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Okay, so I...
Okay, so I have read the Hunger Games! And AMAZING!!!! Anyway, I would like to make an RP since the last one died and at the time I knew little about the books.
I read the books in German so I need some English words. In the German books Katniss calls the day when the tributes are chosen "Ernte" meaning harvest. Is it the same in English?
And the second one: Are those scientifically changed Mockingbirds called Mutations?
Here's my character.
Name: Laurel Alvarez
Age: 12
District: 12
Family: Father, Mother, Lamar (18), Cayenne (13), Coriander (5)
Appearance: Thick chocolate brown hair that falls to her waist; mysterious dark grey eyes; very thin and small for her age; olive colored skin
Personality: Very shy and loves animals
Other: Her father works in the mines where her brother will also start soon.
If your character dies then you can take the part of the other tribute from your district (if not already taken), your mentor, someone in the stands or a family member or friend. We will decide who the winner is later.
submitted by Elizabeth M. , age 12, Germany
(September 12, 2011 - 8:33 am)
(September 12, 2011 - 8:33 am)
The day the tributes are chosing is called the Reaping and Mockingbirds and those mutts are called Muttations. :)
Name: Calico Downy
Age: 17
District: 1
Family: Father, mum, a little brother (7) and sister (5), and an older brother (23) and sister (25).
Appearance: Long strawberry-blonde hair normally tied back in a ponytail, green-blue eyes, average height, a bit skinny, and a smug smile.
Personality: Sarcastic, smug, bloodthirsty, doesn't like to listen to rules.
Other: Volunteered for a little twelve-year-old for glory, not because she cared for the kid. Good with spears and long sword-things and hand-to-hand combat.
(September 12, 2011 - 5:25 pm)
TOP!
(September 12, 2011 - 6:50 pm)
Name: Vaviar Lemenson
Age: 14
District: 12
Gender: Boy
Family: Mother, Bestin (12), Arson (5) Minsia (3)
Appearance: Very muscly, short cut brown hair, mysterious brown eyes, a stern expression but a loving smile, very tan.
Personality: He's caring, compassionate, but knows how to work hard and can pack a punch.
Other: Secretly in love with Laurel. Works at the apothecary shop with his family, spends his time harvesting herbs.
Was that good?
(September 12, 2011 - 8:41 pm)
Thank you for joining!!!
@ZB- OH MY GOSH! You read my mind! My actual idea was to make a fourteen year old boy tribute who falls in love with Laurel and (if she dies) I have a scene ready!
@Olive- Thanks so much for the help! :)
(September 13, 2011 - 7:10 am)
Oh dear. This is way too long. I didn't even get to the reaping.
Laurel-
I wake up facing Cayenne. Her usual frown left her face whileshe slept so that she now looks like a beautiful angel floating on a cloud inthe sky. Her curly brown hair falls lightly over her shoulders, covering her ina silky blanket.
When Cayenne is sleeping, I envy her beauty. I am one yearyounger but small thin and am not good for much.
Yes, I have an odd talent for throwing kitchen knives at wallswhen I’m angry but that is all.
Cayenne is known as the most beautiful girl at school. Thereshe looks like she does in her sleep; an angel. But when she comes home it’slike a change has over come her. She takes one look around the small kitchen,then becomes her whining loud self.
I am “an annoying little brat”, as she says. I wish she wasalways the same. Beautiful, smiling and cheerful.
A snore interrupts my thoughts. Lamar. If he had to sleep inthe woods outside of District 12 some wolf would find and eat him, he snores soloudly.
I twist a strand of hair around my finger before I decide toget out of my warm bed. I creep over Cayenne’s sleeping body and step onto thecold dirt floor.
The first light of morning is already beginning to reach overto our home. Soon, Dad and Mother will be up. I don’t have much time to do whatI have to do.
I pick up my over large shoes passed down from Cayenne andpull them over my feet. I don’t bother with the laces.
I sneak out of the room andpast the curtain signifying my parents’ “bedroom”. Dad will be sleeping latetoday but Mother…?
