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[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

district 4. 18. female. eva doll.

Life here at the Capitol is amazing. My time has been spent training and watching others train. It's really important to figure out the strong from the weak before going into the games since the weak ones will be prey for me to hunt upon. Every single one of the weapons feel perfect in my thin, delicate hands. Tearing the dummies limb from limb makes my day; it'll be better though tearing people limb from limb as their screams surround me diving into my soul making it black as coal. At the moment, I need to live my life without a worry in the world- not even worrying about dying. I want to die otherwise I wouldn't have volunteered myself to be placed in the games. Death is my wish, and I will greet it with wide open arms.

Most of the day has been spent in the training center wielding weapons slicing through the dummies like a piece of meat. A loud rumble in my stomach tells me it's time to stop training and go eat. Maybe it'll be a chance to get to know who's in alliances, and who's going solo, and who to gain up on. My feet carry me through the gym into the dining hall where food has been placed out before us. I quickly snatch a plate and fill it up with fish, mashed potatoes, rolls. It'll be enough to allow me to fill my stomach up without over eating- I don't want to eject all this wonderful food from my system. My hand wraps around a bowl placing it on my plate before filling it with this soup I've never seen before in my life. It won't hurt to try everything since I'm here.

A cup is filled with this water as I try to make a balancing act from holding so many items. My eyes scan the room quickly trying to figure out my best option as to where to sit. With the food in my hands, my feet carry me over to a table that isn't occupied. It's my goal for people to know not to mess with me. I stop next to a table in the corner and sit the plate down before lowering myself into one of the most comfortable seats ever. I hold a spoon in my hand stirring the soup around trying to figure out what it is; not that it matters because I'm going to eat it anyway. A quick motion of the wrist allows the soup to be brought towards my mouth filling it with a liquid explosion. This is the best food I've ever eaten. Oh how I wish this would last forever.

Tribute of the 66th Hunger Games

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[Anna Banana]

MARY ELLEN GOULDING

"WE'LL BURN THE WORLD TOGETHER"
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It was hard to think of things that were better than training in this hellhole...oh wait, no it wasn't. I could think of at least ten thousand things that were better than training, and death almost made it onto that list. There was one thing that I loved here though, the food and the booze were some of the greatest things I'd ever had in my life. Though to be honest I was pretty sure I would have thought the Capitolite garbage would be better than what I was eating back home. On top of that it was a good place to get to know the tributes outside of training, I used to say that you got to know people best around a dinner table.

Today though was different, today I had a purpose, I was searching for alliance members among the people. I needed to find the loners, I needed to find the people that no one paid attention to or wanted to be left alone. My eyes scanned the hall as I piled my plate high with food and grabbed a bottle of booze, finally spotting what I wanted to see. A tribute sitting alone, a girl alone at a table, clearly trying to be a loner and be left alone. Little did she know that I never liked to follow the rules, and I so enjoyed messing with the loners. With a playful grin I walked over to her table, tucking the bottle under my chin and focusing on balancing my food, before sliding into the seat opposite her.

"Hey hey hey, bet you weren't looking to get any company over here, but let's be honest, we all need company at some point. Besides, were all just going to die anyways, why not try and make a few friends, or at least acquaintances. I figure why not start with the brooding girl in the corner." I grinned mischievously at the girl and popped the top of my bottle off, taking a deep swig from it before setting it down beside my plate. This could either be really fun or end in a complete disaster, with any luck I'd be drunk before the result came around.

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[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

district 4. 18. female. eva doll.

Just being able to taste the food made by the Capitol is a treat anyone needs to be able to experience. The explosion of liquid in my mouth as the soup pours off the spoon fills warmth flooding through my veins. It was rough living back home since my parents only cooked enough for themselves forcing me to eat the tiny bit of leftovers. This feast of champions is the best event ever. Being able to watch those mingle about with each other for more than a few seconds tells me who I need to be watching out for right away although each and everyone of us needs to keep our guard high. It's impossible to figure out who will betray one another, and those who will hold true to the alliances they have made. Friendships are too late to form now most of us will be dead before our names can even be spoken again. It's beyond my wildest imagination why anyone would want friends in a horrible situation like this, except for me, it's not that horrible because the promise I made to Muscinda is becoming very real.

