The Hunger Games

*I asked to have a tribute, and I can have one as long as he is a boy*

Name: Rian Wings ( pronounced Ryan)

Gender: Male

Age: 13

occupation: Tribute

Appearance: A normal child of district 12, but is lacking the trademark skinniness of the districts. He is still slim though. Kind brown eyes.


Personality: Kind, and very shy. Is used to being around the capitol, because his father is a peacekeeper.

District: 12

History: Father was born in the capital, but was sent to district 12 to be a peacekeeper. His twin sister (Rain) ran away last year to rebel, but was captured, and is now an Avox.

Other: Has no special skill, that is shown to others.

Rian~district 12

"Any volunteers?" The woman on the stage asks. Silence is the only response. " OK then, boys next," She reaches her hand into the other glass case, as I cross my fingers. "Rian Wings!" Her shrill voice echos around us; a small amount of air escapes the fortress of my lips as I slowly walk up to the stage. Head held high I try to control my rapidly increasing heart beat.

The strange woman shakes my hand, and Peta shifts his weight off of his fake leg. " Any volunteers?" No answer, of course there wouldn't be an answer! Who in their right mind would volunteer themselves for someone from the capitol? I wouldn't, that's for sure. My thoughts are scattered as we are led to the rooms in which we shall get our last glimpses of our family.

* * *
I feel much better after my father visited me. His words were...interesting. I mull over his plans, as I am taken to the train.

{Sara Saunters}

It was time... I waited in the sea of people just as everyone else. Everyone was watching, and I couldn't think of anything but the thousands of people that would be watching my every move. Mine, and all of the others that were penned up with me.
The crowd hushed as the Mayor Stood up. He filled his speech with rubbish, he designed it so we would be nervous, I thought. He enjoys seeing our faces as we wait.
The ball started to roll, and I found myself stretching on my toes - what were the chances that it would be me, after all? One in a thousand? Of all of the girls in District 2, I would be singled out. That was impossible, the odds were against me. I might as well enjoy the moment.
Even so, my blood curdled as he reached into the orb. I could almost taste the tension in the air, and it stale smell of sweat hung in the air around me. this was it - the moment all of the girls in the district had been dreading. As he parted his lips, they spread into a big, wide smile. Something was amusing him.
"Caitlin Walsh!" He jeered, "Come up onto the st--" He looked confused. As there was a murmur of excitement passing through the crowd, he smiled again. this time, he wasn't proud, more ashamed of his mistake. "I'm sorry," he said. "It seems I have grabbed two names!" He chucked the pieces of paper back into the orb, clearly showing that there were two, and not one.
He spun it again, and reached in. Shuffling the contents around with his palm, he grabbed at one. Could it be my name? Blood hammering in my ears, pounding in my chest, and tingling my fingertips, I waited.
"Sara Sanders," he shouted. "Definitely not Caitlin or Miranda this time."
As I was pushed forward through the crowd, I briefly heard the 17 year old behind me gasp a sigh of relief. "Thank god it wasn't really me! I thought I was going to have a heart attack!" She exclaimed. Yeah, I thought. Thank God it's me up here risking my life and not you.

*Foxfire and Peanut, we have a tiny situation. Both of you picked district 11, so one of you's got to change it.*

Ringo


I walked along, following the other Avoxes all with solemn expressions on their faces. No surprise there, really. Being an Avox wasn't entirely the most funnest life. I glanced at the Avox walking beside me.

He appeared to be missing his right pinkie. I noted that as a side thought. Then I realised who it was. I had seen this person before. What with his lost puppy dog look, how could I have forgotten him?

I turned to him, "Do you know when we meet next?"

He looked stunned for a second, his big brown eyes widened making his pale face seem suddenly very small. Then he took a breath, hesitated and replied, "I don't know what you mean."

His eyes shifted through a gap in his caramel hair to where our, well, basically where our masters stood. I call them masters because they were who we served. The Capitol's uppermen who controlled the Hunger Games.

