(AU) 50th Hunger Games
Apr 14, 2012 20:36:29 GMT -5
Post by Naya on Apr 14, 2012 20:36:29 GMT -5
"Welcome, and happy hunger games!" President Snow shouted out loud, and blew a kiss to all of Panem as he walked onto the stage. Snow tapped on the microphone twice, coughing as the squeaky noise of the microphone was activated. "To remind the rebels of their rebellion against the Capitol," He paused, and looked around the crowd. The citizens of the capitol, a lot of the audience were gamemakers and escorts. "Each year there is an annual Hunger Games, where 24 teenagers fight to the death and there is only one victor." President Snow turned around, as a young Capitol boy came and gave him a small envelope. Snow shook his hand and turned back to the microphone. "Every 25 Hunger Games, there is a quarter quell, celebrating the anniversary of the Games. Each Quell there is a twist." President Snow opened the envelope and took the small sheet of paper out. "For the 50th Hunger Games, there will be no Cornucopia." President Snow scratched his face and walked off of the stage.
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'Beep, Beep!' the alarm clock woke me up. Today - was going to be a good day. I could just feel it. Even though it was reaping… one of the most depressing days of the year. But it's gonna be a good day. No one that I felt close to would be chosen, I would volunteer to participate in the Hunger Games, I could just feel it. I slipped the covers off of my body, and crept down the stairs.
"Boo!" I put a hand over my heart, and gasped. That scared the wits out of me!
"Moth-" I just about let the word slip out, but I stopped myself before it could be said. I remember, Mother didn't want me to swear in the house. I turn around at the end of the stairs to see my brother, Cotton, innocently looking at me.
"Don't look at me like that." I laughed, and crossed my arms over my chest.
"What?" Cotton smirked, shrugging his shoulders.
"You're just about as innocent as a puppy sitting next to a pile of poo."
"Is there training today?" He changed the subject quickly, which was expected of Cotton.
"No, it's reaping."
"Are you still volunteering?" There he goes, changing the subject again. Oh, Cotton. It's a good thing you're cute.
"Yes, of course." I start walking toward the kitchen, where I see my mother has already made our reaping breakfast. I felt the smell of bacon waft through my nose. It's very uncommon for a person in one of the districts to have bacon - but somehow, my father always manages to get some. I don't know how he does it. When Cotton and I were younger, he always said that you couldn't get bacon in District 1, but he was a superhero so he could fly to the capitol and get some. Little naïve me, I actually believed him. And so did Cotton. But he was what, 3 at the time? And I was 6. "Seriously, how do you manage to get this stuff?" I sniffed the bacon one more time, before I sat down and started to pig out on it. "Geez, ever heard of utensils?" Cotton sarcastically snickered, and sat down next to me. I childishly stuck my tongue out at him, smiling right after.
"I set out some clothes for you two." My mother sat down at the table, and started eating.
"Mom, did you set out those hand-me-downs? Because they don't fit me anymore."
Later…
The sound of the reaping bell was alarmed, which meant it was time to head on to the District Sqaure. Just as I leave the door, I hear familiar sobs. Familiar… Where have I heard that before? I look up, and around, and see bright blonde girl covering her face. I recognized that blonde hair from any where…
"Iris!" I ran towards my girlfriend, and came beside her. "What's wrong?" He began to rub Iris' back. "Please, go away Claude." Claude? She never called me Claude! Usually some cute nickname that she made up.
"Tell me… Since when did we start keeping secrets from each other?"
"This is kind of personal.." A few tears streamed down her cheek, and I wiped them away with my thumb. I hugged her, and kind of expected a hug back, but she just stood there, like she was lifeless.
"Please…"
She let go off my embrace, leaned close to my ear, and whispered 2 words that would change my life forever.
"I'm pregnant."
Hunter Blackthorne
"Uh!" I grunted, as the spear was thrown. It missed the target completely and landed on the backboard of the target. "Well, I see, spears are certainly not your weapon." My trainer told me, and she was also a victor of the games a while back. And she sacrificed her time to train a girl like me. "I guess so." I took my water bottle, and dribbled the water over my sweating forehead. It dripped down my cheek, and some even got onto my training clothing. Unlike most people who get trained to participate in the games, my trainer makes me train on Reaping day, which sucks. "Well, see you next time. If you don't get reaped. You better go get prepared for reaping." Said my training coach, Jax. I nodded, and rode my bike home. It wasn't that long of a bike ride. About 5 minutes, and a 10 minute walk. I needed all the exercise I could get.
