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The Hunger Games That Wasn't: How the Tributes Got Their Last Revenge

(Hey guys, I am writing a short story set in Panem about what I always thought the tributes could do... hope you like it!)


If the Capitol and the Hunger Games and the fact that my siblings are starving could be represented by a single person, I would strangle that person right now. Actually, I would strangle them every day for the rest of my life, but this day most of all. Because today is the Reaping. There is no single day in the year which more poignantly highlights our utter helplessness, and the fact that we have no choice but to obey every whim of the Capitol. And what is the Capitol? Overfed gluttons who pay fortunes to make themselves look like the freaks they are while the rest of us try to earn food but actually die.

So here I am in the town square with everyone else from District 7, gritting my teeth, using every ounce of my willpower not to scream out what I really think of the fluffy poodle up on stage and her precious speech. Lies, lies, all lies. Do they really think we're stupid enough to believe what they say? No. It's just President Snow rubbing it in our faces that the Capitol has sucessfully quelled two different rebellions of the districts. Well I say, third time's the charm. Can't wait.

But there's no telling if I will be around for that day, since this is the Reaping and all. I, meaning myself, Fallon Sade. Dark blonde hair, very long and straight, tall, athletic frame, slanted hazel eyes, and full lips too often twisted into a sneer, or so they tell me. They, meaning my father, Linnaeus Sade, and my four siblings, one older and three younger. The older one is female, and has already married. I don't think she likes me much, and the feeling is mutual. The younger ones are Jove, male, 8, Persie, male, 6, and Rae, female, 5. We make off better than some families, only because our father hasn't died yet, and because we all work as hard as possible. But the children are still skinnier than the branches they have to chop.

But I am rambling now. I force my mind back to the square and the pink woman tottering on stage. As her blue fingers wave above the glass bowl full of girls' names, I feel the sneer creep onto my features. I almost want to laugh. How sick is this?

"Fallon Sade!" chirps the poodle. The laughter dies on my lips. Now I suspect that President Snow has read my thoughts. The dog. I keep my sneer as I make my way past the parting bodies of my friends. Their looks of pity are mingled with relief. Good. I have saved them all, for the year at least.

I mount the stage with haughty disdain. Before the poodle can "congratulate" me, I turn to the crowd and give a mocking bow. "Well," laughs the poodle, "a little humor is good in a tribute!" I give her a cold stare and she subsides.

"And the boy tribute is... Lance Cassian!" A dark-haired, strong-looking boy mounts the stage, looking shellshocked. "Now shake hands!" chirps the poodle. I think her name is Wini. We shake.

In the Justice Building, my dad comes, leading the children. "You can't be a pawn," hisses my dad, more angry that his daughter would serve as Capitol entertainment than the fact that I am going to die. Although I agree with him, something inside me resents that.

"Don't worry," I say with sarcasm, "I hate chess." He catches my resentment, and doesn't look in my eyes. My father is only good for loving principles. His love does not extend to people. The Capitol insured that long ago when they killed his family.

"I want you to stay, Fallon," said Persie. "Why must they make you go?"

"Because the Capitol people are bored again, and they need some new entertainment," said Jove. He's catching on way too fast.

"Well, I promise to be as least entertaining as possible," I say, and I hug the children before they go. No one else comes. Doubtless my older sister is at home, not giving one thought to her poor little sis who is going to die.

I will write more later!
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Part 2:
After our goodbyes, Lance and I are hustled to the train. Paparazzi surround us as if we're some kind of superstars. I guess we are. It's pretty midblowing to think that I went from being a virtually unknown tree-chopper who nobody cared about to an instant celebrity in .034 seconds-- until you remember why. That these people are only interested in you because they want to find out how well you die.

Lance is kind of shocked-looking still, and really quiet. Not that I'm talkative either. I refuse to speak with Wini, the poodle who is our escort. I just eat as much as I can hold and hole up in my room. I soon get tired of this and go to the car with the windows all around, to see the scenery. There, I think.
I know that I'm going to die, that's for sure. I mean, even if I had a chance at winning, I don't think I would want to. Just look at the victors as adults: drunkards, traumatized, drug addicts, suicidal. It's not pretty. I don't want to have to go on the Victory Tour either.

So, it's official. I'm going to die. A sense of calm comes over me. If I don't have any hope of winning, I can focus less on training to kill others and more on how to die in the best way possible, that is, how to die in a way that least satisfies the Capitol. I think about how to do this. I immediatly see a slight problem. If I die in a way that doesn't please them, they'll get over it right away because there's 23 others to watch. One tribute being defiant is hardly going to be a wrinkle in the Hunger Games.

If only I could get a group of us to do something that expresses our anger, I think wistfully. Like that's going to happen. I decide not to worry too much about it. I'm sure an opportunity to get back at the Capitol will become evident when I get there and can see how it all works. Maybe I can sabotauge one of the ceremonies.

