The OC Hunger Games

by fangirlofall7

This story is the 152nd Hunger Games, in which YOUR OCs are chosen to compete in the infamous Hunger Games. First chapter is short, but they will lengthen when I receive OCs. I may or may not accept. The Hunger Games Trilogy belongs to Susan Collins, and I am not she. Please Read! :)

1. Form and Prolouge

A/N: Hello everybody! Welcome to My O/C Story, where y'all choose the characters and I choose the plot. I hope that you enjoy this! I need as many characters as you can give me, just fill out this character form:

Name-

Age (12-18)-

Personality-

Looks-

District (Leave blank if character is from the Capitol)-

Strengths-

Weaknesses-

Other-

Note: I MIGHT change your characters slightly, in some aspects that I believe will benefit the story. Now, here's the Prolouge!

Katniss Mellark watched out her window in Victor's Village, as the children went out for the Reaping. She frowned, still remembering the date that it was announced that The Hunger Games would happen again. There were no Peace Keepers, and the Capitol wasn't as strict as before, but they still had to go and compete. She glanced back at Peeta, and nodded.

"Are you sure you want to take them to the Reaping, Katniss?" Peeta asked. Katniss chewed her pale lip, watching her two children run around the house.

"I'm sure," she responded quietly. "They have to learn at some point, right?" Katniss then scooped up the two children in her arms and took them to one of the many rooms in the cottage like house, where she dressed them in the simply nice Reaping clothes. She tucked a strand of graying black hair behind her ear, and she already knew that was in for a rough day.

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Madge looked out the window of her dad's old mansion. He had died when District Twelve was bombed so many years ago. There was no mayor now, but she was still aloud to reside in the old rebuilt house.

The people were gathering, ushered into groups by men in white uniforms. She bit her lip, remembering the fateful day that Katniss had been chosen to be in the Hunger Games—and later, the day that she won it.

Finally, the woman appeared in the distance, trailed by a blond man who was carrying their two children. She looked agitated, even from afar. Madge saw the woman tug at her blue dress, wipe a mud splotch off a white polka dot, and reach back to grab the hand of her husband a few times right before pulling away again. Madge turned from the window to consider, her eyebrows knitting together.

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The woman stepped on to the rickety wooden stage, smiling stiffly and falsely through pounds of heavy make-up to mask her true appearance. She walked over to where she was to give a speech, quietly rehearsing the words in her mind. She spoke. She gestured towards two clear fish bowl type shapes, each with several scraps of paper in them. She eyed the children in the crowd with half pity, half hunger and excitement to see two of them compete in the Hunger Games like everyone had to. She smiled once more and finished speaking. She walked over to the bowls and drew names out of each. One boy and one girl. The tributes for the 152nd Hunger Games.