7I tried a SYOT before... I got sick of the wait :l
This is all made on the top of my head, so every character you see here? All me... and it is draining
However, this style I am using is kinda like Vyrazhi's, but sadly they took down their own story: 'The Inferno: The Centennial Hunger Games', which was quite a good story but swing down onto their profile and check out 'Gestalt' which is a just as great story!
I do not own the Hunger Games
The Prologue
I remember
Primrose Everdeen - District 12
I am in this tiny room, yet I know better.
We've failed.
I hear screaming, begging, and crying, all from different people; I try to cover their cries by cupping my hands over my ears yet to no avail.
They stormed District 13 when Kantiss was away in District 2, and then after they took everyone that survived (nearly everyone took the cyanide pill), and I was one of them.
Now I am in some room awaiting my fate, and quite frankly, I am scared.
The door opens and I put on a passive facade; there stands the President and a lanky man, yet the smell of roses distracts me from fully seeing either one.
"It appears you have long since paid your dues," the President tells me, "The Arena awaits you Primrose Everdeen..."
The Reapings
How to be Eaten by a Woman
Luster Tigris - District 1
We all wait for the Reaping of the 76th Hunger Games; we've waited for it ever since the Rebellion was crushed. It was stopped when they invaded District 2: it was all a rouse which the rebels fell for, and now they have paid their dues.
Now Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark are Avoxes in the slowly being rebuilt District 12 while their fellow rebels were all punished separately: we of District 1 have and still remained untouched by the punishment.
This year is the same: we all stand in our age groups in our well manicured town square where the shrubbery is hand-cut and there is never a single leaf on the ground. Before us is the Justice Building: designed to mirror a Greek pantheon as it stands proudly before us and behind the stage where our new representative is who is a tiny man compared to me.
I am Luster Tigris, and I am practically the tallest girl in my age group; I do not care if I am the shortest, for I myself am a piece of art which even now I am still improving myself. I started my metamorphosis ever since I could go into training, for I was never truly happy with what I was. I was always described as porcelain-like and lithe when I was young, but I wanted to be called 'strong' and 'tough'.
I may not be slender or fragile looking, but I myself am a beauty in my own, for already they've always seen one kind of beauty from District 1: athletic, blonde, and bubbly. I do not have boys waiting in lines for me; in fact, I have them at my feet every time I win a duel against them.
Physical beauty is 2nd on my list right behind Physical Power; for I am well toned as you can easily see the smooth lines of muscle on my dark rust brown skin, my legs themselves are quite a display as I worked for 3 years on them.
And now all those years will pay off now that I will be entering the Hunger Games without anybody so much as lifting a hand.
Last week there was a little self-made tournament held between everyone: from the 12 year olds to the eligible 18 year olds, everyone tried their hand at it.
For this was a very special Hunger Games for all of us: this would show how strong we still were after the Rebellion, how fresh and ready we all are even after the attack. We all wanted to volunteer for the Hunger Games, but everyone knew there had to be one, so we decided to see who deserved it.
It was girls against girls and Boys against boys and I came out as victor while Glow Euphrates won over his fellow gender.
I easily look over the other 18 year olds in my group and stare at Glow: he is 6 inches shorter than me, for I am 6'3", he has dark brown hair, hazel eyes, lightly tanned skin, and he is quite slender. You might think it was a fluke that he won, but he is a tricky one: he is shorter, quicker than his opponents and used it to his advantage.
I've seen him a couple times before but we've never spoken to each other, for there was no reason until now to do so. I will have to be vigilant in keeping eye on him and perhaps those like him, for I cannot fully trust them if they are like that.
He will be an interesting opponent in the Arena, that is, if someone doesn't kill us first; an arrogant person makes mistake to believe they alone will win.
If one must be the deadliest, one must acknowledge their enemies no matter what.
Foes
Glow Euphrates - District 1
Everyone applauds as Luster volunteered: it's hard to miss her for she is tall and her thick brown hair makes it look like she has a mane, like a lion even though she would be considered a lioness.
Most of the guys around me are envious or angry, for how could a shrimp like me win the tournament? Let me bring you in on this little well known secret: it takes patience and calculations, and they simply lost.
Once Luster is on the stage, it is the Boys turn and I do not even both to raise my hand, for I am probably the shortest 15 year old in the group (I missed out on the growth spurt). So I walk out of the group and I give a nice loud "I volunteer", which instantly the overhead television has my face on it as everyone applauds me as I walk to the stage and stand beside Luster.
We are both opposites as she has dark skin and I have light, she is tall while I am short, she is muscled while I am a toothpick but we both smile big for the people of Panem and Sponsors to see us.
