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After The Games

After The Games

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This RP is a Hunger Games AU, which would be set after Katniss and Peeta become Victors and have finished the Victors Tour.

995 readers have visited After The Games since FoolMeOnce created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/the_hunger_games

Introduction

Welcome, welcome, welcome. Welcome to the 92nd Annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour.

What Victors they were, Katniss and Peeta. They showed the capitol that they were not just another two tributes to play their cruel Games, but that they were the girl on fire and the boy with the bread from District 12. They bent the rules. They rebelled. They won.

But still The Hunger Games continued. President Snow never seemed to age, and was still ruling in the Capitol and over Panem 17 years later, when the 92nd Annual Hunger Games arrived. Katniss and Peeta had long since settled into their life, had become engaged and married under orders of President Snow in order to quieten the threat of rebellion. But after so many years of living together, and with Gale constantly in the mines, Katniss grew to adore Peeta for who he was, not just for the viewers back in the Districts. He was kind and open and honest and attentive, and everything Katniss knew was good. They became content with the civilized, married life.

Years flew by, Prim grew up to be just like the Everdeen's mother, who sadly passed away when an incurable illness plagued District 12's Seam and, although she did her utmost best to cure the illness, she soon succumbed and sent Prim to live in the Victor's Village with Peeta, Haymitch and Katniss before she died and was afforded a funeral by the Victor's new riches. Prim is now 29, and Peeta and Katniss are both 34.

Jay Mellark is 17.

Jay Mellark, the hunting artist born of Peeta and Katniss Mellark, is 17 this year, and her name is in those foreboding glass bowls once.

May the odds be ever in your favour...

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O U T L I NE ~contains book spoilers from Catching Fire. Not yet read mocking jay so I don't know about that one.

So, as you can see, this is set 17 years after the 74th Hunger Games. Peeta, Katniss and Haymitch never went into the Quarter Quell. The rule for that one was that the number of tributes were halved, and District 13 had to pick their first ever tributes. District 13 has been acknowledged as having risen from destruction by the Capitol, and is starting to build itself back up as a District who is known for it's musical talents. The rules have also been changed to allow 12 - 23 year olds compete.

Katniss and Peeta have had a daughter. Jay Mellark. She is much like both of her parents. She has her father's striking blue eyes, and her mother's thick, wavy brown hair. Her parents have taught her both of their ways, so she has skills in both hunting, painting and general survival skills. Jay gets picked for the 92nd Annual Hunger Games, and it's Katniss's fears realised, as she always said she would never have children for this reason.

This roleplay will be the 92nd Hunger Games, starting from the reaping in each district, including District 13. However, as i'm sure people will start getting annoyed when their characters die and they are no longer involved, this year, 4 of the districts band together, all determined to show the Capitol that they cannot control them. Districts 2, 4, 12 and 13 are these districts. These districts will be played by people. The rest will be NPCs so we can actually have some tributes die (1, 3, 6 and 8). Some districts have been destroyed to prevent an uprising when 13 was reinstated as a functional district. 5, 7, 9, 10 and 11 were all ruined.

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A R E N A O U T F I T

Very similar to the ones used in the 74th Hunger Games. (Ignore the pin, that's Katniss/Jay's) The female is on the right, the male is on the left. Tributes are also provided with a weatherproof black raincoat with a hood that comes in a backpack...at the cornucopia.

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R O L E S


District 1
The first of the career districts, District 1 is the wealthiest under the Capitol. Tributes are trained from very young ages. District 1 is known for it's production of luxury items. Tributes usually volunteer.

Male Tribute - Randall - 19 - NPC
Randall has flaming orange hair and brilliant green eyes. He is cocky and arrogant, yet talented with a sword.
Female Tribute - Cece - 14 - NPC
Though young, Cece (see-see) has as much fire as Randall's hair. She is well muscled for a 14 year old girl, and has cropped, choppy black hair and dark brown eyes. Uses a bow and arrow.

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Disctrict 2
Another career district, District 2 is considered to be full of the Capitol's 'pets', since they support the Capitol 100% and often receive extra niceties from them. They supply the Peacekeepers and make weaponry, though are also known for their stone quarries. Tributes often volunteer.

Male Tribute - (Name) - (Age) - (User)

Female Tribute - Alexi Wainwright - 18 - Stereohearts
A personality? One would argue that Alexi really doesn’t have much of a personality. Though, she would state otherwise. Known as the ‘black sheep’ of District two, people often say that Alexi has no backbone and is nothing, but a push over. However, that is not the case. Due to these rumors, many people have developed the wrong impression for the young girl.

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District 3
These are known for their skills with energy and electronics. They are not considered a career district, despite 1, 2, and 4 all being so.

Male Tribute - Lars - 12 - NPC
Lars is a little geek. With thick glasses and braces, with two buck teeth and a head full of fuzzy blonde hair, he is a bit of a dark horse. He can hide, and very well too. He's sneaky, and although young, he can defend himself quite adequately against non-careers using a mace.
Female Tribute - Meredith - 22 - NPC
Meredith is reserved, quite and always teetering on the edge of violence. She seems a little insane. She has long blonde hair, freckles dappling her cheeks and bright blue eyes. Uses throwing knifes.

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District 4
The third career district, District 4 is known for their fishing industry and being talented in the water. They are also skilled with anything to do with fishing equipment. Tributes sometimes volunteer.

Male Tribute - Max Odair - 18 - xxtensionxx
Much like his uncle, Max is a generally nice, although has a slightly cocky and fun side to him. He loves making jokes, and teasing friends and loved ones, although he has a serious side. Used to being there for other people, Max is often the person that people go to when they need advice, or need someone to talk to or listen. He is good at breaking the ice, and making jokes, or silly faces often help others to be more comfortable.
Female Tribute - Harley - 15 - Bandgeek
Harley's primary mode of living is focused internally, where she deals with things rationally and logically. Her secondary mode is external, where she take things in via her five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Harley has a compelling drive to understand the way things work. She's good at logical analysis, and like to use it on practical concerns. Typically having strong powers of reasoning, although she's not interested in theories or concepts unless she can see a practical application. She likes to take things apart and see the way they work.

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District 5

No Tributes

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District 6
This district specializes in transportation. There is also wide knowledge of the use of Morphling; a powerful drug with one hell of a high.

Male Tribute - Lando - 18 - NPC
Lando is a self-assured, arrogant match for 1's Randall. He is violent and shamefully aggressive. He is skilled with small close combat knifes. He has short copper coloured hair and hazel eyes
Female Tribute - Kayle - 18 - NPC
Kayle (kay-ul) is Lando's twin and is identical in appearance and behaviour, as well as talents.

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District 7

No Tributes

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District 8
Known for their production of textiles, 8's tributes are highly fashionable and noted for that. They provide Peacekeeper uniforms.

Male Tribute - Irish - 17 - NPC
Irish is a drinker and swears like a trooper. For his age, his is already in the gutter and it's shocking. He is outcast frequently and has yet to show a skill.
Female Tribute - Marnie - 21 - NPC
Marnie is a sweet lady. She is nervous and skittish and not very robust. Tall and frail, Marnie is very feminine, and even more so with her golden hair and big, blue eyes. No-one knows what weapon she will pick up.

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District 9

No Tributes

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District 10

No Tributes

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District 11

No Tributes

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District 12
Renowned for their coal mines, bread and now their two most controversial and famous victors; Katniss and Peeta.

Male Tribute - Zac Mellark - 15 - DA_Shadow_Phoenix
Zac is a usual "nice guy" he's very polite, gentle, respectful... But that's all because he always obeys his elders, he is very obedient, but when presented with something questionable he will always refuse.
Female Tribute - Jay Mellark - 17 - FoolMeOnce
Jay, named so because of her mother's favourite bird and District token, the mockingjay, is a combination of her parents. She has her father's blue eyes, and her mother's dark hair. She has skills in hunting, painting and general survival skills. She uses a bow and arrow as her mother.

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District 13
Thought to be destroyed in the Uprising, District 13 is not a district to be messed with. They are infamous for their production and research of nuclear weapons, and are perceived as a great threat. They are viewed as very military-like and very routine and organised.