Motheris not singing her morning song so I don’t notice her standing there, stirringa pot of something that suspiciously smells like bread. I jump when she noticesme tip toeing across the room.
Sherests her hands on her hips while her large belly pokes out from under hershirt.
“Andwhere, young lady, do you think you’re going?”
I lookat my feet nervously. “I-I’m going to Sage’s.”
“Sage’s?You’ll see her at the reaping.”
Thereaping. The word sent a shiver up my spine whenever I heard it. Shortly afterthe last reaping, I had turned twelve. A horrid age where we live. My name hadbeen put in the big glass bowl that held all the names of girls from ages12-18. I had also put my name in 6 more times so that each of my siblings couldget two packages of flour and oil to share with the family.
Motherand Dad had both refused my offer to put my name in for them. My name was inthere seven times. I had a bigger chance of being chosen than Ashia, themayor’s daughter. She only had to put her name in once. But I still had achance.
“Ijust-… Please Mother?” Mother puts her hand on her stomach and watches mecarefully. I don’t move.
“Okay.”I quickly run out into the cold streets without worrying about a jacket.
Sage’shouse is up the street, not far from mine. She’s the sister I never had. Thisis also her first year with her name in the bowl.
Insteadof knocking on the door as I usually do, I walk to the back where we haveplanned to meet. She’s there waiting with her twin brother, Tyler.
“Whattook you so long?” She demands, folding her arms over her chest.
“Gotheld up.”
Sherolls her eyes playfully. “Well then, sit down on the steps.” She turns to Tylerwho is holding a large pair of sheers. “Ready?”
He nodsnervously.
As aritual, to celebrate (and mourn) our partaking in the reaping, Sage and I havedecided to both cut our hair. Then if one of u is chosen, we will have the hairto remember each other with. A funny and sad ritual.
Cayenneis the first. Her brother takes her light brown hair and cuts it shakinglyuntil her shoulders. “Are you sure…?”
“Perfect!Now it’s your turn, Laurel!” Sage turns around to bundle up the remains of herglossy hair.
Tylerturns to me. “How much?” He eyes my hip length tangled hair.
“Justuntil my elbow. That’s a foot!” He smiles a little and goes around the back ofmy head. I can feel him slowly cutting the tangles up till my elbows. When hefinishes I turn around and bundle up my hair like Sage did.
“Okay,and now we say: I give this to you as a parting gift. Remember me as yourbeautiful, true friend.” I repeat the words and excjange my hair for Sage’s.
“Oh,and you might as well give some to Tyler.”
“I don’tneed…” Tyler begins, but Sage is already shoving some hair into my hands.
I lookTyler straight in his dark blue eyes.
I don’teven say the words. I just give Tyler my choclatey hair. Our hands touch,making my cheeks turn red and a warm feeling spread through my stomach.
He looksat his feet. “I’d better go.” I mumble.
(September 13, 2011 - 8:42 am)
@Elizabeth M.: Your English is pretty amazing. You're fluent in German as well, I assume? :) I can only speak English and a bit of French.
Oh, and I'm gonna use the C/S system by the way. :)
Calico Downy sailed threw several back alleys of District 1, on one of the newly-manufactured (and now newly "appropriated") hoverboards made for the Capitol residents, smirking triumphantly. Her two best friends, Mizz and Tartan, flew behind her, laughing and high-fiving.
The alleys were completely empty, as most of the residents of District 1 were either squeezing in some extra training, or already in the town square where the Reaping would take place.
"Shouldn't we be heading to the square right now?" Mizz asked. Tartan scoffed and Calico laughed.
"Eager to volunteer?" Calico joked, knowing full well that Mizz wasn't as keen as she and Tartan were about the Games. Mizz rolled her eyes and Tartan checked her watch.
"It might be a good idea to double back," she remarked. "The Reaping starts in half an hour." Calicio sighed.
"Fine." She spun around suddenly as did Mizz and Tartan.
