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 Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:46 pm
this is where the Reaping takes place in district 5
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 1:13 pm
((i was going to announce it...))
the balls are spun and the announcer picks the names. Girls first, then boys. She reads them:
Kalia Davenport
Thatcher Lenro
May the odds be ever in your favor!
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:18 pm
Thatcher stood next to his brother and sisters, trembling. He was a small boy with black hair who no one really took much notice of. And eight months ago, their father had died. His mother was in mourning, and couldn't work, so his sisters and brother put their names in too many, far too many, extra times. They wouldn't let him--"You're only thirteen, Thatcher," they had said, and Rissa, one sister, told him it was all she could do to get her name in the Reaping an extra time--and so he was terrified that they would get picked. He shuddered to think of last year--a boy several years ahead of him in school, a good friend of his.
"And this year's male tribute is--Thatcher Lenro!"
Time stopped. He couldn't survive in the arena! He had nothing but--well, brains...and good hiding skills...and the ability to use almost anything as wire, because water was a conductor and if you cut up the right--
He halted his train of thought--his brother Eli looked like he half wanted to volunteer. His girlfriend was telling him otherwise, holding him back. Thatch wished Eli would just jump up and save him. He looked across the stage he had been shoved on to at Kalia Davenport. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place how. It didn't matter now. She had to die.
((lol sorry! sweatdrop didn't know redface )
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:13 pm
Kalia was shellshocked on the stage when the boy tribute, Thatcher something-or-another, ran into her. He was about as small as she was but Kalia stumbled several feet before regaining her balence. When she returned to where she had been instructed to stand, Kalia began thinking. Thatcher....? Thatcher.....? Thatcher Lenro! She thought, but she couldn't put the boy to a situation, but she had a feeling it wasn't a happy moment. But then again, they were going into the games. It didn't matter. Kalia knew she couldn't win, knew she could never kill her fellow district 5 tribute, she would never be accpeted at home again if she won, but she didn't want to hurt him. Kalia wasn't the type to hate, she was a kindhearted, and comasionate, and she knew that would be one of her greatest weaknesses in the games.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 1:51 pm
"And may the odds...be ever in your favor!" Ugh. He looked again at the girl tribute from district 5, the one who he had to kill. To KILL. He gave a little half-smile at her.
Why was it so familiar? Something had happened, once, changed everything between them from happy to unhappy. What had it been? He didn't understand, nor did he understand why he was unable to remember. "Sorry for bumping into you," he said with another grin, though it was even more forced this time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:16 pm
"Yeah, well any good odds were pulled with that slip of paper," Kalia muttered under her breathe, her eyes scanning the crowd. How could the odds ever be in their favor again. Either they'd all die in the arena, or they'll come back and be forced to get to know kids, before releasing them to certain death. But she wouldn't he, the boy next to her, Thatcher, he wouldn't win either. It would be a career. It will be someone trained, someone well fed, someone older. Kalia was only twelve and by the look of the boy, he was somewhere around her age too. And it's not like the peace keepers in five make sure you have things to eat, and good working conditions. Psssh! Then, Kalia's eyes rested on the boy, who seemed to be looking at her expectently. She tought back a moment, and realsized he had apologized to her. "Oh.....Uhhh....It's fine.....Doesn't matter....." Kalia said lamely. She usually wasn't too bad with people, but him, he was familiar.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 3:08 pm
((I'm oing to Disney tomorrow -Saturday- and I won't be back until next Saturday and I prrobably won't have internet acess))
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 3:00 pm
(Are you back?)
The girl stuttered lamely. Thatcher didn't say anything more to her, just listened to the nonsense being spouted out by the announcer.
I am going to die.
No! He COULDN'T let himself think that way. He would win, and Kalia would die. He didn't want to kill her...but knew he had to.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 11:23 am
(Back now. Sorry the crappy hotel I was at charged a dollar every minute you were on the internet. razz )
Kalia sighed. She needed to get off the stage. She needed to talk to her family. She wanted it all to just hurry up, because the longer she lived, the more suffering she would endure. Kalia's eyes lingered on her worn shoes, and she waited for the signal to retreat into the Justice Building.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:38 am
(Haha it's okay wink )
Thatcher took a long look at his family, sure he would be whisked away to the Justice Building any second now. The announcer seemed to be wrapping up her little explanation that no one in the district ever needed, because they were taught as babies to be terrified of it. He was still confused over why he had been picked--of all the rotten luck! He didn't want to be up here with this confusing girl, watching the Peacekeepers come towards the stage. He wanted to be breathing a sigh of relief that he barely knew the tributes, and going home to mess around with Eli and torment his sisters. Why was this happening? The Peacekeepers were on the stage now, he and Kalia were going to be taken away from life as they knew it forever.
