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Com Exburna

"Hello! I'm, uh, Com Exburna, not anybody special. I'm, uh, from District 5, and I'm 16 male, almost 17. I have, a, a vast intellect, and, I'm pretty good and making things, and, breaking them..."

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a character in “The 89th Hunger Games”, as played by Lloyd999


Oh, so this is like, a private interview. So, are you sure nobody's going to see or hear this at all. This isn't a blatant lie? Alright, I believe you mate, you sound legit. Even though I have no idea why you would do an interview of me anyway if it's, um, private, as you say.

Alright, amazing somebody actually cares about who I am. So, let me, introduce myself. It's, kind of funny, really, 'cause, I never really get to, introduce myself often. I mean, nobody cares about the little id- nevermind, let's just, go on. Just, forget about, all that I said earlier. Now.
So, my name is, Com. Or Exburna. Exburna's my, um, last name, you know, like, your family na- of course you know. So, saying it together, it's Com Exburna. I have no idea if it means anything, actually, I'm pretty sure it doesn't, but it's my name. I am, well, only sixteen years old, believe it or not. Well, almost seventeen. Now, you may be asking yourself, "Com, you don't look sixteen at all, you look more like a...", I don't know, "some kind of adult, like, in his twenties." Now, mate, I can understand that completely. Now, I believe that's because I'm very tall, as you can see here, about as tall as you, really, almost towering above! I'm like, at the same height as the basketball players at my school, in some cases, even taller. Can you believe it? I believe it's genetics, or just maybe some kind of natural chemical.

Oh, and I'm from the power district, District three. It's quite beautiful, really. I just love all the science that is used in absolutely anything, pretty much all over Panem, including the bloomin' Capitol!. Oh yeah, back to the topic at hand, here. This is about me, right?
Advantages. Mate, I'd rather, not, speak of it. Um, well, I suppose I have watched all the Hunger Games, then again, people are sort of forced to watch it anyway, so... I watch it with some of my mates. So, I'm really good at, looking for the traps the games might pull. I mean, they are so predictable. Avoiding them? Cards on the table, that might be tricky. Well, that's kind of the point. Now, no I'm not as observant as other people at finding people in general, like, somebody who wants to tear me structurally and subliminally apart. And, I've watched a lot of action movies with my mate Rick, who just loves action and adventure, danger, that sort of thing, and, um, I might know something about using swords. In fact, because my mate Rick's always wanted to get out of boring district life and into danger, he often, well, brings me down with him, so to say. One of the things he likes to do, which is pretty childish really, is pretend sword fighting, with whatever we can find, such as, like, sticks, broom sticks, whatever, and, I'm actually quite good at it, but, of course I'm not an actual sword fighter. Though, my weapon of choice would have to be a sword. A gun, would be, frightening really, like, honestly. Also, my mate Rick's mum, she's like, a doctor or something like that, and I've sort of learned a lot of things from her, considering I spend so much time at my mate Rick's house so much, and I'm sorta interested in that kind of stuff. Now, in the event that somebody was injured, really, that. Well, let's just put it at, I'm not exactly an expert, but really, who's going to know. This is private, right?

Oh, you were looking at these glasses I'm wearing? Oh yeah, these are like, great, I love these glasses. Bought them me self, simply because, well, normal glasses just seem to break so easily whenever my face happens to hit concrete. I mean, these lenses are like, some special kind of shatter proof glass. I mean, they are thin, but these things to not break. And, cheap glue isn't what's holding the lenses in, so, don't have to worry too much about having to fix them. Though, if I do, it's quite easy. And check this out, on the side here, it has my name! And, on the other side, it says something, I think it's in Latin. Veridis Quo. Not too sure what that means, but I guess it's some kind of cool phrase. Something about Truth I think. Yeah, needless to say, I love these glasses.
Oh, a little biography. I'd be glad to mate, though it's not much.

Let's see here. I was born. Um, my father is, some kind of business man, an inventor I think. Died of some kind of poisoning, tragic science stuff like that. But, they put his mind in a computer, so I guess he can't be, all dead. My mother, she was a model or something. She's retired now, and, now, she's got a lot of money. And, I don't talk with my mother a lot. She's often with her friends. And, she, uh... Well, forget about that. Me, oh, I have a pretty normal education. Not to brag, but, I'm skilled at many academic things, but not very good at much else. Anyway. Cards on the table, I'm a nerd, I wont deny that. But, I'm proud for that. Now, however, I'm still the smartest one in my school, but nobody seems to be that convinced. I mean, I do have my mate Rick that I can rely on, but he's about it. He's a really cool guy. Not as smart as I, of course, but, he was cool. He was interested in some of the same things I was interested in, I mean, video games were a common interest. Not to say he wasn't the type of guy to like sports. You know, I always thought he'd be able to win the Games, but he says I would. As if.

