OFFICIAL VOTING BALLOT
For the re-establishment of the Hunger Games
[ ] No
OFFICIAL VOTING BALLOT
For the re-establishment of the Hunger Games
[ ] No
Clara Kovacs AuditionClara's POVClara Kovacs Audition by brenba123
A strange, beautiful light streamed through the cracks in the girl's wall, creating a striking orange pattern on the wicker floors. The girl's room was plain and bare, lacking in imagination, which everyone knew the girl had. The small but pretty girl awoke, obliviously, and looked in amazement around her room, pretending as though she had never seen such beauty before. She stepped out of her short yet firm bed, disturbing the beautiful patterns on the floor.
As this girl looked through one of the many holes in her wall, she noticed her beautiful surrounding. Sad looking people were walking around her village square, waving to the girl through the crack. The girl smiled, her eyes filling with water. Her eyes, her big eccentric blue eyes dilated in fear, realizing why her old friends in the village were so sad. Today was the day that
Hunger Games OCT Audition: Eleanor BarmierCoal dust hung in the air choking Ellie. It was overcast as usual in district 12, with the dry air making it hard to breath. Ellie stood in line with the other 17 year old girls. She didn't stand out her dark brown hair falling peacefully at her sides, the gray eyes held no importance; she wasn't ugly but not beautiful either. The only thing extraordinary one could find in her was her speed. She was as fast as a deer some would say, well the people who have even seen a deer. During the revolution most people hid out in the coal mines and the smart people didn't. Either way the population had decreased by a very large amount. The only reason Ellie was alive was due to the fact that she was out gathering food for the people in the mines when they were bombed. That's when district 12 surrendered due to the small population. In any case here they were all standing in the rubble of what was supposed to be town square waiting for the names of the two unlucky souls who would have to compete iHunger Games OCT Audition: Eleanor Barmier by Chezit-Cutie
HG OCT: Roarke Farryn Audition (UPDATED)Long, Sleepless Night.HG OCT: Roarke Farryn Audition (UPDATED) by HJLyn
Those of District 4 had watched, as all were required to do, the Reaping of six young girls and boys from Districts 1 through 3, and, after much ado, the long awaited day had finally arrived within the boundaries of their own home. There had been cause of much curiosity when those from the Capital had come to erect the stage and screens in the center of town for the following day's events. It was all anyone could talk about, as well as, what no one wanted to acknowledge. Fear lay beneath every careful word and concealed glance, more so for those with children of age. While their District was fairly well off compared to those that would need to seek the aid of the Capital, the knowledge that all those eligible were at least entered once could not be ignored. Almost every boy and girl of age had an equal chance of becoming the one selected.
One young man in particular had stayed up through the whole of the night havin
Asher's Audition Asher bolted upright, his clammy hands gripping the covers. He looked around wildly, stopping when he realized that he was safe in his own room. It was just a dream; it was all just a dream. He laid back down, trying to get his heart to stop trying to jump out of his chest. Why was he so scared? It was the same dream he'd been having all week, though it still shook him to the core.Asher's Audition by The-invisible-3rd
He saw himself stand in the center of a jungle (at least, he thought it was a jungle. Being from district 10, he'd never se was the plains outside the electric fence.) surrounded by 22 corpses. They varied in size, age, race, different people every time. He held a bloody axe, grinning like a maniac. He never saw the murders, but it was pretty clear who the culprit was.
Suddenly the last remaining tribute, a silhouetted figure, appeared. It perched on a tree branch, arrow ready. It looked like he and the tribute were yelling at eachother for a bit, but asher co
HG OCT Round 1: The BoyI leapt straight off the holding platform and ran as fast as I could to the big gold building which contained many weapons and boxes. A few other people seemed to have the same idea as me, although many just stood in the same spot, or wandered out looking confused. No one was attacking anyone, except for one boy on the other side who looked like he had gone completely mad. But it didn't matter to me, I was focused on surviving. And survive I would.HG OCT Round 1: The Boy by Magnolia-Belle
I dodged a girl with orange hair who was also running, and entered the gold structure. Finally I could catch a breath. I looked around at the items there, peeling my eyes for a gun. Sword, bow, knife. No, no, no. Didn't they have one? There! A small piece of metal poked out from behind a green backpack. I grabbed the pack and there it was, a small gun, nestled between a sheathed knife with a belt, and a piece of tarp.
I could hear running behind me and quickly turned to see the crazy kid waving a stick around with a wild expression on his fa
An Unspoken Agreement- Round 1With wild, raging speed, she ran.An Unspoken Agreement- Round 1 by PonceyOfTheLions
Icarus had all of five seconds to process where she was. The tributes had risen into wide, circular area, walled in by thick hedges. Occasional gaps in the circle showed snaking pathways that trailed off into the distance: the contestants had been placed in a maze. The Cornucopia, tall and silver and filled to the brim with bags, sat directly in the center of this circular area, as though to mark the center of the maze itself. The contestants had also been laid out in the circle, and all faced the Cornucopia when the alarm sounded the start of the bloodbath.
She forced herself to sprint like she had never sprinted before. There was no time to think now− she needed to make it out of this alive.
