Two's 67th Hunger Games [Victor: Adria!]

[Memoria.]

Skype:
Skype had stopped talking she knew when she should shut up and most times she didn't talk that much anyway. She didn't plan on leaving the room anytime soon though so she just looked over at the ground and then closed her eyes.

Angelina:
Angel stood up and started to walk around since she didn't really have anything else to do. She was so bored that she actually thought about going to her room and sleeping even though she wasn't tired and she never went to sleep early anyway. 'I don't feel like sleeping but what else is there to do here' she thought then looked around a bit confused about what to do.

[honeybee.]

Maple nodded, running through the list of the teammates in her mind. The District One tributes seemed quite enthusiastic. Their energy would be useful in the days to come, same with Clair. The pair from District Three seemed to be peacemakers, and from what Maple had observed, highly intelligent and empathetic. Her own partner, Leo, was a renowned striker; capable of moving almost impossibly fast with his sword blade, though he lacked in endurance. That was where Maple came in. The defender's strength was to outlast, then overpower. Maple did that best. Many of her allies relied on offensive power, not stamina; Maple was the strong protector they could count on once they began to tire in a fight.
So when she responded, she spoke with all the calm assurance of her politician brethren, like Acacia and Rowan and Willow and countless others before her.
"Indeed."

"Scarlet seems much nicer that her predecessors." Leo added, "And Clair seems very fearless. She's very fast too, she'll be able to kill her enemies before they even notice her attack."

[hilde]

Jack nodded. "Thank you Adria." He said. "It means everything to me." Without saying anything else he reached over and gave his best friend a hug.

Scarlet was crying a little bit of tears of joy and she wiped her eye. "Oh Baux that is beautiful." She said. "Me too. When I kill that traitorous creep Cedric I will mount his head on his own sword and use your spear to carve our initials into his forehead."

Jonas just stuck out his tounge. "I'm not afraid of you little GIRL!" He said sexistly knowing it wuold make them really mad. He sat down beside mitchell "We should become rebels and lead this team!"
Wilma was beating up Will randomly.
BELLA WAS STILL STARING AT FRANK. HER HUGE ICE BLUE EYES BORE HOLES INTO HIS SOUL LIKE SHE WAS MEDUSA AND HE WAS GOING TO BE HER MOST FAVORITE STATUE EVER. SHE WAS STARING SO HARD HER EYES COULD HAVE POPPED OUT OF HER HEAD BUT SHE WAS SO USED TO STARING THAT THEY DIDN'T. SHE JUST KEPT STARING. SHE HAD NOT STOPPED STARING AT HIM SINCE THE REAPING. SHE WATCHED HIM AT ALL TIMES. BELLA JUST KEPT STARING AT FRANK. SHE WOULD NEVER STOP STARING AT HIM. STARING INTO THE EYES OF THE MOST HANDSOME MAN IN THE WORLD AND ALL SHE CUOLD THINK WAS "MINE." SHE KEPT STARING.

[TheFae]

Naomi
16
Location: Her Room
Tagged: No One Ed Grant

Naomi stayed awake long enough to see her score of a 9. She was happy with the solid number, but the drowsiness overtook her body. Before long, she was fast asleep. The day was long, and she was not used to the stress she was putting on her body. She had been tense all day, and it was very draining physically and mentally. She happily slipped into the dreamland, dreaming about the past tributes.

Cedric
18
Location: His Room
Tagged: No One

Cedric was pissed. "How do I only get a 7?" He shouted, jumping up. He should have gotten higher, especially since he was just as equally talented- no more talented- than Maple Adamson, and she scored a 10.
"These Gamemakers are so biased!" He screeched, throwing whatever was near him. He was fuming, and the only way he could calm down is by going for a swim. Unfortunately, there was no swimming pool available at this hour. The next best thing was to take the longest bath in his life. He stalked into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and immediately turn on all sources of water, almost instantly calming at the sound. Water gave him strength, and he was praying that the arena was entirely water, or at least partly.

