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The Last Hunger Games.
So, I've been toying around with this idea for quite a while now, and I think it's time I started doing it.
Some people might say that the 73rd Hunger Games were the last true Hunger Games. Everything worked according to plan.
Some people might say that the 74th Hunger Games were the last Hunger Games. Everything mostly went according to plan.
Some people might say that the 75th Hunger Games were the last Hunger Games, even though it went down the drain..
But a few say differently
A few say that the last Hunger Games were the Hunger Games with the Capitol children. Sure, the rules were very different, and nothing was quite the same, but it was the last Hunger Games.
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So, who wants to do it with me?
Your charrie can be just about any age under about 21, there is no district attached, I think we'll use 24 tributes, and yeah. There'll be a training center, but no interviews or such. They'll get three days to get themselves into shape, and then they'll be thrown in. For the arena, because it said at the end of Mockingjay that the arenas were all destroyed, I think this would have to be held before then, and we'll use the one from the 50th Hunger Games. But still only 24 tributes, and there won't be nearly as many mutts. And they'll downsize the arena.
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Mine:
Name: Venen Vis Snow (Venenum is poison, vis is force) Mostly called Venen, but occa
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Relation to important Capitol person: Well, duh. President Snow's granddaughter.
Appearance: Brown hair, gray eyes. Tall.
Personality: She's not dumb. She's Snow's granddaughter, of course she's not stupid. Pretty aware of the way things work.
Physical: She's not fat or weak, but she's not skinny or patiucarly strong either.
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Should be fun.
submitted by SC, age gone
(November 22, 2011 - 3:10 pm)
(November 22, 2011 - 3:10 pm)
Elizabeth M., I can't figure out how to fix the item you've mentioned. I've requested help from our Webmaster. I think it may have to do with copying and pasting your comment from some other program . . . and the fact that you said you have a new computer, which may explain why we haven't had this problem before. We'll try to fix it asap. Stay tuned. . . .
Admin
(December 28, 2011 - 3:19 am)
I like the idea of ruins for the arena.
Anyways, quickie for stylists.
//Lyn//
My stylist and prep team had faces that were the kind you forget easily. All I remember was limp black hair here, green eyes there. My costume wasn't that spectacular either; just a green dress with long sleeves and a small tiara made out of spray-painted plastic.
I entered the Training Centre and looked around. Some were scrawny, others were decent. I rolled my eyes at some celebrity's kid who was trying to lift weights.
I looked at the stations, thinking of what I was best at. On my friend's game portal, I was decent at the bow and arrow, and at gladiator duels. ((A/N: I love playing both on my PS3 Move. Except for when my arms get all sore)) I had long fingers but couldn't move them all fast like Quinne could, so I probably wasn't that great at knot-tying. I was good at running and wrestling; they were both past-times that you didn't have to pay for. Throwing knives I was decent at, but I was terrible at identifying plants from poisons. I decided to start at that station.
"My name is Katekyo Hitman. Reborn!" And I go *awwwww*
(December 28, 2011 - 12:07 pm)
Thank you so much, Admin! I can't see the thing anymore. :)
Well, it was Webmaster who fixed it, but she didn't tell me how she did it. So if it happens again, I'll have to do the same thing.
Admin
(December 28, 2011 - 1:35 pm)
Um Admin (at the risk of sounding like an idiot), who/what exactly is the webmaster?
The Webmaster is one of our staff who oversees our Web sites, helped set them up, understands the workings, and can fix problems that arise.
Admin
(December 29, 2011 - 7:28 pm)
@Admin- I'm going to try to fix it and see why it comes up when i post in the first place. Oh well. :)
The tributes -if I read SC's first post correctly- have three days to train. So, I gave myself a Personal Trainer but in Olive's post she didn't. Personal Trainer or not?
(December 31, 2011 - 9:02 am)
They have personal trainers? Do you mean mentors?
(December 31, 2011 - 7:45 pm)
Yeah, I guess I mean like a mentor for each person...
(January 1, 2012 - 10:14 am)
Topity top! This thread cannot die!
