Week One: Pie-Eating

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Pie Eating



Welcome to the pie eating contest. Each of you has ten pies in front of you. Whenever the signal is given, each of you will start eating the pies, and you will have 3 minutes to try to eat them. Whoever eats the most pies at the end of 3 minutes, will win.

The execution of this event is simple. You may roleplay your characters getting ready to start. At the end of your post roll [*roll=1-40] then you will divide your dice roll by 4 to determine 4ths to see how many of the pies your character eats. After you post, you can edit it to add in more roleplaying. I will keep this updated as people post. So if you roll 36, you'll divide that by 4 meaning you ate 9 pies.

There isn't a posting order.

Good luck and have fun.

Participants:
1. Alex Summers [cato] d7 8.75 pies
2. Andorra Konstantine [lalia] d8
3. Yale Manetho [earthling] d7 7.75 pies
4. Lemon Cake [yoya] d12 8.25 pies
5. Eterna Hope [muffins] d8 5.25 pies
6. Arbor Halt [aya] d12 6.25 pies
7. Nikolai Beckett [anzie] d7 3.25 pies


Final Scores:

FIRST
Alex Summers

SECOND
Lemon Cake

THIRD
Yale Manetho

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The past couple days have been amazing. Someone posted a flyer of the Highland games in District 7, saying that anyone from Districts 7, 8, and 12 could participate who's reaping age or older could participate. Of course, I had to sign up. I had to get away from my crappy family. Without hesitation, I signed up for the pie eating contest. If I can eat a crap load of cake, why can't I eat a crap load of pie as well?

Now, I'm finally getting ready to eat all that pie. Purposefully skipping breakfast, I take a longer shower than normal, even though it's probably worthless considering I'm going to get messy from whatever is inside the pies. I push away the feeling and focus my thoughts on my plan. So if this is anything like eating cake, which I'm sure it is, I should probably start eating towards the middle, then go outwards. Wait, isn't it the other way around?

Still debating on where I start, I get to the area of the contest.Dammit. I'm just gonna have to go from the middle to the outside with this.I start to feel excited and a little bit nervous as I take a sit. I don't recognize most of the fellow contestants, until my eyes land on one of them. Oh my flipping God, is that Arbor Halt? THE District 12 winner of the 54th games? Oh boy, this is going to make things far more interesting.My heart races even faster now knowing who I'm up against. I have to win this. I have to beat him.

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8.25 pies

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Other: Thanks, Kire for the amazing table!

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

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Alex Summers

Ironic that I've signed up for pie-eating. If Wyatt were alive, he'd crack a joke about how instead of eating the pies, I would sneak off with them to give to others. He's the reason I am here in a way. I know how much he hated the fact I'd starve myself to help others. I know he wanted me to take better care of myself. I took his friendship for granted. He's gone now. Killed in the sixty-ninth games. I miss him. I wish I could tell him how much I valued his friendship. You never know just how much you need someone until they're ripped from your life. Wyatt's death has left a huge void in my life. I don't have anyone I can relate to anymore. I need Wyatt, but he's not here anymore. I should have volunteered for him. He's the one who should be alive.

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8.75 pies consumed1-40

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

YALE MANETHO

His stomach is an ocean as he saunters up to the Pie Eating Contest table. All morning he's filled himself up, first with oats, then transitioning to water. It's important to start where you want to end, they told him. If you feel the hunger too acutely, you won't be able to focus on winning, they said. But now, stomach sloshing full of next-to-nothing, he wishes he hadn't heard them.

Yale sits down carefully, maneuvering knees, then hips, then shoulders into position. He smiles his tight smile at the boys on either side. He's still thinking about the water - not about the pies, not about winning - when the contest commences.

He devours, pouring sand into the ocean.

aWiNhv9o1-40
[7.75 pies eaten]

But the tide is too strong. It recedes with his hunger before long, and he knows he won't catch the hawk-nosed boy at his elbow. Yale rubs a napkin over his nose and chin. He waits until he's sure Alex Summer is finished, and then offers him that slow smile. "Can't help but want to save some to take home, right?"

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[Muffinface]

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"Oh my ripred" is all she can utter, sitting at the long table, her fingers trembling as she stares out at the sea of fruity filling, with perfectly crusted tops.

How did the rest of her district and twelve for that matter, not trip over themselves to get here? Her stomach groans and screams for the deliciousness of the pastries sitting before her, and her fingers itch to start shoving things into her mouth.

That one was a strawberry pie- that one, blueberry. Her mind harkens back to the muffins her mother made once, perfectly golden tops with magnificent fillings. Saliva fills her mouth, and she narrows her eyes in preperation.

