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7:16am Nov 10 2013
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The 25th hunger games
In this hunger games, so it mentions in Catching Fire( the second book of the Hunger Games series), people were voted to be tributes. It's pretty devistating to know that you have been picked by your neighbours to go and -probably- die.
Lets create characters:
Name: Astrid Melody
Age: 14
District : District 4 (fishing district)
Personality: Shy, timid, used to being intimidated and pushed around- but she turns intensely angry and passionate when her loved ones are being hurt
Hobbies: Swimming
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7:27am Nov 10 2013
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Well. Its characters to be created
Name: Saphire Sliverstone
Age: 15
District: District 11 ( Agriculture District)
Personality: Fiesty, shy, silent, agile, and alethtic
Hobbies: Horse back riding, tree climbing
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7:29am Nov 10 2013
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Alright.I'll just start of with a quick summary of when im chosen, and u after. Then when we go to the capital, theres an immediate friendship between us?
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7:34am Nov 10 2013
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okay!
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7:46am Nov 10 2013
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They pursue me...splashing, snarling, writhing, scraping. I am an agile swimmer, but while I have speed, they have stamina. They're getting closer, the blood-thirsty tributes. I flail madly as one grabs my leg, pulling me down down down...I accept my death, defeated, while warm liquid seeps out of me, for I am now the sea; a dead body in the sea...the wet, wet sea...
I jump up, screaming. Partly from rage, partly from fear- and partly because I am humiliated that me, a fourteen year old girl, has just wet the bed like a four year old.
I look at the damp, slightly yellowy thin bedsheet. I'll have to wash it. I hate washing my things in the ocean...it ends up dry, scratchy and salty. But there you go.
Anger at the capitol flares up in me. But then I sigh. Furiosity isnt going to stop me from being reaped. The fact that I am not particularly popular will. For today is the first quarter quell. They said that every 25 years there will be a quarter quell, and that there will be a new, bigger horror for the tributes to face.
This year, its the fact that every district votes for their tribute. So a lack of likablilaty is fatal. And if I get chosen by my neighbours...
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11:14am Nov 10 2013
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There it was again... The snarling.. Oh how I hate the snarling.The snarling always meant something bad was going to happen.
I brushed the thoughts away. Nothing bad will be happening to me.. I hope...
I have no choice but to love my district. And I am to be put on the drawings.
Why do we fight? Why? Is it for their amusement?That only two champions can remain? But they must kill each other?
I brushed off the thoughts and went on focusing on the horse below me. It was the Agriculture District. Meaning there were farms, horse ranches, cattle ranches, ect.
I lived on one of those horse ranches.
And if the others picked me to go into the Games.. What shall I do? I can't fight against it.. I must survive no matter what the cost.
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11:25am Nov 10 2013
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I stand in a stiff, saphire blue gown with a bunch of 14-year-olds from my district. The mayor reads out the long, boring, dull Treaty of Treason, his voice loud and magnified. But all I can hear is the frantic beating of my heart.
The heart that could soon cease to beat.
The heart that has loved and hated.
The heart...my fast-beating heart...
The mayor solemnly states this year's quater quell twist.
And then the names. My Lord, the names.
The names
'Astrid Melody and Morgan Selway'
My name. My boyfriend's name.
I faint clean away
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11:30am Nov 10 2013
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As I rode into town.. I realized it was the Treaty of Treason being read..
I dismounted the black mare and listened.
Though it was boring and I had heard it at least five times, I still listened.
Then there was the names..
" Saphire Sliverstone and Claid Dreg"
Those names.... The names... I was terrified...
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12:05pm Nov 10 2013 (last edited on 1:17pm Nov 10 2013)
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The journey to the capitol is painful. Morgan and I cry.Cry like the world has ended. Because it has. In the night, he comes to my room.
" Astrid..."
I hear the tears in his voice, and I know he is not crying because he's going to the arena, but because I'm going.
" If I get back, " he whispers, his dark eyes growing darker as he slides in the soft bed with me, "If I ever get back I'll kill them all for voting for you to go-"
" It's not all of them who voted for me " I mumur.
"Most of them, though," he retorts.
"Morgan?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not going to lie to you. I feel terrible. Like...no one likes me. I mean, they voted for me to die!" I blurt out. " And it's not really their fault! It's the capitols'. They make our anger undirected so we turn against each other and..and..."
"I know. I know, Astrid." He embraces me lovingly. " Lets just stop complaining. Stop whining. Lets just make the most of the little time we have."
And we do. Man, we do.
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4:57pm Nov 10 2013
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Pulled to the captiol. It wasn't fun. Claid was on nine years old. He was balling his eyes out.
I wasn't though. It was bound to happen. I sat upon the rusty chair we were bound to.
I was going over my thoughts.