Plot bunnies have been on vacation recently, and today's no exception. :)
(September 13, 2011 - 4:27 pm)
@Olive- That's great! I guess I'm not the only one who didn't get to the Reaping! :) Thank you for the compliment on my English (though I am an American). :) I am pretty fluent in German though I make gramatical mistakes...Ahem... Quite often. :) I'm also learning French! What a wonderful language! Oh and you seem to know quite a lot about the Hunger Games so would you mind listing the Muttations that Katniss mentioned in the Games? Thanks!
(September 14, 2011 - 4:54 am)
I need to go back to school in a few (for some sort of band info thingy) so I won't be able to post anything for Calicio.
Anyways, YOU'RE AMERICAN? All this time I thought you lived in Germany... :P Anyways, here is the list of Muttts (and I put the names of the books to (hopefully) prevent any spoilers) in no particular order. But WARNING! THERE ARE STILL SPOILERS!
The Hunger Games
Those werewolf things with the dead Tributes' eyes.
Jabberyjays
Mockingjays (if they count)
Tracker Jackers
Catching Fire
All those listed above, um, oh!
The monkeys in the arena
They mentioned a type of bug that made a clicking sound
That's all I can remember.
Mockingjay
The lizard/human hybrids that smell like Pres. Snow's roses
Those listed above.
...that's all I can remember.
Hope this helps! :)
I believe Elizabeth M. is an American living in Germany.
Admin
(September 14, 2011 - 4:31 pm)
Laurel-
Runningback to my house, I can still feel the warm touch of Tyler’s fingers on mine.They tingle and the warmth in my face has not yet left. If someone asked, Iwould blame it on the cold.
I rushthrough the door, shivering. Mother is just setting the mismatched bowls on thetable.
“Thereyou are, Laurel! You cannot stay out long today! We have to get you ready.” Shehands me a few spoons for me to lay out.
Lamarcomes in with Dad. Both of their cheeks are bright red from cold while theycarry in a small package.
“What’sthat?” Cori begins to jump up and down. His still chubby five year old cheeksjiggle with his movement.
“Asurprise for later…” Dad says with a twinkle in his eye. “If-“ He doesn’tfinish his sentence but I know what he wanted to say. If no one dies.
It isunderstood in District 12 that if your child is chosen, he is going to die.
Mothermotions for us all to sit down. Cori takes a seat on my lap and I kiss his softbrown curls.
“Goodmorning, little sun.” He giggles at my words. “Good morning, little sun.” Herepeats. I smile at my little brother. Nothing in the world would make himunhappy.
Motherbegins to give us our small portions of bread mush. It’s light brown, thick andlumpy but I begin to eat silently without saying a word.
“Notbread mush again!” Startled, I stare at Cayenne.
“Dear,please ea-“ Dad tries to calm his daughter.
“Mom!Ashia gets oranges shipped from the Capitol and all we it is this!” She takesanother disgusted look in her bowl, then pushes is back. “I won’t eat it.”
“Flower,you need your strength to-“
“NO,MOM! I DON’T CARE IF I’M PICKED OR NOT! AT LEAST I CAN GO SOMEWHERE OTHER THANTHIS,” she jumps up and runs out the door. Mother attempts to follow her yetDad pushes her down lightly.
“Let mehandle this.” He spoons the last tiny portion of mush into his mouth, thenheads out the door behind Cayenne.
“Girls.”Lamar mumbles.
Mothershakes her head but says nothing. She takes Cayenne’s bowl and sticks it nearthe hearth to warm.
“Laurel,dear, you’ll take your bath first today.” She says handing me a pot of water. Iturn around to bring it into the bedroom when she gasps.
“Whathappened to your hair?!”
“I justcut it, Mother.”
“Itlooks like a goat ate it.” Lamar grins.
Agrimace covers my face. Was it really that bad? I finger the uneven ends of myshorn hair.
“DidSage do that?!” Mother demands.
“No,Tyler.” I answer, not looking in her eyes for fear she will see me redden.