On the train ride, I get to talking with Lance a bit. He's pretty nice, and he is convinced that he's going to die too. "Maybe I'll just set down my weapons," he admits. "I don't think I could kill anyone, even if it is to survive."

"I feel the same way," I say. "Unlike you, though, the reason I don't want to kill is not because of morals, but because I know the Capitol is on the other end laughing." I lower my voice. "I want this to be the worst Hunger Games ever for them. They will regret ever drawing my name!"

"I wish I could say that," answered Lance, shaking his head, "but what can we do? We may do something defiant, but it hardly makes a difference if all the other tributes do what the Capitol wants them too."

He had pretty much just echoed my sentiments. "You said 'we'," I tell him. "Does that mean we're a team?"

"Why not?" he says. "It's not like we're conspiring to kill each other like everyone else is." He holds out his hand and I shake it.

Capitol, watch out. District 7 is on the warpath.
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That's really good!! you are a really good writer! if you really like the hunger games you should read divergent. well that depends on your age.. i suggest if you are younger than 13 not reading it .but it is a good book if you are 13 or up its by veronica roth
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Thanks guys for your kind words! It means a lot to me, especially since this is my first thread I've started. I've done some POVs but nothing big on the MB, and am not a "known" writer on here. Most of the writing I do is on the novel I am creating and hope to publish one day. :) @AgentJanus184: Perhaps I shall look into Divergent, thanks.
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Part 3:
My jaw can't help dropping when we pull up to the Capitol, but I immediately shut it, for there are cameramen about. I keep my stony demeanor as we press through the crowds, then onto the building where the procession starts to be "made over." Can't wait. I say this with absolutely none of the enthusiasm in which I said that I can't wait for the third rebellion, and a whole lot of sarcasm.

First, some cuckoo stylists have to make me "presentable." If presentable means getting all the skin cells scrubbed off your body, every piece of hair ripped out, and every ounce of human dignity taken away, then these barbarians are more mentally retarded than I thought they were. Which is saying a lot. When they have made sure that I am about as miserable as possible, a woman comes in. Thank goodness it's a woman. She sits me down and talks with me a bit about my outfit. I am not ashamed to say that I zoned out.

Suddenly, I ask, "Why are you going to all this trouble to dress a corpse?" She turns red, then pale.

"Because I hope you will not turn into one," she says, very quiet.

I stand up. "Well then it's a waste of your talent, if you have any at all. Come, let's get this over with."

I have to admit that the outfit is pretty good. Ok, it's perfect. I feel sorry for Joanna Mason, who had to wear a tree costume. Twice. At least she won't have to again. Ever. Because she's dead. Her part in the recent rebellion insured that. The costume from afar just looks like a green, fitting jumpsuit. But up close, one can see that it's formed from large leaves (not real, I don't know what they're made of) that overlap each other. The leaves are different shades of green and have gold thread on them in designs. They mold to the shape of my body. In the mirror, I think I look like a wood fairy, if you believe in such things. My hair is in an updo and an amber headpiece rests on top.

Lance looks pretty good too. His pants are made like my suit, but his torso is bare. He wears amber armbands and a headpiece that matches mine.  Our chariot is made of mahogany and is pulled by dark brown horses. After Disrict 6 rolls out, it's our turn. We join hands. Perhaps it's a little tribute to Katniss and Peeta, the rebels who are now only memories in our minds, but it's also because Lance and I are a team now. Two kids against the Capitol. I correct myself. Two tributes against the Capitol. That counts for something.

"How should we act?" Lance asks just before we come into the public spotlight.

It takes me a split second to think. "Fierce." And so that's how we look, rolling down the street, fierce and untouchable. For all they know, we could be carved from the wood of the chariot. Yes, I think, we are wood. Because wood, unlike metal, bends and does not break. If you bend wood, you can make it into a deadly weapon, like a bow. That is what we are. When the Capitol bends us to our breaking point, that is when we are most dangerous.

I break from Lance's handhold for a minute to make a gesture with my hands that looks like a bird in flight. No one will know what it means, except for my three little siblings. That bird was what I created all my bedtime stories to them around. I picture little Rae giggling at the bird, and a smile brushes my face. But the smile, like the bird, flies away.

Needless to say, I don't listen to Snow's speech. Remember, this is the man who read my traitorous thoughts and directed Wini's hand to the paper with my name on it. I wonder for a moment if I can rip the heavy piece of amber from my headpiece and fling it at him, but decide it's not the best idea. For obvious reasons.

After the parade, we go to Floor 7 of the tribute's apartments. They are lavish, and exactly the opposite of what I need right now. I need hard cold floors and harsh birdcalls, moldy sheets and branches scratching the roof. This place seems designed to take the fire out of you, make you feel small and insignificant. So, I do the logical thing. I scrunch up on a coffee table, the only hard thing in the room, and close my eyes. Not to sleep, but to think. And think. And think.

