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Blood. So much blood.

I didn't know that much blood could come from a human being's body until now, with my sister lying silent on the pavement, my family and friends close beside her, wailing, crying for her to move, to speak, to anything. She was still gazing at me, crimson spilling from her chest, blossoming like some sick flower. Her eyes stared ahead, glassy, clouded sea-green depths staring blankly as people screamed, as I was dragged backwards, fighting and screeching.

You have to win, she mouthed, and the doors slammed shut.

My hands shook as I sat down, unable to believe what had happened, violent shivers snaking across my lean body. I gasped a little, head falling into hands hands, and shook it, refusing to let the tears seep past my tightly shut optics. My cheeks were already stained with them, eyes burning from the saline liquid, and I couldn’t grasp the thoughts whirling in my head.

This can’t be happening. This can’t truly be happening.

No matter how many times I said it to myself, my brain couldn’t register it, and the event fell about my shoulders like a heavy weight, a blanket of lead. I began to cry, letting the tears finally flow as I sobbed for my beautiful sister. God, if only I’d known that morning, I would have made it clear I wanted to be in the games. I wouldn’t have shied away from it. I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t…

My vision dipped painfully, swirling, and I felt sick, pressure in my stomach that slowly inched its way into my throat, rancid bile of hatred. I couldn’t win, I couldn’t do this. No, I could win. What I couldn’t do was die. I could do that much at least, for Honoria.

The door opened and my father appeared, face white as he came to me and wrapped his arms around me while I stood. His fingers were slick with blood, the scent of iron strong and making me dizzy. He clenched his dirtied hands in my hair as he held me, gasping for breath, and shook his head. “Oh, my baby,” He breathed, burying his face in my golden locks and kissing the top of my head. “My precious child…”

I let him hold me like that, unable to turn away. I couldn’t do such a thing to him, not now. “Honoria,” I choked. “Is Honoria…did she…?”

The man looked at me with fear and hesitation in his eyes, then nodded, lips tightly shut. I leaned into him again, letting myself cry as we stood still. The five minutes we were together felt like a spinning eternity, the warmth of my father’s arms and the darkness of the room nice, soothing almost. It was too soon when the guards pulled him away, dragging him out of the room, and I reached out to him.

“Dad!”

“Stay strong, son! You can do this! I believe in you! I lov—“

And then, the door once again slammed shut, and I was reaching out to no one, to nothing. Quickly, I let my hand fall to my side, and sat down again, face buried in my now dirty hands, red with Honoria’s blood. “I love you, too, dad…so much…”

I cried the rest of the time I spent in that room, which was short, seeing as no one visited me after my father. I was ushered quickly to the train, hair still bloody, hands still dirty, and eyes still blazing red from sobbing. The other tribute was there, a girl, and the woman ushering us presented herself, but I didn’t register her name. I only felt the seeping darkness there, a hatred for her, but didn’t address it. I only sat down at the table, staring on sightlessly as my hands were washed and I was given food. I didn’t want it, but the girl…she ate ravenously.

It wasn’t long before someone came into the room, a young, lean woman who wore glasses and had her wiry red hair swept back. She was beautiful, lean and strong, and somewhat older, though she definitely didn’t look like you could place an age on her. She sat down, and looked quickly to me. “I’m sorry for your loss,” She breathed, then looked to Raven, the girl, before beginning. “My name is Saggitaria Elestren. I am your mentor for this year’s Hunger Games.”

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[ Raven // District 3 // Single // On the Train]
Raven stared at the woman with deep curiosity. The woman didn't look like someone capable of winning the Games. Raven had a sudden wave of hope well up inside her. If this woman was capable of winning the games, then so was she. She glanced over at Tyberius. She knew that in a matter of days the two of them would be at each other's throats with who knows what kind of weapons. He was a lot younger than her, but built well. He would make for a hardy opponent.

Raven looked away and took another bite of her roll. She hadn't had bread this good in ages. It practically melted in her mouth. And what was the harm in eating some of the bounty placed before her. None that she could see.

