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itwasntme4
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Hemp glanced up. "I'm Hemp," he replied. A huge grin was plastered on his face. Thinking that the girl might get the wrong idea and think that he wanted to go to the games, he quickly explained, "I'm not happy that I'm going to the games. But I realized that my oldest sibling is 8, so he can't take tesserae or go to the games for another 4 years, and if my family can survive for 4 years without tesserae, they must have found some other way to survive. So Cashmere, my baby sister, will either die before she can experience any pain or never have to experience the certainty that she and her family will be ripped apart...And, um, sorry, but I didn't catch your name either. What is it?"

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Waxlessly, 

[Insert person who is free of wax] 

February 7, 2011 at 10:18 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Koyama
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Wren blinked. Why was he spilling all this personal information to her? Someone could exploit him with it. Maybe even her. The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt, and she choked back, "I'm Wren. And I don't have siblings to worry about. I don't know about my parents, though. I work in repairs. I won't say anything about my, uh," she laughed slightly to herself, "abilities, but I'm sure the stupid trainers will willingly dispense it to you."

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Many time loops ago I asked you the following question... how many fingers am I holding up?  (*breaks down crying like the fangirl that I am*)

February 7, 2011 at 10:23 PM Flag Quote & Reply

itwasntme4
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Hemp looked up at her. Even she was taller than him. Everyone was. Oh well.

She didn't seem particularly trustful, but then again she shouldn't be. She'd be trying to win the games. Maybe he should tell her that he had given up already. But she might distrust that, too...Oh well. For lack of anything else to say, he continued telling her everything that came into his mind. 

"I have no abilites, other than I'm passingly agile and I learn at a decent speed. But I'm really, really weak, and my mind goes into this strange euphoric stage when I'm faced with too much stress. Instead of trying to fix the situation, I tell myself it's good. Like I'm doing now. But I know that I have no chance at winning the games, and my family knows that I'm going to my death. I just want to make them proud, be kind, not kill anyone and survive as long as possible. There may be some contradictions in there, but I'll deal with it somehow. Anyway, Wren, wanna be allies?" Then, without waiting for an answer, he continued as if talking to himself, "But I'd probably just drag you down, and that wouldn't be being kind or not killing anyone..." His face looked troubled for a moment, then cleared. He glanced up at her face once again, beamed and said "The Capitol can't get Linen!" and began humming a strange tune to himself. 

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Waxlessly, 

[Insert person who is free of wax] 

February 7, 2011 at 10:32 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Koyama
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Wren was shocked at that. Allies? Upon first meeting her? He really didn't seem too harmful. But he could easily be lying to her. She could just as easily have lied to him. But she didn't. Because they were from District Eight. They knew it was useless. So she knew it couldn't be a lie. She would hate to see him, or, for that matter, anyone, die. She could protect him. But he was right. He would drag her down. But something could happen in between... she stuck out her hand.

"Allies," she said firmly, something of a genuine smile creeping onto her face. "Until we decide otherwise or one of us dies."

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Many time loops ago I asked you the following question... how many fingers am I holding up?  (*breaks down crying like the fangirl that I am*)

February 7, 2011 at 10:41 PM Flag Quote & Reply

itwasntme4
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"Whoa!" Hemp cried, his whole face lighting up. "You mean it? Thanks! I've never really had time to make friends or anything like that before because I spent all my free time trying to earn extra cash to feed my family. Even though I'm going to my death, this just might be one of the best experiences of my life!" He took her hand and shook it. "Allies," he said, as if tasting the word. "Allies. Could we be friends, too?" Then once again, too impatient to sit still and wait for an answer, he began skipping joyfully about and repeating to himself, "They, can't, get Li-nen, I'll, have, lots and lots of food, They, can't, get Li-nen, I'll, have, lots and lots of food..."

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Waxlessly, 

[Insert person who is free of wax] 

February 7, 2011 at 10:48 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Koyama
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Wren bit back a smile. She thought it was cute. The boy was so close to his siblings... but that only made it all the more awful. She didn't want to think about it. Conveniently for her, the door slid open and two Capitol people walked in.

