ALL RIGHT! READ BEFORE YOU FILL IN THE INFO!
So the tributes get to pair up with a district of their choice, so basically 6 teams, 24 tributes, 4 in team, 2 districts in each team.
DISTRICT 6 AND 12 TAKEN, THEY ARE FULL. DISTRICT 4 BOY IS FILLED. DISTRICT 1 GIRL IS FULL.
HERE'S THE PROLOGUE AND PART OF THE FIRST CHAPTER SO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!
PROLOGUE
"Maximum...Ride." Effie Trinket rolls out. Her plain, boring dress does not match her high-pitched voice. She smiles at the cameras stationed all over the square, perched on top of buildings, hiding to get the best shot like snipers.
She didn't need to pause at my last time because there are no Maximums other than me in the entire area of District 6.
I knew this was going to happen from the moment I set foot in the square. I am prepared to face imminent death.
I take a deep breath and steadily lurch myself forward towards the stage. I grit my teeth.
"Guess the tesserae really paid off." I mutter under my breath as I trudge along.
"Congratulations, Maximum Ride. You are now officially in the Hunger Games." Effie grins at me like the Cheshire cat from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
I stand in the center of the stage, for the whole world to see me. I want to hide in the shadows, cower, and cry for my mother, my sisters, my baby brother, and myself. Effie straightens her cake yellow wig and wiggles her fingers before reaching into the glass fishbowl-like container filled with slips of paper that have the names of the boys from District 6 written on them.
My hands fly to my side-braid draped simply over my shoulder, trailing gently past the top half of my torso. I clutch it in fear of the next name. What if it is my little brother, Gazzy? Oh, God, it's only his first year! He can't be picked already.
Effie swirls her fingers in the bowl. She looks at me, then looks at the cameras again.
She grabs the nearest slip of paper and pulls it out. She unfolds it slowly. She opens her mouth to speak.
"This year's male tribute is... Ignatius Griffiths."
CHAPTER ONE
Relief washes me over like a hot bath. I watch in shock as Ignatius stumbles through the crowd, half-drunk. The crowds, of course, give him wide berth.
He ascends onto the stage noisily, but gracefully. He snatches the scrap of paper from Effie's hand. She lets out a surprised sound. He mutters incoherent strings of obscenities while reading his name. After he rereads his name about thirty more times, he flings the tiny vellum at me and I scramble to catch it. He doesn't acknowledge me, but he stands beside me.
I take a look at him; his blond hair shaggy and unkempt, his cold soulless chocolate eyes. He catches me staring at him and glares at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed.
OK THE INFO!
Full Name:
Nickname(s):
Age:
Description (famous person who looks like them?):
Gender:
District:
District token:
Weapon(s) of choice:
Family:
Friends:
Which district to team up with:
Personality:
Angle for interview:
Skills/Strengths:
Weakness:
Romance(s):