[SunnyJustice]

Maple nodded slowly. Scarlet's only known predecessors were her cousin Blake and her brother Cobalt. Both were traitorous, and both were killed by the Adamson of their year. Unlike them, Scarlet seemed loyal. She seemed very high-strung, though, like Clair. The girl from District Four was incredibly friendly and outgoing, to the point of it being abnormal. She seemed to accept everything with a smile. Clair wasn't afraid to die, and Maple saw many different outcomes of this situation.
Of course, now wasn't the time for such useless thoughts. Maple did not suspect an issue, but if it happened, she could deal with it efficiently. Right now it was time for planning other things. An alliance needed to work together, to pick the same prey to hunt.
Maple took a piece of paper from a nearby shelf, then reached for a pencil. She printed the word 'TARGETS' at the top of the sheet. Maple's writing was easy to distinguish from her siblings' penmanship. Rowan's was flowing and extravagant, Willow's was sharp and crooked, and Olive printed big, curvy block letters. On the other hand, Maple's writing was clean and bold. No unnecessary flourishes like Rowan, no violent scribbling like Willow.
In silence, she handed the pencil to Leo for him to jot down some victims.

Sally, of course, was blushing like a maniac. Ally had her by the hand, and her fellow queen was so incredibly attractive. Even for someone as amazing and perfect as the great Sally herself, Ally was completely irresistable. "I think we should lead them all straight into Clair Grant," she giggled maliciously. Sally couldn't wait to see the rebels punished.
Frank's smile faltered for a second under Bella's intense stare. He often enjoyed looking at her, but now it was beginning to get freaky. I hope she isn't planning to kill me, he thought fearfully. She seemed to be a little too intently focused on his face...

The idiot was lost again. He was the dumbest blonde in history, seriously. Cole and Lewis were probably planning a great prank without him, and Willow was going to slap him silly when he got back to class. He would be late, and when the tardy bell rang, so would the sound of a slap hitting him square across the face. He was still smiling, though, because it was fun being lost. It was like a game, one of those maze games. He thought he was pretty good at those.
There was one game he definitely wasn't good at, though. In fact, he was so bad at it, he knew he was going to lose from the start. But he didn't want to be a sore loser -- pun intended -- so he chose to be checkmated by a particular graceful winner.
He was actually smiling as he thought of this ridiculous analogy. He was a pretty ridiculous person, after all. And now that he needn't be afraid of death any longer, he was even more carefree.
Maybe too carefree, because he walked right into someone.
"Oh, I am so sorry," he stammered, taking a step back. For a second he was stunned silent. He had never seen this girl before, but she was so beautiful, this had to be some kind of dream. "I'm Ed," he said, trying to play it cool. "Are you the square root of negative one? Because you can't be real."

[anathema]

"No problem," Adria replied warmly, embracing Jack. She still was a bit apprehensive; she wasn't sure why Jack had gone through with this, and why he had volunteered to meet his demise. Wasn't he afraid?
Maybe he wasn't anymore. After all, she had promised to take care of Jillian and the rest of his family if and when he passed. But what if she wasn't able to fulfill his promise? What if she died as well? Perhaps he would survive. Would he take care of Addison?
"But Jack," she added, her tone a bit on-edge. "If I happen to, you know, get killed, and you make it out of the arena, could you please just make sure that my family stays safe?"

Ally had taken slight notice of Sally's blush, smiling lightly before clasping the girl's other hand within hers. Her heartbeat began to pick up slightly as she stammered a few times while responding. "Oh, yes, I heard that Clair Grant loves to try new things." Ally finished the sentence with a grin filled with bloodlust. "How about we suggest to her that she pushes Jonas's head one way and his shoulders the opposite?"
She then glanced over at Will and Wilma, watching as the two threw their fists at each other's faces. "And," she continued, "I would like to test Will Blue's loyalty to our alliance, as we never tested him. At the bloodbath, I would like for him to challenge the girl from Seven to a duel."
Ally then asked, "Do you have any ideas for Mortimer? We've got to get rid of him, too."

"How about we do that to each of our victims?" Baux suggested, an unexplainable emotion flashing within his eyes. He took great pleasure in thinking up different ways to painfully murder his victims. "You know what? I actually have an idea for my first kill of the games."
He paused for a few moments before finally speaking again. "I'm gonna commit an 'Aster Caraway', but worse. I'm going to lodge a spear into the tribute's abdomen, and then I'll stab their arms and legs with two knives for each limb. Then I'll snap their neck―but not all the way, just as Aster did two years ago. Then, I'll carve both our initials into the tributes' chest before finally finishing them off by tying a rope around their throat to completely constrict their breathing."
When he finished, he realized that compared what to what Aster Caraway had done, his kill would be much more intricate and painful, but shorter. Rosemary Hill had spent an entire day suffering, and was still dying when Aster had reached the school. Baux, however, would finish off his victim in a timeframe of five minutes.

