Connor: District 8
Training Part 5/12
Today’s the second day. The elevator quickly goes from the eighth floor to the underground in le… moress than a minute. Riding inside an elevator is nothing new to me, I’ve ridden them nearly everyday in the textile factories, but that creaked and smelled like expired milk.
My tribute partner, Penny stands on the other side of the elevator. She was nice, easy to like. I never knew why that was considered a compliment, that just any one could like you. No matter. By the look in her brown eyes I knew she didn’t trust me. Good thinking Penny.
When we’re finally down, Penny and I are the last two tributes to arrive. Everybody’s still huddled in that stupid circle we were in yesterday, the one where we speak to head bitch, Atala and she tells us the basics.
No fighting the other tributes.
Move around freely to wherever you please.
There will be an expert on said station to assist and help you.
… [view original content]
Okay... I was wrong when I said that the careers are bad people. This guy is so much worse than the whole career pack combined. Thinking abo… moreut targeting Alara? Hell no! Please, don't pick D7 female, okay
[Target the girl from six]
Now, I like Sasha. She is probably among the people who I want to see winning this. But with her district partner Zelos she has a loyal guardian, so I think Connor will have bad chances to actually kill her when targeting her. And that would be a good thing. Maybe he even gets himself killed because he does not count on Zelos. And that would be a very good thing. God, I already can't stand this guy.
Connor: District 8
Training Part 5/12
Today’s the second day. The elevator quickly goes from the eighth floor to the underground in le… moress than a minute. Riding inside an elevator is nothing new to me, I’ve ridden them nearly everyday in the textile factories, but that creaked and smelled like expired milk.
My tribute partner, Penny stands on the other side of the elevator. She was nice, easy to like. I never knew why that was considered a compliment, that just any one could like you. No matter. By the look in her brown eyes I knew she didn’t trust me. Good thinking Penny.
When we’re finally down, Penny and I are the last two tributes to arrive. Everybody’s still huddled in that stupid circle we were in yesterday, the one where we speak to head bitch, Atala and she tells us the basics.
No fighting the other tributes.
Move around freely to wherever you please.
There will be an expert on said station to assist and help you.
… [view original content]
Connor: District 8
Training Part 5/12
Today’s the second day. The elevator quickly goes from the eighth floor to the underground in le… moress than a minute. Riding inside an elevator is nothing new to me, I’ve ridden them nearly everyday in the textile factories, but that creaked and smelled like expired milk.
My tribute partner, Penny stands on the other side of the elevator. She was nice, easy to like. I never knew why that was considered a compliment, that just any one could like you. No matter. By the look in her brown eyes I knew she didn’t trust me. Good thinking Penny.
When we’re finally down, Penny and I are the last two tributes to arrive. Everybody’s still huddled in that stupid circle we were in yesterday, the one where we speak to head bitch, Atala and she tells us the basics.
No fighting the other tributes.
Move around freely to wherever you please.
There will be an expert on said station to assist and help you.
… [view original content]
Connor: District 8
Training Part 5/12
Today’s the second day. The elevator quickly goes from the eighth floor to the underground in le… moress than a minute. Riding inside an elevator is nothing new to me, I’ve ridden them nearly everyday in the textile factories, but that creaked and smelled like expired milk.
My tribute partner, Penny stands on the other side of the elevator. She was nice, easy to like. I never knew why that was considered a compliment, that just any one could like you. No matter. By the look in her brown eyes I knew she didn’t trust me. Good thinking Penny.
When we’re finally down, Penny and I are the last two tributes to arrive. Everybody’s still huddled in that stupid circle we were in yesterday, the one where we speak to head bitch, Atala and she tells us the basics.
No fighting the other tributes.
Move around freely to wherever you please.
There will be an expert on said station to assist and help you.
… [view original content]
Connor: District 8
Training Part 5/12
Today’s the second day. The elevator quickly goes from the eighth floor to the underground in le… moress than a minute. Riding inside an elevator is nothing new to me, I’ve ridden them nearly everyday in the textile factories, but that creaked and smelled like expired milk.
My tribute partner, Penny stands on the other side of the elevator. She was nice, easy to like. I never knew why that was considered a compliment, that just any one could like you. No matter. By the look in her brown eyes I knew she didn’t trust me. Good thinking Penny.