About 4 minutes later when I'm at my house, my mother greets me at the door, with loads of questions, such as, 'What did you do at training?' 'Do you like your reaping outfit' and even the infamous, 'Try it on! Please, for me?' Although, it's not really my style. I'm the chill, t-shirts and tank tops gal. I hate frilly dresses, skirts, exedra. But of course… I would be a disgrace to my District if I showed up in my usual attire. I finally agreed to putting on the petit dress that my mother had bought, just after my other reaping outfit grew out of me. Slipping off the comfortable clothing I had on last, I let the dress come on, and realise that it was way to small for me. I sucked in my stomach, and came into my mother's room so she could see. "You look fabulous! Did you lose weight?" I emotionlessly left the room, just as the reaping bell goes off. "Remember, volunteer, or else. We want to win those big bucks!" My mother shouts after me. Does she even care about me? Or did they just have me so that they could enter me in the games and get money?
At the district square…
I wait in the female 17 year olds category, and look at the girls surrounding me. Most of them are little, petit girls hugging their friends, hoping not to get reaped. I roll my eyes, and hear the squeaking noise of the mic being tested. I cover my ears and look at our escort, a cooky man with obviously fake purple eyes and red hair like Ronald McDonald. "Welcome, and Happy Hunger Games. Today, we are here to select one courageous man and woman to participate in the 50th Hunger Games!" He reaches into the female bowl, and slyly says "Ladies first…" With the extremely weird Capitol accent that these escorts always have. "Ir-" I quickly raise my arms and jump, "I volunteer!" The escort smiles, obviously fake. I'm convinced that everything about him is fake, fake, and even more fake. "Come on up, dear." The peacekeepers let me out from the red bars and escort me to the stage. I step on it, with a wide smile on my face. I don't want to be here. I wish I didn't live in this period. Why, oh why? Pure torture. "What is your name, sweetie?" Pure sickening. "Hunter Blackthorne." Purple Eyes smiles and takes my hand, holding it up in the air. "Hunter Blackthorne, the volunteer of District 1!" He then reaches into the males bowl, and picks out a tribute. "Cotton Dew?" I saw a bunch of eyes lay on him, as he confidently made his way to stage. I knew he was shaking inside. I just knew it. "No volunteers?" The crowd laid silent. "I volunteer!" One voice shouted, and he ran towards the stage, almost pushing the other one out of the way. He shook the escorts hand, panting from literally pouncing for the stage. "What's your name?" He coughed, and looked at Purple Eyes. "Claude. Claude Dew." Ah. Brothers. I see now. It was extremely uncommon for someone not to volunteer. That young kid would've been dead if it weren't for him. I looked at the crowd, and I spotted a girl, who was bawling her eyes out. She was pretty, I guess. I'm guessing it was his girlfriend. "Welcome, the tributes of District 1 for the 50th annual Hunger Games!"
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'Beep, Beep!' the alarm clock woke me up. Today - was going to be a good day. I could just feel it. Even though it was reaping… one of the most depressing days of the year. But it's gonna be a good day. No one that I felt close to would be chosen, I would volunteer to participate in the Hunger Games, I could just feel it. I slipped the covers off of my body, and crept down the stairs.
"Boo!" I put a hand over my heart, and gasped. That scared the wits out of me!
"Moth-" I just about let the word slip out, but I stopped myself before it could be said. I remember, Mother didn't want me to swear in the house. I turn around at the end of the stairs to see my brother, Cotton, innocently looking at me.
"Don't look at me like that." I laughed, and crossed my arms over my chest.
"What?" Cotton smirked, shrugging his shoulders.
"You're just about as innocent as a puppy sitting next to a pile of poo."
"Is there training today?" He changed the subject quickly, which was expected of Cotton.
"No, it's reaping."
"Are you still volunteering?" There he goes, changing the subject again. Oh, Cotton. It's a good thing you're cute.
"Yes, of course." I start walking toward the kitchen, where I see my mother has already made our reaping breakfast. I felt the smell of bacon waft through my nose. It's very uncommon for a person in one of the districts to have bacon - but somehow, my father always manages to get some. I don't know how he does it. When Cotton and I were younger, he always said that you couldn't get bacon in District 1, but he was a superhero so he could fly to the capitol and get some. Little naïve me, I actually believed him. And so did Cotton. But he was what, 3 at the time? And I was 6. "Seriously, how do you manage to get this stuff?" I sniffed the bacon one more time, before I sat down and started to pig out on it. "Geez, ever heard of utensils?" Cotton sarcastically snickered, and sat down next to me. I childishly stuck my tongue out at him, smiling right after.
