I think I'll post two characters this time.
District: 9
Name: Pedro Boston
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Personality: He trusts easi… morely aeveryone, so he can be easily manipulated, if someone sends him orders, he probably would respect. He also prefers to seek allies and strive for his goals.
Appearance: http://media.mlive.com/citpat/news_impact/photo/ryanhartjpg-da5fe0a4c95fec7e.jpg
Weapon of choice: He does not have a specific weapon he likes.
District: 5
Name: Anne Hall
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality: She prefers to stay quiet and not annoy anyone, but she has a vengeful spirit within her, if anyone mess with her, she would do anything to have her revenge. If someone offer as an ally for her, she would accept.
Appearance: http://t-shirtguru.com/product-images/15-year-old-girl-funny-t-shirt-t-shirt-nerdyshirts-1.jpg
Weapon of choice: Knife.
I think I'll post two characters this time.
District: 9
Name: Pedro Boston
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Personality: He trusts easi… morely aeveryone, so he can be easily manipulated, if someone sends him orders, he probably would respect. He also prefers to seek allies and strive for his goals.
Appearance: http://media.mlive.com/citpat/news_impact/photo/ryanhartjpg-da5fe0a4c95fec7e.jpg
Weapon of choice: He does not have a specific weapon he likes.
District: 5
Name: Anne Hall
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality: She prefers to stay quiet and not annoy anyone, but she has a vengeful spirit within her, if anyone mess with her, she would do anything to have her revenge. If someone offer as an ally for her, she would accept.
Appearance: http://t-shirtguru.com/product-images/15-year-old-girl-funny-t-shirt-t-shirt-nerdyshirts-1.jpg
Weapon of choice: Knife.
District: 8
Name: Gustav
Gender: Male
Age (12-18): 14
Personality: Hot-headed, arrogant, selfish, smart, strategist.
Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, athletic.
Weapon of choice: Axe
Name: Sofia
District:9
Age: 17
Personality: kind, caring, antisocial ish, smart, hard worker, won't give up.
Appearance: tall, b… morerown hair, green eyes.
Weapon of choice: one handed sword and strategy.
Back story: her father fell gravely I'll when Sofia was young, due to this she took it upon herself to work for the family.
Personality: creepy, smart, metaphorical, narcissistic, generally unhappy
Appearance: shorter, has a scar over her left eye which is blind, black curly hair cut short
Bio: I think it would be cool if she was one of the villains. A lot of the lines she says are foreshadowing and metaphors. She was one of the few from district 12 that prepared for the games, going out and spending a lot of time in the forest surviving. But she had to stop when she killed her brother at age 10 and was thrown in jail. She wasn't there for the reaping, but her name was called. She thought it was fate.
Personality: A trained career, preparing for the games his whole life, however he is not interested in merciless killing or cruelty. Quite intelligent, brave, kind and very charming.
Appearance: Quite tall 6'3, Caucasian with tanned skin. Chestnut brown wavy hair with golden eyes. Sharp jawline and muscular body, considered quite handsome.
Weapon of choice: Swords and spears
Bio: Enjoyed growing up in district 2 and training for the hunger games, always felt bad for those who were killed cruelly and is quite merciful. father was a skilled blacksmith and so is quite strong from working the forge. An only child and loves his mother and father very much.
District: 12
Name: Arielle Watkins
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Personality: creepy, smart, metaphorical, narcissistic, generally unha… moreppy
Appearance: shorter, has a scar over her left eye which is blind, black curly hair cut short
Bio: I think it would be cool if she was one of the villains. A lot of the lines she says are foreshadowing and metaphors. She was one of the few from district 12 that prepared for the games, going out and spending a lot of time in the forest surviving. But she had to stop when she killed her brother at age 10 and was thrown in jail. She wasn't there for the reaping, but her name was called. She thought it was fate.
District: 2
Name:
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: A trained career, preparing for the games his whole life, however he is not i… morenterested in merciless killing or cruelty. Quite intelligent, brave, kind and very charming.