But as fast as she thought she was, she didn't reach the cornucopia first. The low−number districts beat her to it, snatching up bags and ripping them open in the time it took her to blink. People collided in front of and behind her in swarms like hiv
HG OCT: Round Two - Coming to Grips (I)From the SidelinesHG OCT: Round Two - Coming to Grips (I) by HJLyn
It had been the longest fifteen minutes of Stephan Atreo's life as he sat, riveted to the sleek black couch before his television, while the eldest of his District's tributes took on one of the evilest looking creatures he'd ever seen outside of mythology books. He had caught himself holding his breath with each near miss. Crying out as Roarke hit the ground and actually breathing a sigh of relief when District 9's boy aided him. He didn't really care that he had neighbors that he might be disturbing, he knew this kid. He'd felt the coldness of his glare, the warmth in his laughter and seen the rare glimpse of his embarrassed flush. There on sixty-five inches of crystal clear screen was a lamb led to the slaughter by the Capital, and as Stephen continued to watch he couldn't help but chuckle when Roarke asked the other tribute if he thought they could eat the Mutt.
Roarke Farryn. The kid was an enigma. Quick to glare and dismiss someone w
Jack Rackam - Round 2, Part 1Jack Rackam - Round 2, Part 1 by JackRackamPLZ
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What are you waiting for, boy?? Eat it while it's fresh!!
Jack said nothing in reply, his body and features motionless as the hot breeze swirled past him. The jungle was sparser here he was nearly at the edge of the tree-line, where the wet, green foliage gave way to a sizzling desert basin. The boy wore only a pair of ragged shorts, his body nearly naked beneath the baking sun. To protect his pale skin from the intense light, Jack had coated his body with bone-white clay and chalk powder, making himself look like an ethereal spirit. His entire head, however, was painted dark red with dried blood, and a headdress of brightly colored feathers adorned his scalp. A pair of dark charcoal shadows encircled his green eyes, which sparkled with curiosity and hunger. In his right hand he held his faithful axe, its head adorned with a strange, spider-like symbol painted
HG OCT: Round 2: the Arena (1 of 3)Ofelia crouches in the shadow of the wall, watching the figures farther down the passageway. Ame Gater. District Five. Girly snob. Score of five. Garrett Lykke. District Six. The immigrant. Score of three. She hardly thinks they're a threat, but as Reinald put it, there's more to everyone than meets the eye.HG OCT: Round 2: the Arena (1 of 3) by An-san
A gust blows up the dust around her, and she shivers, feeling the cold more acutely in her wet clothes and hair. The mid-morning sun reminds her that it's only been a day, a day since the cannons fired and this wretched hellhole of a game began. Ofelia shakes away the sudden image of a wide-eyed face in the water. Whether the tributes in front of her are dangerous or not, she isn't ready to face more people. Not yet. She waits until they've vanished down another passageway, and then stands up.
The Forbidden City! Her he
When it rains. HGOCT R2 p1He awoke from the remnants of shadowy nightmares to the violent pounding of rain that deluged from outside the cavern. Whenever Carsten drifted into sleep, he felt the gaze of the District Four girl. Haunting eyes focusing on nothing, blurred with harrowing anguish.When it rains. HGOCT R2 p1 by inucheychan
She's gone is what he wanted to think. Forget about it. It's what you needed to do. And you will do it again, and again, and again until you win. But apathy was not common to Carsten Welshrose. There was no way he would detach her face from his mind's eye.
The voice of his father whispered in the back of his mind. "Heavy is the head that fell by an act of virtue, and troubled is the heart of one who found victory in sin". They were the words of a strong man, an honorable man. Though words were not likely to have the same effect as weapons in a game like this. For if the boy was to save his own life, and the lives of those he loved, he would need to forget his father's words. Troubled heart o
HG OCT: Round 3 Part 1The girl looks down at the thrashing creature, its movements stilted, its eyes vacant in the dull dawn light.HG OCT: Round 3 Part 1 by An-san
"What kind of mutt are you if you can't even stand up by yourself?" She kicks the thing, and it swipes in her general direction. The girl snorts, seizes the sword from Garrett's hand, kneels, and drives the point straight through its head. Garrett flinches, a mixture of fear and awe of his companion.
"And that," she states, her voice matter-of-factly, "is how you use a sword." She repeats the process with the other one before plopping on the ground, the exertion suddenly visible on her flushed face. Garrett follows suit, scrunching down beside her.
"Ok?" he ventures. She huffs a little and nods. A good sign. "What is…you…your name?"
The girl stares. He must have said it wrong, Garrett thinks, and he opens his mouth to try again.
"You really haven't been paying attention at all, have you?" She shake
HG OCT Round 3.1: A Badly Broken CodePreviously in the Capitol: [link]HG OCT Round 3.1: A Badly Broken Code by ireny-octs
All things considered, reflects Leon, the evening could have gone better.
So can the night that follows, if he's going to be perfectly honest with himself, but his holding cell is clean and relatively quiet, and his standards are really kind of low as far as government prisons are concerned. Besides, there isn't a lot he can do about the situation now besides try to sleep.