"Speaking of food," they said, motioning to a table with two plates with more food on them than Wren had barely seen in a day. Her eyes lit up. She hadn't realized it until now, but she was starving.

"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, before leaping over to a seat and ravenously eating it.

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Many time loops ago I asked you the following question... how many fingers am I holding up?  (*breaks down crying like the fangirl that I am*)

February 7, 2011 at 10:52 PM Flag Quote & Reply

itwasntme4
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Hemp couldn't move. His eyes were locked on the plate of food, and they were getting nearly as large as the plates were. 

"Wow..." he whispered in awe. "That...that plate...could feed my whole family for three days. Three days." He paused for a while, then asked, "Can I mail it back to them? There is no way I could eat all that. Especially knowing...knowing how little food they'll have. Now that there's no tesserae."

Hemp knew the answer the was no. He had, before he had seen the food, felt that the Capitol wasn't that bad. Sure, they had decided to hold the games, but that was because the people had rebelled. It hadn't been so bad before. But now, seeing all the money and resources the Capitol was lumping into this stupid ceremony and how it could be so much better used feeding his family or any other starving family, he decided that they were heartless, evil and everything else that he had ever heard of them. With the amount of food he could get here, he could feed his family for...3 days a meal, 9 days a day, about 15 days in Capitol...135 days. He could feed his family for 135 days with the food he got here. If they didn't let him mail it back...He curled his hands into fists. 

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Waxlessly, 

[Insert person who is free of wax] 

February 7, 2011 at 11:02 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Plutonian17
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A group of boys were standing huddled in the district square. Trailing behind them was Myren. His hair was matted and oiled with gel and his posture was sullen. Perhaps he should have offered the boys some sweets earlier and then maybe he would have been included in circle. He dismissed the thought that maybe it could be considered pathetic that he had to bribe his "friends." He was the mayer's son after all.

His eyes flickered to the podium when he heard Effie Trinket clear her throat. The chatter ceased abruptly. Effie proceeded to reach her hand into the crystal ball. She dramatically retrieved a slip of paper. After a pause and sweeping glance she read aloud, "Myron Song."

Myron let out a piercing shriek. "No," he cried desperately, "No, it can't be me!" Tears were streaming down his face. "Someone volunteer," he pleaded to the other boys, "I'll pay you." The boys just shook their heads.

Myron was flailing on the ground, "No, you can't take me! Dad! Dad help!" Two peacekeepers came and hoisted Myron onto his feet, dragging the shrieking boy away.


February 8, 2011 at 6:15 PM Flag Quote & Reply

The Admin
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Effie sighed, amused. Silly little children.

"Happy Hunger Games!" she beamed at the unenthusiastic crowd. "And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

With that, the two young children were swept onto the train as she headed to district ten.

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Effie frowned at the name on the paper she had just drawn out of the girls' reaping ball. She found it rather difficult to pronounce. People in these districts always spelled their childrens' names so oddly.

"Ro--" she began, then paused.

February 8, 2011 at 8:13 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Hachi
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After receiving several kisses from his mother and father and a (fake) hug from his nanny, Tom was off in the train. The train's interior was nothing extraordinary, just the same shiny lights and the comfy couches that Tom has seen in his entire life. However, since there were the same old couches, they would provide the same old bounce like the ones at home. His nanny was not here to scorn him around, so why not?

Starting with a small sprint, Tom leaped from the soles of his foot and landed into the couch flat on his face. The couch provided more warmth than he had imagined and seemed like the perfect trampoline. On his feet, he kept springing from the soft pillows to the ceiling, occasionally bumping his head. He was completely unaware of the servants and other passengers aboard gossiping about his childish behavior.

After five minutes, he felt the need to preoccupy himself. Tom grabbed a pillow and tossed it as he continued to rebound. All of a sudden, the pillow flew from his hands and was heading straight for the other tribute, Pike.

