The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell

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Candida Floe ~ District 7
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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:43:28 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:43:28 GMT -5

This is a story I wrote several months ago. No spell check or anything, so sorry if there are errors. Basically, this is in a world where Katniss didn't volunteer for Prim. Prim and Peeta died in the 74th Hunger Games, and District 13 attacked the Capitol prematurely, leading to the true destruction of District 13. Now the 4th Quarter Quell, the 100th Hunger Games, is here.

(I've written the whole thing, and there is no chapters, but I will break it up so it's not one giant 20,000 word post.

Here are the Reapings (this take place in 12 POVs, one POV for a tribute in every District.)

District 1. Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Lukas Doone’s POV.

I stand in the pen with the other 15 year old boys. I had to get up early for this, as always. It never bothers me, being here, because my father’s usually mayor and I’m granted secret immunity from being picked, as Snow favors my father. But he’s fallen from grace, and was murdered by rebels on a train back from the Capitol. So now I’m a regular kid, waiting in the pen.
The escort for District 1, a plump, fuchsia skinned lady named Lorelei Lavaliere, stands on the stage and goes over the rules of this Quarter Quell.
“For the 100th Quarter Quell, teams of 10 from each district, 5 girls, 5 boys, will be selected to compete in a special arena. Each team must try to defeat every other team. When only tributes from 1 district remain, those tributes are the victor/victors of the 100th Quarter Quell. If all 10 of a team survive and kill off all the others, those 10 will all be announced victors. Whichever District wins will have immunity from the 101st Hunger Games, and their tributes will be granted special presents every year until the 125th Hunger Games. Besides these new rules, it is the same as the other Games.”
I’m scared. 10 kids picked instead of 2. I know more Careers will be trying out this year because if our District wins, they’ll not be able to play in the next hunger Games. A few even younger Careers will also try out, just because they want to win a Quarter Quell. Lorelei flips a coin, calling heads. If it’s head,s girl’s go first. Tails, it is boys.
“Tails!” she shouts happily. Boys first then. Let’s get it over with.
“Da-“ Lorelei begins, but she is cut off by a voice in the eighteen year old pen.
“I volunteer!” a boy says, stepping forward. He walks up to the stage smartly.
“What’s your name, lucky volunteer?” she asks bashfully.
“Grand Matthews,” he announces fiercely. “18 years young.”
Lorelei laughs, and picks another slip.
“Ro-“ She is interrupted yet again. “I volunteer!”
A boy walks forward to the stage. “Amaze Dee,” he says. “17.”
She dips her hand back into the ball, pulling out another slip.
“Sterling Grafe!” she says. No one volunteers. A boy trudges forward.
“How old are you dear?” Lorelei asks.
“13,” he mumbles.
Lorelei fishes out another slip.
“Lukas Doone!”
I find myself walking forward involuntarily. I shuffle on stage and speak my age quickly.
“15,” I hiss before stepping back.
She calls another boy’s name. Iron Mendes, a tough looking sixteen year old, probably a Career in training.
“Girls!” Lorelei proclaims, fishing for a slip.
“Ne-“ she begins, but is interrupted. “I volunteer!”
A girl walks forward.
“My name is Lucia Gulborne, and I am 16.”
Lucia steps back and stands next to Iron. Lorelei picks another slip.
“Tr-“ she begins. “I volunteer!”
A girl walks forward, pronouncing her name and age loudly into the mic. “Deity Schwartz, 17!”
Lorelei laughs halfheartedly and picks another slip.
“De-“ she says, pausing after the first syllable, waiting for the volunteer. “I volunteer!”
A girl swishes onto the stage, waltzing over to the mic. “Aphrodite Moon, 17.”
Aphrodite steps back, and Lorelei reads another slip.
“Od-“
“I volunteer!”
A girl I know walks onto the stage, smiling. Goldie Matthews, my neighbor and my once best friend and girlfriend. She’s a Career?! How couldn’t she tell me?!
“Goldie Matthews, 15,” Goldie murmurs into the mic with a devilish smile that makes my heart soar. I know that smile all too well.
Goldie steps back and smiles at me. I blink rapidly back. She winks.
Lorelei pulls the fifth strip of paper, reading it all the way through, no volunteers this time.
“Nadia Mayweather!”
Nadia stumbled on stage, stating that she was 16. Then she backed away to stand with the rest of us.
“That’s it folks!” Lorelei announced happily. “Here we have our tributes from District 1: Grand, Amaze, Sterling, Lukas, Iron, Lucia, Deity, Aphrodite, Goldie, and Nadia!”
I walk backstage, and into one of the rooms. My mom waits inside. We hug and weep for a little bit, then we part. No one else knows me well enough to visit me.
I hug my mom again, and then I am escorted to the train, where the other 9 tributes and our mentor, Cashmere, are getting on. We climb on the train, and it shoot away, away towards the Capitol, a place I’ve only ever dreamed of in my best fantasies and my worst nightmares.

District 2, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Proserpina Woods’s POV.

I wait in anticipation, ready to call out my name. I wait with the other 16 year old girls. I am only 16. but I am ready. I will win, we will win.
Our escort, a beanpole lady with hair and skin dyed color of coffee beans, is named Hema. She has little black tattoos all over her body.
Hema, like most escorts, does ladies first. I shake with excitement and anticipation.
“Ha-“ she begins, but my voiced rings out loudly, covering up two other shouting voices. “I volunteer!”
I walk forward, then sprinting quickly, up the stage and to the mic. I shout my name exuberantly.
“Proserpina Woods, 16!” I yell. Then I stand back.
Two mores volunteers follow me; a willowy 16 year old I’m close friends with named Blythe Worth, and an 18 year old girl with bunches of muscle named Micah Daynes. Then Hema reads two other names of girls not rescued by volunteers; Malia Sayre, 18, and Selia Forts, 15. Malia worked at my training center but was booted from the place last year when she accidentally killed one of her opponents in a match. Selia is willowy, hippie-ish, and very beautiful, but not athletic looking at all. Then the boys.
4 volunteers; Masen Fitzgerald, 17, Lionel Gothner, 16, Cameron Weiss, 16, and Cody Daniels, 18. Then one regular tribute; a short, skinny little 12 year old named Matteo Bayne that makes me want to “aw,” he’s so cute.
Hema announces all of our names. “Representing District 2 in the 4th Quarter Quell, Proserpina, Blythe, Micah, Malia, Selia, Masen, Lionel, Cameron, Cody, and Matteo!”
We are rushed into the back. I say a happy goodbye to my parents, my little 13 year old sister Demeter, and my trainer, and then I board the train, happy, with the 9 others and our Mentor, Cato.

District 3, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Linnea Pyre’s POV.

I stand there stoically with the other 16 year old girls. No one wants to be picked.
Our escort, a stocky woman with lion like embellishments, is named Freya. She, like most escorts, does ladies first.
“Anna Draper!”
“I volunteer!” the girl next to me shouts. No. Not Madison, my best friend. Of course she’s volunteering for her younger sister.
Madison walks onto he stage and says: “Madison Draper, 16.” She steps back.
Freya calls out the names of 2 more people; Delia Maine, 12, and Marceline Pie, 17. Delia is short and stocky, and Marceline is taller, a little bit chubby. Then Freya calls out the fourth tribute.
“Linnea Pyre!”
I stand there alone for a few seconds, Peacekeepers march over and reach for my arms. I shrug out of their grip and stomp onto the stage.
“16,” I spit into the microphone, standing next to the other three. Freya announces the final girl.
“Daniella Bone!” she booms. Daniella says she is 17, and she stands next to me. She is tall and muscular, one of the only truly athletic people in District 3.
Freya then announces the boys. Samuel Gates, 12. Eamon Shep, 15. Rueben Gaines, 17. Baxter Jones, 18. Corey Baker, 15. Samuel is taller for his age, but still small compared to everyone else. Eamon is a little pudgy and is average height. Rueben and Baxter are minimally muscled and are handsome. Corey is a beanpole, skinny and tall, taller than even Baxter.
“The tributes for District 3: Madison, Delia, Marceline, Linnea, Daniella, Samuel, Eamon, Rueben, Baxter, and Corey!”
We walk to the back of the stage, where our families wait. I hug my dad and my twin 12 year old brothers named Casey and Atticus. Then I board the train with the 9 others and our Mentor, Beetee.

District 4, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Thalia Moore’s POV.
I wait expectantly in the 18 year old girl’s pen. I’m a Career; I’m ready to call out the phrase “I volunteer!”
The escort is a woman of average height and weight named Ceres. She always wears ocean-styled costumes and has ocean blue skin and hair, plainly telling everyone that she was District 4’s escort. She tried to pretend that she knew District 4’s native lingo. She did not know it at all.
“Dudettes first!” she exclaimed after telling us the new rules of this year’s games. Then she picked names.
“He-“ she began. I cut her off.
“I volunteer!” I screamed, jumping onto the stage. “My name is Thalia Moore, and I’m 18!”
Ceres smiles wonderfully and then picks more names. 2 more volunteers followed me; Careers. They are Abalone Danya, 17, and Ariella Smith, 16. I know both of them from the training center. Then 2 more girls are called; Mimi Umlatt, 13, and Serena Flatts, 15. Mimi is willowy and tiny, and Serena has some muscle and is average height. Then the boys.
There are 2 volunteers; Adam Perez, 17, and Gregory Patch, 18. They are both muscled and tall and handsome. Then the three others; Jedediah Downing, 18, Carlisle Chukowski, 17, and Azarias Dean, 17. Jedediah is muscled and tall; Carlisle is skinny and average height. Azarias is a Career in training; he was probably trying to hold out until next year’s games in case our District didn’t win this year.
“Our dudes and dudettes that will be riding the train track waves to the Capitol to represent District 4, dudes: Thalia, Abalone, Ariella, Mimi, Serena, Adam, Gregory, Jedediah, Carlisle, and Azarias!”
We walk backstage. I say goodbye to my Aunt Sara, who raised me, and my cousins Gracie, 19, Daniel, 16, and Vivian, 13. Then I board the train to the Capital with the 9 others and our Mentor, Finnick.

District 5, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Dinah Grae’s POV.
I stand in the pen with the other 14 year old girls. I pray so hard that I won’t be sent into the Games; I’m the only person left to care for my ailing grandmother, and without me she will probably die.
The escort, Melisande, has black hair, gray skin spangled with golden stars, and gauges in her ears. She, like most escorts, does ladies first.
“Giacinta Carrier!” Melisande shouts. Giacinta states that she is 13.
“Dinah Grae!” Melisande says happily.
I stand there, and the peacekeepers grab me. I scream and kick.
“GRANDMOTHER! WHO WILL HELP MY GRANDMOTHER?!” I scream, thrashing. They restrain me, placing me on the stage. I whimper, sucking back tears. I see Grandmother in the back of the crowd, bent down in tears. Who will care for her?
Melisande calls three other girls to the stage; Mitra Blaise, 18, Samantha Rowles, 13, and Azalea Graves, 13. Mitra is tall and imposing, Samantha is sickly looking, anf Azalea is shy and stubby.
Melisande calls the boys. Graham Cook, 13. Norman Hike, 13. JoJo Dillard, 14. Carson Trucker, 16. Jeremy Britcher, 17. Graham is average height and weight, Norman is pale and skinny, JoJo is very obese, Carson has some muscle, and Jeremy is a sack of bones. Our odds are slim.
“The tributes of District 5: Giacinta, Dinah, Mitra, Samantha, Azalea, Graham, Norman, JoJo, Carson, and Jeremy!”
I stumble backstage, where my grandmother and a Capitol official wait.
I cry into grandmother’s shoulder, and then the Capitol official tells me that they will take care of my grandmother as long as I’m alive in the Games. If I die, they will turn her into the streets to survive alone. If I win, she’ll be waiting for me.
I hug grandmother, then I board the train with the 9 others and our mentor, Jemima.

District 6, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Tristas Flamen’s POV.
The pen for 15 year old boys is sweltering. It stinks horribly of B.O.
Quayla, the escort for District 6, is tall, average weight, and has golden hair and ghostly white colored skin. She always insists on doing boys first.
“Tristas Flamen!” she calls out, and I stumble on stage.
“I’m 15,” I murmur into the mic, and then I step back.
The other boys are called up; Silas Brown, 18. Elijah Suave, a friend, 15. Garry True, 14. Tucker Cantes, 16. Silas is strong and muscled, but on the short side; Elijah is average height and weight. Garry is a little pudgy and is very short. Tucker is average height and weight.
Then the girls are called up. Nina Baye, my neighbor, 13. Laura Bauer, 18. Naomi Carver, 15. Willa Pier, 12. Sora McClaw, 14. Nina is short and has some muscle; she is a gymnast. Laura is tall and average weight; she looks imposing. Naomi has glasses and buck teeth and is on the taller and fatter sides. Willa is cute as a button, short and skinny. Sora is average height and on the skinnier side.
“The tributes for District 6: Tristas, Silas, Elijah, Garry, Tucker, Nina, Laura, Naomi, Willa, and Sora!”
Backstage, I say goodbye to my parents and my sisters: Flora, 13, and Bia, 12. Then I board the train with the 9 others and our mentor, Raphael.

District 7, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Dorian Saye’s POV.
I stand in the pen dedicated to 17 year old boys.
The escort for District 7, Deenah, was silvery hair and un-dyed peach skin, with at least ten large golden hoop earrings in each ear. She picks girl’s name’s first.
“Lilah Mintee,” she calls out. Lilah, tall and average weight, trudges on stage and declares the she is 16. Then Deenah calls out another name.
“Jacqueline Scayme!” Deenah shouts. A girl screams “I volunteer!”
A girl walks out, kisses who is probably Jacqueline on the cheek, and walks to the mic, proclaiming her name. “Kathleen Jacobs, 18. That was my best friend, Jacqueline, by the way.”
She steps back, and Deenah calls out the final 3 girls. Nikki Turnabout, 14. Birch Willows, 15. Gretna Mousey, 15. Nikki is average height and weight. Birch is just a little taller than average and is very skinny. Gretna is on the shorter side and is a little pudgy.
Then the boys. Louis Gree, 18, a friend, is called to the stage. I hoot in farewell. He is tall and muscled from work in the lumberyards, like me. Then a skinny little 13 year old boy named Johnny Capps walk on stage and states his name and age.
“Dorian Saye!” she calls out. I stand there, shocked, for a moment, and then I walk onto the stage.
“I’m 17,” I say plainly, then I stand next to Johnny, sharing a troubled look with Louis.
She calls the last 2 boys; Thomas Flores, 13, and Axel Johnson, 17, who I know pretty well. Thomas is tall and average weight. Axel is tall and skinny, except for his arms, which are thick and muscled from working an axe all day and night.
Deenah announces our names. “For District 7: Lilah, Kathleen, Nikki, Birch, Gretna, Louis, Johnny, Dorian, Thomas, and Axel!”
I say goodbye to my mother and my sister, Aspen, and then I board the train with the 9 others and our mentor, Blight.

