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The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel} Feb 1, 2016 14:19:12 GMT -5

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Feb 1, 2016 14:19:12 GMT -5

Iain Miristioma
I'm at war with the world cause I ain't never gonna sell my soul

Fear stampedes throughout my entire body as my feet touch the floor for the first day of training. A silent sigh escapes my lips while my hands raise into the air above my head stretching away the sleeplessness lingering inside of me. This is my first chance to actually see what the other tributes can do although I don't wish to see them. The one person I want to stand beside is my cousin, Kirito, but not even he has the power to save me. My heart sinks into my stomach against my will, and my teeth chatter against one another. Icy chills creep up and down my spine, and my entire body shivers. One silent breath after another I finally find the courage to stand and face the day. Hopefully nothing bad happens, but I know at the Capitol anything is possible, yet the odds aren't in my favor.

Downcast eyes scan the training center as I find myself looking from tribute to tribute. Just looking at them terrifies me, but I guess the purpose of this is to find something I'm good at. Something I can use in the arena to potentially save myself. Yet how can a fourteen year old scrawny kid with a crippled leg defeat anyone? Some of the tributes look like they could snap me in half with only one hand, or perhaps a finger. All I am is a twig, and Kirito has to know I stand no chance against anyone here, and to know that in only a few days they'll turn into bloodthirsty murderers only make this entire situation much, much worse. Despite it all I keep moving around dragging my lame leg behind me while trying to stay hidden from the sight of the others.

Straying to the shadows of the gym, my eyes focus on the floor, but soon I find myself standing at one of the stations. Ropes rest on the table, and my hands wrap around them trying to figure out what I can do.

My mind drifts to Kirito as I wonder what he did during his time in the training center. Was he as afraid as I am? Was he able to make friends? I know I saw him with a group when I watched his games, and I remember the pain radiated from him the moment he lost them. Hopefully I can do the same. I want to go home, but I don't want to kill anyone. Perhaps his will to survive kept him going. His drive to return home to us. Maybe I can find some alone time with him away from the mess away from the horrors that surround me. Maybe he can tell me how to win. Was his will enough to keep going even after all the pain he experienced?

Shaking my head slightly, I hold on to the small hope of one day standing by his side mentoring tributes together, yet in the back of my mind, I know I'll always be remembered as the scrawny crippled kid from district eleven who failed.

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The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel} Feb 1, 2016 16:38:01 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 1, 2016 16:38:01 GMT -5

insanis keeni

Lean into my side
Never felt alive
Call the chance and sigh

There are no guys like me... There is only me.

The words are burned in my mind as I stare at my breakfast bowl. This 'cereal' thing is actually pretty appealing but my appetite isn't exactly the best today of all days. I don't care if someone's been training to be a career since the day they came out of the hospital after being born, no ones going to be ready for this fucking training thing. It's not that I'm scared or anything. To be honest none of these guys seem particularly scary at all. Even these so called 'careers' who have been training for ages seem very intimidating to me. At the end of the day we're all people and people still bleed.

I scoop a spoonful of cornflakes and shovel it in my mouth and swallow it before barely chewing. Fuck me, why is my hand shaking? I look down and my spoon is moving up and down in my hand, it even clatters against the edge of the bowl a few times and sprays droplets of white all over the table. I grab my wrist with my left hand and the shaking stops. Fucking dipshit Insanis. If I'm already shaking now what am I gonna do on the day of the bloodbath? Piss my pants? I shake my head (as if that'll clear my thoughts) and stand up.

"I'm done." I tell my escort, looking at the empty cereal bowl. Honestly, I was mostly eating it for the taste but if what I heard is true it's gonna be so useful for keeping me awake and full of energy. Something about keeping me well nourished and it being packed with fibre and carbohydrates that I can burn for energy. I don't know how rigorous this training is supposed to be so I suppose it's best not to look weak in front of the other tributes. If I look weak they'll start thinking they can wind me up and take me for a ride. Don't fuck with me or else.

