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      That statement made it clear Andry hit a raw nerve. This is not looking good...., he thought anxiously.

      "Sorry," he apologized softly. "It's just that... you come out as fervent to me. I, on the contrary..."

      He let his down to ponder if he should really say what he is about to say before snapping back up.

      "...can't kill," Andry ended with a sad smile.

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February 20, 2011 at 5:28 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Rowena sighed.

"Neither can I," she said, picking at her fingers. "Not unless... not unless I have a reason."

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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 20, 2011 at 5:31 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Andry could sense Rowena's boredom quickly, but another thought shrouded his mind. Reasons? There should not be killing for any reason...for meat can always be replaced and murdering humans is... wrong. Inching back slowly from her, he continued.

"What kinds of reasons?" he gulped.

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February 20, 2011 at 6:17 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Rowena was beginning to get the feeling the boy was afraid of her, and she hated that. If he or anyone else died still thinking she was hostile towards them, she would never forgive herself. Or if she got killed first.

"Legitimate reasons," she began, hoping that would be a good start. "If someone severely and deliberately hurts myself or a friend of mine. Or if they just plain deserve it. All I'm saying is I can't be asked to kill a helpless, innocent person."

She paused and looked up at Andry. "Like 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 20, 2011 at 8:38 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Rowena's speech did not change Andry's view on killing, but now, he was sure that she wanted to win his trust. Or try to get along with him. Suddenly, he was aware of how short she is; Rowena's head was right under his chest... and thought about how vulnerable she would be. That is, until he remembered....

Martia and Andry were both resting under a tree on a hill. She rose, expecting him to rise too but he kept on dreaming. In turn, she kicked him to stop his loud snoring.

"I'm bored," Martia asked. "Do you wanna spar with me?"

"Are you sure?" he replied concerned. "Who fights girls for fun? I just don't want to hurt you---"

At once, there was a sudden force against his cheek that left a red mark. With her hand clenched, she glared angrily at him, who was clueless about what he had done wrong.

"Don't underestimate your rivals, dumbo," she warned dangerously. "We girls are not as weak as you think."

Rubbing his cheek, Andry replied, "It's not that. I would not want to hurt anyone, even if it is a guy... There should be a future where no one fights one another. Ever."

Martia sighed.

"You know that belief is going to kill you one day," she muttered.

The quote was coming to haunt him, Andry knew but what could he do. I can't change, he told himself as he shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

"Nice meeting you, Rowena Fledges," he saluted. "I'll be on my way."

Turning swiftly, he strolled away to his new room, but he could've sworn from the corner of his eye, he saw the mentors arrive.

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February 20, 2011 at 9:43 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Rowena pivoted swiftly to face the mentors, motioning to where Andry went.

"Um, he, ah... left," she said awkwardly.

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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 21, 2011 at 10:05 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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      One of the mentors, who was female, coughed loudly. Andry, hearing the noise, caught on and returned to the room. Ignoring Rowena, he shuffled his feet and raised a hand to shake. The mentors dismissed the gesture, but Andry tried not to get sensitive about it.

      "Hello, I'm---" Andry said before a mentor raised a hand to cut him off.

      "Yes, we know who you both are already," the female mentor said, showing a hint of a russian accent. "Rowena Fledges and An-dree Luck, right?"

      "Actually it's pronounced Ah-n-dreh Luke," he corrected.

      The mentor gave him a poisonous stare. Andry kept his mouth shut and tried not to flinch as she pinched his arm, feeling his muscles.

      "You two might have some potential compared to other districts," she continued. "You seem strong, but we can only test that in the arena."

      The male mentor glanced at Rowena and asked, "What about you?"

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February 26, 2011 at 10:39 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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"Well, you pronounced my name correctly," she started. She looked up at the mentors.

"If you've been told I"m good with ranged weapons, that's not one hundred percent true. I'm good with long weapons. Mostly just spears. Whoever said ranged was wrong. Bows and arrows and projectiles and whatnot are not my forte. And I suppose I'm physically in good shape; I'm fast, and I've experienced starvation. Anything else you need to know?"

