The 118th Hunger Games

THESE GAMES ARE TEMPORARILY BEHIND SCHEDULE AND WILL BE UPDATED IN A FEW DAys my school is having those annoying tests that take like a a week and i have to study.

The Hunger Games
This is my 1st Hunger Games! I'm using Districts 0-14. Thanks, and feel free to submit tributes

Rules


 * 1) Up to 5 Tributes for person
 * 2) No being rude when your character dies
 * 3) No Reservations
 * 4) No Overpowered Tributes
 * 5) All Tributes must have a lunaii

Name:

Gender:

Age:

District:

Weapon(s):

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Fears:

Personality:

Appearance: (including height)

Interview Strategy:

Training Strategy:

Bloodbath Strategy:

Games Strategy:

Token:

Possible Alliances:

Reaped or Volunteered:

Backstory:

It needs to include all that information. I have already designed an arena for this Games. I will be giving training scores to all the tributes, and you have the ability to sponsor your tribute. You can sponsor your own tribute, but i'll talk more about that after i have enough tributes. You can reserve, and don't fight over the districts. I'm using Districts 0-14, instead of just the normal districts from the series. Thank you.

District 0 Female: Luna Sunny (age 13)

District 0 Male: Solar Zap (age 12)

District 1 Female: Pepper Willow (age 17)

District 1 Male: Talon Ashe (age 17)

District 2 Female: Sierra Leon (age 16)

District 2 Male: Marcus Fierce (age 18)

District 3 Female: Zetta Elektra (age 14)

District 3 Male: Xander Mac (age 13)

District 4 Female: Athena Kai (age 16)

District 4 Male: Trenton Wade (age 17)

District 5 Female: Calypso Gale (age 17) (Jabberjay78)

District 5 Male: Tameo Arghus (age 14) (VDA)

District 6 Female: Pinky Willen (age 12)

District 6 Male: Oto Hipolyte (age 16)

District 7 Female: Ivy Juniper (age 14)

District 7 Male: Lennox Bark (age 15)

District 8 Female: Velvet Weave (age 14)

District 8 Male: Stitch Needle (age 15)

District 9 Female: Hazel Lindenwood (age 15)

District 9 Male: Danny O'Connell (age 12)

District 10 Female: Helana Krisp (age 18) (Nightlock Kryptonite)

District 10 Male: Luke Torrington (age 17)

District 11 Female: Clementine Springer (age 13)

District 11 Male: Parsley Everleaf (age 12) (couchpotaty)

District 12 Female: Liliana Marx (age 13) (cloveismywife)

District 12 Male: Coal Ember (age 16)

District 13 Female: Evly Thorne (age 17)

District 13 Male: Griffin Song (age 14)

District 14 Female: Devyn Flame (age 14)

District 14 Male: Some Body (age 12)

I will put the name and some of the information about the tribute next to their district. Please submit up to five, and i'll add on more, and the games, once i get enough tributes. Countdown: 0

The Arena:
The arena is set on a rocky plain with pale green acid rivers running through it. They burn like fire and corrode almost every material on contact. The cornucopia is placed on the only high ground in the arena, a tall hill. There is a single twisted dead tree, the highest ground in the arena, up there. The only fresh water not from the cornucopia is in a small lake to the southwest of the arena. There are piles of rock providing decent cover scattered around the arena. The rest of the arena is very open and has a high visibility level, so anybody can be seen easily if they travel across by day. There is no sun, and the sky is always cloudy during the day.

Note-There is no image for the District 8 boy, Stitch.

Sponsoring:
There are many ways for your tribute to earn sponsor money in the games. Here is a basic list. Once the games begin, talk to me in the comments if you want to sponsor your tribute with something.


 * Simply surviving for another day: 10 dollars
 * Killing another tribute: 50 dollars
 * Assisting in the killing of another tribute: 25 dollars
 * Participating in a feast event: 15 dollars
 * Winning a feast event: 35 dollars
 * Doing anything particularly entertaining for the audience: 20 - 45, depending on what they did.

The Items
Note from mentor- $10

small Items: 35 Dollars each

Weapons: Knife, Dagger, Throwing knives (3), Shuriken (3), Blowgun darts (5), Arrows (5), Crossbow bolts (5), Cleaver, Sickle.

Food: Apple, Orange, Small Bottle of water, Sandwich, Biscuits, small pack meal (2 days)

Medicines and misc: Insect repellent, Band-aid, Cure for light cuts, Lighter, light Blanket, Towel

Medium items: 50 Dollars each

Weapons: Short sword, Sword, Machete, Javelin(2), Staff, Boomerang, Axe, Mace, Spear, Bow, Throwing axe (2), Throwing knives (5), Blowgun, Arrows (6), Crossbow bolts (6)

Food: Chocolate bar, Sausages, Beef stew, Lamb stew, Fish, Noodles, Potato chips (idek), Rice, Medium Bottle of water, soup, medium pack meals (4 days)

Medicines and misc: Cure for medium to large wounds, antiseptic, painkillers, poison medicine, slow acting poison, Sleeping bag, Flashlight, Length of rope, Fresh clothes, compass and map, heavy blanket, Acid Burn Cure