It's my destiny to die the death of a hero sacrificing my life for those around me. Saving the life of one person while mine ended is how this hero should go out. My life is in my control, and nobody can take the control away from me: not even the Capitol officials. My hand brings the cup of water towards my mouth as my eyes spot a female walking straight towards me. A sip of water pours into my mouth as a scowl quickly forms as I slam the cup down harder than I had anticipated. It doesn't make sense to me why anyone would want to talk to anyone right now. It's against the rules to fraternize with the enemy, and she should go away and leave me alone, yet she sits her plate down opposite of me prepared to jump into a conversation before any words can flee my gritted teeth. My eyes gaze into hers as the little smart ass begins to speak telling me to make friends and acquaintances because it may be the last time since our death will happen soon. It's nothing new to me, and she doesn't have to tell me anything because I already know of the pending doom.

I drive the spoon into the soup preparing another bite watching her carefully unsure of her motives. My understanding of her slowly slips from my grasps as my eyes flash around the room at all the empty tables she could have sit at, but she had to sit at the one in front of me. "Oh you sound so sure of yourself. Don't tell me I'm going to die in a few days because I already know that. Making friends, acquaintances is stupid at the moment because everyone here is enemies. We all have one goal- to survive." My voice laced with an icy chill hoping she'll understand and move away from me. Nobody should be making friends in a war zone. Every single person here is an enemy, and it's my job to strike them all dead. Another bite of soup is placed into my mouth as a grin laced with malice plasters itself to my face. "I don't know if you agree with me, but if I may say so myself, I think your head will look amazing as the crown is being placed upon me."

Tribute of the 66th Hunger Games

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[Anna Banana]

MARY ELLEN GOULDING

"WE'LL BURN THE WORLD TOGETHER"
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Well this girl was a bucket of laughs for sure, something told me she was meant to be intimidating, but I couldn't help but find the whole thing funny. Her overall appearance, though intimidating, wasn't enough to convince me that's what she really was. I knew all about pretending to be something I wasn't, I had to do it for years; I still was. Life was just a façade though wasn't it, we were all pretending to be something for someone, pretending we were something we weren't. All I could do was smile at this girl and take another swig from my bottle before flipping her off.

"I do have an amazing head don't I, it's just so beautiful. I'm afraid you'll have to get in line though, there are a couple of people before you who would love to have my head." I grinned at the girl and picked at my food, popping a few pieces into my mouth and chewing them messily. No one ever said that District 12 had good manners, and the hell said that some random chick in the middle of nowhere had the opportunity to learn them. "Let's talk about survival though, it seems you and I have a common goal there, and yes, we're all enemies here but sometimes you have to do things we hate. Ever heard of 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'? I'm pretty sure we qualify for that. There are 22 other people here, and you know you won't be able to kill them all on your own, even the Careers don't think that."

I look at her seriously and jam my knife into the table, carving twenty-four circles into it. "One person against all of them, I'm sure even you aren't dumb enough to think you can take them all down on your own. What I'm proposing is we do it together, at least until we can get the numbers down, and once that happens you can come for my head. I know you've got skill, I've watched you fight, and I'm not shitty with a weapon...we'll have a better chance of surviving if we work together." She was intelligent enough to see that what I was saying was true, the fact of the matter was that she had to set aside her pride and look at the big picture. District 12 or not, she needed me, and I needed her; this was something that we both needed in order to survive.

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[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

district 4. 18. female. eva doll.

Bite after bite soup is poured into my mouth until the entire bowl is empty making me wish the soup would last longer. A rumble from my stomach lets me know more food is capable of being forced into it. I take the knife in my right hand and cut at the chicken as this lady sits in front of me drinking from a bottle flushing the violent substance into her system, and her middle finger flies into the air as a large grin grows on her face. Anger surges through my veins as I slam the knife against the table as hard as I can with red flashing before my eyes. Better watch who you raise that finger to girl. Someone may break it. My eyes widen as she eats like a pig being prepared for slaughter; the ironic thing is- we are being prepared for slaughter. Manners should be the last thing running through my mind, but it's disgusting how this girl can cram the food into her mouth like she's never ate before. A scowl grows across my face as my eyes meet her's.

Her head will be perfect, and she admits it catching me entirely off guard. Not many people would say they were wanting that to happen. They'd become offended leaving me alone, but she just won't go away. A loud sigh escapes into the air as my eyes roll. Then, she thinks it'll be fun to talk about survival. My survival doesn't matter to anyone as I will die in the games. It's my duty to fulfill the promise I made three years ago. I take my fork and send a piece of chicken flying into my mouth preparing myself for whatever is about to happen- enemies or friends."I'll make sure it's my hand that delivers the blow severing your head from the rest of your body, and my name will be carved into your torso with the stub of a neck bone remaining." My words may be harsh towards her, but I'm not here to make friends with anyone- I'm here to kill before my life is taken sending my soul to walk with Muscinda's forever.