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name; flora walkerxage; twelvextags; xxpost; 1

The day was warm and pretty, as usual. Flora had been up since dawn, playing around in the forest with her friend Lola. It seemed like such a usual day, and it was like nothing would ever go wrong. The two of them had been friends ever since they were little, and they were inseparable. Last year was terrible for both of the girls, as it was their first reaping. Anyone who was being forced to kill 23 other teenagers would feel anxious, except of course for the careers. But they were an entirely different story. It seemed like it had only been 5 minutes, but soon enough the children were being whisked away to the reaping.

After the finger prick and the usual scanning, Flora made her way to her place in the square, hundreds of other girls her age surrounding her. It was a very frightening sight for the young girl of age 13 with all these sad looking children gathered in the square. It was almost unreal. Soon enough, a capitol lady came out to announce the reaping. Her words went in one ear and out another, and Flora barely caught anything she was saying. Something about how the capitol was proud of them, and how ladies always went first. The blonde adolescent watched as the lady walked across the stage to a large bowl, that looked like the kind the capitol residents kept their fish in. A butterfly flew across Floras vision, and her attention was drawn to the pretty figure. Suddenly, however, all eyes were on the 13 year old. "Flora Walker?" The name rang throughout the square, and the world around her seemed to shatter. "Why don't you come on up here darling?" A cry from her mother sounded, and childish screams soon followed. Her sisters and brother were sobbing uncontrollably, and her mother and father were too shocked for words. Seconds later, Flora found herself being dragged on stage by a peacekeeper. Her limbs seemed to stop working, and she could tell she was about to pass out by how bright the lights were.

"Now onto the boys!"

[Sorry this is bad ._. I'm not sure if the boy has posted yet, either]

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Paul

I stare at the mirror, at my own reflection with tired eyes. I wore a dark green suit-although it wasn't much of a suit. It fit to tightly, and wrapped around my waist in such that it pinched my stomach. It dug into my abdomen, making me barley able to breath. I kept my stomach flat, sucking in my breath and barley breathing. It still had fabric overlapping with tightness. I sighed and stared at my black-rimmed eyes. I pulled on the clothing at my shoulders, trying not to move them. I then moved my attention to my pants, which were black with gray stripes. Unlike the suit, these were too long for me and baggy. I stared over at my brother, my gaze sharpening with distaste and anger. I walk over to him, almost tripping over my pants a couple of times. His suit fits perfectly, blue and white. He has little fish earings and is primping his hair with a brush.
He turns to me. "Well.. Paul... That looks, nice."
I clench my fists and try to fight the surging anger in myself.
"Shut up, brother."
He gives me a ridiculous look and rolls his eyes. "I'm just preparing you for the games."
He looks back at the mirror, swinging his hips and adjusting his earing. I feel my emotions bubble over and think what the h***? you're volunteering today anyway! I swing a punch. It sits him in the nose but he hooks his leg under mine after crying out. He trips me and I fall, landing first on my side then my head. I scream. He jumps on top of me, his nose crusted with blood. He hooks my arm backward, slowly wrenching it. I feel it slowly bending out of it's socket and scream. He looks me in the eyes, spit coming out of his mouth.
"Don't challenge me, this year's four. You're gonna die and I know it."
I lash out and get him off me, but there are tears in my eyes and I can't move my arm. I limp out of the room, reaching my dad's face. He takes me by my collar and I cry out, my shoulder jerkign out of it's socket finally. I feel a pain in my throat, spreading as he holds me.
"Never. Hurt your brother." He snarls and drops me to the ground. I land hard and he just says "Get up and get to the reaping. You're volunteering this year." I let out a weak nod and drop my head.
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"I volunteer as tribute!" I spit out softly. I feel my father's grip on my throat and try not to hesitate. My whole body trembles, but I look up and hold up my head. The crowd parts around me and I look up into the eyes of my brother. The brother that's name was just called. My brother. I would have volunteered for almost anyone else willingly, but I look into the innocent eyes of my brother. He had just put on a act about being frightened and such, so he looks perfectly fine. I, on the other hand, can't control my anger. I glare at him as I walk up to the platform.
The lady gives me a quick smile, obviously forced. She seems taken back by my anger for my brother, and how not emotional I was. I stare forward at the crowd. I look at all of them, my gaze scanning them without emotion. For a moment, I pause and my gaze slackens, but the face jumps back up again. I will let a 12 or 13 year-old win the Hunger Games. I never wanted to do this, and I don't want to live. So, I'll let a little one live....