I step away from the table and back into my room. The Capitol really goes all out when it comes to dressing up their tributes. My training top is skin tight, short sleeved with a white number 6 sewn on the shoulder and if I turn around a number six on the back would also be revealed. I'm not muscular in the slightest and this dark top reveals that. Nothing can be hidden, I am who I am and who I am is shown for all to see. Although, I guess I'm lucky Kitty went in last year and not me. Last year I was a twig and anyone could've snapped me in half. At least now I've filled out a big, put a bit of meat on these bones ever since there were less mouths to feed. I will admit, these clothes are pretty comfortable but I feel so exposed.

As long as I don't stand out then that's good. I don't want to appear super weak or the careers will be all over me. I don't want to appear too strong or the careers will be all over me. Just be myself and that will scare them off. I want to inspire one thing when people see me and one thing only. I need to them to feel, and be drowned in one simple thing at the sound of my name. Fear. I wear my mask of confidence and make my way to the training centre.

The elevator door opens and I'm exposed to the world of the Hunger Games.

It's so fucking huge. Death decorates every rack here. I see a rack of: swords, knives, spears, javelins, axes, ropes, anything that can kill and the Capitol has a rack for it. I close my eyes and inhale, then exhale. The potential for death is tangible in the very air and atmosphere around this place. It's so... so... good... I smirk plasters itself across my face as I simple take in and admire the scenery...

And it's instantly spoiled by someone in the way. Bingo. I grin and take a look at the side of his shirt and notice an eleven sewn across his arm. He walks like he's fucking special or something, a grotesque parody of a normal walk. Pain, he looks like he's been through so much sweet, sweet... Pain. My eyes light up like the stars in the night sky at the thought of all the old agony that's gone through his life. He can't be older sixteen. I begin walking, pretending I don't notice him keeping up my masquerade. I keep walking, and walking. Step, by, step.

CRASH!

I wear a mask of surprise to see I bumped into the kid from eleven. "Watch were you're going kid!" I spit that last word with as much fake venom as I cam possibly muster. I don't let it stop there, I sense no pain. I give him the hardest two handed shove I can muster before saying my next sentence. "You fucking deaf or just plain dumb?!"

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The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel} Feb 2, 2016 7:26:41 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 2, 2016 7:26:41 GMT -5

hettie.

Having my head face down on the table, no matter how hard I try to blank out the escort’s chattering, nothing works. Since he announced my name back home, has hasn’t rested. The last thing I heard before I went to sleep was his voice. The first thing I heard when I woke up this morning was his voice. I do wish I could fetch him into the arena with me, maybe trade him for my District partner and then butcher him down legally. I have so many methods running around in my head on how I would slaughter that motor mouth; removing his tongue seems too easy.

Porridge has presented itself to me in a bowl and it is the most horrid thing I have ever put in my mouth…and well I have put a lot of things in my mouth. The escort suggested I add fruits and sugar too it, his advice was the most useful thing that has come out from between his lips. I finished the bowl and licked it clean; hopefully it will give me the energy that it is supposed to.

Excitement kept me awake last night, as I ran through scenarios on what could possibly happen in the training centre today. All these twenty-three other people to make friends…and enemies with. All these twenty-three people who I shall make a mess of as soon as we step into that arena together. I had watched the reaping tapes on the train on the way here and well the competition looks high on the career front however the lower districts seem to be sticking by their stereotypical selves. At last, it seems the luck that has been driving Eleven to success has been lifted and it has now landed in the career Districts. All three career Districts have been showing themselves up recently and well ripred reaped me to make Four look good again.

Raising my head from the table, I’d run my hands on the clothing that the Capitol has painted on me. Skin tight top and bottoms, most likely to show our bodies off to sponsours and the other tributes and well it doesn’t give me justice. Yes my muscles are shining through them but my lack of breasts is prominent, I won’t be surprised if I am mistaken as a boy. Tied back in a tight bun, my short red locks are away from my face, allowing me full vision for when I step into that centre.