District 8, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Rae Bedding’s POV.
I stand in the pen with the other 13 year old girls.
The escort, a purple and gold colored woman named Wynhompa, Wyn for short, does girls first.
“Rae Bedding!” she shouts out. I shuffle on stage
“I’m 13,” I gasp.
She calls out the others while I stand there, stunned.
Daisy Burke, 12. Gabrielle Santos, 18. Mandala Leave, 15. Lilith Shea, 16. Daisy is tiny. Gabrielle is short and wiry. Mandala is average height and weight. Lilith is a little short and muscled.
Then the boys. Shawn Board, a friend, 13. Timothy Saunders, 12. Leonard Bunkowski, 15. Benjamin Wilkes, 14. Castor Cunn, a friend, 13. Shawn is average height and has a little muscle. Timothy is short and skinny. Leonard is short and skinny as well. Benjamin is average height and weight. Castor is average height and has some muscle.
“The wonderful tributes for District 8: Rae, Daisy, Gabrielle, Mandala, Lilith, Shawn, Timothy, Leonard, Benjamin, and Castor!”
I go backstage and say goodbye to the orphanage Headmaster and to two friends. Then I board the train with the 9 other tributes and our mentor, Cecelia.

District 9, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Obadiah Foster’s POV.
I stand with the other boys in the 16 year old boy’s pen.
The escort, a woman colored all white, is named Winter. She does girls first.
Lena Josephine, 12. Alina Ree, 13. Clarisse Wallings, 17. Deborah Holmes, 14. Anais Runs, a friend. 16. Lena is tall and skinny. Alina is tall and average weight. Clarisse is tall and slimly muscled. Deborah is tall and skinny. Anais is also tall and skinny.
Then she picks boys. I pray I don’t get picked.
“Obadiah Foster!” she screeches.
I walk onto the stage slowly, murmuring into the mic. “I’m 16.” Then I step back, standing next to Anais. The others boys step on stage as they are called. Claude Grazzi, an enemy, 16. Jonathan Meyers, 18. Dallas Maverick, 12. Jessie Dioh, 13. Claude is, to my pleasure, short and very fat, but also very smart. Jonathan is tall and muscled. Dallas is scrawny and short. Jessie is average height and weight.
“The tributes from District 9: Lena, Alina, Clarisse, Deborah, Anais, Obadiah, Claude, Jonathan, Dallas, and Jessie!”
I say goodbye to my older sister, Reina, now 22, who raised me. Then I climb on the train with the 9 others and my mentor, Bedelia.

District 10, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Didi Teller’s POV.
I stand with the other girls in the 13 year old girls’ pen. I’m wedged between two beefy girls, and their sweat is getting all over me. I shiver.
The escort, a large pea colored woman named Berthania, Berth for short. She does gentlemen first. Unusual. I watch the boys take the stage.
Frank Truman, 15. Edison Loch, 15. Thad Bypa, 13. Zach Dorrance, 15. Soren Famkowski, 16. Frank is average height and is a little chubby. Edison is average height and very fat. Thad is tall and muscled for his age. Zach is average height and weight. Soren is tall and muscled. Then girls. I can see my mother in the crowd, wringing her hands. She’s only 30. My dad got her pregnant before he left for the Games. He died there. She can’t lose me too.
“Hyacinth Raye!” Berth calls out, and a girl stumbles forward onto her stage, stating that she is 15. Then Berth fishes out another slip.
“Didi Teller!” Berth shrieks. I hear my mom’s screams, and I see the Peacekeepers run to restrain her. I jog onto the stage, trying hard not to cry.
“13,” I whisper into the mic.
Berth calls forward three more. Bia Reynolds, an ex-friend, 13. Amalia Lordship, 16. Scylla Farmhouse, 16. Bia is average height and scrawny, like me. Amalia is tall and average weight. Scylla is average height and weight.
“The tributes for District 10: Frank, Edison, Thad, Zach, Soren, Hyacinth, Didi, Bia, Amalia, and Scylla!”
Just as she finishes, a gunshot goes off in the crowd. I watch my mom flop to the ground, dead, and I scream.
All the cameras are shut down immediately, and the crowds are funneled out as the Peacekeepers pick up my mother’s body. Two Peacekeepers restrain me and drag me backstage and onto the train. The others and our mentor, Sierra, follow soon after. Then we head off to the Capitol.

District 11, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Caspian Reyers's POV.
The pen for 15 year old boys is hot and stinky.
The escort, Forsythia, is a light blue haired woman with regular skin and several flashy eyebrow piercings. She does ladies first.
Zephyr Daley, 16. Norah Capone, 12. Tallulah Gregs, 16. Lana Tritch, 13. Maia Erks, 14. Zephyr is tall and skinny. Norah is short and skinny. Tallulah is tall and a little bit chubby. Lana is average height and weight. Maia is tall and average weight. Then time for the boys.
“Applebee Piedmont!” Applebee walks onto the stage and says he is 13. He is skinny and tall.
“Griffin Spimes!” A boy I know pretty well a few rows behind me walks onto the stage, saying he is 15. He is average height and weight.
“Caspian Reyer!” I stumble on stage and say that I am 15. Then I step back, standing next to Griffin. We share a depressed look. I watch the next 2 people come on stage.
Throne Gripes, 18, and Justin Biff, 12. Thorne is a tall hunk of muscle, and Justin is a tiny little boy with pale skin and a limp.
“The young men and women representing District 11 in the 100th Hunger Games: Zephyr, Norah, Tallulah, Lana, Maia, Applebee, Griffin, Caspian, Thorne, and Justin!”
I walk backstage, saying goodbye to my mom and my older sister Carmie, who’s 18. I also say goodbye to my girlfriend Nilla. Then I board the bus with the 9 others and our mentor, Seeder.

District 12, Year 100 of the New Panemian Era. Ravenna Mines’s POV.
I stand in the pen with the other 18 year old girls.
The escort, Effie, wears many colored wigs to disguise her naturally graying hair and much foundation to hide her wrinkles. She does, as always, ladies first. This is my last year, but I had to take out so much Tesserae…
“Ravenna Mines!” Effie exclaims. I stagger on stage. “I’m 18.”
“Wonderful!” Effie exclaims, then calling up the next 4 girls. Racquel Proctor, 13. Junie Spring, 12. Rheya Montauge, 16. Dahlia Fayce, 15. Racquel is average height and weight, Junie is tiny, Rheya is average height and is skinny, and Dahlia is average height and weight. Then the boys.
Damien Cliffe, 12. Oren Wu, 15. Jason Carmichael, 12. Andrew Ceakies, 14. Teodoro Diaz, 14. Damien is average height and weight. Oren is tall and skinny. Jason is short and skinny. Andrew is average height and is a little pudgy. Teodoro is skinny and tall.
“The tributes representing District 12 in the 4th Quarter Quell: Ravenna, Racquel, Junie, Rheya, Dahlia, Damien, Oren, Jason, Andrew, and Teodoro!”
I walk backstage to say goodbye to my parents and my siblings: Lilias, 21, Fiametta, 20, Finula, 19, Thayer, 17, Aquilo, 15, and Thessaly, 13. My brother Tristram was 14 when he was picked 2 years ago. He died in the Games, killed in the bloodbath.
After goodbyes, I step onto the train with the 9 others and our mentor, Haymitch.

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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:46:38 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:46:38 GMT -5

Narrator: The train rides are uneventful. The Career Districts, 1, 2, and 4, look at the other teams and decide who to pick off. The rest of the districts get to know each other and a few strategize. They all arrive at the Capitol, and convene at the Tribute Cenetr after being remade by their assistants and meeting with their designers.

Narrator: The teams step into the Tribute Center, into the training area. It’s been expanded and stations have been added. The Gamemaker, a woman named Capri Castille, tells the teams of the new rules.
“No fraternizing of the teams; if you ally with members of other teams in the Games, you, your team, and the other team you are making an alliance with will face a deadly obstacle that will probably kill most of you, if not all of you. Stations have been added; you will work at stations as a team. This is all about teamwork, tributes! Also, you will not be evaluated separately; your whole team will be assessed at once, and the score of your team will be posted to the nation. Let training begin.”

Lukas Doone: There’s a lot of fighting among the Careers as they try to decide which station to go to. Me and the other non-Careers—Nadia, Sterling, and Iron—watch. They finally choose sword station, and we set to work.

Proserpina Woods: I convince the team to go to archery, which Blythe and I excel in. Blythe and I are best friends; archery buddies in the Career training center, neighbors as well. We train.

Linnea Pyre: Our team sees the swimming station, and we know something’s up. We’re all smart; if there’s a big water station, they’ll definitely be water in the arena. And none of us know how to swim. We lunge over to the swimming station and start to train.

Thalia Moore: We go to tridents; it’s a no brainer. It’s the weapon that Abalone, Ariella, Gregory, and myself excel with. We train.

Dinah Grae: Our team decides to train with knives; they’re pretty easy to use. We train with knives.

Tristas Flamen: There’s not much left to choose from after Silas and Naomi stop arguing, so we go to the knots/fire-making station. We train.

Dorian Saye: We all rush to axes, where we train hard. Most of us have grown up with axes, so we’re good with them. We train hard.

Rae Bedding: There’s not much left, so we choose camouflage/trap making. We work hard.

Obadiah Foster: Our team claims the scythe station; I’ve worked in the fields before, and I’m okay with a scythe. We train.

Didi Teller: Our team ends up getting the awl/woodworking station. It’s boring, but I try to pay attention; knowing how to wield the tiny little awl could save my life.

Caspian Reyes: We try to go to tridents; they’re lie pitchforks, which we’re all used to. The District 4s get there first, so we go to spears, which are close to tridents.

Ravenna Mines: We end up at the pickaxe station. Little Justin and Norah can’t even lift the pickaxes; the trainer steals some knives from the knife station and shows them how to use those.

Narrator: They go to bed after training hard. They wake up the next morning; today they must show their skill to the Gamemakers, and they’ll be graded.

Lukas Doone: There’s two rows of seven dummies; we must fight them. They are robotic, and will try to evade our attacks. We take up swords, and rush them in a V formation, Grand at the center. He hacks apart two of them before anyone else reaches the dummies. We finish them off in two minutes. I find some satisfaction when I slice off the arm of one of the dummies and push it onto Aphrodite’s blade. She smiles at me, and Goldie pushes past her to smile too. It looks like Goldie’s into me again.

Proserpina Woods: We all take up bows. We stop fifteen feet away. Five people kneel in the front, and the other five of us, including myself, stand behind them. We fire arrows once, twice, three times, slaughtering the first line. The second line reaches us before we can shoot them all down, and we use our arrows to stab and slice. Matteo gets pinned down by a dummy, though; I send the arrow through its back. That dummy’s pin on Matteo will probably make us loose a point. We finish in 2 minutes.

Linnea Pyre: We did swimming, so they place us in the water with some foam dummies, giving us knives. We all paddle forward and push the dummies underwater or slice them apart. Delia gets pulled under by one of the dummies, and Daniella saves her, diving down and slicing the dummy’s throat. It takes us 6 and a half minutes to win.

Thalia Moore: We take our tridents and race forward, spearing the dummies on our tridents. We disembowel them all in a minute and a half.

Dinah Grae: We take three knives each; two smaller throwing ones and one bigger slicing one. They dummies lumber forward, and we rush forward, throwing our knives and slicing when we get in close range. The dummies wrestle the knives out of Graham and Samantha’s hands and throw them aside. I stab the one pinning Graham down in the back. It takes us 7 minutes.

Tristas Flamen: We make a line of fires, and we light them just before the dummies walk over them. The first seven flame up immediately, burning to a crisp. Then we use fishing lines, tied, to pull down three of the seven into the fire. Then we rush around other four. Garry, Elijah, and Sora grab sticks from the fires and stab the dummies with them, setting them on fire. One of the on fire dummies tackle Sora, but she gets out of the way and the dummy burns up all the way. We help put out the fires on her clothing. It takes us 6 minutes.

Dorian Saye: We rush forward with our axes, hacking and slicing. We take them down in two and a half minutes. Johnny gets knocked over by a dummy, and Kathleen hacks off the dummy’s head, freeing him. It takes us 4 minutes to win.

Rae Bedding: We make traps, setting them up in front of the dummies. Then we camouflage ourselves as the dummies turn on. We blend in with the walls and floor as the first seven are caught up in our traps. Two of the second line are entangled, and then the final five charge forward. We sneak up behind three of them and pull them down, snapping their necks. The final two pin down Timothy, Daisy, and Shawn, but the rest of us free them. It takes us 7 and a half minutes to finish them.

Obadiah Foster: We rush forward with the scythes, cutting them down in 4 minutes. A few of us don’t do well, but we do fine overall.

Didi Teller: We carve some stakes out of wood and use the awls and stakes to attack the dummies. We get pushed back a little bit, and it all falls apart after the first lien is demolished. We eventually win, but it takes way too long and too many people get trapped. It takes about 11 minutes.

Caspian Reyers: We use the spears, half of us throwing them. Three are taken out. The other four are taken down when we charge. Everyone rushes forward, some people who threw theirs pulling the spears out of the dummies. We kill the other seven with a few difficulties. It takes about 7 minutes.

Ravenna Mines: We use the pickaxes with some difficulties. Most people get pushed down once. Not me, though. We finish in about 8 minutes.

Lukas Doone: After every group’s shown their skill in front of the Gamemakers, we go upstairs. A few hours later the scores are posted. The voice of Caesar Flickerman announces the scores.
“District 1: 10.” We cheer. A Career score.

Proserpina Woods: “District 2: 10.” A good score. We cheer loudly; we can hear the District 1s shouting below us.

Linnea Pyre: “District 3: 7.” A good score. We all clap nicely.

Thalia Moore: “District 4: 11.” We roar. The best score yet, the best score that there probably will be.

Dinah Grae: “District 5: 7.” A good score. We hoot and holler a little.

Tristas Flamen: “District 6: 8.” A good score. Better than I expected. We clap, and I shout happily.

Dorian Saye: “District 7: 8.” We shout and hoot. A nice score.

Rae Bedding: “District 8: 7.” An average score. We clap.
Obadiah Foster: “District 9: 8.” A good score for District 9. We yell in happiness.

Didi Teller: “District 10: 6.” The worst score yet. I hiss, covering it up with exuberant clapping.

Caspian Reyers: “District 11: 7.” A nice score. We clap.

Ravenna Mines: “District 12: 6.” I hide a groan and clap.

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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:48:22 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:48:22 GMT -5

Narrator: The next morning the interview angles are decided, and that night interviews begin with Caesar Flickerman. The groups will be interviewed.

Lukas Doone: The ten of us sit in a mini set of bleachers, five seats on the top, five on the bottom. I sit on the bottom, to the right of the middle seat. Aphrodite sits on my right, Nadia on my left.
Caesar asks us some questions.
“Goldie, how do you feel about having one of the highest age averages of the Districts, third to be exact?”
“I think it’s great, because the older kids are stronger, smarter, and have more experience than us younger kids. But we’re all here to fight, and win.”
Caesar nods and turns to me.
“Lukas, you’re the sadly late Mayor Doone’s son, correct?”
“Yes,” I mutter, brushing some hair out of my eyes.
The crowd sighs in sympathy for me, and then Caesar moves on to the next kid. That’s all I get; I’m the little sad son of the murdered Mayor who can’t even stand up without help. I don’t listen to the rest of the interview.

Proserpina Woods: I sit in the middle of the top set of bleachers. Caesar’s already halfway through the interview. Cameron answered a question about how he feels about the age average. Second best out of all 12 Districts. Everyone else has been asked about family and about life back home in District 2. Now Caesar turns to me.
“Proserpina, which team do you think will be the hardest to trip up.”
My reply quickly flies from my mouth.
“Either 2 or 4. They have high age averages and the best scores from training, along with us. They’re powerful. Well, not as powerful as us.”
The crowd laughs, and Caesar turns away. I give an internal sigh of relief.