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February 8, 2011 at 8:24 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Koyama
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Rowena knew her name would be pronounced differently from Robin's, but with the silly Capitol accent, it was impossible to tell. She and Robin clasped their hands together as a last effort to stay together, but they almost were certain it would be one of them. They watched in fear as Effie leaned over and whispered into the mayor's ear. She tried to fight back tears, but she could feel one already rolling down her cheek. She didn't want to go. She refused to go. But one of them would have to. She knew it.

"Robin--" the woman began.

"I volunteer!" Rowena shouted, her voice echoing off the dirty building walls. She sniffled slightly and fiercely wiped her tears away as she walked silently up to the stage.

She felt so stupid. So unbelievably, utterly, pathetically stupid. The odds were stacked against her. It was almost certain death. What was she thinking? But Robin would feel awful if she took it back. She gave one apologetic glance at Robin, and marched up to the stage beside Effie, staring down the crowd. The Capitol was not going to make a fool of her.

Robin gave a small squeak, but said nothing.

She was the District Ten tribute.


"And our boy tribute is... Andry Luc!"

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Many time loops ago I asked you the following question... how many fingers am I holding up?  (*breaks down crying like the fangirl that I am*)

February 8, 2011 at 8:43 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Hachi
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Andry Luc went pale. What great luck I am having! Losing my peaceful life... and with a broken arm too... Next to him, Martia was shedding tears. He hugged her and rubbed her back as if everything would be okay. No one showed sympathy towards his injury and merely looked away when he pleaded for anyone to take his place. Martia continued to bawl before he pecked her on the cheek and promised to discuss their plans later when they give their final farewells. Trying to be a man and shrug off his shoulder pain, which he failed to do, he dashed off on the podium.

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February 8, 2011 at 9:01 PM Flag Quote & Reply

itwasntme4
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Pike sat sitting on a sofa, trying to ignore the incessant bouncing from her fellow tribute Tom and examining the carving of a pike. It was, despite what Karni had told her, extremely well carved. Either she must have been working on it for a while or she had magic in her fingers. While Pike was contemplating the likelyhood of the existance of magic, her finely honed senses felt a large projectile coming swiftly her way.

She instinctively rose, grabbed the projectile and returned it on the same trajectory and it had reached her on. In the same fluid motion she had drawn thin, lightweight dagger from her belt and had it held lightly by the pommel, ready to throw, in case the threat was a moving target and she had missed.

She glanced around and realized that the projectile had merely been a pillow and the "threat" had merely been Tom, her idiotic and childish district partner. Disgusted, she sat back down again and continued to (try to) ignore him, almost hoping that he would take up the game of baiting her she she would have an excuse to bash his head in.

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Waxlessly, 

[Insert person who is free of wax] 

February 8, 2011 at 10:03 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Hachi
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The pillow smashed Tom in the face as he toppled over the couch. It was quite clear to him that a certain someone does not like him. And that was alright with him... as long as he had someone to prank on. Squinting at the carving held in Pikea's hands, he noted that it seemed to have some value to her despite looking like junk to him. Carefully, Tom tiptoed to the side of the couch and concealed, he swiftly swiped at her sculpture. 

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February 9, 2011 at 7:18 PM Flag Quote & Reply

itwasntme4
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Pike had found herself quite unable to ignore Tom and return to her contemplation, and so she watched him out of the corner of her eye. No doubt he would try another prank.

He began to sneak up behind her. What was he trying to do...?

Then his hand snaked out, almost so quick that she couldn't see it, and made a swipe at her pike. It flew up out of her hand.

Pike let out a yell of rage, grabbed the carving out of the air and spun around, her hand made into a fist and heading straight at Tom's face. 

"You idiot," she growled as she stopped her hand a hair's breadth from his eyes. "Next time, I'm going to disregard the rules and bash your head in. Watch out."