Rising from the table, I’d dismiss myself without speaking, heading straight towards the elevators. Eagerness seems to be powering my sleepless body but I cannot allow the other tributes see me without energy, they’ll think I was crying during the night…Hettie Cheyne does not cry. I am overly excited to be reunited with a knife. The bread and butter knives in the District Four quarters haven’t sufficed and I know the centre will hold the real blade.

Waiting for the elevator door to slide open, I’d step out into the centre, taking in the exterior. It looks much more modern than that of Four’s. Like a giddy child stepping into a playground, I’d hurry towards the different stations, observing each one. ”This is perfect, everything is so perfect.” Rubbing my hands together, a grin would present itself on my face as my eyes widen at the exciting tools, ready to be played with.

Spinning around the room, I’d look at the tributes that are already in here, not everyone is here yet. My eyes would catch two males, one much older than the other. I can see an eleven on the younger one. He must be the boy Snow reaped to rid Eleven of their hope. The older male has a six sewn on his shirt and he seems to be intimidating the younger boy…ahh a bully.

Licking my lips, I’d observe the situation, wondering if I should step in. The District Six boy is a pretty one,I know he has had a lot of relatives in the games before, he may have his uses…The Eleven boy on the other hand, he would be a good meat shield.

Rubbing my hands together, I’d head straight towards the pair, somewhat standing in between them. Having my back to the Eleven, my eyes would run up and down the Six boy. ”The only dumb one here is you. Picking on a weak pathetic boy like that thing. Don’t we have anything better to do?” A smirk would play itself on my face as I flash a wink at the Six boy before turning to the Eleven. ”And you seriously, I’d hide before the vultures pick you out for dinner.”

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The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel} Feb 2, 2016 18:42:57 GMT -5

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Post by * on Feb 2, 2016 18:42:57 GMT -5

Cecilia Brontz

The capitol lights and buildings have blinded me. White walls and color adornments all over the place. Weirdly shaped chairs and low hanging lights are all in your face at the dinner table in the appropriately numbered housing level. District eight gets the eighth level. A little higher than the rest but the careers, even though they are on bottom, are the ones who feel themselves highest of all tributes that now occupy the staying here. No one dares to travel between the levels while resting here at night and awaiting the dreaded private training sessions. Leisurely strolling about the district motel is a no-no. I have nothing else I can be doing right now except for waiting to head down to start this training.

"I'm going to be eaten alive down there. I've not trained a day in my life. I have no experience living this life. Why not just reap from the oodles of careers dying for their right to be in the games?" I argue with myself.

The kitchen like area is vacant. No sign of my escort and no trace of a mentor ever being here. We are the unlucky ones. District eight just doesn't seem to have the luck in keeping their people alive for long. What am I to do? My hand reaches out to the window that leads to the outside world. The sun rising above from somewhere that the buildings are hiding. These people have no idea what's out there. What real life is like. They are all living a lie.

"We should just let you all play and see how you like it." I mutter from my hushed voice, growling out a small bit of frustration. Without my siblings beside me, I am finally free to voice my opinions. My job was to keep them going and never show distaste, however at this very moment, I could care less. I'm suppose to pretend to be like the capitol people, right?

"I'm ready to go."

District partner in tow, the way is lead for us to enter the hell that will become our lives for the next little while. My heart starts to flitter out of control. My fingers shake beside my legs. My toes curl up and uncurl when I take my first step toward my fate. A thousand times over, my mind is playing different scenarios and with each scenario, I feel my face draining of color. "I'm not ready for this."

I clench my hands together with my head held high as I start to survey the room. The people that reside in here already. The big, buff boys that would have to be none other than the so called careers that have trained all their lives for this big moment. The girls whose stylists have create a updo so tight that their faces might be pulled to the max. If they smiled or frowned, it might break their skin. Yes, these are the people that I don't want to fit in with, but in another world, I do. Strategy is key, right? If I were to get in with one or even two of them, then what's to say that with them behind me - a wolf behind a mere kitten - that I would end up being safe from harm?