When we’re finally down, Penny and I are the last two tributes to arrive. Everybody’s still huddled in that stupid circle we were in yesterday, the one where we speak to head bitch, Atala and she tells us the basics.
No fighting the other tributes.
Move around freely to wherever you please.
There will be an expert on said station to assist and help you.
… [view original content]
Connor: District 8
Training Part 5/12
Today’s the second day. The elevator quickly goes from the eighth floor to the underground in le… moress than a minute. Riding inside an elevator is nothing new to me, I’ve ridden them nearly everyday in the textile factories, but that creaked and smelled like expired milk.
My tribute partner, Penny stands on the other side of the elevator. She was nice, easy to like. I never knew why that was considered a compliment, that just any one could like you. No matter. By the look in her brown eyes I knew she didn’t trust me. Good thinking Penny.
When we’re finally down, Penny and I are the last two tributes to arrive. Everybody’s still huddled in that stupid circle we were in yesterday, the one where we speak to head bitch, Atala and she tells us the basics.
No fighting the other tributes.
Move around freely to wherever you please.
There will be an expert on said station to assist and help you.
… [view original content]
Connor: District 8
Training Part 5/12
Today’s the second day. The elevator quickly goes from the eighth floor to the underground in le… moress than a minute. Riding inside an elevator is nothing new to me, I’ve ridden them nearly everyday in the textile factories, but that creaked and smelled like expired milk.
My tribute partner, Penny stands on the other side of the elevator. She was nice, easy to like. I never knew why that was considered a compliment, that just any one could like you. No matter. By the look in her brown eyes I knew she didn’t trust me. Good thinking Penny.
When we’re finally down, Penny and I are the last two tributes to arrive. Everybody’s still huddled in that stupid circle we were in yesterday, the one where we speak to head bitch, Atala and she tells us the basics.
No fighting the other tributes.
Move around freely to wherever you please.
There will be an expert on said station to assist and help you.
… [view original content]
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger than any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator doors open up into our lavishly styled floor. Despite just having lunch in the training room, Alara and I grab our helpings of seconds in the kitchen and sit in the dining room together, what a waste it would be to let this food rot. Besides, soon we’d be starving in the arena, I needed to fill up.
“Can you believe this?” Alara looks around the room, at her plate in awe. “They just have food all the time while the rest of us starve.”
“Not all of us. One, two, five and four have it pretty easy.” I say as I fork another bite of beef stew in my mouth. Those districts are the four richest. Alara is quiet. She twirls her fork around her pasta, her amber eyes read as if she wants to tell me something, anything but refuses to.
“I mean, I don’t hate them entirely.” Alara says to my shock. “It’s not there fault they’re the Capitol’s lapdog and have been brainwashed to think the games are fun.”
I’m glad I talked to Alara on the train now. Without it, I don’t know what would happen, she’s nice when we talk, I think I found my ally. Worst case scenario, one of us dies early on. No, that’s not as bad as us being in the final and being betrayed. I’ve already played it out in my mind. If both of us, against the odds make it to the final six, I’ll run away in her sleep. I don’t think I could kill her, at least I’m hoping.
Our mentor, Blight, walks in, grabbing a bowl of soup.
Blight names some of the careers that we’ve heard the names of. Names like Satina and Tiger from district one come out of her mouth. Ugh, the names the people in district one give their children are so ridiculous. Anyways, Alara tells him and I each of there skills, apparently she’s been studying them from afar.
Blight silently nods at Alara’s words. He slurps the rest of his soup from the bowl, it’s a good thing our escort isn’t here, she hates when people don’t have manners. Blight finally says something. “Even more reason to book it out of there as fast as you can.” Blight warns us.
“Book it? You mean not even grab anything?” Alara questions Blight.
“That’s right, you’ve shown your skills in training, and that’s going to bite you in the ass. Don’t stop running until you’re miles from the Cornucopia. Because y’all will be one of there main targets. Hopefully you’re good at talking because the interview Sunday is what’s going to save you.” Blight is right. We need to put miles between us and the careers.
“I’m not leaving without an axe.” Alara crosses her arms and says, disregarding all Blight has said.
“Then you’re dead.” Blight says.
