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Clara Kovacs AuditionClara's POV

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 Clara Kovacs Audition by ~brenba123

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 EHunger Games OCT Audition: Eleanor Barmier by ~Chezit-Cutie

HG OCT: Roarke Farryn Audition (UPDATED)Long, Sleepless Night.
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 havinHG OCT: Roarke Farryn Audition (UPDATED) by =JennaLynHarms

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.

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, diAsher's Audition by ~The-invisible-3rd

Auditions

Round 1

Kallen vs. Rottie by ~WhatTheJ111

Scathed Comic-R1: Tainted 1 by ~Girl-In-Disorder

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.
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, kHG OCT Round 1: The Boy by ~Magnolia-Belle

An Unspoken Agreement- Round 1With wild, raging speed, she ran.

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 sAn Unspoken Agreement- Round 1 by ~PonceyOfTheLions

Round 1

Round 2

HG OCT: Round Two - Coming to Grips (I)From the Sidelines
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 wHG OCT: Round Two - Coming to Grips (I) by =JennaLynHarms

Jack Rackam - Round 2, Part 1

Part I

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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 driedJack Rackam - Round 2, Part 1 by ~JackRackamPLZ

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.

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 HG OCT: Round 2: the Arena (1 of 3) by ~An-san

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.

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, When it rains. HGOCT R2 p1 by ~inucheychan

Round 2

Round 3

A Shocking Mentality- Page 1 by *ParzifalsJudgement

HG OCT: Round 3 Part 1The girl looks down at the thrashing creature, its movements stilted, its eyes vacant in the dull dawn light.

"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, scruncHG OCT: Round 3 Part 1 by ~An-san

HG OCT Round 3.1: A Badly Broken CodePreviously in the Capitol: [link]

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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, anHG OCT Round 3.1: A Badly Broken Code by ~ireny-octs

HG-OCT R3 1/4 - Looking Through the Looking Glass Heat 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.

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 scrHG-OCT R3 1/4 - Looking Through the Looking Glass by ~Bottled-Rottweiler

Round 3

Round 4

HG OCT: Round 4 Page 1 by ~An-san

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.

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 theHG OCT Round 4.1: Prologue by ~ireny-octs

Prologue- Step 1: Make An Impact"Sir, we have a problem."

"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 Prologue- Step 1: Make An Impact by *ParzifalsJudgement

Round 4

Spectator Entries

HG OCT Round 4 SE (3/3): finis. by ~ireny-octs

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.

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 fugitHG OCT Round 4 SE (2/3): de nobis fabula narratur by ~ireny-octs

Back to the Forest(To set the mood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2uXeq0UrWw )

He shouldn't have still been alive after all this time.

BANG!

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 Back to the Forest by ~thevirtuousone

The Saint Preserves Us(To set the mood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqU8FpdgiZE )

Andrew Therion stepped off the train in District 5 with steely nerves and a purpose in his heart. In his overcoat pocket, there was an envelope addressed to the women who ran the district's orphanage, along with enough money to fund it for several decades to come. The royal blue-eyed young man showed his identity at the check-in window and entered the district. He had been here many times before, but only on vacation.

Andrew now had the feeling he wouldn't be leaving for quite some time.

Hailing a taxi, he asked the driver to take him to the orphanage. As the meter began to runThe Saint Preserves Us by ~thevirtuousone

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If Looks Could Kill, We'd All Be Dead. by *ParzifalsJudgement

Jack Rackam...? by *ParzifalsJudgement

Leon by ~Jazz-Rhythm

Doodles in Class : HP AU- Beauxbatons Ame Style by ~Girl-In-Disorder

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Final Thoughts

by ~Jazz-Rhythm, Feb 4, 2013, 5:08:04 PM
Journals / Personal

It's been a little over a year since this group was first founded, and it both pleases and saddens me to finally bring this tournament to an official close. Thank you to all the auditioners, contestants, and spectators who made this OCT a success with their ideas and hard work. It was wonderful to get to know you all and to read each of your stories. And I cannot express enough thanks to everyone who has helped with judging at some point - ~Saerif, =fabulouslyDashing, ~Fedora14, =deidaraart5, and ~thevirtuousone - this tournament would have never reached the end without each one of their contributions.

All the prize donators have been contacted, so the finalists should be hearing from them soon. If not, let me know and feel free to remind them with a note.

Now we would like to hear your final opinion on our OCT. How did we do? What could we have done better? This is your chance to share any frustrations you may have had over the course of the tournament, so please be honest! We would like to improve our management for the future OCTs we participate in as judges.

Several of you have been curious about a second season. While we have planned some ideas and concepts, we don't anticipate a second season to start up any time soon – the administration would like to take at least several months off to pursue other endeavors. However, we can provide a hint for what the next Hunger Games OCT will be about: this season was the first Hunger Games, let the next season be your last.

Thank you for making this OCT an amazing ride.
We look forward to working with you again.

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~1313-Lover 1 day ago Hobbyist Digital Artist

Sorry to bother you but what does OCT mean?

~Saerif 1 day ago Hobbyist General Artist

It's an abbreviation for "Original Character Tournament." You can read more about it in our FAQ: [link]

~1313-Lover 1 day ago Hobbyist Digital Artist

Oh! Thank you!

~Saerif 1 day ago Hobbyist General Artist

No problem

~hisiheyah Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Aghhh, you're making us wait a week? I'll just be over here fidgeting until then...

~thevirtuousone Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

We love to torture you. 83

~calebalden Jan 18, 2013

Hey I see that the games had started already....would there be a next games after this?

~Jazz-Rhythm Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

A second season has been taken into consideration, but if there is going to be another one, it won't happen for quite a while.

~calebalden Jan 20, 2013

Well I'm thinking on entering this second season myself.

~Jazz-Rhythm Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Keep an eye out for this group then.

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