I suddenly understood his silence. He had noticed that before I had. I gave him a small almost unnoticeable nod, "I mean for our card game, I've been looking forward to matching wits again."

He almost frowned. I watched him very closely as we walked along. His brows bent down slightly and I could see him trying to get through what I meant. I think I partially pitied him. It was hard to understand when I was lying or joking or even telling the truth. Years of being an Avox had taught me that skill.

"Can this wait? We're going to the Hunger Games, but seriously, the time will be the 5th Match," he replied, as he understood what I had meant. Our master was staring at us, I could feel his gaze on my back, like some sort of probe. Suddenly I knew he had been listening very closely to us, like a hawk. I drifted away from the puppy dog boy and into the middle of Avox walking pack.

Puppy-dog, wait, his name was Levi, managed to catch up and was walking in sync with me a few metres to my left. I met his eye. A silent communication passed between us. We both knew that the meeting wasn't during the 5th Match.

Master would tie us both somewhere down, no doubt, after hearing about our "card-game". I let myself feel a little satisfaction. To and time and 5th.

2 times 5. 10. The 10th Match. The master would be off our backs by then. I drifted away slightly from the others feeling a small disgust for them and their unquestionable servitude. Soon out group was split up into the 12 different factions.

I got sent to District 12. I silently thanked all of the gods I knew that I hadn't been assigned to District 1. Bad memories slept there. Bad memories I'd rather leave alone. I caught a glimpse of Levi as we split.

It looked like he'd been either put into 11 or 12. Our groups ran the same way until they split to go to different places, so I wouldn't know until we got there. Talking between Avoxes are usually strictly prohibited, but I had the tux.

And everyone knew that. I had the special favour.

I waved to Levi, "Wait for me for the card game as well, okay?"

He nodded as a wave of Avoxes swept him up and he disappeared. I watched until I was sure he was gone. Then I continued on my way. It seemed, he was in 11, not 12. He would wait a maximum of four minutes for me to catch up with him.

If I didn't he could leave. The Number Code. Not many people could catch it. It was obvious that Levi was one of the ones who could. I had been one of the people to create the Number Code. It was almost amusing that the Capitol thought me one of the best Avoxes.

Actually it was hilarious. I didn't allow myself a smile or even a small chuckle. I followed the others until we arrived. And that was when the interesting things started happening.

*Hope that's okay. ^^ I create things as I go ^^"*

*Sorry there's not a lot of dialogue. I promise in futute posts I'll add more, but as it is I rushed.*

Savy Delm~District 12:

Right after the picking of tributes was over, Lola rushed me and this Rian boy off stage. He was young, so young. I looked away finding it hard to look at him, knowing he might not survive. We were each placed in the District 12 Capitol building. In separate rooms where we would say our goodbyes to loved ones.

I was done rather quick, the only person that came to console me was my mother. She wasn't much help either all she did was cry and tell me everything was going to alright. Her famous words. Everything's going to be alright. She'd used those words after dad died, after Kial, my brother, joined the rebels, and now she was using them to describe me leaving her.

"I'm afraid your time is up, Savy. We need to board the train now if we want to make it to the Capitol in time." Another Representative spoke from the doorway and just like that my mother was escorted from the room and I soon was asked to leave as well.

Rian was a silent little boy who kept his hands clenched into fists at his sides. We boarded the train along with the previous winners and mood killing Lola. Oh happy day.

Levi~

After I got over the shock of actually being spoken directly to I stumbled toward the District 11 train, that had just pulled up to the Capitol building. The tributes made their way down the long ramp laid out for them. Bags were thrown at me and I held my tongue, wanting so bad to cuss them all out, but I preferred to keep my other pinkie.

So Ringo needed to talk to me. That's new.

*I would continue but I really don't know who's a district 11 tribute. Check out the DT for more info*

{Robin Caraway}


I never did catch the name of the boy that was chosen, but how could I when my mind was swimming with thoughts and questions.

What happens if I die?

Am I going to kill somebody?