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Fawn Elphinstone | District Four | On the Train

Fawn kept her gaze on the crowd, listening as the woman in high heels walked across the stage, clicks echoing in the small area. The capitalist called out a name in which she didn't recognize, but faint words reached her ears, "I volunteer as tribute!" The voice was quiet, and seemingly not wanting to volunteer, but Fawn could be wrong. The female watched as a male in unfitting clothes made his way to the stage. A dark green suit and striped pants, something that did look awfully ridiculous. She couldn't blame Paul, look at what she was wearing... completely un-ladylike.

The lady from the capitol gave a haughty huff, turning to the crowd. "Our tributes for the annual 23rd Hunger Games! Let's give them a round of applause!" she cried out to the surrounded people, several cheering and others just sticking to the ritual of clapping hands. Fawn scowled as some people who had been her friends, both genders were cheering and screaming in joy for her. Heck, she didn't even want to be here. 'Why Thank you Mr. President, for having such a nice yearly game..." the female thought to herself, becoming slightly grouchy. In mere moments, a Peacekeeper grasped her arm and dragged her to a fairly small room.

Running a hand over a painting of the sea, Fawn relaxed slightly. Rage began to build inside her. Why hadn't her supposed friends volunteered? She had known some would have rather been in the games, and it was rather upsetting. Fawn's hand curled into a fist and she managed to refrain herself from punching a hole in the wall.

"There's our future champion!"

Fawn recognized those voices, and yes, there were several of them. The female whirled around on her feet, facing the friends she thought she had. Her reply came sharp and angry, "Why didn't you volunteer for me?!" Their confused faces slightly please her, and Fawn took a step forward. Her ranting began once again. "You ALL know you guys are more capable then I am, YOU were the ones who trained! You COWARDS!" she snarled, Fawn's hand reaching up and shoving one of the guys in the chest. He stumbled back, the others staring at her in bewilderment. The citizen of District Four was about to punch one of these ignorant people, but shouts from a nearby Peacekeeper caught her attention.

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Not pleased that she didn't get to say goodbye to her family, Fawn grunted as the Peacekeeper pulled her towards the train. His grip on her arm was tight, and most likely blocking any blood flow. Within range of the train entrance, Fawn was able to tug her arm away, quickly making her way onto the large metal object. The female felt a tear run down her cheek, and slumped ungraciously on one of the couch-like seats. Burying her face in her hands, soft sobs racked Fawn's body. Unforgotten screams of her little brother echoed in her head, followed by a deathly scream in which she had never heard before. What if Hector and Ekene were killed in that bout of screaming? No, the Peacekeepers couldn't be that harmless.

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meadow didn't even wait for the male tribute to be chosen. she stormed off the stage, in the direction of city hall. gasps could be heard behind her, but she didn't care. meadow hoped she ruined their stupid reaping ceremony. upon entering city hall, she was stopped by several confused peacekeepers. "move." she said angrily. the peacekeepers didn't budge, and kept insisting she return to the ceremony. "move." she said, more forcefully than before. knowing they couldn't kill her, nor send her back, the angry peacekeepers shoved her into a dingy room in city hall, and stood guard to see if anyone would come visit the lumber brat.

meadow only waited three minutes before her entire family was in the room with her. as usual, she was being scolded. "why would you just leave like that? do you know the danger you've just put us in?!" her mother shouted at her. "what about me, mom? what about my safety? i guess you won't even shed a tear when the capitol blows me up in the arena for the stunt i pulled." meadow yelled back. "don't you ever say that! you know we all love you and-" "right, you love me enough to send me to my death. of course, god forbid tulip or rosemary volunteer for me! they're only older and more experienced with-" "that's enough young lady! why must you do this?" both women took a deep breath to soothe their anger. meadow glared at her mother threateningly, as if daring her to say something. her mother looked at her in disgust. she threw a dingy looking bracelet onto the table in-between them. "what's that ugly thing supposed to be." meadow asked snarkily. "it was supposed to be your token. but if you don't want it-" "i don't." meadow confirmed, cutting off her mother. she could see the deep hurt in her mothers eyes, but she felt no remorse. "get out of here, i hate you all." meadow spat at her family. stunned, the entire family left. no goodbye's were said, no hugs were given.