Oh, about me. Well, you could say I'm a nervous guy. Modest, maybe. But, I do have my pride. I mean, yes, I will have a certain amount of modesty, I mean, I'm willing to be nice to a point, but, there are those who push it. I'm friendly, yeah, I don't bite or anything. Just, plain ol' Com. I mean, I'm willing to be friendly with anybody, I am willing to try and help them out, as long as they can return the favor. It works especially well when we are working to the same goal, I mean, that's where everything will (or is supposed to) work out. People say I can't lie. To be honest, mate, it's just that it's hard to like, keep back your thoughts. I mean, you see something, you just, like, have to, just put it out there. My mate Rick says that I just pretty much say whatever is in my mind without thinking about it. To be honest, that's kind of true, really.

N-No, I'm not. I am not as incompetent as most people think. That is what annoys me. People think I'm, that word I don't like. I mean, sure I may screw up one, two, billion times, but they just. Okay, look mate, I am not a moron. I may look like it, but, I definitely am not. I will not accept being called it. Oh, wait, I see it now. You've interviewed almost everybody I know already, haven't you. Yeah, you're collecting information, like, like, like some kind of, some kind of a, a, an, a, an informant! And then, that's going to affect my points in the games, giving me, like, some kind of, bad score or something, and you'll tell everybody else that wants me dead, and. Wrong conclusions? No, I see it ALL now. You thought I wouldn't figure it out huh? Look, mate, tell all your little buddies this. I am NOT a MORON! THEY are the morons. B-because guess what. Everything I told you was a complete lie! Hah! Wait, no, not about the whole vast intelligence, and not being a- argh! Look, I lied to you about all my weaknesses, and, I am, actually a, a, a killing machine! Yeah, that's it, I don't need anybody to help me. You think I'm just randomly big, but weak, no, of course not! Over with the Capitol I, the clever-clank from District Three, am way above you all. I can figure out anything. My head has infinite intelligence from here to the bloody moon!

So begins...

Com Exburna's Story


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(Done -kind of- just need to have Com's side of the story so I know his reaction to being drawn and whether or not he was drawn or volunteered or what)

Images Esther stepped forward in line she gripped Mark's hand reliably. He squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. She trusted him, even though she might have taken care of the family better than her older brother had. Her family constisted of five children and no parents, yet they acted as though their father was still alive and so only the siblings knew the truth. This is the only way they prevented from being sent to the Capitol in the orphan-train and most likely being separated. Mark took the father's place and Esther had to hack into the Capitol's computers and changed it so Mark was dead and switched Mark and her father's DNA samplings, meaning Mark could not be drawn or volunteer for the reaping. I am the third eldest. My brother, Mark, is the oldest, then comes Lucy, Me, Lance and Sherry. We've come to an agreement that if any of us get picked that we do not volunteer. Otherwise, we'd probably have a chain of volunteers. It's just better this way. Anyway, as the peacekeeper grabs my hand and pricks it, I squeeze Mark's hand harder and then let go. The peacekeeper tells me to put my finger in a box on the paper with my name on it but I miss it by an inch and get a splinter from the table. The peace keeper asks for my other hand, pricks it, and guides it down to the paper. I think he has sympathy for me, but who knows?

"Yes Esther?"
"Tell Lucy and Lance and Sherry to remember the rule."
"Esther, there's no possible way any of us could be pi-"
"Mark, do you KNOW how many times we've applied for tesserae?!?!? Of course there's a chance!"
"Look, Esther. Calm dow-"
"Like I can look." I roll my eyes and hug tighter to him. Though we often fight in words, all of our siblings have a strong bond. Sherry walks up to me. She's just turned twelve and this is her first reaping that she's actually legible for. She's dressed in Lucy's first reaping dress, that a few years ago was mine. All of our reaping clothes are passed down and the new ones are either bought in our version of the Hob or are taken down from the box in the closet of Mom and Dad's stuff. Most of it, anyway. Our little cluster of children is herded to the two areas, small kids and bigger kids. I go in with the smaller kids because I'm, well, smaller. The announcer for our district, Dandy Drake, steps up to the podium. He's known as the cruelest representative-guy there is.

