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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:19 pm
 The District 9 Justice Building & Town CenterThis is where any number of things happen. Where the town gossips meet to talk, where friends get together to hang out, and where people go if they just want friendly conversation. But, it is also the place where criminals are put on trial, men and woman are executed and where the District gathers to hear the names of the latest Tributes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 8:56 pm
 ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Blithe Ainsley Montague District 9 Escort ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ My heels clacked loudly against the wooden boards of the train station of district nine, the place that smelled so strongly of wheat and dirt. With a dramatic sigh, I made my way through the district and towards the town center, secretly hating that I had never had such good luck with getting any good tributes for the games. District nine was a place where many of my darling tributes perished on the first days of the games, and so, I never had too high of expectations for them. I'd rather be pleasantly surprised by their skills during training than be majorly disappointed when they all perished in the games.
I ran a hand over the top of my perfect violet hair, making sure that my headband was still in its proper place. I couldn't have myself looking so messy like most of the folks here that I pass. Although the tributes I would be soon escorting back to the Capitol were most likely to die, I still needed to make an impression, and hopefully be promoted to a much better district than that of nine.
With a wink towards a few potential tributes, I slowly made my way up onto the stage, ready to begin the days events. I stood with a hand placed delicately on my hip, and my legs pressed against one another as I gazed out towards the sea of quickly convening faces. The children were now being led into their specified places and as I watched, I saw a few boys and girls that looked as though they had what it took to give the Capitol a good show during the games. Hopefully one of them would be chosen this year. I'd die with happiness if that were the case, and couldn't keep the sly smirk from my face as the citizens gazed up at me expectantly.
"Welcome, my darlings...to the 124th Hunger Games." I said seductively into the microphone, it being completely bedazzled by the ruby red gems that I've used for the past few years. "As you all may be aware, one sweet boy and one lovely girl will be chosen as tribute and if you've forgotten, two victors will be declared. Our two precious tributes have a nice chance of returning home to spoil you all with the rewards of being victors. But...before we can announce our tributes, please all turn your lovely faces towards the screen here." I purred, turning towards the screen that would play the video that the Capitol made the districts watch each and every year. Once it had finished playing, I turned back to the crowd, and slowly sauntered across the stage, basking in the feeling of their anxiousness.
"Well now...I'm sure you all are just dying to know who your tributes are, hm?" I asked with a smirk, while slowly approaching the glass ball full of the lovely ladies that would have their chance to become tribute.
≎≎≎ Mood: Calm ≎≎≎ Location: District Nine ≎≎≎ Inventory: My Outfit ≎≎≎
Tell me that you know me
I feel like I love you
Like I love you
Come into my life
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:47 pm
Valentine slowly walked into the town square. Her hands shook violently as she was led to her spot. She began to nervously gnaw on her finger. Her stomach churned and her body shook with nervousness. She watched the large Panem screen. She hated that video but didn't dare say it aloud. She never knew the point of the games. Valentine turned back to the bright lady in red and watched her. The people from the capitol were so strange and she didn't understand them at all. She played with her dress straightening it a little and tucked a fly away blonde hair behind her ear. She got on her tip toes trying to spot her sister through the crowd but did not. They were about to pick children to fight to the death, the least they could do was let a person wait to be called with their family. Valentine felt a jolt in her stomach as she saw the woman walk over to the bowl. Valentine stood frozen in her place. She took in the scent of the wheat and dirt, the smell of the hard working women and men as she did every year during the reaping. If she was called, at least she would remember how everything was. She looked around taking in the familiar faces of the kids she went to school with, the people she saw in the market, the people her little sister played with and then she looked at the faces of the people that where there when her mother died for her, Oh her mother, she dare not think of her now or she would appear weak. She bit her lip hard holding back the tears that burned her eyes and threatened to break through and returned her attention to the stage. AttireTheme song
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:22 pm