Appearance: Quite tall 6'3, Caucasian with tanned skin. Chestnut brown wavy hair with golden eyes. Sharp jawline and muscular body, considered quite handsome.
Weapon of choice: Swords and spears
Bio: Enjoyed growing up in district 2 and training for the hunger games, always felt bad for those who were killed cruelly and is quite merciful. father was a skilled blacksmith and so is quite strong from working the forge. An only child and loves his mother and father very much.
Personality: Finn is hot-headed, stubborn and principled. He tends to keep fighting on and going forward is he wants to survive, so nothing can stop him. He's also brave and loyal to his friends, even if he has a very few of them. He'll protect his buudies no matter what, but if there's an enemy on his way, he won't show mercy. Finnegan is a natural leader and if he forms a group, he'll be the one to lead them. Finn is hardworking and ambitious, so he only needs victory and nothing else.
Appearance: Finnegan is tall (about 1.80 m) and has an athletic figure. He has chin-length black hair and grey blue eyes. His hair is very thick and kinda wavy. He also has a bit of a stubble on his face.
Weapon of choice: A spear made out of wood and metal. He is very good with it so he can have a close combat and a range combat.
District: 1
Name: Finnegan (he prefers to be called Finn)
Gender: Male
Age (12-18): 16
Personality: Finn is hot-headed, stubborn… more and principled. He tends to keep fighting on and going forward is he wants to survive, so nothing can stop him. He's also brave and loyal to his friends, even if he has a very few of them. He'll protect his buudies no matter what, but if there's an enemy on his way, he won't show mercy. Finnegan is a natural leader and if he forms a group, he'll be the one to lead them. Finn is hardworking and ambitious, so he only needs victory and nothing else.
Appearance: Finnegan is tall (about 1.80 m) and has an athletic figure. He has chin-length black hair and grey blue eyes. His hair is very thick and kinda wavy. He also has a bit of a stubble on his face.
Weapon of choice: A spear made out of wood and metal. He is very good with it so he can have a close combat and a range combat.
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to the stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back up to the microphone clearing her pasty throat along with the reaped female’s name on the slip.
“I volunteer! I volunteer as female tribute for District one!” I don’t even hear the first syllable of the name she reads out because I’m so concentrated on getting to the stage. My training kicks in, as I push the one girl ahead of me to the ground with one shove. She cries out in pain. She was going to volunteer? How embarrassing and weak! Whatever, I’m probably doing this pathetic girl a favour.
I lift up my skirt as I climb up the steps, looking deeply into the escort’s eyes.
“What is your name dear?” Our Escort says in an exciting tone
“Alexia Hastings” I respond. I then look sweetly at the cameras surrounding the town square and wink. That’ll get the attention of the Capitol!
“Let’s have a big round of applause for our volunteer, Alexia Hastings!” Our Escort says in a loud booming tone of voice.
The whole town square begins to clap. I’m glowing. I’m now on my way to becoming a victor.
The murmuring and clapping then begins to simmer down as the Escort is about to reap the male tribute.
“Finnegan Adams!” The Escort roars into the microphone.
The boys in the right-hand crowd all slowly turned to the back of the group. Some of them began to raise their eyebrows with interest. Finnegan emerges from the back of the crowd and quickly makes his way up to the stage, flanked by Peacekeepers. I glare at him as he mounts the stage. He had an innocent look about him... particularly his eyes. Judging from the look on his face I could tell that he knew that he was a little unusual for a male District 1 tribute. Usually, the male tributes from District looked menacing.
“Any volunteers?” Our Escort asks the crowd
Surprisingly, there was silence among the crowd. District 1 males were most likely to volunteer for the Games since we’re a career district... This is the first time I could remember that there wasn’t a male volunteer. I’m confused as to why no one has stepped up. There were a lot of guys who where bigger, faster, and stronger than him. Guys who thought they had a better shot of winning than he did. I could tell that he had a distinct notion that no one was volunteering because they were curious to see how well he would do.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Escort said finally, “your District 1 tributes” She gestured grandly. “Shake hands, you two.”