Luster has me beat as she moves slightly to the side and somewhat hitches her skirt up to show off her legs as she gives me a handshake: Sponsors love Tributes like her, for she has a nice body and she is visibly strong. I will have to wait and see if she wants to form a pack, for I could tell even now that she will be easily outshining me, making me 'that one guy' while she is showered with the gifts from Sponsors.
The hard part will be for her to put her guard down: when I was against the cocky guys in the tournament, they easily put their guard down which made it easily to find their weakness. With Luster, she doesn't even get angry, she just acts like any problem is just a tiny task to finish and of course nobody wants to piss her off since she can easily kill them.
Luster probably knows my apparent tactic and would be alert to anything I do; damn, looks like I will have to depend on my other (never been seen by others) tactics.
You think I am going into the Arena with only one trick up my sleeve? You clearly haven't met me before.
Sleepyhead
Hannah Peak - District 2
You would think that I have sprouted wings and floated up onto the stage.
Which I didn't… but I wish I did so I could fly away instead of being on the stage.
I, Hannah Peak, do not want to join the Hunger Games, but when my name was called, everyone was all respectful (which is surprising…) and allowed me walk up the stairs and onto the stage where our representative was (who had a bad case of garlic or something… Ew!).
I smile yet my heart isn't into it; god, why does the cameras have to show my face? You can practically look up my nose with that thing, double ew!
Ugh. Oh well.
So here I was standing here in my floral sundress seeing my few specks of friends in the crowd as my mom is where the adults are, which I can't see her face, but I think she is either sad or surprised.
You see anything with the Government runs in our veins, for my dad was a Peacekeeper as were his parents before him while my mom's sister was a Peacekeeper as well as their father.
My dad died in the uprising, and you would think I wanted blood? That I wanted to kill people so I could avenge him?
No, no, and no!
Yeah, I cried when he died, but never once did he tell me that I should hate people, in fact, he told me that despite being a Peacekeeper, it was his job to keep the peace, and that if he died, he was dying because he was doing his job.
You think that it is weird that a Peacekeeper is like that? You obviously haven't personally met one before.
Rule 1 was that you had to keep order, for if you didn't, society would fall.
Rule 2 was that you keep that order, no matter what: if someone wishes to disrupt that order, you stop them.
And it is not always the Peacekeeper is the bad guy, it is the big guy, the person who makes the rules (don't tell them that I said that, pretty please?); Peacekeepers do what they are told to do, so while some are the bad guys, there are others who are nice.
And sadly it looks like there are more bad corrupted Peacekeepers than good… What a pity!
Huh? Wait, they called out the next boy?
Oh no! Not him! ANYBODY but HIM!
Creepy, bloodthirsty Joshua Silt!
He was 17 and despite how stacked and how good looking he is, he did not join the Peacekeepers, which if he did, he would give even them a bad name.
He looks normal, with a trim body, a nice face, brown eyes and light brown hair, but he is such a loner and is really crazy… as in breaking bones and stabbing people even though they were training crazy!
Ew, ew, ew, I have to touch him…!
Might as well… Get it over with it… Ugh…!
Boogie Man
Joshua Silt - District 2
I really want to smack that look off of her face.
You think I had blood and saliva dripping from my mouth or something; yet another brainless sheep who listens to the rumors…
Hannah Peak, the red haired, bubble brained, green eyed 13 year old was no better than her friends, who were just like her and believed all the lies that were spread about me.
My dad would always say 'actions speaks louder than words', which I think he was right.
I look normal, don't I? It's not like I cut my hair weirdly, or try to look different; I tend to prefer to avoid any attention despite right now.
Now let me clear this out with the rumors (because there are always two sides to every story).
The first rumor was because of an accident that happened a few years back when I broke a guy's arm, you think people would get that, yet they only see that I broke it out of cold blood.
It could have happened to anybody, and it wasn't like I was laughing while I did it: I was the one who helped the guy to the medic building and apologized to him countless times until we were both friends.
But despite how Michael, the guy whose arm I broke, and me tell people, I will always be that guy who was crazy to break a guys arm… and lets not forget the knife incident: I was not even paying attention when I threw the knife at the dummy (my mistake…) and from that it scratched a girls arm: it wasn't even that bad.
She just jumped, looked down at it the tiny scratch and then shrugged and went back to what she was doing.
Yeah, the knife incident was my bad, but only that!
After those two things, I only trained twice a week (because some of the guys think I am crazy like them and try to take me on)and helped my Dad with the family business, which has been going on for 4 generations of masonry, which is now 5 ever since my older sister was now going to be the boss of it.
I know this was my last year, but I wanted to do this, for even though I made those mistakes, even though there was a job of masonry calling my name, I felt that maybe I was meant for greater things…
Maybe, just maybe, that meant the Hunger Games.
Pudding