Quick Fix Game 5: The Hunger Games!

[the winter system]

Ignis sat at dinner, re-reading Mistborn: The Hero of Ages. That one was her favorite of all of the books she had found a few years ago. 

[Gamma Fiend]

Dam knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the district -- and District 5 had a lot of lightbulbs -- but he still couldn't fathom how him and his sister ended up getting chosen. He was of course going to Offer himself anyways, as soon as she was chosen, but that didn't stop him from nearly having to change his jumpsuit when he was actually picked.

Their mother had fainted immediate as soon as he was called and everybody realized what had happened, and before they could do anything else, him and Melinda were swept away onto the platform to be gawked at. Like sheep at a prize show before they are sent to the slaughter house.

Their mother never came before their trained departed. Either she never regained consciousness, or she couldn't force herself to come say goodbye.

 

Everything changed on the train in; however, that was when they met Wilson.

----

Dam watched the rest of the Tributes as they shuffled about in the general meet-and-greet before they showed their skills in the private showings to determine their rankings. Melinda trailed behind him, showing a rare strength in her courage and self control. Dam knew he needed to remain strong for the both of them however.

"Just remember Wilson's advice when everything starts," Dam reminded his sister. "She is our mentor, and was obviously cunning and vicious enough to have won at least once, so I'd say listening to her is a pretty good idea." She certainly seemed the devious type to him.

He knew he didn't have any skills to speak of, or anything that would put him at even a slight advantage. But he had his determination and his resolve to stick to his one and only goal. Panem would burn to the ground before he let anything happen to his little sister.

"Dam, Melinda?" Some mild-mannered, well dressed man approached them, wearing the latest fashions that were popular in the Capitol, but somehow actually pulling it off.

"I am Kam, your fashion guru for the Tribute events. I'm not sure how long we have until the ceremonies start, but we'll have to make due with what we have. " He smiled pleasantly, and Dam found himself warming up to the person. Probably the first friendly face he had seen since this whole ordeal had started. Not that Wilson wasn't friendly....it's just that one doesn't win the Hunger Games and have a friendly face....

Kam continued talking. "And what we have is probably the greatest story since the birth of Panem. Insurmountable odds, and a sibling love that refuses to be ripped apart by even the Hunger Games itself! People always speculate how wonderful it would be to have a story of star-crossed lovers somehow forming during one of these annual bouts, but really, how implausible is that? Nobody would want to hear that story. This, however," Kam swept his arms in front of him, gesturing to both Dam and Melinda, "is a story that will sell. People will love this. And with the theme of District 5, I will make sure you light up the night, and the audience's hearts!"
 

[dominic1994]

By the time Dom realised exactly what he had done, what he had said, it was too late. He just sat now, staring, not really seeing, just staring. 

 

I volunteer.

 

Something had been nagging him all day, at the back of his mind, pushing him, whispering to him. 'Go on, do it'. Dom hadn't wanted to volunteer, of course he hadn't. Who would volunteer? Nobody. Nobody sane anyway. But the voice was there ,'Go on, do it. Do it!' Maybe he wasn't sane. 

 

I volunteer.

 

Had he actually said those words? Dom didn't think so. He'd heard them but he couldn't remember speaking them. That voice. That voice in his mind, it has spoken for him. That was the only explanation. In the end it didn't matter who had said the words, he was trapped now.

 

Those words would haunt him, Dom knew. Haunt him until the day he died and that day, Dom was certain, was very fast approaching.  

Edited December 16, 2014 by dominic1994

[A Joe in the Bush]

Joe opened the door to the diner and stepped in, smelling the scents of coffee and other luxuries that Two was afforded. He looked around, until he saw Ignis sitting in one of the Corner booths. He carefully made his way to the booth, and slid into the seat across from her. She looked up and smirked as he introduced himself.

 

"Hey, I'm Joe. We met at the choosing. Want to stick together in the games?"

Edited December 16, 2014 by The Only Joe

[tusoud16]

"The male tribute for district 10 is..." Her shrill voice came from the speakers all around the stadium.

 

Jake sat there trembling worried it would be him. I looked at him and whispered "look do you really think you will be chosen? The likelihood of either one of us bein..."

 

Her vice came back on "Tekon!"

 

I stopped paralyzed. I had no clue how to react. I didn't know what I was doing but my legs were moving on there own. I made it to the top of the stairs and stood tall. I barely noticed that Marge was the female contestant. One if not both of us is going to die soon. How is this normal? How is this allowed? 

[Macen]

Ceni - 16 year old Female tribute from District 3 signing up.

Ceni has always been rather good with electronics of all sorts. She has a certain knack for anything that transmits or receives a signal. When she was younger her grandfather had a very old radio. Her grandfather always told her it was from 'before'. A fascination with this radio drove her to a passion for receivers and transmitters.

Throughout schooling it became apparent that Ceni was made to be an engineer in the communications department. Those dreams were cut short by her being selected to participate in the hunger games.

