HG OCT Round 1: The Boy by Magnolia-Belle, literature
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HG OCT Round 1: The Boy
I 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, k
An Unspoken Agreement- Round 1 by PonceyOfTheLions, literature
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An Unspoken Agreement- Round 1
With 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 s
HG OCT: Round One - Into the Fray by ArtSquirrel, literature
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HG OCT: Round One - Into the Fray
...6...
Never before in his life had Roarke heard anything as loud as those numbers counting down around him while he rose to his place on the playing field.
...5...
There were no thoughts able to sneak through the din.
...4...
Not even the thundering of his own heartbeat could banish the cruel monotonous rhythm to the back of his mind.
...3...
It was there and with every second that descended the utterly harsh reality of this day became more and more real.
...2...
He was here to fight for his life for the amusement of the masses.
...1...
BOOM!
Like a cold slap of icy ocean water, the crack of the cannon dropped every panicking thought and
HG OCT: Round 1 Part 1: Prelude by An-san, literature
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HG OCT: Round 1 Part 1: Prelude
Elan awakens to the clanging of metal.
"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" hollers the hulking jailer, rapping on the bars. "Get your ass up and out so we can put in some real criminals."
The events of yesterday flood back with utter clarity, and Elan leaps up, the aching bones and bruises suddenly forgotten. As the jailer slides the door aside, Elan seizes the giant's uniform.
"Hvor er min dreng? Hvor er Garrett?"
"You wanna spend another night in here?" The jailer wrenches free and scruffs the shorter man. "Stop spouting nonsense and get yourself on that shuttle. It's back to work for you."
Escorted out by two equally bulky Peacekeeper
HG OCT Round 1.1: Written in Stone by hisiheyah, literature
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HG OCT Round 1.1: Written in Stone
Every muscle in Ofelia’s body tenses, ready to spring off the platform the moment the cannon cracks the air. They’re in a clearing with trees on all sides. The air, thick with humidity, sticks in her nose and throat. She’ll head for the center of the pile—where they’ve stacked the best supplies—without hesitation, because if she stops even one moment to reconsider she won’t get there in time.
She focuses on the Cornucopia while keeping the other Tributes in her peripheral vision. There’s movement in the corner of her eye, but she stays intent on the supplies.
The cannon comes too early,
HG OCT Round 1.1: Prologue by ireny-octs, literature
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HG OCT Round 1.1: Prologue
"Hey, Leon," says Rhona. "Tell me another story."
He takes one last drag from his cigarette and flicks it over the side of the building before he turns around. "You should be in bed, kid," he says. "Big day tomorrow."
"Can't sleep," she says, and hops up to join him on the porch railing. "Tell me a story."
He grins down at her. "Hell, kid, I might be all out of stories by now."
"Bullshit," she says promptly, and he laughs. She crosses her arms. "If you can't tell me a story, at least give me a few last pointers."
"No can do," he says. "Giving you pointers is dangerous business. You know what happens to mentors in the stories."
She only