The Children of the Night [DISTRICT ELEVEN REBELLION PLOT]

First, they came for my brother.

He was the practical joker of our family. Would never hurt a fly. They threw him into the games, and he got his head bashed in. We—my momma, my poppa, and my brother—fell apart. But we mended, because we were taught that this pain was sacrifice, that sacrifice was honorable, and that he had done the honorable thing. Benat Izar had done District Eleven proud, and we could be proud in turn.

Then, they came for me.

Just thirteen, I was supposed to throw my life to the capitol on account of honor. I would make the ultimate sacrifice because that’s all you’re supposed to do. But Iago stepped in. Not because he was honorable, or even wonderful. He did it because we were family, and that blood meant more to him than watching me die for something stupid.

Now they’ve torn the last piece from me.

Because I ran away—I didn’t want anything from District Eleven, the capitol, or anyone that told me the needs of so many were more important than any of us here. Well I learned that there is life outside these walls. A whole great big world where we can build something new, something that doesn’t mean we have to spend each moment of every day out in the fields, planting and tilling soil for crops we’ll never see. Rum Tum taught me that, and now he’s gone—dead like the rest of them. But I’m still alive.

And I am tired.

I’m tired of watching the other Districts celebrate a place that does nothing but take and take from us. Tired of all those good for nothing victors that wear their crowns and do nothing but cry, or gloat about how great they are. Well we’re starving, and dying, and cold. We’re not lucky and we certainly aren’t getting any better. We won’t get any better if we spend the rest of our days chasing after that last sliver of hope we think is dangling in front of us.

Benat always taught me that fate comes from the stars, not from other people. And nobody else can know what kind of journey my life is going to be—so why should I let anyone else tell my story? As long as I’m alive, I can fight to make this a better place for everyone else. Something has to be done about the cold, the hunger, the games that take away two every year until we don’t have nobody left. Should I be scared? Well, they can kill me but I’m not scared—I’ll see my brothers sooner rather than later, then.

The question is… who’s had enough?

Enough of the hot sun. Enough of not having nothing to eat. Enough of watching peacekeepers beat the tar out of anyone they feel like. Enough of feeling powerless, worthless, and less than.

We don’t have to listen to them for an answer. We just have to make one for ourselves.



Sampson Izar (Age 17) [ Zori] – Hailing from District Eleven, Sampson has a rich history with the games. An Izar by blood, his older brother was reaped and killed in the 63rd games. He was reaped for the 65th, and spared by his cousin Iago Izar-McClaine. He spent a year and a half wandering outside of the districts with his half-brother, Rum Tum Tugger, and discovered what’s been hidden. Two years back to District Eleven, he’s determined that the only way to fight the capitol is by any means necessary. There can be no winning through small measures, not when they can call in troops and haul away men, women, and children in the middle of the night. They have to be smart—to organize collectively, to target what’s important, and to strike at the most crippling of times. It’s why he’s turned to boys and girls his own age—the easiest to convince—to help him rise up.

He tells them that they’re part of an elite organization—one that has ties outside of District Eleven, supported by all sorts of folk. Not entirely a lie, but not true. He tells them they will bring more honor and glory to District Eleven than ever before—feverish, passionate dreams. He does not say these dreams, if executed, could lead to the deaths of hundreds, even thousands of people. For Sampson sees the war as the only option—destroy the crops of District Eleven, kill the tributes prior to a games, riot in the townsquare—as the beginnings of a revolution. Far be it that District Eleven become like District Thirteen: what is best is freedom, even if means death. They may be a ragtag group of kids, but perhaps they’ll do something a lot bigger than anyone thought them capable.

Kodi Purslane(Age 18) [open]—Kodi lives out on the bayou with his three sisters and mother. He’s the man of the house, his father dead long ago from a fever. His mother has been drinking as long as he can remember, and doesn’t do much more than brush the girl’s hair. He’s sensible, hardworking, and a jack of all trade’s. Living out on a secluded bayou has helped him become accustomed to hunting, trapping, and all manner of weed. The allure of rebellion is not as strong in him, but he was inspired by the passion Sampson had. Some time ago, Kodi took Sampson gator hunting—one of the few ways to get extra meat for his family. Sampson went on about a better world for his younger sisters, one where they could live without ever having to pluck corn they’d never eat. In truth Kodi wants his sisters to never have to struggle, and to not have to starve. He’s also the calming force for when Sampson gets too worked up. There’s a chance there’s something more here too—though neither is willing to admit it.

Kit Cocklebur (Age 16) [open] – She never suffered want or need as much as the rest of District Eleven. The daughter of a judge, her family has always held sway in District Eleven politics for as long as she’s been alive. The only child, she never suffered from hunger, and with both parents alive, Kit never had a want of love. She had everything that a boy like Sampson could not—and it was this perfect, little life that helped her hold up a mirror to all that was going on around her. Kit’s family could only protect her for so long from all the horrors: people dying of hunger in the fields, of boys like Sampson losing all those close to him. They met in the market and it was Sampson that told Kit she’d never understand what it meant to be a part of District Eleven. Now she is going to prove that she’ll do what it takes to change things forever. Little does she know that Sampson sees her as a key portion of his plan in manipulating those in power to get what they want.

Tapper Harrow (Age 15) [open] The older of two brothers, Tapper works primarily as a fertilizer of crops for District Eleven. His family is near the lowest on the totem pole of District Eleven—not even a planter or a picker, his family literally deals with shoveling shit across the crops. To say that he hasn’t been harassed by the other boys of the district is a gross understatement. It was Sampson who saw potential in him, even as the shy, skinny little boy that he was. That, and Sampson recognized that to create the type of handcrafted munitions he’d need access to what the Harrows used to create the noxious fertilizers for District Eleven. Still, he and Tapper have formed a sort of brotherly bond. Sampson may have been the youngest of his family, but with Tapper, he can share all his wisdom without reproach.

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If you have questions about the plot, please feel free to PM/post them—I intend this to be an extended plot! Also, original characters can be added to the group, just ask. Or until they’re all killed/hauled away/destructive.

HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0