Male Tribute - (Name) - (Age) - (User)
Female Tribute - (Name) - (Age) - (User)


A R E N A

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Much like the one of the 74th Hunger Games...no....wait...it's exactly the same. As if to torment Katniss and Peeta further than just putting their daughter into the games, they re-use the same arena. With the woods, the river, stream and lake, and the cornucopia in the clearing, it's identical. At the cornucopia, there are a wide array of supplies including one backpack for each tribute. What's in that backpack is a lucky shot, but it includes anything.

A L L I A N C E S A N D R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Alliances will form, that's a given. But that's to form through the roleplay. However, there are also two romantic relationships;

District 12's Jay Mellark AND District 4's Male Tribute
Their relationship is one that forms through an act of sheer bravery, when District 4's male saves Jay. This will happen through the roleplay, and can happen in any way. The bond that forms is true and honest adoration for each other, and they both know that they are much like the star crossed lover story that Katniss and Peeta played.

District 2's Male Tribute AND District 4's Female Tribute
This relationship is a false one. Though they appear to be somewhat in 'secret love', they hate each other. This relationship was created when the mentors of both careers decided to try and steal Haymitch's tactics from the 74th Annual Hunger Games.

Toggle Rules

1) Only create characters using the sheet provided.
If you do not, they will be automatically denied. The sheet will be at the bottom of the rules.

2) Stick to the posting order.
This prevents some people shooting off and leaving others behind.

It goes like this;

Male Tribute District 2,
Female Tribute District 2,
Male Tribute,District 4,
Female Tribute District 4,
***Female Tribute District 12,***
Male Tribute District 12
Male Tribute District 13
and Female Tribute District 13.

The first post will be made by me, so we start at the stars. I reserve the right to post as any of the NPCs not mentioned; Gamemakers and President Snow. Feel free to take control of a Peacekeeper or a civilian to fill out your post.

3) Make regular posts.
Try to keep to at least 3 a week. If you do not post for an entire week without pre warning, I will assume you have left and replace you.

4) Be creative.
Try to make posts interesting and at least 3 decent sized paragraphs in length.

5) Have fun!

NOTE: THIS WILL NOT START UNTIL THE ROLES HAVE BEEN FILLED SO GET SPREADING THE NEWS

S H E E T

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D I S T R I C T 1 2
JAY MELLARK
The Night Before The Reaping

Mockingjays are extraordinary birds. They first appeared during the Uprising, when thirteen districts made their best attempt at rebellion against the Capitol. They were a result of a mating of a Capitol made species called the Jabberjay, designed to infiltrate enemy bases and report whole passages of human speech back to their instructor, and the beautiful Mockingbird. The result was a thrilling, eye catching bird who can identify and easily recall both simple and complex tunes. The older the bird gets, the more skilled it becomes. Mockingjays are now often used among districts to signal to each other, or as an alarm or warning. District eleven is known to use Mockingjays as a signal that the working day is over; a trend started by a young tribute, who, sadly lost her life at the 74th Hunger Games...

Jay slapped the book shut, tossing it aside so it landed at the foot of her bed. Rue. The sweet, attentive 12 year old who died as she worked to help Katniss destroy the career's mountain of supplies. Rue always struck a sore spot in Jay's heart, since she lost her life when she was allied with her mother. If it wasn't for Rue, Jay was sure that Katniss never would have spotted that Tracker Jacker nest and given herself the opening to flee. Jay would be ever thankful for saving her mother. Jay had just settled under the covers when the door to her room creaked open. The brunette propped herself up onto one elbow and looked over, waiting for someone to come in. "You asleep?"

"No...All I can think about is tomorrow...The Reaping. I..." Jay stopped talking, the lump in her throat threatening to give her fear away. She was not scared. She was strong, tough and fearless. She had to be. A slender hand curled around the edge of the door and teased it open. Katniss stepped into the room, her head tilted to the side in a display of what...Pity? Jay frowned, not wanting to upset or worry her mother. "I'm fine..." she lied, sitting upright. "No...No you're not. Don't pretend with me, I can see. It's scary, I know. But, your name is only in there once. They won't pick you." Katniss froze, paused near the end of Jay's white wood bed. Those were the exact words she had said to Prim 17 years ago. The exact promise she had made. And yet, Effie's painted nails still managed to rake up the one slither of paper that had the youngest, most innocent girl's name printed on it flawlessly in black ink. Katniss had had to volunteer. This year, she wouldn't have that option.

"Mum?" Now it was Jay's turn to be concerned. She peeled the covers off of her legs and pushed herself up onto her knees. Her hands reached out and took hold of one of Katniss'. These 'episodes' were becoming more frequent as the Reaping drew closer. Katniss would remember something about the 74th Hunger Games and completely freeze as she relived it. Sometimes, Katniss would be lost for so long that Jay had to take care of her. Peeta, Jay's father and Katniss' husband, would become worried about Katniss and help Jay. Peeta was stronger than he gave himself credit for and had managed to almost obliterate the memories without the help of drink like Haymitch. He often held the family together year after year. He helped them the year Katniss' mother had died. The year Prim had turned 15 and was almost entered into the games, until a friend volunteered for her. He kept them going the year Gale was sent into the games and never made it back. Peeta was the glue that held the Mellark's together.

Jay sat on the edge of the bed next to her mother, after coaxing her to sit down, and rhythmically rubbed her thumb over Katniss' knuckles. "Sssh...it's alright..." Jay smiled, starting up her usual ritual of fetching a cup of hot, sweet mint tea and singing the District's now famous song.

"Deep in the meadow,
Under the willow,
A bed of grass,
A soft green pillow....
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Jay stopped singing when her mother took up the song, put her teacup down and wrapped her arms around Jay. Katniss stroked Jay's hair as her elegant though unrefined voice finished the song almost peacefully. "Remember," Katniss started, holding Jay at arm's length by her shoulders, "District 12 is with you." This was something that had started to be said as District 12 watched Katniss and Peeta live their lives through many perils and troubles. 'District 12 is with you' It was a sign of unity that not many people used to show, but now it was the center of the district. No longer was District 12 known for their coal. They were known for their families, friends. Their unity. Their defiance.

Katniss lay Jay back down, picking a stray curl away from the young girl's face and pulling the covers up to her chin. "Sleep, Jay. Tomorrow will come sooner than you'd like, and you need your energy if you are going to be strong for the Tributes." Katniss kissed the tips of her middle three fingers and pressed them to Jay's head, then leaned down and kissed the same spot. "Sleep tight, my beautiful Mockingjay."

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Zac lay in bed, pondering what would go on the next day. Will it be me... Jay.... When his sisters name went through his head he couldn't help but roll over in his bed so he couldn't sleep. He wouldn't sleep if his older sister was in danger,s he had always taken care of him. He and she both knew if one of them was picked the other would volunteer.

Zac noticed as he was thinking he was staring at his pale, grey-blue reaping clothes. He couldn't help but clench his eyes shut and grimace. When he and his sister were younger they spoke of what it would be like without The Games. But it was always hopeless. Zac then opened his eyes and noticed that his pauldron was above the reaping clothes on the chair they sat neatly folded in. It gave him hope. Seeing the pauldron somehow made him fell, safer, more secure.

As usual on every "Reaping eve" Zacs door cracked open letting in a steady beam of light from the hallway. He saw His mother beside Jay. Zac then looked closer at the door and saw his father standing there, leaning a little uneasy against the door frame. "Be brave Zac." Peeta said, he didn't look completely sure of what he said, as if He expected something bad to happen. But that was Peeta, he was never someone who hid his emotions or worries.

"I will Dad." Zac said before rolling back over. He didn't feel like talking. He felt like getting over with it. The quicker he fell asleep, the quicker it was done with. Zac closed his eyes, and felt himself drifting off. The last thing he saw was a picture of his sister Jays face, he dreaded her being picked. That's when the door opened again and roused him.

Zac didn't hear anything, he just felt a soft embrace. He knew it was his mother. She kissed the side of his head. "Don't be afraid son." She somewhat whispered into his ear.

"I'm not afraid for me. It's Jay I'm worried about." Zac said he turned over onto his back and looked up at his mother sitting on the side of his bed. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted buy Zacs hug. "Goodnight mum." Zac said.

"Goodnight my little Phoenix." She said before getting up and gently shutting the door behind her as she left. Zac rolled back over, shut his eyes, and as usual effortlessly drifted off into sleep.

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District Two
Alexi Wainwright
The Black Sheep


The Reaping; a time of great grief. A time of glory and fame! Or simply, someone's worst nightmare.