Large items: 60 Dollars each

Weapons: Scythe, Trident, Chakram, Kusarigama, Naginata, Warhammer, Battleaxe, Halberd, Glaive, Katana, Whip, Crossbow

Food: Entire turkey, Seafood stew, Gallon drum of water

Medicines and misc: Instant pain relief, cure for fatal wounds, instant death poison, Tent, Binoculars, Body armor, 2 way radio (for communiction with allies) large pack meal (6 days), camouflage paint set,

Hazel Lindenwood-District 9F
We've been training for a few days. I'm at least good at something. Leigh taught me that much. I wish I had run away from District 9, though she always told me it wasn't safe. I grip the spear in my shaky hand as I throw it at the target. No luck. The weapon clatters to the ground to one side. "You won't be killing anybody with skills like that." Sierra (2) sneers, picking up the spear and claiming it for her own use. She then walks away, to a bench where her District Partner, Markus, is sitting. ''I hate these people. I hate all of them!'' My weapon of choice, of course, would be a bow, but I decided I wanted to practice with the things I'm not good at yet. The bow comes out in my private training session, and after that in the games, if I can get one. I finger my token, a little string tied in a bow, with one hand. ''I wish I was back home, with my parents. I wonder where Leigh is now.'' It had been a while since I said goodbye to her. I hope she isn't going to watch me die.

Oto Hipolyte-District 6M
I rub the sticks together. No luck. Not even a single spark. My hands long to grip an axe, to throw it into the target, but I crouch on the dirt of the fire making station and rub harder. No weapons for me. I hear a loud shout, and look up. Pinky (6), my District partner, lost her grip on the climbing station ropes and fell almost ten feet to the ground. Nobody comes to help her up. Nobody even looks. The girl from 11, small, looking like she couldn't win a fight with the best weapon in the games, leans down maybe 5 feet to my right and stacks some of the kindling for a fire. "Hi." She whispers, not even looking up. It's so quiet, I can't verify that I heard her speak. But a small flame blossoms from her pile of sticks. She doesn't smile, just watches it, eyes staring into the flames, but I get the feeling that she's not even thinking about starting fires.

Ivy Juniper-District 7F
I peer out of the branches of the tree. I can see the other tributes scattered around the training space. The girl from 2 is stabbing a dummy with her spear, and that Pepper girl, (1) is talking to Solar (0), and Pinky (6), while gesturing with her hands rapidly. Strange. I thought she would want to be with the careers. Luke, from 10, is wielding a knife. He seems pretty able with one. I leap down from the tree. So much for climbing in training. I'm District 7. I just tried to get a good view of what the others, the people I have to kill, are doing. I could probably take most of the younger ones, if I had a trident, more. Tomorrow is the day we get our training scores. I pray for something good, anxiety rising in my chest. If I get a high one, they'll target me. If I get a low one, they'll pick me off, easy prey. There's those numbers that are the stable ground in the system, maybe 6 or 7, possibly 8. I'll aim for that window. To let them know I'm not a huge threat but not one of the weaklings. There's only one problem. I want to join the career alliance.

Solar Zap-District 0M
How can I come off as anything but a weakling? I'm 12, small, and from a poorer district. Me, Pepper, and Pinky are going in to the games together. They're the only people who would take me as an ally. Even my District partner, Luna, decided that it was better if she didn't ally with me. She even went so far as to tell me I was probably going to be the first one to die. I appear more helpless than some of the young children of the career districts. I can't hope that I won't die. You know it's bad when you can't convince yourself there's any chance of you surviving.

Pepper Willow-District 1F
These games will be easy. Just ally with a few weaker tributes, protect them, then slaughter them. Simple. I can't believe that Solar and Pinky believed me. I just act nice. They'll be in the sky of the arena sooner than they think. And I'll earn some sponsor money that would have gone to the careers. Yes, I can win this without having anything to do with them. They'll end up slaughtering each other before they get me. Even if I don't get anything much from the cornucopia, what if the two of them do? I can still kill them myself. I'll just drown them when they are asleep, or poison their food or water. I see the trust in Pinky's eyes, and I almost laugh. She's like a little kid. If I didn't end up killing her, she would be killed by somebody else minutes later. I silently thank my sister for ensuring that I am not like that now. I trusted her once, I trusted other people. I thought there was good in everybody, but I was wrong. There's that creepy girl from 10 who seems to be taking my place in the Career pack. They say she dyed her hair with her own blood. Children are much easier to kill than tributes like that.