The room they'd put me in was small and hardly comfortable even though I was sitting on a large, red couch that maybe would've been nice if I wasn't so troubled. Then the door opened and two people I'd thought I'd never see again came walking in, their familiar crooked smiles looked as funny as ever.

"Crow? Sparrow?" I asked, my body going numb.

"Robin, be quiet. We need to speak with you" Crow said, a seriousness on his face that I hadn't seen in years. Sparrow stepped over to me and put his hand on my shoulder, why wasn't he speaking? He was always the talkative one. I stared at him with concern and he looked over to Crow as if to tell him to tell me what was wrong.

"Sparrow is unable to speak, its a long story and not what we are here to talk about" Crow said and I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. I hugged Sparrow and looked back over to Crow.

[i]What could they possibly need to talk with me about?[/b]

~~

The train was weird.

The rooms were strange and I still didn't know what the name of the District 7 boy tribute's name was. Crow's words were still echoeing through my head, were they really going to do this? And he'd actually asked me if I was going to fight with them.

Of course I was!


**Hope this is okay as well, maybe one of the two people that were District 11 boys could be the District 7 boy?**

I don't think Peanut would mind changing her boy to district 7. Plus I have already made Foxfire change his character into a boy for earlier reasons. Peanut is on vaK I think, but I'll pm her and make sure it's ok, but if she doesn't reply by tomorrow then her character will be changed to district 7. Okee doke then...

Madison ~ District 1

"Melissa Carson," a voice rang out for the girls. I looked at the trembling little girl and smiled. It would be too easy to persuade her to step down.

"Any volunteers?" A tough, ugly man asked.

"Isn't there always?" I asked. "I volunteer." He laughed.

"Are you sure?" the man asked, looking me over. I could tell my tiny little size was going to work in my advantage. I might as well play it up a bit.

"I don't want anything to happen to Melissa," I lied. I was copying that girl from Distract 12. She won and so could I. "She's a good friend."

Melissa didn't say anything. She hardly knew me, but I was her savior.

"Alright. What's your name, girl?" The ugly man asked. I smiled, a knowledgeable little smirk.

"My name is Madison. Madison Johnston."

* I posted her profile in the discussion thread.*

Rain~ Avox

I see Levi walking towards the district 11 train, and I push past the many other Avoxs to reach him. I act like I was supposed to be on this train, as I walk by his side. I can tell that he probably doesn't want me here, but I am not leaving. Anything is better than going back home to district 12!

Can I please please post as the reble tribute cause I just finished reading the book which is great.

Name: Pita rouge


Gender:Male

Age:17

District: 12 (but forthe rebles he's pretending to be from district 7 because if his name dosen't get picked then he can still voulentree)

Occupation: Reble/tribute

Personality: Kind and sweet but with a mean streak that comes out towards the Capitol. He's also kind of witty.

Background: On the day of the reeaping a few years back he had to take care of his mother who was ill but the guardsfound him and dragged round back to some deserted ally were they whipped him and broke both his legs vegas to drag himself round the house and up a flight of stairs only to find the crows were already picking at her eyes. Hewas healed by Kantisses mother when he was healed he went off to find the rebelion. He did and now they gave him this job.

Kaoru- District 11


I looked out the train and the last of my people from district ten. I stared finally at my home town before i sat down and sat beside the girl from district ten.

She was scared. Her name was chosen in surprise and she was two years younger than i was. SHe looked at me with her pale blue eyes. I know her. We had worked together for some time.

"Are you scared?" she said shivering with a weak faint smile.
"Yes, but that does not mean i will die easily amongst the others. I will help you if you wish."

she muttered a silent thanks before she weep on her hands. The tribute who ahd won last year sat before us. It did not bother to me that she was a girl few years older than i am.

"Bold words from someone coming to a tribute..." she grinned.

"What else will i say. I cannot just say that i am going to die for nothing?"

"So you are fighting for someone?"

