidemic. But this can’t be the only hardship 13 went through

• At least me add one other person seem to have the take that it was Alma who forbade Alcohol in 13, that it was allowed before, (maybe because if her own trauma and really bad memories with alcohol (my take), or just one situation (another person’s take). Or she just wanted her district prepared.

Is there something she blames herself for? Does she have other motives than getting rid of Snow and becoming President that motivated her to go through with the rebellion? There are soo many possibilities!

Now I’m wondering, what do you believe her past was like, if you never thought about it, maybe this will motivate you! I would love to hear about your ideas and am happy to discuss them! (And maybe you can also say what you think her hair colour was before they turned grey, also an interesting thing honestly)

This is my TBOSAS fanfic where the tributes don’t die. I hate my writing. Enjoy.

(This is mostly just a setup chapter, it’ll get more interesting in chapter two)

The sun beat down through the destroyed roof of the auditorium, forcing Lamina awake. She blinked in the brightness and looked around, momentarily forgetting she was high on a stone beam. The arena was littered with rubble and bodies baking in the heat. Lamina’s mouth felt like sandpaper. She remembered her mentor telling her about the gifts, and the crashed drone from the day before, but she had no idea how to signal to him that she needed water.

“Honestly, it should be common sense…” She muttered to herself. The arena was deserted aside from swarms of flies that had gathered around the bodies. She felt sick must looking at them. Even if she won, there’d be no happy ending. Treech would be one of those bodies. She tried to push the thought away when she heard movement from the tunnel entrance. The rainbow girl was climbing out hurriedly. Lamina had never talked to her. She hadn’t talked to hardly any of the other tributes, really, aside from Treech and the girl from 8, who talked to everyone. The rainbow girl was being chased by her district partner, who looked like he was sick in some way. He pursued her up a pile of rubble, grabbing at the ruffles on her dress and tearing them as he lost his footing during the climb. Lamina couldn’t make out what the two were saying, but she heard the buzz of a drone, and suddenly, the boy from 12 was falling backwards onto a huge stone slab.

The crack could easily be heard from anywhere in the arena. Lamina shuddered. The rainbow girl climbed down to her district partner and kneeled by his side. And then Lamina heard voices from the tunnels. It was the District 4 tributes. They climbed out, quickly followed by the boy from 10 who didn’t seem to like her, and Treech. The girl, Lamina remembered Treech mentioning her name to be Coral, was splattered with blood, providing a sinister sight.  The four of them spotted the District 12 pair and made their way over. Treech glanced up at Lamina as they passed the beam. The pack’s excitement was barely contained as they surrounded the rainbow girl.

“Hey Coral, do you mind if I take this one?”

Lamina stared as Treech spun his axe in his hand. Coral scoffed, raising her trident.

“Not a chance.”

The drone hit the boy from 4 first, knocking the net out of his hands. The boy from 10 was the first one to fall. Lamina saw Treech knock a drone towards Coral, purposeful or not, she couldn’t tell. In a matter of moments, all five of the tributes were coughing on the ground surrounded by dust. Lamina saw the rainbow girl grab a bottle of water and slip into a crevice in some rubble before the others were able to compose themselves. There were at least four full bottles of water laying there, very tempting. She heard Coral yelling at the others. Coral grabbed Treech by the jacket.

“You. Gather up these bottles, and then go watch that beam while we get your little friend from back home at least.”

Lamina’s heart sank. Treech looked at her, and she could tell he was desperately trying to think of some way to avert their attention. The District 4 pair strode over to Lamina’s beam with the District 10 boy following as Treech gathered the bottles of water, clearly still trying to think. Lamina stood, eyeing the trio below her. Coral started scaling one side, while her district partner climbed the other side. Lamina considered jumping down and making a break for it, but the boy from 10 would easily catch her. She considered for a moment as the two climbed higher, gripping her axe tightly. She carefully slid to her left where Coral was about to step onto her beam and swung at her head, just missing. Coral jabbed her trident at her, but with poor aim. Lamina swung her axe again, but Coral easily dodged and mounted the beam, jabbing at her with the trident again. Lamina scooted back on the beam only to barely dodge the boy’s wildly swinging knife. She swung at him, forcing him stumbling back, but he retaliated and slashed at her with his knife again, narrowly missing her chest. She stumbled back right onto the prongs of Coral’s trident. Tears sprung to her eyes at the sharp pain as Coral yanked the trident out. Lamina fell onto her back, wiping at the blood on her vest. Treech was standing below the beam, just watching with an expression of guilt and terror. The boy swung his knife again, but Lamina was able to knock it from his hand, but he instead propelled his net at her. She tried to yank it out of his hands with her axe, but it got caught. The net was heavy, dangling over the edge of the beam, and Lamina couldn’t get her axe out. Coral was standing over her and she lost her grip on her axe. Coral thrust the trident into Lamina’s stomach, raising her up and dangling her off the beam. Lamina grabbed the trident, attempting to stop her fall, but her blood-slick hand just slipped off. Lamina fell, hitting the ground hard.

