Once a year(open artemisa)

Leonor Sea

The annual Hunger Games, just the word makes me shiver like the ocean does when a breeze is going across it. I know I am from a career district, maybe the biggest one in Panem, but I do not like the Hunger Games. It is strange for me because while everyone is so interested in their weapons and fighting, I’m only interested in, well nothing! Well, except for maybe telling stories because my mind is in the clouds all the day. Not that I spend the entire day looking at the sky because that would just hurt my neck. Instead, I actually stare at the water and watch the clouds. Now that is smart.

I slowly get out of my house to look for my knife and later on go ahead and practice on fishing because I need to be good for when I actually have to start working. And maybe that would be helpful if I ever get in the games. Now this is the thought of a career in training who hates blood or murdering, yet can think like one. How can that be?

As I walk around the street, I come across the beach. I really never come here, but when I do, it is crowded with people playing, fighting, and swimming around. It really hides the beauty of the beach, and quite frankly I do not like crowded places. It is one of the reasons why I pretty much never come out. If I do come, someone will usually want to fight me just because I am tall and appear to be strong which I am not.

And right now, it is utterly quiet. I bet everyone must be out in the District Square gambling and chit-chatting about who is the best one, etc. I frankly do not understand why do they start to make opinions on who will win and who is who without knowing them or not having seen them in their private sessions. Sure they get the scores from the Gamemakers to say on TV, but the nature of the Hunger Games is so unpredictable that you really do not know what will happen next.

Take for example these past two winners. You really would think that they are the ones to not care about since they were either blind or too little. And they seemed to be weak, but when farther in the games, they released their true colors by changing due to the situation. So the point is that you cannot really say who will win, unless you can predict the future like my aunt “supposedly” does. And the reality is that she just gets lucky and will often talk in riddles so that when she is wrong, she can say that you misunderstood her.

Yesterday, I was talking to the entire class about the scores and other things relating to the games since they are fans of it, and I usually have good opinions regarding them. First some of these kids got a low score. I personally think that those are going to be targeted first because it is unbelievable that anyone could get a low score unless they did it on purpose to hide how good they actually are. But of course that was a mistake on their behalf. And as for those who got high scores, well, they will be targeted big time and will have the respect of the careers up to the point when eight are left.

But enough of the games, since I’m just about to get to the beach and when I’m there, I do not want to think about that, I just want to go and find that knife I left around here somewhere yesterday, and fish later on with hopes of not being tackled by one of them again like last time. And there are only two words to describe that experience: utterly horrible.

When I finally arrive, I notice that there lies my knife right beside a girl that is sitting down in a curled like position. So that’s where I left that thing at! I think while smiling out of joy that I found the knife at last.

I am about to go ahead and grab the knife when I notice that there are a bunch of peacekeeper boats around in the horizon. I wonder why?

“Hey, do you by any chance know what the peacekeepers are doing out there right now?” I ask innocently to the girl that lies next to my knife.

Lonen Trision-
Waiting on the docks is stressful. That shrimping boat had a friend of mine on it, and it hadn't been found. Every Peacekeeper boat brings hope, just to have it dashed. Suddenly I hear talking behind me and I spinn around. Two girls sit there talking about what happened. Then I see one with a knife. I loosen my own knife and walk up.

"Hey." is all I can say. Having a friend potentially dead sort of closes your mouth. I sit down and start tracing shapes in the wood of the dock with my knife. I would normally introduce myself first, but I'm not in the mood.

OOC: Group try number two! LOL!!!

(writers block )

Nadia Tossia

I examine the girl, and notice that even though she's quite tall, she's a lot younger than me. She introduced herself as Leonor Sea, and she seems to be doing the nice thing. The boy seems depressed, and hurt. Poor kid, I don't know him but to me it seems like that boat meant somthing to him. But then the smoke appears, being the sailor here i try to explain.
"It could be a boat in trouble letting smoke off on purpose, somone could be on fire, or maybe somone's been found, and the position is being told to other boats."

Leonor Sea

"It could be a boat in trouble letting smoke off on purpose, somone could be on fire, or maybe somone's been found, and the position is being told to other boats." The girl says confidently while looking towards the boats.

I then take a look at the boats throwing dark smoke out in the now golden horizon. They somehow look like rain clouds, only that they are much closer to the water and not the sky. But it also seems that the girl does not know why the boats are doing that. And somehow this gives me curiosity to go and swim out there to figure out what is going on. Although, there is only one tiny problem: The shrimping incident and boats are far from shore, in deep and treacherous waters.

"Someones been found? Who? Where?" The boy exclaims, making me jump startled because I have not heard him talk at all except to say: Hey.

I then turn towards the boy and slightly smile as if to reassure him that everything is fine. And did he just ask who was found? He probably must be sad because he knows someone involved in the incident. This only makes me want to lie and say that everyone is ok and that the boats will come back with everyone in it. But right now there is not a single hint that they have found anyone. The only thing we do know is that there is smoke coming out of the boats.

“No, we were talking about why the boats were throwing smoke.” I say gently while pointing towards the rescue boats.

I then turn my gaze towards the sand and suddenly stumble upon an old boat sitting there. That is when I get an idea: What if we all go in that boat and see how the rescue mission is coming along? It sounds like a preposterous idea but maybe we could help out on our own. And maybe this will appease my curiosity for the incident.

“Hey, there’s an old boat right over there,” I say while pointing to the boat sitting to my left out in the distance. “Maybe we could take it and go over there to check what is going on.”

I then stand up and do not hesitate to walk over to the boat and begin to push it towards the shore, but it is way too heavy to push it on my own. I’ll just ask them to help me with it. I think while keeping on trying to push that boat out of the sand that is not helping me at all. Why can’t sand be like ice and cooperate with me for once?

“Um, guys can you both help me out here with the boat?” I say almost embarrassed because I do not think that both the girl and the boy are in the mood to be helping me move a boat out towards the water.

Shortly after saying my question, I remember that the girl and the boy have not mentioned their names out to me. But that really doesn’t matter. I mean, if they do not want to tell me their names, then it’s alright. They will tell me whenever they consider prudent to mention them. Although I can say that it is a little awkward to talk to people and not mention their names.

I then take a look at the girl and the boy and hope for them to help me push this thing towards the water so that way we can all go ahead and investigate what is going on out there. To see if there are any survivors out there or why is there smoke coming out of the boats. Well, that is if they both want to go with me and figure out the situation out in the horizon.

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Sorry for not posting earlier

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