A pair of icy blue orbs stared outside of a window, with a distressed feel to them. The orbs nervously shifted from side to side, picturing the events that would take place in a matter of hours. The owner of the eyes, Alexi, held her breath as she felt her body shiver with fear. The pervious events caused her great discomfort and she could not believe what she had said. Why? Why would she do that?

Flash back:

Alexi stood against a wall, waiting for the training academy to start. She stared down lazily at the black and blue suit that she had to wear. The suit was ridiculously tight, and it did not help in the ‘protection’ department. Well, one could say that the purpose for the suit was to never get hurt, but that is beside the point.

Alexi toyed with her hands as the hall started to become crowded. The students who would be involved in the reaping had a particular aura to them. The others, simply, waited for their time of ‘glory’. Alexi was not one of those people. She wanted to live a simple life. No reaping, no fame, no glory, no nothing. She just wanted to become a simple house wife, and teach her children that dying for their district doesn’t make them honorable. It makes them stupid.

The sounds of excited children filled the room. It was obvious that I few of them would be fighting to take the spots in the reaping. Often times, the official would allow volunteers to rise their hand first. There was no need for a bowl filled with names, if ever individual was willing to participate. Alexi continued to stare away from the group when she heard a pair of familiar voices. The young male voices seemed to be going through puberty at the time. The voices continue to squeak and crack, as they addressed a particular subject.
Alexi leaned up from against the wall and walked towards the noise. The room started to quiet down as the fight continued.

“Shut up! How can you say that about someone’s sister?” a fairly young male yelled at a younger male. It seemed like a simple fight of testosterones, but it was more than that. Those were Alexi's younger brothers; the twins, as she liked to call them. The identical twin to the first kid seemed ready to fight the older male.

“I’m sorry that your sister is a wuss! She had several chances to fight in Games, but she didn’t. She’s afraid.” Alexi stared in horror. Why would someone even think about her? She wanted to keep herself low-key, so that no one would speak to her about the reaping or Games. Still, there was always one bully in the group.

“No she won’t! My sister will volunteer and win the games! Don’t you dare say that! We know she will.” The room was silent now. No one uttered a word, or even moved. Instead, their eyes looked over at the blond girl. Alexi glanced around, not sure what to do. ’Why’ was the only questioned that flashed through her mind.

Her siblings ran up to her and stared into her blue eyes as if they were pleading to her. Alexi dropped down and hugged the boys.

“Okay” was all she could muster, before closing her eyes to pray.

“I am going to volunteer for the Reaping.”

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Alexi heard a soft knock on her door, before it slowly opened. Two boys walked into the room with their heads down. They stared up wide eyed at their sister. Alexi waved them over and patted the space next to hear.

“Hey buddies. Why the long face?” She questioned the pair.

“Mom and Dad are talking about how you are going to chicken out tomorrow. We told them that you wouldn’t, but all they said was that you would and we would have to fight in the next one to uphold our family name and stuff.” The pair stared at their sister with great sadness. In some way, they knew they had damned their sister to death. Alexi pulled the pair into a quick hug and kissed their heads. Her eyes grew teary, but no tears fell. Was this how it felt to be pushed over the edge? In the end, she could just refuse to volunteer, but what would happen to her siblings? What would they learn?
In a sense, Alexi had accepted that she would die if she volunteered for the Games. She…just knew. However, she needed to teach the boys an extremely tough lesson. Alexi accepted her fate, and she was ready for what would happen. Pulling away from the boys, Alexi quietly reassured the boys that she would do her best tomorrow and she was ready to fight. The pair seemed satisfied with her answer and she shooed them off to bed.

The young girl glanced out the window one last time. With sadden eyes and an even sadder heart Alexi let a tear slip.

“What have I gotten myself into?”

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District 4
Max Odair

The Night Before the Reeping


Attempting to be quiet to not wake his mom, Max entered the house slowly, holding the door as it creaked shut behind him. The hinges had been worn down thanks to the salty air, though if you asked his mom, it was part of what made their house. their house. Speaking of which, where was she? Looking around the dimly lit room, Max was upset to spot his mom curled up on the couch, two wine bottles on the coffee table infront of her. Taking a deep breath, he reached to pick up the bottles, then decided she was more important. Max leaned down, turning his mom slightly as she fussed, then picked her up, cradling her like she was the child. He carefully brought her to her room, pulling back the sheets and laying her down. Deciding it would be best to leave her in her clothes, he grabbed a bath towel and wet it, wiping his moms face, then tucking her in, kissing her forehead, then exiting the room.

Though it probably wasn't a good step in parenting, Max couldn't blame her for it. Heck, if he was able to drink, he sure would. But it messed with his working, and he didn't like the taste. Then again, neither did his mom. But it helps her forget, he reminded himself. Forget the pain, forget the sorrow, forget everything. And for that brief period she didn't have to worry about the day to come, even if she knew that he wouldn't be picked. Because he couldn't. Because she needed him more than anything. But if Max could forget like that, if he could take a drink that would allow him to forget like that, he would take it in a second.

Humming softly to himself, Max picked up the wine bottles, bringing them into the kitchen section of their house and placing them in the recycling bucket, then grabbing a cup and filling it with water. He made his way to his bed, taking a sip as he walked, and stripped off his work clothes quickly, leaving himself in his boxers. Doing as he had done to his mother, he grabbed a spare cloth and dumped a bit of the water onto it, wiping his body to rid it of the salt and sweat and dirt that had built up through out the day. Getting into bed, Max's humming ceased, as he pulled the journal from under his bed out. He grabbed the pen on his nightstand, opening the book just past halfway to the next open page, then began writing, scrawling the date on the top corner, before thinking quickly it he really wanted to do this, deciding yes.

Scribbling down some notes about what happened during the day, a large sigh overcame him, his eyes suddenly became heavy. And, with a reluctant sigh, he allowed them to close, drifting off into what he hoped would be a blissful sleep. Though that was not the case.

In His Dream
With scarlet liquid tracing a thin, yet shaky pattern down his chest, Max tried to run, his legs soon failing him as the weight because too much. Looking around, it was all he could do to arm himself with a few rocks from the ground, posing them to throw if he needed to defend himself. He had been chosen for the games. He had been chosen, and here he sat, two days in, covered in scratches with blood gushing out of a sword wound on his chest. His hair and skin was caked with what used to be mud and was now dried dirt, crackling from the heat. His muscles each ached with every movement, even breathing, and in the sun, he could feel his skin burning. He didn't know how many competitors were dead, but he knew that there were a lot. Enough, that the once clear green-blue pound was now a fogged and hazy red.

Max lifted his head, looking around the forest he was now consumed by, there was a huge crack behind him. He was unable to turn his head, his muscles tight and imobilized, and it was because of this that his unprotected head was hit with an axe.


Max awoke, shaking and sweaty, turning over, and hoping to catch some sleep before the night ended.

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D I S T R I C T 1 2
JAY MELLARK
Day of the Reaping

The day had come. As sunlight filtered hazily through Jay's slightly open curtains, it seemed to carry the weight and wishes of the entire district. The air was alive with the dull hum of the lights and cameras and the large screen that would surely be broadcasting the arrival and registration of every single girl and boy, both children and young adults. Jay rolled onto her side, staring at the empty cup that she had given her mother last night. Katniss...Jay steeled herself, her emotions, frowning and telling herself that she had to be strong and she had to be brave, for her family. She almost had a reputation to uphold, as did her brother. If she signed in looking weak and scared, she would immediately be disregarded, but, if she showed up with the same passion her mother displayed, she'd be watched carefully.

Jay eventually slipped out of bed and padded downstairs, into the kitchen. Katniss and Peeta were already there, sitting at the table after cooking and setting out a rather astounding breakfast of sausages, eggs, bacon, tomatoes, fresh bread, beans and an assortment of game. Despite her slightly increasing age, Jay's mother still loved to hunt, and frequently taught Jay everything she knew. Jay beamed a smile at her parents, and took a seat at the table, drawing a plate over to her and piling it up with food. She had no appetite, but she tried to look eager for the sake her parents and the effort they had made. She started chewing on a sausage when Katniss spoke up. "Jay..." Jay stopped mid chew and looked up. The expression on her mother's face said it all. "No...don't..." Jay could already feel the tears starting to pierce the fragile wall she held up. Katniss took the hint and left Jay to eat, occasionally sipping a cup of coffee; something she used to hate until Finnick showed her sugar.