My mind replays everything I know about the Hunger Games. Over and over and over. As all the information slips through my brain, one thing sticks to the edges. Barely perceptible, but there. I grab onto it, pull it out of hiding, examine it. And there it is. The answer to everything I've been aiming for. Not sabotauging a ceremony. This is nothing less than ruining the Hunger Games. RUINING. Complete, intire, no way around it. I. Am. A. Genius. And Snow is going to hate me.
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Hello, I am a bit busy, but I shall post about the training an such as soon as I can!!!! Perhaps then you will be able to discover Fallon's daring, insane plan to RUIN the Hunger Games!
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This. Is. Awesome! I love your writing style. :) And I just got really excited when I read the first part, because I absolutely love the name Fallon. :) Keep writing!

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Sorry, guys: I'm leaving the messageboard. On the bright side, it was fun while it lasted. :)

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@BlueDolphin595: I guess you could submit a character if you want! I'm not going to use/mention all 24 tributes in the story, so you can just tell me looks, personality, and such, then I will put you with whatever district I need a character for.
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Part 4:
I pass a fitfull night. The idea that came to me yesterday won't let go. It's just there, rattling around in my head. But there are a lot of complications to it. If it works, then it will be a huge victory for the Districts. If not, it will be a tragedy. The line between victory and tragedy is a thin one. Everything hinges on how I play this, how I conduct myself tomorrow and the days leading up to the Games. Any sleep that I get is shallow and fraught with worry.

In the morning, I eat sparingly because my mind is occupied. My mentor, Jerimiah Sands, notices. He is a middle-aged man, trim, with graying hair. He is not a drunkard, which is surprising, and he doesn't seem to have gone crazy yet. Not very kind or patronizing, he is known to give good advice to tributes, but he also expects a lot from them.

"You need to behave like a champion today," he tells me, "so eat." I want to protest, but his steely gray eyes won't take no for an answer. Besides, if he thinks I'm up to something, he may try to stop me. So I eat until I'm full. Lance keeps giving me curious looks. I haven't told him about my plan yet, but I will. Then we will see how strong he is.

We enter the Training Center. We are some of the first people there, so Lance and I begin stretching in a corner, waiting for the rest to arrive. "Well," he asks, "have you come up with anything? I was wondering if we could sabotauge the Interviews somehow, since everyone will be watching them."

I shake my head. "No, we shouldn't do that. We need to behave like model tributes, strong and obedient, like Jerimiah said, so they won't suspect anything. But," I lower my voice, "I did think of something." He looks up, hopeful. "It's not for the faint of heart," I continue, "and if we go through with it, there is no chance of us surviving." He nodds, accepting this. "I was thinking yesterday after the Parade. Remember that one Hunger Games where one of the tributes dropped her district token, a bauble I think it was, and it rolled off the plate?" He nodds again, grimly. He remembers also how they had to scrape her off the plate after the ensuing explosion. "That's my plan."

Lance looks at me like I've lost my mind. "So we both bring balls and drop them on the ground so we get blown up?" he asks, horrified.

"Not exactly," I say. I lower my voice even more, for other tributes are coming into the Center. "For the plan to work, we would have to get everyone on our side. Then, during the countdown, at say 10 seconds to go, we all salute the Capitol and promptly step off our plates." I smile at his pale face, drained of all color. "What do you think?"

"First of all, it's impossible," he answers. "How are we going to get the Careers to agree with this? And also, the Capitol is going to be VERY angry. Maybe they will call another Hunger Games immediately afterwards. Then it would just be a waste."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right, they have to have a victor." I look around. The tributes from 12 huddle in a corner. The girl is about eighteen and at least a bit determined looking, but the boy is a quivering heap. I point out the boy to Lance. "How about we get everyone in on the plan except for him? We all step off our plates, and he will be left as the victor. They won't call another Hunger Games if they have a victor."

"I guess his District needs the food the most," Lance agrees. "But that's only assuming we can get everyone to work together. The Careers may say yes, but I'm sure they'll just wait until after everyone steps off, then just stand there until the countdown is finished, kill the boy, and have a duel to the death with each other."
"That may be," I say, "But we'll have to risk it." I look him in the eyes. "You said 'we' again. 'But that's only assuming we can get everyone to work together.' That's what you said. Does that mean we're still a team? Even after my insane idea?"

He smiles. "Of course. The Capitol will hate it, so we have to do it. Besides, getting blown up is instant. I would rather that than getting tortured to death by her." He points to a district 1 beauty surveying the area like she owns it.

I grimace. "Good point. And that reminds me, we have some work to do." Lance and I agree not to look too friendly together, lest we attract suspicion.

How will this end? I wonder as I join the other tributes to listen to a trainer's speech. Will we be remembered for years to come as the tributes who got their last revenge, or as the unbalanced individuals who's attempted rebellion provided lots of laughs in the Capitol? I can't answer that, but I will find out soon. I take a deep breath and look around me at the other tributes. Lance and I have our work cut out for us indeed.