Final Alliances:
Careers: Athena Kai (4), Talon Ashe (1), Sierra Leon (2), Markus Fierce (2), Trenton Wade (4), Helana Krisp (10),

Anti-Careers: Coal Ember (12), Devyn Flame (14), Luke Torrington (10), Velvet Weave (8),

Loners: Some Body (14), Hazel Lindenwood (9), Calypso Gale (5), Stitch Needle (8), Luna Sunny (0), Parsley Everleaf (11), Liliana Marx (12), Tameo Arghus (5),

Pepper's Alliance: Pepper Willow (1), Danny O'Connell (9), Solar Zap (0), Pinky Willen (6)

District 13: Griffin Song (13), Evly Thorne (13)

Random Alliance: Oto Hipolyte (6), Clementine Springer (11)

District 7 Alliance: Lennox Bark (7), Ivy Juniper (7, only because she couldn't get into the career alliance)

District 3 Alliance: Zetta Elektra (3), Xander Mac (3),

Talon Ashe-District 1M
An 11. I expected nothing less from myself. Spears are easy enough to fight with, even easier to train with. And this is what years of practice has earned me. I knew that I had to volunteer. I'm not yet 18, but I knew that I had to try to win, or die trying. That's the point of the hunger games, sharp like the point of the spears I love to use. And my District Partner is crazy. Why run off with a bunch of kindergarteners when you could be part of the career pack? I remember when I was 14, and I was about to volunteer, when the boy in the next age square elbowed me hard. I winced and rubbed it, but when I looked up he was already calling out, "I Volunteer!" I could have done it too, but to what end? He won, pretty short story even shorter. They say my eyes look like cat's eyes, and that I give them bad vibes. It's true. Nobody wants to talk to some sarcastic boy who thinks that he'll win the hunger games. But that's not me. I'm sure that I'll win the Hunger Games.

Clementine Springer-District 11F
My stylist's name is like, Mahogany or something. She's supposed to give me another outfit, this time for the interview, instead of the chariot ride. She hands me a dress, which is a pretty emerald green and woven into some sort of pattern. Vines! Like the ones on some of the oldest trees in the orchard. "Try it on." I stare into Mahogany's aqua eyes, rimmed with silver eyeliner, just another drop of water in her sea of makeup. I pull the dress over my head. It's light and wispy, and the vines seem to move when I walk. "I-It's beautiful." I whisper, my breath taken away. My interview is one of the last. I still don't know what I'll say. I think I'll just act all cute and innocent. Innocent. What most of the tributes think I am. I'm no stranger to defending myself. Me and Soya. I saved her from the games. It's just her and mom now. Maybe my brother will show me that he still cares. The sting of his absence still hurt. ''He won't. He doesn't care. He left your family for that capital girl.'' Now he watched us in the Districts die. I can't help but feel angry at him, even though I still love him for being family. I need to get back home. Mom and Soya won't be able to deal with life without me. Soya will be heartbroken, half glad I saved her and half wishing it was her who died instead. Mom will be depressed, losing her will to take care of Soya, and she'll be all alone, with nobody to take care of her. ''I can't let that happen to her. I can't let anything happen to her.''

Parsley Everleaf-District 11M
I feel like there's a cold stone in my belly, making me feel sick. What was I thinking? The Gamemakers are going to kill me off now. I guess that was never not going to happen. I'm the kind of tribute people forget easily. The games are in just a few hours, but I can't sleep. I'll be dead in hours if my prediction came true. There's not anything that I can do to prevent it. It's just the way things happen in the games. But why? Why am I here? I'll be seeing my sister soon if there is an afterlife. I miss you more every day, Annalee. So much for my lucky blue bandanna. Luck, they said. It will bring you luck. Curse you, luck. It must have been bad luck. The same bad luck that caused Annalee to fall ill and starve to death. It's been four years. I keep holding onto the hope that she isn't really dead, that she'll be back. I never got to say goodbye. That's the way things are, I guess. But why? I think again. I clutch the bandana to my chest. "If you really give luck, I'll need a lot to even get past the first day." The faded bandana does nothing. Duh. It's just a piece of cloth and a piece of superstition. My stylist rushes into the room. "Parsley, somebody delivered an urgent note to you, from District 14." He gasps, shoving a small piece of paper at me. I unfold it. ''Don't believe what they say. This is bigger than you can understand, and you won't ever know. -Annalee.'' I drop the note. A-Annalee?

Athena Kai-District 4F
And may the odds be ever in my favor. I suppose they could be, because I have the highest training score. But even I am nervous. I find an outfit on the end of my bed when I wake up. It's gray with short sleeves and a number on the back, an aqua shaded four. Must be for my District. I head out of my section, only managing to choke down a few crackers before I step in the elevator. I see the boy from 12, wearing a black 12 on the back of his jumpsuit. It makes a stop to collect the pair from two, who have purple numbers. Then it opens into the lobby floor. Everything is so much more busy than the day before. Two hovercrafts wait outside, and avoxes run about delievering papers, and one of them carries a huge needle. I shudder at the sight of it. I definitely don't want that in my arm. Honestly, it's probably the tracker inserter thing, so I will have that wicked pointy thing in my arm anyway. The elevator spits out more tributes, including my ally and district partner, Trenton. The Games are just about to begin.

Luke Torrington-District 10M
It's dark and clunky in the hovercraft. The one that the other half of the tributes got onto was better. I'm wearing red, with a huge number ten like a target on my back. So much for staying under the radar once the games begin. Then the hovercraft lands. An avox comes in and takes the girl from 1 out, up until I'm one of the last few on. The avox inserts the tracker, and it burns like a brand of fire. Then she grabs me harder and pulls me out of the hovercraft. We're in some sort of underground place. Beneath the arena. And so I step into the tube, labeled with 10M in small writing. "15 seconds till launch." I'm shaking. This'll be awful, if I even live through it.