Avril was pushed to the front of the group into the section with thirteen year olds. She looked around but could not find her older sister anywhere. She stood still and watched the lady walked on stage. This was only her second year in the reaping but it all felt to old to her. She knew the process and had it down to a T. You sign in, get finger printed, get id, and then get sent to your section. She silently watched the video. She had never really met any friends because she had always spent time with her sister. At this moment she was somewhat happy and sad she didn't have any. If she was chosen and had friends that would just be more people she would have to say bye to. But on the other hand, if she had bothered to make friends she would not be standing here alone. She would have someone to hold her hand. She looked behind her again in an attempt to find her sister but she was too small. she turned back to the stage focusing her gaze on the colorful woman. She wondered if that lady ever had to play in the games. Does she know the fear of risking your life, has she ever had to fight to the death. She stopped herself leading her brain away from the angry thoughts. The last thing she needed was to get called and have the peace keepers have to pull her out. She hoped she didn't get called. She adjusted the small comb that held her hair up in a tight small bun and put her hands in front of her holding her fingers. Attire
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:39 pm
 Shalem Laina Maye DISTRICT 9 Terror filled my body as I stood in the crowd of fourteen year old girls, my mind completely consumed by the horror of what happened two years ago. I had been called up as tribute, and being only twelve years old, my eldest sister had volunteered for me, and during the bloodbath at the cornucopia, she had died for me as well. I didn't want a repeat of that happening to me, for I couldn't bear it if Valentine took my place. I'd already vowed to myself that I'd volunteer for her if she was called up, just as I was supposed to when I was twelve. I knew that she'd be upset with me for doing so, but hopefully she'd understand my reasoning. I simply couldn't let another sister of mine die, nor my brother, but I couldn't volunteer for him and he'd be angry if I volunteered to be beside him during the games. I promised that I wouldn't, for it would be highly unlikely that both of us would make it out alive being from such a district that lacked in survival instincts. I was good at handling a sickle in the fields and finding food that would feed myself, but I was weak, and I wouldn't know the first thing about patching up a wound or anything of the like. I was proud of my strengths, but I wasn't sure they'd be enough to survive in the games.
Our district representative, Blithe, then called for everyone's attention in her slinky voice that often drew the male population in so easily. I didn't understand the appeal that she held towards them, for she was there to draw names in order to send two of us to our highly likely deaths. She teased the crowd with choosing names, but ultimately ended up showing us the same old boring video of why the Capitol is so great and such. It never lasted too long, but maybe that was because I didn't want it to end because I knew the names would soon be drawn. I would never be ready for this day ever, and it gave me nightmares to this very day. It was times such as these that I wished my parents were alive to comfort me while this horrible event took place. The sight of that woman standing in front of the bowls that contained my sister and mine's name inside brought my stomach to my feet, and I sucked in a sharp breath, hoping that she wouldn't pull out a name of someone I cared about...
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:42 pm
I'm just a robot, I have no fears,
I lack emotion and I shed no tears.
I'm just a coma, a deadly sleep
My heart is breakin' but I just can't weep.
ð Ҝӧḁṅẫ Ҟӓṧḫӓ Ϛắŀîŋő ð *************** When I arrived in the busy square I searched for Avril, I wanted to know she was okay, that was the one thing that I was worried about at the moment. It only took me a few minutes before I could locate Avril, but as quickly as I found her, she was lost again in the crowd. Once I was in my age group, I was able to find Avril standing with the other 13 year olds. I knew she wouldn't be able to see me, but the fact that I knew she was okay was good enough for me. After I calmed down after finding Avril, I wiped my sweaty hands on my dress, feeling angry that I had to wear something nice to reaping, it was almost like getting dressed up for a funeral. Once I heard Blight's voice, I couldn't help but scowl. I personally loathed the escort, the way she acted, messed around with picking tributes, the way I knew she never excpected anything out of District 9, and how she talked was enough to make my skin crawl. I clenched and unclenched my fists to quickly let out my anger. Once I had calmed myself down, I looked around. I could see the fear and worry on everyone's faces. I knew well enough that they were terrified of being picked. I made a promise to myself, if Avril's name was called I would volunteer for her. I didn't care about the fact that I would more than likely die, I just wanted Avril to be safe. I glance over my shoulder and I instantly see Valentine, I carefully pick my way over towards her and smile, trying desperately to calm my friend down, even though I know it's pretty much hopeless. *************** S o dear I want you to cry,
And I want you to cry for me.
