Welcome to the Hunger Games. You may have read the book, and reserved your tickets. But you don't know this story. Enjoy the games.

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Lets all start on the train ride to the Capitol.

Keithia rubbed her arms up and down her shoulders to control the freezing panic rising up inside her. This was not happening. She'd wake up in a few hours, with her best friend, Fern, standing over her. They'd go to the forest to work, and stash some of the rarely found fruit because the lazy watcher would be working that day. But no. Instead, Fern had been reaped, and Keithia had made a silent oath that she would never let anything bad happen to her. She looked at the tiny carving of the wooden heart that Fern had given her. Keithia remembered that day, she had been playing in one of the trees, when she ran into Fern. They'd both been very little, but they kept coming back everyday to meet up. One day she gave her the heart. Fern had looked up at her and smiled. "Cause we're best friends." Keithia turned her head to the window, letting the tears make a steady path down her face.

http://fc04.devianta...mmz-d4clrzx.jpg in case anyone forgets

Ebony looked up from her soup and pointed at the window showing two adults arguing in the other car. One was a short rather plump women the other a muscular deep voiced man.

" I can't believe you didn't hear them they have been going at it since we got on the train." She said holding back a laugh after remembering thier rediculous arguement over the tributes.

" Its sad really, we may not get any help if they keep arguing like this." Ebony sighed and stood up.

" I might need some help breaking it up, you coming?" She asked already walking toward the car door.

Keithia laughed a little herself, and stood up and followed Ebony. She hadn't head them, to wrapped up in her thoughts. Keithia opened the door pausing a moment to listen before interferring with the conversation. Yes, they were arguing. The man gestured to us, indicating some point of whatever. She couldn't keep up with the arguement. She shook her head sadly at Ebony. "This could be difficult."

Ebony rolled her eyes.

" They are like 6 year olds!" She complained then stepped inbetween.

" Alright alright cut it out i don't plan on your arguemtn leading to my death so lets eat ok?" She said in a angered tone. She fat women stared at her blankly, nodded and walked into the dinning car.

" Well that was easier than i thought i had a whole speach ready...." She muttered then shrugged smiling a little at Keithia.

Keithia smothered a giggle, following her back to the dining car. If she hadn't been riding on the train to her immient death, the memory would've been, funny, sweet. I sat back down, raising my eyebrows at Ebony, in a way that said Are they serious? I waited patiently for the hateful glares to cease between them. I then slammed my fist on the table. "We're about to face our immient death. I suggest you stop your petty fight, and tell us how to get out alive." I spat, acid dripping from my voice.

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OOC: Just to let you know, your fellow Tribute (Achilles) is a guy. The rules are supposed to be a guy and a girl, but you added a guy after I added mine and still got accepted. Let's just assume it was a fluke.

 

Achilles looked forward in the hallway. He saw Soul.

I could make an alliance with him, only to find out his weaknesses, he thought. He looks like he could be crafty, so I'd better keep my guard up.

Achilles walked over to him.

"Hey, Soul, why don't we go grab a snack together?"

 

OOC: Just to let you know, your fellow Tribute (Achilles) is a guy. The rules are supposed to be a guy and a girl, but you added a guy after I added mine and still got accepted. Let's just assume it was a fluke.

 

 

In the rules for the rp it says that there doesnt have to be one girl and one boy for the tributes, because I figured that more than one boy/girl would want a district

Allen watched as she walked off and he saw her look at him. He gave an awkward smile then turned to the window and thought back to when he was called up. Allen was hopeful to get called because he wanted out so bad but he was also sad because he was scared for what could happen down here. Allen wasn't ready to kill anyone but he knew he would to stay alive. Allen let out a sigh and grabbed his notebook. He rubbed the four leaf clover and then wrote down about Katree and how she could be a possible Ali which would come in handy for him

In the rules for the rp it says that there doesnt have to be one girl and one boy for the tributes, because I figured that more than one boy/girl would want a district

 

OOC: I meant the Capitol fluked, not one of us! He's just been refering to poor Achilles as a "She" and Achilles is a very sensitive person! lol

Melody tried to sleep in her bed to past the time, but she couldn't. She kept thinking about the Hunger Games and the other tributes that might want to kill her. 'Maybe I can use the tributes to kill one another!' She shook her head 'No, I won't use people to do my dirty work, well IF they do my dirty work.I'll just make alliances with them until the very end, I won't use them, just for somebody to talk to, or support one another.' Her other part of her brain thought that idea would never happen but she should at least try.

 

((Are we at the Capitol yet? ))

Ebony looked from one mentor to another. They seemed almost shocked at the outburst. Ebony folded her hands in her lap and thought for a moment.

" You know, if you let us out there on our own, you will have no glory of training the next hunger games winner." She new she struck a chord there when the Mentors quickly glanced at eachother and slowly started to eat. Ebony smirked and nodded in Keithia's direction.

" We should start training right after we eat."

Golden barely looked up from her plate when the other tribute came in. What was the girl’s name again? Sara. Like she cared. Still, Golden knew that it would be a good idea to start thinking about alliances, even though the alliances would only last until she had no further use for them. It was all about the strategy. She decided to try and make conversation, and actually looked at Sara this time.

 

“So...it’s pretty interesting that you volunteered to take the place of your sister. You didn’t want her to take all the glory?”