"Ceci, breath." The words relax me, and I emerge into the flowing sea like one of the rest of them. Confidence is broken only moments later and six steps near the fire making station and my vision catches onto a scene that resembles my own. Watching some older, more brawn based boy taunting another younger no older than myself. I halt, afraid to move any further because if I do, then he'll be left more alone if I could ever turn my cheek away.

I can't though and soon enough, one of the porcelain skinned girls approaches next, making the situation more dangerous as she steps in front of both and as the words play into my ears, I know it's time to break up this love fest.

"I thought the vultures liked meat on their prey. Since we are too skinny, shouldn't you go pick on someone your own size... or mental level. No real threat are we, but you two... there's enough to fight with. Enough to pick off of." I walk up to the boy, giving him my hand and then helping him to stand, not taking my eyes off the boy who actually pushed him down. "Maybe you should give him a chance to show you what he can do instead of automatically assuming you can just push anyone around. You aren't a career..."

Bold? Maybe. Stupid... I have never felt more terrified in my life standing in front of these two people.

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The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel} Feb 2, 2016 21:35:27 GMT -5

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Feb 2, 2016 21:35:27 GMT -5

Iain Miristioma
Fourteen | Male | District Eleven | 72nd Hunger Games

Sometimes I find myself wondering what Kirito did in the training center. I wonder what he trained with. Perhaps he listened to Katelyn and took her advice, yet at the same time I wonder if he rebelled against her. It's all the same in my eyes. Nothing matters. Mentors can only do so much; it's up to the tributes to do the rest, and I hope they can help me out as much as they can because I need them. Carrita needs them. Katelyn, Kirito, and Harbinger are our lifelines right now, and if they fail to get us anything we need, our lives could end in a matter of seconds.

As soon as the thought enters my mind, I quickly put it away. I can't stand here thinking of death and how it lurks just a few days away. I promised Kirito I wouldn't. I promised him I would do what I could to just live from day to day, but it's harder than it looks especially when I'm in the room with every single one of the other tributes.

Thud!

I'm hit hard, and I notice the man from six is towering over top of me looking down at me like I'm a piece of meat, but bumping into me wasn't enough for him because soon after his hands meet my chest, and I'm flying towards the ground as he screams horrible words at me. I can feel myself wanting to cower in fear as shock waves of pain sores through my body as I land hard on the ground. My eyes snap shut for only a moment as I force myself to find something else to focus on because I know I'll start crying if I don't. But I'm not deaf, and I'm not dumb. I'm neither of those. My family always told me I'm smart, and that the people who tell me I'm something different don't deserve a place in my life. Yet the way I see it, anyone who tries to put me down is a lowlife who has no cares in the entire world.

If it wasn't bad enough already, the girl from four comes running over towards us insulting the guy towering above me before directing her words at me. It's like a sword slicing through my skin. I know the other tributes will find me an easy target because I'm a scrawny, crippled kid. I know they'll go after me because I'm nothing but a rusty nail being driven into the floor. I'm useless to everyone here, and I might as well face the fact that I am going to die soon.

And to make matters worse, the girl from eight comes running over too, but she doesn't put me down. No her sassy remarks are directed at the two towering over top me. The sound of my racing heart echoes throughout my entire mind as she tells them to leave me alone. As she offers for them to see what I can do instead of knocking me down. No. I can't do anything. Please don't ask me to show it to them. Please. I beg you. She soon reaches her hand down, and I grab ahold of it before pulling myself into a standing position. But I never say a word. All I can do is stare at the ground wishing none of this had happened.

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The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel} Feb 3, 2016 16:30:40 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 3, 2016 16:30:40 GMT -5

insanis keeni

Lean into my side
Never felt alive
Call the chance and sigh

A wave of pleasure surges through me as I see it. The moment of shock, surprise, pain that all flashes through his face in what feels like an instant before he drops to the ground like a magnet. He almost feels to fall in slow motion, just so I can observe every wince, every motion; like a slow freeze frame as the ground calls him down and down and down. The wave of pleasure is must be evident, a flash of pride passes across my face, glitters in my eyes then it's passed. Gone and never to be seen again. It's not that I'm particularly impressed with my 'effort' because in all honesty that was as effort as catching a slow feather floating to the ground.

