Humanity is too far gone.

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    ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ

    Humanity was lost to far ago. the 74th annual hunger games reminded everyone that it was 74 years of no humanity, each year growing colder and ever so bitter. Most districts were left with poverty, as such things would happen after a dictator but this time, the dictator favored one group and merely controlled the rest. There was a unfamiliar theme this year... only this year. People started to realize the voices they possessed. Even if it was impoverished kids who had there voices stripped from them from the lack of food, to the trained, clean and cut careers who realize there purpose to to kill there own kind. Survival was what they called life and there murders and lack of humanity, Funny thing was, survival came from the med in white suits and black batons that swore they were keeping the peace. The "peace" that stripped your voices, food, and rights. I guess some will become there own peacekeeper, in the 74th annual hunger games

    To die would be an awfully big adventure...

    Vivian Blair-District ten, age 16, looks


    Nixon Boyd-District four, age 17, looks


    so we got the plot down, I didnt want to do forms cause I wanted to slowly develop the characters if thats okay... Also should we have Katniss and Petta be in this version of the story or no?

    yeah that would be great! maybe we could skip the part where they get picked (can't remember the name lol) and start where they are training?

    ( yeah! ill type out the choosing, and then the first day in training to one post!, my first posts might be a bit small just because I have to get into the flow of writing and this plot! :) )

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    Vivian, District ten, 16



    I was chosen. I was pulled away from my family. Teared from my friends. Torn away at my seams, leaving me alone vulnerable. The boy who was chosen also was seventeen, and was a complete asshole. I was only 16 years of age who was only five feet. I knew I wouldn't last. But I wouldn't dare to put up a fight. I was scared. My heartw as beating out of my chest and I couldn't feel my hands. I didn't know whether to be sad or scared or relived. I came from an abusive home where we lived in a state of poverty where we were on the border of starvation, but with that being said, I would rather have that then to be put inside this cage with kids like me and kids who are trained to kill other kids... That's where I get lost. lost in my head and lost in the numbness because I was conditioned since I was young with the fear of being picked. Do I fight to keep alive? Or am I even alive if I kill my way through it? My heart may still be beating but will my soul really be alive after ive been corrupted to no ends?

    The first training day. I came in that skin tight suit they made us wore that cling to me in a way I wasn't use to. My long blonde hair was pulled up in a high pony and with that, I was thrown into this Arena that was suppose to make me prepared for the hunger games? I mean prepared enough if I used my time well, I could actually be trained to kill kids. I mean thats what we all were, potential child murderers. I see the Careers, strong and boastful as they looked at the prey that would be ready for them in two weeks time. I go to the knives, as that was the only thing I knew how to do. I could hear some boy make a comment about how "inviting" I look. Whatever that predatory comment meant. He touches my arm and that's when I pull away " Do not touch me" I say and I could hear him smirk and make a comment about my "sass.'' I gave a sigh as I got my knives ready, trying to focus on my own tune instead of theirs. I felt myself grow angry just holding this knife. The knife that was offered to us to slit children's throats and Axes to bare the heads. One. Two. Three Knives I threw. Each one landing in the red circle on the heart of the hall figure.




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    Nixon , District four, 17



    I didn't get chosen. I even asked for food and clothes out of "need" to put my name in 27 more times then it would be. My luck it didn't happen, but I made sure I was the first one to say I volunteer. I previously the night before beat up three of the boys who were so determined for this. I simply crushed what they had, as This was my last chance to get into the games and I was not letting some kid get in my way. I have been groomed and trained for this since I was three years old, and I will not have those hours, bruises, broken bones for nothing. I was determined to come back a victor and to make my parents, especially my Dad who was a pass victor proud. I will do anything for that glory and approval. Even if Im up to my neck in blood, sweat and tears of my victims. My passions are driven by me, my father, the capital, the viewers. I had to prove myself to everyone. Day in, day out and this time. This time I will be the one who brings my district honor. Until the nect games come and I have to groom my kids that I mentor like how my dad groomed me.