Will Fallon and Lance prevail? Or will they be the laughing stock of the century? Find out soon! What do you guys think of it?
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Personality: Strong defender of anyone she cares about, can be very deadly if threatened, smart and quick

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I don't know if your accepting characters but here is the form 
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appearance straight red hair freckles tall tan green eyes
Personality can come off as mean sarcastic and really anti social strong and cold     
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Thanks guys. I'm not officially accepting characters, but I will use them if I find space.
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Part 5:
When the capitol lady finished her speech, training began. At least, for everyone else. Lance and I have other plans. I take stock of the situation as tributes head off to different stations. The Careers, predictably, are going for the weapons right away. The tributes from 5 are talking with the trap station manager, though one would think he had more to learn from them than the other way around.

A girl from 11 catches my eye. She is at the plant station. Of course, she must know a lot about plants since her district grows them. She seems to me as a nice sort of girl, pale and shaken but brave still. Determined, also. I think back to the TV broadcast of the Reaping, and I remember how she volunteered for a younger girl, a cousin, maybe. Poor thing, even though she is brave, she has no chance of winning. She's pretty agile, but it's obvious that the only weapons she's used to are clippers to prune trees with. This becomes apparent as she tries her hand at combat, struggling awkwardly through it. She's the kind of person who would only win by running far away and out-surviving everyone by eating edible plants. Unfortunately, the Gamemakers always force the last tributes together for a last fight. No, this girl isn't winning, and like me, she knows it.

I go to a rope-tying station while I think. Should I first try to convince the weaker tributes, or the stronger? If I convince the Careers first, if such a thing was possible, then the others might go along as well. But then again, they could see it as an opportunity to actually win if the tributes from 1, 2, and 4 are out of the way. Or they might think they're lying. I try to decide, but no option is good. Oh well, I think. If an opportunity comes up, I'll talk to whoever.

I'm pretty good at the knot-tying. In district 7, where we work among the trees, a bad knot meant a long fall to the ground. I move on to axe-throwing, which tributes from 7 are always decent at. I glance over my shoulder to see Lance talking with the kids from 5, who are still on traps.

The girl from 11 I noticed earlier comes over to me. She has curly brown hair and pretty blue eyes. "Could you teach me how to do that?" she askes. "My name is Kathy." She's not shy, but not loud either.

"Sure," I say. I show her how to throw the axes. She's not horrible, but she isn't very strong. She's fast though. We get to talking.

"I'm going to die," says Kathy. Her voice is sad, but not too despairing.

I nod. "Join the club."

"You at least have a chance at winning," she says with a bit of envy. "You can throw the axes well."

"Oh, don't underestimate yourself. You look like you have a good knowledge of plants. I don't, just trees. Sometimes, it's the people who are good with weapons that starve. And besides, you're really fast, I can tell. Most of these games is running and dodging, not fighting."

"I suppose you're right. And I'm okay with knives. Not throwing them, but cutting with them." Kathy looks a little more hopeful, and there's a calculating look on her face. Now I'm afraid I've made her want to win. I rush to remedy that.

"Don't be fooled," I say with a low voice. "I'm going to die. And not just because of other tributes. I mean, do I even want to win? Winning means being a Capitol pawn, a trophy, a thing to be paraded around. I'd rather die as me, Fallon, then live as a Victor."

She nods, to my relief. "I see what you mean. I'm probably not going to win either, so I want to die in a good way." She looks at me with those blue eyes. "But it's not like there's any good way to die in the Hunger Games." I am relieved again to hear a note of bitterness in her voice. She is angry, like me, but she hides it well.

"Well, Kathy," I say very carefully, "maybe a good way to die is on your own terms. Like, in a way that expresses how you feel and not just in a way to give the Capitol entertainment."

"That sounds good," she says, looking around for eavesdroppers. She smiles a brave, reckless smile that I like. "Want to be allies?" Kathy asks. "At least, allies in surviving as long as we can before finding a way to die that suits us?"

This is good, very good. Much better than I had hoped. It's people like Kathy I need for this scheme, those who are not weak and afraid. Strong and independent. Wanting to be their own person.

I take her outstretched hand. "Allies it is." We smile and shake hands, then go back to practicing.

"Any ideas on how to die ourselves?" Kathy is whispering. She is in on the plan wholeheartedly. I just have to tell her what it is.

"Now that you mention it..." I give her my plan and wait to see her reaction. Her face goes pale and the axe she just threw goes horibbly off course.

"But it would only work," I say, "if everyone was in on it. Then it would be something to remember."

Kathy sits down, taking deep breaths. "I knew I was going to die anyway," she says to herself. "Might as well get it over with at the beginning, save me all that trouble." She jumps up unexpectedly and hugs me, then quickly pulls away lest anyone think it odd. "Why not? I'll do it, just to spite the Capitol." She thinks for a moment. "But only if everyone does it," she warns. "Otherwise it would just be a stupid suicide and we should think of something else."