I'm towering over him, he's completely at my mercy. What shall I do to you little pretty boy? What will I make you feel next? My heart begins smashing against my rib cage like a hammer against a wall. It's so strong, as if it's going to burst out and expose itself. Thud! Thud! Thud! It's racing faster than blood racing away from a wound. I'm studying him, staring at his horrified expression and keeping my eyes locked on what he's doing.

Pain, humiliation, fear.

This is why I live. I live for those three things; it's all well and good fantasising and day dreaming about seeing some random guy at my mercy and the only thing he knows are those three things. But it's a whole different feeling to actually be in the moment. A wide smirk begins to carve itself on my face as I see him there; I know it and he knows it, there's no escape for you, kid. It's oh so true. I could pin him down right now and batter his scared little face in with all my might with my bare fists. Sure that victor guy wouldn't be very happy but then I can deal with him as well. I can't lose, I won't lose. I... I-

”The only dumb one here is you. Picking on a weak pathetic boy like that thing. Don’t we have anything better to do?”

My focus is instantly stolen from my victim by red. It flows from the thief's head like a bloody water fall and I'm almost taken aback by it. That beautiful colour... The colour red I love it. It attracts me. The colour associated with the pain of bleeding out. I take a quick glance and see that she has a white number 4 sewn on her top and my interest is instantly perked. Career. It's not that I'm intimidated by careers in the slightest. The real power of people like her comes from the fact that people piss their pants the moment they see a number 1, 2 or 4 on someone's clothes. If they were all that scary wouldn't they have won the last three games? But to be fair, with this kid I don't see District eleven continuing on that winning streak.

"Who said anything about we." I quip, raising an eyebrow but as my smirk lessens up slightly. I don't even know this girl's name and she's already talking like we're some sort of couple. I don't know how stuff works in four but I don't immediately pair with someone, no matter how attractive I think they are, even if they wink at me. Unlucky for her.

”And you seriously, I’d hide before the vultures pick you out for dinner.” She tells him, I can't help but chuckle. "As if that'll help." I state nonchalantly.

Before my words can sink in yet another little girl wanders over here, this time I notice her way before she can speak. But what she says is, amusing. "I thought the vultures liked meat on their prey. Since we are too skinny, shouldn't you go pick on someone your own size... or mental level. No real threat are we, but you two... there's enough to fight with. Enough to pick off of." I chuckle once again at her statement. What a bold bitch. And to make it even worse she actually goes to the boy and tries to help him up.

Am I seriously going to get shown up by this kid?

Fuck that, I'll hurt her to.

"Maybe you should give him a chance to show you what he can do instead of automatically assuming you can just push anyone around. You aren't a career..." She adds, as if a final blow to the ribs while I'm down.

I'm cold now, my smirk completely wiped from my face. I step towards her, not so I'm exactly squaring up to her but just enough so she knows I'm closer. I don't need to square up to no snot nosed little kid brat. "I know I'm not a career, I'm much, much worse,"I pause, allowing my worse to sink in. Of course I'm partially talking a whole bunch of shit. I don't even know the careers who are entering that arena with me, and I've never actually held a spear or sword in my life or done any real training. Hell, I've never actually had a decent diet in my life. I'm not like this District four girl who's clearly built for fighting. But none of that fucking matters. I don't care how many spears any of these fuckers have chuckled at people. "I've gotta give you credit though, you've got more guts than this guy." I motion to the other kid sprawled on the floor before allowing my smirk to re-emerge.

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The swamp awakens {Kou/Marr/Frankel} Feb 4, 2016 14:42:03 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 4, 2016 14:42:03 GMT -5

hettie.