“I’m no good with people. Especially Capitol people.”
“He’ll figure something out Alara.” I try to calm her. Blight’s not too pleased with Alara’s attitude. “you’re so damn sassy? Do you even listen to other people?” Ouch, that stings. Blight finally walks off and leaves it to me and Alara.
“Can you believe this guy? Who does he think he is?” Alara says when he’s finally out of reach.
“Probably thinks he’s a victor that knows what he’s doing.” I tell her.
“You’re with me on this right Troy?” I freeze up for a moment, I need to say something.
[Plan on going to the cornucopia] [Convince Alara to run for it with you]
Clementine: District 11
Durian and I are in the elevator for a good five minutes. Before the Games, I had never even seen an elevator. It’s so cool looking beneath at the crystal bottom and seeing the people on the first floor turn into tiny little ants. Durian and I go from the first floor to the eleventh floor at least a half dozen times before our escort, who’s with us finally snaps.
“Either go up or go down. It’s not that difficult.” You can hear she’s trying to keep cool by the edge in her voice. Or maybe it’s just her Capitol accent. I push the button back to the eleventh floor for her. Atheana is probably one of the least hateable escorts here.
We make out way to the eleventh floor. I can't help but think how good a day was today. We've made two new allies, both from twelve that seem trustable enough. Our mentor, Soya is seated on the plush couch. She's watching T.V, the news of the games to be exact. 2 DAYS 16 HOURS The clock counted the hours until the games. What did the Capitol people do all day? Other than waiting for the games?
I look over at Soya, you think I would remember her games. She’s young, early twenties most likely, tall, strong, and one of district elevens few victors.
Soya struggles to say what she says next. “No, no twelve year old has ever won.” She sighs. “But, there have been victors, fifteen, sixteen around your size that won. It'll teach you there strategies.”
“Are your games on here?” I ask. And in that moment, I regret anything I just said. Her face turns as hard as a rock. I think she’s lost in thought, but suddenly she reaches into a mahogany cabinet and tosses something.
“There’s nothing there you want to see.” You can tell by the edge in her voice she’s hurt. She walks out the room and heads to her bedroom.
I look over at Durian, with the same guilty look I have on my face.
“Should we? It doesn’t feel right.”
“All of Panem’s seen it. It’s not like we’re invading her privacy.” Durian tries to convince me. I still feel the urge to put it up. But I’m honestly curious about Soya’s Games.
[Watch Soya’s Games] [Watch a Games where someone your size won]
This will either work out for me or not. I want these tributes dead and if they go there, then they most probably will die, but even if they don't go to the Cornucopia, they could still die. So I'm happy either way
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger … morethan any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator do… [view original content]
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger … morethan any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator do… [view original content]
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger … morethan any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator do… [view original content]
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger … morethan any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator do… [view original content]
Blight probably knows what he's talking about, it's not like he is going to run into some kind of force field in the quarter quell, right? Oh... wait...
In all seriousness, I'm not going to risk her life because of some stupid axe. Maybe it will turn out beneficial for them to go to the cornucopia, maybe they will even kill careers, after all they are both pretty good fighters, but I just don't want to risk her life. I guess she's my only shot at winning this, since poor Cain isn't winning material, he's more of a support guy.
[Watch a Games where someone your size won]
I think it is more beneficial for them to see. After all, what can they learn from Soya's games?
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger … morethan any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator do… [view original content]
[Convince Alara to run for it with you]
Blight probably knows what he's talking about, it's not like he is going to run into some kind of… more force field in the quarter quell, right? Oh... wait...
In all seriousness, I'm not going to risk her life because of some stupid axe. Maybe it will turn out beneficial for them to go to the cornucopia, maybe they will even kill careers, after all they are both pretty good fighters, but I just don't want to risk her life. I guess she's my only shot at winning this, since poor Cain isn't winning material, he's more of a support guy.
[Watch a Games where someone your size won]
I think it is more beneficial for them to see. After all, what can they learn from Soya's games?
Hm, but are your tributes good at hiding and being sneaky? I mean, with the other option they will learn from tributes with similar physical features, which certainly can't hurt.