She wasn’t dead. She knew that much, at least. Her vision was black, but she was still aware of what was around her. She could feel a hand on her shoulder. She could hear Coral’s voice as she confronted the boy from 10. She could feel the blood pooling on the ground beneath her. She couldn’t move. However hard she tried, she was stuck where she was, facedown on the arena floor breathing in blood and dust. The voices quieted soon after she heard another body fall, and she was alone again.

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Coral had given up on trying to chase down the girl from 8. She was too quick and nimble for the four of them, anyway. She’d probably die of thirst soon, anyway, just like the rest of them. Coral was wishing she’d taken a drink of that water before they’d chased after her, although she had to admit that it was suspicious that the little songbird hadn’t taken it with her. As she, Mizzen, and Treech wandered the tunnels, the terrified face of the 7 girl and Tanner’s shocked expression kept flashing through her mind. Why had she killed Tanner?? After all, he had done what she’d told him to. And the girl hadn’t done anything, she was just watching from her perch in the air. Now that she was gone, Treech would be even more mopey. Coral couldn’t stand his moping. Maybe she could kill him and get it over with before he turns on her. She was expecting him to do it while she was on the beam, maybe kill Tanner and make a break for it. She glanced back at him, trailing alone behind her and Mizzen. He looked even more pathetic than usual. She sighed, exasperated, and turned down some dark corridor they hadn’t been down yet.

(Sorry if this is the wrong place to post this, I’ll post it somewhere else in the future)

We all know that Katniss, Prim, and Rue were named after plants. But so are a lot of the other main characters. (Images were found off Google)

Peeta:

The plant is actually named “Peeta”. So Peeta was probably actually named after the plant then the type of bread “Pita”.

Johanna:

“Johanna” is a type of Azalea. Azaleas in general symbolize beauty, femininity, and family care. But the Johanna Azaleas specifically symbolize passionate love, enduring affection, resilience, temperance, and a wish for love that never dies.

Annie:

The plant is named after “Sweet Annie” and symbolizes purification, healing, and protection.

Now Beetee, Haymitch, and Finnick have ones too, but don’t really have any symbolic meaning or new connection to the character like Peeta’s does.

Douglas woke up early, his head still dizzy with sleep as he looked over at Xyla who was sleeping beside him, she looked peaceful. And for once she was quiet.

He forced himself up in a sitting position, his muscles complaining as he did so. He had to admit that he felt slightly hopeless. The pantry the two had wasn't impressive.

But he reached out and took one of the apples, chewing on it. He had no idea what to do with the jam, applying it on an apple would be weird. And eating something so sweet with just a spoon would be… unpleasant.

But he needed the energy. He was about to go to the feast today. He glanced up at the sky, seeing the stars through the glass of the greenhouse. They were slightly fading away as the sun got closer and closer to rising. And then the fear would begin.

But just as he was about to go he saw something up there in the sky, moving against him. Could it really be a sponsor gift? This early? And for him?

Nate yawned as he crawled out from his little hut made of dirt sacks. He really had to start moving. His breath was turning into smoke before him as he drank a bit from his water bottle.

He thought about the feast. All the careers would be there. Those annoying stupid careers. He almost wanted to go there just to attack them. But he was smarter than that. And if he was lucky one or two of them would drop today.

He looked at his supplies, there wasn't that much to make a breakfast of. More than the apples offcourse, they would probably be the only thing he would eat today. But he was forced out of his thoughts as he heard a loud thud.

His head snapped to the side as he saw a silver parachute landing outside his shelter. He smiled for himself as he quickly got to grab it, so they appreciated him after all?

It wasn't a big sponsor gift, but it still made him happy as he opened it, letting the delicate item lay in the palm of his hand as it reflected the light. A flint and steel with the capitols fancy logo printed on it.

With this he could make a fire, that would really be great. Maybe he could use that to cook the oats. If he just had a pot. Wait what was that laying in the greenhouse next to his?

Anise hadn't slept that well because the bricks underneath her were hard, even though she used her backpack as a pillow and the raincoat as a blanket. So that was the reason why she woke up at the sound of someone running.