I’ve always wondered what goes on inside people’s minds. I don’t want to be a psychologist, that just seems like too much hard work to me and well…I don’t like helping people…Really, I am just intrigued , the mind is our own solemn escapism where a little voice tells us what to do…or that’s what I think…maybe it’s different for everyone else. When I tortured those boys, I would have just wished to see what they were thinking, feel the pain that I was putting them through. The screams that bellowed from their lunges were not enough to confirm what I was performing on them worked…

It’s just like these tributes, knowing what they were thinking would be a great upper-hand for me. I’d know what they were planning, how they were feeling…what their weaknesses are. Although with this pack of invalids, it’s easy to see who will be easier to knock down and who won’t. It’s just fear in the eyes is becoming over-rated. Just like this District Eleven boy who is begging for mercy from the older, much large District Six. I can see it in their actions but I want to hear the words that are running through both boys’ minds.

Likely the younger boy is weak, I’ve seen him limping around the training centre before…he’d be easy bait. Someone to throw out in the field, to lure in the tribute hunters in the arena. Many hold grudges towards Eleven, due to their sudden influx of luck. The two youngsters, including this boy, are likely on the top of everyone’s hit list. If the kids are on other’s minds, they’re likely to leave me and butcher the boy instead. Which gives me the chance to slaughter them while their focus is on eradicating any chances an Eleven returns home for the fourth time in a row…

"Who said anything about we."We…we would be perfect. With what I can tell from this older boy, his mind is like mine, just we run a little differently. Being remorseless, sadistic, ruthless, savage, traits like that help in situations like this. Blood thirsty, red-haired slut, I have had those words thrown at me forever and none so often since I stepped into the Capitol. I have created a name for myself, I have spread like wildfire and that’s how I want it to continue when I step into the games.

I want to paint the arena with the blood of the fallen and well I need a partner to do that, this boy seems to meet the criteria, while the little one…he would be a good pet for us to play with and discard when necessary…

"I thought the vultures liked meat on their prey. Since we are too skinny, shouldn't you go pick on someone your own size... or mental level. No real threat are we, but you two... there's enough to fight with. Enough to pick off of." Removing myself from thought, I’d turn, facing a younger female. An eight is sewn onto her top, helping me identify who she is. District Eight is another without a bat of luck and hopefully this year won’t be the year they receive it… "Maybe you should give him a chance to show you what he can do instead of automatically assuming you can just push anyone around. You aren't a career..." I am, I am the career. The girl really is brave, to march over here and defend this weakling in front of a career and a much older tribute.

Eying the three that surround me, I’d watch the boy rise to his feet, a grin marching across my face. The girl would be a great asset; I need something with guts, something with brains another pet for me to discard at the right moment. Despite the mis-match of us all…we would be a great combination. I’ve been unable to pick out an ideal alliance, even the careers don’t suit my criteria but these three…these three would be perfect. Rubbing my hands together slightly, I’d lick my teeth, turning towards to Eleven boy. ”Maybe he could give you that chance in the arena…when you become allies.” Smirking, I’d move close to the boy, resting my hand on his shoulder. ”Seriously…you know why nobody would want to ally with you…if you don’t then I don’t know where they’ve been hiding you…but I have a proposal for you. Ally with me…and you will last much longer than with anyone else…”

Turning to the Eight girl, before giving the boy the chance to accept the proposition, I’d try and put on a warming smile on my face. ”Girl you’ve guts to march your way over here…maybe you could join your little boyfriend in this alliance…we could do with someone with courage…”

Biting my bottom lip, I’d finally turn to the District Six boy, forming the smirk back on my face. ”And you…your family’s luck in the games is obsolete…however I see something different in you…maybe you can give up your differences with this Eleven weakling and join us…as I don’t see any other alliance calling your name…I am a career, I can protect you all…as long as you do as you’re told.” Flashing a wink towards the Six boy, I’d stay close to him, allowing them all to consider my sudden proposition.

A career…a bully…the brave…and a meat shield…what a perfect combination.