I agree with her, and we part ways to spread our plan. I really like that girl, I think. I feel a twinge of regret. Maybe if we had been raised in the same district, we would have been friends. I shake the regret off. Thanks to President Snow, that will never happen. Might as well end our friendship with a bang. I smile at that. End it with a bang.

Hope you liked ur character, Kathy! Blaer, I will put you in the next one.
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Thanks!!!  But just please don't kill me yourself in the end ok?  This is going great!!!
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Awsome I can't wait for the next one!
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"To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed" -Cassandra Clare The City of Bones

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Branch: Ekaterina

Part 6:
Kathy heads off to the station that teaches how to make a fire and shelter to speak with a tribute from 10. I hope he can be convinced to join us. I look to see where Lance is and find him in an unlikely place: speaking with the drop dead gorgeous girl from 1. I hope he hasn't completely forgotten what he's supposed to do. I wonder why she even let him get near her, him not being a Career, but it appears that he has some skill in wrestling and impressed her enough to have a chat. Anything it takes, I guess.

I walk over to some water to get a drink, pretending that the axe throwing has made me thirsty. During that time, I plot my strategy. Kathy and the boy from 10 have moved on to another station together, which seems like a good sign. Lance looks like he is flirting, but who knows. Maybe he is a great actor. Maybe not, I think.

The tributes from 2, the girl from 4, and the boy from 1 are doing swordfighting together. I think I will try and tackle them after our little team has a few more people under its belt. I move toward the tributes from 12, who are at a camoflauge station. The boy, he is probably only 12, leaves to go to the bathroom, so I seize the chance and walk up beside the girl, who is several years older than me.

"Are you any good at this?" I ask, motioning to the paints. "Because I'm no good at all." I've actually never tried it, but what of that?

She narrows her eyes, suspicious. "I do an acceptable job."

Up this close, I can see how thin she really is. "Could you show me?"

"Huh. Why would I want to help you?" she asks bitterly. "You'll probably be the one to stab me in the back at the Bloodbath."

"No. I wouldn't kill you," I say abruptly. The boy will be back soon, so I need to hurry. "How could I when I think of the fat oafs on the other end who are goading me on?"

She doesn't believe me, but she is curious as to what I mean. "But you're going to kill to survive, right? To win."

"Win?" I scoff. "I don't want to win. Victors are dolls to be paraded around to remind the districts that their children aren't their own."

"What do you want then?" She doesn't balk at my traitorous talk, even though she still doesn't trust me.

"Revenge," I answer in a harsh whisper. Her dull eyes light up at this. No one loves a government that forces you to starve. "The Capitol did a bad thing when it picked me for their precious Games. I want to make this year's one they will NEVER forget." The corner of my lips rises in a twisted smile. "But they won't remember it with happiness. If my plan goes well, there will be angered screaming and gnashing of teeth in the Capitol as soon as the countdown gets to ten."

She has seen the evil delight in my eyes and knows that I am not lying. "I want in," she says with utter certainty. Here's another girl with a backbone of steel, though she has a flesh of rags.

"You have not heard what is to be done yet!" I laugh softly.

"I don't care. If you're scheme is everything you say, then I'm in."

"Here's what's happening..." I fill her in on everything, very quietly, very carefully. I see the boy coming back from the bathroom. He is across the room and it will take him a moment to get here.

I expect the same reaction I got from Lance and Kathy, pale face, disbelief, then consent. But the only change to the girl from 12's face is a slight raising of the eyebrows. "Very creative," she says mildly. "So it's right as Ceaser Flickerman says ten?"

"Well, yes," I stammer. "Aren't you a bit afraid?"

"Why?" she asks. "I'm already half dead. I nearly starved this winter. Might as well finish the job proper."

"One more thing," I whisper hurriedly. "Not a word to him." I point discreetly at the boy as he walks up. "Now show me how to paint."

At lunch, Lance and I confer in a corner. "How have you been doing?" he asks me.

"Well enough. I've got the girls from 11 and 12 in on it. You?"

"I talked to 5 for a while at the traps station. Man, they're good at those things." Lance shook his head in amazement. "They have some grand plan to set traps for the Careers straight away and get them out of the picture. At least, the boy Alzander does. I was able to talk to his sister Aryn alone for a bit. She doesn't like the idea of setting traps for people, or killing in general."

"Did you tell her our plan?" I ask, on the edge of my seat.

"Yes, in brief. Her reaction was pretty good, focusing more on how the bombs work and such than the fact that we're going to get blown apart. I think she's willing, and that's good, because we will need someone to convince her district partner."

"You think she's willing?" I ask. "We have to be sure. Otherwise she might rat on us to the Gamemakers."

"90 percent sure. She's kind of worried her brother won't do it."

"Well she won't be able to convince her brother if she's not convinced." I turn around and stare at the table the kids from 5 are sitting at, until I catch the girl's eye. I raise my eyebrows in a question. Aryn sees that Lance is beside me and knows what I'm asking her. She looks at her brother, who isn't paying attention to us, then looks back at me with uncertainty. I nod at Alzander as if to say, "We'll take care of your brother if you'll join us." Aryn stares at me, bites her lip, then nods once. She's in. I wink at her and turn back to Lance.

