[[I didn't delete the lists forever-Look near the bottom of this chapter- I've got the essentials you know. If you've got any questions, PM me and I'll be happy to answer them.]]
[[Bit of an edit on this one- nothing major so you don't have to reread it again. Don't mind me]]
District 1:
Girl: Natara
My eyes shot open to the clock flashing to 7:59 AM. I quickly hit the off button before it started beeping. I had my body trained to wake up after every hour I was asleep.
Most tributes from our District, or careers and the other little districts call us, concentrate on training their bodies and being the strongest or fastest. I train my mind.
Of course I train my body, but I train my mind much harder. I can memorize any kind of information, I can tie any kind of knot, I can manipulate any kind of person and countless other things.
I jumped out of my bed with no real feelings of sleepiness and went over to my closet to get the dress I would wear for the big event today. The Reaping.
I quickly put it on and had mother do my raven black hair in small little ringlets. She tries not to show that she cares about me or worries, but I can tell. She clearly woke up much earlier to get dressed in a skinny black dress and to crimp her hair because she couldn't sleep. I can see it in the bags in her eyes that she hasn't been getting enough sleep. Waste of her time really.
I sit in the chair by my desk and fall asleep again. I trained my body to sleep rigorously still in an upright position. I know the career alliance doesn't last. I plan to make it not last, but I always keep ready.
My eyes shoot open again at about 9:30 since it took me about half an hour to dress. That's the thing about the games. The one thing every tribute has trouble with is time. When the first day ends or when the fourth day begins. The game makers never let it go past a week so they start interfering with mutts around the sixth or seventh day.
I've watched all of the games up to this one. The quarter quells are my personal favorites.
I walk downstairs and chug a liter or water and eat an apple and some eggs. With my rigorous training it's good to keep your body in top strength.
I leave after saying goodbye to mother and father. The ceremony is usually near the morning for us since our district is first. Yet I still like to be early to get a good seat. I walk over to the blood table while peace keepers are still setting it up. They look surprised as I come over and say, "Hello gentlemen. My name is Natara Williams and I am seventeen". I stick my finger out and wait with a smile.
They scramble a little, probably rookies, and prick my finger and smear under my name. "Thank you," I say coolly and walk away. That was completely unorganized. When I'm victor the town will listen more and I can whip this ceremony into better shape.
My parents aren't victors, neither are they extremely wealthy, like most victors from this district are. But we still have a lot of money to spare and I have been training harder than ever before. My quick reactions will earn me that volunteer place.
Soon everyone else starts filling in and my good friend Elesha takes the cold metal chair next to me. I nod and she smiles back. We read each other now. Small talk is useless and I don't really feel like having an in depth conversation with her at this second. Elesha is one of the few I don't feel like manipulating, which is good for friendship one might say.
The capitol escort Mitheilia comes out. She looks a bit like a piece of used gum with bright orange hair and a large pink dress. We watch the movie about the capitol and I take a look at the other tributes while they're watching.
Of course in the front rows in every age section there are those who are or will be volunteering and are the largest, size wise. However there are those shrimps who are toward the back. They are pretty fortunate that most of us who train will take their place in the game. But why would someone not want to be in the games?
But now tributes are being called up, the same old as it has been for all the years of my life. But then they call volunteers.
As soon as the words left the bubblegum pink lips I raise my hand and walked up shouting, "I volunteer!" Many are surprised, as they should be, when I walk up. I am more of a dark horse volunteer, not coming from many of the big name victors. However I'm not a shrimp and I walk smoothly over to the stage.
As soon as I'm up there, not to waste anyone's time Mitheilia calls for boy tributes. The boy is none other than Statuis Neared. A blockhead I used to date. We got pretty serious too, until I ended it for obvious reasons. But I kept my head as he came up on the stage.
I'm tall and lengthy for my age but he is huge. He towers over clearly over six feet with a large scar running menacingly through his lip.
"And those, ladies and gentlemen, are our new tributes for District one!"
Statuis finally looks over at me as Mitheilia raise our hands in hers. A small spark or recognition ignites in his tiny multi-colored eyes and his face tightens a bit, pulling the scar longer across his face.
Yes, this could work to my advantage.
Boy: Statuis
Today was the day. The Reaping. The day I've been training and preparing for all 17 years of my life like my parents did.
It was a tradition in my family to train your child and have them volunteer in the Games, probably like most other families in the district.
I had already woken up and gotten dressed in a tux and started a light workout, not enough to make me sweat. Probably like 100 pushups.
Maybe the tux was a bit too showy for now, but I wanted the other weaklings to know I am prepared for whatever the games have to throw at me.
I've been training every moment of my life for these Games. From when I wake, to school,- where we all are required train- and back home again, until I sleep and the cycle starts again.
My father always kept me on a strict schedule. He tried to train with me sometimes but I just ended up beating him. He's old, like 34. He's a victor too, but he almost became one of those losers who didn't make it since he joined his last year. That's what happened to my mother... Father tells me she killed herself from the shame.
Anyways after my light workout I go to leave the house to start on my way to the town center. But my father caught me before I can walk out.