Mothersays nothing. She just stares. Finally her voice breaks the silence: “Go beginyour bath. I’ll be in, in a moment.”
Motherrubs my hair with a towel and then begins to brush it. “Your hair is alwaystangly, Laurel; you should take more care.” She struggles through the knots.
“Youknow you aren’t a little girl anymore.”
“I’mnot a lady, if that’s what you mean.” I don’t like conversations like these.They are uncomfortable and make me feel embarrassed.
“No,Laurel, but you are no child. You need to know how to take care of yourself.”
I sigh.“Does this still have something to do with my hair?”
Shechuckles. “You do have your father’s spirit.”
Aftermother has gotten the comb through my hair, she begins to pull it back into onelong braid.
Shebraid it over the side of my left shoulder, then ties it with a little brownstrip of cloth.
Motherthen lifts the cloth of my dress of my wet head. It’s an ocean like green witha round large neck and long wrist length sleeves. It falls until my knees whilea strip of the same dress clothwraps around my waist. Mother has adjusted the dress to fit me for Cayenne wasthree times as big at twelve.
“Youlook wonderful my little turtledove.”
In halfan hour, my whole family is ready to walk to the middle of Town for theReaping. Cayenne has been dressed in a dark purple sleeveless dress frommother. Her curls are only pulled back with a matching hair band.
At theReaping families are milling around, some talking, most saying nothing. I gointo the group of twelve year olds with Sage.
“GoodLuck.” She whispers in my ear. I grasp her hand and squeeze it. We both smilenervously at each other.
“Youlook pretty.” Someone says next to me.
I whirlaround and face Tyler who is also standing next to me. “May the odds always bein your favor.” He wishes me with a wink. I can’t help but turn red. I canalmost see the little glimmer of red on his cheeks, too. I make up my mind andgrasp his hand also.
Therewe are. Three twelve year olds, holding hands, waiting for the moment that maychange their lives forever.
Firstthe mayor gets up and greets us. After that he tells the story of Panem but Ican hardly listen. The beating of my heart drowns out all other sound.
Afterthat, Lena Katzbeck takes her place on the podium. Her radiant but fake whitetoothy smile is almost scary. Her dark red hair is curled into long tressesfalling onto a blood red short dress and high heals. Her face is covered inunnatural colors.
“HappyHunger Games, everyone! Aren’t we all happy today!” She’s the only one smiling.
Sheclears her throat. “Well, then, my dears! Let’s get on with it! Ladies first!”
Shereaches into the bowl next to her and pulls out a little piece of paper.
“Oh!” Shesays too happily. “A lovely name!” Everyone is hoding there breath includingme. “LAUREL ALVAREZ!”
I feellike I am going to faint, scream, choke and cry all at the same time. I closemy eyes, thinking that it’s a nightmare. I am lying between Cayenne in Lamar.Cuddled in their warmth.
“LAURELALVAREZ! No need to be shy!”
Someonepushes me lightly. I can feel stares watching me as I walk to the podium. I canalmost feel the pity being poured out of their hearts. They know I won’tsurvive.
After Ihave reached the podium, Lena squeezes my arm as a happy gesture. I feel likesnow when the sun comes out, melting until it becomes a puddle.
I can’thold back the tears that begin to stream down my face. All the cameras areturned to me. The whole Capitol is watching the little twelve year old Laurelcry her eyes out.
“Anyvolunteers?” Lena asks looking into the crowd. I steal a glance at my family.
Lamaris standing there holding little Cori. His face is shocked and angry. LittleCori is waving at me. I don’t wave back.
Mother’sface is buried in Dad’s shoulder while he just watches smiling Lena with fullhatred.
Finallymy stare rests on Cayenne. Our eyes meet and she does nothing. My last andfinal hope that my sister might save me and volunteer to save my life. That shewould come up, hug me and take my position, but no, her face is hard to read. Amix of shame, pity, anger and sadness.
I turnaway and face Lena.