Linnea Pyre: I sit farthest to the left in the top row. I’m first, and Caesar asks me about how it’s like in District 3.
“It’s a lot of technical and mathematical stuff around there. School starts at age three until 19. You learn a lot. But we also get fresh air sometimes, and there is a lot of outdoor areas for us to enjoy. We’re not just hunched over our computers our whole lives.”
Caesar snickers along with most of the crowd, and then he asks Corey about how he feels about the age average. Fight best out of twelve. We’re in the top six. i space out after that, thinking about the Games.

Thalia Moore: I sit in the middle of the lower set of bleachers. After Caesar asks Abalone about how she feels about our District having the #1 age average and asking Carlisle about life in District 4, he turns to me.
“Thalia, who do you think will be the first to die on your team?”
Tricky. I’ll be defining boundaries by answering this. But my answer is easy. Little Mimi won’t stand a chance.
“Probably Mimi; she’s the youngest and weakest.”
Mimi’s eyes well up with tears, but she holds them back. I just sigh as Caesar continues with the interview.

Dinah Grae: I sit farthest left on the bottom row. First he asks Mitra about who she feels about us having the 8th age average. A few questions after that one, Caesar asks me a question.
“So, we saw your episode with your grandmother. We’re all wondering, what’s up?”
I choke up, but I fight through it and rasp out an answer.
“My dad died when I was four when the electrical outlet he was fixing shocked him. My mom died two years ago when I was 12 from cancer, and I’m the only one left to care for my grandmother. The Peacekeepers back home will take care of her until I return.”
If I return.

Tristas Flamen: I sit to the left of the middle person, Nina, on the top row. I’m asked the first question, one about how I feel about having 6th best age average.
“We don’t have the highest age average, but it’s okay. We still have some older people.”
I realize I should’ve said something more, but Caesar’s already moved on.

Dorian Saye: I sit farthest left on the top row. After the starting question to Louis about how he feels with our District having the 4th best age average, Caesar asks me a question about what I do back in District 7. I tell him that I work in the lumberyards, and he moves on.

Rae Bedding: I sit right of the middle person, Leonard, on the bottom set of bleachers. Caesar quickly pounces on the fact that our District, 8, is tied for last with District 12 for worst age average. He forces that question on Gabrielle, and then on Mandala and Timothy. They all say that age doesn’t matter; only score and talent does. Not that we have much of a sore or any talent.
Then he asks me about life in 8.
“I work in the factories to make Peacekeeper uniforms with the other orphans; we’re watched over by our recently appointed Headmaster Twill.”
Caesar nods as the crowd awes when I mention I’m an orphan. Then he moves on.

Obadiah Foster: I sit in the middle on the top set of bleachers. Caesar asks me the first question; how I feel about our District having the 9th best age average.
“I think age is unimportant; it’s about the skill of the tributes, not about how old they are.”
Caesar nods and moves on, and I sigh in relief.

Didi Teller: I sit farthest left on the top row. Caesar asks Scylla about how she feels about the age average of our District; 7th best. She says something I don’t listen to, and then Caesar addresses me, asking me about life in 10.
“I take care of the cows and pigs on a farm.” On my aunt’s farm, where me and my mom live with my aunt, uncle, and thousand cousins. Well, my mom doesn’t live there now. He’s dead.

Caspian Reyers: I sit in the center in the bottom row. Caesar asks Zephyr about how she feels about our District having the second worst age average, and then he asks Maia and Norah about home. Norah tears up. Then he asks me about the work I do in District 11.
“I work in the orchards, mainly apple and orange, but sometimes I also work in the peach and plum orchards.”
He moves on.

Ravenna Mines: I sit on the left of the middle person, Andrew, on the bottom row. Caesar asks Andrew about how he feels about our District being tied for worst age average with District 8. Then he asks Teodoro and Dahlia about home. Then he asks me about my family.
“I have my parents, and my siblings: Lilias, Fiametta, Finula, Thayer, Aquilo, and Thessaly. I also have two dogs named Roxy and Muddy, and a goat named Princess.”
Caesar whistles, and then moves on. I decided not to mention Tristram in my list of siblings. Mentioning him seems like voodoo, like the exact thing that happened to him might happen to me.
I really hope it doesn’t happen to me.

Narrator: The next day the tributes ride in large carriages to show themselves off. District 1 and their carriage is all bejeweled. Lukas is adorned with mostly jade, gold, and sapphires. District 2 wear costumes that look like different types of rock, and their chariot looks like rock. Proserpina’s costume looks like rosy pink granite. District 3 has brass costumes that look likes thousands of wires making up their clothing and chariot. Linnea’s wire dress goes over her right shoulder and falls down to her knees. District 4’s chariot looks like water, and the tributes are dressed up like fish. Thalia is dressed like a tuna. District 5 has bright electric yellow costumes in varieties of neon yellow and a bright yellow chariot. Dinah has one of the dullest costumes out of of the electric colored people. District 6 has a metal carriage and their costumes make up a sleek train. District 7 are dressed like trees, and their chariot is carved from wood. Dorian is dressed like an oak. District 8 are dressed in rainbow colors, in a variety of fabrics, and their chariot is multicolor. Rae is dressed up in yellow twill fabric, green canvas, red silk, and navy cotton. District 9 are dressed like pieces of wheat and their chariot is golden. Obadiah is a particularly tall piece of wheat. District 10 are dressed like pigs, cows, and chickens, and their wooden chariot is decorated with pictures of animals, cleavers, and feathers. Didi is dressed like a chicken. District 11 are dressed up like different fruits and vegetables, and their chariot looks like it is made of plants. Caspian is a cantaloupe. District 12 wear miner’s outfits, and their chariot is jet black. Ravenna is dressed as the head miner. Then they go back to the Tribute Center and go to sleep.
The next day they wake up and hurried off to the arena. Each team is lead into a hovercraft and they fly to the new arena, which has already been described to the Capitol residents. It’s mostly ocean. The teams will start in a wooden boat, positioned in a circle around the Cornucopia, which is on a small island in the center of the circle. Other islands can also be found around the arena. It’s about 90% water, 10% land.
The hovercrafts hover above the spots where the boats will be dropped. The tributes suit up and say goodbye to their mentors and escorts. Then they are dropped a couple feet into the wooden boat anchored below the hovercrafts. They find two large crossbows, each stocked with 5 large metal arrows, attached to either side of the boat, three day’s worth of food for 10 people, and four oars. The sail on the mast is white with a giant red number showcasing their District number. When everyone’s settled, the timer starts. At 1, the anchors are released, and the Games begin.

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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:49:05 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:49:05 GMT -5

Lukas Doone: The second the last number rings out, we jump to the oars. Iron, myself, Amaze, and Lucia row while Deity and Goldie man the crossbows. Grand and Aphrodite stand at the front while Nadia and Sterling crouch in the middle. The four of us start to row. To our right is District 6, and to our left is District 11.
We can see the Cornucopia just on the horizon, glistening, shimmering in a mirage. I row harder.
And that’s when Deity screams, gripping the crossbow bolt launched from a boat cutting across towards our boat. A large red 4 is on the sail. The District 6 boat is moving as fast as it can from the District 4 boat, towards the Cornucopia. It doesn’t go towards them. It wants us.
Deity is dead in moments, toppling over the side of the boat. Two other cannons fire before hers. The air will be full of cannon fire today.
Goldie, on the left side of the boat, aims the crossbow and fires. The bolt shoots through the air and hits the sail. It bounces right off, toppling onto the deck and smashing someone. No cannon fires. The sails must be strong; they want us to know who’s who.
Another bolt comes from the District 4 boat, sailing over our boat and plopping into the water twenty feet behind us. We return fire, and the bolt misses the boat by about ten feet. Then we both fire at once. Our bolt clips their mast, and theirs hits Iron in the shoulder. He yelps and falls from the oar. Nadia jumps to take his place.
They fire two in succession. The first clips the front of our boat; thankfully it is a part out of the water, so we won’t sink. The second unseals overhead, ruffling my hair with is passage.
We fire our last two bolts on Goldie’s side as they row, turning around so they can fire from the other side. The first one bounces off the sail and into the water. The second one hits someone, and a cannon rings out. Other cannons have been firing too.
We turn around as well, and then the full crossbows are facing each other. They get a shot before we’re turned around fully, and it hits the water feet from the side of our boat, spearing the floating body of Deity and pulling her under. But the bolt clips the bottom of the boat as it sinks, and water starts to seep up onto the deck. Sterling yelps and drags Iron away from the pool. Grand barks at him, and he starts to bail out the water with his hands, leaning over the side.
That makes him the perfect target, and little Sterling is hit right in the head by the next bolt from the District 4 boat as Aphrodite fires two bolts in succession, both of which miss. He topples into the water as his cannon fires.
Aphrodite’s next two shots and their next two shots all miss. We both only have one bolt left. We fire them at each other, ours firing a few seconds later. Ours hits the side of the other bolt, and they both tumble into the ocean halfway between both our boats.
Without weapons, we both start to row towards the Cornucopia, but as we get closer we see the District 2 sail protruding from their boat. It’s beached on the Cornucopia island, and they’re protecting it from others. We’ve already lost Deity and Sterling, and Iron is injured. We decide to leave the Cornucopia. District 4 keeps heading straight towards the Cornucopia even though they have one injured and one dead. I wonder who’s dead.
Our boat head left, just a random guess. We sail forward, until a smudge of land appears on the horizon. We row faster, trying to reach the land before nightfall. We hit the beach by nightfall, and we just let the boat drive up onto the beach; we’re too tired to anchor it in the water like you’re supposed to.

Proserpina Woods: District 8 is to our left, 11 to our right. I take the crossbow to the left, and Lionel takes the right one. Cody, Masen, Malia, and Micah row while Blythe, Matteo, and Selia sit in the center of the boat. Blythe wants to do something. She’ll be fighting soon.
The seconds before the Games start, I turn to my teammates.
“I can hit the District 8 boat the second the games start. It’ll sink, and that’ll get out most of a District.”
Everyone agrees, and I stand before the crossbow, ready to fire.
The second the music sounds, I fire. The bolt slices neatly through the hull of the boat, and the water comes pouring into the District 8 boat. I starts to sink immediately.
Then the rowers go fast, and our boat soars forward towards the Cornucopia. We’re the first ones there; District 6 is close behind.
We jump out of the boat, running towards the Cornucopia. I’m the first one there, and I grab a golden bow from the back, slinging a quiver over each shoulder. Masen takes a sledge hammer and Cody takes a sword, and they head out to protect our boat. Blythe has a silvery bow in her hands, Cameron has a sword, Micah has a metal pronged spear, Malia has a belt of knives slung across her waist, Matteo clutches a dagger, and Selia has a mind crossbow strapped to her hand. Then the District 6 boat hits the beach.
I release an arrow, and it slices through the head of one of the District 6 people. Blythe’s arrow hits someone in the abdomen, and they flop into the water, falling and drowning to death. Another arrow nicks the shoulder of a third person, and Blythe’s second arrow hits the sail of their boat and shatters upon impact.
By that time Cameron, Micah, Malia, Matteo, and Selia have reached the District 6 boat. I launch another arrow into the chest of another District 6 person as they use their mounted crossbows to fire a bolt into Malia’s side. She topples, and her cannon booms seconds later.
The District 6 boat starts to head back into the water, the oars pushing off of the sand, as the others reach the beach. Selia sends one of her mini hand crossbow bolts into the neck of another District 6 person, and a knife from Malia clangs against the side of the boat as it plops back into the water. Blythe’s arrow takes out another person on the boat as the row away. My final arrow scratches the hull, and Blythe’s hits someone in the side. Then their boat is gone, out of range.
The same thing happens with District 9. Their boat hits the beach, and my arrow kills the person standing at the front of the ship. Blythe’s cuts across the shoulder of someone else. A third person is hit by a bolt fired from our boat, also still on the beach. Cody and Masen still guard our boat.
Blythe take out one person, and I take out two. District 11 beaches next. My arrow slices through two people, and their boat is already pulling out by then. Our boat fires two more bolts, and four people are taken down by them.
Then we turn away to see people scurrying away, stolen weapons and supplies in their hands. Blythe and I each shoot two. District 7. Their boat pulls out and rows away quickly.
District 10 comes next. The second it beaches, Cody fires our final bolt into the hull of the boat, making a giant tear. The people aboard don’t see it, and after Blythe takes out 2 of them and I kill one, they pull out. The second they hit water, their boat tips as water fills it. I fill them with arrows as their boat sinks. The boat hits a rock underwater, splintering into a mess. I don’t know if any of them survive.
District 4 is the last one. They stop just out of my range and turn around. Masen fires the other crossbow and hits someone on the deck. They flop into the water, and their entrance into he water is punctuated by a cannon.
We sit there as night falls, enjoying the taste of victory.

Linnea Pyre: District 10 is to our left, District 9 to our right. We head straight away from the Cornucopia, and we row out fast. I man the crossbows along with Eamon. Daniella, Madison, Reuben, and Baxter row. Marceline stands at the front, telling us about obstacles in the water. Corey, Samuel, and Delia huddle together in the middle of the boat.
As we row forward, spires of rock jut out of the water, making it hard to navigate. But since Marceline has such a sharp eye, we avoid them all without any deaths or without losing the ship.
We find an island near nightfall, and we set up camp there, running the ship aground on the beach.

Thalia Moore: District 6 is to our left, District 5 to our right. We see the District 2 boat next to the District 6 boat, and we row straight towards it, ignoring the 6 boat. I sit, rowing, with Adam, Jedediah, and Gregory. Carlisle and Ariella man the crossbows, and Abalone stands at the front. Mimi, Azarias, and Serena crouch in the center of the boat.
Ariella fires and hits someone on the District 2 boat. The person topples into the water.
They return fire, and the bottle hits the sail and bounce off, crushing Serena’s leg. She moans and lies there.
Ariella fires again, and the bolt soars over the boat. Their return fire misses, too. We fire at once; our bolt hits someone in the shoulder while there’s clips our mast. The next two shots from us don’t do anything.
Their two shots are fired. The first smashes into the sail and bounces into the water, but the second hits Abalone. She screams and falls into the water as her cannon fires.
We turn the boat around after we fire all our bolts, and they do the same. We shoot another bolt from the other side, now manned by Ariella, and it hits the body of the first person killed, pulling her under and clipping the bottom of the boat.
The next bolt hits someone leaning over the side right in the head, and their head explodes in a bloody mess as their cannon booms. They fire two bolts, both of which hit the water in front of our boat.
Ariella fires two shots, and they do, too. All four miss; their’s are either too short or too long, while Ariella’s either slice into the water in front of or behind the boat.
We each only have 1 more bolt. We fire, and they fire seconds later. The bolts collide midair and tumble into the water between our boats.
We float there for a few moments, and then both of our rowers start to row vigorously, myself included. Our boats soar across the choppy waves, heading towards the Cornucopia.
It soon becomes that the Cornucopia has become occupied by District 2. District 1 turns back, and we keep heading forward. The other rowers slow as they watch the District 10 people start to sink, and we watch as the vicious District 2s turn to us. One of the two archers in front of the Cornucopia releases an arrow that splashes into the water a few feet ahead. We all stop rowing, and, in silent consensus, we turn around, rowing hard. But their boat, on the beach, fires a crossbow bolt as we row away, and it slices through Adam. He doesn’t even scream, falling into the water, dead, as his cannon booms. We keep rowing, Azarias taking his place.
By nightfall we see a small little island, a small strip of seawater separating it from a larger chunk of land. We decide to go to the smaller island; there’s definitely a big group or two on the big chunk of land, and we need to recuperate before go attack there.
We reach the small island as night falls fully, letting the boat beach itself on the island, and the sky lights with the faces of the dead.