While terrified to be in the hunger games, Ceni is resolved to do her best to make it out alive. Only time will tell how she performs.

[the winter system]

"Hello, Joe." Ignis smirked. "Whatever would you wish?" She slipped her book back into her bag. "It couldn't be an alliance, could it? That would be impossible." Ignis stood up, abrupt. "Yes." Ignis grabbed a Capitol roll. "I know what you're thinking, I accept."

[Peng the Just]

Thanks. I assume President Snow is still the President (my Panem lore is rusty)?

Nope. This is before his time. Interestingly enough, the current presidents name is president king.

naming pattern remind you of anyone? The Lord ruler perhaps?

Edited December 16, 2014 by jasonpenguin

[tusoud16]

Ok so I like a lot of the ideas that are coming in on this. However I have a feeling a lot of you guys don't understand that the Hunger Games is meant to be a complete blood bath. Betrayal and broken alliances should be expected. I feel like we should keep an idea of pure Hunger Games you can lie etc. again just my opinion do with it what you will.

[Mailliw73]

Those were just suggestions on how we play. No doubt there will be plenty of lying and backstabbing, since there can be only one winner. That was just Newan's approach to this. 

[Macen]

I think you might be underestimating how conniving most of these miscreants are. There is a ton of subterfuge going on in this group - we will put on a good show.

[Mailliw73]

For sure. 

 

Peng, do we need to include you in our three PMs?

[little wilson]

we will put on a good show.

 

I'm going to hold you to that, Macen. I expect a very good show.

[Macen]

But Ceni is such a quite girl. She wouldn't hurt a fly...

[Peng the Just]

For sure. 

 

Peng, do we need to include you in our three PMs?

You don't need to, but it would amuse me to see them and I could help with any rules questions that arise.

[tusoud16]

Those were just suggestions on how we play. No doubt there will be plenty of lying and backstabbing, since there can be only one winner. That was just Newan's approach to this. 

Completely understood man I was just wanting to make sure you weren't setting any presidents.

[Mailliw73]

Completely understood man I was just wanting to make sure you weren't setting any presidents.

Oh for sure. Anyways, I doubt most people would stick to things like that. I've played too many of these games to think that way.

Some RP:

Mill had been working hard in the forest when they had been called back to the square for the Reaping. All the loggers slung their axes over their shoulders and began to head back. Mill stayed for a moment, as he always did. The others left him alone. They knew what he did and helped cover him. He brought out the wooden pendant that had belonged to his sister from its hiding place in the ground and kissed it.

"Hey, sis. I don't have much time. It's the Reaping today," Mill whispered to the wooden wing necklace. "It's my last year in, but I had to put some extra names in this year to get some extra food for Ma. After today, I'm safe. I won't have to worry about these Games any more. Watch out for me, won't you? Wish me luck. Bye," Mill finished and kissed the pendant before he put it back in its hole in the dirt.

As he walked away, he changed his mind and ran back quickly. He scrabbled at the dirt and pulled the necklace back out. He needed to feel Willa today. He ran and caught up with the other loggers. They let him cut through the group so he could make it to the plaza on time.

He clutched the pendant tightly. It was the one thing he had left of Willa. She had died three years before in a tragic fire. She had been a year older than Mill. They had complemented each other perfectly. Mill was strong in body, Willa was strong of heart. He was brave, she was wise. Their differences would seem to cause them to fight, but it did the opposite. They each needed each other to be complete. When Willa was scared, Mill helped her be brave. When Mill was rash and foolish, she helped him think. When she had died, he had been devastated. A few months later, he was assigned to begin working in the forests. He threw himself into the work, fighting for Willa. He had to be able to help Ma and Willa couldn't help him anymore, so he had to do it all.

Willa had helped their mother at home. Their father had died a few years after Mill was born and their mother had to begin working in the forest. She had lost a leg when someone had dropped their axe. It had cut her calf and severed the leg halfway up the calf. She had been able to get treatment so she could survive, but she had to use crutches from then on. She had a hard time with a lot of work. Willa had been the one who helped her cook and clean and earn money in her stead. When Mill was old enough to begin doing some small jobs in the district, he had helped where he could. Being in the forest all day now, though, he had to pay one of their neighbors to help Ma through the day. That took away much of their income. The rest went straight to food. If Mill was chosen in the Reaping though, he didn't know how Ma would survive. Hopefully some of her friends would pitch in where they could and help her survive.

Mill pushed away the thoughts of the past and enjoyed the feeling of running. He loved the wind in his face, streaming through his hair. He shoved the pendant in his pocket as he approached the square. They wouldn't let him wear it here. He quickly dropped his axe off at home before dashing to the plaza. He made it just in time. He was the last boy in line, but he made it. They let him into the area where the boys stood and he waited. His friends were at the front, but he couldn't make his way to them. He tried, but he couldn't fit through any of the gaps between the other boys. He waited where he was.