"You need to keep talking to her," I tell Lance. "Make sure that she stays with us and doesn't get scared."

"Got it. Want me to try and work on her brother?"

"He's going to be a hard one, I think, because he feels that he has a good shot at winning. No offence, Lance, but we need a sharper aproach if we're going to convince him."

He nods, accepting this. "What if one of the Careers he was planning to trap talked to him about it?" he suggested. "If he knew that his prey was going to die before the Games even started, he might relent."

"Good idea." I look over at the Career's table. The girl tribute from 2, a scornful redhead named Blaer with brutal green eyes, is loudly boasting how fast she could slay a person, and it looks as if she's not lying. I softly moan. "I'll talk to them." I turn back to Lance. "But I saw you talking with Facet from district 1 today. How did that go?"

He blushed slightly. "I was just chatting with her, really. If I had tried to talk about our plan with her, she would have told someone, so I was just making her aquaintence so it might be easier to talk to her later."

I wasn't sure how much I believed him, but it was good logic all the same. "I want you to talk with the tributes from 10 and try to make friends. Test the waters, and tell them our plan if they seem open. But be very cautious. I will work on 6. We can discuss tomorrow's plan back in our rooms."

Lunch ends, and we begin another round of recruiting. Five down, eighteen to go, not including the boy from 12, I think. If we keep up this rate, we may have everyone in on it before the Games start! This was the optimistc side of my brain. The other side reminded me that the hardest tributes were yet to come.
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@AgentJanus184: Sorry there wasn't that much of you in part 6. There will be a lot more when Fallon actually talks to her.
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@ClassifiedEvil4 thats alright it's awsome so far! btw i never noticed your agent name it's really cool classified evil sounds very interesting
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"To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed" -Cassandra Clare The City of Bones

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It is I, the creator of the first annual Cahill Games. Nice story. 
Name:Marshall
age: 15
District 4
Looks:Tall and muscular. Dark brown hair and eyes.
Personality: Aloof, cynical, distrustful, cold
 Skills: Weapons, hand to hand combat, swimming, weight-lifting

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away. You shoot me down, but I won't fall. I am titanium. You shoot me down, but I won't fall. I am titaniuuuuuuuum.
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It's the nature of time that the new ways comes in sin

 

When the new meets the old, it always ends the ancient ways

 

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Branch: Ekaterina

@AJ184: Thanks! I just kinda made my agent name up, it isn't supposed to have any significant meaning.
@Marshall: I'm not sure yet how much district 4 will be used in my story, but I'll have to see. I might keep you there, or I might move you to another district, if that's fine.
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THIS...IS...PANEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It's the nature of time that the new ways comes in sin

 

When the new meets the old, it always ends the ancient ways

 

And as history told, the old ways go out in a blaze

 

 

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Wow. I have never read a fanfic like this! It is really really really good!!!! Consider me extremely impressed. I would be honored if you would accept a character from me! It is completely up to you, though. I have written a couple of fanfics on here (Not with this account, I forgot my username of my old one!!), and I know how it feels to be pelted with character forms! Here...

Name: Briella Montague

Age: 12

District: 9

Personality/Backstory: She's crazy. She went mad after the Capitol killed her father and brothers for being a part of an operation which stole a little grain each day to feed their starving families. She had to go to a children's home, and she broke. She can be almost scary at times, with an evil, mad look in her eyes, unpredictable, can look like she's about to kill you one second, then be curled up in a ball crying the next. She's brutal and hungry for every citizen in the Capitol's blood, but she's still very much a child. She volunteered to get a chance for revenge on the Capitol. She doesn't try to think or try to go about getting that revenge by clever means, like Fallon, she just knows that the Capitol who killed her family must pay.

Looks: Tanned skin, long, tangled, sun-highlighted hair, deep blue eyes, short, skinny, but is stronger than she looks from hard work in the fields since she was eight.

Other: She basically belongs in an asylum...


I hope you can use her! But, again, you don't need to if you don't want to!


-Some Random Tribute

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Everything's got to end sometime, otherwise nothing would ever get started.

My goodbye- /49339

-Some Random Fangirl

AKA- Elle, Hannah, or Liv


Everything's got to end sometime, otherwise nothing would ever get started.

 

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Branch: Janus

Name: Marina Jane Rydel Bolt
Age: 15
District: 7
Personality/Backstory: Kind, loving, and slightly shy, but overprotective and hotheaded at the same time. Knows that the Capitol is horrible, and rebels against the local laws all the time. She was born to two extremely loving parents, and had an awesome brother and lots of rebellious pals, all were either executed or killed in the Games, save for Rex, but he no longer speaks to her. She will do anything to get her sweet revenge on the Capitol.
Looks: Red hair in a curly ponytail, freckled, tall and slender for her age by about two years, and has big copper eyes. Never anywhere without weapons, but when she is, she looks PO-ed for the rest of her long day.
Other: The only tribute that really sticks in Fallon's head. 
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Name: Aimee

Age: 15

Branch: Janus

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Branch: Lucian

Posting to find later. It's really good!
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Stay Strong Madelyn!