Dinah Grae: District 4 is to our left, District 7 to our right. When we see the two heavily prepared Districts surrounding us, all the boats posted to spring towards the Cornucopia island, and the smudge of land on the horizon, we decide to go for the land and safety.
The second the music plays, we row hard for the land. I stand at the crossbows with Azalea. Mitra, Graham, Jeremy, and Carson row. Norman, Samantha, JoJo, and Giacinta crouch in the center of the boat. We reach it after about an hour of hard rowing.
We find an anchor next to the food and water, and Jeremy and Carson start to heft it overboard. Then we’ll walk through the knee deep water to the land.
Something warns me staying out on the water is not the right idea, and I sharply tell them to get the ship on land. They look at me, annoyed, but pull up the anchor. Then we row the boat onto the beach.
JoJo, in his happiness of having survived the first day, cannonballs into the shallow water off of the back of the boat. I yell at him to stop, but it’s too late. The second his body breaks the surface of the water, a giant black and green snake like creature leaps out of the murk and chomps him in half, eating his head before slithering into deeper waters. JoJo’s cannon rings in my ears.
Everyone quickly scurries onto the beach, lugging the food and water along with us. The beach goes on for a few hundred feet, and then a jungle starts. We set up camp at the edge of the jungle, not daring to set a fire in case anyone else is close by. Everyone seems to respect me more after I predicted the hidden threat in the water. Sadly my theory had to be proved by one of our team dying. At least we’ll have a little bit more food.
We sit there as night sinks in, eating our small rations of food and water.

Tristas Flamen: District 1 is to our left, District 4 to our right. Stuck between two Career teams. We’re probably dead.
I sit at the oars with Silas, Laura, and Tucker. Naomi and Nina man the crossbows, and Garry, Willa, Elijah, and Sora huddle in the center of the boat.
We make a beeline for the Cornucopia after last second is over. District 4 cuts behind us, heading to intercept the District 1 boat. Good thing there’s better targets than us.
We reach the Cornucopia island to find it already claimed by District 2. The second we hit the beach, two archers release arrows. One arrow hits Willa in the head, and the other hits Naomi in the abdomen. She falls into the water, drowning quickly. Two more arrows come; the first scrapes Sora’s shoulder; the other shatters against the sail.
Nina use her crossbow shoot down one of the District 2s rushing towards the boat while another arrow from the archers slices through Tucker’s chest.
Silas, Laura, and myself use the oars to push off of the beach, trying to get to open water. One of the District 2s uses a hand crossbow to shoot Elijah in the neck. His cannon bangs. Four more arrows come; two miss, one slices through Garry’s head, and the last one pins Silas to the deck of the boat.
Nina and Sora take the open rowing position and we row out, back the way we came, By nightfall we find a ribbon of land, and we beach the boat on the beach, climbing out as the dead play across the sky.

Dorian Saye: District 5 is to our left, District 10 to our right. I sit at the oars with Axel, Louis, and Kathleen. Birch and Gretna man the crossbows, and Johnny, Nikki, Thomas, and Lilah crouch on the deck.
We see plainly, as we row towards the Cornucopia, that District 2 is the first to claim the place. We row to the backside of the island, which is rocky and dark, with large rocks poking out of the water. We anchor the ship a few feet from the island and walk through the thigh deep water onto the island. By this time the District 2s are to preoccupied fighting the District 11s to notice us sneak in and steal weapons and food. Everyone goes; this is an all or nothing mission.
I grab three axes, a bow, and a backpack full of ration packets, and I dash for the boat. Everyone else runs, too, as the District 2s notice us.
4 people don’t make it back, shot down by the two archers standing close to the Cornucopia; Axel, Thomas, Lilah, and Johnny. Nikki takes Axel’s place at the oars, and we row out until nightfall where we find a tiny little islet. We leave our boat anchored a foot or two out from the beach.
We pass out weapons and food; we have a lot. We bring it all onto the beach. I take two axes, Nikki takes a belt of knives and a sword, Louis takes a spear and an axe, Gretna takes the bow I found, Kathleen has two swords, and Birch takes an axe and a serrated dagger. We also have enough food to last us two or three weeks.
Night falls fully, and we light a teeny little fire as the dead dance across the sky.

Rae Bedding: District 12 is to our left, District 2 is to our right. We don’t even have a chance; the second the countdown is over, District 2 sends a bolt right through our hull, and the boat’s underwater ten seconds later.
Everyone screams and flails as the water pours in; they can’t swim.
Thankfully there was a pond behind the orphanage in District 8, and we were required to learn how to swim in it. If I hadn’t done that, I would be dead, drowning.
As the boat sinks fully underwater, splintering against some sharp rock below, I grab hold of the nearest person; Lilith. I drag her along through the water, and by nightfall we reach a little island.
I’m so tired that after I drag myself and Lilith onto the beach, I fall asleep.

Obadiah Foster: District 3 is to our left, District 12 to our right. Jonathan, myself, Claude, and Anais row. Clarisse stands at the front, telling us of obstacles. Lena and Deborah man the crossbows. Dallas, Alina, and Jessie crouch in the center of the boat. The second the music plays, we row forward quickly towards the Cornucopia. When we get there, District 2 has already claimed the island. District 6’s boat is pulling out quickly, but we still go in.
The second our boat beaches itself on the sand, Clarisse is hit in the chest by an arrow, and she falls, dead, onto the beach as her cannon booms. A second arrow slices across Claude’s shoulder. Then the District 2 boat’s crossbow shoots a bolt, hitting Jonathan in the side, and his cannon booms loudly as he is propelled into the water by the blow.
More arrows come. Lena is speared in the chest, an arrow slices across Dallas’s throat, and Alina’s head is skewered on the third arrow. We push off of the beach as they are killed, and we row away as their bodies slip off the boat one by one, plopping into the ocean.
We row hard. Jessie takes Jonathan’s spot, and Deborah relieves wounded Claude of his duty.
By night we reach two twin strips of sand with trees on them. We settle on the first one, anchoring the boat in the water a few feet out from the beach. We settle down on the beach, eating some rations, as the dead flash across the sky.

Didi Teller: District 7 is to our left, District 3 to our right. We row forward the moment the countdown ends. I crouch in the middle of the boat with Thad, Bia, and Zach. Soren, Scylla, Frank, and Edison row, while Hyacinth and Amalia man the crossbows.
When we reach the Cornucopia, it is obvious that District 2 has taken control. The second our boat hits the beach, I see a bolt from the District 2 boat, on the beach, tear a big rip in our hull. Before I can tell anyone, though, arrows come raining down, and Frank, Bia, and Zach are killed. The boat pushes off into the water.
It sinks the moment it hits open water, and I thank my mother that she made me learn how to swim as water swallows the boat. My dad drowned when he died in the games, so she made me learn how to swim just out of fear. Thanks Mom. Seriously.
The boat has hit something underwater, and I grab a floating wooden shard and the nearest person; Thad. I drag him onto the piece of wreckage, and I scan the wreckage. One figure swims towards us, but other than that the water is still. Everyone else is dead.
Scylla’s head pops out of the water. She can swim, too. We take turns dragging the wooden shard with Thad on it as we swim away. Eventually, by late night, as the faces of the dead run across the sky, we reach a small island. We collapse on the fringe of the forest, pulling ourselves into the leaves and falling asleep.

Caspian Reyers: District 2 is to our left, District 1 to our right. The second the countdown ends, we row forward quickly towards the Cornucopia. District 2 shoots a bolt into the District 8 boat, making it sink. Then they row away twice as fast we are rowing. District 1 boat and District 4 boat clash some distance away. We keep rowing. I row along with Thorne, Zephyr, and Griffin. Tallulah and Lana man the crossbows. Maia, Justin, Norah, and Applebee sit in the middle of the deck as we row forward.
By the time we reach the Cornucopia, District 2 has taken control and has fended off attacks from several other teams. We hit the beach, and then an arrow shot from the shore slices through Applebee and Justin, killing them. We push off then, sliding back into the water. Two shots from their beached boat collides with four people on the deck: Tallulah, Thorne, Griffin, and Maia. Lana and Norah jump to the abandoned oars, and we scissor across the water away from the Cornucopia. We head out towards the direction we came from. The District 1 boat glides along several thousand feet ahead. Soon two pieces of land appear; a large, forested one, and a smaller, sandy one with minimal foliage. District 1 has already beached themselves on the bigger island, so we skirt the larger island and set up camp on the smaller one. The boat slips onto the sandy beach, and we jump down, taking the supplies with us. Just the four of us. We find solace under the only tree on the island, a papaya tree, and we eat our rations as the sun sets, the nigh floods in, and the tributes rush across the sky.

Ravenna Mines: District 9 is to our left, District 8 to our right. The second the countdown is over, District 8 starts sinking. We row away as fast as we can from the Cornucopia while District 8 sinks and District 9’s boat slides across the waves towards the Cornucopia. I row with Oren, Andrew, and Rheya. Teodoro and Dahlia man the crossbows, and Junie, Damien, Jason, and Racquel crouch in the center of the boat.
Near sunset land appears on the horizon, but then dark shapes blot out the setting sun. Giant eagles. They swoop down towards our boat, and one picks up Junie, tearing off her arm. She screams as she is dropped some five hundred feet away, quickly drowning to death.
Dahlia aims the crossbow at the nearest eagle and sends a bolt through its chest. The birds spirals through the air and slams against the water as its three friends dive-bomb us. One snatches Teodoro and rips him apart. His cannon is deafening. Another tries to grab me, but I duck out of the way, and its claws find nothing but air, and its breast finds itself bleeding from a bolt moments later.
The second eagle falls into he water, dead, and the other two retreat, but they dive-bomb one more time. One’s claws rake across Racquel’s thigh, and the other one snatches up Oren, dumping him in the water. Thankfully he knows how to swim, like me, so he swims back to the boat as the eagles disappear on the horizon.
We make it to the island by nightfall, and we anchor our boat a few feet from the shore. We climb out, onto the beach, and we watch the dead play across the sky.

Broadcast (No POV): “Welcome, everyone! The 100th hunger Games has started of with a bang, if you know what I mean!” Caesar Flickerman declares, rousing a sharp laugh from Claudius Templesmith.
“First, let’s review the deaths of the first day,” Claudius says. “Then we’ll talk about the favorites and odds.”
“From District 1, Deity Schwartz and Sterling Grafe. From District 2, Malia Sayre. From District 3, no one! From District 4, Abalone Danya and Adam Perez. From District 5, JoJo Dillard. From District 6, Tucker Cantes, Naomi Carter, Garry True, Elijah Suave, and Willa Pier. From District 7, Thomas Flores, Axel Johnson, Johnny Capps, and Lilah Mintee. From District 8, Gabrielle Santos, Castor Cunn, Timothy Saunders, Daisy Burke, Benjamin Wilkes, Leonard Bunkowski, Shawn Board, and Mandala Leave. From District 9, Lena Josephine, Alina Ree, Dallas Maverick, Clarisse Wallings, and Jonathan Meyers. From District 10, Soren Famkowski, Bia Reynolds, Hyacinth Raye, Edison Loch, Frank Truman, Zach Dorrance, and Amalia Lordship. From District 11, Tallulah Gregs, Thorne Gripes, Applebee Piedmont, Justin Biff, Maia Erks, and Griffin Spimes. From District 12, Junie Spring and Teodoro Diaz. 43 dead in the first day. 77 left. At least two people are still alive for each team, but District 8 is close to becoming a solo team. The only survivors of their shipwreck were Lilith Shea and Rae Bedding, and Lilith isn’t doing well at all. They’re on the same small island as the three survivors of the District 10 shipwreck; Thad Bypa, Didi Teller, and Scylla Farmhouse. Thad is recovering slowly, and Didi and Scylla are fine. If I had to bet, the 10s would probably win if there was a fight between the two groups. Not just because of numbers, but also because they are overall much more healthy. What do you think, Caesar?”
“You never know. Desperateness might be able to push Rae enough to defend herself and Lilith, if Lilith survives the night. Now, I just have to talk about District 3! The only District without any deaths! They navigated those waters like pros! The only other Districts that came close were Districts 2 and 5, who both only lost one person. Every other District either lost 2 or more people today. District 3’s climbing the polls as a nationwide favorite!”
“Speaking of the teams who lost only one member, look at District 2! Held their own, mostly, at, ah, how many attacks? 4, 5 if you count District 4, 6 if you count District 4 and District 7. Still, they held their own, only losing about a fourth of the supplies form the Cornucopia and one team member! And District 5, who made it to a safe haven only to have a dumb team member dive into water that obviously didn’t look right. Was he suicidal? I’ve have to re-watch that reel tonight.”
“How about District 1 and District 4? That battle had me on the edge of my seat! To me, District 4 came out victorious because they only lost one person to that battle. Adam was killed by a bolt from District 2, if you don’t remember. And District 4 and District 1 have both made it to land. Everyone has, surprisingly. District 1 is close to the survivors from District 11; I’m just praying for a confrontation.”
“Me too, Caesar. Will Zephyr, Lana, Caspian, and Norah be able to survive an attack from District 1? I actually think so. Their boat has both crossbows fully loaded, while District 1’s crossbows are empty. And neither have weapons from the Cornucopia, so my bet is District 11.”
“It does seem logical that District 11 would win that fight. A year of firsts; District 3 the only District without deaths, and the possibility of a poorer District besting and killing off a whole vessel of Careers? This is sure an exciting Quarter Quell, Claudius.”
“Yes, indeed. Now, how about that little stunt District 7 played? Ingenious! Though they lost 4 team members, they’re fully armed and have enough rations to last five weeks!”
“Yes, smart indeed, Claudius. Then there were all those Districts that attacked the Cornucopia, lost a lot of team members, and withdrew from the Cornucopia. Those Districts are Districts 4, 6, 11, 7, 10, and 9. 4, 6, 11, 7, and 9 escaped with their boats, but District 10’s boat was sunk. 6, 9, 10, and 11 all have some chance, I think. They still have several members, and rations, as well as partially or fully loaded crossbows.”
“And how about District 12, only missing 2 members? I think they have a good chance of victory, too.”
“I agree.”
“Now, to the polls! We asked two questions: Which team do you think will win, and which team do you want to win? First, which team do you think will win. Districts 2, 7, and 4 top the list. 8, 10, and 6 sit at the bottom. 1, 3, 5, 9, 11, and 12 sit in the middle. The teams you want to win: Districts 3, 12, and 9 top the list; 2, 6, and 10 sit at the bottom, with 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, and 11 in the middle. It seems that the underdogs are taking the country by storm!”