    First day of training I was way to hyped. I got into that tight training suit and it oddly made me feel of home. Instead of smelling that heavy scent of musk and dust, It smelt of a factory, almost like bleach. I first looked at everyone,observing them while my partner from my district, a ugly one but a tough one was growling and making remarks about the tiny scrawny kids who were underfed . God they looked like a runt begging to be kicked in the stomach. I roll my eyes and I see Cato come up. I saw the tapes of everyones choosing and he looked like a beast, I gave him a nod and looked at the other careers who are all know over where I was, with my district partner Alyiah . I growl as I looked at the others. Guess this was my alliance. There were some iffy ones but the others looked in shape. We are the best of the best ( I mean hopefully) and if I couldn't get through the games with these guys, then what kind of man would I would be? Having a friendship with the equal interest of killing each other in the end sounds just perfect to me.


    im still interested in this dw!!! i will try to have a post up tonight. ive been super swamped with work of all kinds and im so sorry for the delay!!!

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    cato benedict ivelyn

    district 2, weaponry / 18 / brash, merciless, two-faced


    cato had been ready for this moment since his birth, practically. so when his name was called, he could hear the whoops and hollers from his family to the side. the youngest out of four children, and the only one to be selected for the games. running up to the podium, he found himself beaming on the stage, beaming. he glanced at the girl beside him, a raven-haired girl with pasty white skin, her arms crossed with a defiant sneer plastered on her face. she, too, had won. but he would become the ultimate champion.


    the celebrations commenced, and cato found it calming to watch the other player be selected. he shook his head. there would be no competition. the boys looked terrified to death and the girls couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds a piece. he almost wished that the choices had been different, that he would actually have someone to fight. nonetheless, he was sure the competition that he was about to enter would be over very, very soon.


    as he stepped into the training room with lona, his district partner, he caught the eye of nixon, who nodded at him. four. not very muscular, but there was something about him that cato couldn't quite place, comething that told him he needed him on his team. cato nodded back and turned away. of course, all the careers banded together at the beginning. for the most part, it kept them safe. then, after everyone had had time to bond and protect each other for a while, they would break up, and they would kill each other relentlessly. brutal, he knew, but it was the way it had to be.


    cato searched around for an unoccupied station, well aware that his chiseled figure showed through the tight suit. as well as he liked it, he nearly wished it could be a little looser, just so he felt like his movement wasn't restricted. an empty station caught his eye - knives. however, just as he was about to join it, a blonde girl stepped up and took his spot. instead of causing a commotion, he simply watched her throw the first knife, landing it directly in the target's heart. he placed a hand to his chin, thinking. perhaps now would be a good time to watch everyone else for the first fifteen minutes. he already knew what he was good at. he just needed to figure out his competition (i mean, if he could really call it that.) if he knew their strengths, he knew how to play them. if he knew their weaknesses, then he knew how to kill them. he knew that the games were as much strategy as they were skill, psychology as they were physical. and he was ready to win.


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    francesca marie leopold

    district 3, technology / 17 / collected, brave, methodical


    francesca would have liked to have had an emotion prepared to appear on her fact once she got selected for the games. after having six years of standing in the queue only to watch her peers chosen and murdered, you would have thought that she would have enough time to think this through. the opposite appeared to be true as a blank look crossed her face as she heard her name called. the name that meant so much to her. hers. francesca barely felt her body moving up to the podium. her footsteps leading up to the stage were heavy, off-kilter, like she was going to fall over. die, right here, right now, and someone else could take her place.


    the next few days seemed a blur. saying goodbye to her father was the hardest. make him proud, he said. don't kill anyone, he meant. her father was a doctor, one of the best in the country. he worked in the capitol. they knew her name, her face - it stuck out more than the others, the daughter of revered dr. jameson kelley leopold. she had been trained her entire life to save people, not harm them. her father didn't believe in the capitol's ways (her mother's opinion, while the same, didn't matter: she was dead). francesca couldn't believe the thoughts that her become her reality in just seconds. would she? could she kill another person if it meant staying alive herself?


    the suit, as she entered the training room, clung to her body in an unfamiliar but comfortable way, like that was the way she should have always been wearing her clothes. she could feel the eyes on her athletic figure as she walked across the floor. at first, her eyes gazed solely at her booted feet, and then they worked up to eye level, glancing around the space. francesca was tall, for a girl, standing at nearly 5'9". it gave her a good vantage point. the sizes and builds of every person in here was different - a girl from six who she recognized by the blue streaks in her hair; a tall boy from...four? high cheekbones, dark hair. bronte, from her district. her best friend. her first kiss. as she thought about it, he turned to look at her, and she quickly glanced away.


    francesca swallowed and glanced around the room again for something that she could work on. something she was extremely good at, that might intimidate the other players? one of her weaknesses that she could hope to improve? the brunette settled for a skill smack-dab in the middle, wandering over to a ropes-tying section in the corner, unoccupied. she looked up at the mentor manning the station, and couldn't help but to smile. "hello, toran," she said, recognizing the young man. winner from her district at fifteen, nearly nine years ago.