[hilde]

"Of course." Said Jack. "But you are not going to die." He was a bit angry. "I won't let you."

"NOOOOO!" Wined Will
"Precious Morty is ALWAYS talking about killing maple!" Said Wilma "THEY SHOULD FIGHT FOR REAL!"
BELLA KEPT STARING AT FRANK. JUST STARING.

Scarlet nodded as she listened closely. "genius!" She said with a smile. "I'm going to pin mine to the cornucopia and stab them by throwing knives at htem like they are a target."

[anathema]

Jack's words didn't seem to reassure Adria any further. "I'd miss you too much if I had to go back to District Seven without you. Jack, you don't have to do this. You have a shot at going home as well. I can't win, I—I'm too scared." She could barely believe that she was telling him this, mainly because she'd bottled up all these emotions and put on a facade of fearlessness and heroism. She'd convinced the Capitol that she'd volunteered to avenge her deceased siblings and friends and that she would win; that she'd never give in.

"We should practice our killing methods, though," Bauxite suggested. "Maybe we should, hmm, sneak into the Training Center?"
A mischievous grin spread across his face at the thought of entering the desolate training hall after-hours. He wanted that to be see what he'd be doing to his victim instead of simply visualizing it. Not only that, but to him, a dim-lit room filled with numerous deadly weapons was most likely the most romantic concept to ever exist.

[TheFae]

Naomi
16
Location: Sleepland
Tagged: Ed

Naomi immediately bumped into a gorgeous boy that had blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Her heart was immediately his, without a doubt. She knew exactly who it was. Ed Grant from the 66th Games. She remembered rooting for him, and she ended up crying when he died. He sacrificed himself for the others. It was heroic. She also knew that Cole was his best bud. Thinking of Cole sent a painful pang through her heart, since Cole was their age. Noah, her twin, was very upset when he died. He ended up losing his best friend. Naomi cleared her head and returned to the present, where a god-like creature was standing before her. She didn't even know how he appeared, but she wasn't complaining.
"That's a really cheesy pick-up line." She smiled up at him. "But it worked." She winked.

[SunnyJustice]

Sally's smile was as wide as the horizon, and her heart felt like it was going to spontaneously go into cardiac arrest. She looked into Ally's eyes, that beautiful brown gaze she could just get lost in forever. Time seemed like it was going by too fast and Sally wanted to stay like this forever. She nodded in eager anticipation as Ally suggested a way to get Jonas killed by Clair, and again when she suggested forcing Will to challenge Adria. All excellent ideas... Ally was absolutely brilliant.
Sally was dumbstruck by the sheer grace and magnificance of the great woman in front of her, and she struggled to think of a response, but Wilma shouted one first. "Great idea!" Sally yelled back, then turned to Ally and, for the first time in her life, used an 'indoor voice'. "Wilma mentioned that Mortimer has been talking about attacking Maple. We can tell him to do just that..."
"Mortimer!" she screamed, back to her old self. "Get your ugly behind here!"
Mortimer walked over, nonchalantly. "What?"
"You wanna fight Maple? Do it."
Mortimer raised an eyebrow. "What-ever. I'll so win, anyway." He snorted, a hideous, disgusting sound. He was becoming more like Mitchell by the second. "Nobody is as amazing as me." Without being dismissed, he walked away arrogantly.
"I hope Maple bashes in his head with a brick," sneered Sally, but she immediately calmed down because she had the most attractive woman in the world by her side. "So, after the bloodbath... can we make some plans?" she said with a flirtatious wink.

Ed was already pale, so his blush was very obvious. He stuttered ridiculously, at a complete loss of words, and it took him a while to regain his composure. He had the goofiest smile on his face, a smile that reached his eyes and brought out the glittering blue in them, as he spoke. "Wow. One more reason for me to believe this isn't real, because this is too good to be true." He deliberately pinched himself, then flinched slightly. "Well, that's surprising. I guess it is real."
He was just being silly now, stalling for time as he fumbled for a reply. He definitely couldn't think of a smart one; everything was spinning like Willow Adamson had just snapped his neck (he knew how that felt from his interesting afterlife experience, unfortunately) and his brain was working slower than Cole's when the kid played that idiotic prank and got himself killed. So he just settled on something simple. "Anyway, I never asked your name. How rude of me! May I try again?"
Politely, he stuck out his hand to shake. "Hi, ma'am. I'm Ed Grant from the last Games, pleased to make your acquaintance. What may I call you by, besides 'beautiful', of course?"