Candida Floe ~ District 7

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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:54:48 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:54:48 GMT -5

President Snow: He was pressing the needle that extended his life into his arm when President Snow her Claudius Templesmith say that the underdogs were taking the country by storm. The needle slipped, and Snow cursed. He saw them play clips of the favorites, and knew trouble was brewing.
He had seen traces of rebellion before in tributes, citizens, and Capitols. He crushed them all. Tributes who seemed rebellious were mysteriously picked off by sudden obstacles, citizens were whipped and then hanged for “crimes against the Capitol”, and Capitols suddenly decided to have a life long vacation in District 1 or 2. No one noticed. No one cared. Seeing these supposed underdogs, he knew he needed to do something, crush them early on. Crush them in the Games…
He grabbed a new needle of the clear liquid; Elysiumine, it was called. It extended his life with every use, and coaxed his handsome youthfulness back into the picture. Elysiumine was now another secret that dirtied his hands like the many bloody sores in hid mouth from drinking poison. The scientists from District 3 who had discovered it had all “disappeared”, and the lab reports, about to be released to the republic, were suspiciously erased. Anyone else that knew about the serum had been executed, jailed, or silenced by other means.
The prick of the needle was overruled by the rush of energy that followed the Elysiumine entering his veins. He walked over to a rack of weights and picked up two fifty pound ones, lifting them easily. After a few minutes the strength faded, and he let the weights tumble to the floor. He looked in the mirror; his face was sharper, his eyes brighter, his hair grayish. A few years had been reversed. In about an hour he’d be back to how he’d looked when he started taking Elysiumine, and if in 24 hours he didn’t take the serum, he’d die. He wouldn’t dramatically crumble to ashes or flail around and scream until he died. He’d just curl up on the floor and die. That’s what the test subjects he had handpicked had done when they weren’t given another dose.
Snow turned his attention back to the broadcast.
“-can’t wait to see the reactions to the next twist!” Claudius said. “That happens at noon, everyone. Keep your eyes peeled. You can’t miss it.”
“Goodnight, citizens of Panem!” Caesar exclaimed, and then the broadcast ended.
Snow turned his eyes to what was playing on the channels now; faces of the survivors. He looked them all in the eyes, and saw something in many of them. A hint of fire, of rebellion.
It was a slow simmer, but that simmer was escalating to a flame, and a flame could explode into an inferno. He had crushed many a rebellious citizen, stomped out hundreds of sparks that could’ve lit the nation. He wasn’t afraid to do it again.

Lukas Doone: We woke up at about noon to a sucking, whooshing sound. We all brushed the sand off of our bodies, standing, as we stumbled upon another twist.
The waters were swirling in a giant whirlpool, sucking ever single thing floating in the water to the center of the arena, to the Cornucopia. The back half of our boat, sticking out in the water, was wriggling around dangerously. We tried to get to it before it was sucked away, but by the time we got there the boat had been sucked free from the sand, and was several hundred feet out. Nadia couldn’t stop herself fast enough, and the foaming whirlpool sucked her up the second her left foot skidded off the beach. She screamed, falling in kicking. She managed to keep her head up as she was sucked away, eventually disappearing over the horizon, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see her dead face on the skies tonight. It was obvious that everything was being sucked up and dumped on the Cornucopia island, and Nadia would have to face the District 2s alone and weaponless. Thankfully our boat wasn’t sucked away; it was safely on the beach.
The whirlpool stopped about an hour later, and the 7 of us sat down around a fire and ate the last of the ration packets that had been brought ashore. Then I checked Iron’s shoulder wound.
It was puffy and yellow, and he could see it too. Already infected. There had been some medicine on the boats…
That’s when Lucia came sprinting from the forest, her eyes open wide.
“There’s another island behind us, a little one, and District 11s there! There’s only 4 of them, and they have food!”
And medicine for Iron. He could barely walk. He’d be dead in days, if not hours. He moans as I adjust his bloody makeshift bandage.
Then we plan to sneak up on the District 11 boat. As dusk falls, we wade across the knee deep water between the two islands. The boat takes up half of the small island’s space, a few trees, multiple bushes and flowers, and four people taking up the rest of the space. They were sitting around a fire under a dwarf papaya tree that sat in the middle of the island, cooking slabs of papaya. The smoke of the fire melted into the night sky.
We all were hunched over as we waded through the water and stepped onto the sand. We were close to the ship.
But then the smoke from the fire blew towards us as the breeze that carried it changed direction. Amaze coughed, and all four whirled on us.
They sprinted for the boat at the same time we did. One of them was super fast, and she leapt onto the boat, firing the crossbow by the time we reached the hull. The bolt sliced through Amaze, making his cannon scream, and we started to turn, running away. Another bolt hit Grand in the thigh, and he shrieked as he tried to tug his leg free. Rocks pelted Grand and the rest of us, thrown by the other three. As we splashed across the divide between the islands, abandoning Grand, another cannon fired. I glanced back to see the only boy of the group holding Grand’s neck in his hands; it was broken. The boy let Grand’s head drop from his hands, and pulled the bolt out of Grand’s thigh, and then pulled the bolt out of Amaze. He glowered at me as he carried the two bloody bolts, climbed onto the boat, put them into the crossbow, and fired.
The bolt scraped my side, and I realized I’d frozen in place. Lucia, Aphrodite, and Goldie were already gone. Goldie was waiting for me on the beach, yelling my name. I ran as another bolt cut through the water to my right.
We came back to even more bad news; Iron was dead. We had left him unprotected, and a pair of giant eagles had found him and feasted on his body. One circled above us in the sky, Iron’s right leg hanging from its beak, while the other crouched on the beach, guzzling down one of Iron’s arms.
I flung a pebble at the flying one, and it shrieked at its friend. The two flew away, leaving the four of us on the beach to ponder the deaths of our allies.

Proserpina Woods: The next morning I awake at about ten. Lionel and Selia are the only other ones up. Lionel is sharpening every blade he can get his hands on, and Selia is doodling with a stick, drawing shapes in the sand.
I snatch the twig out of Selia’s hand. “We have more important things to do than doodle; we need to train, practice.” Selia stares daggers at me but stands anyway, strapping her hand crossbow to her right hand. I threw three apples in the air, and she nicked one, hit another, and missed the third. Then she did the same for me. My arrows from my golden longbow sliced all three apples in half cleanly. Selia grumbled at my adeptness and went to wake the others.
As she was waking them, my internal clock told me it was about noon. The sun was at its center point in the sky, after all. That’s when the whirlpool started.
By the time everyone was awake, the frothing whirlpool was everywhere; every single drop of water in the arena was part of it. The Cornucopia was at the center. I knew what that meant. Everything on the water, anyone on the water, would be sucked up and dumped here.
I waited for the victims to come pouring in.

Linnea Pyre: We did periodical watches throughout the night. I was on the last watch, from 10 to noon. I was to wake everyone up at noon.
As I started to wake everyone, the water started to froth and swirl, and soon every droplet of water around us was part of a giant whirlpool, centered around a far off point; the Cornucopia, most likely.
Everyone watched as the waters sucked up the sand at the edge of the island, whisking it and several leaves and twigs to oblivion. We wouldn’t be able to swim in these waters.
That’s when I realized there was one person I hadn’t woken up yet. Corey. He had fallen asleep on that rock by the shore…
Corey had already been sucked away. He hadn’t even screamed as he was carried away. He would die. I was sure of it.
The whirlpool ended an hour later. Our boat stayed safely on the beach. Several cannons had fired within that time, one of them probably Corey’s.
The rest of the day we relaxed and ate our food; we had about a day’s rations left. The night came, and we saw who had been captured by the whirlpool flash across the sky.

Thalia Moore: In the morning we wake up to find a pack of wild boars eating up the last of our food supply. We shoo them off, and I spear one with a sharpened stick. We salvage a few half full canteens, no food, and a dead boar.
For breakfast we drink the last of the water greedily and cook the boar over a fire. But it falls in halfway thru the cooking, and by the time we get it out it is too burned to eat.
It must be close to noon; probably 11:30. Suddenly something comes tinkling down from the sky; a little silver parachute. We lope down the beach. I grab it from the air and tear it open to reveal a pearly fishing net.
Carlisle grabs it from my hands, running into the ocean to set up the net. Ariella and Jedediah follow him. As they wade around with the net, the sun reaches its zenith.
Suddenly the waters roar to life, and the three of them are knocked off of their feet and pulled under. They bob back up above the surface as the swirling current pulls them away; a whirlpool. Another cursed twist. Thankfully our boat is on the beach.
By 1 the whirlpool ceases; multiple cannons fire during that time. We’ve guessed that the whirlpool brings everyone and everything to the Corncuopia; Ariella, Jedediah, and Carlisle, no matter how strong, have to have been killed by the District 2s.
I wade back out into the now calm sea, finding the pearly net snagged on a spire of rock, a fat silvery fish struggling inside it. I tug the net, with fish still inside, free, and bring it over to the still roaring fire.
“Lunch,” I whisper, spearing the fish on a stick and putting it over the fire.

Dinah Grae: We awaken to the sound of whooshing. We’ve all slept in late, to noon. As we awaken, we see the waters frothing in a giant whirlpool, sucking anything and everything away.
Including Norman.
He’d gone to clean the blood of his body probably; he’d been complaining about it all night. Now he was long gone, sucked away by the ravenous current.
We sat on the boat, beached on the sand, and we ate rations and fell asleep there as night came hours later.

Tristas Flamen: We awake at about 10, and we go onto the boat and retrieve the rations. We eat half of them as noon comes.
When noon comes, our boat, anchored a few feet off shore, is sucked away in a giant whirlpool. We shout and run to the edge of the beach, but there’s nothing we can do. If the whirlpool can suck away a giant wooden boat, anchored to the seafloor by a 500 pound iron anchor, it can surely suck away a flimsy little human body.
That night we eat the last of the rations as the dead play across the sky.

Dorian Saye: We awake at about noon, to the sight of our boat being sucked away by the frothing current of a monster whirlpool.
Nikki ran after the boat. She tried to stop at the shore but she tripped on a rock by the edge of the water and tumbled in. She was sucked away in moments, and her cannon fired about a minute later. We saw her dead body, drowned, pop out of the water for a moment after the cannon fired, being sucked away towards the horizon, before it dove back under the surface.
So we were minus one team member and minus one boat, our only mode of transportation. Thankfully we had brought all of our food and weapons ashore, so we wouldn’t starve.
That night we watched the dead play across the sky as the warm fire crackled loudly, dancing shadows waltzing around the 5 of us.

Rae Bedding: When we awoke in the morning, the water was turning round and round in a crazed whirlpool, sucking everything on the shore away.
Lilith was sprawled several feet away. She was pale, and though her chest was rising and falling, it was doing so slowly and erratically.
I crawled over to her as the whirlpool ended. Cannons had been firing. It was past noon, about an hour so.
I pressed my hand, covered in gritty grains of sand, to Lilith’s face. Her eyes fluttered open, and she coughed weakly.
“What do you need?” I asked gently.
“Water,” she coughed, grimacing in pain as her dry throat caused her to hack once more.
She was obviously close to death; that’s when I saw the cut on her side, from some shrapnel from the wreckage of the boat, and the blood trickling out onto the sand. She only had hours, if not minutes.
I sprinted into the trees, searching for water. I heard a popping sound, and when I ducked under a log I saw a waterfall start to rush out of a rock outcropping I should’ve seen before. The Gamemaker’s work. But why would they give me water?  That’s when I heard the snapping of twigs and branches, and I twirled to see a girl from District 10 step out from the trees, surprised to see the waterfall and me. We stood there for a moment, and then I remembered that we were not allowed to fraternize, or we would face consequences. Lilith and I would both die if I stood here much longer.
The girl, Didi, I think, thought the same, and we lunged at the same time.
Her nails raked across my forearm, drawing blood. I picked up a stick off of the forest floor and whack her in the stomach with it. She lost her breath, and then I pounced.
I pounced, and then there was bright pain, and then blackness.

Obadiah Foster: We awoke around ten. We went on the ship, finding a small crack in the hull, and we quickly focused on pulling it ashore, and then we ate the rations. About another day’s worth left.
At noon the water turned into a crazed whirlpool; thankfully we’d pulled the boat ashore. Sure, there was a hole in the hull, but we could patch it. Somehow.
That night, eating more rations, we watched the dead play across the sky.

Didi Teller: When we awoke, a whirlpool was full tilt, sucking everything on the water away, probably to a central point; the Cornucopia. I woke Scylla as the whirlpool ceased suddenly, the ocean falling back to a lulling calmness.
She woke quickly, and we both look dover to Thad, still on top of the wooden shard of the hull that he had ridden here. He woke up, and started moaning about water.
I was thirsty, too, and hungry. Scylla agreed. She stayed back with Thad to watch over him and to look out for other tributes while I scampered into the forest in search of water.
Soon I found the water in a place I’d looked twice already. And standing there was a District 8 tribute. Rae.
We stood there, and then I realized this might count as fraternizing. A horrible twist could be sent upon Scylla, Thad, and myself.
We leaped at each other at the same time. My fingernails scratched her arm, drawing blood, and then she picked a stick off the forest floor and smacked it into my stomach.
The breath left my lungs, and she tackled me.
Suddenly Scylla appeared and shoved a sharp piece of rock into Rae’s back. She flopped off of me and her cannon boomed. Rae was dead.
“You were gone too long,” she whispers slowly.
I sucked in a breath, looking at Scylla as she tossed the blood stained stone into the trees, disgusted with herself. We stepped over Rae’s body as another cannon boomed. We jogged over to the waterfall and filled a canteen Thad had had strapped to him before the boat sank. We filled it, and then we sipped as much of it as our stomachs could handle. Then we stumbled back to Thad.
He drank half of the water, and we ran back to the waterfall. It was just a stark spout of rock with a pink grime on it. I placed some on my tongue and my eyes opened wide. It was some type of medicine. Maybe steroids, or just a lot of sugar and caffeine, but I felt awake and stronger. I scrape the rest of it into a leaf and roll up the leaf, putting it in my pocket.
We walked back to Thad, and I placed some of the pink stuff on his tongue. He perked up and staggered to his feet, clearing his throat noisily.
I hoped the pink stuff wasn’t a drug. When I reached in my pocket for the leaf to get some more, it had disappeared. I sighed, and I sat down on the wooden piece of the hull. Thad paced around slowly, and Scylla sat down on the beach, leaning on the wooden shard.
We lit a small fire with flint Scylla found on the beach and some twig from the forest. The three of us huddled around the flames, gathering warmth, as the dead played across the sky.

Caspian Reyers: The four of us awoke at noon to see the whirlpool at full tilt, sucking up stray twigs and leaves. Our boat was safely onshore. Soon it ended, and we ate some rations.
That night, as darkness fell, we lit a fire and cooke papaya from the papaya tree. Then we heard a cough. We all looked over to see 6 people, all from District 1, standing nearby, either wading through the water or on the beach.
Everyone ran for the boat. I stayed by the fire with Zephyr. Norah sprinted across the sands and jumped onto the ship, firing the crossbow quickly. It sliced through the boy who had coughed, Amaze. The rest turned to flee back across to the other island where there camp must be.
Norah fired another bolt, and it hit one guy in the leg, pinning him to the ground. The rest of us picked up pebbles and flung them at the fleeing attackers.
I rushed over to the boy who had the bolt thru his leg, and grabbed his head in my hands as he thrashed. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I was. Something darker took over me, and I snapped the boy’s neck with ease. The other boy stopped in the water to watch in horror; the girls were already across, hiding in the woods.
I let the dead boy’s head hang and i tugged the bolt out of his leg, and then tugged the other bolt out of the kid who coughed, Then I jumped on the boat, loaded the two bloody bolts into the crossbow, and fired.
The first scraped his side, and then he started running as the sense rushed back into him. The second bolt splashed into the water a foot to his right, and then he and the one girl, who had been shouting his name, were gone with the other two.
We all gathered around the fire quietly and ate our mildly burned papaya. I was happy for the silence. I did not want to talk about what I’d done to that kid. I could still feel his warm, throbbing head in my hands, and then as it fell cold after I’d snapped it…
I fell asleep huddled on the beach, the other three staying awake a little longer to warm around the embers of the now dead fire.