When she finished, Katniss stood up and reached for Jay's hand. She led her upstairs, but instead of taking Jay to her own room, Katniss took her to her's. Jay covered her mouth with her hands when she saw what had been laid out on the bed. Katniss' own reaping outfit, completed with the pin. Jay turned and wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, burying her face in her chest and sobbing. "Ssshhhh, shhh.." Katniss soothed, knowing nothing she could say could stop the fear. Instead, she held Jay at arm's length, wiped her cheeks and started to get her ready.

Katniss stood behind Jay, her light, deft fingers braiding Jay's hair into a style similar to her own, except the braid went straight down her back rather than over her right shoulder. Jay smiled at her mother in the mirror, her hand reaching up and touching the braid gently. " I love it..." Jay whispered, turning around to hug her mother. Katniss smiled, "Good. Alright, let's go and wait for your brother"

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Zac got up and rolled over. he looked out his window and saw the crowds beginning to form in the streets in their grey and bland reaping clothes. Zac got up, he didn't even bother showering or anything. He would shower after he soiled himself at the reaping. He thought that a joke to himself. He saw his reaping clothes neatly laid out on the desk beside his bed. His pauldron on top of them. Zac smiled. His dad must have put them there.

Zac was dressed into his reaping clothes and pauldron as usual as he descended the stairs. He found his family waiting for them. "Great morning for picking who'll be getting slaughtered, eh?" Zac tried to lighten the mood, but it didn't do much. He grabbed the carton of milk out of the fridge and drank straight out of it. He got a cuff to the back of his head from his father which reminded him to get a glass.

Zac smirked as he put the milk back. "Let's get this over with shall we?" Zac said a little miserably.

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District Two
Alexi Wainwright
The Black Sheep


‘Flowers…oh how I love flowers. I would have flowers at my wedding. It would have been wonderful.’ Alexi thought as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, sticking out in every which way, and there were dark circles under her eyes. The white of her eyes had a nice pink tint to them, due to the tears she shed that night.

Why would she cry? Why would she even consider volunteering one would ask? Well, it was simple. Alexi had thought about it all night long. She could just not volunteer and become the laughing stock of District two. She did not care. She wanted to live! However, what would that accomplish? The children of District two does not understand how truly blessed they were.

Look at the other districts. Their names would be chosen out of an old chipped bowl, the children would have a look of horror, and they would ultimately be sentenced to their death. Normally I career would win the games, so other districts wouldn’t even stand a chance. However, children from District one and two would often just volunteer, which meant…a few lucky kids could skate by and…live. That’s what Alexi wanted to do. Her bothers were so gung ho on having her enter, that they did not realize that this was her goal.
The young girl brushed her hair neatly, and pulled it back into a bun. She patted her face, and then pinched her cheeks to add a little color to them. The icy blue eyes continued to stare at the person in the mirror. There stood a young girl, accepting that she would die. Alexi knew what she was doing and what she would have to show her baby brothers. Hopefully, they will understand the message that she would try and convey. Alexi had accepted that she would become a martyr.

Alexi walked down into the kitchen to find her family staring at her. She gave a weak smile, before proceeding to grab food. Her father glared at her, while her mother stared at the food on her plate.

“So, are you actually going to volunteer? If not, then don’t get your bothers hopes up” her father’s bass filled voice echoed. The twins shot a shocked look at their father, before turning back to the older sibling.

“I want you to know that you would bring shame to the family if you did not go. We would have to rely on your brothers to bring honor. At least there are two chances to win.” The room remained silent. Out of the corner of her eye, Alexi saw her mom give a nod of approval. Why did her family become like this? When did glory and fame become such a huge factor in the family?

Alexi sat down at the table and ate her food quietly, before she mumbled

“I’m going to volunteer don’t you worry. “ The time had come.

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Max Odair

Day of the Reaping


Having barely gotten any sleep last night, Max was ready to get out of bed at least an hour before he needed to. Pulling a shirt onto his bare chest, he glanced down quickly, horrors of his nightmare finding there way into his head. He shook his head quickly, getting rid of any visions of blood and disaster left in his head. Max made his way to the door, quickly stopping in his moms room first to make sure that she was still sleeping. He grabbed his trident from next to the door, closing it slowly so it didn't creak. He ran his hand through his hair, glancing out at the water that was infront of his house. He realized it was stupid to have put on a shirt, considering he was going into the water, but then decided he would just go knee deep.

Max walked to the water, loving the feeling of the sand between his toes. As he reached the water, he didn't hesitate to walk in, though he took slow, small steps, then paused, slowing his breathing. He had learned from practice that your heart beat projected through the water, and often scared fish away. He waited a few minutes, letting the ripples die down, and his heart rate slow. He opened his eyes, moving only his upper body to move the trident into place. "One... two... three," he muttered under his breath, plunging the spear into the water, and into a fish, then pulling it out of the water, the fish spoked on the middle spear. It wiggled around, throwing it's weight, but Max had lots of practice, and he held it nearly straight as he walked out of the water, back towards his house. He wasn't sure how long he had had his eyes closed for, but he was sure that since he needed to change and make food, that he needed to get back.

He tried not to look at the fish as it suffocated, dropping the trident on the counter as he entered his house, and going to his room. He could hear his mom milling about the cottage, and he said, "fish on the counter," as he reached into his closet, pulling out his suit. It was weird to see it, considering her only wore it once a year, the grey fabric ironed and pressed, the shirt beneath it the same. He changed his clothes quickly, grabbing his nice shoes and walking back into the kitchen. His mom was chopping up the fish, having already cleaned it, and she had a pan sizzling on the griddle next to her, where she was tossing pieces of fish to cook. Max grabbed two plates, cups, napkin, and sets of silverware, placing them on the small table they had, and sitting down, waiting for his mother to join him.

"Are you nervous?" she asked, flipping over the fish in the pan. Max shook his head, then remembering she was facing the other way, saying a simple "No." She nodded, turning off the stove and bringing over the pan, putting some on his plate, and a little on hers. They started eating, but it wasn't a few seconds before his mom spoke up again. "You don't need to worry. You wont get chosen." She said, meeting his eyes with hers. He nodded, looking at her, realizing that she was in her nice clothing too. "I know mom." He said, giving her a small smile, then finishing his fish, chugging his water, then standing up and clearing his plate.

[b]"We should get going."

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D I S T R I C T 1 2
JAY MELLARK
The Reaping

It was distressing. There were no sirens, no tension building music. No panic. Nothing. Just an eerie silence that settled over the civilians as they were almost herded towards Sign-In. They weren't even talking. Jay simply followed the line, her hands clasped together in front of her. She looked around the square; it was it's usual mechanic self. The giant TV screen, the two glass bowls, the 2 areas for males and females and of course, the Sign-In table. Jay approached the Peacekeeper sat there with clear disgust on her features. She stuck her hand out, printed her drop of blood and glared at the symbol of oppression who jabbed her nervously in the finger. Jay cut across the crowd, standing in the middle of the neat rows.

Slowly the Square became packed with more and more people awaiting their fate. Jay's legs were getting tired from standing around, and the reaping hadn't even begun yet. Though evidently it was about to start. The two Sign-In peacekeepers had packed away their equipment and were now stood, armed, on guard like the others. Then it played. The anthem. That horrible, dramatic music that only ever signified the horror that was The Games. Then there was the familiar clearing of the throat and tapping of the microphone that District 12's escort always did. As did Effie.

Since Katniss and Peeta won, Effie was 'upgraded' to a wealthier District, and was replaced. District 12's newest Escort, Feather Persephone, was just as...vibrant. Feather was beautiful to those in the Capitol; she had gloriously shiny hair and a curvaceous figure that was to die for. But something about the way her skin was tinged with a faint sky blue hue that made her look cold was odd. Something about her glimmering golden flower tattoos that snaked their way almost over every inch of her skin, except a heart shape framing her face, was somewhat eye catching. Even her hair, though astoundingly glossy and scarily straight, was a strange dark golden hue. Not the kind of golden that you'd expect of a blonde, but literally golden like the precious metal, and was in strange contrast to her milk chocolate brown skin. She had icy blue eyes that, though kind, could bore a hole straight through your chest into your soul. She didn't really wear any make-up besides some thick cat-eye liquid eyeliner and bold red lips, but her hair, eyes and tattoos were enough. Her clothing was somewhat understated for an Escort, though always had something eye catching. Today, she wore a slinky, figure hugging jet black dress that seemed to pour smoke from it's calf length hem, and silver sparkly shoes that twinkled something crazy.

