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| 17 Oct 2011 04:50 PM |
| You are walking into the town on the day of the reaping. You hear your name being called. Nobody volunteers to take your place. Before you know it you are in the arena standing on your plate. The gong sounds. |
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| 17 Oct 2011 04:58 PM |
| I sit around wondering whats going on. |
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| 17 Oct 2011 05:32 PM |
| Wheres the character sheet?Rules?You forgot to add a lot... |
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| 17 Oct 2011 06:17 PM |
| I dont know the only rules here are the forum rules and the rules of the hunger games. |
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| 17 Oct 2011 06:17 PM |
| What about the character sheet? |
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| 17 Oct 2011 06:25 PM |
(Bah, Fawk character sheets.)
Chase I wake in my small wood and cement home, the light of the sun disturbing my sleep.
I stand, already dressed, and walk over to the table. Half asleep, I don't think of saving any food for tomarrow. I just grab as much as fits my hunger.
I grab my short axe and walk outside. Almost immidiately I notice the groups of weel-dressed people in the square, and remember what day it is.
I'm no longer half-asleep.
I quickly close the door, and hold it shut. Maybe if I hide here, wait until tomarrow, I'll be safe. Last year my name was called and my brother, the only one left in my family, took my place. He died before the games began. A malfunction in the mines.
I couldn't possibly go outside, in fear of being taken away and never comming back.
I keep my back against the door, not even daring to face in the direction of the reaping, and sit.
What am I thinking? I'm one kid out of hundreds. And I was already called once, what are the odds of being called again? Whatever they are, they're definitely in my favor.
I walk outside, feeling much better. I slip my way into the crowd, unnoticed, and stand waiting for a name to be called.
They must have already, because the eyes of the man atop the stage search through the crowd.
Then, everyone looks at me. |
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| 17 Oct 2011 06:37 PM |
I don't remember what happens next very well. Sometimes I'll get bits and pieces of it in dreams, but then they slip out of my grasp, forgotten again.
The next thing I know for sure is that I'm standing on the stage, staring down at everyone.
The man on the stage with me, John, puts his arm around my shoulder, a guesture that seems to be more of keeping me in place than of reasurance, and announces into the microphone "Can we get some applause for the District 9 tributes of the 99th hunger games? Chase and Amber!"
Everyone claps, most of their enthusiasm comming from their children not getting chosen.
I do my best to show no emotion. I stand their, like a rock almost, just wishing I could die right now. |
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| 17 Oct 2011 06:40 PM |
| My mind is blank. I wish I were dead. My heart is thumping. Well, let the odds be ever in my favor. That's for sure. Stupid Capitol. Bye, District 12! D: |
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| 17 Oct 2011 06:43 PM |
Living in the woods, I have killed deer, rabbits, squirrels, but humans? How do I, Twilight, get picked?! Well, off to the train. I drift off to sleep. (I'll pot again Tommorow, bye!) |
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| 18 Oct 2011 09:39 AM |
| (I thought this story was Canon?) |
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| 18 Oct 2011 02:52 PM |
| (Part of the original story. District 12 was destroyed.) |
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| 18 Oct 2011 04:57 PM |
| well i know dat but i haven't read mockingjay but i laik district 12 so :P |
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