Ravenna Mines: We awoke to see our boat being carried away by the sudden whirlpool. Damien, Racquel, and Jason, all of who had slept on board for the night, were gone as well. That left Rheya, Andrew, Dahlia, Oren, and myself, with minimal rations and water and no weapons, stranded on this island. But there were a few other similar islands several hundred feet away thru waist deep water. If need be, we could search for food there. There was no food here; we’d already searched.
That night, we huddled around the fire and ate the last of our rations. Then we fell asleep as the dead played across the sky.

Proserpina Woods Pt. 2: They came all at once. 3 boats, and many more people, as well as a few dead bodies. I count all of those we kill. I know them by name. From District 3, Corey. District 4, Ariella and Jedediah. From District 5, Norman. From District 7, Nikki. From 12, Damien and Jason. Carlisle and Racquel are already dead, drowned. 9 in total. Others died, too. Grand, Amaze, and Iron from 1, and Lilith and Rae from 8. That means District 1’s down to 4 people, District 4 is down to 5, and District 8 is totally gone. A good day. A good day indeed.

Remaining Tributes: District 1: Aphrodite, Lucia, Goldie, and Lukas. District 2: Proserpina, Masen, Matteo, Cameron, Blythe, Micah, Cody, Selia, and Lionel. District 3: Madison, Rueben, Linnea, Delia, Samuel, Marceline, Eamon, Baxter, and Daniella. District 4: Thalia, Gregory, Serena, Mimi, and Azarias. District 5: Dinah, Samantha, Mitra, Giacinta, Jeremy, Azalea, Graham, and Carson. District 6: Silas, Tristas, Nina, Sora, and Laura. District 7: Kathleen, Dorian, Gretna, Louis, and Birch. District 8: None. District 9: Claude, Anais, Obadiah, Jessie, and Deborah. District 10: Scylla, Thad, and Didi. District 11: Norah, Caspian, Zephyr, and Lana. District 12: Oren, Ravenna, Andrew, Rheya, and Dahlia. 62 out of 120; almost half of the tributes are dead.

Candida Floe ~ District 7

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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:55:30 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:55:30 GMT -5

Lukas Doone: Four days pass without deaths. Two whirlpools, one each day, from noon to one. No one dies. When, on the third day, no whirlpool comes, I know something big is about to happen.
The ground shifts under our feet, and the four of us immediately jump to our feet. Then the tides start to rush up the shores, covering up tens of feet of the beach in seconds. The trees sway and snap off of their trunks as the island lurches and more water rushes onto the shore. The island is sinking.
And a little peak of land thirty yards out is rising up. The water has rushed in more, and is now pooling around our ankles. The four of us splash over to the expanding piece of land as our old island sinks. We jump onto the rapidly growing spit of land as our island fully sinks, disappearing under the water, The island we are now on continues to grow, soon becoming double the size of our old island.
That’s when Lucia screams, and I see the bottle protruding from her side. The District 11 boat is floating by. We try to drag Lucia into the trees, but she’s already dead. Her cannon is deafening.
We jump into the cover of the trees. District 11 doesn’t waste any more bolts on us.
In an hour the land stops rising. A whirlpool comes. We prod Lucia’s body out into the water as some sort of grotesque funeral. Only afterward do we realize her body will end up at the Cornucopia, where the District 2’s will laugh at her body and kick it, marveling at the b good pumping out of her mauled side.
The three of us sit there, snacking on the tiny little bits that are left of our rations. Then, with Goldie standing guard, Aphrodite and I fall asleep.

Proserpina Woods: We awaken to see the waters rushing over the edges of the Cornucopia island. No regularly scheduled whirlpool. Just the waters raging up the shore, eating away at the island…
We bring as much food, water, and weapons as we can aboard the ship. We jump on as the now rooting bodies of the dead and sun blistered ship hulls are engulfed by the all consuming tide. Soon enough the Cornucopia fully disappears, and then I yell at everyone to start rowing.
We need to find an island. An island, that’s all we need. I know what’s going to happen next; the whirlpool’s going to come, and it’s going to suck everything to the now non existent Cornucopia, where there will be a giant void that will mean death for any person or ship stuck in its currents.
An hour passes, and the frothing currents slap against our boat. I start helping paddle myself, but it’s useless.
Instead of being sucked back the way we came, we are sucked eastward. After a long time of circling until the little island pops up; it’s moved to a different spot. There’s only about a fourth of the amount of the stuff that was in there originally, but there’s still a lot.
Our boat slips onto the beach; thankfully it doesn’t crack. We all slip off of the boat, happy to see land. We should’ve taken caution.
Three figure slipped from the Cornucopia. I didn’t see them until it was too late.
A dagger through Matteo’s head, an arrow in Cody’s back, a sword shoved into Lionel. Three cannons, three deaths, three killers. We all run back to the boat as the mystery killers take down Masen and…Blythe. I howl, lifting my bow to fire, but they’ve disappeared. I roar more, pounding my fists against the side of the boat, as my eyes lock onto Blythe’s limp form, he head severed from her shoulders by the sword. My eyes connect with the owner of the sword, and I know what I will do when I find them.
I will kill them.

Linnea Pyre: When the island starts to sink, we panic.
We get on the boat and sail westward. In half an hour we happen upon a crescent shaped pic of land still rising out of the water. We beach the boat on the shore and take refuge on the quickly expanding beach.
The whirlpool kicks in after the island stops rising, and it sucks away debris. That’s when we hear the faraway voices. We clamber aboard the ship and hide. Marceline, Reuben, and Eamon stay on the deck to watch the intruders and fire the crossbows if necessary.
It was found to be the remaining members of the District 7 team; Kathleen, Dorian, Louis, Birch, and Gretna. They saw our ship and paused immediately. Birch raised her bow and fire at the sail. The arrow bounced off and landed on the deck with a thud, almost hitting Reuben.
Rueben, scared by the arrow fire, fired the crossbow accidentally. (His finger was on the trigger.) The bolt sliced through Birch, killing her instantly with a cannon bang sounding her leaving of the world, and the remaining four charged the ship.
The two remaining bolts picked off Gretna and Louis. Kathleen and Dorian jumped onto the ship. Marceline made it into the belly of the ship, but Reuben and Eamon were quickly killed by Kathleen and Dorian.
The two shuffled over to the hatch leading down to the hull. Madison chucked an empty barrel, the only thing in the bottom of the ship, at the two. They tumbled into the hull.
We stripped them of their weapons. I watched in horror as Madison took off Kathleen’s head; Dorian was sliced in several parts by Baxter.
District 7 was all gone.

Thalia Moore: When the five of us awoke, the island was slowly sinking. We swam over to another island a hundred feet away that was steadily rising from the frothing waters.
We rested there, and watched as the waters, after an hour, turned into a whirlpool. Cannon fired all day long, and we sat there, watching the sun set.

Dinah Grae: We awoke to the feeling of water trickling around us. I sat up. The island was sinking.
Our ship had already been pulled away by the rising waters, but luckily a new island was rising nearby. I used the small pack on my back, which I’d found on the ship, as a floatation device. I urged others to follow me.
I reached the island just in time. The island we had been on was gone, and the new one stopped rising. Then the waters turned whirlpool.
Only Mitra, myself, and Graham were saved. Everyone else had been too late to the island; Jeremy, Giacinta, Samantha, Azalea, and Carson. Their faces lit up the sky that night as Mitra, myself, and Graham at some small drowned rats we found on the beach.

Tristas Flamen: We awoke when the island started to sink. Thankfully a little chunk of land just next to our island rose up. We waded right on over, and we settled on the new island. The rest of the day passed peacefully for us.

Dorian Saye: We awoke early; an hour or so later the island sank. A new one was rising nearby, and we swam over to it, bringing our things. After we settled, we started to explore.
Soon enough we stumbled upon on section of the beach where the District 3 baht was beached. There were no signs of life.
Birch raised her bow and fired at the sail. The arrow bounced off and struck the deck.
A bolt fired from the boat’s crossbow, and Birch was hit. She didn’t even get time to wail. Her cannon fired; she was dead.
We rushed at the boat. Tow more bolts, killing Gretna and Louis. Two more bolts. I groaned at both deaths.
Only Kathleen and myself were left. We scrambled onto the boat and killed the two boys on the deck; then we stumbled over to the hatch leading down to the bowels of the ship. We carefully pulled it open.
A barrel struck us in the legs, and we tumble inside the hull. Hands and legs were all over us, and our weapons were taken. I heard Kathleen scream, and her cannon fire. Her disembodied head nudged me as it rolled across the floor. Then my own axe flew up and down my body, and I was lost in an abyss of cruel pain.

Obadiah Foster: We sat on our island, and then suddenly our island was moving, sinking. Another island, about two hundred feet away, was rising, and we paddled over to it.
We all pulled ourselves onto the beach, but then Anais and Claude got into a fight. I hated Claude, like Anais; Anais and I were friends, even before all of this, and Claude had been our enemy. Claude shoved Anais, and she stumbled backwards into the sea just as the island stopped moving. The frothing waters of a sudden whirlpool sucked her away. I saw her head bang against a spire of rock. Flesh stuck to that rock.
I grabbed Claude in anger, pushing my thumbs on his throat. Deborah and Jessie ripped at my clothes, trying to pull me off of Claude, but I wouldn’t let go until a cannon boomed. I had killed Claude, my own teammate.
Deborah and Jessie abandoned me, leaving me alone on that beach with Claude’s body and the bloody rock covered in Anais’ flesh.

Didi Teller: As the island sank, a giant one, with a sparkling golden horn in the middle, rose up nearby.
We swam over to it, Scylla and I dragging Thad on the wooden piece of the ship. We got there and grabbed weapons, hiding in the shadows. We feasted on the good food and cover ourselves in armor and weapons.
First the bodies of Lucia from 1, and Samantha, Azalea, Carson, Jeremy, and Giacinta from 5, and Anais from 9 come floating in. We hide them in the Cornucopia.
Then the Distirct 2 boat comes and crashes on our shores. We attack, cutting their numbers in half. I have a sword, Scylla a belt of daggers, Thad a bow. A girl, Proserpina Woods, I think, locks eyes with me, growling. I duck away from an avalanche of arrows from her bow.
Then the empty District 5 boat crashes on our shores. That’s it. We have a filling dinner and set ourselves for an exciting day tomorrow. The Games are almost over.

Caspian Reyes: We board the boat when the waves start to swallow our island. We see an island rising out in the distance, the District 1s scrambling onto its beach.
We glide by and fire a bottle at them. Lucia goes down, her blood splattering on the sand. The rest of them hide in the forest. We beach the boat at the other end of the island, and we take turns guarding when night comes.

Ravenna Mines: When our island sinks, we go to another rising out of the water nearby. Nothing of much importance happens. We eat a dinner of cooked fruit from a mango tree for dinner.

Remaining tributes: District 1: Aphrodite Moon, Goldie Mills, and Lukas Doone. District 2: Cameron Weiss, Proserpina Woods, Selia Forts, and Micah Daynes. District 3: Marceline Pie, Madison Draper, Linnea Pyre, Baxter Jones, Daniella Bone, Samuel Gates, and Delia Maine. District 4: Thalia Moore, Gregory Patch, Mimi Umlatt, Serena Flatts, and Azarias Dean. District 5: Graham Cook, Mitra Blaise, and Dinah Grae. District 6: Silas Brown, Tristas Flamen, Sora McClow, and Nina Baye. District 7: None. District 8: None. Distirct 9: Obadiah Foster, Deborah Homes, and Jessie Dioh. District 10: Scylla Farmhouse, Thad Bypa, and Didi Teller. District 11: Zephyr Daley, Lana Tritch, Caspian Reyes, and Norah Capone. District 12: Ravenna Mines, Oren Wu, Rheya Montauge, Dahlia Fayce, and Andrew Ceakies. 48 out of 120.

Candida Floe ~ District 7

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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:57:28 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:57:28 GMT -5

Lukas Doone: The next week passes with several cannons; the three of us wait expectantly for the faces of the dead to play across the sky.
We search the island; District 11 has left in search of another island.
We dine on some bulbs from a plant Aphrodite recognizes as safe. That’s when, at night, the night of the last day of the second week, the waters boil with orange light.
Giant orange luminescent water snakes slip out of the waves, their tongues snapping through the air, their soaked bodies becoming covered in sand.
We run for the trees, but then the island starts to sink. The second week. I guess the island shifting is a weekly ordeal.
A tree cracks off of the ground as the island fractures and sinks, and we cling onto it, making it a makeshift boat. Three of the orange snakes ripple through the waters after us.
Goldie and I use a branch as a paddle; Aphrodite tentatively uses her hand to paddle.
One of the snakes flops onto the tree, its fanged jaws looked around Aphrodite’s arm. She screams and tries to shake out of its grip. Another snake jumps up, shoving its fangs in her side. She topples off of the trunk, splashing into the water. Her cannon booms several moments after her figure and the snakes disappear underwater.
We paddle furiously. I smash the end of my stick paddle against one snake’s head when it surfaces. After an hour, I swear. No land in sight, and the whirlpool should be coming.
Thankfully the Gamemakers have taken pity on us; they at least postpone the whirlpool a half hour. Still, there is no land in sight and snakes are still in pursuit when the waters start to suck us away.
I hold Goldie close to me; she doesn’t object. My hands grip her tangled blonde hair as the currents pull us under before sending us back up again. A continual bobbing. I puke.
When we wash up on the shores of the beach, I’m too tired and sore to move. Goldie crawls across the sand, trying to get away from something. The snakes. All of them, at least forty, crowd the sands. A cannon booms; I look over to see two snakes devouring a limp Goldie.
I weakly push back into the water, just to get vomited back onto the shores of the Cornucopia island by the whirlpool.
I see others stranded on the beach around me, some dead, others alive. Three figures stand on the top of the Cornucopia, fighting off snakes. I scream for their help, but they ignore me.
Then searing pain blinds me as one snake darts towards me and buries its fangs in the base of my neck, taking out a chunk of my flesh.
I moan as the snake strikes again, and again. Blackness fills my vision soon enough as the endless waves of pain crash against me.