(January 5, 2012 - 5:14 am)
Do you think we can go into the arena now?
(January 7, 2012 - 12:10 am)
Well, we still have to do the interviews but then I think that we don't necessarily have to write about the next two days of training and we can just go on to the arena. So, ruins of Paris is the arena?
(January 8, 2012 - 2:28 pm)
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Kyla-
After
my arrival I train for two more days – with Ciaran. The interviews pass
quickly, as the Rebels could not even afford a proper camera. Most power is out
in the Districts anyway.
Then
comes the day to enter the arena.
I wake
up even before the sun begins to rise, my dreams – or rather, nightmares – were
too much to take.
“Already
up?” I hear someone say across from me.
Ven,
the granddaughter of President Snow; he’s rather quiet, in a sinister way but
fierce. She reminds me of a career from District 1.
“What
do you think?” I sarcastically return. She smirks slightly and twists a piece
of brown hair around her finger.
“Ready
for the games?” She’s trying to find fear in me; I’m not scared. I’m never
scared. I can only resent.
I nod,
keeping my eyes fixed on her.
She
isn’t strong. Neither am I. There’s a name that went down in history from the
34th Hunger Games. Thankskyder Thaldorian. That’s who she reminds me
of. Fierce, sly… Venen.
“Do you
have any idea where we’re going?” I ask.
“You
think, because I’m Snow’s granddaughter that I would know something…” Her face
becomes sad for a moment - her Grandfather had been killed a few days ago – but
then it becomes its usual scowl. “I don’t and you’d better not pry. You don’t
want me as your enemy in the games.”
“Neither
do you want me as yours.”
“You’re
Nuada’s daughter, aren’t you?”
“Depends
why you want to know.”
“I’ve
seen you. You were at Grandfather’s once.”
I nod a
little.
She
smiles. “Allies?”
“In the
games?”
“Yeah?”
“You
need me that badly. You’re scared to go out alone.”
“Nah… I
think we need to make a team like the careers do. It’s a good strategy.”
I nod
again. “Who else?”
“Lucius.”
“And?”
“We’ll
see about that later. In the games, get your weapons and find me.”
“Or you
find me.”
“You
know what I mean though, right?”
“Mhm.”
She
sticks out her hand. “Allies?”
“Allies.”
I forgot that all careers kill each other in the end.
(January 13, 2012 - 11:18 am)
I don't know if tributes can use guns, so if not just tell me and I'll change it to a spear.
Poppy-
I've been training for two days now. I can throw a knife and hit my target from over a mile away. I am good, but I don't want to be. My hair has been pulled back in a high pony-tail except for the two shorter midnight blue strands that wouldn't fit. I'm wearing a black shirt and a navy blue jacket on top. My pants are normal black pants. I'm also wearing black combat boots. I don't know how helpfull all of this will be in the arena. If it's any help at all. They lead me to the platform that takes us to the arena. I stand on it. No one is there for me. Not even my dad was allowed to come. The count down begins. 10, 9, 8, 7, I am lifted into the arena. It's the ruins of a city once called Paris. 6, 5, 4, 3, I take a deep breath and aim my sight at two backpacks right in front of me. Then I can run into the ruins and hide. 2, 1. The door lifts away and I run. I don't even fight I just pick up the packs as I run and head for the ruins. I run faster than ever. Things are being thrown at me. Knives, spears, rocks, even a bloody bone at one point. I felt sick to my stomach after seeing that. I don't even want to know where it came from. I'm about a mile and a half when I have to stop running. I walk into a building and am about to hide in a closet when I see a human skeleton in there. I nearly scream and start to back away. I sit behind a couch and cry. How did I get myself mixed up in all this anyway? I brush away the tears and examine the packs. One has a big thermal jacket and some iodine in it. The other has three knives, a canteen of water the size of my palm but thicker than my thighs that's empty, and some lettuce leaves and a slice of bread. It's barely anything. At least I know I need water now. I put the food and canteen in the first pack and put the knives in my jacket. I discard the second backpack and decide to explore the house a little more. I find two empty bedrooms, a kitchen without running water. A bathroom with no running water. They've even taken all the water out of the toilet bowl. There's nothing in this house that can help me, except maybe the couch. But