I don't want you to lie to me,
And say that it will be alright.
And I want you to say goodbye,
But I want you to mean it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:54 pm
I looked over seeing my friend Koana I practically pushed through the crowds to get to her. I hugged her tightly. "Are you alright?" I said, my voice cracking in a failed attempt at keeping it steady. My entire body shook with fear. My younger sister, my best friends, they were all in the reaping and I could do nothing about it. The only thing I could do was volunteer and I made up my mind that if anyone of them were to be chosen I would volunteer. I hugged Koana tighter, her bleached blonde hair mixed with my golden blonde. I finally let her go and held her hand tight. I had gotten a glimpse of my little sister Shalem and smiled. At least for now I new she was alright. I hated the games I hated the concept, have they ever thought that maybe if they didn't kill off people's children, they would have no need for the hunger games because they would have no need to rebel. My hands began to sweat nervously as I held on to Koana. She was there for me a mere two years ago when my youngest sister was called and my oldest sister volunteered. We had lost her that year and the capitol must be out of their mind if they thought they were going to take Shalem away from me.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:18 pm
I'm just a robot, I have no fears,
I lack emotion and I shed no tears.
I'm just a coma, a deadly sleep
My heart is breakin' but I just can't weep.
ð Ҝӧḁṅẫ Ҟӓṧḫӓ Ϛắŀîŋő ð *************** I was taken by complete suprise when Valentine crushed the life out of me. I smile as I think if she gets called into the Games, she just hug people to death. It's funny only for a second before I nod my head, letting her know I'm okay. I put my hand on her shoulder to try and calm her down. I can tell she's terrified that they'll call Shalem's name, just like they called her's two years ago, just like I'm scared that Avril will have to go through it. I sign that it'll be okay, I try to make it short, since i know Valentine isn't that good with sign language, but I'm pretty sure she got the point. I can tell that I didn't help her much at all. It was time's like these I wish I was brave enough to talk, so I could actually tell Valentine it would be alright. But I'm almost positive that after almost 5 or so years that my voice won't be strong, or even audible. I give Valentine a small hug to help keep her calm. I wasn't worried that my name would be called, I knew it was likely, but I would probably last a day or so, and if I died, I would try to die far away from a camera so neither Avril nor Valnetine would have to see me die. *************** S o dear I want you to cry,
And I want you to cry for me.
I don't want you to lie to me,
And say that it will be alright.
