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hi! im maddy aka maddyodair or maybe some of you might know me as maddymellark idk I forgot the password to that aaaages ago.
anyway welcome to my SYOT! so this is the first chapter introducing past tribute and Victor of the 76th Hunger Games, Henley Auto from District 6. He's not exactly a key character I've just had the idea of his Games in my head for a while and decided why not? So this is just so you can kind of see my writing style I guess, so enjoy! More info on the actual SYOT afterwards:)
Lazy fingers trace the cracks in the bricks, a cold hand feling the rough surface underneath it's palm but not really feeling. Feet move in a direction the brain doesn't know,
(doesn't know? this is the seventh visit in three days; he knows the path well. he just doesn't realise. lost in his own thoughts.)
off of the hard pavement and onto the soft, cushioning grass. The first time here he thought about all the bodies and bones buried underneath and it sent a wave of shivers down his spine but now the thought is almost comforting,
(it means he is not alone. it means the grief and the anger and the feeling of hopelessness is being experienced by other people. It means his world is not ending)
much like the rest of the scenery around him is slowly becoming a second home. The sad, faded building once worshipped by people who followed a "religion" now stands crumbled and abandoned, a shell of its former and glorious self. What used to be windows made of all the colours imaginable are wooden panels over a hole. Inside vandalism has turned the place into a home for morphlings. But the graveyard surrounding the ancient building stands as secure and big
(it's so big. the ancient graves are joined by hundreds of fallen soldiers, the girl on fire was put out and so was her army. )
as ever, cracked stone and ineligible writing becoming less frequent the further from the building you go. Somebody along the line, after the attempted Uprising, decided to take care of the dead. A black gate sections off a small area of the land, and instinctively he finds himself drawn towards it, to a certain gravestone.
(and like every time, the first time he lays his eyes on the gravestone his herts lurches and a big, unforgiving wave of despair crashes onto him and fills up his lungs and he has to take a moment, to catch his breath and he wonders again why he's here, putting himself through this fucking torture again and again and-)
Inside this gate lay the fallen tributes of District Six, starting from the 76th Hunger Games. Since then 40 children have been sentenced to their premature deaths, and only two have beaten all odds and come home again.
(She was not one of them.)
He kneels by her gravestone, and with shaking hands places the yellow bouquet of flowers on the dirt. He wishes he knew what flowers they were, or that they were her favourite or something. But they were the prettiest on the market and he guessed that would have to do, the prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.
(He was supposed to protect her.)
(He made a promise, that day)
(The day they were both Reaped)
(She was supposed to win)
(He was not supposed to put an axe through her head)
(He was in love with her)
(But not enough and he was selfish and he wanted to bring himself home because who would miss her? Well he has found his answer and tomorrow will be the Reaping and it will mark 21 years since his name was drawn from that goddamn bowl but he has found his answer. She is nothing more than a fading, distant memory in most people's minds and some bones in the ground but she was powerful and beautiful and every day it gets harder and harder and this year he will have to watch as his tributes either kill or be killed and if he brings another one home they'll turn to alcohol or drugs and he cannot do that again and he has had enough and-)
His fingernails dig into the heel of his hand. He gets up and kisses his fingertips, before brushing them against the cold black marble of the gravestone. He turns around and leaves knowing fine well tomorrow morning he will buy the prettiest flowers at the market, walk to this very grave and cry.
an
the SYOT form will be on my profile, please do not submit via review! Pms only :) it will probably not be first come first serve so please please make your character as descriptive as possible! Few things to keep on mind:
-please, not every 12/13 year old is scared of the dark and still has to hold Mummy's hand and doesn't know why the people on TV are killing eahother ): sorry that was sarcastic oops, but in reality these children would know what's going on and would probably have to grow up quite quickly if they weren't from 1/2/4
-14 and 15 year olds exist
-I really love authentic and District related names !
-please be realistic in your character. Accept that they have flaws.
-have fun!
maddy:)x