No, it's the soirée that rankles at him like a sore. All right, it wasn't exactly a comedy of errors, and as things went he navigated the Capitol minefield relatively well, but the ones he did make were significant, and obvious, and easily avoidable. Certainly he could've avoided landing himself in said holding cell if he'd only been a little more careful.
Who did you think you were mentoring? says the voice of reason in his head. Just a kid? What did you think you were doing? Trying to make up for old mistakes?
HG-OCT R3 1/4 - Looking Through the Looking GlassHeat blazed in Rottie's flushed cheeks, hanging in the air, infecting the very atmosphere with the fire that roiled deep within. The cold, hard surface of the wall provided some relief from the smoldering heat as she pressed her sweat-soaked forehead against the concrete, a whimper falling from her chapped lips. Blood pounded in her ears, her heart racing as she writhed in her sleep, so deeply, irreversibly disturbed by her own dreams.HG-OCT R3 1/4 - Looking Through the Looking Glass by Bottled-Rottweiler
Nightmares swept her off her feet like an ill-intentioned knight, carrying her into a realm of hell, where the shadows leaped and snarled at her, where no light shone down from above. There were only the screaming, shrieking shadows to accompany her as she ran through the dark corridor aimlessly, the darkness calling out her name.
Rottie! Rottie, where are you? Why did you leave us here alone?
The voices were as clear as crystal, painfully frightened and familiar. The voices of the children she had known in the orphanage, the ones that she had sac
HG OCT Round 4.1: PrologueIt is one year into the war, and First Lieutenant Wang Dazhong is pretty sure he's going to die.HG OCT Round 4.1: Prologue by ireny-octs
This is the thing: Most resistance airstrikes take place during the day out of necessity. Their radar is unreliable at best and nonexistent at worst, and more often than not it is more practical to fly in broad daylight to ensure the correct targets are hit. It's certainly better than flying blind, straight into the Capitol's guns.
But there are some missions that cannot wait, and this is one of them. Dazhong doesn't know the details: only that he has under three hours to get into District Three, drop off a cargo of unlabeled crates, and get the hell out. Spare bomb parts for the commandeered factories, probably, but there's no point in speculation. Freshly minted war hero or not, there are certain things he's better off not knowing, especially when two pilots were shot down and taken prisoner just last week. There's a certain safety in ignorance.
There are no bombing targets tonight, an
Prologue- Step 1: Make An Impact"Sir, we have a problem."Prologue- Step 1: Make An Impact by DativoKane
"What kind of problem?" Two pairs of eyes turned towards the Gamemaker who had spoken up.
"Mr. Ludus, Ms. Lamon, sirs..." The Gamemaker hesitated. "It's about the remaining tributes."
"What about them?" The woman spoke, tilting her head slightly. "There's only four left."
The underling pulled up four files, each with a picture, a name, and a district.
"The four remaining are Ofelia Qian of District Three, Ame Gater of District Five, and Rhona Velaro and Garrett Lykke of District Six."
"So?" The blue-hair man frowned further. It was as if the games were not a required viewing for the country, and he did not had to manage everything in the Arena. He was being told information literally everyone already knew.
"Qian was noted to mostly read during the training session, and though the death of Cyril Mors was attributed to her, it was only after he and his group attacked her that she retaliated.
Gater was present at four different deaths. Though three of those fo
HG OCT Round 4 SE (2/3): de nobis fabula narraturLeon holds perfectly still as the Peacekeeper at the door swipes his ID and scans his retina. The other man hands the card back to him with a faintly bored stare and waves him through. Score one for Todorov and Lazuli, he thinks, and enters IIB Headquarters with his back straight and his head held high.HG OCT Round 4 SE (2/3): de nobis fabula narratur by ireny-octs
He resists the urge to tug at his collar as he walks into the open lobby. Ill-fitting as it feels, the Peacekeeper uniform is his armor here, his first line of defense against the dozens of other Peacekeepers milling around him. Here he’s just another face, albeit one altered enough to allay any suspicions about his being a wanted fugitive. Here he’s safe, as long as he doesn’t draw any attention to himself.
Easier said than done.
He thought the rage in him had faded with time. Not extinguished—never extinguished—but quieted, however little. Enough to hide, enough to seal away behind a mask, enough to live, to let the smell of charred metal and scorc
Back to the Forest(To set the mood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2uXeq0UrWw )Back to the Forest by thevirtuousone
He shouldn't have still been alive after all this time.
Bear opened a single eye and looked up. He wasn't dead. Quite the contrary: he was still kneeling in front of elite Peacekeeper Karas Malchior. The redheaded young man didn't understand what was going on. He should have been dead.
He should have been dead.
“What's going on here?” he had demanded of Karas, eyes welling up with fresh tears.
“I couldn't do it,” the Peacekeeper admitted, putting his guns back in their holsters. “I understand why you killed those men, like I said. To tell the truth, I honor those who love their family as much as you do. I don't believe you need to be executed for something so human.”
“So then what will you do with me?”
“Would you like to come with me to the Capitol?”
The question had been simple enough, but it stu
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