[Plan on going to the cornucopia]
This will either work out for me or not. I want these tributes dead and if they go there, then they mos… moret probably will die, but even if they don't go to the Cornucopia, they could still die. So I'm happy either way
[Watch Soya’s Games]
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger … morethan any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator do… [view original content]
Hm, but are your tributes good at hiding and being sneaky? I mean, with the other option they will learn from tributes with similar physical features, which certainly can't hurt.
Let's hope he won't die her pathetic death... I mean, for someone who is supposedly the smartest tribute in the games, Foxface didn't even bother to learn anything about poisonous berries, eh XD
Yes , or at least i put that :P. And i think the other people will either won by the same or like Finnick , they were small but good with weapons.
Also , i think Cain will be like Foxface .
Let's hope he won't die her pathetic death... I mean, for someone who is supposedly the smartest tribute in the games, Foxface didn't even bother to learn anything about poisonous berries, eh XD
I want these tributes dead
(!) Liquid will remember that you are afraid of the D7 tributes
Here, let me return the favour and remove a certain D1 female from my list of careers whose death I'm not actively pushing for
Maybe his advanced puzzle solving skills will be useful! He will defeat all of the other tributes when Panem's 58th puzzle solving championship will start in a few days. I still don't know why most of them think that they are in the Hunger Games... Well, they'll realize their mistake once they have to solve a 1000 parts puzzle!
It's fine After all only one can win this, so may the odds be ever in your favour! And in mine... and in the others... God, I don't know who to root for anymore, I have too many favourites XD
Maybe his advanced puzzle solving skills will be useful! He will defeat all of the other tributes when Panem's 58th puzzle solving champions… morehip will start in a few days. I still don't know why most of them think that they are in the Hunger Games... Well, they'll realize their mistake once they have to solve a 1000 parts puzzle!
"Of course. You're not telling me these are the Hunger Games, right? Surely a smart guy like Cain would have figured that out by now", Liquid said sarcastically. Suddenly, Liquid remembered that he is bad at delivering sarcastic lines, since he comes from a country which is famous for having no sense of humour. "So... this was definitely sarcasm", Liquid adds a little bit embarrassed, ashamed over the fact that his statement, while meant to be humorous, was too bad to be immediately understandable.
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger … morethan any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator do… [view original content]
"Maybe you talk to much and I try to say a puzzle of 1000 parts it may seems great but it won't do any good in fighting", ualexen92 said serious and remembered that Liquid is so awesome that it Remember Me of my grandfather
"Of course. You're not telling me these are the Hunger Games, right? Surely a smart guy like Cain would have figured that out by now", Liqui… mored said sarcastically. Suddenly, Liquid remembered that he is bad at delivering sarcastic lines, since he comes from a country which is famous for having no sense of humour. "So... this was definitely sarcasm", Liquid adds a little bit embarrassed, ashamed over the fact that his statement, while meant to be humorous, was too bad to be immediately understandable.
I want these tributes dead
(!) Liquid will remember that you are afraid of the D7 tributes
Here, let me return the favour and remove a certain D1 female from my list of careers whose death I'm not actively pushing for
Comments
Starting the next part!
[Target the girl from six] smart @LiquidChicagoTed but what if Zelos die? well is ok if Sasha does't get hurt.
Well liquid Connor has only had one part and you are already trying to kill him. I congrajulate myself
EVEN YOU wow i make good villains
Sorry guys! Writers block. I'm going to sleep and hope I can write something good in the morning. Sorry again!
[Target the girl from six] Connor seems like a dick. Hopefully this choice will get him dead
Man everyone is out at Troy for blood. Well let them target him so [Target the boy from 7]
[Target boy from 7]
[Target the boy from 7]
Restarting the next part!
I am waiting...
[Target the girl from 7]
Always kill the fan favourites
[Target the girl from six]
Can't wait for this part ^-^
YAY
Troy: District 7
Part 6/12
After lunch, Alara and I are escorted to the seventh floor. Each district has their own floor. It’s bigger than any house I’ve ever been in. Today was the last real day of training, tomorrow we’ll be whisked away for our individual assessments. In the assessments, we’re ranked on a scale of one to twelve. One meaning you have no skill and twelve being impossibly good. This way the bet holders get a good feel of who will win, although one year the victor had a score of three. Alara is bound to do great, even for a careers standard.