"Not quite, it was a surprise for my name to be called but i am happy as well that i leaved my district. Is it true that the capital is like a palace."

"See for yourself," she said, "But other than that, you gave me no reasons except that to who you are fighting for."

"You'll find out yourself," i replied as i sat back and listened aimlessly for ehr talking to the girl besides me. I had always fear this time has come but at the same time, i'm glad. It was long time that the wars had happened and long time had i been haunted by the past. But when i come to the capital, i promise to find her.

Jok sorry but we already have a rebel. I wouldn't mind if there was another rebel, though, but you have to change the district. Other than that newcomers are welcome.

P.S. I know I said no more tributes, but I recently got a pm from a certain YWS member saying that I should widen the number of tributes played by YWS members. But I warn, Jok is the last tribute I'm accepting.

Moonlight

Oh, and Foxfire. You're district 11, right. If your going to switch I'd appreciate it if you'd change to the district 7 boy. Wait! Oh nevermind we already have peanut changed to district 7! So could you stay as 11. Sorry, I feel like I keep yelling at.

*Continue*

*Okay I hate editing thing why I don't know anyway but just say I'm district 2 pretending to be all well fed and stuff*

Pita*-*district 2

I stood and watched as the Sara girl was pushed to the front some people had the worst luck. The representative smiled at the girl it was Effie with her pink wig she had really been promoted a lot. I remembered the conversation with the rebels Earlier .

"remember if you don't get picked volunteer, stay alive until theirs five alive then make your move if you die don't worry we have a few rebels around that will fill in"

The conversation had been longer but it was mostly a haze.

"Johnathan lines" Effie shouted out a broad shouldered boy stepped proudly out of the crowd but I walked forward a pushed him out of the way before he even reached the stairs.

"I volunteer" I said going and taking my place next to Sara. Effie squealed in delight.

"whenever I'm around people always seem to volunteer anyway whats your name" Effie said smiling.

"oh um Pita Rouge" I say and after a few more speeches and a round of applause were led off to the justice building. I sit silently as friends from the rebellion come and wish me good luck and say goodbye. Not to remind me of plans but to wish me luck like real friends after all they know that even with my skill I may not make it back.

We are lead to the train with cameras snapping pictures of us.

"you okay?" I say to Sara who looks a little light headed.

"I'm fine" she snaps back and takes a step away from me.

"don't worry I won't kill you not now not ever" I whisper in her ear and she stares at me in shock.

Erm... sorry everyone, I've been a little busy what with NaPo, and my new UserGroup, and a contest with June... I hope it is still OK for me to post this (and P.S. I don't mind moving to district 7).

Tuo- tribute

"Tranquilla Tuono!" I hear my name being called, though almost through a haze. My ears are still ringing from anticipation. Someone shoves on my back to get me moving. I step forward clumsily with frozen feet.

Stepping onto the stage, in a not- so- graceful manner, I look out towards the people and the camera's glare, and think to myself; how many people are watching this again?! Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think-

* * *

I hear gasps. The only thing I see is the sky.

I sense a strange taste in my mouth and my head feels emptied of blood. I realize that I have felt this way before; I passed out.

With the- my- mentor standing over me, the whole of the cameras are zoomed in on me. I feel like passing out again by thinking about how much I just embarrassed myself, but I shake off the feeling. Doing that again would only make things worse.

As the cameras eat up my ghost- pale face, I stand up wearily, trying not to throw up.

Emily- stylist

As with everyone else in the room, I gasp. Poor boy! I think. How embarrassed he must be!

There is not one person in the styling studio that is not watching the poor male tribute from district 7. The female tribute doesn't do much to help, either; just stands there and watches, like he is a disgrace to the district. Whoop her tiny little butt, I would.

Something in the boy's eyes catches in mine. Oh, what was his name?... Tuono! Tranquilla Tuono. I whisper the name under my breath, and watch as he stands wearily up to look in the cameras harsh face, as if to say; I don't give a crap what just happened... NOT! Plain in his face, I can tell;

He doesn't expect to win.