"Happy Hunger Games!" says the announcer. "And may the odds be ever in your favor! My, what an honor it is to be here!" He walks to the glass ball full of names. "Let's change it up this year. Let's have men first, eh?" He reaches in and pulls out a small slip of paper. "This year's male tribute," He says, opening up the slip, "Com Exburna!" Com gets pushed forward by a classmate. He looks startled and glances around, like he wasn't just chosen to get killed by some other kids. As he starts to walk forward he chuckles a bit.... then he starts to laugh. He seems like a maniac, walking up there, his glasses about to fall off with the force of laughter. Then this guy, Morris, sticks his foot out. Com trips and falls flat on his face, and the whole crowd erupts with laughter. He walks by me and I try to seem strong, but then Lance points out that he's holding his nose like it's bleeding.
"Isn't he teased for being.... a moron or something?"
Lance seems tense, but he replies that he does. Then Sherry explains how he looks.
"Any volunteers?" says Dandy Drake. No one steps up. "Well, then." He reaches into the female ball and pulls out another small paper, identical to the last and creased in the middle. Drake opens it up. "This year's female tribute is... Esther Kitstone." He repeats it. "Esther Kitstone?" I let go of Sherry and Lance's sweaty hands and my little clump of siblings, separated in two according to age, unitedly step protectively forward but are bound by their word. I trip on my way up the stairs to the stage and Dandy steps forward. "Are you Esther?"
"Yes." I answer timidly, the tears already rolling down my cheeks. I let them. They make me seem weak, giving me a larger advantage. Dandy grabs me by the hand and helps me up. Why is everyone being so nice to me today? Was the drawing of my name... arranged? Did I do something wrong? Drake makes Com and I shake hands. Com is a tall fellow, not much older then I, yet about as scrawny. At school he's often teased for being nerdy, lie I. We shake hands and he squeezes it a bit to reassure me of something. I squeeze back. Drake turns to face the audience.
"Seems as if we have a blind contestant this year, as well as a half-blind one! Wonder how this will turn out? Anywho, Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"


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You're joking, you are joking. Did I just hear what I though I heard?

It can't be, it's just a nightmare. The next thing that happens is the stage turns into a portal and everybody turns into a corrupted worm-zombie, and then I go into the portal and my eyes are burned off, then I wakes up and hit my head against his mother's and get yelled at, not before passing out again and having a nightmare about being naked all day.

Okay, first, I better not get ahead of myself. Alright, um, where to start. Um, how about like, as we were getting there. Alright, so, me and my mate Rick were walking to the, um, Reaping, right? Yeah, I was sleeping over at his house again. Anyway, so as we were walking there, my mate Rick's talking about some girl he met the other day. Turns out she's into cake or something. I wasn't really listening to him, or I was, I just wasn't really into girls. I-I mean of course I was into girls, but as in, I'm not really that good at talking with girls, because, they say I'm either a geek or a, well, a moron.

So, anyway. Then, my mate Rick asks me this, "Hey, man, you think one of us will get chosen today?" He asked. "Well," I told him, "I guess, it's actually, quite possible. However, however, um, We have about as much of a chance as anyone, at about our age, in some cases even better-" "Actually, I kinda got my name entered in a couple more times," "You're joking aren't you? W-w-why would you do that mate, that's just, it's just mad! Suicide!" "Calm down X-Burner," his, um, nickname for me, based off my last name, "I aint gunna get chosen in a million years, and if I did, that'd be sweet. I could be, like, right in the battlefield, duking it out with some tribute in like, a sword fight or something, and then I'd pull out my whip and trip 'em, and then I'd get my grenade, run, and like, throw it at him, and then I'd like jump off the side of a canyon with the explosion propellin' me to the other side, and it'd be aaawe-some. Chicks would totally dig that, and speakin' of chicks in the battlefield, makes me wonder if it's possible to get laid." "Mate, there's cameras everywhere. That'd be kind of, um, disgraceful possibly. I mean, everybody's gotta, um, watch that. Even if they switched the cameras off you, you could like, I don't know."

"So, what kind of weapon would 'ya get? I'd just get everythin', except for maybe like arrows or somethin', arrows are for girls who can't fight like a man." "Well, to be honest, mate, I don't know. I'd probably just come up with somethin', like, invent my own kind of weapon. Actually, that'd actually be a good idea. Though, I think an Invisibility Cloak of some kind, would be, well, um, terrific, really," "Dude, I don't care what everybody else thinks of you, I mean, even with me bein' 'round you, your like, a genius, in a way." "Yeah, guess so, wish your mates would understand that," "Ah, those guys, they're a buncha pansies. They say the Games don't scare 'em, but all of 'em are too scared to work at some D5 Nucular Power Plant. " "Mate, it's pronounced Nuclear," "Whatevah, either way, even though they're all about as good as me at basketball, they aint got the brains you got. Man, I'd enter the Games just to get a better report card mark." "Can we, um, not talk about the Games. They always make me, like, nervous. I mean, either of us could get picked easily."