"I set out some clothes for you two." My mother sat down at the table, and started eating.
"Mom, did you set out those hand-me-downs? Because they don't fit me anymore."
Later…
The sound of the reaping bell was alarmed, which meant it was time to head on to the District Sqaure. Just as I leave the door, I hear familiar sobs. Familiar… Where have I heard that before? I look up, and around, and see bright blonde girl covering her face. I recognized that blonde hair from any where…
"Iris!" I ran towards my girlfriend, and came beside her. "What's wrong?" He began to rub Iris' back. "Please, go away Claude." Claude? She never called me Claude! Usually some cute nickname that she made up.
"Tell me… Since when did we start keeping secrets from each other?"
"This is kind of personal.." A few tears streamed down her cheek, and I wiped them away with my thumb. I hugged her, and kind of expected a hug back, but she just stood there, like she was lifeless.
"Please…"
She let go off my embrace, leaned close to my ear, and whispered 2 words that would change my life forever.
"I'm pregnant."
Hunter Blackthorne
"Uh!" I grunted, as the spear was thrown. It missed the target completely and landed on the backboard of the target. "Well, I see, spears are certainly not your weapon." My trainer told me, and she was also a victor of the games a while back. And she sacrificed her time to train a girl like me. "I guess so." I took my water bottle, and dribbled the water over my sweating forehead. It dripped down my cheek, and some even got onto my training clothing. Unlike most people who get trained to participate in the games, my trainer makes me train on Reaping day, which sucks. "Well, see you next time. If you don't get reaped. You better go get prepared for reaping." Said my training coach, Jax. I nodded, and rode my bike home. It wasn't that long of a bike ride. About 5 minutes, and a 10 minute walk. I needed all the exercise I could get.
About 4 minutes later when I'm at my house, my mother greets me at the door, with loads of questions, such as, 'What did you do at training?' 'Do you like your reaping outfit' and even the infamous, 'Try it on! Please, for me?' Although, it's not really my style. I'm the chill, t-shirts and tank tops gal. I hate frilly dresses, skirts, exedra. But of course… I would be a disgrace to my District if I showed up in my usual attire. I finally agreed to putting on the petit dress that my mother had bought, just after my other reaping outfit grew out of me. Slipping off the comfortable clothing I had on last, I let the dress come on, and realise that it was way to small for me. I sucked in my stomach, and came into my mother's room so she could see. "You look fabulous! Did you lose weight?" I emotionlessly left the room, just as the reaping bell goes off. "Remember, volunteer, or else. We want to win those big bucks!" My mother shouts after me. Does she even care about me? Or did they just have me so that they could enter me in the games and get money?
At the district square…
I wait in the female 17 year olds category, and look at the girls surrounding me. Most of them are little, petit girls hugging their friends, hoping not to get reaped. I roll my eyes, and hear the squeaking noise of the mic being tested. I cover my ears and look at our escort, a cooky man with obviously fake purple eyes and red hair like Ronald McDonald. "Welcome, and Happy Hunger Games. Today, we are here to select one courageous man and woman to participate in the 50th Hunger Games!" He reaches into the female bowl, and slyly says "Ladies first…" With the extremely weird Capitol accent that these escorts always have. "Ir-" I quickly raise my arms and jump, "I volunteer!" The escort smiles, obviously fake. I'm convinced that everything about him is fake, fake, and even more fake. "Come on up, dear." The peacekeepers let me out from the red bars and escort me to the stage. I step on it, with a wide smile on my face. I don't want to be here. I wish I didn't live in this period. Why, oh why? Pure torture. "What is your name, sweetie?" Pure sickening. "Hunter Blackthorne." Purple Eyes smiles and takes my hand, holding it up in the air. "Hunter Blackthorne, the volunteer of District 1!" He then reaches into the males bowl, and picks out a tribute. "Cotton Dew?" I saw a bunch of eyes lay on him, as he confidently made his way to stage. I knew he was shaking inside. I just knew it. "No volunteers?" The crowd laid silent. "I volunteer!" One voice shouted, and he ran towards the stage, almost pushing the other one out of the way. He shook the escorts hand, panting from literally pouncing for the stage. "What's your name?" He coughed, and looked at Purple Eyes. "Claude. Claude Dew." Ah. Brothers. I see now. It was extremely uncommon for someone not to volunteer. That young kid would've been dead if it weren't for him. I looked at the crowd, and I spotted a girl, who was bawling her eyes out. She was pretty, I guess. I'm guessing it was his girlfriend. "Welcome, the tributes of District 1 for the 50th annual Hunger Games!"