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Waxlessly, 

[Insert person who is free of wax] 

February 9, 2011 at 7:26 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Hachi
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Tom's hands were covering his face until he realized Pike was not going to hit him. Crud, that carving really is a treasure to her, he pointed out to herself. Maybe I should leave her alone to let the witch waste time recounting her memories. The thought immediately triggered a malicious laugh and he moved into the next room in order to plan his next move. Scanning around the ostentatious room, he spotted a whoopie cushion, the kind he always put under the chairs' seats of parents' guests before the nanny removed them. The very occurence of finding such an item on a formal television show was strange, even to Tom, but he whisked it away in his pockets. Now to make her leave the sofa... 

Grabbing the nearest Avox, Tom ordered him to escort Pikea out of the room for a tour, which the Avox agreed and entered the next room. Attempting to actually look like he was doing something not suspicious, he lied one of the sofas nearby to take a fake nap.

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February 9, 2011 at 8:15 PM Flag Quote & Reply

itwasntme4
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Pike saw Tom look briefly intimidated, but he seemed to forget all about it. He laughed and wandered off into the next room.

Finally. Some peace. 

After a little while had passed, an avox came in trailed by Tom. The Avox tugged on her sleeve, clearly indicating that he wanted her to come with him. It seemed he wanted to take her on a tour. Pike tried to resist; Tom seemed like he was up to something. He looked way too laid back. But the Avox was insistant, and Pike was afraid that it was actually something urgent. She got up and followed the Avox out of the room.

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Waxlessly, 

[Insert person who is free of wax] 

February 9, 2011 at 8:38 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Hachi
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Twisting his body to make sure Pike was not around, Tom rolled off the couch and reached to the previously inhabited canapé. He ripped off one of the ornated cushion and hurled the whoopie cushie under it. Then, he placed the cushion so it matched its original position. Quickly, jumping on his couch, he rustled in to look like he was still asleep and then, actually fell asleep. He began dreaming about ice cream raining from clouds and was no longer conscience of him talking in his sleep.

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February 10, 2011 at 4:52 PM Flag Quote & Reply

LightsOut!
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"Cynthia Maliodeth!"

Cynthia had been sitting quietly in the very far corner of the girl's section along with the other miserable beings huddled there. Then, those two words pierced her mind, and wrapped her with a cloak of horror, fear, and terrible grief.

No.

"No... No! NO! NO!" Cynthia felt tears stream down her face and she was hardly unaware that everyone was looking at her. Her parent's faces and Dariem's caught her eye. She looked away so another wave of tears would not entrench her, because she was going to be forced away from them, into the Hunger Games.

A massive sound of boots on the dirty road alerted her to the prescence of Peackeepers. But she didn't care. She felt her knees buckle and she simply knelt there, now in an empty space because all the people around her had moved away. The Peacekeepers stiffly grabbed her arms and towed her up to the podium.

~

Effie pulled a slip of paper from the boy's reaping bowl. 

"Our boy tribute from District 11 is... Dariem Maliodeth!"

~

"What?!" Dariem's voice was hoarse with surprise. He had just watched his sister get reaped so she would be sent to her death! And now... he was reaped? 

This wasn't possible. Two siblings from... the same family...

He didn't dare to glance at his parents, but ran to the podium, and he and Cynthia were whisked away onto the train.

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February 10, 2011 at 5:06 PM Flag Quote & Reply

LightsOut!
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With the mockingjay pin safely tucked away in her little pouch she always carried, Melinda was sitting at the very back of the crowd for the Reaping.

She watched as Effie said something, and put her hand in the reaping bowl. 

"Melinda Sasaquaiya!"

What?!

An audible sigh of relief came from the crowd, and Melinda felt a surge of annoyance. They were so happy that she was chosen!

She was well known throughout District 12 as a petty thief. Of course no one cared about her.

At least I get food, and luxury goods....

That was all she thought about as she walked up beside Effie, her mind immersed in images of gold, silver, all types of food, jewels, silk...

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