I step back politely shaking Finnegan’s hand. However I catch him looking at me with a hungry gleam in his eye, like I was a roast turkey.
“Happy Hunger Games,” said the Escort with flourish, “and may the odds be ever in your favour.” The crowd begins to cheer loudly and chant our names, a smile arises on my face as I see my mother and father joining in the applause.
My smile falters as I feel a harsh tug of a violent peacekeeper on my arm, dragging me towards the Justice Building as I stole one last glance at the roaring crowd.
Thirty minutes later...
“Alexia, Finnegan! I have great news!” Our Escort says
“What is it?” I reply
“Your Mentor Thomas will be here shortly! Be nice.” Our Escort says in a high pitch Capitol voice and walks out of the room into another train cart.
I look around observing my surroundings. I look at Finnegan and he doesn’t look too happy to be here. He looks stoic and stone-faced. I’m guessing he and his family had a difficult goodbye...
You know what? I can’t seem to figure this kid out... Should I try talking to him?
What should Alexia do?
[Talk to Finnegan] [Eat] [Catch up on some sleep] [Join your Escort in the other train cart]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have been desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd was deafening. Volunteers were common in District 2 but they all probably think that Vivienne and I are the best ones for the job.
“All right then!” the Capitol escort said finally, “Ladies and Gentlemen, your tributes from District 2! Shake hands.”
We both begin to shake hands and wave to the crowd goodbye.
“Happy Hunger Games,” The escort chimed, “and may the odds be ever in your favour!”
A Peacekeeper emerges from his seat around the stage and takes Vivienne and I into the Hall of Justice. I could already sense that Vivienne was a little bit jittery, her being a bit jittery makes it even harder to steady my nerves... I was taught in the Training Center that even the smallest sign of weakness opened the door to getting killed.
I sat on the sofa in the room the Peacekeepers placed me in, waiting for my mother and father. The idea of leaving them feels like a horrible knot in my stomach. My Mother, Sandra is 7 months pregnant. I’ve been looking forward to seeing the baby and watch he or she grow into their own person but I guess things have taken a twist.
The white wooden door slowly opens and my mother runs in with a smile plastered onto her face
“We’re so proud of you,” I hear my mother whisper.
I nod silently. This might be the last time I get to see my family, I think it’s best not to mouth off.
“And we’re sure you’ll make us prouder in the arena!” my father says, walking in the room.
I nod again “Of course, I promise to bring pride to this District, and to both of you..”
“You can win this.” She says “You’re good with swords and spears. We both know you’re ready for this.”
“I’ll try my best mother, I love you and dad so much.” I reply in a shaky voice. I don’t want to leave them.
“We love you too Lachlan, so much.” My mother says
“I guess we’ll see you when yo-“ My Father begins to say but is interrupted.
The Wooden door slams open once again, shaking the entire room.
“Time’s up” A Peacekeeper says
Three Peacekeepers come into the room, pulling my family out of the room. I feel a pang inside of me, wishing they hadn’t been pulled out so quickly. I have to win this if I ever want to see my family again.
30 minutes later
Two Peacekeepers violently drag Vivienne and I out of the car, three other Peacekeepers are trying to hold back the herd of reporters shoving microphones and cameras into our faces.
DISTRICT 2: Vivienne
“Don’t be fucking rude!” I say while punching the Peacekeeper’s arm. Jesus his grip is fucking tight! This guy needs to loosen it a bit, fucking hell.
The cameras continue to follow us as we reach the train station. Reporters kept yelling the same god damn question, “Were you surprised you were picked for the Games this year?” “How do you feel about your chances in the arena?” “Is there anything you’d like to say to the people in your District?”
I remember the Training Center always telling us that if we were picked or if we volunteered, to never answer a reporter’s questions. All of those questions were to be asked in the interviews before the Games. Usually to keep a bit of mystery from the spectators. Finally Lachlan and I were ushered into the train and whisked away from the cameras and reporters.