    "hello, francesca," he politely repeated back. "i'm sorry that we haven't spoken in so long and that we meet again under these circumstances," he said, sighing. "i take it you'd like to learn more advanced techniques past the ones i've already showed you?" a smile grew on Francesca's face as she nodded, allowing her nimble fingers to pick up a piece of rope and follow the instructions that toran was providing her with.

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    Vivian, District ten, 16



    I felt eyes on me and it was new, and I realized how much I wanted to not be looked at right now. I have been throne in to die and the least people could do was give me privacy. Annoyed, I grabbed more knifes and moved into the simulation. I felt myself get anxious as the electronic figures moved to me. I nailed them each on the head or heart, one after another, as they surrounded me, one came close and I slit its neck and when I walked out I felt changed. They wern't even real and yet I felt changed;almost bad for the electronic life I had destroyed. Another part of me was beaming, I was proving others that I was a higher district and I did that. No berry tests like most do around here that were higher up as they didn't know how to use a weapon and they were too scared to show everyone what complete idiots they were at it. I stepped out, and I let my hands slide on my hair that was pulled back into a high poneytail. My blonde hair was getting long as it eched a little bit higher than mid back; that would have to change.

    I see Cato, the brute male from district two looking at me, guess I stole his station, I see district ones male walk over to me and it was getting annoying and my shyness could't even stand this. " walk away" I say under my breath as I just did not want confrontation. I wanted to coward away and hide and just close my eyes but I couldn't. For once in my life I had to speak, I had to intimate; which frankly would be hard as I weighed too less and was about five feet tall. Nevertheless, I had to act rough even if it wasn't real and my irritation was getting to me and I felt myself about to snap- He touches my arm again and I pull it away and spat. " Do not touch me" And he gets all close to me " What? I can't hear you district ten trash" I felt myself raging. Do not cause a scene Vivian, You do not need the careers on you this early in the games. " For what its worth, I guess your district isn't so trash if they could produce something so.. so fine" I growled and I felt my self on him. I elbowed him and he took a deep breath and it was silent. " You going to regret that." He says calmly and then lunges at me, causing me to hit the floor and I roll so he would be on the bottom and I punch his face; hard. I felt two peacekeepers pick me up as if I was zero pounds and a child. " Stop it now!" They said and I finally put my feet down on the ground. " Do not touch me again" I hiss and he just smirkly puts his elbows up to prop him " you'll be saying that tonight" And I go for him again but the peacekeepers grab my arms once more.

    I walk away, angry and blushing as I just embarrassed my self but giving myself props as he had a black eye forming. The nerve of trying to touch me and making a comment about tonight just sat under my skin. I hated people touching me. That would be a weakness but the fact I almost tried to kill hi maybe put that as a strength. I go out in the hall to grab a water bottle and I leaned against the wall. What the f*ck did you just do Vivian.



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    Nixon , District four, 17


    I see Cato trying to do knives but instead the small blonde who was yelling at Ace early from district one. A horny little pr*ck i'd say but being careers we never commented on each others actions endless it was to each other or could get us killed. She was short and frail; she couldn't kill us. My eyes drifted over to district threes girl. Pretty on the eyes she was, but I found it strange as she went to the ropes with her old mentor rather than weapons. Being a career you had to show everyone what you were made of, to scare the higher districts and your own allies. I watched but I quickly began annoyed. The careers this year were not as built or aggressive as they use to be. I wanted Lyme or Enobaria but I got these chumps and it left me annoyed, but in the positive light, they were easily to kill; except Cato but I would deal with that task later. I would rather have him kill me then some twiggy little district 8 kid or a weak member of my alliance

    My attention was changed when I realized I should be doing something so I did target practice with my Axes. I could use any weapon, even a bow and arrow even though I was not the best at them; but axes... oo something about them. I picked the heavy metal up and threw it up and down in my hand a little as a adjusted my grip before flinging it into the wall. I went to grab another but I heard a commotion. I see the same district one boy; Ace grabbing the small girl and I was laughing at first but when I saw the little girl take him down and nailing him a black eye , the only thing I could say was " oh f*ck" and I walked over , near the ropes station where the easy on the eyes girl was;Francesca and I looked at them as the idiot Ace kept mouthing things off to her, even after the peacekeepers had to be the ones to step in. " Stupid stupid boy" I hiss to Francesca and I walked over to Ace and grabbed his shirt " Get in the game you horny kid. a 50 pound girl soaking wet managed to get on top of you. If you keep being this weak, Ill kill you myself first" I say and let him go, clearly agitated.