meadow stared at the bracelet with tears in her eyes. her anger had gotten the best of her, and she'd chased off her family. she picked it up and turned it in her hands. it was an ugly brown color, made of leather that had been worn down over the years. it smelt like home, and certainly looked like it too. a wolf charm hung off the old leather, decorating the plain material. she silently slipped it on, and whispered apologies over and over again to her wrist; as if the bracelet would mend the severed bond between her and her family. one of the peacekeepers from earlier came and, and grabbed her roughly around the neck.

meadow ignored the flashing cameras as he guided her to the train. an escort tried to talk to her, but she ignored the poor woman. all meadow could think about was her family. the doors behind the train closed, and meadow began to have a panic attack. she ran back to the large metal doors and pounded on them. she shouted useless apologies as she tried to open the doors, to no avail. she knew most of the people on the train were giving her sad looks, but she didn't care. she searched the crowd for her family's faces. either she wasn't looking hard enough or they just weren't there, because she couldn't find them. tears steamed down her face as she screamed desperately for her family.

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sly shook hands with his fellow tribute, aleks, and shot her a cheeky grin. he noticed the softness of her hands; oh how they reminded him of his sisters hands. while aleks looked on at an unnamed face in the crowd, sly rose a hand over his head victoriously, as if he had already won the games. the crowd went nuts, whooping and cheering for their two tributes. he shifted his head slightly, and saw aleks being hurried along by peacekeepers. before they could get ahold of him, sly began to follow aleks into city hall, making sure to give the cameras a particularly heart-melting wink.

the room sly was placed in surely was something, but it was all too familiar. his parents owned two of the same couch, and the same three painting on the wall. the familiarity of it all made sly rethink volunteering, but it was already too late. there was no turning back now. somewhere, deep down, sly was truly terrified of death. the minutes passed as sly sat alone, wandering deeper and deeper into dark thoughts.

after a good four minutes, sly was pulled from his thoughts by three squealing voices. his sisters burst into the room, and quickly threw themselves on him. they all talked rather quickly, wishing him good luck, telling him how proud their parents were, etc.. sly listened to them intently, taking in every word for it might be the last he heard them speak. the seconds counted down rather quickly, and soon they were hugging tightly and said goodbye. his youngest sister held on tighter than the rest, and she was the only one to shed tears for him. the two touched foreheads, and she gave him a tiny, heart-shaped locket. "don't open it yet. i love you, sly." she whispered. sly gently wiped a tear from her porcelain cheek. "love you too, boo." he said as she gave him a peck on the cheek. an angry peacekeeper grabbed her roughly by the shoulder. "hey! be careful with her! she's not an animal, she's a girl." sly shouted at the peacekeeper, which in turn only made things worse for the poor girl. she was shoved out the door, and it was slammed in her face.

sly shrug the peacekeeper's hand off his shoulder angrily. he was never one for peacekeepers to begin with, watching one mistreat his sister just made him despise them even more. sly stormed onto the train, forgetting about the world around him. for a brief moment, there were no games. there was no escort trying to catch his attention, there were no cameras flashing in his face, there was only him and the locket his sister gave him as a token. once on the train, he threw himself onto a couch and opened the locket. on one side of the heart was him, smiling without a care in the world. on the opposite, a picture of his three sisters, looking up happily at him. he allowed a single tear to flow down his cheek as the realization hit him. this was it. there was no turning back. the life motto was now kill or be killed.

he was really going in the games with little chance of survival.

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Paul
"I volunteer as tribute."
The Blood-Red Saying of the
Hunger Games
Age- 17
District-4
Where- The Reaping-
Going Too The Train
Strength/s- Throwing knifes,
throwing anything really.