“Well,it’s your lucky day, Laurel! Now you have a chance at lifelong glory!” I donothing.
I’m going to die.
I wasn't sure if the lady from the capitol would still be Effie so I just made someone up.
(September 14, 2011 - 9:24 am)
Sorry I haven't been posting!
//Vaviar//
I exited the small, three-roomed shop that my family owned, downed in a white polo shirt tucked into black jeans. My usually unkept brown hair was washed and flattened over my eyes, and I proceeded to the square. On the other side of the village Laurel Alvarez and her family were walking towards the square. Her strikingly beautiful sister Cayeene wore a deep purple dress that looked amazing, but I was paying attention to Laurel. She wore a ocean green dress that complimented her eyes, and her little siblings were in their parents' arms, happy as always. Smiling and waving my hand to her, she ignored me, hugging her friend Sage and her brother Tyler. Tyler...one of my other friends. He often came to the apothecary shop, wanting to buy herbs for his ever sick family. It was no secret at school that he and Laurel were smittin. I'm not even sure that they knew it. Filing into the clump that was the 14s, I glanced up at the stage. 27 slits of paper read Vaviar Lemenson. Glancing back towards the 12s, I gave a reassuring wink to Bestin, who was here for the first time, with only one paper. I refused to let anyone else receive any tesserae, it was too dangerouse. I've been out in the forest multiple times, I can hunt, run, do all that stuff while they can only barter. Bartering won't save your life. Lena Katzbeck took the stage and sat down. There were only four chairs, two for tributes, one for Mayor Arselo, and the last for Lena. There were no winners from 12. Mayor Arselo droned on about the history of Panem, the reason for the Hunger Games, and so forth. Finally, Lena stood up to speak. "Happy Hunger Games, everyone! Isn't everyone just so excited!" Silence. "Alright! Let's start this Reaping! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Ladies first!" She reached into the latter of the bowls, rummaging around for a paper slip. Pulling one out and reading it, "Oh! What a lovely name! LAUREL ALVAREZ!" A small gasp arose from the crowd. A 12? Honestly, these games were never ending in their amount of cruelness. She looked about to faint, and Bestin caught her. Good old Besty. With a white face, she slowly made way to the stage. Groping for the handle bar, she proceded step by step. Glancing grotesquely at Laurel, Lena continued, walking towards the boy's bowl. "Alrighty then! Let's choose the male tribute!" She did the same, fidgeting around in the slips to find the right one. Pulling a paper out, she exclaimed, "VAVIAR LEMENSON!" My heart skipped a beat. This shouldn't be happening, and yet, it was so likely to happen. I didn't faint, or fall, or do anything really. I just stood there, a blank expression on my face, until another boy pushed me forward, causing me to stumple and fall. "VAVIAR? Vaviar?!" Lena kept calling. I walked forward, up the steps, and took my seat next to Laurel. Lena made us stand up. "You're District 12 tributes, everyone!" A faint clapping, cries of despair, and yells don't to go arose up, but it was no use. They were already ushering us into the Justice Building.
(September 14, 2011 - 6:08 pm)
Bleh. Gah. Oh. I'll try my best.
The town square was surrounded with festive banners and large TV screens that showed the stage where the mayor, several previous Games winners, and the mentor- Mundie Helum- were waiting, along with four large glass balls; another two balls had been needed because of all the slips that had been taken.
Calico had entered around 90 slips.
Mundie was grinning broadly, obviously proud of being bumped up from District 3 to District 1. Her teeth were silver as were the swirling tattoos on her otherwise bald head and her diamond-shaped eyes.
The victors ranged from proud to bored and the mayor was wearing a brand-new robe, encrusted with diamonds and crystals.
"Before we continue, I must say how excited I am to be mentoring the best district in all of Panem!" Mundie said pointedly, looking at the camera and no doubt at District 3. The crowd cheered loudly. Mundie turned to the mayor. "Mr. Mayor, would you like to tell us the history of Panem?"