"No, that will be enough for now," the woman said. "Now, we've got to discuss arena strategy."

Rowena bit her lip. She could rant all day about her strengths and weaknesses and abilities, but when it came down to talking about how to kill, she wasn't so sure about that. She still couldn't stand the thought of killing, even if it was for survival, even if the other person took action against her. They'd have to be a murdering, blood-lusting killer. A Career. Someone like Andry, who had suffered just as much as anyone from the Capitol? Who may very well have been in agreement with District 13's rebels, like her? She could never.

"Right," she said quietly, more like she was reassuring herself than affirming what the mentors said. "Arena strategy."

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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 26, 2011 at 8:46 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Dariem and Cynthia looked at each other for a long time as the train rumbled and rattled the windows.

Cynthia was at a great loss for words. How could this have happened?

The compartment door slid open, and two people, a man and a woman, walked in.

The woman immediately approached Cynthia, but seeing her torn clothes and ragged brown hair, abruptly stopped and stiffly turned to sit in a seat across from her.

"We are your mentors," the other mentor, a man with shocking red hair so bright it had to be fake and blue tattoos all over his arms. Dariem glanced at the man in contempt and looked at Cynthia, raising his eyebrows. She raised hers back in return.

Fancy idiots.

The woman took out two folders of papers and placed them on the table between her and the  two siblings. "Here is the information on the tributes." She gingerly slid them across the table.

Dariem took the folders and looked inside while Cynthia peered over his shoulder. "What does it say?" she asked curiously.

"You can't rea--" the woman began to say, then snapped her jaws shut with an audible click. She and the man exchanged glances.

Dariem read out the information slowly, and Cynthia nearly had a panic attack. All the other tributes all seemed to posess better abilities than she or Dariem. It seemed they had no chance of winning, or even surviving once the Games started.

Just then, the compartment door opened once again, and two Avoxes walked in, both carry great platters of food.

Cynthia turned pale, paler than she was so she looked like a Capitol woman with too much face powder on. So those were Avoxes. They were humans who had undergone some kind of surgery so they could never talk again, and they were used as slaves for the Capitol.

And it was then she saw the food.

It was steaming, giving off a rich smell of spices, meat, everything she never had before in her life.

As soon as the platters touched the table, Cynthia and Dariem snatched them up and began to stuff their faces, ignoring the utensils lying on the table. Very quickly, the plates were empty of all traces of food.

The woman raised her eyebrows. "Another plate for each of them," she said, waving a hand at the taller Avox.

After a succession of six plates, Cynthia and Dariem slumped back in their seats.

The male mentor sighed. "We need to work on your manners and make you presentable. You know," he added ominously, "The cameras are watching your every move, starting from now."

"Now," he continued, "We will tell you all the rules and what will happen before and in the Games. You will also need a plan."

~*~

Dariem still felt hopeless and angry at the Games, but he was beginning to feel a little more cheerful, most likely because of the food. Sure, the Games were close, but they would get the best treatment ever, and that would currently be enough.

He looked at Cynthia, and made a promise.

When the Games start, I will do my best to protect her.


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March 5, 2011 at 12:21 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Disbo rolled over in the soft bed as the train came to a slow stop. It seemed that they had finally reached the Capitol. And, thankfully, it seemed that the medicine his mentor has given him had actually kept his mind where it was supposed to be. Of course, he couldn't know that; wherever he was at the time was what he thought was real. But at least his realities didn't jump. That at least brought some peace of mind, though the fact that he would soon be shoved into a deadly arena shattered it somewhat.

Disbo sighed and sat up, deciding to accept what was as it was since it might very well not be. The medicine kept him locked in one reality, but who knew which reality was right? Obviously this whole arena thing was a dream, he decided. He had to believe it. That could at least keep his conscience at bay while he was forced to take lives of people who in other conditions mgiht have been his friends.