I look out at the crowd, my gaze emotionless until it rests on my brother. His eyes are simply wide, but I narrow my gaze and glare at him. He raises his hands in mock surrender and I whip around in disgust. The woman who announced us looks frazzled, her eyes wide as I move without permission. I watch the girl be bustled off the stage and I writhe in the peacekeepers grasp. Their suits dig into my arms and it's all of me to keep from crying out. Tears form in my eyes but I lash out anyway as we get behind the doors. They march me farther, skipping the family greeting rooms. This stuns me for a moment. It's worse torture to put me with my family than without! They don't know that, of course they don't! I grunt and stop fighting, a washing of grief coming over me. I'm going to die. I know I am.I squeeze my eyes shut, stumbling along with the peacekeepers as I am thrown onto a seat. I land with force and I set out a sharp breath. My eyes slowly open, and I sigh without much conviction. I look up with teary eyes to see a window. A wide window. I'm on a couch, throwing forward on it to look out a window that stretched a little behind me as well. The couches are plushy, and then squish under my fingers. I look at them in awe. Staring out at my shrinking district, a weight comes crashing down on me. I feel as though it is physical, and slump my shoulders, but really it is not. I form a headache and I try not to focus on anything as tears form in my eyes. I constantly fight back the pressure, trying not to sob. My breath comes out raggedy. Why did you do this, Paul?

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[Cog Captor-Fifteen-District 5]

Finally, Cog found himself boarded onto a train- and not just some ancient, old-broken down coal train either, a real, state-of-the-art Capitol train that made the dark-haired boy's blue eyes light up upon boarding. And not just because of the sudden luxury foisted upon him, that was actually rather unsettling, but with all the theories and ideas of how this train worked, what kind of energy, of power it would use. Oh, Cog's mind had a field take picking all those possibilities apart, so much so that if a female tribute did pass by him, he wouldn't have noticed her from the way he'd been mindlessly wandering around. He also tried to look out the windows at such an angle that he'd get to see what propels the train along the tack, but no no avail even with his face pressed up eagerly against the thick glass. It disappointed Cog, but didn't overly dishearten him too much, because what with being shipped off to his probably death, he didn't have much room for disappointment left.

And it's there, when he's finally staring out the window, contemplating the types and amount of converted energy needed to power the train that someone finally decides to confront him. They had to break him out of his train of thought, first, and Cog frankly jumped out of his skin a bit when a hand was laid on his shoulder.

"Who- I- What?" He sputters, formulas and ideas dissipating before his eyes as he looks up at a frankly attractive man- a familiar one as well. District 5 had very few victors, and that year of celebration back when he was ten is not completely forgotten to Cog. Oh sure, like most of his younger memories it is a little blurred, but he knows this boy. He won the hunger games about five years back, only killing two people overall, with one of those credited kills being a very lucky accident. Which, at the time and still is a very impressive feat given the track record of victors from other districts. Buuuuut Cog didn't want to name names or point fingers. {Cough Cough, 1, 2 and 4.}

"Rook?" The nineteen year old victor with a dark skin tone smiled at him, waving a few fingers in greeting. "The watch-maker's boy." At Cog's very confused look upon the sign of recognition, Rook pointed to a silver watch on his wrist that Cog could immediately identify as... one of his father's. "That's father's second bird model- a 'silver raven'." Named for the little bird etched into the corner of the watch.

"So it is." Rook's voice sounded amused, and Cog looked up at him with newfound curiosity. "You're my Mentor, correct?" "Correct." Rook's voice affirmed Cog's suspicion, and the younger tribute couldn't help but smile. At least Rook was familiar. From the same place as District 5- home. Oh, Cog was sure he'd take very easily to the young victor.

"So Cog, how's about we go see the food car? They have Capitol food here, and it's rich and healthy and not tesserae tortillas." Cog waited for Rook to keep talking, only to notice that he was actually waiting for and valuing his input on the subject, to which he quickly nodded furiously to. "And then" Rook continued only after Cog had agreed, "We can talk about your skills and your chances in the games over dessert." His voice got softer then, as if talking to a scared animal. Or, Cog thought to himself after a few seconds, never quiet getting rid of that darkness at the very edge of his mind; leading a lamb to the slaughterhouse.

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