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| 01 Dec 2014 02:21 PM |
I took one last glance at my stylist before they called for all tributes to be in the tubes. All I could see was darkness until I saw the arena. It was much like district 11. The only thing left was for me, Thresh to win. Only 30 seconds on the clock.... 20.... 10.... 5.... 1.... 0! DING!DING!DING! I sprinted toward the center of the cornicopia and picked up a backpack and ran again. Then a golden tipped scepter cought my eye. I ran forward to pick it up then I felt something tackle me. I turned and saw the boy from district 6 was trying to kill me with his knife. HELL NAW! I thought. I slashed my scepter until the boy was nothing but limbs. BOOM! A cannon screeched. First kill? I thought. I ran for my life but then I saw Rue. she was being attacked by District 7 female. I ran towards Rue and slashed off the girl's head saving Rue's live. "Good luck" I told Rue and I sprinted off to the Wheat field hearing the Careers shouting behind me. Im safe for now I thought.
-------------This is Threshes point of view but Im still using first person-------------- |
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| 01 Dec 2014 03:33 PM |
| This is good and I realize that it's a fake story but Cato killed the district 6 male. His name was Jason. C: |
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| 01 Dec 2014 09:01 PM |
| omfg ky name is ghaiehgh gurgsr eifht fditr! itd russian kkkk??????????? anf i am kewl i strong i fast i smart i win bcuz im soo kewl so i won the hangur geems in feevee secunds #yolo #swag #selfie |
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| 01 Dec 2014 09:02 PM |
You placed your hands, sticky from the stagnant humidity in the air, on your knees, staring down at your boots. The heat of the midday sun and the heavy moisture in the air was, to put it frankly, downright annoying. [e/c] eyes flickered upright at the sound of your name. Of course, it had to be him that you were paired with, the contrarian to everyone's popular, and correct, beliefs to not test your patience. "That's all you've got, [name]?" Instantaneously, some sort of transformation was upon you, ridding you of your exhaustion, and sending red-hot anger-fueled energy coursing through your veins. "I swear, Kirschtein, one more comment and I'll break your ankle once and for all." This threat shut the smug teenager right up, as the distant memory of your first meeting played in the back of his mind.
"Jean Kirschtein." The young man, tall and lanky, held out a calloused palm to you, which you grasped strongly, struggling to rise from the mesh of water clogged weeds, a tangle of some indigenous plant wrapped around your ankles. "Aren't you a little... Weak... For this?" He commented idly, helping you off the ground after a disastrous attempt at running on the trail, in full gear, along with a 10-pound weight strapped to your back. "What?!" Indignant. That was the most accurate word to describe your attitude as slitted eyes stared at him dangerously. "It's not that big of a deal, after all, you are a girl-" Thwack. "MOTHER F-"
The calloused pads of his fingers pressed against his temple. "Alright, no need to get violent... I swear, you've gotta be some sort of devil's spawn," he griped, glaring at you, annoyed. "Yeah, yeah- c'mon, fighting stance, Kirschtein!" Set ablaze with a new purpose, you were practically jumping with excitement as your feet took the familiar stance, your hands up. "You missed." The comment was dull and boring, when really, you were lucky to have been able to duck fast enough, avoiding the fist aimed to your shoulder. "Shut up!" A clean sweep of your leg brought your foot smashing against his thigh. He let out a groan, accompanied by a punch that flashed a millimeter from your head. "Watch it! Hit from the neck down, you dumb-" You realized far too late that the punch had been a feint, feeling his knee sink into your stomach. The breath left your body cleanly, and you fell to your knees, lungs constricting as you fought to take in the dust-clogged air. "Looks like I win... What are you doing?" The bronze haired young man froze, a smirk plastered across his face as you managed to maneuver your leg out, your foot crashing viciously into his ankles. Stumbling, he came crashing down on top of you. Now, in the midday heat, you were locked in a skirmish stemmed more from rivalry than training, as nails dug into flesh, each fighter struggling to come out on top. Teeth bared in a devilish smile of victory, you took a deep breath of dirtied air, having successfully pinned your opponent to the ground. "Looks like I win," you gloated, smirking rather rudely. Despite being used to residing on the losing side, you lacked empathy even now. You raised an eyebrow, as he began to raise his head towards yours. "I swear to god, Kirschtein, if you bite me, I'll-" The smirk was gone from your face, as his lips brushed against yours in a chaste kiss. You were immobile for a few moments as he met your frosty stare with impish golden eyes, his mouth curved upwards in a smug smile. "Hm. You're a terrible kisser." "You won't be saying that tomorrow... Meet me out back after dinner?" You raised an eyebrow, near mockingly as you assessed the dirt-covered young man who lay trapped underneath you. "I might just take you up on that, Kirschtein." |
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| 01 Dec 2014 11:48 PM |
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"I wanna RP as the holy trinity - Father, Son and Barrack Obama." -Timpookie |
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| 03 Dec 2014 01:56 PM |
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