I know that if I fall asleep on it someone could sneak up on me and kill me in my sleep. No, I need a better place to hide. Somewhere no one will expect. I walk outside. The sky is gray with smoke though nothing's burning. The air smells like gas. I nearly gag. If we don't kill each other I know the air quality will. I walk along an old broken road. Eventually I come across an old bomb shelter half burried in soot. I figure it's as good a place as any to rest so I don't waste all my energy. Before I even get to the door I hear the unmistakeable sound of a gun loading behind me. I turn around slowly. A boy, maybe a year older than me is pointing a gun at my head. His blonde hair and brown eyes remind me of someone. I'm sure I've seen him on TV before. "I'm not going to hurt you," I say slowly. He sneers. "This is the Hunger Games, of course you're going to hurt me. Do you think I'm that stupid?" he asks. I know I could never hurt him, but he doesn't. "Look, I swear I'm not going to hurt you. Just please, put the gun down." He doesn't move. He's looking me over, trying to decide if I'm telling the truth or not. Eventually he lowers his gun. "I can't just let you go," he says. An idea hits me. "Why don't we become allies then?" I ask. I can see he's thinking about this. I suddenly remember who he is. Jackson Templesmith. Claudius Templesmith's son. Claudius was killed after the 74th Hunger Games went haywire. "Please?" I ask. He looks up at me. I know he doesn't trust me, but hey, I wasn't the one threatning his life a minute ago. "Are you sure?" Jackson asks. I nod. "All right. You're Poppy Flickerman right?" "Yes." "I remember you got like a three on training. What was that all about?" I clench my hands into fists. "Just because I refused to kill some old capital resident who tried to kill Purlatch I get a three. Even if I hit every other target they give me," I say angrily. I truly didn't deserve a three but I wasn't about to kill a human being. He studies me curiously. "Ok then, we should share what we've got." We walk into the bomb shelter and share our packs. Aside from the gun he's got a full canteen of water, four strips of jerky, a spear, and a sleeping bag. He told me he actually fought at the cornucopia whereas I just ran. He lets me drink from the canteen, but I only take a few sips, not wanting to deplete our water supply. "What happened at the cornucopia? Someone threw a bone at me." I shiver at the memory. "Oh yeah, there was this deranged girl, who was like the daughter of a game maker or something, who killed this guy and ripped out some of his bones and started throwing them. That's about when I cleared outa there." "That's disgusting." "Yeah, I think Venen Snow ended up killing her though." I nod but the thought still gets to me. He tells me to sleep first, that he'll wake me in a few hours. I give him the jacket I found because it starts to get really cold and then I take the sleeping bag. As soon as I shut my eyes I'm asleep. It's a disturbed sleep though, filled with bloody visions of the girl ripping out the boy's bones, and Ven killing her. I'm greatfull when Jackson finally wakes me up for watch.
(January 15, 2012 - 11:25 pm)
Should the river that runs through Paris still have water in it? I think it's called the Seine...
//Clymn//
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. The canon shoots off, the same canon that just might signal my death, and I charge towards the Cornocopia. We're in some sort of park, and in front of me is the ruins of a river. I should check if that has any water later. Reaching down, I pick up a knife, a small, palmsize, backpack, and a bloodied bone. Gross. Someone's to my right so I stab the knife in their back. I don't even know who it was, or even if they were my friend. Almost everyone here was my friend. Stop thinking about that! Juat close your eyes and kill them! I sigh, spit, and then charge deeper into battle. Someone's aiming an arrow at me. Duck. Run. Swipe. Stab. Move. Run. There! A bow and arrow, that's what I've been looking for! I grab it and load an arrow. It sails into someone's head. I race west, following the river, and towards a tower. If I can get to the top of that tower, I could easily snipe people as they come past. Accepting the idea as evil and murderous, I grin. I'm going to have so-o-o many sponsors if I continue like this. Someone's infront of me so I shoot them, right in the neck. Without stopping I retrive my arrow and their backpack and continue towards the tower.