Pinky Willen-District 6 Female
I'm standing on my plate. The arena...isn't what anybody expected. It's just a plain, scattered with rocks and rivers of slow moving green stuff that for sure is poison. The highest ground in the arena is where I am now, on top of a hill with the cornucopia. 10...9...8...7...I glance at Pepper. She points at a small gray bag just yards away. 3...2...1.... And the gong sends everybody running. I see Parsley running and climbing down the hill like mutts are after him. The only supplies in his hand is a dagger, which he grabbed from near his plate. I snatch the bag up in my hand, but somebody shoves me to the ground, and I hit my head on a rock. The pain echoes through my body like sound in a dark tunnel. It's the boy from 13, and a curved knife is clutched tightly in his pale hand. A rock sails across the clearing and thumps into his head, stunning him. (hazel threw it) But then Pepper stabs him through with a spear and blood sprays onto the slate-gray ground. He gasps and collapses, body curled around it. She helps me to my feet. "Your fine. He didn't get you hard enough."

Xander Mac-District 3M
This is awful. Sierra Leon (2) stabs the boy from 14 through, then turns back to the cornucopia. Coal (12), staggers away, blood dripping from a wound in his leg. Then I feel the red hot pain, and turn around. Velvet (8), pulls her knife out of the back of my arm. I dash forward, feinting left but snatch up a machete from the cornucopia. She turns and runs, but I throw it into her back and she falls forward. I pluck it out, wiping the blood of my hands, and go to find Zetta so we can get out of here. But I stumble on her dead body. The bloodbath is dying down, and eight cannons sound. Not many deaths this year. Less chances of 3's victory, I suppose. I wish that I still had my ally. But no, I won't mourn. This is a fight to the death.

Updated Alliances and Death Chart (current sponsor money and tribute supplies)
Updated Alliances:

Careers: Athena Kai (4), Talon Ashe (1), Trenton Wade (4), Sierra Leon (2), Markus Fierce (2), Helana Krisp (10)

Anti-Careers: Coal Ember (12), Devyn Flame (14), Luke Torrington (10),

Loners: Luna Sunny (0), Hazel Lindenwood (9), Stitch Needle (8), Tameo Arghus (5), Parsley Everleaf (11),  Evly Thorne (13), Ivy Juniper (7), Xander Mac (3)

Pepper's Alliance: Pepper Willow (1), Solar Zap (0), Pinky Willen (6)

Random Alliance: Oto Hipolyte (6), Clementine Springer (11)

Tribute Sponsor Money:

Athena Kai: $85

Talon Ashe: $85

Trenton Wade: $85

Sierra Leon: $25

Markus Fierce: $85

Helana Krisp: $25

Coal Ember: $35

Devyn Flame: $15

Luke Torrington: $50

Luna Sunny: $85

Hazel Lindenwood: $20

Stitch Needle: $35

Tameo Arghus: $25

Parsley Everleaf: $25

Evly Thorne: $35

Ivy Juniper: $50

Xander Mac: $25

Solar Zap: $25

Pepper Willow: $85

Pinky Willen: $35

Oto Hipolyte: $85

Clementine Springer: $35

And next the things they grabbed at the cornucopia these games are very long

Ivy Juniper-District 7F
I can tell it must be night, even through the thick gray clouds. It's getting darker and colder. Once I got over my shock how barren the arena was, I grabbed some things and made for one of the piles of rocks. And that's where I am now, camping out in a pile of boulders. I take a bite of the plain bread stuff from the meal. Just a bite, nothing more. I don't want to waste it. With a cheerful ding, I see a white parachute descending from the sky. With a gasp, I reach out. It's a small bottle of water! I take a hurried sip, swishing it around in my mouth. Water will be hard to find in this arena, with the barren rock plains and the acid rivers. Of course, it must be acid. What is more interesting than watching kids die in an acid arena? I don't think that I'll ever understand these highstrung capitol folk who dye their hair for fun. They can still provide me with items I can use to survive, if I kill for them.

Stitch Needle-District 8M
What is the purpose of a bow if you don't know how to shoot? I've set my tent up behind some boulders. It's gray, but still deadly obvious. I hate this. Velvet was supposed to be my ally! I hold back tears. ''Don't cry. This is a fight for your life.'' I consider commiting suicide. It would be better than dying to somebody else's hands, and better than winning and learning to live with it. But I won't. I can't. But if I ever do come out of here, I'll be a new person, and not in a good way.

Hazel Lindenwood-District 9F
I wince as the acid burns my ankle. I pull it out with a quiet moan. The rocks that tumbled into the greenish liquid under my feet sizzle and disintegrate. I picture my leg doing that, but it wasn't in contact for long enough. I don't know how much money I have on me, but I wish they could send something down right now. "Please!" I almost shout, before clapping my hand over my mouth. The first day of the games may be over, but the first night has begun. And who knows what the gamemakers have in this terrible arena. ''I wish Leigh were here with me now. She would know how I could win.'' But I grit my teeth and keep walking along the side of the river, east towards who knows what at the edge of the arena. I hope luck goes with me, but if so, It's probably the bad kind.

