Rick~

I stare at this kid for a while.

"I already have a partner," I say. I look at them again. "Please come. I promise this isn't a trap. If this wasn't the Games I'd put down my weapons. Come on. You have to meet Celle."
I walk away. They talk in a group for a while, but finally follow me.

"We are hiding in a tree," I tell them. "We need all the hands we can get."
Lucelle's head pops up in the tree. "Rick! You're back! And you have people!"
She looks overjoyed. Is she really that interested in escaping the Capitol?

"All right," she says. "We need to find a way to break through the force field. The best way I can think of is electricity. We need the kids from Distict Three."

I wince when she says that. Jeannie was from 3. The girl notices and shoots me a questioning glance. "My old partner was from three. She died. A girl just walked into our camp and killed her. "  the boy looks sad. "I'm sorry." After a moments pause, he says" Are you part of the rebellion or not?" I look at Zander. We've waited so long for a chance to show up The Capital. He nods. Another pause. "I've been rude," says the girl. "I'm Lucelle and this is Rick." Then she gasps, "RICK! You SAID about the you know what. Now they KNOW. THEY'LL-" "They don't know,"  said Rick quietly. "I put up a place with the sound where the speakers don't work. "

Lucelle~

So Rick shows up with 3 tributes. Great! More extra hands! Plus, two of them are from the rebellion. This is great. I start talking.

"Listen, I'm sorry about your friend, but we have to find the other tribute from 3. We need lots of electricity."
The only girl from the group (I think she's from 11) speaks up. "But why?"

"I have a plan," I explain. "I've been studying trains since I was four. Anyway, if we can just find a substance that works just as well as metal and get some electricity into it, we can use it to power up one of my makeshift trains and- make it destroy the force field."
It's strange being able to speak so freely. Rick is great.

"So that's why we need District Three. They'll be able to get some electricity into what ever tracks we make.

"Oh, and speaking of trains, don't step any closer. I have a buch of deathly rains rigged up. If you look close you can see the vines.

"Two more things. I'm seriously injured and can't get out of here. That's part of the reason we need more people.-"

"Celle!" Rick says. "Don't give away information like that!"
"I trust them," I snap. "And the second thing is, what are your names?"

Rick~

I can't believe Lucelle would just toss out information like that. The Celle I know is shy and untrusting. What did The Hunger Games do to her?

I'll make the person from district 3.

Name: Jackson.

District: 3

Gender: M

Apperance: Tall, strong, frizy brown hair, green eyes.

Training score: 10.

Best defense: Anything to do with electricity, fists.  

Woohoo!!!

name Alexandra (Alex) brown

Gender f

age 16

district 11

apperence long blonde hair pulled in to a French braid  blue eyes freckles  tall  

training score  10

best defense bow and arrows and  agility

"No," I heard my sister cry as my name got called. "Alex wait, pick me pick me." 

"Do we have a volunteer?" asked that mean lady standing on the podium.

"No," I snapped, looking over my shoulder at my sister, Hannah.

I boarded the train with the other person that got called, Michel Angelo.

"What do you want? It is all your fault that I got on this train. You ruined my life you... You." I thought, What could I call him? Then it came to me, what my sister said to me: "Mean poop head."

He looked hurt. That night I apologized to and we became friends. Two mornings later we arivived at where The Hunger Games were hosted

"District 11."

We walked off the train, Michel reached for my hand.

"NO," I screamed at him. "You expect me to hold your hand? This is where our life could end and you reach for my hand?" 

"We need people to like us if you want to win," he said.

Later that night we started to talk about how we will do this...

Um, first, Swimluv88, try reading through everything! We're really far into the Games, but I suppose it doesn't matter. All you need is a different district.

Anyway,

Rick~

Lucelle is telling me something, but I'm not really listening. The others--they seem friendly, but this is the Hunger Games. You can't trust anyone. 