It doesn't matter about the others sitting around, it's simply her and the pies.

And when that timer starts screaming, she begins to shovel food into her throat.

BmUbRnrA1-40

ETERNA EATS- 5.25 Pies
Damn girl you skinny

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[анзие (Anz)]

nikolai beckett

Johnnie Walker's lips are hard and unforgiving, and he's got a bite like nothing else Nick's ever felt. He's felt all kinds of mouths on his own: hard, soft, broken, strong, weak - but none of them ever compare to the burn from Johnnie, whose kiss is a gift in itself. 

Left in this rare situation, Johnnie alive in every cell of his body, Nick presses hard into the kiss. Walker knocks clumsily against his teeth in the throes of their passion, the warmth of his love dressing Nick to the point of discomfort. He's left flushed and sweating in the wake of Walker's unrelenting grasp. Fiery liquid races down his throat in a single shot.

He feels alive.

"You smell lovely," a girl says, the noses of her and Siamese twin both turned up in poorly disguised disgust. What's her name? Something... something... Rhyhorn? Rhiannon? Ryan? Something Rion, like the guy at school. Nick grins at her until she lists sideways, becoming a single person as a wall shoves itself into his side. "Aw, shit."

Nick has echoing sentiments when he notices Johnnie clinging to his skin - not in ways that Nick would've liked Johnnie. "Fuckin' stupid wall," he says, feeling the sinking sense of disappointment at Johnnie's betrayal, "Wha'kind'a wall is movin' useful-?"

"You're dead drunk," Ryan-Rion says, irritation in her voice as she pulls uselessly at his arm. "Jeez, if you puke later..."

"M'not'gon'pu-" Nick tells her around a mouthful of liquid. Rion leaps backwards to avoid getting her feet covered in the remains of Johnnie Walker. "You're disgusting," Rion informs him, eyeing the seeping puddle around them. Nick squints at her, his head starting to pound with increasing ferocity. "I'm going to find you a bucket of water." His appointed caretaker leaves, muttering darkly to herself. 

Groaning quietly, Nick presses the heels of his palms against his eyes. He's sobering fast - too fast, it feels like, because at the forefront of his mind are the kids he feels like he's letting down. Kid, he reminds himself, gazing up at slow-moving clouds. It's not kids when only one of them is still breathing, and it's like losing a half of himself when he's not even one of two.

Water hits him hard, and for a moment Nick's spluttering for breath, drowning in concentrated downpour. When the rain stops all Nick can see is Rion, who has a shit-eating grin and no trace of apology on her face. 

"You're being summoned, Nikolai Beckett." Her voice is wrong on his name, deepening like she's a man. A blink of an eye later, the mayor is moving on, the echoes of his grim voice mirroring the names spoken during the Reaping. Nick squints at the man, wishing Johnnie were at least in arm's reach for this damned game. His gaze slants towards Arbor at his side, an innocent question for alcohol at the tip of his tongue.

"Ready?"

Everyone else has their hands like claws and eyes on the prize, but Nick just stares dumbfoundedly at the array before him. There are a lot of fucking pies. 

"Y'know, I'm not really hungry," he mutters out of the corner of his mouth at the victor.

Still at go, he's eating like he's a starving man.

ZIJxKF6B1-40
3.25 pies

But even starving men have their limits.

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[aya]

If he'd gotten his way, Arbor Halt would never have agreed to journey to District Seven for the summer festival there. But between pressure from the Capitol and, worse, pressure from his five-year-old, the seasoned victor had no choice but to pay a visit to the lumber district.

He'd hoped that he would be allowed to merely spectate, but it had been strongly hinted that he ought to compete in something. The powers that be loved to see their victors showing off their skills outside of the arena - to reinforce their victory, in the case of victors they liked, or to see the ones they didn't embarrass themselves. They'd have loved to watch Arbor Halt fumble with a sleeve of throwing axes, to see him fail to scramble up a tree. As if the thirty-two-year-old's ability to split a log was somehow representative of the skill and luck that had been required to get him through his snowy hell some seventeen years prior.

So he set aside the Hunger Games for the afternoon, and brought his hungry a-game to the tables that were covered in pies of every variety. He was no Mace, but he liked to think he could still put food away as quickly as that underfed kid from the Seam the first night on the train that should've taken him to his death.

When the competition was started, he dug immediately into a blackberry pie, ignoring his utensils and shoving fistfuls of the pastry directly into his mouth. He could feel his beard dying itself purple, but he did not slow down. Friendly competition or otherwise, Arbor Halt was used to being the champion and wouldn't relinquish any crowns without a fair fight.

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6.25 pies consumed1-40