“Finally...” I let out a sigh of relief
“Yeah, finally.” A man says, sitting on the blue velvet chair.
“And you are?” I ask rudely
"He's a fucking reporter... ESCORT!" Lachlan yells
“I'm your Mentor, Brutus” He replies “...Not a reporter” He chuckles
"Oh, sorry about that." Lachlan replies embarrased.
Lachlan and I then proceed to sit down on the blue velvet chairs, wondering what our mentor is about to say...
“So, Congratulations I guess.” He says in a rather not amused voice.
“Thanks?” I say
“So are you going to teach us how to survive?” Lachlan asks, looking eager to start
“Pretty much.” He responds “So what’s your weapon of choice?”
“Swords and Spears.” Lachlan utters.
“And you?” Our Mentor asks, looking at me.
“Axes and throwing axes” I say with a smile on my face
“Do you have some sort of thing for District 7?” He laughs “Come on, you need to pick a real weapon. I doubt you can even carry an axe!”
He begins to get out of his seat and lean on a wall, drinking liquor.
“Excuse me?” I say, annoyed.
“I mean... look at you..” he says in an ashamed voice
What the fuck? Is this guy trying to annoy me on purpose? Fuck him. How dare he try to compare me to the fucking District 7’s!
What should Vivienne do?
[Grab a knife from the table and throw it by his head] [Leave the room] [Explain to him as to why axes and throwing axes is your weapon of choice]
THE REAPINGS PART 2
DISTRICT 2: Lachlan
“Lachlan Keding!”
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have bee… moren desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 2
DISTRICT 2: Lachlan
“Lachlan Keding!”
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have bee… moren desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 2
DISTRICT 2: Lachlan
“Lachlan Keding!”
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have bee… moren desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to t… morehe stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 2
DISTRICT 2: Lachlan
“Lachlan Keding!”
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have bee… moren desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd … [view original content]
Damn. I was late to the party.
Name: sophie
District: 3
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality: Smart, cunning, but too over conf… moreident
Appearance: Looks like she's not very strong, but she's pretty strong.
Weapon of choice: Throwing knifes
THE REAPINGS PART 2
DISTRICT 2: Lachlan
“Lachlan Keding!”
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have bee… moren desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd … [view original content]
THE REAPINGS PART 2
DISTRICT 2: Lachlan
“Lachlan Keding!”
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have bee… moren desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd … [view original content]
Comments
They don't use guns in the hunger games.
it's up! Do you have any other choice of weapons? as @TWD_25 said, they don't use guns in the hunger games c:
THERE ARE NO MORE DISTRICT 5 SPOTS OPEN!
District: 8
Name: Gustav
Gender: Male
Age (12-18): 14
Personality: Hot-headed, arrogant, selfish, smart, strategist.
Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, athletic.
Weapon of choice: Axe
There are no more district 11 spots open :c could you choose another district?
Sure
Give me the 8
it's up!
THERE ARE NO MORE DISTRICT 8 SPOTS OPEN!
if you want to!
Name: Sofia
District:9
Age: 17
Personality: kind, caring, antisocial ish, smart, hard worker, won't give up.
Appearance: tall, brown hair, green eyes.
Weapon of choice: one handed sword and strategy.
Back story: her father fell gravely I'll when Sofia was young, due to this she took it upon herself to work for the family.
it's up!
THERE ARE NO MORE DISTRICT 9 SPOTS OPEN!
District: 12
Name: Arielle Watkins
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Personality: creepy, smart, metaphorical, narcissistic, generally unhappy
Appearance: shorter, has a scar over her left eye which is blind, black curly hair cut short
Bio: I think it would be cool if she was one of the villains. A lot of the lines she says are foreshadowing and metaphors. She was one of the few from district 12 that prepared for the games, going out and spending a lot of time in the forest surviving. But she had to stop when she killed her brother at age 10 and was thrown in jail. She wasn't there for the reaping, but her name was called. She thought it was fate.
