The 5th Quarter Quell

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Lyra slowly made her way up onto the stage, she watched as Grant Thomas made his way up onto the stage as well, and smiled feebly. She quickly whipped any sign of tears away with her sleeve, and shook his hand when they were told to. She had heard of him before, and seen him often around school or by the sea. They had often exchanged glances or smiles, but they had never properly met before. And what a worse incident, then for it to be up on a stage, infront of thousands of people, and on the way to their death.

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Austin turned away from the window as they neared District 7. The train pulled to a stop and he watched as a small petite girl came on board. Her light hazel hair was braided to one side and her eyes were bright green, almost emerald. As the train started to take off again, Austin wondered around the train, trying to find the girl that he had just seen. He entered the dining room and that's when he saw her, she was curled up on one of the velvet blue chairs that surrounded a table that seated twenty-four, probably for the tributes. Slowly, he walked around the tables of food and sat in the chair next to her. "Hey, I'm Austin."

I jolted up as there was a voice next to me, my eyes wide in panic. But there was only a boy with straw blonde hair and dark green eyes next to me. "Hi," I said weakly. Then unsure to give him my name, but I said it more louder, "I'm Rena."

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(Bump!)

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Lyra refused to board the train, her bright blue eyes were filled with tears as she screamed for her familly. Four peace keepers surrounded her and her family, as she fought to get back to her brother, untill eventually giving up. They dragged her away as if they picked a puppy up by the scruff. "Sam!" she called out helplessly. He smiled weakly, though his eyes were filled with pain. He tried to reach her, but failed, "Remember what I told you!" he said , still fighting for her, she nodded as they threw her on the train and shut the doors, she ran to the window and looked out as the peace keepers hit her brother over the head, and he lay on the ground unconcious, she heard her sister and mother scream, and she desperately tried to get out, but it was no use. Eventually she gave up. He hand was red and sore as it was clenched in a fist, up against the cool glass. Her eyes were shut tight, and her forehead also rested on the cool glass as she quietly weaped for her family.

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Austin smiled and lay back into his chair. "Rena huh? Nice name."

Rena blushed. "Th-thank you."

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(Bump)

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(Don't know how to respond sorry...)

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Rena looked up from where she was sitting and saw a girl by the window, she was crying as they headed away towards some district to pick up more tributes. "What's wrong?" she asked as she came over to her.

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Username:
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Name:
My name? Are we even on terms to know each others names? I suppose not. Then again, If I don't tell you, you will continue to bother me. Leah. That's my name. What, aren't you happy with just that? You might as well just get my birth certificate from my mother, you stalker. Leah Claire. First, and Middle. Wow, you really are blessed. Leah Claire Edwards. My God, what else do you want to know, my bra size? Go away.
Age:
Excuse me? Do you have a mother? Yeah? Did she every tell you to not ask a woman her age? Get out of here, creep. Leave me alone. I'm sixteen, okay? Is that it?
District:
My district? I suppose that's mandatory information, right? For the games? District two. Masonry. Meaning I can cut you up into pieces and pack you into a can, so watch your back.
Personality:
Leah isn't the typical person you would want to be friends with. Theres a reason why people say 'badside', and trust me, you do not want to get on it. She doesnt have a much of a good side, but if she does, it's buried beneath all that sarcasm and sass. She's a rebellious, stubborn and sassy teenage girl. She can be incredibly ignorant and arrogant, and unless she thinks she can put up with your obvious level of stupidity, she won't care what you say to her. Surprisingly, she's proud of her quick-witted self, because it means she intimidates people. And actually, by personal experience, she has heard that she does. Leah is rebellious. She breaks the rules, she goes past the limit, because to Leah, there is no limit. She isn't scared to sneak away from home to go clubbing. What her parents say to here's the least of her worries. Leah is also very confident in herself. She carries a lot of pride, too much pride. Which is something that can really get her in trouble, and it has. With all the building confidence and pride, she gets more snappy and sassy. But never is she conceited. She hates conceited people. She knows how to have pride in herself, and how to be conceited. They are both very different things. Leah is also brave and independent. Leah doesn't have to be like everyone else to please herself, she's fine with being her. Actually, very happy with herself. Leah, not surprisingly, is very clever. She's very, very smart. I don't mean math and science, no I mean street smart and talk smart. She can weave through situations, while others must fight through the tangles. It's just her way of living. With such a rough childhood, that trait builds up to a surprisingly high level. She's mature and takes things seriously but knows how to have fun. She isnt boring or dull, very far from it. Shes very, very cheeky. Cheeky is not dull, nor boring. She's the most outgoing at the parties. She's the kind of girl any guy would fall in love with for her self confidence, but that boy better watch their back. Although her snappy and rude personality,underneath it all, she's kind, compassionate and loving. You might be thinking, ha, Leah, loving? Yeah right. But its true. She does care about things. She doesn't hate every being on this earth, you know. She has a heart too. She likes to live life on her own terms and doesn't care what anyone thinks of her.
Skill:
My talents, as in, my way to survive the games, would be knives. I'm a master with knives. I guess I can use a bow and arrow, but I'm no bow and arrow Sensei. I'm okay at it, though. But I would never choose that over knives.
Wanted ally:
Ally? Are you kidding me? Until I find someone who has the ability to think and isn't a complete idiot, I'm riding solo. And if I'm asked, I might reconsider, although don't keep your hopes up that I'll be sweet to you.
Wanted items:
Knives. Knives, knives, and knives. A spear maybe. A sword? Anything of the sort. I can control any of them perfectly.
Quotes:
❝I'm not the best color in the crayon box, but one day, you'll need me to complete your picture,❞
Other:

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(Accepted)