“What’s that?” Alara asks, pointing to the medallion in my pocket.
“It’s my token.” I take the little gold thing out of my pocket. It’s was a tree, it was my sisters before the reaping but she gave it to me in the justice building. It helped calm me a little, it reminded me of home. “Where’s yours?” I return the question.
“I didn’t bring anything.” She sighs. The elevator doors open up into our lavishly styled floor. Despite just having lunch in the training room, Alara and I grab our helpings of seconds in the kitchen and sit in the dining room together, what a waste it would be to let this food rot. Besides, soon we’d be starving in the arena, I needed to fill up.
“Can you believe this?” Alara looks around the room, at her plate in awe. “They just have food all the time while the rest of us starve.”
“Not all of us. One, two, five and four have it pretty easy.” I say as I fork another bite of beef stew in my mouth. Those districts are the four richest. Alara is quiet. She twirls her fork around her pasta, her amber eyes read as if she wants to tell me something, anything but refuses to.
“I mean, I don’t hate them entirely.” Alara says to my shock. “It’s not there fault they’re the Capitol’s lapdog and have been brainwashed to think the games are fun.”
I’m glad I talked to Alara on the train now. Without it, I don’t know what would happen, she’s nice when we talk, I think I found my ally. Worst case scenario, one of us dies early on. No, that’s not as bad as us being in the final and being betrayed. I’ve already played it out in my mind. If both of us, against the odds make it to the final six, I’ll run away in her sleep. I don’t think I could kill her, at least I’m hoping.
Our mentor, Blight, walks in, grabbing a bowl of soup.
Blight names some of the careers that we’ve heard the names of. Names like Satina and Tiger from district one come out of her mouth. Ugh, the names the people in district one give their children are so ridiculous. Anyways, Alara tells him and I each of there skills, apparently she’s been studying them from afar.
Blight silently nods at Alara’s words. He slurps the rest of his soup from the bowl, it’s a good thing our escort isn’t here, she hates when people don’t have manners. Blight finally says something. “Even more reason to book it out of there as fast as you can.” Blight warns us.
“Book it? You mean not even grab anything?” Alara questions Blight.
“That’s right, you’ve shown your skills in training, and that’s going to bite you in the ass. Don’t stop running until you’re miles from the Cornucopia. Because y’all will be one of there main targets. Hopefully you’re good at talking because the interview Sunday is what’s going to save you.” Blight is right. We need to put miles between us and the careers.
“I’m not leaving without an axe.” Alara crosses her arms and says, disregarding all Blight has said.
“Then you’re dead.” Blight says.
“I’m no good with people. Especially Capitol people.”
“He’ll figure something out Alara.” I try to calm her. Blight’s not too pleased with Alara’s attitude. “you’re so damn sassy? Do you even listen to other people?” Ouch, that stings. Blight finally walks off and leaves it to me and Alara.
“Can you believe this guy? Who does he think he is?” Alara says when he’s finally out of reach.
“Probably thinks he’s a victor that knows what he’s doing.” I tell her.
“You’re with me on this right Troy?” I freeze up for a moment, I need to say something.
[Plan on going to the cornucopia] [Convince Alara to run for it with you]
Clementine: District 11
Durian and I are in the elevator for a good five minutes. Before the Games, I had never even seen an elevator. It’s so cool looking beneath at the crystal bottom and seeing the people on the first floor turn into tiny little ants. Durian and I go from the first floor to the eleventh floor at least a half dozen times before our escort, who’s with us finally snaps.
“Either go up or go down. It’s not that difficult.” You can hear she’s trying to keep cool by the edge in her voice. Or maybe it’s just her Capitol accent. I push the button back to the eleventh floor for her. Atheana is probably one of the least hateable escorts here.
We make out way to the eleventh floor. I can't help but think how good a day was today. We've made two new allies, both from twelve that seem trustable enough. Our mentor, Soya is seated on the plush couch. She's watching T.V, the news of the games to be exact. 2 DAYS 16 HOURS The clock counted the hours until the games. What did the Capitol people do all day? Other than waiting for the games?
I look over at Soya, you think I would remember her games. She’s young, early twenties most likely, tall, strong, and one of district elevens few victors.