District: 2
Name:
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: A trained career, preparing for the games his whole life, however he is not interested in merciless killing or cruelty. Quite intelligent, brave, kind and very charming.
Appearance: Quite tall 6'3, Caucasian with tanned skin. Chestnut brown wavy hair with golden eyes. Sharp jawline and muscular body, considered quite handsome.
Weapon of choice: Swords and spears
Bio: Enjoyed growing up in district 2 and training for the hunger games, always felt bad for those who were killed cruelly and is quite merciful. father was a skilled blacksmith and so is quite strong from working the forge. An only child and loves his mother and father very much.
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District: 1
Name: Finnegan (he prefers to be called Finn)
Gender: Male
Age (12-18): 16
Personality: Finn is hot-headed, stubborn and principled. He tends to keep fighting on and going forward is he wants to survive, so nothing can stop him. He's also brave and loyal to his friends, even if he has a very few of them. He'll protect his buudies no matter what, but if there's an enemy on his way, he won't show mercy. Finnegan is a natural leader and if he forms a group, he'll be the one to lead them. Finn is hardworking and ambitious, so he only needs victory and nothing else.
Appearance: Finnegan is tall (about 1.80 m) and has an athletic figure. He has chin-length black hair and grey blue eyes. His hair is very thick and kinda wavy. He also has a bit of a stubble on his face.
Weapon of choice: A spear made out of wood and metal. He is very good with it so he can have a close combat and a range combat.
Part 1 of the reapings will be posted today!
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Hey guys, if you know anyone that likes The Hunger Games could you please share this to them?
There are 3 character spots open ^-^
THE REAPINGS PART 1
DISTRICT 1: Alexia
There’s a cool breeze in the air as I stand within the line of 17 year olds. I stand close to the stage, on the side, near the stairs. My whole body is tense, prepared to leap onto the stage and claim my rightful place as this year’s District 1 female tribute. I’m excited and I can’t wait to crush this competition! My thoughts are then cut off as the escort walks onto the stage with her spiky orange hair staying mysteriously stationary as she danced up to the microphone, her voice chirpy and excited.
“Welcome! Welcome! The time has come to select one young man and woman, for the honour of representing District one in this year’s annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!”
With that, she strides to one of the big glass balls “Time to pick our lucky tributes!“ she trilled, “Ladies first!” she reaches inside and pulls out a piece of paper.
Our Escort then proceeds to walk back up to the microphone clearing her pasty throat along with the reaped female’s name on the slip.
“I volunteer! I volunteer as female tribute for District one!” I don’t even hear the first syllable of the name she reads out because I’m so concentrated on getting to the stage. My training kicks in, as I push the one girl ahead of me to the ground with one shove. She cries out in pain. She was going to volunteer? How embarrassing and weak! Whatever, I’m probably doing this pathetic girl a favour.
I lift up my skirt as I climb up the steps, looking deeply into the escort’s eyes.
“What is your name dear?” Our Escort says in an exciting tone
“Alexia Hastings” I respond. I then look sweetly at the cameras surrounding the town square and wink. That’ll get the attention of the Capitol!
“Let’s have a big round of applause for our volunteer, Alexia Hastings!” Our Escort says in a loud booming tone of voice.
The whole town square begins to clap. I’m glowing. I’m now on my way to becoming a victor.
The murmuring and clapping then begins to simmer down as the Escort is about to reap the male tribute.
“Finnegan Adams!” The Escort roars into the microphone.
The boys in the right-hand crowd all slowly turned to the back of the group. Some of them began to raise their eyebrows with interest. Finnegan emerges from the back of the crowd and quickly makes his way up to the stage, flanked by Peacekeepers. I glare at him as he mounts the stage. He had an innocent look about him... particularly his eyes. Judging from the look on his face I could tell that he knew that he was a little unusual for a male District 1 tribute. Usually, the male tributes from District looked menacing.