It wasn't a loud sound, she wouldn't even have noticed it if she wasn't so on the alert. She got herself up on her feet as she looked around her. Everything looked alright, no career hiding here at least.

But that was until she noticed what was missing. The pot she had her water in? Has someone really stolen it? It must've been the person she heard last night.

She was annoyed, she should've kept it closer to her. She sighed as she grabbed her water bottle instead. She would just have to use it instead. Hopefully no one was planning a secret attack on her.

She tensed a little at the thought as she pushed down her things on her backpack. Guess she will eat raw potatoes today.

Silia carried several backpacks and her hands were filled with different supplies. It was a little uncomfortable, the different stuff poking her as she moved. She wanted nothing else than to just drop it. But she had to do it if she wanted to survive.

She looked over at the others, all of them looking as much as donkeys as her. They had to leave the cornucopia now, the sun was almost up.

“Where should we leave all this?”

Silia asked as they stepped out of the brick square and into the blocks of greenhouses. She couldn't help but feel as if they were being pushed away by the capitol. Not that she trusted the capitol that much from the beginning either.

“We would have to leave it somewhere, I can guard it”

Silia looked over at that other girl Justine, listening as she spoke. She was definitely a little… odd. She didn't speak much, but Silia kind of enjoyed her company. She didn't put any pressure on her.

“That's great, I could swap with you after a while, but I guess we could just move it back when the feast is over”

Justine nodded, she wasn't the person to trust people. But Silia didn't feel like that kind of person. That would betray her either.

Jack was rather happy. The pitchfork he got from the cornucopia wasn't that different from a trident, he would be able to use it pretty good. It was just a little heavier and a bit unbalanced.

But it was sharp enough. He had eaten everything he got at the cornucopia, he would be ready for the feast. He was smart and strong enough to just get in, take something and run.

He would make it.

Chaira watched the others as they slept, she had the last guard shift. They looked a lot more peaceful like this.

She raised her head and looked up at the sky. She will go to the feast today. She had been distracted from her original plan for far too long now. She had to play the flirty girl.

She didn't know whether or not her alliance would follow along with her, but she knew they wanted to find Annabelle and searching around the cornucopia would be smart.

Chiara was serving breakfast for her two allies, even though they were still fast asleep. She sliced up the bread and placed pieces of their fancy cheese on it. It would be smart to save the corn for later.

Just as she was about to wake the two up she happened to look at the sky, and smiled at the sight of a silver parachute. Most likely for her.

Ruby woke up, her head really ached from yesterday. Running that much had left a mark on her after all. As she sat up she saw Chiara, the girl smiling sweetly at her as she handed her a sandwich. Oh, she was really hungry.

She quickly started eating it as she thanked her ally. She was lucky that she had these two, and hopefully Annabelle too after this day.

As Ruby finished her sandwich just as Jack Cedar awoke, yawning as he accompanied the two with eating breakfast. He was a little unsure on what they should talk about.

He wanted to ask about the fear, their plans for it. But it felt a little weird. He should now shouldn't he? He himself would maybe go if he just had a better weapon… something he could use.

Chevy smiled as she wrapped some of the coil around his finger to test it, he could feel the metal smell of it as the cold surface touched his skin.

This was perfect. He wasn't entirely sure about what to do with it. He had so many ideas, all of them spinning around in his head. But none of them seemed to fit the situation.

He sighed as he watched the compass that was laying next to him. He wasn't entirely sure about it either. To be honest he wasn't entirely sure about anything. But he knew it would come in handy.

Pandora was still outside, looking for good pieces of glass that the pair could use. She knew the two of them had to keep moving, and having a set direction to walk in would be great.

He looked a second time as he decided to go north, watching the red nail closely. He took a part of the coil and turned it into a temporary necklace.

Maybe he should've used the coil for better things but he didn't want to lose the compass. And there was a lot of coil, his sponsors had been generous.

Pandora stood surrounded by people. They were everywhere around her. She stood in the middle of the full square as they watched up at the big screen, were a brutal scenes from a hunger game were showing.

She glanced over at her siblings, carefully counting them to make sure everyone was here. She didn't want to lose them. But she knew other people were counting different things.

Pandora had fought to not go to the square, but their family had to. They had to be here since they didn't own a private TV. But Pandora knew it would be hard to protect the people she loved here. Especially with what was about to happen.

She spotted familiar faces around her, her fellow rebels, that carefully spotted all peacekeepers and planned on how to attack them. Pandora knew she wasn't supposed to wish that they would fail. But she was, to be honest, scared.