And now, according to what he recalled from previous conversations, he and Simon(e) would be dressed up and paraded throughout the cheering and for some reason exuberant Capitol. They apparently liked seeing innocent children kill each other. Whatever. To each his own. Normally this thought would include a sub-clause specifying that this was only acceptable if it did not harm anyone else, but Disbo didn’t really feel that he was in a position to criticize the people of the Capitol. So, in a somewhat dazed manner, he rose and began to dress in preparation for the gigantic and horrible nightmare that awaited him.

 


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March 14, 2011 at 8:47 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Blitz had spent the entire train ride trying to not to make his starting at Vivi obvious. Arena strategy? Pffffft. All he had to do was whip anyone that tried to get between him and Vivi. He knew the train was pulling in to the Capitol. And his stylists would be sure that the two of them were established as an item. Surely, they would have the best costumes (he had spent an awful lot of time beforehand researching every last detail of what he would be doing) and they would match, showing themselves off to the Capitol and rubbing in the other tributes' faces. Ha. Skinny little wimps that came from those stupid other districts. They wouldn't stand a chance against him. Or the District Two pair, the boy with the attitude and the dark-haired girl with a suspicious look on her face. They would have to make an alliance and get rid of all the trash before they went against each other, Blitz thought. He hoped Day... Dave... Dei... whatever-his-name-was didn't get to close to Vivi, or he'd regret it. He wasn't worried about the District Four brat at all. Killing him would be easy and well worth it or anyone. Pike... she looked like she'd be useful.

But as long as they stayed away from Vivi, he would leave them alone until the end of the game. If he made them his allies.

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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*)

March 14, 2011 at 9:13 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Rowena glanced at Andry and sighed. She would hate to see him die. She would hate to die, herself. But there was no time to be thinking about that, she told herself. She rubbed her eyes and stepped off the platform, where she was immediately escorted elsewhere. Suddenly, there were several people all fussing about how grimy and messy she was. Yes, her hair was a mess, did she care? No. Did the Capitol? Apparently. It seemed to take forever. What was the use of dressing up their "tributes" if they were about to kill each other? It was awfully stupid.

"Hold still," one of them said, a woman with shockingly green hair. "You want to look good, don't you? It's for sponsors."

Sponsors? How could they be sponsored when they were locked in an arena?

"Sponsors?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah. If the people from here are impressed with you, they'll pay to send you gifts and whatnot in the arena."

Gifts! They got gifts in the arena. That was a relief. She could actually have outside help! Maybe it wasn't as impossible as she thought.

"But they're really expensive, and rare, so you want to get as many sponsors as possible. Too bad for you, Capitol citizens usually like those, um... Careers."

Rowena's heart sank and she stopped talking. She would just have to endure it all.

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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*)

March 15, 2011 at 9:27 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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  Reese laid her head on her folded arms. Recently, she awakened and dove straight for her "iPod," chiding to herself of all the formulated improvements that could be made. Then her shoulders drooped, knowing it is too late for that now. Instantly, she felt the train decelerating and observed the new surroundings out the window, putting her hands and forehead against it for a better look.

  A geek's utopia best fits Reese's opinion of the place. There were pointy skyscrapers that would reach to the sky, rotund domes filled with boisterous crowds, and other buildings with structures that could make an ancient architect cry. In other words, nothing like District 3. If there was something stranger than the architecture, it would be the inhabitants. Despite knowing it was rude, she could not stop gawking at nails the size of whole hand, costumes flaring scattered sparks, whiskers, and other bizarre, renovated body parts. The inhabitants of the Capitol were humans, she knew, but she felt better to believe that they were merely aliens.

 

  The Capitol stored all the luxuries of life to themselves; Reese clenched her fist at the thought. But what could she do? Even if she won, being the Capitol's number 1 political enemy would kill her. And who was that President again? White? Rain? Reese shrugged and abandoned figuring out his name. Her stomach continued to screech as she was rubbing her stomach to relief the pain.

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Pike sighed in relief as she woke to their last day on the train. Why did they have to be brought in by train anyway? They could just be flown in. Much quicker and more comfortable, along with the benefit of cutting down time with their district partner.