Co-Head of the STAY Foundation(Swiping Tears All Year): STAY on the MB. /46977

Do not KICK the puppy, for it becomes a BIG DOG.

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P.S. Marina likes to be called Rani.
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Name: Aimee

Age: 15

Branch: Janus

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@Everyone: thanks for the forms, I shall use them if needed.
@ Aimee: Sorry, but both Fallon and Lance are from 7, so that district's taken. :( Can I put you in 6? Or would you rather be a Career?
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Make me 5, if possible. If not, then 4 or 2. Nothing else.
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Branch: Ekaterina

Part 7:

Back at our rooms, Lance and I hold a conference. He had started talking with the boy from 10, only to find out that Kathy had already talked to him and he was in on it.

"Good," I nod. "So Kathy did get an opportunity to tell him the plan. I was hoping."

"He told me that he would try and recruit his district partner. So I moved on to 8 and made the aquaintence of the boy tribute. I didn't get to tell him the plan yet, but he's pretty friendly towards me so that shouldn't be too big of a problem."

I nod again. "I wonder if Kathy has been able to talk to her partner. I wish we could get ahold of her somehow."

"You're in an alliance with her, right? So spend more time with her tomorrow and hear all about it," Lance reminds me. "Did you get to work on 6?"

"Change of plans. I talked to the girl from 9 instead, named Briella."

Lance looks at me funny. "The crazy one? How did that go?"

"Briella's not crazy," I protest. "Just emotionally unstable and eager for revenge." I grimace. "But aren't we all?"

"So, if she's hungry for revenge, that makes her more open to our plan, right?"

"That's the thing," I say, "I'm not sure. I mean, she loved the idea of making the Capitol angry, but she's so unpredictable that I wouldn't be surprised at all if she just decided to not do our plan, become the victor, and get her revenge later when she's rich and famous."

"That's actually a good idea," says Lance. I glare at him. "Maybe she should be the one we save, instead of the 12 boy. That way, she could do damage to the Capitol as a victor even when we are all dead."

I sigh. "I fear she would act too rashly as a victor and cause the Capitol to take it out on the districts. No, we already decided that the boy from 12 would live, and I'd hate to sentence him to death now."

"The Capitol may kill him anyway after this," points out Lance. "Or worse."

"He still has a better chance of living than the rest of us."

Again the next morning, we arrive early to training. Kathy is there also, so Lance and I part ways as I go to talk to her. "How's it going?" I ask.

"Pretty well," she whispers, tying her curly brown hair back. "My district partner and I had a talk last night, and I convinced him to join us. I'm afraid he might chicken out at the last moment, though."

"We'll take care of that," I reassure her. "Lance told me you recruited the boy tribute from 10? Good work. Is he pretty confident that he can convince his partner?"

"Yes." Kathy and I begin to stretch. "They were good friends back in their home district, so he doesn't seem to think he'll have a problem. Who do you want me to try and recruit today?"

"Actually, I had something else planned." I point out Aryn, the girl from 5, to her as she walks in with Alzander. "She's in on it, but a little uncertain still. We're going to work on her brother as soon as we can, because he's going to be hard to crack. In the meanwhile, it'd be great if you could befriend her and make sure she doesn't back down."

"I'm willing to do that. Is there anybody else I need to do that with?"

"Now that you mention it... see her over there?" I motion to Briella, a willowy young girl with sun-streaked hair and tan skin. "She's from district 9. I talked to her yesterday and she's in on the plan in theory, but is kind of unpredictable. Can you also talk with her and report any kind of misgivings to Lance or I? Because I'm afraid she will do something crazy."

Kathy agrees and goes to speak with Aryn. I take stock of the situation. Lance is practicing archery with the boy tribute from 8 he talked with yesterday, the tributes from 10 are practicing together, and the girl from 12 I spoke with yesterday is tying knots. I had learned her name is Gerome.

I walk over to her and ask if she can talk with Briella and make sure she is completely loyal. Gerome agrees and goes to join her at the painting station. I know that I already asked Kathy to do that, but she's busy with Aryn right now and I feel that Briella needs all the support she can get. Plus, Gerome is really grim and morbid, so maybe she can relate better to her.

I go over in my mind who's all with us. 7, obviously, since that's Lance and I. The boy from 10, and hopefully soon the girl. Both tributes from 11, which would be Kathy and her partner. Aryn from 5. Gerome from 12, but we don't need her partner. Briella from 9, if she remains with us. That's eight, not counting the girl from 10, or the boy from 8 that I hope Lance is about to recruit. Not bad, not bad.