Soya struggles to say what she says next. “No, no twelve year old has ever won.” She sighs. “But, there have been victors, fifteen, sixteen around your size that won. It'll teach you there strategies.”
“Are your games on here?” I ask. And in that moment, I regret anything I just said. Her face turns as hard as a rock. I think she’s lost in thought, but suddenly she reaches into a mahogany cabinet and tosses something.
“There’s nothing there you want to see.” You can tell by the edge in her voice she’s hurt. She walks out the room and heads to her bedroom.
I look over at Durian, with the same guilty look I have on my face.
“Should we? It doesn’t feel right.”
“All of Panem’s seen it. It’s not like we’re invading her privacy.” Durian tries to convince me. I still feel the urge to put it up. But I’m honestly curious about Soya’s Games.
[Watch Soya’s Games] [Watch a Games where someone your size won]
WHY ARE THESE GETTING SO SHORT!
[Plan on going to the cornucopia]
This will either work out for me or not. I want these tributes dead and if they go there, then they most probably will die, but even if they don't go to the Cornucopia, they could still die. So I'm happy either way
[Watch Soya’s Games]
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
[Plan on going to the cornucopia] Cause why not?
[Watch Soya’s Games] Soya!!
[Convince Alara to run for it with you] either we go together or we don't at all.
[Watch Soya’s Games] Skill matters, not size.
[Convince Alara to run for it with you] [Watch Soya’s Games] and curiosity kill cat!
[Convince Alara to run for it with you]
Blight probably knows what he's talking about, it's not like he is going to run into some kind of force field in the quarter quell, right? Oh... wait...
In all seriousness, I'm not going to risk her life because of some stupid axe. Maybe it will turn out beneficial for them to go to the cornucopia, maybe they will even kill careers, after all they are both pretty good fighters, but I just don't want to risk her life. I guess she's my only shot at winning this, since poor Cain isn't winning material, he's more of a support guy.
[Watch a Games where someone your size won]
I think it is more beneficial for them to see. After all, what can they learn from Soya's games?
She won by hiding and and being sneaky while others killed each other :P.
Hm, but are your tributes good at hiding and being sneaky? I mean, with the other option they will learn from tributes with similar physical features, which certainly can't hurt.
(!) Liquid will remember that you are afraid of the D7 tributes
Here, let me return the favour and remove a certain D1 female from my list of careers whose death I'm not actively pushing for
[Plan on going to the Cornucopia]
[Watch Soya's Games]
Yes , or at least i put that :P. And i think the other people will either won by the same or like Finnick , they were small but good with weapons.
Also , i think Cain will be like Foxface
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Let's hope he won't die her pathetic death... I mean, for someone who is supposedly the smartest tribute in the games, Foxface didn't even bother to learn anything about poisonous berries, eh XD
Like Cain :P. He spend his time in the puzzle section xd
I'm sorry:( please forgive me
Maybe his advanced puzzle solving skills will be useful! He will defeat all of the other tributes when Panem's 58th puzzle solving championship will start in a few days. I still don't know why most of them think that they are in the Hunger Games... Well, they'll realize their mistake once they have to solve a 1000 parts puzzle!
It's fine
After all only one can win this, so may the odds be ever in your favour! And in mine... and in the others... God, I don't know who to root for anymore, I have too many favourites XD
serious?
"Of course. You're not telling me these are the Hunger Games, right? Surely a smart guy like Cain would have figured that out by now", Liquid said sarcastically. Suddenly, Liquid remembered that he is bad at delivering sarcastic lines, since he comes from a country which is famous for having no sense of humour. "So... this was definitely sarcasm", Liquid adds a little bit embarrassed, ashamed over the fact that his statement, while meant to be humorous, was too bad to be immediately understandable.
Yay!
Starting the next part!
Hype!
[Convince Alara] too lazy to write the entire thing
[Watch Soya's Games]
"Maybe you talk to much and I try to say a puzzle of 1000 parts it may seems great but it won't do any good in fighting", ualexen92 said serious and remembered that Liquid is so awesome that it Remember Me of my grandfather
I really like all of the characters and it sucks that 23 of them are going to die soon :c (well except Connor, he can go kill himself ._.)
They shall fear our axes, Liquid! Death to the carriers... especially Conner..