Yes, the Seine runs through Paris. There's an old Kingston Trio song:
The Seine, the Seine,
When will I again,
Meet you there?
Greet you there?
On the moonlit banks of the Seine.
. . . I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk café . . .
Admin
(January 16, 2012 - 12:27 pm)
Poppy-
Jackson and I took off at around noon. "We should stay away from the towers. I get the feeling people would use them against us," I said while looking around. "Yeah. Tonight I think around like midnight we should go see if we can kill some of the people in those towers though. "Good idea." I am surprised at how efficient he is. We spend the day scoping around by the towers. Nothing happened in almost all of them. Only one of them had a person in it and that person was dead and fell forward and hit the ground between us. It splattered on the ground and I screamed. It's disgusting. Jackson just looks at it and starts to walk away so I follow him. "Doesn't that stuff bother you?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Nope. I saw all the Hunger Games. Next to nothing scares me anymore." I can only stare. How do all the blood and guts not get to him? I'm so deep in thought I don't notice the arrow aimed at my head. "MOVE!" Jackson shouts. He pushes me back only to get shot himself. While the arrow would have hit my head it only got his shoulder. Someone above us cursed. There was a girl in the tower. Not just any girl though. The snakelike eyes of Clymn Ligilemns are staring down at us. "RUN!" I shout. We take off through the woods, arrows wizzing past. Eventually they stop so I stop. I feel pain in my thigh. There's a small cut; one of the arrows must have just grazed my leg as I ran. Jackson is in much worse shape. He's got an arrow in his shoulder, a cut, much like mine, on his back, and he's panting hard. He takes out the arrow and the blood begins to flow. As I'm wrapping it he says, "So it's decided: tonight we take her out." I just nod.
(January 18, 2012 - 6:12 pm)
Kyla-
An eerie silence settles over us as we stand on our levitating platforms, waiting for the canon to go off.
Under a large tower made of rusted iron is the cornucopia. To the left is a river with hardly any water. To the right, I can see where the yellowing grass ends and buildings start to come into view. The buildings, unlike those in the Capitol, are covered in a thick blanket of dust and soot.
I roll my shoulders and crack my neck, running through the directions Ciaran gave me. Then the countdown starts.
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
I jump from my platform and race towards the pile of things. The first thing I grab is a knife, which helps me fend off my first attacker. I seize a backpack and strike another boy down. I snatch two other backpacks, a sword, an odd looking spear and another knife.
Then, knowing I cannot stay there much longer or I’ll die, I find Ven and we run.
We make our way through an underground tunnel meant for some sort of train and come out at what must have once been a station.
Now, it’s empty and rats scuttle around, looking for morsels of food.
We come out in the middle of the city. Most of the buildings are only rubble, yet some have survived.
We enter one of the buildings that is in better condition and run up the stairs.
“What about Lucius?”
“I dunno where he is. We’ll find him at some point but we don’t need him, do we?” Ven kicks open a door to an apartment. It is small with only a bathroom, kitchen, two bedrooms and a living room.
“We’ll stay here tonight…” She sets down her pack on a mouse-eaten bed in one of the rooms.
“Do you think the bathroom would work?”
“If you’ve got to go to the bathroom, you have to go in a field. That’s how it’s always been.” I shiver, imagining what life would be like without a toilet.
“I don’t need to go. I’m just wondering if the faucet works.”
“Did you see the river? It’s obvious that there wouldn’t be any water.”
I roll my eyes, estimating how long it will be before one of us pounces on the other. Not long. I’d rather go now.
“You take first watch.” Then Ven shuts her bedroom door and I am left in peace.
I notice as I’m sitting there that we didn’t share what is in our packs. She doesn’t trust me either. She’s just using me as extra protection.
That is when I decide that it was a bad idea to make that deal in the first place and that leaving will also mean that she will hunt me down but I’ll take the risk.
I pick up my three backpacks, shove the knives into me pockets, stuff my spear in my backpack and take the sword it my hand.
Following these final actions, I leave.
(January 19, 2012 - 8:48 am)