I steel myself and head over to the swordplay section where the tributes from 2 are practicing. "Care if I join?" I call. I pick up a sword without waiting for an answer. They glare at me, a blonde boy of huge proportions and Blaer, her green eyes almost morphing into daggers.

"Let's see if you can hold your own, tree-hugger," hisses Blaer. She attacks swiftly, and I parry. She's really good, and stronger than I am, but I do hold my own, mainly because we fought each other with sticks in district 7 as children. Sticks are not much different than swords, after all.

"Not bad, splinter-face," grunts the boy reluctantly. I step back to wipe my face and get a drink, and he and Blaer face off. How am I going to do this? I mentally scream. On the outside, I'm all confidence.

"You guys are phemominal," I say. It's not a lie. "Too bad you're going to die like caged mice."

"What do you mean, bark-blister?" scoffs the boy. His name is Thor. "You think you can trap us?"

"Maybe, but I wasn't talking about me." I point out Alzander from 5. He's fiddling with wires, and something starts smoking. Perfect timing. "I was talking about him."

"That little fly-zapper?" scoffs Thor again, but he's watching as sparks begin to fly out of the wires the boy's holding. Suddenly something blows with a banging noise that makes everyone in the gym jump three feet in the air, but Alzander just nods like that was what he was looking for. I love you so much right now, Alzander, I think. That was just the illustration I needed.

"I see what you mean," Blaer says warily. Then she rounds on me. "Why did you tell us this? Now we know who to kill first and what to look out for. Why do you want to help us? We're your most deadly enemy!"

"False. You are not. The Capitol is my one and only enemy, thank you. My reasons for telling you this are my own."

"Oh, so you want an alliance?" asks Thor. He sniggers. "Well, you won't get it, wood-maggot!" The Careers have such nice names for everyone.

"No," I answer lightly, "I don't want an alliance." They look surprised.

"Then tell us what you want or get out of here," Blaer orders, recovering.

"The thing about the Careers dying in some nasty trap was just a sidenote. Actually, I came here to warn you not to get too friendly with the other Careers or each other, since you'll be forced to duel one other as soon as the Gong sounds." I say this in a nonchalant way, as if I don't care one bit.

"What are you talking about, fungus-brain? The Careers never fight each other right away," Blaer mocks me, but she sounds slightly curious.

"Well you'd have to if you were the only ones left." I match her mocking tone perfectly and couple it with a patronizing smile, as if she were a little child.

"Why would we be the only ones left?" demanded Thor. I inwardly celebrate. I have their full attention. "You can't die before the Gong sounds."

"That's what you think," I yawn. "But the tributes from 2 always did play by the rules." They clench their jaws. Careers always pride themsevles on being macho and independent, but they're really just Capitol pets. Of course, if I told them this, they would rip me apart.

"We do not!" whined Thor.

"Explain yourself," Blaer snapped at me. "What are you talking about?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." They glare at me murderously. They're very curious now, but won't admit it. I decide to do some probing. "Before I go and leave you to your duel training--and you might want to work on your swordplay, Thor, because Blaer'll kill you in the first minute if she can get her hands on a sword--I want to ask a question." I pause.

"Don't you feel betrayed by the Capitol for getting fun out of watching you die? I mean, District 2 has been the most loyal to the Capitol out of all Panem's districts. They supply masonry for building projects, they make their weapons, supply Peacekeepers, ect. And still, they love watching you writhe in your own blood. It just doesn't add up. They may tell you that it's an honor to be in the Games, to be a victor, to die, but that's a lie. What it really is is a Capitol citizen with hundreds of piercings, tatoos, and plasic surgeries that the combined price of could feed a family for a year sitting on the other end of the television, munching snacks and giggling as Alzander zaps you to death or you get torn apart by a mutt made by the people your families serve so diligently!" I pant, out of breath. I realize I got a little carried away. "It's all about the entertainment," I finish.

"Can you repeat the question?" asks Thor.

"Do you feel betrayed--" I begin again.

"No!" Thor almost shouts. "The Hunger Games are fun. They entertain us too." Blaer looks a little uncertain, and she doesn't say anything.

"What about the other districts?" I ask. "They supply the Capitol with everything it needs to live a life of luxury. Without us, it would starve, be naked, freeze, be unprotected. And yet they torture and starve us as we give them life."

"Thor?" Blaer turns to him with urgency in her voice. I notice that it's low, like she doesn't want to be heard. "Remember Cato, your brother? You're family is the closest to the Capitol in the whole district, and they still let him die. Not only that, but he died at the claws of the mutts they made to chase him!"

"No, Katniss killed him," said Thor stubbornly.

"But that was after he had been mangled for hours! Snow didn't call them off, even though your family is very loyal. He doesn't care about any of us, loyal or not. None of them do." Her voice had no hint of weakness, only hardness. I realize she had been thinking this over for a while.

Almost there, I think. Almost.

The conversation will continue in Part 8...
Hope you guys liked it. Rani will come in later, as will your character, Marshall.
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