And I want you to say goodbye,
But I want you to mean it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:28 pm
Valentine hugged Koana back. She got the just of Koana's sign language. She placed a hand on her stomach. She was wearing one of her mother's dresses. She knew what Koana was thinking. She knew that if Koana was chosen, she wouldn't have a chance. Koana was a mere guppy in a see of sharks. She would be done for. Valentine bit her lip trying to push the thoughts away. Valentine's thoughts began to drift to her sister again. Just like Koana Shalem was a dove. She was pure, small, fragile. Valentine's heart felt as if it would beat out of her rib cage. She looked down at the pricked finger surprised it hadn't began bleeding again. She could feel the blood pulsing through her veins.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:15 pm
124th Hunger Games
District 9 Reaping Ball Numbers Female ::
Avril Jade Calino - 13 (124th)
Avril (124th)
Avril (124th)
Avril (124th)
Avril (124th)
Avril (124th)
Abby Eliza Penn - 13 (124th)
Shalem Laina Maye - 14 (124th)
Shalem (124th)
Shalem (124th)
Shalem (124th)
Shalem (124th)
Quinn Lillian Penn - 15 (124th)
Quinn (124th)
Quinn (124th)
Quinn (124th)
Quinn (124th)
Quinn (124th)
Quinn (124th)
Koana Kasha Calino - 16 (124th)
Koana (124th)
Koana (124th)
Koana (124th)
Koana (124th)
Koana (124th)
Valentine Renee Maye - 16 (124th)
Valentine (124th)
Valentine (124th)
Valentine (124th)
Havoc Mulberry Sondheim - 17 (124th)
Havoc (124th)
Havoc (124th)
Havoc (124th)
Havoc (124th)
Melody Kay Peters - 18 (124th)
Male ::
Damon Oliver Cornell - 15 (124th)
Damon (124th)
Damon (124th)
Damon (124th)
Damon (124th)
Hane Eris Penn - 17 (124th)
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xTheEndx generated a random number between
1 and 35 ...
23!
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:20 pm
The Female Tribute for District 9 is...
Koana Calino
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xTheEndx generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:21 pm
The Male Tribute for District 9 is...
Damon Cornell
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:50 pm
Avril paused. Her heart felt like it would leap out of her rib cage. Her stomach felt like it would come out of her mouth. Her sister had been called. Her sister wouldn't be able to withhold herself. She couldn't believe. She pushed her way through the crowd until she got to the edge. She walked up the side of the barrier until she reached the end of her age group. Her eyes burned with tears that threatened to stream down her face. "Ko-" She attempted to say. Her voice broke. "Koana......" what would she say? What could she say? Her sister wouldn't be able to hear her and she would be hurt if she said it any louder. She knew what she was to do now. She knew that she had to volunteer. Her weak, innocent older sister, so vulnerable, so nice, so loving, was going to die in the hunger games. She knew what she wanted to do now..........she knew what she HAD to do......
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:22 pm
Damon Oliver Cornell
Nickname: DOC Outfit: The Reaping District: 9Damon swallowed hard as he stepped into the town square. Looking around he saw that most other kids had gathered. Taking a slow breath he stared straight ahead as he filed in line to identify himself. After what seemed like and eternity he was in the front of the line. I need to see your finger. came the cruel voice of one of the peacekeeper. DOC swallowed hard again and shoved his hand forward looking away. As he did so he caught the eyes of the girl who helped him a couple days ago. Valentine. He gasped as the needle struck his skin and pulled away as soon as he could. He was then ushered into the the roped off area surrounded by other fifteen year old males. He stood straight and kept his eyes low making sure to avoid the glares of the group of bullies. He always felt like crying on reaping day but he had to be strong for his siblings. His gaze shot up as the girl tribute's name was called. Koana Calino. He knew of her. She was pretty famous around the district for being deaf. He heard what people said about her and his heart always fell when it was nasty. He knew some sign language after reading about it in some books. He watched as her sister called out to her. Avril. he whispered as the sight of the young blonde girl came into view. He knew that the young sibling was going to volunteer. The sound of her voice and the desperation and love in her face made him certain of that. Before he could think anymore the announcer called the male tributes name... Damon Cornell! it rang but he didn't move. Me? How can it be me? he wondered as his eyes searched the crowd. He gasped as hands shoved him forward and he could hear laughing behind him. He took in a soothing breath and balled his fists, stepping forward into the aisle between everyone. As he walked onto the stage he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He looked around and saw his father, eyes filled with tears his siblings clutching at him crying their eyes out. He looked away as his eyes started to blur. Digging his nails into his palms he shook away the tears putting on a, hopefully, menacing glare. He knew it would unsuccessful but it made him feel better. He thought about what he could do and nothing came to mind... except his knowledge of herbs and medicines... he isn't bad with a slingshot either.
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