Trenton Wade-District 4M
The clouds begin to take on a lighter color, light gray instead of murky black. Markus passes out rations. Good. If I can use his things to survive, then it will be easier to win. It's such an honor to represent my district, honestly. Most people would think that this is a suicide mission, to bring glory or failure. But I see only the former. That creepy Helana girl eats her own small meal in the corner of our camp. The rocks that are everywhere are such a problem. They give shelter for enemies, make traveling harder and are impossible to see around. We're going to hunt later. I guess. I don't really know how things work here. Talon will tell us when he needs us to do things. I slip some of the meal into my bag. It can't hurt to save. If I have to leave the alliance, I need some food of my own.

Helana Krisp-District 10F
These other careers take me as a fool. A nine isn't a training score to joke about. I tried to not seem weird, but I can't really help it. At least I'm here, instead of dead, or all by myself. "Ok, we need to take out the anti-careers." Sierra says. I nod. "We don't even know where they are." I state. "We'll have to find them." Talon says. "And if we find your district partner?" Athena chimes in. "Kill her, and her allies too. She proved that she can't win when she allied with some 12 year olds." Talon finishes. As if by some silent command, we pack up. I shove my things into my red bag. Looks like blood. I think with a smirk. There sure will be a lot of blood spilled if we find another tribute. But not Luke. If anybody killed him, I would kill them. He's my district partner, and I don't want to mess things up for when I win.

Coal Ember-District 12M
"Get down!" Devyn leaps down from the pile of rocks, her hair flying out behind her. "I see the careers!" Luke grabs his sickle, and packs up quickly. "There's no time to run." Luke says, "we have to fight." They'll kill us all! Devyn already has turned and sprinted away, too fast for them to catch up. "Coward." Luke mutters. The fog is clearing and now I can see all the careers. Every cell of my body is screaming for me to run, to get away from here before they put an end to my life. But it's the spear that embeds in Luke's chest that makes me realize that I have to run. I snatch his bag and get the hell out of there. As Luke's cannon goes off, I hear another scream. A girl. But it isn't in pain. It's in anger.

Athena Kai-District 4F
I pull the spear out of the 10M's body, just as Helana screams at me and takes out her throwing knives. I dodge the first, but the second sinks deep into my arm with a burning hot flash of pain. I wince. But I throw my spear at her, which flies past and clatters to the ground. Trenton throws a rock at the back of Helana's head, before Talon cuts her throat with a machete. A second cannon sounds. I can't believe the other two got away. At least there are 20 more tributes left now. 19 more left until I win. Or I think that I'll win. Every tribute with faith in themselves always says that, and then they die in terrible, painful ways.

Oto Hipolyte-District 6M
"Clementine, you won't die as long as I'm here to protect you." I doubt that. But I won't tell her. "You'd really die protecting me?" She whispers. "Yes." She deserves to go home more than I do. It isn't anything that I can tell about her, just her sweet innocence. I'm not just protecting her from the other tributes, I'm protecting her from having to kill one of them. If she wins, it will be because I kill them for her and then commit suicide. I think it's becoming night again, so I lay out my sleeping bag. The audience won't be bored by those two cannons earlier today. I wonder who they were. As if on cue, the faces of the District 10 pair shine in the sky. "Wasn't the girl a career?" Clementine ponders. "I think so. They must have killed him and then she got angry and tried to kill them." Then we both go to sleep.

Devyn Flame-District 14F
I don't have any weapon but my throwing knife, until I get an item from about the best sponsors in the arena. A trident. A perfect, brand new trident. Good thing I practiced with them in the training center, or this would be a hopeless case. Now I can kill the careers if they come after me. I wonder if Coal is alive. I slept early, so I didn't see who was in the sky. I feel disgusted at myself for running, but I knew it was a fight we couldn't win. A fight that would leave the three of us dead. "Thank you." Then I see the note, wrapped around the trident grip. Find an ally who you trust, it reads. I look to the nearest pile of rocks, where a camera could be sitting. "I don't have anybody I trust left in this arena." I need a place to stay where nobody will find me. There has to be a source of water in this arena somewhere. I wonder if anybody has found it.

Solar Zap-District 0M
Pepper gets a sponsor. I peer over her arm to see what it is, but she adjusts her back towards me. I see a glimpse of the word, Poison. "It's some poison for later." She shoves it in her bag. She's gonna poison me and Pinky! I pretend to go back to sleep, only to see her poisoning a water bottle, which she then shoves into the baggage pile. I should swap them. I wait for her to go stand watch on top of the rocks. I forgot, we have a water source! It's a small-pond-lake thing. Nobody else even knows about it. Nevermind. Back to this. I grab her bottle and switch it with mine. I find Pinky biting into a cracker on the other side of the rocks. "Pepper tried to poison me! She got it from a sponsor! I swapped them though, so she'll die instead." Pinky looks shocked that Pepper would try to kill us. She comes up behind us, water bottle dangling from hand as she takes a long sip, "Thought I could have seen the 5 boy." She says. I wait for anything to happen. It must be slow acting poison. (it is). So I take a sip of mine, much to Pepper's delight. She'll be in the sky tonight.

