1000th hunger game (tons of spots available!)

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    As the escort, Lowina, announced the hunger games I trembled. Their wasn't any mentors left, no good ones, they were all drunk or were hooked on something. My district never won anyways, district 12. They destroyed district 13 so completly that no one could doubt that it was gone. Our heroes, the noble Katniss and Peeta died of old age and then their children. I steeled myself as the escort reached down and drew out a name.
    "Kaira Night!" She called and I took in a sharp breath. That was my name...




    OOC: Need someone to play the escort and all the tributes from 1-11 and the boy from 12.


    23 tribute spots available and 1 escort, their isn't a mentor for district 12, he died.

    I'll be the girl from 11!


    IC: I hugged tightly onto my brother, not wanting to let go. We were in the blood-taking line. Jermiah wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "You're going to be fine, Rowan. It's your first year, your name is only in there once. They're not going to pick you." He murmured. I nodded, and stepped up. The woman grabbed my arm and pricked my index finger. Something beeped, and I was shunted with the other twelve year olds. I stood right in the center of the row, every other twelve year old was at least half a head taller than me. The bizarre Capitol woman beamed at the crowds, before walking over to the girls ball. "Ladies first!" She trilled, reaching in. She fumbled around in the ball until she drew out a slip of white paper. Unfolding it, she cleared her throat and read out the name. "Rowan Ferhanae!" I heard everyone around me gasp. Heads turned my way as I made my way slowly along the row. I didn't need to say 'Excuse me' or anything, everyone just moved backwards out of my way. I heard Jermiah's choked noise, he reached out a hand to me. PeaceKeepers shoved him back. I took tentative steps down the middle of the crowds, and reached the foot of the stairs. The woman smiled warmly at me, and held out her hand for me. I took it and stood beside her. "Any volunteers?" She asked the girls. I closed my eyes, listening. But only the wind was there to take my place. The boy tribute was picked, I didn't listen to his name. And we were walked into the Justice Building by the escort.

    Kiara stepped up onto the stage and in the crowd she could see her brother in the twelve years, she could tell he was afraid for her, he always tried to be the big brother. She was lead into the justice building and onto the train.

    Rowan perched on the window ledge, legs drawn up to her chest. She rested her head on her knees and fingered the wolf's fang around her neck. Probably the last memory of District Eleven she'd ever see again. Seeing as her body was to be shipped back to her weeping family on the first day. Well, it was more likely that than a chance of actually surviving the Games. What would a skinny twelve year old do against the monstrous Career tributes, and all the others?

    Kaira watched the scenery go by and did as her father use to tell her, see the silver lining. One good thing was Daniel didn't have to go through the games this year. She actually smiled at the thought, the capital wouldn't have him.



    OOC: Skip to when they get to the capital?

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    Alex watched Kaira from down the hall. He slid down the wall and bent his knees,his hands hanging loosely on his knees. So many angry thoughts were filling his head. "Why..." He glanced at Kaira. "Why did Katniss not survive? Why did President Go for the bad?!" Alex was loud in the hallway,but he was always loud when he was angry.


    Hold On,Don't Let Go!


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    " It happened a long time ago." Akira sighed his anger shining out the silver lining she had thought of.
    " Of course the capital would rise again, it was only a matter of time." she said bitterly. She was completly oblivious of the cameras watching them, and the microphones listening in to them.

    Rowan jumped off the window ledge, and started for the mahogany table. There was a book laying open on the surface. She checked the front cover, it said - 'A tribute's guide to the Hunger Games'. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, the cover was leather, Rowan knew that from her days of hunting the wild cows back home in 11.

    A few hours later ( the capital had found a way of making their trains even faster) they arrived at the capital.


    "Great..." Akaira muttered sarcastically as they arrived

    Rowan was thrown from the window ledge as the train slammed to a halt. Grumbling, she picked herself up from the floor and walked through the ajar car door. The Capitol people were all lines up behind metal fences as she stepped out onto the platform. They were all going crazy for the District 11 tributes. A few girls at the back fainted as soon as Rowan's District partner walked out in front of her. Rowan rolled her eyes. How stupid. They know we're going to be thrown in an arena to fight to the death, why be madly in love with him when he's probably going to end up dead? The thought disturbed her even more when three twelve year old boys that were leaning over the railing, wolf-whistled at her. Rowan's blue eyes narrowed, and she tried to ignore them. They reached out to try and grab her, but she dodged out of range of their hands and continued down the wide pathway that they were to walk down.

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    Alex looked angry as he stepped out. His eyes were darkened as he glanced around before surging through the crowds. He grabbed the wrist of a girl who touched one of his scars. "Touch me again...The unspeakable happens." The girl screamed and ran off. He other capital people weren't concerned. Alex shoved the door shut behind him and Akaira.


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    " You didn't have to do that." Akaira said seeing what happened. She walked through the crowd behind him, she too hated the way the capital people were glad to see them. Didn't they know that this was a death sentence? That this was death?