A different type of Hunger Games

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    So I finished reading the series and i thought why not have it end in a totally different way. The story picks up during Catching fire right when they get back from tour. * Warning: story might take a way different path from the books*
    I need people to play:
    Katniss Everdeen: love. <3
    Peeta Mellark:wolfgirl15
    Primrose Everdeen:cherryfeather101
    Gale Hawthorne: nightmares
    Haymitch Abernathy: ME
    and any other characters you feel necessary

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Thunderstar&lt;3 Darkmage ().

    Thank you! if we dont get more members soon i can take the others too.

    yes thank you soo much i think we can start roleplaying now or when someone signs up as peeta. Which do you prefer?

    Perfect timing ;D yes you can. Thanks so much for joining! Lets start back at the victors homes


    ic: Haymitch sat slumped at his table. His house was strewn in filth. He liked it that way.

    (I'm so happy! :D Thank you! :))


    Peeta knocked softly on Haymitch's door, when he didn't get it answer, he rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Haymitch?" He found his opd mentor slumped at the table. He walked over through the filth and shook the drunken man. "Wake up!"

    He sat there with his eyes closed in a dazed stupor. A half empty liquor bottle was clutched in his hand.

    He snapped awake and jumped out of his chair wielding a knife and pointing it at Peeta. He stumbled back and caught himself on a chair."What was that for?!" he yelled.

    Katniss was out in the woods, sitting in the meadow. The mockingjays reminded her of Rue. And Rue reminded her of the older man who was shot by the peacekeepers in District 11 after the speech. She sighed and whistled, wishing none of this had ever happened.

    "You tell me. Probably out in the forest." he said putting the knife in his boot.

    "More than likeyly yes. Before anyone shows up and shes caught." He said sitting back down heavily in his chair.