Luna Sunny-District 0F
Night will be falling soon. I would be heading to sleep, if I had anywhere to stay except for on the ground. The melancholy evening is shattered by the boom of a cannon. I hope that Solar is okay out there, but he won't last long, and he would only slow me down if he was my ally. I'm better on my own for sure. Two cannons yesterday, and soon the gamemakers may do something if it stays this boring. But hopefully that one cannon saved us for the night. "The other tributes need to get off their asses and fight, or we'll be killed by mutts instead of each other." I curse silently. The clouds are fading to black, and the fog gathers. Solar, my district partner, appears in the sky. I wonder what happened to him... The arena is completely silent. But then, small flames bloom maybe a hundred yards away. I can make out one single shape sillouthetted against the flames. It's a boy, probably young. Could be that Parsley kid. Not wanting to take any chances, I grip my sword and sneak over, the fog wrapped around me, concealing.

Parsley Everleaf-District 11M
I'm burning my jacket. I'm way too cold, being sensitive to it. I lived in a warm part of the District, where it always felt like summer. I swear that I can see shadows slowly circling the ring of light that is my fire. Ghosts? I remember the note, but push it even further out of my mind. A prank. The shadow draws closer, but I have nothing to defend myself with. I grip a small, sharp rock and wait for death. But it doesn't come that moment. The girl from zero, Luna, emerges from the shadows like a spirit. She's carrying a sword, the firelight reflecting on the polished surface. And she swings it. I don't have time to dodge. It slashes open my chest, sending dark blood spraying across the gray stones. I choke, but more drips out of my mouth as I fall to the ground. But I don't hit it. I keep falling...and falling...and falling.

Pinky Willen-District 6F
I know what Solar told me, but he was wrong! Pepper poisoned her bottle while she knew that he was watching, so he'd swap them and drink the poison. And now she says she's not going to kill me yet. I wait for her to be asleep, really asleep, when I take my bag and a dagger. I choke on tears when I realize it was Solar's. But I leave the tent. Pepper is in it. Then I run away, after bottling some water. I need to survive. If I were strong enough, I would kill her! But all I have is this knife and I'm doomed to die. So I keep walking through the night.

Talon Ashe-District 1M
Sierra got sponsored with a gallon of water. We are starting to run low. She's only sharing it with her District Partner. "We haven't seen any sign of many other tributes since the anti battle." Athena says. "There must be a source of water somewhere." Trenton finishes. The clouds are light gray, and the normal fog is still thick over the rocky landscape. So far nothing too interesting has happened, except for the falling apart of the anti group. We're going to move our camp, and see if we can find that water source that at least one tribute could be at. It will be a relief to not rely on sponsors for the water.

Pepper Willow-District 1F
Little asshole. That Pinky girl just signed a form for her death. If not at my hands, at somebody else's. There's nobody left in this arena she would beat in a fight. And she took my water! Oh, wait. That isn't a problem. My camp is at a lake. Nice try, but 12 year old's are too stupid to compete in the games. They never win, never get close to winning, and barely ever do anything interesting. Unlike everybody else. If I have this water source, the careers would know that there is water and come after me eventually. I can't just do nothing until I win. I hear a loud shout, smashing the silence like a glass window with a rock. "You just don't let us use the water. Why?" The careers! Somehow, they found me. Somehow, they found the lake! I could stay and hope they don't find me, or run and risk being killed. I pack up my tent and slide between two rocks, into a small crevice. The voices are nearing. "It's a lake. Strange that nobody is here." It's Markus (2). I peer out of a chink in the rock, seeing Sierra (2), with a spear dangling from her hand, just outside the rocks. Please set up camp please. I could kill one of them before they knew what was happening, drown them slowly and run away before the cannon fires. Or I could get caught in the act and killed.

Trenton Wade-District 4F
Something seems off about where we are. Athena found a tent near a pile of rocks, and a few biscuit crumbs. The amount suggests more than one person. I think of the cannons that fired the other days. It could be anybody. But they are gone now. But who? Where did they go? And how long ago did they leave. If I didn't think I was being stupid, I'd think they didn't leave at all and are waiting to get a kill when we go to sleep. It's my turn to keep watch. But who would attack us? I just go to sleep.

Sierra Leon-District 2F
The rope wraps around my neck. I try to scream, try to thrash, try to break free, but the rope burns, cutting into my skin. The user is unknown. ''It must be a career! They're breaking the alliance!'' I kick, and hear a muffled shout of anger as the rope is tightened. Black spots dance in my eyes. I struggle harder. I can't die like this! But the killer is relentless, and the rope is so tight I wish that I could die, so I don't have to go like this. I choke out a scream. Then everything goes black.

Athena Kai-District 4F
A cannon and a scream. The camp is pure chaos. Somebody is dead, and it could be anyone, and one of the shadowy figures I can see is the killer. One of them is holding a knife. One a rope. And one of them is coming towards me with a huge rock! No, that's Trenton. It must be the rope girl. That can't be Sierra, Sierra is smaller. Sierra is dead. She is laying on the ground, eyes glazed, with a red burn line around her neck. The rope girl! I throw a rock at her. She dodges and runs. Right into Markus's hands. Blood sprays from her neck as he swings his sword, putting an end to her miserable life. A cannon sounds, and Pepper's (1), image appears besides Sierra's picture. Another tribute down. One less to go.