Proserpina Woods: The boat sails out and finds a small islet. There we discover that Cameron has an injury from a dagger on his side that has been pumping blood onto the deck the whole ride to the island. We try to save him, but two days later he dies from blood loss. The rest of the week passes slowly as we struggle to make it by on small allotments of food and water. A day from the end of the second week, we only have enough food to sustain three people for a day or two for three days.
Selia sneaks away in the morning, swimming to a small island several hundred yards away. She takes all the food and water and the boat.
We follow her over; it is the seventh day by now. Night falls as we wade over to the other island. That’s when we see the orange snakes. The islands start to sink; one island rises up a little ways away.
We kill the snake pursuing us, and we chase after Selia. Selia shoots at us with her hand crossbow, and one bolt hits Micah in the shoulder. Micah rips the tiny bolt out of her arm to discover poison is on the tip. A few moments later Micah stumbles, and three more seconds later she falls, not moving after she falls. Her cannon bangs sharply.
I rush towards Selia, firing arrows crazily. One digs into her chest, and she falls backwards, her hands scrabbling with the arrow, pulling it out, before she too dies, her cannon shrieking.
I collapse on the island just before the whirlpool starts. The carcasses of Micah and the dead snakes are sucked away. The boat is gone, too. I send Selia’s body along as well. I eat some rations and take a few sips of water as the whirlpool ends.

Linnea Pyre: Three days pass alright. Then the food dilemma happens.
Everyone goes crazy; our food stocks are diminishing way faster than they should be. Someone or some group of people is eating more than their share, and most people are going crazy over the losses.
When Samuel and Delia are discovered with their hands in the rations during the night, Baxter and Daniella restrain them and beat them up. Samuel is killed, and Delia dies the next day from injuries. Marceline and Madison sneak over to me in the night.
“Daniella and Baxter are going crazy; we leave tonight, in the boat, with everything, and leave them stranded.”
I don’t want to do it, but it’s either go with them or be stranded on the island with murderous Baxter and Daniella, who would probably kill and eat shy, defenseless me.
That night we go out in the boat. Daniella and Batxer awaken and chase after us. Daniella stays at the shore, but Baxter goes too far in, and he steps on a sharp rock. Attracted by the blood, a small shark nearby swim over and attacks him, killing him. His cannon is harsh.
We find a strip of sand that barely qualifies as an island, and we stay there. Marceline, Madison, and I divide our supplies up evenly. Two days later Daniella dies from dehydration, alone, on the island. Her face crosses the sky.
No land is in sight when our island sinks. The snakes batter the hull of our boat, but the do nothing. We find a small sandbar just before the whirlpool comes. That is the day we run out of food. There is a coconut tree on the island; we retrieve the coconuts and save them.

Thalia Moore: The snakes slither towards us when we awaken. The island is sinking. Again.
Thankfully we all know how to fish, so we’ve been fishing for food. We also found a small spring on our island.
There are three snakes. One of the wrap itself around Mimi, killing her. The second and third attack defenseless, wounded Serena. Serena is killed as well. Gregory runs out into the waters to avoid the snakes; a fourth shoots out of the waves and pulls him under. His cannon booms moments later.
Azarias and I splash through the waters to a new nearby island. The snakes dine on our friends, forgetting about us. We hide in the trees of the new island. A few of the snakes try to attack, but then the whirlpool sucks them away.
We climb down after the snakes are gone. There’s only two of us left. I sigh as we eat a dinner of the last of our rations.

Dinah Grae: The week passes uneventfully. The day the island starts to sink and a new one rises nearby, we start to wade over. Then the snakes come.
Graham is snatched in the jaws of one of the three snakes; the other two chase Mitra and I to the new island while Graham’s cannon booms.
That’s when I know I will die today. A snake jumps at me; Mitra steps in the way, and her cannon screeches through the air as the snakes feast on her body. I stampede into the forest, the snakes soon following in pursuit.
I must run for grandmother. She will die without me. She will die without me.
When the snake strikes, I scream, falling into a void of blackness.

Tristas Flamen: The island sinks, a new one pops up. We avoid the snakes by swimming in zig zags to the new island. We pelt the snakes with rocks, throwing our rations to them. They leave satisfied, and we sit down.
When the whirlpool doesn’t come, Silas and Sora stagger into the waves, curious. Then the whirlpool starts up, and Silas and Sora are pulled away. Their cannons boom some time later.
That leaves Laura, Nina, and myself. We eat some fruit from the island and fall asleep.

Obadiah Foster: When the island starts to sink, I know I’m screwed. Add the snakes slipping onto the quickly diminishing beach, and I’m dead.
The snakes chase me; I run into Deborah. Jessie lies in the sand several yards back, a snake wrapped around him. Deborah and I run away, but the snakes attack and the island sinks. Soon the water is at our knees, thighs, waist, chest, neck.
“I’M GOING UNDER!” Deborah screams before she disappear sunder the waves. I try to save her, but the snakes have already snagged her. I try to half swim forward. Then the whirlpool suck some away to the Cornucopia island.
Corpses of snakes and humans litter the beach. Several other people and numerous snakes are still alive. I don’t even try to fight of the snakes as they crawl over me, consuming me greedily.

Didi Teller: The week passes uneventfully, until all the snakes and dead bodies come pouring in. The few live people scream for help; we ignore them. We climb onto the Cornucopia, fending off the snakes. At the end of the day they disappear, and we climb down to the beach. Over two or three dozen bodies probably, and twenty dead snakes. We eat dinner and watch the dead play across the sky. In the ngiht, the Cornucopia sinks, popping up somewhere else. We swim to a new island, taking as much as we can with us.

Caspian Reyes: The week passes uneventfully for us. When the island sinks, we take the ship over to a new one. The snakes worm through the water around us. When we get on the beach, one climb aboard. We are oblivious to its presence until it kills Zephyr and Lana. Norah and I kill it, and then we huddle on the deck, watching the whirlpool come. We send our friends into the whirlpool as a funeral. We eat the last fractions of our rations and drink some sweet spring water we found at the last island.

Ravenna Mines: On the fifth day of the second week, we run out of food. Oren and Andrew argue over which foods are okay. Rheya and I side with Andrew; Dahlia sides with Oren.
Dahlia and Oren die from the poisoned food they chose to eat, while Andrew, Rheya, and I mourn their losses. When the island sinks, we go over to another one. While we are wading over, snakes strike, taking down Andrew. Rheya and I barely make it to the island; Rheya has a bad snake bite. She dies minutes later.
That’s when the whirlpool comes and sweeps away the tiny sandbar of an island we are perched on. It sucks me to the Cornucopia. Mostly dead humans and alive snakes there.
I punch one snake in the jaw as it comes toward me. It responds by taking a chunk out of my shoulder. I scream, and the snakes pile on top of me, eating me up.

Remaining Tributes: District 1: None. District 2: Proserpina Woods. District 3: Marceline Pie, Linnea Pyre, and Madison Draper. District 4: Thalia Moore and Azarias Dean. District 5: None. District 6: Nina Baye, Tristas Flamen, and Laura Bauer. District 7: None. District 8: None. District 9: None. District 10: Didi Teller, Thad Bypa, and Scylla Farmhouse. District 11: Norah Capone and Caspian Reyes. District 12: None. 14 out of 120. Only half of the Districts still have tributes.

Broadcast (No POV): “Down to 14, Caesar!” Claudius Templesmsith exclaimed as he and Caesar Flickerman sat on the set.
“Yes, 14! No tributes are left in District 1, District 5, District 7, District 8, District 9, and District 12. District 2 has one tribute left, Proserpina Woods. District 3 has three people; Marceline Pie, Linnea Pyre, and Madison Draper. From Distirct 4, we have two tributes; Azarias Dean and Thalia Moore. District 6 has Laura Bauer, Nina Baye, and Tristas Flamen. District 10 has Didi Teller, Thad Bypa, and Scylla Farmhouse, and District 11 has Caspian Reyes and Norah Capone.”
“First off, what happened to the Careers?! District 1 totally gone, 2 has only one tribute, and District 4 only has two more tributes! It’s crazy!” Claudius lamented.
“Yes, so crazy; Proserpina Woods, the only tribute left from District 2, killed one of her own team members, Selia Forts after Selia stole all the food and killed the third remaining member of their team, Micah Daynes. She’s one her own, but she’s a skilled archer; she might have a chance,” Caesar commented.
“Yes, then there is the other remaining Career District; District 4, with Thalia Moore and Azarias Dean. Thalia is a deadly Career that can rock a trident when she has one, and Azarias is a fairly dependable young man, but they’re weaponless and their rations are up. They’ll have to fight to win,” Claudius inserted.
“Then, to the underdogs! District 3, District 6, District 10, and District 11! We’ll start with District 3; three girls, Marceline Pie, Linnea Pyre, and Madison Draper. They abandoned their mutinous teammates Daniella Bone and Baxter Jones for dead; both Daniella and Baxter have died. Now, with the last intact boat in the Games besides District 11s boat, District 3 is going strong. Marceline is good with the boat’s crossbow (they have three bolts left), Linnea has showed some loyalty, and Madison is a good leader and has some skill with the axe she took from District 7. Distirct 3 also eliminated the remaining tributes in District 7! Go girls!”
“Yes, and then District 6. They’ve laid low. Members have slowly started to be knocked down one by one, but they still have three remaining— Nina Baye, Laura Bauer, and Tristas Flamen— with one of the highest tribute counts left, 3. Even though they have one of the most numerous amount of members, they’ll have to prove themselves. None of the remaining tributes have showed any skill with weapons to date in the arena; they’ll need to get their backsides in gear if they want to win.”
“Then District 10! Wow! Just wow! They ended the first day with three tributes, and on the start of the second week they have three tributes! They eliminated District 8 from the Games, and took over the Cornucopia for a week. They protected themselves and killed several tributes from District 2, including Blythe Worth and Matteo Bayne. Scylla is a beast with her daggers, Didi has some skill with a sword, and Thad is making do with his longbow. I really think District 10 has a good chance at taking first place.”
“Yes, Caesar, I agree. Now, the final team of under dogs; District 11. Caspian Reyes and Norah Capone. They have one of the only two boats left. Caspian is a skilled, muscled young man, and Norah can wreck havoc with their ship’s crossbows. Norah is the youngest one left at age 12. She has gained much momentum; everyone loves her. She is among our poll of favorites to win.”
“Now, to our polls. We asked which District you Capitols think will win. They were ranked like this:
1. District 10
2. District 11
3. District 3
4. District 4
5. District 2
6. District 6
Then we asked you who you want to win. You ranked them like this:
1. District 11
2. District 3
3. District 10
4. District 2
5. District 6
6. District 4
Then we asked you your top 8 favorite tributes. They were ranked like this:
1. Norah Capone
2. Madison Draper
3. Scylla Farmhouse
4. Caspian Reyes
5. Marceline Pie
6. Proserpina Woods
7. Didi Teller
8. Linnea Pyre
So, there you have it. The Games are nearly over. Get ready for an exciting finale, ladies and gentlemen of Panem! Goodnight!”

Candida Floe ~ District 7

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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 15:59:24 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 15:59:24 GMT -5

Proserpina Woods: Three days pass with no deaths. I know the Gamemakers are getting impatient, but they can’t end it just yet. They want one more island change. I just know it.
On day four of the third week, they send a weak attempt to liven up the Games. A small flock of jabber jays descends towards me. I run to the small spring on my island, scraping clay from the riverbank as the flock closes in. I shove the clay in my ears, and it limits the sounds. But I can barely hear my families’ voices mocking me and screaming for my help. Demeter, my sister, screams about me ruining her life by becoming a Career and killing myself in the Games; my dad mocks me about how weak i am, and my mother just keeps muttering how disappointed she is. I sigh, curling up on the riverbank, as the jabber jays continue to howl their recorded messages above me. Two hours later they leave. I think I hear a cannon but I can’t be sure.
I go back to the beach to find that the jabber jays have ripped open the ration packets, eating all the contents, and that they’ve poked holes in my canteens. The only edible food I find are a few sandy bits of jerky and a few sips of water in a half punctured canteen. I eat and drink those things then I fall asleep.

Linnea Pyre: Marceline, Madison, and I have axes and food and water. We are fine; we are safe, at least for now.
The fourth day of the third week the jabber jays come. I hear my Aunt Sara’s voice and the voices of my cousins flow from their shiny beaks as they arrow through the air in a cloud of black.
We curl up in the bowels of the ship, waiting for them to go away. They collect on the deck and pound against the hatch door. Suddenly the hatch door fractures, and the cloud bursts into the enclosed innards of the ship. I scream, tears streaming down my face, as the jabber jays fill every inch of space, pecking me, drawing blood. I swat them away, grabbing hold of several and crushing them. I kick and scream and moan as they attack us viciously, the voice of my family filling my head.
When the two hours are up I’m hiccuping as the tears dry on my cheeks. My hair is matted and torn off in places, and little cuts cover every inch of my skin. At least fifty dead jabber jays litter the floor. Madison is curled in a ball, shaking, and Marceline is still pounding her fists on the floor, still swatting away invisible jabber jays.
When we all calm down, we stagger onto the beach. The regular noon whirlpool comes and goes, and we collapse on the beach, eating a hearty dinner.

Thalia Moore: When the jabber jays come on the fourth day of the third week, Azarias and I plug our ears with bundles of leaves. It doesn’t work too well, but it blocks out just enough sound that we don’t go crazy from our loved ones’ voices. I hear hints of Aunt Sara’s warbling voice, and the shrill tones of my cousins. Thankfully their voices are too blended together for me to understand.
When two hours are up, the jabber jays disappear. We pull the wads of leaves from our ears, settling on the beach. We are thirsty, and we eat little fried beetles Azarias catches in the sand and cooks over a little fire.

Tristas Flamen: Laura, Nina, and I awaken to the scratching and cawing of the jabber jays as they swoop down on us. Their claws rake across our faces and arms as they shrill out the voices of those we love.
I try to cover my ears, but it is too late. I hear the rumble of my father’s voice, the dainty tones of my mother, and the high warbling notes of my sisters, Flora and Bia. Laura is thrashing on the sand nearby, and Nina is nowhere in sight. A cannon booms, I think, but I can’t tell through the craziness.
When the jabber jays finally leave after two hours of terrorizing us, we find Nina’s corpse floating face down several hundred yards out to sea. She was rolling around, trying to escape the jabber jays, and she rolled into the water and drowned.
Laura and I huddle up on the beach. We have no food, no water. We manage to grab a little lizard from the bushes. We eat it raw and fall asleep.

Didi Teller: On that little island, there are these little pebbles all over the shore. When the jabber jays start to dive towards us, we shove the round pebbles into our ears. It blocks some of the sound.
We crouch in the undergrowth as the jabber jays squawk and scream around us, ripping at our clothes and our hair. I hear snippets of my mother’s voice, telling me I could’ve saved her.
Pictures of my mom, being shot by the Peacekeepers, fill my eyes, and tears stream down my face. I moan and weep until the jabber jays disappear; then I pop the pebbles out of my ears. I storm onto the beach and throw myself into he sand, sniffling.
Scylla and Thad comfort me, and we sit there on the beach, eating and cleaning our weapons.

Caspian Reyes: Norah and I see the jabber jays coming from a mile away. We stuff bits of cloth into our ears and we crouch in the branches of a tree. They dive bomb us, their beaks poking at our skin and hair, but Norah and I ignore them. I hold her to my chest, protecting her. Norah has become a little sister to me; I will protect her if I need to.
When the jabber jays leave, a little package comes tinkling from the sky, and crossbow, bolts, and a dagger hanging from it. I take the dagger and Norah takes the elaborate crossbow and bolts, smiling. At least they got me something, even if it is a tiny little dagger.
We eat a dinner of fried bananas on the boat that night, watching Nina’s face play across the sky when full darkness comes.

