In a universe where Katniss never existed. . . .
97th Hunger Games.
-INTRODUCTION-
Raan, District 3 Male,
A smell of rust enveloped the entire household. Raan was beginning to familiarise himself with the scent.
A line of twisted yellow lined the wall on the other side of his room - a paint drawn from the most vibrant hues of a decaying forest. It was a revolving line, no larger than a few inches in diameter, that had sketched images of birds and expanded wings. From the middle, a yellow tuft grew from the iron rivets underneath. A plant that lacked leaves, centered amongst a field of birds.
Above, there was a square crack in the ceiling. If he hadn't known better, Raan would have assumed it to be a loose tile, but instead it was a doorway to an unseen segment of the house. Here, the fifteen year old stored produce and precious items within tightly woven stick chests - objects he was sure that if a bird of prey were to latch eyes with, they would be promptly stolen and whisked away without a moment's glance.
Nothing seemed to entertain him. The same dull ceiling had grown a tiresome sight, and the sky outside had always looked the same - dull, gray and lonesome, like a recollection of human's emotions. Beyond that, the stars never seemed to shine with the same light they used to. Fragments, memories, strewn apart and left to scatter an ever-changing canvas that was the night's sky.
Raan sat up, slipped his feet from dyed green covers and decided that the world around him had turned to a boredom unmatched by no other. He fetched a bag from the crooked holder that his father had placed up when he was smaller in an attempt to organise, and left towards the sky on the other end of the hallway.
District three, producer of the Capitol's technology. A fairly poor district. Rebellious, supervised by peacekeepers as if they were untrustworthy with the instruments they wielded. Raan had decided since he was younger; he'd follow his father's path, become an engineer. Bust his butt off for the people who took everything for granted, never thanking. Raan hated it. And most of all, he hated his people.
What was the point of being rebellious if it never got you anywhere? Were you just going to forget everything you all worked hard to achieve, ignore what you accomplished and bend over in submission despite everything you have done? Not worth the risk, you say?
What greater risk was there than being forced to live life as a caged bird?
*shrugs* I'm completely and utterly blanking for a first chapter. But oh well, I guess it's just an introduction. After all, I'm not a writer who writes in small quantities. 400 words? That's pretty bad for me, considering I average 10k-14k words per chapter.
Argh. . . I have a headache and my father won't stop godamn singing so I can't concentrate. I just want to get submissions out of the way so I can start forming an actual plot. Mind this chapter length, I try.
Anyhow! Form's on my profile if you would like to enter. I'm semi-cowriting this story, so I can manage quite a few OCs.
-Slots-
District 1 Male - Gerwen-whatever-his-name-is (Taka)
Distract 1 Female - Jinx Scheibel (CelticGames4)
District 2 Male - N/A
Distract 2 Female - N/A
District 3 Male - Raan (C00XC01)
Distract 3 Female - N/A
District 4 Male - Isaac di Acroina (C00XC01)
Distract 4 Female - Varina Carlyle (Irew2376)
District 5 Male - N/A
Distract 5 Female - N/A
District 6 Male - Syd Dashium (PerfectBliss)
Distract 6 Female - N/A
District 7 Male - N/A
Distract 7 Female - Iris Wither (AngelOfDarkness21)
District 8 Male - N/A
Distract 8 Female - N/A
District 9 Male - N/A
Distract 9 Female - Dinah Wilterwall (erburnham02)
District 10 Male - Jedric 'Ricky' Bronco (MidnightRaven323)
Distract 10 Female - N/A
District 11 Male - N/A
Distract 11 Female - N/A
District 12 Male - N/A
Distract 12 Female - N/A