She had found it almost impossible to avoid Tom during the ride. They had tried to discuss arena strategy and learn the basic tactics that would make sense in the arena, but every time something important came up a certain endearing someone pulled another prank. At least once they got to the Capitol she wouldn’t have to stick with him anymore (hopefully). They would get cleaned up, paraded, trained and then tossed into a harsh environment for as long as it took to kill 23 people off. And that would be the end of it.

At their last (thankfully) breakfast onboard the train, the female mentor mentioned the parade in passing. Curious, Pike inquired further.

“The parade is basically an event to let the Capitol get to know you. You dress up in costumes, try to look as attractive and capable as possible to potential sponsors, wave to crowds, and hope for the best. Sponsors will be watching the parades closely. Many are planning on choosing their support candidate right then and there. You’ll ride through on a chariot with your district partner, and special Capitol-chosen stylists will design your outfits.”

Pike had been nodding throughout the explanation, seeing the logic behind it. And then she heard the last sentence. And choked on her zillion dollar frittata (it’s a real (extremely expensive) breakfast food. Look it up).

“Wait…with our district partners???? You can’t be serious! I’ll have to depend on that thing for my success in the arena? They don’t even let us split up to win sponsors?!?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Pike sat back and groaned. Escape wasn’t as close as she had thought.

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March 16, 2011 at 8:10 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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While gorging down his buttered croissant, Tom partially listened to his mentors with slight interest in the parade, paying no heed to Pike’s previous comment.

“Isn’t it kind of boring to just wave and ride a chariot around the stadium?” he cut in while chewing boorishly. “The spectators would be much more interesting if there’s a little act.”

“But what can you do?” the male mentor shrugged. “You can’t really move around much.”

Tom thought hard about it; he needed a way to earn all the sponsors while making Pike look like a pathetic loser. Then, a machination flowed into his mind, curling his lips.

“There’s singing,” Tom proposed. “We could perform a song to represent how awesome we are. Well, actually Pike is not awesome, but she can try to be convincing.”

The two mentors glanced at each other in worry.

“I do not recall any rule saying that tributes can’t--” the male mentor responded sheepishly.

“District 4 will be a laughing stock if they sing!” the female interjected. “Especially if a particular someone flubs!”

“I won’t screw up,” Tom said immediately, wiping morsels off his mouth and trying to convince them with a deadpan face. “I am actually serious about earning sponsors.”

After hearing Tom being “serious," silence ensued for a few seconds before laughter bursted forth.

"Well,” the female continued, still shaking. “We'll ask those stylists for approval. However, I am seriously doubting your singing capabilities.”

“I do a decent job, actually,” Tom snapped and turned to Pike, jeeringly. “Pike may be a problem though.”

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Pike just laughed at him. "I can't possibly do worse than you,if we do end up singing," she smirked. "But honestly. What song could you possibly sing that doesn't either make you choke on the words or make you look like the greedy, stupid, pathetic little five-year-old you are? This song idea is just plain madness."

The man glanced at her somewhat apologetically, then said, "It would draw attention to District Four, and that's something we need. District One has Vivi and also has the added benefit of going in front. Even District Two is toward the beginning; the sponsors will still be payng attention. But if we want to have any chance of grabbing sponsors we'll need to do something pretty crazy. And I think having Tom sing qualifies."

Pike sighed. "I suppose it does. But negatively impressing them isn't exactly what we want." The conversation stopped for a few minutes as the next course came in, them resumed. "I suppose it wouldn't be a horrible idea, though...at least I know I'll look wonderful by comparison."

The woman mentor chuckled. "So, despite the fact that I think this will make you both look like idiots, if you two agree I'll ask the stylists about it. Pike, you seem okay with it. So Tom, if you want to do this, come up with a song and you can warble away to your heart's content during the parade."


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[Insert person who is free of wax] 

March 26, 2011 at 4:22 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Rhian shot up from the seat in which he seemed to have dozed off in and nearly upended the table, in which he had a split second of two big platters of food before he tripped over the table leg and ended up sprawled on the train compartment floor. He got up and raised his head, to see the lady mentor glaring stonily at him.