Oops lol

Keithia returned it, and looked back at the mentors. "First things first, what is the first thing we should do when we get to the Capitol?" "You'll be shown to your prep team. Don't struggle against them. Listen to your stylist." The woman instructed. The man muttered something under his breath, and the woman shot a if-looks-could-kill glare. I sighed and thanked them.

After I finished eating my dinner (which was extraordinary) I walked over and chated with the district 11 mentors. The woman was tan and had short dark brown hair with orange all over her clothing and at the tips of her hair. The man still had tan skin, but his hair was a mixture of black and green and he was wearing a normal long sleeved shirt and "fancy" pants. They were both kinda nice, but the woman treated me like a pet caressing my hair and patting my knee. After I got tired of them I walked over to my cabin and slept while the train took its final speed to the capitol.

Ebony shook her head wondering if she would last 1 or 2 seconds.

" Stylists you say? You mean the obnoxious outfits the capital put the tributes in when they ride around in a circle?" She asked, even thought she and her brother were forced to watch the hunger games she never payed any attention. She was starting to wish she had. Ebony looked over Keithia and sighed.

" Want to train while they exchane glares of death?" She asked saying it plently loud enough for them to hear.

he nodded towards Achilles in agreement.this could benefit me soul thought.he sat at the nearest table."before we get started can i ask you question?" without an answer soul continued "how strong are you? you know what lets make a deal when we get off this train and into the training complex,lets have a straight up 1 on 1 fist fight.i have to make sure that by teaming up with you,assuming that's what you want to do by asking me to sit and eat with you,i want to learn if you'd be dead weight I'd be dragging around or can you fight and maybe,win the games.so how about a fight, Achilles?"soul asked with a wild grin on his face.

Sara looked towards Golden. "What glory would she have gotten if she got herself killed? She hadn't trained at all for the Games. I've at least done more training then she had...so I volunteered." She shrugged as she continued, "I rather save her from getting killed and have myself win this thing." Sara raised an eyebrow. "What about you? I didn't see anyone volunteer to be a tribute in your stead? Normally everyone's falling over their faces to get a chance to be in the games in our District." She knew Golden was only trying to make conversation so they could become allies. Yet Sara knew that once she was done with her..she wouldn't need her anymore. I guess I'll just have to do the same with her. She thought as she waited for Golden to respond.

Keithia nodded. "It looks like we're on our own. Maybe we'll survive better that way." She got up and left the table. Hey! Maybe one of their glares would kill the other, then they could start talking strategy! I sighed. Maybe Ebony would be a better trainer than the mentors.

Golden narrowed her eyes out of interest, and a little spite. Strange that Sara cared for her sister that much. Not that Golden would know what it was like—she was an only child. But she figured that even if she did have siblings, older or younger, she wouldn’t be risking her life for them. She certainly wouldn’t have risked her life for her parents. “I guess this year everyone was too wimpy to volunteer for the Games, for some reason or other. They didn’t have the guts.” She shrugged. “Fine with me. They can live with the shame of not taking the opportunity for the rest of their lives, let it eat them from the inside for all I care.”

She took a sip of milk. She could sense that the tension between them was mutual, so she decided to just say what was so far unspoken. She put her glass back down and said, “Alright, I guess we’re both thinking the same thing as far as an alliance is concerned. I’d like to team up with you—that is, if you’re good. I’m good with rods and spears. What can you do?” Golden knew there was no need for her to add the part about how they would later decide on who came out alive once they were the last two standing. They both knew that if that was the case, it would simply be a fight to the death.

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(we're on the train ride to the Capitol, discussing strategies with our mentors and fellow tributes)

After Michael worked off the fattening Capitol meal they prepared, he decided to meet the mentors of District 4. He had already knew who they were, and seeing them once again would be a good site. So he headed to their rooms and speak with them before they reach the Capitol. He entered the room of a man that looked like he was in his early twenties. The man was fast asleep, snoring quite loudly. "Hey, wake up Finnick!" Michael said as he kick the side of the bed. The man, Finnick, woke up and jumped back. The two sat down by the table across the bed and chatted for a while.

Ebony nodded and followed Keithia to the training area. She picked out a short sword that had been dulled for practice.

" Choose your weapon." She said then looked around the room astonished at the supply of weapons to train with. Might be handy to learn how to weild more than hatchets and swords while I'm here. She thought then looked down at her black dress. It wasn't the best thing to train in but what did it matter, its not like she wouldbe keeping the thing. Ebony twirled the sword in her hand then battled an imaginary enemy thrusting the sword into the air spinning and ducking against fake attacks.

Miki got up and left the table. I think Woof would be at the trainning room, she thought (woof is a hunger games winner and a mentor from district 8.) And headed there. She didnt know where the other tribute from her ditrict was but Miki thunks he'll show up soon. When she got there, other tributes were there but Woof was starint at some of the weapons. Miki walked over to him. "Um hi." She aid and he turned around. "Ah Miki hello." He said sounding excited. "Choose your weapons for the games." Miki looked over to the weapons. She pulled out a sword from the bunch. Oohh, shiny, she thought as she stared at it.

Suki was still lying in her bed when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"It's Zaden, your mentor!" The person behind the door answered.

She sat up before saying come in. Zaden looked like a guy in his 20's. His brown hair was shaggy covering some part of his eyes, and he was wearing some clothes a hobo would wear.

"Um...you're my mentor?" She said.

Zaden nodded.

'Oh boy.' She thought.