The Reaping began. He waited as they chose the girl name. No one he knew. When they drew from the boys' bowl, he began fidgeting. Every year, he was nervous; who wasn't? "The male Tribute this year is," everyone waited as the name was drawn, "Mill Rennert." Mill turned around, he was in shock. He couldn't hear anything else. He blocked it all out. All he could hear was his name, repeated over and over and over again. He pushed his way out of the crowd of boys. He headed for where the parents stood. His Ma would be in the back. Peacekeepers tried to stop him, but he was strong. He had chopped down trees every day for years; it had bulked him up. He shoved the first pair of peacekeepers to the ground as he ran to his Ma. He saw her. She was there, in the back, sobbing. Her friend, Senna, was trying to comfort her, but tears were coming from her eyes too.

Mill was only a few steps away from her when four peacekeepers grabbed him from behind. "Ma!" He screamed. "Ma! I'll be back! Ma!" He struggled against the peacekeepers, but they held him back. One stabbed him and Mill slumped, unconscious in their arms. They dragged him off.

When Mill woke up, he was on a train. They had skipped the goodbyes for him, probably because of his violent reaction. Mill knew one thing. He would be back to District 7. He would get back to his Ma. She needed him. He would get back. For Ma and for Willa.

[dowanx]

Signing up!  First time ever doing this, lets see how it goes.

 

Ament, Male from District 12.

[the winter system]

"Congrats. But don't expect alliances in the form of District 2. We're too Epic. Really." Ignis smiled, evilly. 

EDIT: That's RP.

Edited December 17, 2014 by Winter Cloud

[Lightsworn Panda]

Nope. This is before his time. Interestingly enough, the current presidents name is president king.

naming pattern remind you of anyone? The Lord ruler perhaps?

 

WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS VOTED WYRM FOR PRESIDENT!?

[the winter system]

Don't blame me. I voted for the Lord Ruler.

[Mailliw73]

If you're looking at this, wondering if you should join, do it! We need five(I think) more players and these games are really fun, I promise!

[Peng the Just]

Hey everybody, I made some changes to the rules, so please re read them. Make me aware of any questions or concerns you have.

[Aonar]

"Aaron Faraday!" 

 

Aaron wasn't surprised. He was near eighteen, and with the number of tesserae he'd taken out, it was just a matter of numbers. As he began to move towards the front, he caught a few looks of mixed relief and confusion from those nearby. There was rumour -likely encouraged by the Capitol- that the most intelligent were excluded from the tribute pool. Everyone had apparently decided that he was safe. Fools. They should know better. The Capitol loved to give hope, only to take it away.
 

He walked quietly up to the platform, unwilling to show anything. Fear, remorse, anticipation, nervousness, anger, resolve, all things that would feed the Capitol's constant need for entertainment. So his face was blank, relaxed, unreadable. His stride was unhurried, free of any sort of tension, almost strangely confident.

 

His counterpart was far less controlled. Ceni was trembling, obviously terrified that she'd been chosen. The Capitol's chartreuse-clad escort spoke her traditional blessing, and they were herded away, with the utter silence of the crowd providing their requiem.

 

***

 

Their mentor, Deren, was a slight man, bearing the dark hair and ashen skin that was characteristic of District Three. His hair and clothes were disheveled and his fingers twitched constantly, as if longing to be tinkering with some device. Seeing Aaron and Ceni, his face brightened, and he stretched out his hand. "Wh-wh-who might y-you be?" 

 

Their escort -Aaron still hadn't bothered to learn her name- turned away and sighed in resignation. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together. Deren was cracked; destroyed by victory as surely as he would have been by defeat. For the first time since his name had been called Aaron let a flicker of emotion play across his features. Anger. Anger at the petty tyranny of the Capitol, anger at the abomination that was the Hunger Games, anger at the fact that his best chance of survival in a world determined to kill him had just been snatched away.

 

He wanted to turn away. He wanted to flee the room, find himself tools and a quiet place and immerse himself in some new project. Given his current circumstances, most likely some means to derail the train. But no. He took the man's proffered hand, as Ceni hung back shyly.

 

The door closed behind their escort. Deren's grip tightened, and his eyes focused as he pulled Aaron closer. He bent slightly nearer, and began whispering intently. "I've survived these long years by making people think that I'm a lot less than I am, do you hear? Judging by your little show out there, that's a skill you're going to need to learn, and quickly."

[Newan]

Dear fellow tributes,

 

I am writing to inform you that after the Cornucopia, I will be spending several cycles killing muttations.  As their threat to me will increase as the number of living players decreases, I want to make sure that most of them are dead before I start fighting other tributes.  If I am the only tribute attacking them, I will kill four of them.  If others join in on the effort, I will not rest until they are all dead.  

 

I know the temptation to stab me in the back will be very strong.  However, think of it this way: as long as I am alive and killing muttations, I am helping you.  You could kill me, but I am killing those who would harm you.  It would be a much better idea to attack those who might actually attack you.  Think of the children.

 

All of my love,

Newan