And then the gunshots started. Pandora's siblings quickly got down on the ground on her command. There was panic everywhere. People feeling people with guns. And a person she knew very well.

Hugo. She ran against her as the guns shot him down, his skull exploding. Dead. No, that wasn't right. Pandora forced herself to believe that. She knew it was the truth somewhere she knew it. It was just so distracting-

Pandora snapped out of it as a signal echoed out over the arena. The feast had started. She pushed herself to her feet as she held the glass shards tight. Just breathe calmly. Hugo didn't die. He's still out there. She had to ignore her imagination.

Pandora kicked away the object that had caused the flashback. A brick. It was loose and rough and it looked almost identical to the one that was being used by a rebel to kill a peacekeeper In front of her.

Pandora knew they failed, the rebels were all dead. Still this rock was so… tempting. She glanced down at the cornucopia one final time as she got back inside to Chevy.

Kohan sprinted towards the cornucopia, carefully watching the weapons that made up the insides of it. It was almost only weapons, except for a long table in front of the cornucopia that was filled with fancy decorations and food.

He ran past it as he grabbed the first weapon she saw, a knife. As he retreated out of the cornucopia with it he looked around him for other tributes. More than his allies he couldn't see anyone.

Wait, there was another district boy as well. He had only grabbed a little knife and a backpack as he made his way back to the greenhouses. Kohan could take him. And his green sweater made him easy to spot.

Serenity was happy with the sword that she weighed in her hand. It made a great weapon. It was only her and the girl from 4 and boy from one at the feast. It looked so… empty.

Definitely not what she has imagined. Guess nothing was as she thought this year. She looked over at Hunter, that boy from one as he smiled at her.

“Looks like we're the only ones with sharp weapons”

“Don't count on that, the boy Kohan chased after looked fast. Or they could've been sponsored.”

Serenity responded as she looked back at Justine, who guarded their pile of supplies. Guess they could move it over now. This wasn't that bad after all.

Anise ran, she had entered the cornucopia from the opposite side of the careers and therefore managed to sneak in and out unnoticed. Now she just had to find a new place to rest. No way she would return to the old one if the thief was still there.

Jack Cedar strapped up his new shovel over his back, the capitol had provided him a strap as well. The sword felt steady in his hand as they continued their walk.

Right next to him was Ruby, the bow she clutched so tightly to her looked like it was created for her. It was made out of a thin gray coloured wood and it was absolutely perfect for a bow.

Jack Cedar couldn't help but think that they looked strong like this, Chiara walking in front of them. Like potential winners.

Jack Cedar watched Chiaras tense back from behind. She was a little weird, she had insisted that they should at least walk closer to the feast to get a better view. Jack Cedar and Ruby, still a little too excited over the capitol's gifts, had been foolish enough to say yes.

And off they went. Here, a couple of hours later it all felt pretty pathetic. As if they were just playing warriors. But he had to do this to get back to Hazel… wait, were those steps?

Douglas lungs were burning as he sprinted forward. This stupid career after him hadn't stopped following him. He was really being chased down.

He couldn't actually believe it. Was this where he was going to die? He wondered what Xyla did right now, he hadn't woken her up before he went off. And now he is gone…

Douglas was knocked to the ground as he crashed into something. Someone. The girl he had crashed into looked beautiful and she flared at him. The other two, the pair from district 12 had their weapons pointed at him.

He quickly crawled away, pushed himself up on his feet and ran. With a little luck the career would go after them instead. If he could just… run.

Ruby helped Chiara up, she cursed herself that she hadn't been fast enough. She could've killed that boy. She wondered if they would see him again-

Suddenly, from the same place as the boy, a career suddenly closed up to them. The boy from district four.

Kohan cursed himself, he hadn't been able to get the district 7 boy. But this was even better, he should just have taken some of his allies with him. There were a lot of enemies.

He raised his pitchfork as he saw the highly armed trio, they must've been sponsored all this. But he could defeat at least one of them, right?

Kohan lunged forward and avoided an attack from the boy. He was good with the sword he carried. But he wasn't fast enough to dodge Kohan's kick, and he tumbled down on the ground, holding his stomach.

Kohan turned just as he felt an arrow fly next to his right ear. He stared at the girl with the bow and arrow. He and the seemingly unarmed girl had backed off a little, as if they planned on running away from the boy.

But Ruby didn't have that many arrows. Only five left, offcourse she could reuse the old one but this career was blocking her way. And Jack Cedar was there as well. Seeing him like that made Ruby sick.