Stitch Needle-District 8M
More cannons. I think there are only 16 left, including me. I've been all on my own, and I don't have any food left. There's a lake, but the careers took over it. That District 1 girl and her pack of children never noticed when I filled my bottle there. I think all three of them are dead, but I'm not sure. The girl from 6 could have gotten away when the careers came. I doubt I would think of her as a threat if she ran past me holding a spear. I'm still near the lake, but not near enough that the careers will easily find me. I made a camp by digging out gravel, which made sort of a cave, underground. And that's where I'll be until the end of the games. I have enough water for three days. I think. Just an estimation. Then I'll put myself at risk again. That's the point of the games, isn't it.

Clementine Springer-District 11F
"This must have been somebody's camp! Look, there's a shuriken." It's the boy from 4, I think. I lean upwards to peer over the rocks. Oto pulls me back down. "Don't. It's too risky." He hisses. They found our camp, and we barely had time to get away before they arrived. I shut my eyes and try to block everything out. ''The games are like playing dodgeball. Avoid everybody except for the people on your team.'' I was good at dodgeball. It nearly brings tears to my eyes thinking about the times when I had nothing more than simple things to worry about. Now-my life is in the balance, and I'm teamed up with somebody from another District. Oto takes one of my shurikens. "Goddammit, there's no way to kill somebody with one of these..." True. They're our only weapons, our only survival tool, and we haven't gotten a sponsor in the whole games. Is our alliance really that pointless? I guess so. Then I hear another shout! The careers! They saw us!

Trenton Wade-District 4M
The two scramble out of the hole, and the boy shouts, "Run! Run, Clementine!" He points to the horizon, and she takes off. He turns and throws something at me. It flies over my head. Then I hear a choking noise, and spin. A thick metal shuriken is imbedded deep in Talon's throat. Blood is spilling all over his hands. "Get them!" He points to the fleeing pair. "Just get them!" Then the District 1 boy's eyes glaze over, and a cannon sounds. Athena shakes her head. "They're too far. We wouldn't be able to catch up." She sounds truly disapointed. Two kills for another day. We trek back to the packs in silence. The gray sky makes the lake look somber and deep. Then a flash of movement catches my eye. There's a tribute at our camp! I dash towards, but she vanishes, stepping behind the rocks. When we check, there's no evidence that she was ever there. Two failures in one day is two to many.

Hazel Lindenwood-District 9F
I took a few things from the Careers. Just enough to stop me from needing to go anywhere. I've been taking water from the lake for days, and I've only seen the Careers and before that, Pepper's Alliance. I suppose the best place in this arena is-The Cornucopia hill! You could see anything from up there! I set out at dawn. (I think, most of the time looks the same in this arena,) and head towards the massive mound of rocks. It looks like a gravestone on the somber landscape. This arena is just...strangely non mutt infested. I've seen so many games, and there has to be something. The burn on my ankle has barely healed, and when I touch it it feels like getting it all over again. Didn't expect anything less from Game-Maker acid. My leg scraped across a jagged rock as I climb the hill. If it wasn't hilariously strange, I would think that the hill has been getting taller...since the bloodbath, when it was just, well, a hill, now it's more like a small mountain. Confirming my fears about the ending. A few tributes fighting on the hill while the acid rises higher and higher...like I said, these games are predictable. Then I pull myself over the top, and lay for a few minutes, panting, on the rocky ground. Then I hear a footstep. The boy from District 3 steps out, holding a Machete covered in dried blood.

Xander Mac-District 3M
She's only holding an axe. I rush Hazel, machete pointing straight, like an evil line of death. She could be the one that killed Zetta! Her axe slices the air next to my head as I dodge low, coming up with a long slash, which sends her blood spilling on the rocks, her arm wounded. She swaps to the other hand, and locks her axe on my machete grip, cutting the edge into my hand. Blood stains the grip a dark brown. I let go, and step back as she pulls out the machete. She throws her axe, but it sails over my head and over the side of the hill. The ground is so far down that I barely hear the clatter. I don't think the mountain was this high when I climbed up here. I peek over the edge as I back up. I can see the whole arena. It would be cool if I wasn't about to die. Then she brings the machete down. And I put my hand up to block my face. It cuts into my skin, but I hold on, forcing it out of her hands, my blood dripping down the blade. And then I throw it off the mountain. She looks confused for a second, then punches me hard in the stomach. She's stronger than I thought, and I can't easily beat her in physical combat like I thought. I kick hard at her leg, and she slaps my arm as she dodge the kick. Then I push her backwards into the cornucopia, her head slamming into the cool metal. I grin as she falls limp.