It was clear to anyone that she was Cinna's sister.

Cinna, who moulded Katniss into the symbol of rebellion that she was, had never been heard of since the Victor's Tour. No-one knew what had happened to him, but, since he had helped spark a rebellion, Jay could only imagine. Feather cleared her throat again, and spoke out in her strange, calm voice. "Welcome, District 12, to the 92nd Hunger Games!" She finished with a flourish and paused for effect. Text book perfect. "Let's watch this lovely video from the Capitol, shall we?" Feather waved her hand towards the screen and turned in her spangly heels to face it. There was the usual speech about the suffering and the Rebellion, and the loss of life. Something that the Captiol played every year. When it finished, Feather clasped her hands together and a dreamy, happy expression crossed her face. She sighed happily, "Aaah, so lovely! So lovely lovely!" Lovely was her word...And she was always so happy about everything...

Jay's heartbeat quickened and she looked across the Square to where her brother was stood, caught his eye and subtly kissed the tips of her three middle fingers, pressing them to her heart. It was a small symbol that they shared, something adapted from 12's sign of respect. "As Effie once said, Ladies first. And, may the odds be ever in your favour..." Feather was a sweet, strange lady but the sheer hatred that radiated from the crows was palpable. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't their fault. It was Snow's. Feather's long fingered hand dug into the bowl, which seemed to be fuller every year. For Jay, time seemed to stop. She tried to imagine the one piece of card with her name on it being swirled around and around and around against others. The names of other poor tributes awaiting their death sentence. She looked around at the young girls around her. Some her age, some older. Some even younger. At the very front was the row of twelve year olds, most of them looking barely like they could hold themselves up, let alone a sword or a mace. Jay felt her heart break as she looked at them, promising to volunteer if any of them were picked.

That was a promise she didn't have to make.

"Jay Mellark!" Feather called out, spreading silence over the crowd like warm butter on toast. It took a moment for Jay to realise that it was indeed her own name, and tore her gaze from the small girls at the front who had turned to seek their Tribute. "Jay?" Feather questioned, arching a brow. Jay, shakily, left the line and headed to the front, guarded by Peacekeepers. A strange dull humming hissed in her ears as she took her seat behind Feather and attempted to start processing it. Once. Once her name was in there. This was Prim all over again.

Difference being, there was no older sister to Volunteer. Everyone knew that Jay was as strong as her parents. Everyone relied on her to uphold the family reputation. Jay turned this thought over in her head. About how they will be watching her every move, how she handles herself and how she presents herself. How she acts. How she talks. So, that mean she was on camera right now. Jay pulled her shoulders back, dusted her hair away from her face and sat tall, smiling quite pleasantly as Feather continued the Reaping.

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Zac heard his sisters name called, and his heart sank to his feet. "Jay!" He yelled out, he rushed the podium and was knocked down by a peacekeeper. Zac got up and tackled the man. "That's my sister you monster!" Zac yelled at the peacekeeper. Then he stopped as a gun was pointed at him by the officers partner.

"Zachary Mellark!" Feather called in her light silky voice.


Zac's face went paler than it ever had. "That's me." Zac said. He tried to look fearless, though if he were any more scared there would be something dripping down his leg. The peacekeeper laughed at him.

"Poor bastard." The officer chuckled.

Zac punched the man in the face. The peacekeeper raised his weapon to shoot him, but Feather intruded. "Shall we wait until the games for blood?" She asked. The officer lowered his weapon and roughly led Zac to the podium. Zac sat there beside his sister.

"Sis... I love you." Is all Zac could say. He looked his sister in the eye. Tears welling up in his he hugged his sister. Out of the corner of his eye he could see many of the children touching their lower lip with their three middle fingers. Complete silence swept over the crowd. Zac stopped hugging her and returned the gesture.

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District Two
Alexi Wainwright
The Black Sheep


Why was there banners and confetti? Why were people shouting and cheering as the peacekeepers took their positions? Why were parents grinning while they sent their children to check in? What kind of festival was this? In the crowds, one could see the vibrant colors and the different outfits of the celebrating party. The clothes and fashion was not as extravagant as those of District one, but these were a pretty close second.

Alexi walked up towards the ‘sign up’ table. She stood behind people who willingly gave their hands to the peacekeepers. When the process was over, the peacekeeper would smile and wish the kid “Good luck.” It was as if they wanted those kids to volunteer. Alexi waited until it was her turn. She held out her hand and felt the cold metal instrument prick her finger. Slowly, the blood started to drip from her finger, and the peacekeeper bandaged it up. With a cunning smile, and an ulterior motive, the peacekeeper sent on her way.

The young girl made her way through the crowd of possible Hunger Game candidates. She stood amongst the other excitable children, waiting for their opportunity to ‘shine’. The square began to fill up with more candidates. The time had come. There was no turning back now. Alexi stared down at her hand as she heard the all so familiar tapping sound. The sponsor for District 2 stood onto the stage with a bright smile on her face. This person was called Lilith Jordan. Lilith wore a bright neon orange dress suit. She had crazy colored makeup, which made her look like a clown. Everyone cheered her on as she held up her hands. Alexi huffed as the woman walked across the stage, seeking more attention.

“District two; are you ready for the festivities?” The crowd cheered loudly. Lilith grin spread across her face. There was no bowls on the stage, rather, just empty seats. District two did not need them. Lilith held up the microphone in a dramatic manner.

“Now…the big question. First, let’s let the ladies go. Do we have any volunteers for the 92nd Hunger Games?” As soon as Lilith asked the question, the crowd started to react. Who would be the first person to raise their hand? Who wanted to take this opportunity? Those questions were then answered. A small hand raised in the air.

“I volunteer” Alexi called out of the crowd. The crowd became silent. If a pin dropped, everyone could hear it. It was unusual for District two. A group of kids moved to aside, so that they could get a better look at the girl. Those individuals were greeted by determined icy blue eyes. Alexi slowly made her way to the middle of the square. She lifted her hands in the air again and restated “I want to volunteer for the Hunger Games.” The District remained silent. They could not believe that their very own black sheep was actually volunteering for the games. Lilith pointed towards the peacekeepers, and singled for them to walk her up to the stage. Alexi did not even wait for them to come near her. She slowly made her way up to the stage. The young girl stared down at the people who mocked and ridiculed her. Now all they could do was gawk and stare at her. Then Alexi looked through the crowds, in hopes of finding her brother. What was done has been done and she could not do anything about it now. This would be her last chance to see them.

Alexi’s train of thought was interrupted when the sponsor spoke up. The women held a microphone to Alexi’s mouth.

“What is your name Ms. Warrior?”

“Alexi Wainwright” she said with great proud, and fear. Lilith nodded her head. In her mind, she couldn’t believe that this girl was actually going to do this. With a nod and a silent pray, Lilith announced…

“And this is your female representative for District two!”

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District 4
Max Odair

Day of the Reaping


His mother gave him a nearly perky looking smile, though because of how well he knew her, he could recognize just how sad it was. Though the outsides of his lips did curve up, her tips curved down, the chapped lips seeming nearly white with the pigment tinted by the dry skin. The blue sparkle that was native to her eyes wasn't there, and that was more than enough to tell Max she was worrying. He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, accompanied by a reassuring grin meant to ease her nerves, though it only made her yearn for his presence to be a forever.

They left the house together, keeping their feet on the stone path instead of the sand, the sound and smell of the ocean over bearing, yet nice. As they walked in silence, voices of their nearby neighbors carried through the air, calls of joy and excitement. Having an uncle who had been in the games, Max had grown up thinking it was horrible, and he still thought that, no matter the norm for his district. He picked up his pace slightly, wanting to be on the earlier side to see people filing into the rows separated by age and gender. A row of tables in front seated multiple peacekeepers, a finger pricking device in one of each's gloved hand. Max nodded to his mom, smiling reassuringly again, before getting in line. He hardly noticed the finger prick, or his finger being pressed and smeared against the paper. He made his way towards his group, looking only for his cousin, Finnick's son, and after finding him, he stood close enough that he could see him, about 10 feet away.