"Gladly," he replied. When he spoke, it was almost as if he was addressing the entire of Panem.
*
Mundie's smile couldn't seem to stretch far enough as she reached into a glass bowl. She pulled out a small slip of paper and opened her mouth to speak the first syllable of the name, then caught herself.
"Please remember to volunteer after the Tribute comes onto the stage," she said. There was an impatient groan from the crowd and Mundie jumped a bit before reading the slip of paper.
"Star Heathan." 12-year-old Star had barely stepped onto the stage when the voices of hundreds--maybe even thousands--of girls sounded their want to volunteer. Mundie looked calm, obviously expecting this, before putting her fingers into her mouth and whistling shrilly and loudly. Everyone was silent and she smiled a bit coldly.
"You know the drill," she said in a no-nonsense voice. No one spoke. Mundie turned to Star. "Do you want to be a Tribute, dearie?" Star shook her head.
"I'm too young to even stand a chance," she said matter-of-factly. Mundie nodded.
"I agree, you're too pretty a face to potentially lose," she said, patting short Star on the head. She looked at the crowd. "Now I pull out another slip of paper and see if they would like to volunteer." Mundie dipped her hand back into the glass bowl, the other one this time. She looked at the paper and smiled.
"I rather like this name," Mundie said. The audience drew in a breath. "Calico Downy."
You can guess what happened next.
All for now. I don't like typing with six fingers (I'm eating popcorn). :)
(September 14, 2011 - 8:15 pm)
OOOOOh! Popcorn! Elizabeth have some?
Laurel-
We–Vaviar and I- are whisked off to the Justice Building, cameras following our every step. Bitter hot tears fall from my face and I hate my sister. She was my last hope and she just stood there dumb as a post.
She would never have done such at thing, a voice in the back of my head says.
She wouldn’t have. I almost agree with myself, but I can’t stop hating her. I hate the capitol who has sent me, a twelve year old, out to die. I hate all the Districts. I hate Panem. I hate Lena Katzbeck. And most of all, I hate myself.
I ambled into a room with a soft dark red sofa. It’s made out of soft velvet. The color reminds me of blood.
I’m sitting on death’s sofa.
I run and cower on the wall opposite to death’s couch as a wave of nauseausness comes over me.
I feel tired and cold. My shoulders shake from my sobs when Mother, Dad, Lamar, Cayenne and Cori walk in.
Dad whisks me up in his arms and hugs me close to his chest like he always did when I was a little girl. He smells like sawdust and leaves. I love his smell. I close my eyes wanting to believe this never happened.
Mother strokes my hair softly. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers.
Dad finally puts me down.
Cayenne is standing near the door looking at her feet. Mother squeezes me in a big hug and then she begins to sob again. Dad begins to comfort her.
“Come on over, Smurf.” Lamar holds out his muscly olive arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me.
“Be strong,” is all he says.
Then Ihug Cori for a long time. He understands nothing. He just sucks on his thumb and smiles his dimpled grin.
“Now, I won’t see you for a long time,” I whisper into his ear.
“Going somewhere?” Tears spurt into my eyes.
“Yes, I’m going somewhere.”
“Why?”
Why? Yes, I wish I could ask that same question, Cori. But all I answer is, “You’re the boss of the family now. Take good care of them.”
I stand up. Cori giggles as I ruffle his hair. “Hero,” he manages to exclaim between giggles.
Yes, you’re a hero, Coriander Alvarez.
Then I turn to Cayenne. Her beautiful curls are falling into her face so that I can’t see if she is crying or not. All the hate in my body disappears as I embrace her once more. Cayenne is taken aback with surprise but then I feel her arms wrap around me in a loving hug.
“I just couldn’t,” she sobs. I know, Cayenne, I know. It is the closest I have ever felt to her.
My family is called out. I hug all of them briefly and then Sage walks in.
We stand there looking at each other for a long time.
“Will you bury my hair if I die?”
She smiles a little. Then hugs me, too. We stand there for a while, saying nothing. Then a soldier calls her out. “I’ll miss you.” She whispers.