Hazel Lindenwood-District 9F
My head rings with the shock of the blow, and sickening colors dance in the corners of my view, but I bring my knee up, hard into his crotch. He shouts and releases me. I grab him roughly by the arm and pin him against the tree. This time he doesn't struggle. He moans in pain as I knee him again, then punch him again. One of his eyes is beginning to blacken and swell, and a stream of blood drips from Xander's nose. I shove him. And he dodges. But a rock catches under his foot. It happens in slow motion. He stumbles, and grabs my arm, and we tumble over the edge. My life flashes before my eyes. And I grab a rock ledge, the force of the halt almost snapping me in half. And Xander keeps falling. I haul myself back up. The height doesn't stop the noise from sounding. The sound of a neck breaking. The sound of bones breaking as a body hits solid rock. Then a cannon. Blood drips from my cut arm, staining the stones rust colored, filling the air with a metallic scent. I gag. Then I pass out.

Ivy Juniper-District 7F
Two cannons today. One as the sky darkens, and another was earlier. The boys from three and five. There are only thirteen of us. And the sixth day is nearly over. I consider hunting down whoever is on the hill. They could be wounded from the fight, but I don't think I'm strong enough. I stare up at the sky. I've never seen a sky like it. Just gray. One color, through and through. "Hey." I snap my head up. The girl from 13 stands a few meters away. Evly, her name was. "I'm not here to kill you. I think that we both need allies." I nod. I'm not going to trust anybody who walks up and asks me for no reason, but I can benefit from this, and I think she knows that.

Trenton Wade-District 4M
The feast will be soon, but there isn't much we need. With so many of us dead, we have extra supplies. The only point of going at this point will be to get the kills. There are three of us left in the alliance, Athena, Markus, and I. It will be a clear win for District 4 this year. Tomorrow will be day Seven, and for sure that'll be the day that the alliance splits and Markus goes one way and me and Athena go the other. The velvety black clouds cloak the night in almost absolute darkness. "Athena?" I call for my District partner. "Hm?" She sits up. "If I don't win, you have to." I murmur. "We've got the best chance so far." Then we both are silent.

Luna Sunny-District 0F
I've been watching that Pinky girl. She's been here and there, stealing from tributes, not daring to fight. Spying on them, but I've been spying on her. And it's been long enough. I grip my sword. Just like when I killed Parsley. Killing gets easier and easier, I tell myself. And I step out from behind the rock. She screams shrilly, like a mouse when a hawk swoops down to catch it, and I run after her. She's small, but fast, and I have a hard time pursuing her until I corner here where two acid rivers meet. She has nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. No weapon to fight back with. "You-you won't get my sponsor money." She hisses, and takes a step backwards, and the acid seems to rise, waiting for her to fall. She doesn't fall. She jumps. Walks straight of the edge. I hear her screams, the sizzling of the acid, and finally a cannon. They won't have any body to send back to her district. And I don't get the kill.

Oto Hipolyte-District 6M
Clementine can't win on her own. And my job here is to protect her. It's almost like magic. I know she deserves to win, that she needs to win, but there's no way. There are still so many of us left, and the feast hasn't even arrived by day Seven. I want these games to be over, and I don't care if it means my death, as long as she makes it out. She's like the little sister that I never had, and I can't let anything happen to her. It's not fair. The capitol can just play with us like toys, use us, make us kill each other, but I'm not going to do it. I won't kill anybody unless I need too. The capitol can choke on that.

Athena Kai-District 4F
Things are getting stale. We need some action. A kill. And to save me and Trenton's sorry asses, we'll have to find somebody to kill. Or...the answer could be right here. I look over to where Markus is staring out at the lake, taking small sips from a water bottle. And before I know it, I pick up my spear. My hand is pale, like all the blood in my body is draining away. Markus sits up, and turns around, his eyes shining coldly. As if by silent cue, he draws his sword. The clang echoes all around. Trenton rushes forward, stabbing his sickle forwards. It goes into the very side of Markus's chest, and he chokes, falling to his knees. I see the grin on Trenton's lips fall away as he notices that something is wrong. There is no blood on the curved weapon. Markus jumps to his feet, sending his fist flying into Trenton's face. I hear a crack, but I just stand there. Like ice is forming around my feet and keeping me in my place. I shut my eyes tight, wishing I was anywhere but here. Then I open them. Markus's hands are covered in blood, and Trenton is pinned beneath him. The District 2 boy's hands tighten around Trenton's neck. He chokes, then gasps, "Run." As a cannon sounds. And I run like all the demons of hell are chasing me.

Markus Fierce-District 2M
I run, chasing the little four girl across the ground until I stumble, pain searing up my leg. "Damn it!" I mutter. Blood drips down my leg. The girl runs out of my sight, the fog hiding the little bitch from my view. Cursing, I turn back to camp. There isn't much food left, just enough left to last me until I win these games.

Hazel Lindenwood-District 9F
I blink open my eyes. A ding sounds again. The glare of the bright white sky is almost painful to look at. To be honest, I'm surprised to even wake up at all. The sponsor balloon is next to me. Every single bone in my body hurts as I unscrew the lid. Painkillers and a wound cure! My arm is covered in dried blood, and I smear the cream onto it. The painkillers I take next, until I go from feeling terrible to just feeling okay. I don't know how long it's been since I passed out. A day or two? I take a small sip from my water bottle, swishing it around in my mouth to rid it of the taste of blood. The feast has got to be soon. Then my heart skips a beat. What if I missed the feast? What if I was passed out for so long that it came and went?