President Snow: President Snow had heard whispers of underdogs in the Games, but he was much too occupied two other things. One, a small band of rebels had been discovered near the remains of the now absolutely destroyed District 13, and the Peacekeepers sent to kill them weren’t returning. Also, a key ingredient of the Elysiumine that had kept him alive this long had gone missing from the Capitol’s stores along with lots of other valuable products, and Snow’s supply of the life increasing injections was now numbering in the teens. He’d sent hundreds of Peacekeepers and officials out to find more of the substance; but it was very rare.
He attempted to go one day without the Elysiumine. Halfway into the day without the Elysiumine his head started to pound, and blood flowed from his nose. He had an Avox take him to his room and administer the drug, and then she had the Avox killed.
So Snow was too busy trying to stave off death to notice that underdogs, the very things he’d protected his Panem from for a full century, were coming close to winning the Hunger Games.

Candida Floe ~ District 7

Candida Floe ~ District 7
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The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 16:02:54 GMT -5

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Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 16:02:54 GMT -5

Proserpina Woods: Before I know it is the fourth week. This time the islands move, but instead of sinking they slide across the surface of the water. My island join with several others. The islands, they’re converging. Soon my island is a giant mass of rippling land, heading towards the very center of the arena.
An hour later, we have arrived. Nine other big slabs of land, of converged islands, are also coming, at the same speed, at the same time. And all at once, they smash together and mix together.
One giant island. They want us together. They want this to be finished.
That’s when a quarter mile, the beaches, suddenly plummet into the waters. Seconds later two cannons boom soon after each other. 11 left. Gosh, only 11 left, 11 out of 120.
I rush forward, arrow nocked, ready to finish this.

Linnea Pyre: When the island starts to move on the first day of week four, I know this is the end.
Madison, Marceline, and I crouch in the center of our island as it melds with other islands. Soon we sit upon a great big green mass of land. There might be other tributes on here. We keep our guard up.
After an hour of floating quickly forward, our island collides with nine others. We all stagger when they hit, but then we regain our footing. We are near the center of the island; all I can see is trees, undergrowth, rock, and sand.
That’s when we hear a portion of the outer part of the now singular island plop into the water. I hear two cannons fire one after the other. 11 of us left, then. Us girls are 3 out of 11. We have about a 27% chance of victory. We…we can do this.

Thalia Moore: On the first day of the fourth week, when the islands skim across the water and churn together into one big island, Azarias and I prepare spears from large sticks. We have no weapons, and I’m sure this is the end of the line.
When our makeshift weapons are finished, our island approaches nine other ones of similar size. They smash together, forming one giant island.
We’re about a mile from the edge of the island, a mile from the center; the giant island is probably two miles wide from the center to one edge.
Then we hear a crack and a plop of something heavy hitting the water. Two cannons follow soon after the loud plop. If I had to guess, I’d say a part of the island collapsed and fell into the water.
They’re pushing the 11 of us remaining together; hour after hour the island will get smaller, and so will the number of tributes, until only tributes of one District, or, more probable, one tribute in all, are left.

Tristas Flamen: Laura and I awake to feel the island moving across the waters. It mixes with several nearby island and soon has joined with dozens upon dozens of islands, becoming a behemoth of an island.
Laura and I sit near the edge of the island, fashioning weapons from the sharp rocks we find on the beach. Soon enough the island collides with nine other giants similar to it in size.
We are almost done making our stone daggers when I hear a crack, and then I’m plummeting, plummeting, plummeting. I hit the water, and instantly my skin is eaten away. Acidic water. They don’t want us swimming away.
I flail as I drown in the acidic water. The water, it burns like death. Death…

Didi Teller: Scylla, Thad, and I awaken when the island starts riding the currents towards the center of the arena. Our island melds with dozens of others, becoming giant. Eventually it crashes into nine other islands of the same size in the center of the arena. This is the end. This is the end.
Suddenly the land several hundred feet away is no more; We start running away as two cannons scream through the air. 2 dead. 11 left.
I raise my sword, taking a deep breath. This is it. It is now or never.

Caspian Reyes: Norah and I make sure to stay at the center of the island as it grows bigger and bigger, skimming across the surface and joining with dozens of other islands.
Our boat has been left behind; it won’t help with this final showdown.
Norah cleans her crossbow while I practice with my dagger. Then our island smashes into nine others, forming one mega island.
Then the outer ring of land, about a quarter mile thick, drops into the sea. Two cannons crack through the air. 11 of us are left. 11.
Norah and I move forward quickly, wanting to end this.

Narrator: I’ll be narrating this from an omniscient point of view so I don’t have to go from POV to POV to POV to get perspectives of every death.
A half hour later, another quarter mile dropped off of the island. Everyone was heading for the center, where an empty Cornucopia sat in an area void of trees. The Gamemakers had taken out all the food, water, weapons, armor, and other gear. It was just a symbol to remind the tributes; this is where it started, this is where it ends.
When an hour has passed, and another half mile had dropped off of the island, leaving it one mile wide in total, all the tributes stumble into the clearing at nearly the same exact time.
This gets very complicated really quickly.
Proserpina aimed at Didi, while Didi, Scylla, and Thad formed a triangle and stepped out of the woods. Norah and Caspian crouched just outside of the clearing; Norah was loading her bow. Thalia and Azarias burst towards the Cornucopia; from their vantage point, they cannot see it is empty. They want real weapons. Meanwhile, Marceline, Linnea, and Madison walk right into the open sunlight before stepping back quickly.
Thad shoots Azarias, and Proserpina quickly changes her aim from Didi to Thalia, and Thalia is taken down as well. That leaves for Districts; District 2, District 3, District 10, and District 11.
Proserpina fired at Didi while Didi, Thad, and Scylla rushed towards Madison, Marceline, and Linnea. Meanwhile, Norah had snuck up behind Proserpina; Caspian was approaching the District 3s and District 10s.
Proserpina released her arrow; it hit Thad in the chest, killing him, as Scylla brought her daggers down upon Madison, killing her. Didi sliced off Marceline’s head, and Scylla and Linnea tumbled into the dirt as Proserpina fired a second arrow. This one sliced cleanly through Didi’s neck just after Scylla landed the killing blow on Linnea.
Scylla staggered to her feet to see Proserpina fall to the ground, dead, a bolt from Norah sticking from Proserpina’s back. Then Scylla coughed, and her hand went to her neck, where Caspian’s dagger was, buried an inch deep.
Scylla fell of off Caspian’s dagger, dead. Norah and Caspian dropped their weapons and ran towards each other, hugging. They had won. Caspian Reyes and Norah Capone were the Victors of the 100th Hunger Games.

Caspian Reyes: I can’t believe it. We’ve won.
The hovercraft lifts us out of the arena. They heal our wounds and give us fresh clothes.
The next days are a blur; meetings with anyone and everyone in the Capitol, reunions with our families, receiving our houses in the Victor’s District. Seeder and Chaff greet us with smiles.
I can’t believe it. We’ve won.

1st Place: Norah Capone and Caspian Reyes, D. 11 Lasted: 4 weeks and survived; won
2nd place: Scylla Farmhouse, D. 10 Lasted: 4 weeks
3rd: Proserpina Woods, D. 2 Lasted: 4 weeks
4th: Didi Teller, D. 10 Lasted: 4 weeks
5th: Linnea Pyre, D. 3 Lasted: 4 weeks
6th: Marceline Pie, D. 3 Lasted: 4 weeks
7th: Thad Bypa, D. 10 Lasted: 4 weeks
8th: Madison Draper, D. 3 Lasted: 4 weeks
9th: Thalia Moore, D. 4 Lasted 4 weeks
10th: Azarias Dean, D. 4 Lasted: 4 weeks
11th: Tristas Flamen, D. 6 Lasted: 4 weeks
12th: Laura Bauer, D. 6 Lasted: 4 weeks
13th: Nina Baye, D. 6 Lasted: 3 weeks, 4 days
14th: Lukas Doone, D. 1 Lasted: 3 weeks
15th: Ravenna Mines, D.12 Lasted: 3 weeks
16th: Goldie Mills, D. 1 Lasted: 3 weeks
17th: Obadiah Foster, D. 9 Lasted: 3 weeks
18th: Sora McClow, D. 6 Lasted: 3 weeks
19th: Silas Brown, D. 6 Lasted: 3 weeks
20th: Selia Forts, D. 2 Lasted: 3 weeks
21st: Micah Daynes, D.2 Lasted: 3 weeks
22nd: Aphrodite Moon, D.1 Lasted: 3 weeks
23rd: Dinah Grae, D. 5 Lasted: 3 weeks
24th: Deborah Holmes, D. 9 Lasted: 3 weeks
25th: Gregory Patch, D. 4 Lasted: 3 weeks
26th: Rheya Montauge, D. 12 Lasted: 3 weeks
27th: Mitra Blaise, D. 5 Lasted: 3 weeks
28th: Serena Flatts, D. 4 Lasted: 3 weeks
29th: Mimi Umlatt, D. 4 Lasted: 3 weeks
30th: Graham Cook, D. 5 Lasted: 3 weeks
31st: Jessie Dioh, D. 9 Lasted: 3 weeks
32nd: Andrew Ceakies, D. 12 Lasted: 3 weeks
33rd: Lana Tritch, D. 11 Lasted: 3 weeks
34th: Zephyr Daley, D. 11 Lasted: 3 weeks
35th: Dahlia Fayce, D. 12 Lasted: 2 weeks, 5 days
36th: Oren Wu, D. 12 Lasted: 2 weeks, 5 days
37th: Daniella Bone, D. 3 Lasted: 2 weeks, 5 days
38th: Baxter Jones, D. 3 Lasted: 2 weeks, 3 days
39th: Samuel Gates, D. 3 Lasted: 2 weeks, 3 days
40th: Delia Maine, D. 3 Lasted: 2 weeks, 3 days
41st: Cameron Weiss, D. 2 Lasted: 2 weeks, 2 days
42nd: Dorian Saye, D. 7 Lasted: 2 weeks
43rd: Kathleen Jacobs, D. 7 Lasted: 2 weeks
44th: Eamon Shep, D. 3 Lasted: 2 weeks
45th: Reuben Gaines, D. 3 Lasted: 2 weeks
46th: Louis Gree, D. 7 Lasted: 2 weeks
47th: Gretna Mousey, D. 7 Lasted: 2 weeks
48th: Birch Willows, D. 7 Lasted 2 weeks
49th: Blythe Worth, D. 2 Lasted: 2 weeks
50th: Masen Fitzgerald, D. 2 Lasted: 2 weeks
51st: Lionel Gothner, D. 2 Lasted: 2 weeks
52nd: Cody Daniels, D. 2 Lasted: 2 weeks
53rd: Matteo Bayne, D. 2 Lasted: 2 weeks
54th: Claude Grazzi, D. 9 Lasted: 2 weeks
55th: Lucia Gulborne, D. 1 Lasted: 2 weeks
56th: Samantha Rowles, D. 5 Lasted: 2 weeks
57th: Azalea Graves, D. 5 Lasted: 2 weeks
58th: Carson Trucker, D. 5 Lasted: 2 weeks
59th: Jeremy Britcher, D. 5 Lasted: 2 weeks
60th: Anais Runs, D. 9 Lasted: 2 weeks
61st: Giacinta Carrier, D. 5 Lasted: 2 weeks
62nd: Ariella Smith, D. 4 Lasted: 2 days
63rd: Damien Cliffe, D. 12 Lasted: 2 days
64th: Jedediah Downing, D. 4 Lasted: 2 days
65th: Nikki Turnabout, D. 7 Lasted: 2 days
66th: Jason Carmichael, D. 12 Lasted: 2 days
67th: Norman Hike, D. 5 Lasted: 2 days
68th: Corey Baker, D. 3 Lasted: 2 days
69th: Carlisle Chukowski, D. 4 Lasted: 2 days
70th: Racquel Proctor, D. 12 Lasted: 2 days
71st: Grand Matthews, D. 1 Lasted: 2 days
72nd: Amaze Dee, D. 1 Lasted: 2 days
73rd: Iron Mendes, D. 1 Lasted: 2 days
74th: Lilith Shea, D. 8 Lasted: 2 days
75th: Rae Bedding, D. 8 Lasted: 2 days
76th: Nadia Mayweather, D. 2 Lasted: 2 days
77th: JoJo Dillard, D. 5 Lasted: > 1 day
78th: Teodoro Diaz, D. 12 Lasted: > 1 day
79th: Junie Springs, D. 12 Lasted: > 1 day
80th: Adam Perez, D. 4 Lasted: > 1 day
81st: Soren Famkowski, D. 10 Lasted: > 1 day
82nd: Amalia Lordship, D. 10 Lasted: > 1 day
83rd: Hyacinth Raye, D. 10 Lasted: > 1 day
84th: Edison Loch, D. 10 Lasted: > 1 day
85th: Bia Reynolds, D. 10 Lasted: > 1 day
86th: Zach Dorrance, D. 10 Lasted: > 1 day
87th: Frank Truman, D. 10 Lasted: > 1 day
88th: Axel Johnson, D. 7 Lasted: > 1 day
89th: Thomas Flores, D. 7 Lasted: > 1 day
90th: Lilah Mintee, D. 7 Lasted: > 1 day
91st: Johnny Capps, D. 7 Lasted: > 1 day
92nd: Throne Gripes, D. 11 Lasted: > 1 day
93rd: Tallulah Gregs, D. 11 Lasted: > 1 day
94th: Griffin Spimes, D. 11 Lasted > 1 day
95th: Maia Erks, D. 11 Lasted: > 1 day
96th: Justin Biff, D. 11 Lasted: > 1 day
97th: Applebee Piedmont, D. 11 Lasted: > 1 day
98th: Alina Ree, D. 9 Lasted: > 1 day
99th: Dallas Maverick, D. 9 Lasted: > 1 day
100th: Lena Josephine, D. 9 Lasted: > 1 day
101st: Jonathan Meyers, D. 9 Lasted: > 1 day
102nd: Clarisse Wallings, D. 9 Lasted: > 1 day
103rd: Garry True, D. 6. Lasted: > 1 day
104th: Elijah Suave, D. 6 Lasted: > 1 day
105th: Tucker Cantes, D. 6 Lasted: > 1 day
106th: Malia Sayre, D. 2 Lasted: > 1 day
107th: Naomi Carrier, D. 6 Lasted: > 1 day
108th: Willa Pier, D. 6 Lasted: > 1 day
109th: Sterling Grafe, D. 1 Lasted: > 1 day
110th: Deity Schwartz, D. 1 Lasted: > 1 day
111th: Abalone Danya, D. 4 Lasted: > 1 day
112th: Mandala Leave, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day
113th: Castor Cunn, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day
114th: Leonard Bunkowski, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day
115th: Gabrielle Santos, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day
116th: Benjamin Wilkes, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day
117th: Timothy Saunders, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day
118th: Shawn Board, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day
119th: Daisy Burke, D. 8 Lasted: > 1 day

Candida Floe ~ District 7

Candida Floe ~ District 7 Seam Resident 24 POSTS last seen May 16, 2016 20:29:09 GMT -5	The 100th Hunger Games, the 4th Quarter Quell Nov 21, 2015 16:03:58 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Candida Floe ~ District 7 on Nov 21, 2015 16:03:58 GMT -5 THE END!
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