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    cato benedict ivelyn

    district 2, masonry / 18 / brash, merciless, two-faced


    cato watched the fighting unfold with a heavy sigh. this? this was his competition? surely the games would be over quickly. there was no competition. he watched carefully at nixon gave the brute from district 1 (ash? asa? he wasn't quite sure, since that was the only district reaped before his own and he was too busy making himself look beautiful for his own) a good talking to, and walked up to him with a satisfied smirk afterwards. it was traditional for districts 1, 2, and 4 to team up in the beginning - the "careers", if you will. cato wasn't sure he wanted to pack bond with district 1, but he certainly wouldn't mind having the fierceness of nixon on his team. at least, until he had to kill him, of course.


    cato placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, politely spinning him around. "i don't think we've officially met yet," he said gently, his voice dripping with honey and charisma. "i'm cato. it's traditional, of course, for one, two, and four to team up, but i suppose i should get to know my teammates a little first, yes?" he let a smirk settled on his chiseled features and the two talked for several minutes before cato sauntered off again, looking for something that he was good at, something that would intimidate the other players and let them know that he was a threat.


    the weaklings, of course, got picked up first, so they might ignore him for the first half of the games, while the strong weeded out the weak, and then turned on each other, until only the strongest came out on top. cato found himself at the axe-throwing station. district 2, masonry. he knew his way around heavy objects and even though he had never actually thrown an axe before, the practice came easily to him.


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    francesca marie leopold

    district 3, technology / 17 / collected, brave, methodical


    francesca, of course, tried to avoid the commotion and instead tried to focus on the knots that toran was showing her, surprised at how good he was at it considering he wasn't from four. nixon joined her by her side and made no comment toward him, instead focusing on the ropes. she was good with wires, hooking things up to one another, not ropes. a heavy sigh left her throat and she turned around just as nixon went to berate the boy from district 1 who had been harassing the girl from? 10? 11? it was hard to say, but she was small, runt-ish. she wouldn't last long. she looked like she hadn't eaten in days, and apart from the food provided from the capitol, that was probably true.


    wait, where had she gone? francesca glanced around the room and not seeing her, decided immediately she wanted the girl on her team. honestly. francesca could run fast, faster than anyone in this room, and she could throw a few decent punches, and with her knowledge of wires and how things reacted to each other, physics, yaddah yaddah, she could probably set a few traps. maybe, just maybe, she could win the games without directly killing anyone. yes, that would be ideal .


    francesca darted out of the room, into the hallway, where she found the girl. a small smile formed itself onto her soft face as she slumped down the wall across from the blonde. "i saw you take down that big guy out there. his name is ace. he's kind of an ass, so even if you didn't really hurt him, you probably shaved a bit off his ego," she said, laughing gingerly. "i'm francesca." she reached out her hand across the hallway, eagerly awaiting a reply.


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    Vivian, District ten, 16

    As I took a breather outside, I saw district's three girl come up to me; oh no this can't be good. I didn't need the career team even looking at me. I wanted to get out of this mess because I felt as if I was the only one who saw wrong in killing. I would kill to survive but I don't survive to kill. Most likely I would grab a bag, venture out into the woods, Maybe pick off one or two kids if necessary and waited for the careers to turn on each other. Realistically, I knew I wouldn't survive, and I would rather not live through this... I would be messed up.

    I gave a weak chuckle to the district three girl and I nod, " Yeah I hope I did. God trying to touch me like that" I say with a roll of disgust from my eyes and I lean away from the wall, " Im Vivian, Nice to meet you" I say as we both started to walk into the Arena. " Aren't you a career?" I asked, a little confused.

    As me an Francesca walked, I let my eyes wander to Cato, seeing him throne off which earned me a roll of my eyes as I dusted of my suit from me being on the floor earlier. I bet he could be nice... Maybe. Or maybe he lost his humanity a long time ago; he intrigued me.