"Man," he said, "If you were to get chosen, I'll volunteer for 'ya, that's a promise." I knew his parents would never allow it, but, really, I thought he was serious. Well, um, that's sort of spoilers to what's coming up.

Anyway, I don't really think, I, um, should give any more details. I mean, I had sort of a weird, um, morning earlier, but, that's got nothing to do with, the, um, the main story. Well, anyway, so the usual events happened and, well. Anyway, about earlier. I heard, like, my name being called, first. I mean, aren't like, the girls supposed to go first or something? Maybe the whole 'ladies first' is like, overrated, like, is a very old little, um, tradition. Being used for hundreds of years and all. But, but, point was, and listen to this, 'cause this is like the worst part. You would have never seen it coming, I mean, could you even believe what was coming next? Could you believe, that it was my name that was drawn. Serious, honestly. Well, really, if um, if I wasn't chosen, I suppose I wouldn't be telling this little story about my point of view in this whole, um, my story. Though, if you didn't know that, then, this is a story about, okay, you know what, you already should know this. And, um, if you don't, then, you're probably going to have to miss some of the story, to um, go ask somebody else about what this story is about, and what you missed, well, what's gone is gone, so, too bad, because, I'm not stopping or going back, nope, just going to keep on telling, for, I don't really have much else to do.

Anyway, so there I was, in a living bloody nightmare, and I don't man literally. No, it was true. "Com Exburna" was called. Though it sounded more like "Come on burnable!" It was said so quickly and casually, it was just, awful, like, horrible! Hey, maybe I could have, well, passed it off on somebody else, but then, some jerk from my school pushed me into the view. This was horrible, the cruelest joke ever, like, like pushing a person off a clift that fell into a toxic waste plant, and you have to live off moldy bread and kill things if you want to swim right out. Okay, something like that, I got a little carried away.

I looked around at everybody. District Three was such a beautiful district to me, and I couldn't believe I didn't notice it 'till then. Perhaps situations like this caused one to try and find ways to, um, distract themselves. I chuckled nervously as the hundreds of eyes looked at me. I laughed nervously, and started to move down the lane. I couldn't take in the whole shock all at once, so really, I didn't. I was just, kinda, barely phased by it, because, I couldn't register that the whole thing was happening at once. I couldn't take all the shock at once, so, I really didn't. Though, um, later on, that shock did start to register, but I really need to, um, stay in one spot for the story. However, for some reason, I was so nervous, it being, well, the very first time I've gotten that kind of attention, that the chuckle turned into an actual laugh. I continued to laugh, even harder. I was as nervous as, well, something that is very, well, nervous, like, like me, but I was laughing as if I saw that a Capitol person couldn't spell Assassination. I had no idea though, I probably looked mentally insane. But then, as I was, laughing, I couldn't really pay attention when some moron decided to stick his leg out for fun.

I could hear the chuckles and laughs of pretty much the majority of everybody in the whole bloody crowd, even the adults. I mean come on, what is bloody wrong with them!? My face just hit pavement and they are laughing at my pain, just, just, just when I had become chosen to become, to become a tribute, for the whole bloody district?! Where I'm being sent to represent our district, and I'm going to bloody die, they, they laugh at me like this?! I could hear the guy who tripped me mumble, "Moron," Okay, now that really ticked me off. I wanted to, to, I couldn't even possibly describe. But, however, I couldn't. One was that, well, I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do to him, I couldn't think of anything, well, horrible enough, but the other being I would be arrested for that, and that, that is not what I want to do, like, being arrested.

So there I was, on the ground. I reached for my glasses, which they were, because they were, um, shatterproof. Standing up, putting them on my face, adjusting them, I walked to the center lane, holding my nose hoping it wasn't bleeding. I decided that if I looked brave, the blood, whether it existed or not, would make me look cool, somehow.. It works in the movies. That'd be awful, seriously. As I walked passed my mate Rick, I glanced at him. Why wasn't he volunteering as he promised. He looked at me, but then, for some weird reason, kept making nervous glances at his parents. So much for a bloody promise!