"Rick! Are you listening?" I snap back to focus. "I said that you should look for the District Three boy, maybe with some of them!"
I nod. "All right. But we need to be careful. Remember, the cameras are deayed TEMPORARILY, and there's a lot of stuff we need to do. Like food."
"I have plenty," she scoffs. "You had some, some of the people who died had some, I got tons of food from sponsors. I have a PANTRY!"
She gestures to the hole in the tree, covered with a wooden slab, that holds our food.

"So don't worry about me. You go ahead. Please."

I sigh and go over to tell them. (you guys can voalanteer or not, I don't care, but the next part's important.)

I step up andI feel something strange through my shoes. Like a vine.

"Rick!" It's Lucelle. I turn. "Run! Jump! GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

It's too late. The train barrles towards me at full speed, and everything goes black.

Lucelle~

I can't believe it. Rick is gone. I see him, he's so close, but he's so far away. So very far away. 

"Rick," I whisper. "Rick, Rick, please tell me this is a game, a trick...even just injured! Please, please, just don't be dead!"
One of the others goes and feels his chest, his neck, his wrist. He/she looks up, sympathetically.

"i'm sorry," he/she says, quietly. "He's....dead."
No. No. No. No. Come back, come back. He's not dead. Rick is immortal, he cannot die, come back, come back.

He's not going to, something tells me, but I can't bear it. No. 

I muster all my strength and jump. I go through the hole and into the light. No time for rejoicing, though. I dash oer to Rick. He isn't breathing.

"Rick," I say. "Come on, this isn't funny. Please get up."
I know he's not going to. He's not, and soon the hovercraft will come to take him away. No. They won't. I'll keep him. He can't go, not completely. I need him with me. At least part of him.

But too soon the hovercraft comes. I try to stop them, but I can't. He's gone, the last I'll ever get of him. He's gone. He's gone.

I lie down in the dirt and have a good cry. When I'm done it's night, but I don't leave. I stay there, sleeping where he just was.

Goodbye.

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Sorry if I sound repetitive, I'm just trying to get to the "mood", you know?

Zinnia~

"He's dead, Lucelle. I'm sorry," I say, remembering Jeannie's death. Lucelle gives a uncontrollable sob. Patting her awkwardly on the back, I look back at Zander and Cory and mouth 'Am I doing this right?' Zander shrugs.  

Lucelle~

It's too much. It's just too much.

Being torn away from my family, my trains, my friends. Being torn away from my mentor. Tracker Jackers. Breaking my arm and getting two knives in it. Being trapped in a tree, helpless.

Too much.

I go wild. Insane, really. Not hostile. Not hostile, but insane. Temproarily insane. 

The first thing I do is find the remains of my best friend. His blood (I put it in an empty water bottle). One of his knives. And one more thing.

I take from around my neck the necklace. My token, my lucky necklace that's supposed to look like a pond... my birthstone, aquamarine, the base, with emeralds around it as lily pads. A family heirloom.

I open it and take out his picture. The one I love the most. I dig a hole by a tree and put these items in there. The blood. The knife. The picture.

I carve an X in the tree, even though I know it doesn't matter. The arena will be wiped clean. Still, it makes me feel better. Insane, but still better.

My next act is to destroy the thing that took his life. With clumsy swings of my sword I take apart the beautiful craftmanship that had taken me so long, so very long, to create. madness.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and try to brush it off but it stays. I turn to glare at the owner. Zinnia.

"Please stop," she says. "You're going mad. Take some deep breaths. Please. Think about this."
I do so. I see things with new eyes. More importantly, I see my key to escape almost in ruins.

"Rick," I say. "And the train. And the Capitol, and District Three, and home. And escape. We... we must work toether to escape the Capitol. Escape the Capitol and go home, home where I can... I can attend his feuneral. We can do it if we get District Three."
Claming thoughts. True thoughs that bring me back to my senses.

"I'm sorry. This is not how I should be acting. We will have losses. But it will add up to a sucess. I'm sorry."

Zinnia

"Uh...Lucelle?" I ask cautiously. This could get dangerous. Lucelle looks up at me. Then I realize something. Rick is definitely dead, but no canon has fired.