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    Nixon , District four, 17


    I almost growled at Cato's perkiness. I see him go to whatever made him look great and I sigh. I wasn't the guy for this. I wasn't one to purposely show off. If the kids aren't afraid of me now, they will when my score will come out and if not then, then it will be when I push a blade against their neck until the beg.

    I growl at the thought as my eyes trailed off to the two girls; one of which who tackled the boyishly stupid Ace who I was dis pointed was my career ally. If I get too annoyed with him, I will kill him. If I get annoyed with Cato, I will have to suck it up because he'll be useful until about top 5 and then I would think about killing him when he sleeps. Eliminating the competition was completely necessary. I look back at the two girls and the brunette one caught my attention. " Hey" I said and motioned to Cato, " Why isn't the district three girl with us? She looks smart, she probably knows what berries we can or can't eat and hey she'll be helpful until we dont need her, and it will be easy.." I say to him as my eyes were kept on the dark haired girl who was honestly cute to me. I didn't know how I felt about a relationship three weeks before the game, but I thought a romantic fling could be fun. I'd rather of sex before I face the games and might die.

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    cato benedict ivelyn

    district 2, masonry / 18 / brash, merciless, two-faced


    cato shrugged, crossing his arms, letting his muscles bulge. "three usually isn't in the career pack. they do technology, nothing physical. they're not very strong." he stole a glance at the girl from district 3 - bony, tall, brown hair. cute, but not his type. not someone he could compete against. "look at her. she's a twig. bet you she won't last two days in the area." he chuckled and sauntered off, trying to form a game plan in his head.


    nixon was a good person to be paired up with. he felt it. he knew it. he and nixon, it wasn't unlikely that they would be the last two standing, and then it would be a grotesque face-off to the death. while nixon was skinnier than he was, anyone coming from four had a good amount of strength, even if they didn't show it. fishing was laborious work and anyone who did it needed muscles to help pull up nets, and tight muscles for swimming. cato just had muscles and mass and a wit to match the others.


    so that would be the plan, perhaps. he and nixon would team up within the careers and one night decide to take them all out, all at once, and then in the next half hour, there would be one victor remaining. he took a glance towards the brunette girl from three and found her sitting with the pip, the girl from ten. cato chuckled. sure, she did show some strength, but ace was a horny bastard. tributes from district 1 often were, since they had nothing else to do but laze about in their jewels. they would not be hard to take down.



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    francesca marie leopold

    district 3, technology / 17 / collected, brave, methodical


    "vivian..." francesca softly said. "that's beautiful." a gentle smile wilted onto her face, eyebrows knitted together. there was no way she could do this. she couldn't kill this girl. she could only hope that someone else did before she had to. and she knew that she would have to kill someone, in order to win. if she played it right, just one person. one person who, considering the circumstances, she might be able to get them to kill themselves.


    francesca knew her way around words. she knew how to get people to do things. simple manipulation. because who wouldn't do something for a girl with an angel face, who could turn on you in seconds? she didn't know. she didn't like manipulating people, but in times like this, it would have to be done. francesca looked up from her hands as vivian asked her a question. "a career? oh, no, district three usually isn't. we're 'too small'," she said, making air quotes with her fingers. "besides, nobody wants kids who deal with wires. they was brute strength. half of our district is starving. we don't have strength, but we have wits." she tapped her head, grinning. "brain over brawn, right?"


    she stood up and extended her hand to vivian, pulling her up off the ground. "come on. let's not waste any more of our training time," she said, towering over the girl. yes, she wasn't strong, but she was tall, and she was fast. "we're going to need it if we stand a chance." truthfully, francesca thought she could win. if she could kill, she could win. she had the smarts. she had the traps, the plans. but did she have the guts? she wrinkled up her nose. carefully, she scanned the room before stepping into again, catching Nixon's eye. four. self-centered. easily manipulated. she looked away and made her way over to the archery station, brushing up against him as she went, tossing an absent-minded glance at him over her shoulder, a small pout forming on her lips.


    //wanna skip to the arena? or if there's anything else you wanna put between the pairs

    I don't know , I want the liking between the couples grow more ya know ? Right now there very distant and maybe they grow close before the arena or somewhat close. If that may be during the interviews or a one night stand or what I dunno , it's your choice love

    i think cato and vivian wouldn't really form a bond before, but i think nixon and fran could have an implied one night stand if we want to have it happen and just not roleplay it out and we can just start with the arena?