“Any volunteers?” Our Escort asks the crowd
Surprisingly, there was silence among the crowd. District 1 males were most likely to volunteer for the Games since we’re a career district... This is the first time I could remember that there wasn’t a male volunteer. I’m confused as to why no one has stepped up. There were a lot of guys who where bigger, faster, and stronger than him. Guys who thought they had a better shot of winning than he did. I could tell that he had a distinct notion that no one was volunteering because they were curious to see how well he would do.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Escort said finally, “your District 1 tributes” She gestured grandly. “Shake hands, you two.”
I step back politely shaking Finnegan’s hand. However I catch him looking at me with a hungry gleam in his eye, like I was a roast turkey.
“Happy Hunger Games,” said the Escort with flourish, “and may the odds be ever in your favour.” The crowd begins to cheer loudly and chant our names, a smile arises on my face as I see my mother and father joining in the applause.
My smile falters as I feel a harsh tug of a violent peacekeeper on my arm, dragging me towards the Justice Building as I stole one last glance at the roaring crowd.
Thirty minutes later...
“Alexia, Finnegan! I have great news!” Our Escort says
“What is it?” I reply
“Your Mentor Thomas will be here shortly! Be nice.” Our Escort says in a high pitch Capitol voice and walks out of the room into another train cart.
I look around observing my surroundings. I look at Finnegan and he doesn’t look too happy to be here. He looks stoic and stone-faced. I’m guessing he and his family had a difficult goodbye...
You know what? I can’t seem to figure this kid out... Should I try talking to him?
What should Alexia do?
[Talk to Finnegan] [Eat] [Catch up on some sleep] [Join your Escort in the other train cart]
[Talk to Finnegan]
Amazing chapter! looking forward to more
[Talk to Finnegan]
Great first part! Alexia was pretty cool in this, though I have the slight feeling I'm going to actively root for her death pretty soon
[Talk to Finn]
Great chapter!!
[Talk to Finnegan]
[Talk to Finn.]
Please make him say Oy, fuckhead! I would love you forever.
District 2's reaping will be put up later on today
[Talk to Finnegan] And you thought you'd be bad! That was amazing!
[Talk to Finnegan]
Awesome Part!!!
THE REAPINGS PART 2
DISTRICT 2: Lachlan
“Lachlan Keding!”
From the far back of the crowd, I feel my heart sink horribly. I have been desperately hoping it wouldn’t be me, just like I did every other year. Sure, I’m one of the best guys at the Training Center, but I hated every single minute of it. I couldn’t let it show. I had to do what was expected of me.
I walk up to the stage with a good posture, hoping that will give the Capitol a good first impression about me. As I walk up the steps I see the female tribute, Vivienne Marin standing proudly on stage with a smug look of confidence on her face. She started eyeing me down as if she wanted to stick a knife in me right there. I have a feeling that she knows about my reputation in the Training Center but I highly doubt she really saw what I was truly capable of.
The Capitol Escort walks back up to the microphone “Any volunteers?” She asks the crowd.
The silence in the crowd was deafening. Volunteers were common in District 2 but they all probably think that Vivienne and I are the best ones for the job.
“All right then!” the Capitol escort said finally, “Ladies and Gentlemen, your tributes from District 2! Shake hands.”
We both begin to shake hands and wave to the crowd goodbye.
“Happy Hunger Games,” The escort chimed, “and may the odds be ever in your favour!”
A Peacekeeper emerges from his seat around the stage and takes Vivienne and I into the Hall of Justice. I could already sense that Vivienne was a little bit jittery, her being a bit jittery makes it even harder to steady my nerves... I was taught in the Training Center that even the smallest sign of weakness opened the door to getting killed.
I sat on the sofa in the room the Peacekeepers placed me in, waiting for my mother and father. The idea of leaving them feels like a horrible knot in my stomach. My Mother, Sandra is 7 months pregnant. I’ve been looking forward to seeing the baby and watch he or she grow into their own person but I guess things have taken a twist.
The white wooden door slowly opens and my mother runs in with a smile plastered onto her face
“We’re so proud of you,” I hear my mother whisper.