It would have been an understatement to say the boy was nervous. He kept wiping his palms on his pants, and taking deep breathes, but all max could do was watch, and mouth encouraging words to him. The possibility of him being chosen like both his father and mother was so unlikely, so inconsiderable, that when it happened, he was shocked.

The ceremony began as usual. After all of district four's children had filed in, the districts escort, Greyson Aldler, made his way to the middle of the stage. For the past few years, Greyson had been wearing outfits that he tried to reflect upon the primary theme of district four, the ocean. And in past years, he had succeded this by wearing all types of blue shades, normally tuxes, or suits. This year wasn't much different, the man wearing a royal blue tux, but what caught the attention of Max, and probably many others, was his bow tie. If you asked him to describe it, he would probably be at a loss for words. It was some how a mix of nearly all shades of blue, changing in waves like that of the ocean. It was beautiful.

Probably what they will make the chariot costumes out of, he thought, pulling himself back into the present, as Greyson finished giving his routine speech about how they were all friends, and should therefore call him grey. It was then that he perked up, looking expectantly next to him as a peace keeper brought over a large bucket. This style of choosing names had been newly adopted by the district, though the capitol seemed to love it now. Greyson gave the crowd a wide grin, spinning his hand above the bucket in the air, pausing for effect, before someone in the crowd was able to yell out ' just go already,' then plunging in his hand, pulling it back out quickly, dripping. The girl was one he wasn't accustomed to, though as she amde her way up to the stage, it was certain she was more of a career, a smirk on her face. Max wasn't interested. These were going the way they usually did, and he found himself growing bored, beginning to space out. But it hadn't been meer seconds until the name of a boy like a brother to him was announced, the matching last name drawing him back into focus.

Max didn't know how he did it, but it hadn't been seconds after Greyson had announced the male tribute that he had pushed through the sea of boys, finding himself in the ile before his cousin had even had the guts to move. He made his way quickly to the stage, trying to keep his head up, and eyes away from his mother, knowing the pain that would be evident in them, not only because it was sad, but because everyone, including him, had heard her pained gasp, accompanied by a muffled sob echo in the silent town.

He found himself on stage, Greyson going on about something again, and Max discovered the only thing that seemed to be keeping him saine, was the comforting smell of the ocean.

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JAY MELLARK
The Reaping

What was he doing?! Zac was lucky that his behaviour didn't have him shot in the knees, seen as disruptive and unruly. Jay leaned forward in her chair, gripping the sides, as Zac had a gun pointed straight at him. 'What are you playing at...?' she groaned, finally sitting back when Zac calmed down. She could understand. She'd be the same if it was him called up here. Jay locked eyes with Zac as he stood near the podium, smiling sadly and whispering 'I love you...take care of mum...'

But already, the Capitol seemed determined to take away any wishes that Jay had. Zac's name was called and it was as if Jay's world had stopped. It was almost to perfect to be true, as if the Capitol had somehow rigged this reaping. Given the trouble that their parents caused, it wouldn't be surprising. Hot tears prickled the corners of Jay's eyes as she fought to keep a straight face and look almost indifferent, but when Zac was led up to the tribute's chairs, and wrapped his arms around her, Jay broke apart. Her chest heaved as heavy sobs forced their way out, sounding in loud, choking gasps. Her cheeks were beginning to sting from her hot tears, and her eyes were puffing up fast.

They must feel so sorry for them. The Victor's children. Brother and sister. As Jay regained her composure, she got to thinking. Eventually, they'd have to kill each other. Or would they take a stand like their parents. But, Snow probably wouldn't stand for that a second time. There had to be a way. Jay wondered about the other tributes, and how they were handling this. Who they were. What skills they had. Already she was starting to think like a hunter. Feather started to prattle on about odds and favour, and something about the district forever being with the tributes, but Jay was fairly dazed until two peacekeepers led her off of stage and into a small box room. The room was nicely furnished and managed to feel somewhat cosey, but it was still cramped and felt ... odd. Perhaps it was just because Jay knew this was it, the last time she'd see anyone important.

Jay paced the room, waiting for her visitors. Well wishers. Luck givers. Suddenly, the handle of the door clicked and Katniss and Peeta came in together. "Mum! Dad!" Katniss cried out, rushing over to them and burying her face in her mother's chest. "I...Zac..he..."
"Sssshh, I know, I know.." Katniss crooned, stroking Jay's soft, wavy hair. "You'll work something out..." Jay looked up, a wicked glint in her mother's eyes. What was she suggesting? Didn't she know that this room could be bugged? Something about her reassurance made Jay smile, warming her up and easing her mind. "We will." Her words were a promise. Her final promise. Peeta, as often, remained strong. "Katniss, we have taught you everything we know. You remember that, and we will see you on the other side." Jay smiled again, hugging both of her parents at the same time before they were ushered out and Jay's next visitor came in.

It was Aaron. "Jay?" he breathed, taking one step into the room. "Aaron. Hi," Jay replied, her voice portraying her confusion. Aaron was the last person Jay expected to see. He worked in the market, often alongside his mother selling flowers and herbs. "Jay, I wanted to give you this," Aaron held his hand out, a small golden ring in his palm. "What is it?" Aaron gingerly picked up Jay's left hand, slid it onto her ring finger and crooked one knee. Looking up at Jay, his emotion was evident in the extra moistness in his eyes, and the sad, excited smile on his lips. "Jay, if you come back to District 12, I vow that I will make you my wife..." Jay couldn't breath. She studied the ring on her finger in silence, the golden band delicately engraved with intricate, elegant flames and the diamond a large, rounded sapphire, bordered by two crystal clear diamonds. "I..." Jay was speechless. She had always admired Aaron. He was tall, broad and muscular, with a choppy mess of jet black hair and the same, coal grey eyes so distinctive to their district. His had a slender, but strong square jaw and a thickly muscled frame to be envious of. He was beautiful. But she never, ever suspected that he liked her. Sure, he always gave her a personal bunch of flowers as a gift when she went to his stall, and he always smiled at her and asked her how she was doing. But this? Jay smiled happily, fresh tears brimming up over her lids. "Aaron..." was all she could say. She was happy! More than happy! No-one had ever shown an interest in her because of her status with the Victors, but now she had a promise of engagement if she won.

She would win. She had to for twelve.

Aaron stood up, and wrapped his warm, strong arms around Jay. He sobbed silently into her shoulder for a short while, then stood up and brushed Jay's curls from her face. Jay smiled softly, capturing his hand and holding it against her cheek. Aaron leaned down, brushed a gentle, but yearning kiss on her plump lips and left, handing Jay a single white rose as he left. Jay slumped into the chair, her head spinning. Had that really just happened? She didn't have time to contemplate it, as within ten minutes, Peacekeepers came and took her to the central hall of the building, where Feather and Zac were waiting. The ring glinted on her finger as she walked with a renewed confidence. It was Feather who spoke up, "Let's get on board the train, shall we? And you can meet your new mentor."

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When Zac was taken away he was put in a small room with a couch in it. He sat in it and didn't cry, but his mind kept racing through what he had to do: Kill his sister. The sister that had always been there for him. Always helped him out whenever he asked. He remembered when they were little and would be walking home from school. Jay would sometimes buy a wheel of cheese for the family as a errand. She always bought him some with her own money too. He couldn't kill her if it came down to it. He also wouldn't allow her to die. He would take an arrow for her.

When Peeta and Katniss came in Zac was speechless. He didn't cry, he didn't talk, he didn't move. Everything was a blur as his parents wished him good luck and gave him encouragement. When they left Zac felt heart broken. "I love you." Is all he could muster.

Next was his friend Daniel. zac did the same thing. No motion, no speech, no anything. Zac would die. He knew it. No one's last thought of someone should be of them crying and begging for their life when it was inevitable.

The next to come was Annebell. Zacs "Lady Friend" She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. She broke his un-moving and un-crying mask, as if she had taken it off his face and smashed it one the ground, it wouldn't return. He began to sob slightly. They didn't say a word just cried into one another's shoulder. "I love you." She told him.

Zac began to cry a little heavier. He had always liked her, he thought maybe even love. But now he knew he did truly. "I love you too." So he said it. The peacekeepers came in and dragged her out of the room. Zac shot up pushed them off of her and kissed her on her lips. She blushed as the peacekeepers pushed him onto the couch again then left with Annebell.