I'm going to die soon enough.. leave this cruel world behind.. and I'll be happy wherever I end up.
I wrapped an arm around Claid. The youngest were usually the first to die.. Slowly making its way into teenage years.
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9:50am Nov 11 2013
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del kids nine years old couldnt go into the hunger games u know...its 12-18.
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10:21am Nov 11 2013
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I've never read hunger games! Sorry..
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10:25am Nov 11 2013
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:) np.
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10:25am Nov 11 2013
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:) np.
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10:26am Nov 11 2013
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10:26am Nov 11 2013
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Its fine ^-^
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2:24pm Nov 14 2013 (last edited on 2:25pm Nov 14 2013)
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I stand in the vast training room, gasping as a six-feet-tall tribute from District 2 sends a knife whizzing into the heart of a dummy a hundred feet away. I stand no chance. I glance at Morgan. His sea-green eyes are cold and expressionless. "How shall we play this?"I mutter. "You, you learn some hunting skills and so on. Me" -He plucks a spear out of a trolley- "me, I learn how to fight." I stare at him. "What?" "You're seriously...you're actually going to kill?" "Kill or be killed, Astrid," he says, his voice like frost. "Morgan, don't be like that. Dont let them turn you into something you're not." He squeezes my hand, softening. "Dont worry.Now go. Good luck."
I practice setting fires-which im already pretty good at- and sowing nets-which im also good at. It doesnt take a genius to know that I should focus on things i'm not good at, but im scared that ill make a fool of myself. I mentally shake your head.Here lies Astrid Melody, who died because she didnt want to be embarrassed. That's what'll be on my epitaph.
I walk over to the Edible plants station, where I engage myself in a talk with the man at that station, Flatus Mach and do a spot test, where I miss a poisonous berry. "Remember, Astrid, that one false fruit can be death, " Flatus warns me. Death.Death.Death, Astrid, I think.
When I leave the station, I glance over at Morgan who is attempting at throwing the spears. My eyes widen as I see the spear lance across the training room and hit the dummy right in the center of the head.The whole hall goes quiet. An instructor breaks the silence by clapping. "Good, Morgan. You certainly will be one to look out for."
The Careers snarl as I swallow. I actually stand a chance with Morgan. But we've got ourselves some challengers- the careers.And another thing.
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3:08pm Nov 14 2013
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This was interesting veiw to see.. They dragged us into the training room..
It wasn't pleasant. Some of the older challengers looked deadly with the sword and knives they practiced with.. I was terrified actually. So was Claid. If anything.. We had no choice...
I ran off and grabbed a couple knives as Claid practiced using a bow. He seemed good with it.. Until he broke the string.. We could stand a chance against the other teams.. But.. What did I know? The worst part was.. Only one of us could come out of this..
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7:38am Nov 16 2013
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On the fourth day of training, i spot a girl about my own age looking at Morgan fearfully as he continues to excel in combat training.
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It doesnt take me long to know her name- Saphire. She's good at tying ropes and snares; she's probably from District 11, the agriculture district. She doesnt look too tall or strong, but she wont fall for false plants or inedible animals like the rest of us. A snivelling boy who looks about ten always trails behind her. Poor lad. The young twelve-year-old's always perish at the bloodbaths.
"Hey Morgan," I say as we tuck into lunch. I'm so used to eating fish and seaweed, this new cuisine always makes me queasy so i generally keep to bread and butter.
"What's up?" he says.
"Look over at District 11."
Frowning, he turns around. The girl called Saphire puts a protective arm over the little boy. Morgan does something I never thought he would do to a tribute from another district.
He smiles.
But this only scares the twelve-year-old, whose hand shakes as he cuts the chicken leg that's on his plate.
"Poor boy," says Morgan, turning back round.
"We should ally with them," I say delicately.
He looks at me. "Only-"
"Only one can win, yes yes, "I snap. " Still."
Morgan chews thoughtfully on some grapes. "I think they're too shy..that little kid is practically wetting himself."
"Yeah, 'cos you're so scary,"I tell him."Like seriously. I see u throwing these weights and the spears and i jump out of my skin."
"I'm just trying hard so when we get into the arena I can...I can keep you alive,"he says softly.
I squeeze his hand gratefully. "Come to my room tonight, ok? I need to talk to you about something."
"Sure."
I slide across the bench."I'm going over to them."
"Be subtle," he advises.
"Yeah."
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10:02am Nov 16 2013
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I noticed a girl.. She looked pretty strong.. And she was coming towards us... I figured it was fight she was wanting.. A training fight to be exact. I pushed Claid away form me just in case
"May I help you?" I asked plainly. She was rather intimadating.. I could smell salt. Mostly around her though. Something told me that this girl was form District 4. The fishing District. She seemed like she would gut a person just fine.. I was rather afraid of her.
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