(Hey midnight...what do you think happened between them? I think maybe one of them was hiding a refugee from 13, and the other found out about it and told the Capitol, and both of their memories were erased...)
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:45 am
(Sounds interesting. Maybe have their memories triggered in the capitol or the arena?)
Finally, the speech was over. Kalia let out a sigh of releif, and the peacekeepers began to usher them toward the Justice Building. Hoping her little brother wouldn't cry as they sat, and talked together before the games. For the last time ever. She stopped suddenly, mourning for her little brother who would watch her die in the arena. A peace keeper shoved her into the fanciest room she had ever seen, but she couldn't take int he beauty. There was no reason for any beauty in this life now. "I will die," she whispered to herself, waiting for the door to open and reveal he rloved ones.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:23 pm
(Yup, that's a good idea. Or maybe the night before the Games...that would be dramatic. 'Course, my thing was only a suggestion...if you think it should be something else let me know. I just thought I should come up with something, since I started it razz )
Finally, finally, they took him away. The Peacekeeper introduced himself; he was one that Thatcher had never met. The room was pretty cool, he thought, but couldn't wait for the Peacekeeper to leave so he could cry in peace. He didn't worry about cameras; he had never seen the Capitol show the tributes in their rooms.
After he had finished sobbing, for his family, his friends, and himself, he sat on the bed and tried to work out a plan. But it wasn't easy coming, since he knew little about the Games...Oh, crap, he really needed a mentor. So instead of strategy, he worked out a way to make them all take to him rather than Kalia. He could faintly hear footsteps down the hall and a door opening; her family must have entered her room. Then he saw his own door open. It was his family. Apparently, his friends would come next.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:35 pm
(Nah I like it. Would you rather be the refugee-hider or turner-iner, because I have ideas for both)
Kalia watched as the door opened revealing her dad and her little brother, Hunter. The little boy ran into her arms, and began to cry. What was wrong with this picture? Kalia asked herself. Shouldn't I be crying, shouldn't I be comforted. But instead she conforted her brother until he was able to talk.
"Kalia, please don't leave."
"I have no choice, sorry."
"I'll go instead!"
"No, you have to stay here and take care of Dacker. You have to feed him atleast once a day."
Kalia wiped a tear from the little boy's cheek as her father said,
"Try and win."
And that was it. A peacekeeper came, and the two, her only family left her. A few minutes later, the long blonde curls of Akenee, Kalia's best friend appeared in the door way. Kalia couldn't stay sitting down, she ran over to her friend, wrapping her arms around the girl's small frame. And then she let her tears fall.
"I'm sorry. I should have volenteered for you, but I knew you would probably never forgive me. But you could win you know," Akenee said, looking intensly at Kalia. But Kalia could only shake her head. She couldn't, she knew it. Akenee gave her a look that was both energizing and frightning.
"If you let yourself just die in the arena, I swear I'll kill myself. You have to atleast try. For me. For your brother."
Kalia's restistance crumbled, "I will......Try at the very least." Then the door opened, and the peacekeepers told Akenee she had to go. The girls held on to each other until Akenee was forced from the room. Kalia felt empty. There was no one else she really loved, no one else who would come to see her, but again the door opened, and to her suprise it was again Akenee.
"I don't have much time," she said urgently, "They only let me in to give you this." Akenee pushed a small silver necklace into Kalia's hands and left. Kalia, now very confused looked down at the necklace. It was a thin silver chain, and from that chain dangled a small silver star. The star, a symbol that Kalia and Akenee had associated with their friendship.
They had met on a night, the night Kalia's mother died, and both sat on the ground looking up at a shooting star. Long story short, Kalia began crying, thinking of her mother and Akenee, who was always the tougher of the two, had comforted her, just as she had merely minutes ago. The necklace was a reminder of home, of loss, and of her friendship. Kalia put it around her neck, and sat down, awaiting the Peace Keepers to come, and escort her to the train.
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