I nod silently. This might be the last time I get to see my family, I think it’s best not to mouth off.
“And we’re sure you’ll make us prouder in the arena!” my father says, walking in the room.
I nod again “Of course, I promise to bring pride to this District, and to both of you..”
“You can win this.” She says “You’re good with swords and spears. We both know you’re ready for this.”
“I’ll try my best mother, I love you and dad so much.” I reply in a shaky voice. I don’t want to leave them.
“We love you too Lachlan, so much.” My mother says
“I guess we’ll see you when yo-“ My Father begins to say but is interrupted.
The Wooden door slams open once again, shaking the entire room.
“Time’s up” A Peacekeeper says
Three Peacekeepers come into the room, pulling my family out of the room. I feel a pang inside of me, wishing they hadn’t been pulled out so quickly. I have to win this if I ever want to see my family again.
30 minutes later
Two Peacekeepers violently drag Vivienne and I out of the car, three other Peacekeepers are trying to hold back the herd of reporters shoving microphones and cameras into our faces.
DISTRICT 2: Vivienne
“Don’t be fucking rude!” I say while punching the Peacekeeper’s arm. Jesus his grip is fucking tight! This guy needs to loosen it a bit, fucking hell.
The cameras continue to follow us as we reach the train station. Reporters kept yelling the same god damn question, “Were you surprised you were picked for the Games this year?” “How do you feel about your chances in the arena?” “Is there anything you’d like to say to the people in your District?”
I remember the Training Center always telling us that if we were picked or if we volunteered, to never answer a reporter’s questions. All of those questions were to be asked in the interviews before the Games. Usually to keep a bit of mystery from the spectators. Finally Lachlan and I were ushered into the train and whisked away from the cameras and reporters.
“Finally...” I let out a sigh of relief
“Yeah, finally.” A man says, sitting on the blue velvet chair.
“And you are?” I ask rudely
"He's a fucking reporter... ESCORT!" Lachlan yells
“I'm your Mentor, Brutus” He replies “...Not a reporter” He chuckles
"Oh, sorry about that." Lachlan replies embarrased.
Lachlan and I then proceed to sit down on the blue velvet chairs, wondering what our mentor is about to say...
“So, Congratulations I guess.” He says in a rather not amused voice.
“Thanks?” I say
“So are you going to teach us how to survive?” Lachlan asks, looking eager to start
“Pretty much.” He responds “So what’s your weapon of choice?”
“Swords and Spears.” Lachlan utters.
“And you?” Our Mentor asks, looking at me.
“Axes and throwing axes” I say with a smile on my face
“Do you have some sort of thing for District 7?” He laughs “Come on, you need to pick a real weapon. I doubt you can even carry an axe!”
He begins to get out of his seat and lean on a wall, drinking liquor.
“Excuse me?” I say, annoyed.
“I mean... look at you..” he says in an ashamed voice
What the fuck? Is this guy trying to annoy me on purpose? Fuck him. How dare he try to compare me to the fucking District 7’s!
What should Vivienne do?
[Grab a knife from the table and throw it by his head] [Leave the room] [Explain to him as to why axes and throwing axes is your weapon of choice]
[Grab a knife from the table and throw it by his head] why not? XD
Awesome Chapter!!!
[Grab a knife from the table and throw it by his head] Omg Vivienne needs to whoop his ass
[Grab a knife from the table and throw it by his head.] Isn't Gloss from district one?
[Catch up on some sleep]
Oh my god, I'm dumb as hell. I thought he was district 2 ;-;
Oh well, just edited his name to Brutus.
Damn. I was late to the party.
Name: sophie
District: 3
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality: Smart, cunning, but too over confident
Appearance: Looks like she's not very strong, but she's pretty strong.
Weapon of choice: Throwing knifes
[Explain to him as to why axes and throwing axes is your weapon of choice]
I edited my character a little, not much just some detailing and changed her weapon. Sorry!
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Cain i make another character btww?
[Leave the room]
[Grab a knife and throw it at his head] why not?
if you want to