"Statuis! Don't let anyone tell you that you can't enter these games!" He smacks me on the back and heads up stairs to find a suit or something. He's not mentoring this year... I made sure of that, I don't need anyone telling me what to do in those games. I can beat them myself without any stupid help.
I storm outside and slam the door, causing it to splinter a bit. Of course we would have to buy another again.
Victor Village is practically on the outskirts of the District and the furthest away from the town center. Personally, I'm glad to get in all the training I can before the games, no matter how light it may be. I start to sprint from Victor Village to the Town Center.
A couple of weaklings from school try to catch up with me and try to make some sort of conversation but I ignore them as usual.
Finally I slow down at the town center to get my finger pricked. We do this all the time at school, to get us used to pain.
I take my seat with other 17 year olds and am sure to sit in the front by the exit of the sector.
After a few minutes of everyone finally settling, the ceremony begins with the silly capitol lady with a voice so high I can't understand it.
I watch the little movie they have that they always play in school about the capitol and the other 13 something districts.
Then finally it's reaping time. I sit on the edge of my seat waiting for who would have been the tribute. It was some scrawny 16 year old and I darkly chuckle to myself getting a few scared glances in my direction.
I mean I guess I am a bit scary looking with my scar on my face I got when I was little and my two different colored eyes. But once I overheard some girls making fun of me about my appearance in school and I beat them bloody.
I got an A on my next test that I was sure I flunked. Our school generally promotes violence, they consider it extra training.
A small girl was called up for tribute also, probably 12 years old. I was starting to feel a little something seeing her standing there all nervous, but then a word caught my attention.
"-Volunteers-"
I started listening intently, trying with all my might to hear through that annoyingly high voice and thick capitol accent. I saw some girl go up- it was too far to make any real deductions about her yet but I knew it was my turn next
"Any now, any boy volunteers? First come, First serve!"
I leapt up flinging my chair into the weakling behind me and shouted, "I volunteer as tribute!" However some other 18 year old was shouting behind me, but he was a bit later than me, too bad for him...
The lady starts talking again and I think she's talking to me. I'm the one who gets to be tribute now. That weakling can go live in shame now.
I swagger up to the stage and I feel great that I was able to enter and even have an extra year to retire. I know my father is in the crowd smiling at me but I ignore him, I don't need approval.
I almost forgot about the girl next to me when we are forced to have our hands pulled up by the escort. I look over to see how easily I can kill her then I realize, I know her from somewhere...
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Sorry to tack this on at the end of this chapter but its against rules to only have list chapters. I won't be posting this behemoth on any of the other chapters. Sorry. If you want to make a mentor or stylist form- PM me and I'll tell you the available positions. Thanks so much
SPONSOR SYSTEM
Anyone who sends in a tribute, even if the tribute dies, has automatically 20 dollars, to spend on any tribute that they want.. At the bottom of each chapter I post (including this one), there are ways to earn money to spend on a tribute. Also on the bottom of each chapter I will have a record of how much money each sponsor has left, and what they bought. Here are some things you can get for a tribute
1 empty water bottle:: $1.00
1 package of food, small size:: $2.50
1 package of food, medium size:: $5.00
1 full bottle of water:: $5.00
1 package of food, large size:: $8.00
1 full gallon of water:: $10.00
1 pair of running/tennis shoes:: $10.00
1 sleeping mat:: $10.00
1 empty backpack:: $10.00
1 pot of treatment cream:: $15.00*
1 pair of hiking boots with toe spikes:: $18.00
1 first aid kit:: $18.00
1 half of an edible plants book:: $20.00**
1 full edible plants book:: $30.00
1 full backpack:: $40.00***
$$REQUEST ITEMS$$
If you would like to buy your tribute an item that isn't on this list PM me and I'll set a price for it.
* it can only heal minor injuries.
** buying two halves will not make a whole. And by half I mean that there is only half the info in it.
***this includes, 1 empty backpack, 3 full water bottles, one empty water bottle, 2 sleeping mats, 1 package of food, medium size, and one pot of treatment cream.
I won't be coping this when the story begins, so to buy a tribute something, some look at the lists in the beginning chapters
Hello there! You still cannot buy anything for a tribute yet, not until the Hunger Games begin aka: after the District 1 actual games chapter (sorry District 1 sponsors), and the tribute still might die from the bloodbath, so please list two tributes to give your gifts to, for that chapter. And if both of them die in the bloodbath, then whichever tribute is in that area will find the gift!
SPONSORS AND MONEY:
They-call-me-Monica: $25
QueenKazza: $75
Rebirth Of A Demented Kitten: $90
QuietConspiracy: $75
Emi the Dark Kitten Prince: $20
KM.6000: $45
leven1313: $50
petals20: $70
labyrinthine pathings: $40
mangesboy01: $20
peetalover240: $20
SyroTheWritten: $20
Don'thaveaname: $40
splendeur: $20
Asia Shea: $120
Peeta6in6real6life: $40
LaurenJr: $20
TheShippingMaster: $20
RainEpelt: $25
Guest with Aries: $30
Guest with Cole: $30
If I forgot anyone send me a PM, and Sorry!
I'm so sorry