Zac was the removed when Feather came to fetch him. He was lead deeper into the building. it was only a few seconds when Jay showed up. She had a promise ring on. zac smiled. "Aaron?" Zac asked. He knew. Aaron was always curious about Jay, it was obvious they liked each other.

Zac hugged his sister again. "You'll win. I'll sacrifice for you, you have a life ahead of you. With Aaron." Zac sad. A single tear rolled down his cheek. But he truly didn't care. In his sisters arms he felt the safest.

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The Black Sheep



The rest of the Reaping seemed to be a blur. Alexi remembered the awkward silence as she took the stage. The silence remained until they asked for more volunteers. This time, a really meet head guy walked up on the stage. The cheering commenced once Jack had taken the stage. The crowded chanted ‘Jack, Jack, Jack’ as he took a little bow with each step. He had a smirk on his face, and seemed completely full of himself. Jack is the ideal career. If Alexi had remembered correctly, he was one of the top candidates for this year’s games. The boy glanced at Alexi, and she looked back at him. His smirk bothered her to know end. She figured that he thought that he would have an easy win. Well, he was wrong. Alexi was not going to lose to any career. Lilith clapped her hands, hoping to quiet the crowd down.

“Young man, what is your name?” she questioned as she held the microphone to his lips. The poor women had to stand on her toes to reach him. The boy chuckled to himself, before taking the microphone right of her hand.

“Name’s Jack Moeller and I’m going to win this year’s games!” The crowd went wild. Everyone was banking on this individual to win, but Alexi was not going let this happened. Lilith grabbed the microphone from his hand, drawing attention back to herself. She seemed flustered and upset that Jack did that, but tried not to let it show.

“Sadly flocks, we must take the representatives on their way. Now…let’s go.” Alexi stared blankly at the peacekeepers that ushered her off the stage. No one cheered her name. No one even looked at her. It was as if they knew she would be useless in the games. Both her and Jack were placed in a pretty nice car, and taken away from the scene. The pair sat silently, even as Lilith went on and on about how exciting this year’s Reaping was.

“Alexi, you are an interested choice. Why did you volunteer?” Alexi shook her head. She did not want to state her reasons. Instead she looked at Jack. Before the boy could answer, the car came to an abrupt stop. Peacekeepers swarmed the car, and removed the pair. The both were escorted to two separate rooms. Alexi was pushed in her room, and then the door was closed behind her. She paced slowly, wondering what was going on. As soon as she looked up, the door opened and two little boys ran in. There were tears running down their face. Alexi bent down and hugged the pair.

“Why are you crying sad pandas?” The boys hiccuped and huffed into their sisters arms. Alexi couldn't help be smile at the poor twins. The pair pulled away slightly and stared into their sisters eyes.

“You’re going to win right?” they asked in union. Alexi kissed both their foreheads and whispered a soft ‘yes’. One of the twins pulled out a small pendant. The boys smiled at their sister, as the pendant was placed in her hand.

“We found it in Dads shop. We figured it you would want it more. You could look at it and remember us.” Alexi gripped the pendant, before giving the boys one final hug. Unfortunately, their time came to an end. A large Peacekeeper pushed through the doors and lifted the twins up. The boys kicked and screamed, but that seemed to fail. In the end, Alexi was left to her own thoughts. The young girl grabbed her face, finally realizing what was happening. However, she only had a few minutes to think. The door opened again, but the person who stood at it surprised her. The person was an older gentleman, maybe in his mid-60s. He had a pure white beard, word a suit, and a sadden face. The man walked into the room quietly, and shut the door behind him.

“You shouldn’t have been put in this position” he muttered. Alexi stood up and stared at him. Why did it feel like he was looking into her soul?

“You had a life ahead of you, but now you have to fight to win it back. Do not let this competition destroy you. You are not the representative from District two. You are Alexi Wainwright.” The old man nodded after he stated his speech, and then slowly walked back out. The older man was the last person to visit. No friends, no family, no nothing. Not even a good bye letter.
Alexi just stood there, waiting. Finally, a Peacekeeper came and escorted her out of the room and towards the building gates. Lilith and Jack were waiting quietly as the young girl appeared. The vibrant guide explained to the pair that they would be boarding a train, and then they would meet their mentor. She also explained that from here on out, their lives would be broadcasted for the world to see. They had to hold themselves in a particular manner if they wanted to do well. Once the explanation was done, Lilith glanced at both young adults.

“Are you ready my dears?” Alexi flipped the pendant in her hand, several times, before nodding at Lilith.

“I guess I have to be ready huh?”

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Max kept his head up, his eyes trained on the water splashing in the distance to help keep his breathing pattern at bay. He didn't remember what happened after he had been chosen, but he did remember what had happened right after. Greyson had made him and the female tribute shake hands, as he spoke into the microphone about how promising this years tributes looked, but all he could hear was the shallow and heavy breathes projecting all the way from his mothers mouth as Finnick held her back, whispering calming words into her ear. Finnick. He hoped Finnick would be proud. Had he not volunteered, Finnick would never have outright critisized Max, but he would never forgive him for letting him lose another person in his life.

Stumbling as he was pushed forward by a man and woman in a peace keeper's uniforms, Max was drawn out of his phaze out of the world, and brought back into reality. They were escorting him to the room where he would see the people who cared enough to come see him before he died for the last time. How pleasant, he thought, glancing around at the seemingly depressed room. There was a couch in the center, blue and partially deteriorated, but that was it. There was nothing else in the room, no windows, no furniture. He sat on the couch, his thoughts begininning to race a mile a minutes, before he heard commotion outside the door, before a man pushed in, a boy dragged behind him. He looked Max up and down with, at first, a look that seemed like pity, but was actually pride. "Finnick," Max muttered, standing and forcefully hugging his uncle in a tight hold. Max took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a second and letting himself feel scared for the few meer seconds he would allow himself to. Finnick hugged him back as tight, pushing him back so he could move away from the door, before pulling away and looking at him again. Behind him, his son stood, the very son Max was going to give his life for. And if he had the opportunity to go back in time, he would do it again, a thousand times over.

Finnick let him go, allowing Max to hug his cousin, who immediately burst into tears, and began muttering how sorry he was. Max shook his head, forcing a smile to show, before hugging the boy tightly. "You did nothing wrong. I promised you I would always be here for you, and this is me making my promise." He said, his words having an upity spike like when someone skipped. He hugged his cousin for a few more seconds, before Finnick pulled him over harshly, bringing him within whispering distance, before talking fast and agressively, though very quiet. "Look, I survived, so you will too. You know how to fight, how to catch food, how to build shelter, and how to stay alive. You're going to make it through this, I promise. I wish I could be your mentor, but seeing as the victor was from district 4 a few years ago, she will be taking my place. I'll find a way to contact her and get my word to you." He paused, looking to Max to see if he was paying attention, before continuing. "The game starts the second you get on the train, not when you are in the arena. From that moment onwards you are to convince everyone you know what you doing. You will do well in training, but not too well. Try out things you don't know how to do, and learn how to do them. Make friends. Quick. Make an alliance with people you can overpower. And lastly," at this point, Finnick reached into his pocket, pulling out a flame printed wristlet. His token. "Take this." He forcefully thrusted it into his hand, giving him a sturdy look before hugging him quick. He and his son left.

Max's head was already acheing with the information that had been thrown at him, but he knew he would remember it. After Finnick, Max only had 3 other visitors. One, was his mom, and though it was sad and sweet, they kept the meeting brief, and neither talked much. This wasn't the time for talking. The other, was a boy and girl, his two best friends actually, who had come to make jokes and attempt to lighten his spirits. But when Max had made a joke, one you would expect from him, she instantly burst into tears and excused herself, muttering about how she already missed him, the boy following short after.

What a great way to start the games.

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Jay couldn't help it. Her hands were shaking, her heart was racing. Was this...was this excitement? She felt as though she should be disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. Katniss had told her children tales of the Great Train to the capitol...it's gleaming glass windows, the shimmering chandeliers, the mahogany tables. Effie had always been proud of that deep red wood, since 12's train to the capitol was the only one to have some left. It had died out many, many years ago but a small pocket of people in the capitol had engineered enough of the tree's DNA to farm it again, and although it was rare, money could buy it. Katniss had told Jay about the food. Oh the food! The stews, the casserole's, the bread rolls. The whole journey, though ultimately one to her death, was one that Jay had dreamed about. It sure lived up to expectations.

