HG OCT: Round Two - Coming to Grips (I) by ArtSquirrel, literature
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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 embarras
Jack Rackam - Round 2, Part 1 by JackRackamPLZ, literature
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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 dried
HG OCT: Round 2: the Arena (1 of 3) by An-san, literature
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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
When it rains. HGOCT R2 p1 by inucheychan, literature
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When it rains. HGOCT R2 p1
He 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,
Lunar meets Jack -- Lunar Round 2 by Emiko-CatOnFire, literature
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Lunar meets Jack -- Lunar Round 2
Lunar - R2
The hot wind only worsened as the day progressed, throwing dust in Lunar's face. She found herself gasping for air during intervals -- only to be buffeted by yet another rolling wave of sand.
Encompassing her was the vast, stretching expanse of flat desert. The heat wavered unbearably off of the hard-packed earth, causing it to shimmer almost ethereally. Lunar thought she knew a term for this, but had long forgotten the designation.
She gritted her teeth, lugging the dusty mace behind her with her left hand, and clutching her wounded left side with her right. The bandages were soaked, and dried blood crusted her fingers. The tri