I stand there for a little bit still crying silently, already missing Mother’s humming in the kitchen. Knowing that I will never see her baby come to the world. Knowing that the long afternoons playing with Sage and Tyler are over.
Tyler?
Just in that moment he walks in.
“I just wanted to say-“ He takes a long step towards me then bends down and kisses my lips softly. I had never imagined what it would be like to kiss a boy, but this short delicate kiss is unforgettable.
Then embraces me and I put my head on his shoulder.
“I always loved you,” he tells me.
“I know.”
We are quiet again. Then he pulls back from the embrace. I see the glistening tears in his eyes.
“I’ll never forget you, you know.”
“I know.”
The door is opened.
“I’ll miss you."
“Goodbye, Tyler.” I look at him once more. Then he is led out. Just a few minutes later I am led out by a strong white-clothed soldier.
Viviar’s face is emotionless. He keeps clenching and unclenching his jaw. I watch him for any sign of tears or sadness. But his lovely tan face shows no signs of emotion.
We are led to the train that will lead us to our deaths in the arena.
(September 15, 2011 - 10:11 am)
I'm making a new charrie. Hopefully no one else made a male district 1'er.
Name: Van Alem
Age: 17
District: 1
Family: Mum, dad (who was a previous Games winner), little brother who he trains vigorously when he isn't training himself.
Phs. Description: Tall, muscular, dirty blond hair, black eyes.
Personality: Haughty, stuck-up, vengeful, bloodthirsty mindest.
Skills: Strong, fast, can kill someone by smashing them bodily into a rock or tree or wall...
Extra: He has a quick temper.
Can't see ZB's post right now.
Calico was smiling smugly and wasn't nervous in the least as she stepped up onto the stage.
"Don't bother asking me if I want to be a tribute," Calico said as Mundie opened her mouth to speak, "because anyone who knows me knows that it's my dream to win the Games." Mundie closed her mouth and smiled, but her eyes showed that she was a little disgruntled at being interrupted.
"Well, a warrior, isn't she!" Mundie remarked. She moved onto the next glass ball.
"Van Alem!" Mundie cheered. Calico knew him; seventeen years old as well, muscular, tall, and the only people who could keep him down for longer than a second was Calico herself and his father- a previous Games winner. Van winked haughtily at Calico as he stepped onto the stage.
"I assume you want to be a Triubte?" Mundie asked. Van snorted before nodding. Mundie's smile faltered- she was obviously stuck with two brats. But they both seemed to have a good chance at winning, unlike those from District 3...
"Your tributes!" Mundie exclaimed. The crowd hooted and hollered; Calico and Van were favourites to win and seeing both of them in the same Games, well, it was going to be an interesting year.
The anthem played before Calico and Van were led into separate rooms in the Justice Building.
Sorry, I can't think straight for some reason right now. :)
(September 15, 2011 - 4:35 pm)
I can't see ZB's post right now, but I just wanted to say thank you, Olive, for writing those down for me. And, I'm an American but I live in Germany as Admin said. :) You're Canadian, right?
(September 16, 2011 - 9:09 am)
//Vaviar//
The Peacekeepers lead me through the Justice Building and onto the train. Most of my hour had been spent with my family, as they were really the only people who cared enough about me to say goodbye. After giving me a golden necklace with our apothecary shop sign, two snakes curled up together on a stick, she had burst out sobbing, and had to leave the room. The rest of it was my dad quizzing me on past Hunger Games, while Bestin, Arson, and Minsia were quietly sitting next to me, Arson and Minsia on my knees. They hardly knew what was going on, and yet, they'll lose their brother. The Peacekeeper finally had to push them away, and I knew this was the last time I'll ever see them. Laurel and I were forced to sit next to each other on a cramped train cart, rushing us off to the Capitol. I couldn't think of anything, not even that I was sitting next to Laurel, though my mind was completely blank of any thought.
(September 15, 2011 - 10:54 pm)