She quickly darted to the side as the boy swung his pitchfork, preparing an arrow as she sent it into the boy's leg.

He was startled by the pain but fell against chara, taking her with him to the ground. Ruby wanted to help, but what if she shot Chiara by mistake?

“Get off me!”

Chiara punished him as hard as possible in the face, watching as blood ran down from his mouth. The two were really fighting, rolling around on the ground. Chiara was good at this but the boy had the upped hand.

If she could just-

Chiara felt something sharp, like a knife, going over her throat. The blood flowed out of her as she felt the boy fall off her, laying down next to her. She couldn't really move her head but she could see three tributes right next to her. Annabelle?

Kohans was panicking, the pain in his chest was too much. He should've really knocked that boy out better if this wouldn't have happened. It was his fault once again. Or so he thought.

Was he really about to die? And then. His breathing stopped.

“Chiara!”

Annabelle hurried up to the familiar girl on the ground. Annabelle wasn't good with healing but she knew it was too late for Chiara. She couldn't believe it. Chiara was one of the stronger ones in their alliance.

She kneeled down next to the girl, meeting her gaze as she took Chiara's hand. And then… she was just gone. Gone like that.

“Annabelle? We… we have to go!”

Annabelle could hear Jack Cedar's voice that he was trying to sound confident, even though his voice broke. They were right. But she didn't want to lose the two bodies.

She turned around as she walked next to Ruby and Jack Cedar, leaving poor Chiara behind him.

Jack was devastated. How could this have happened? He was pinned down on the ground by the three carrers. He had almost been able to win over them. But there were too many. Everywhere.

One of the girls held the sword pointed to his heart. It will happen now. And everyone would see it. His whole family-

Serenity was a little disgusted as she killed the boy, listening at his cannon before he told Silia and Hunter to let go of him. The hovercraft could take him now.

“I wonder where Kohan went…”

Silla looked at Serenity as they went off to help Justine with the weapons. She was a little worried, the missing boy had been nice.

“Meh, I'm sure those cannons we heard earlier were his kills!”

Hunter smiled at the two as they hurried to Justine.

Xyla heard the cannons. Three of them. She couldn't help but feel worried that Douglas was one of them. Did he really leave her alone?

She knew he went for the feast, but anything could happen there… and now it was almost dark. He'd be back, she knew that. And suddenly the door opened and he walked in, panting and sweaty.

“Oh, I was worried! You're alright?”

Douglas only smiled a little at her, taking off the extra cardigan he wore. His knees were bandaged with the contents of this morning's sponsor gifts and in his hands he held two knives. Good.

Pandora and Chevy had been walking all day. The arena seemed endless, just filled with rows of greenhouses after greenhouses. But the longer they walked the higher up they came, the cornucopia was the arena's lowest point.

They had been alright, the only person they had seen was the district 3 girl as she ran past them. Chevy wondered if she was one of the cannons. Three in a day? Good that they got out of there. Just as they were about to choose a greenhouse to camp in Chevy saw something.

Was that a van?

Pandora couldn't really believe her eyes. The white van looked misplaced where it sold next to a greenhouse. It was large, with green stripes painted on the side.

Pandora circled it, all of the doors were locked, and the windows were made of really good glass. It would be hard to get in.

But as she looked at Chevy she knew this was good. He could probably do awesome things with all this machinery.

Hunter could really believe his eyes as he saw the face of Johan light up the sky. He really died? A career down when he fought the district 5 girl?

That was a lot to take in. He looked at his other allies, saw how they mourned the boy. What now?

Deaths:

-Kohan

-Chiara

-Jack

Kills:

-Jack Cedar

-Kohan

-Serenity

Sponsor points:

Hunter Maverick: 700 points

Serenity Crystalin: 650 points

Justine Chamberlain: 400 points

Nate Chase: 220

Annabelle

Watts: 100 points

Sillia Mackerel: 500 points

Pandora Torres:

200 points

Chevy Carter: 180 points

Xyla Woods: 200 points

Douglas Dendro: 250 points

Anise Calden: 250 points

Ruby Ember Stone: 100 points

Jack Cedar: 180 points

Arrgh, I'm m sorry for the delay on this post! It's been a lot, I found out one of my best friends is getting deported hehe- but I'll work on a five day schedule from now, with two days for you to hand in the forms and three days for me to write it! I'll probably fail but I work better with a dead line lolol!

Also it was so hard killing of the tributes, but I hope I did them justice hehehehe

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