"Your survival is being placed on forming an alliance with me. Twenty-three of us will be dead, and I don't think you understand- my life will be one of those twenty-three." My gaze lowers towards the food sitting in front of me as my hands slide it away from me. The appetite that once begging my stomach for food has gone away. She can sit here talking survival to me all day long, but she'll never understand how important my death in the games is. I don't want to win- I can't go home and face Sam anymore. We fought when we had the chance to say goodbye, and it only ended with tears flowing steadily down my face. Is it possible I do care about my life more than I ever thought? Is it possible I want to go home? Will Sam care for me if I go home? Will Muscinda hate me if I don't keep the promise? My hands fly to my mouth as I cough silently before slowly lowering them towards the table.

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[Anna Banana]

MARY ELLEN GOULDING

"WE'LL BURN THE WORLD TOGETHER"
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I won't say that my main purpose is to annoy this girl, but there is something amusing about how my presence seems to bother her. Even more so that she basically lets me know that she wants me to go away with her body language, the sighing and the way she rolled her eyes, it was all a dead giveaway to me. She didn't even appreciate my talks about survival, it was almost as if she wanted to die, like she didn't want to make it back home to whatever family she had. I know I shouldn't be worried about whether she wants to get back home, but I know all of us here had a reason or another to make it back home.

Of course she gave me another speech about how she'd be the one to lop my head off and carve this and that into my body. She was getting a bit redundant with all these threats, didn't she have anything better to do? "You know, in the amount of time that you've spent threatening me we could be doing something constructive. I get it, you want to kill me, and you know what if I'm dying I'll drag my dying corpse to you and you can lop my head off and carve your name into it, and do anything you want." I take a long drink from my bottle and look her over with an annoyed expression.

She prattled on about how twenty-three of us would die, and how she would be one of the twenty-three. It was the same story, it was like she thought I was some naïve child and had no idea what this was all about. "Look, I'm not a big idiot, I might be from District 12 but I know exactly how this all works. You think just because you're a Career that you have a better idea of how things work. Well guess what bitch, I'm ready to die too, but you can be damn sure that I will try to survive because I have people who love me back home. If I have to I will drive my sword into your chest, right up to the hilt." I stare at her coldly and bury my knife into the table to prove my point and take another long drink from my bottle. She could either listen to me or continue with her tough girl façade, it was her choice.

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[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

district 4. 18. female. eva doll.

Realization punches me straight in the face as this girl will never leave my site. She's going to sit here talking to me until my ears fall off. It would be in my best interest to just stop talking and listen to her, but she doesn't understand where I'm coming from. It's not that I want her dead- I want myself dead because it would mean allowing me to be reunited with Muscinda once more. I lower the fork onto the table laying in it next to the plate preparing to never touch that stuff again. Instead, I gaze at her anger flashing before my eyes. Why is she bothering me? I just want to be left alone because I don't want friends- it would make my death so much easier, but if she wants me to be her friend, then dammit I'll be her friend. I'll be a friend she never forgets.

"First, I don't think you are an idiot- you seem to know your shit. Second, I want to die. It's meant for me to die in the games. I made a promise..." My voice trails off as the promise is brought up. It's not my place to tell her everything about me. We're enemies, and anything she can use against me will cause the real enemy to be placed before me. My heart leaps into my throat as water forms in my eyes. My hand wraps around the cup holding my water before forcing it to my mouth to guzzle it down trying to calm my emotions. Muscinda, you were meant to be here. Not me-you. You spent most your life training for the games, and I laughed at you. I begged you to spend time with me and train, but you didn't. I hope my promise I made you won't be broken, but my life may be worth living.

"Do I have anyone I want to go home to? I did at one point, but not anymore. Our relationship is broken beyond repair since I volunteered for this. If by chance I do go home, it'll just be me. I made a promise, and I want to keep that promise. I will not be the one returning home, but I guess, if you want to go home so bad, I'll give you a helping hand." Hatred boils through my veins. It's not my place to help someone to win these games, but if it's meant for me to die, then I might as well pick one fucking idiot out of the rest of the tributes to help- and why not help this little girl here in front of me? I place my hands on the table folding one on top of the other. I'm not here to sit in the dinning hall to fight with another tribute because there'll be plenty of time for that in the very near future.

Tribute of the 66th Hunger Games

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