As Feather led Jay and Zac onto the train and into the lounge car, Jay marveled at the appearance. Fancy. The seats were even comfier than the ones Katniss had described. But, as Jay settled down and watched the train pull away from the station, even the downy feathers that stuffed the cushions couldn't distract Jay from the true situation. Sure enough, just as Effie was rumoured to, Feather sat opposite and prattled on about how great the train was, the Capitol and the supporting team that they'd be meeting 'oh so soon!' Jay simply reached over to her brother, next to her, and held his hand. She refused to look at him, since she knew that chances are, only one of them would be taking the return trip home. Jay locked her fingers with Zac's, his strength resonating in just his hand. He was just like their father...

Eventually, the door to the bar car puffed open, hissing a protest as it's commander leaned in the frame. Feather suddenly looked flustered and stood up, adjusting her breasts in her tight fitting dress and blushing even under those golden tattoos. "Jay, Zachary, meet your mentor...Haymitch Abernathy." He was still alive?! Jay couldn't help but sound her surprise. He was their parent's mentor and everyone had lost contact with him, believed him dead. Probably killed by the Capitol for his idiotic behaviour. Though, in truth, he was simply trying to bury his Hunger Games. Jay felt a flash of optimism run through her veins and warm her heart. He had helped them win before. But this time...something was strange. Haymitch approached the table, but there was no swearing. No slurring. And, he walked in a straight line. He was sobre! "Haymitch?" Jay questioned, standing up out of respect. Feather beamed a smile, her cheeks looking ever pinker, "Haymitch has been in rehab!" she burst out, clapping her hands with glee. Someone's got a tiny bit of a crush...Jay rolled her eyes. "It seems to have worked," she stated, arching a slim eyebrow. "You don't seem like the same man..."

Jay held her hand out. "Jay Mellark," she stated, smiling .... somewhat warmly. "Take it in darlin', i'm no capitol big-wig. You two sprats better just tell me you're like your parents."

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Jay held her hand out. "Jay Mellark," she stated, smiling .... somewhat warmly. "Take it in darlin', i'm no capitol big-wig. You two sprats better just tell me you're like your parents."

Zac sat and tried to enjoy the ride. "I'm Zac." zac said not even bothering to stand or anything. "I assure you. I'm nothing like my parents." zac said beginning to get a little angry. He readjusted his shirt. he could never get comfortable in anything except his wrestling shorts and tight wrestling shirt. plus the anxiety wasn't helping.

"Well let's hope ya' got their spirit, else yer' both gana be spirits." Haymitch said sitting down. he seemed to look over at a bottle of wine but he shook himself from it.

Zac sighed, where was bickering with his mentor going to get him. Zac hated being compared to his parents. All his life he had always heard chatter about how he's like his parents. Not how great he is, how great they are. As if his achievements are theirs.

"I'ma tell ya's what I told yer parents. Look good and impress tha' sponsors. they're yer life line. They can help decide yer' life 'er death." Haymitch said crossing his legs in the seat.

zac sighed. he had heard the entire story. what were they to do? Act like they were in love like their parents to make the crowd love them? No. That wouldn't work. But what? zac asked himself

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The Black Sheep


Jack tilted his head, allowing his neck to stretch out and snap in various locations. Lilith cringed at the sound, before clearing her throat. She let up his perfectly manicured hand, and pointed towards the door.

“Now, remember what I said? Hold yourself like a champion. Jack…” she said looking at the boy.

“You are fine. You are the natural golden boy. However, Alexi, you better start acting the part. Hold your head up high, smile a little, and maybe you’ll gain some fans.” Lilith ended her little speech with a wink. The young girl stared at the woman, knowing that she was right. After all, she had witnessed many Hunger games. The careers acted all high and mighty on television, which gave them an advantage. When the other contenders acted shy, mink, or ‘small’, they had a harder time getting help. ’While, here goes nothing’ Alexi let out a soft sigh, before she lifted her head up. In order to win everyone’s hearts, she had to act the part. Jack looked at the girl and whistled.

“I like a girl with confidence” he said as he leaned closer. Alexi glared at him with her icy blue eyes, before turning back to Lilith. The guide nodded her head, and pushed the door open. It did not surprise the pair that a crowd was waiting outside for them. The people cheered at the top of their lungs. However, this time there were hushed cheers for Alexi. The crowd stared at the girl who held her head up high. She had nothing to say, but a lot of her shoulders. The girl had to become a young woman.

The trio walked towards the same vehicle that took them to the town square. They group climbed into the car, and soon they were on their way. Lilith started to compliment the pair on how they held themselves. She even made it a point to say that Alexi had managed to develop a small fan base. They were probably so shocked by her volunteering, that they started a pity party for her.

It did not take long for the trip to arrive at the station. The scene there was no different from when they had left the town hall, however they did not have time to stop and look at the groupies.

“Now…come along children. Come along.” Lilith led the pair onto the train and into a simple cart. The interior was nothing special, but then again, their district was pretty well off. Alexi glanced around the cart, which held several tables and chairs. There were various couches of different shapes and sizes located throughout their surroundings. Jack was the first to make his way into the room, but he stopped in his tracks once he realized that the threesome was not alone.

“Stand up straight! Hold your head up high. I will make a winner out of…well…one of you!” The older female stood up from the couch that she was sitting on. Her long jet black hair complimented her fairly pale skin. A scar ran down her check and stopped at the base of her neck. She wore a simple black dress and black pumps that elongated her legs. The dress hugged her curves, and even showed off her muscles in a very attractive way. Jack grinned at the woman before walking towards her.

“So, are you our coach? A woman in a black dress and heels will train me how to be a killer?” As Jack let out a roaring laugh, the woman reached out to stroke his cheek. Jack let the soft hand caress his smooth skin. Unfortunately, that was not the best idea. It only took a matter of seconds for Jack to be laying face down the table, with a knife to his throat. Lilith let out a gasp, before shouting at the young male. Alexi stared in disbelief. This ‘beast’ was her coach? The woman pulled herself up and smiled.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Jackie Littleford and I will make you into blood throaty monsters.”

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Okay bandgeek has been removed.

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Alright then. Have to had skipped bandgeek's post.
Next time we have to skip their post, they will be chucked.

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Bandgeek, you're up :3

Nice posts guys! Let's keep 'em comin!

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Tension c'mon...I really hope I don't have to sit here and post 'your turn' 'your turn' 'your turn'.
Read the posting order.
Guys if someone isn't posting feel free to badger them, we all want to get this going.

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Alright, lets have a go as we are.
Sterohearts, you're up.

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I'm contemplating starting now.
But I really, really want the other spots to be filled up first. Help?

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Thanks. Are we going to wait for the other spots to be filled up then?

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Alright Stereo. You're back in but please keep an eye on OOC.

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Okay, I understand why it was removed. I do not check OOC often, so I figured that once the district 2 tribute posted, then I could post. I am still interested in the roleplay, it was just me over looking a message.

If you want to remove my character, well, I cannot do anything about it.

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Right then lets see;
xxxtensionxxx
DA_SHADOW_PHOENIX
bandgeek
are the only ones staying.

Being removed are;
stereohearts,
missbrightside
Mai
and Mirror.

SO! SPOTS AWAITING TO BE FILLED ARE

District 2;
Male Tribute

District 13;
Male Tribute
Female Tribute

If you know anyone who is a dedicated RPer who would like to be involved, then point them in the right direction! We are waiting :P

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There's a posting order. We can't post.

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Aww good to hear guys! Thanks for the support! People still have a while yet, but yeh Bandgeek, I try to post a lot of updates here for everyone to keep watch of the progress :)

Love your siggy!

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I wasn't checking OOC regularly, just checking my roleplays since I expected someone to post sometime soon. >.< I still wanted to be a part of this...

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I still want to be here!

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Right. Easy solution.
If you still want to be a part of this roleplay, and not just wanted to make a character and have done with it. Speak now or forever hold your peace.

You have until 9.30pm 8/3/2013 GMT+0 to post here that you still want to be a part. If not, you will be removed from the roleplay and we will seek new, dedicated roleplayers.

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I messaged MissBrightSide to say she can now post but clearly, some of those who said they were interested, aren't.

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No ones posting :/