"Oh yeah... I'm on a train," he muttered, getting up and dusting his pants off. He sat down in his seat and took a look out the window. The sun had a very watery glare today, but it shone onto... whatever those were.

Oh. They were people.

Very strange-looking people.

Capital people.

Rhian had heard of the weird things Capital people did to their bodies, but he had never guessed they would have spiked up hair that was brightly dyed, or gem-studded skin, or parts that made them look like animals.

He noticed his mouth was hanging open.

The male mentor cleared his throat. "We're going to tell you the procedure after we get off the train, and some more rules. There will be a parade, in which you will have to dress up in costumes relating to your district's industry, which, in this case, is electronics. You will be met by your stylists, who will... neaten you up a bit and put you into your costumes. Also, during the Games, you are allowed sponsors."

"Sponsors?" Rhian asked. Under the table, he pinched his leg. Nope. Not dreaming.

"Sponsors are people who will buy gifts for you, and those gifts will be sent to you during the Hunger Games. They could be anything, from food to weapons to tools. Once you get one, you may use it. However, you must earn sponsors first. You need to have them favor you so that you will get things."

Rhian looked down into his lap, and at Reese. He doubted anyone would favor them two.

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April 3, 2011 at 3:37 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Reese snatched the nearest food she saw and stuffed it in her mouth. Her Capitol mentors squinted and wrinkled their noses in disgust. Manners do not apply when you're going through starvation, she thought bitterly. They mentioned earning sponsors is necessary, but it was not likely that she and Rhian will earn any on appearance alone. Without a chance of receiving gifts, they would have to beseech the other districts for their supplies. Trusting anyone could lead to a premature death. Not exactly a wise decision.

"What is the best way to earn sponsors?" Reese questioned.

“An impressive entrance at the parade, which mostly depends on if you have good stylists,” a mentor elaborated, “and a good training score is also vital. After training for a while, you guys privately show off your talent to the judges. Receiving a high score means you have potential to win so it is a guarantee there will be sponsors to support you.”

Fencing may be my only option, Reese brooded, chewing more slowly. Making machines is neither exactly the most exciting nor appealing talent in the world unless I make something impressive. None of my stuff would be extraordinary to the Capitol people. The bane of her existence, the Capitol building, approached ominously as the train pulled in.

"So we arrived," the other mentor announced cheerfully. "Scurry along to the Capitol building before they ambush you."

By they, he could only refer to the gawkers crowding around the train. They whispered among themselves as Reese was escorted by the mentors. The doors of the Capitol stare balefully at her, but she entered to face her impending doom.

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"An impressive entrance at the parade, which mostly depends on if you have good stylists, and a good training score is also vital, " the mentor had said.

Impressive entrance at the parade, ha! Rhian thought bitterly. Even if he had a good team of stylists, there was little to no chance of him being "impressive." And getting a good training score? Ha! Ha! Ha! What a funny idea!

Well, there was nothing to lose. He would just try and hold on to his life for a little longer. Maybe help Reese as well. Who knew what they were in for?

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April 22, 2011 at 9:16 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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Hemp stared out the window. Were those things people? And why were the stupid buildings so tall? He could just feel them leaning in, trying to crush him. Everything should be low and squat like it was at home. Even if it wasn’t majestic, it at least wasn’t threatening to fall on you all the time.

“Come on,” said one of the mentors impatiently. “It’s just the Capitol.” He seemed a bit smug as he said it, though. Still with an amused and slightly derogatory smirk on his face, he reached over to push a button that would open the door of the train.

As Hemp came over to join him, he asked, “Why is everything so…so…”

“Majestic? Because the architech—”

“No. Why is everything so…uglily extravagant? Horrendous mockeries of every style that has ever existed? Aren't Capitol people creative at all, or can they only destroy what came before them?”

The mentor stiffened. “Learn some manners, you uncultured country brat. Do not insult my city. I will soon hold your very survival in my hands.”

“I’m going to die no matter what you do because I have no survival skills. I don’t care. Why wouldn’t you let me send food back to my family, you barbarian dressed in human clothing?”

“Shut up.”

They walked off the train.

 


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