Ahhh! My first writing!!! I hope you guys enjoy this piece of trash as much as I do! It's my take on the Hunger Games, But Splatoon! Sorry if it's kinda short, I just recently came up with the idea and I need time to really analyze what I'm doing. So yeah. Enjoy!
Chapter 1- The Reaping.
Most of the time, I try to forget about what happened at the games. Clear it out of my mind. But those memories live on inside my head. The seventy fourth annual Calamari Games can never be forgotten. Not even by Akasu. Or me.
My name is Marina Octavia. I'm a seam girl in District 12, the coal district. Usually we're ignored by the capital. They won't bother us unless we don't fulfill our coal orders for the week. Our district is the laughing stock of the capital, I think. Oh well. Like we care. All we want to do is survive.
The day of the reaping, I was put doing my morning hunt. My eyes were on a sea badger not to far away. I hide beneath the cover of a bush and draw back my arrow. Aiming directly in the eyes of the animal.
"Need help?" A familiar voice calls behind me.
I groan. "Nathaniel, you made me miss the first sea beat I've seen in a year." I spit out at the perky octoling boy.
Nathaniel chuckled. "Well, what were you going to do with all that meat, Harbor?" He asked. Toying with My black octoling hair.
"Sell it. Eat it. Anything to keep my, and your, family alive." I say calmly. Checking one of our snares to see if any animals got trapped. Yes. Two searabbits. Later on, I shoot off a beaver that was enjoying the sun a bit to much.
Later on, I go to the Hob. A place of trade and sell in the district. Sure, it's illegal. But the peacekeepers seem not to care. I trade one of the rabbits for some strawberries and the second one for some of Crusty Sean's soup.
Lyle, the head peacekeeper, is a older Inkling boy who always is trying to get in my pants. Today, his technique is to play with my hair and try to give me a kiss.
"Come on, Marina, I'm the best kisser west of Calamari County." He brags. "Go and ask Stella, she knows."
Crusty Sean chuckles to himself. "Ignore him, Marina. Try and eat up the wild dog soup. Good for a growing octoling like ya." He said. Pointing to my broth.
After the soup, I go home to get ready for the reaping. The time when the draw two names for the Calamari Gamss. Apparently, 74 years ago there was a Great Turf war between the Capital and the districts. 12 of them joined the capital, but one of them rebelled. So now, as punishment, two kids are picked from every district and are put in the arena to fight to the death. Only one will survive. At least that's what they tell us.
My little sister, Paris was dressed in a pink shirt and blue skirt. "How do I look, Marina?" She asked. Twirling around girlishly.
"You look great. But we might want to tuck your shirt in, little duck." I tease. Tugging on the small piece of fabric sticking out of her skirt.
My mother smiled. "I left something for you, too." She says to me.
I gasp softly and dress in the outfit my mother gave me. A green dress with a black ribbon around the waist.
Paris gasped. "You look just like papa, Marina!" She yelled.
I swallow and nod. My father was in a mining accident and died. They gave my family some food for the mourning. I was only eleven. My family was so poor then, and my mother completely left me and Paris. I had to take care of the family myself. Hunting and gathering just as my father taught me.
Paris and I walk quietly to the Justice Building. The main hall where the mayor and his daughter, Marie live. Paris and I are separated by age. I'm with a clump of Sixteen year olds while Paris is with the other twelve year olds.
Callie, the district twelve escort for as long as I can remember, bounces onstage in her silly little pink costume. She's an inkling, and probably one of the more chirpier ones that I know. "Happy Calamari Games!" She chirps. "I'm so pleased to be drawing the names for this years games. But first, a word from President Octavio."
Our president begins to speak about the past and how the districts must pay for their behavior, the dawning Of the games, blah blah blah.
"Lovely!" Callie squealed. "Now, ladies first." She shuffles over to a large bowl with all the girls ages 12 to 18's name inside. In that bowl, Marina Octavia is put in 47 times.
Callie swirls her delicate hand around in the bowl. Pulling out a slip of paper. She opens it and reads the name: "Paris Octavia."
Everything goes blank, but I can see Paris making her way up to the stage. "Wait!" I yell out. Rushing to her side. "I Volunteer! I volenteer as tribute!"
The crowd murmured in surprise. "Alrighty then! I guess we have a volenteer! What's your name, lovey?" Callie said to me.
"Marina Octavia." I say. Looking out to Nathaniel and Paris. Both staring at me with worried eyes.
Callie giggled. "I bet your buttons that that was your sister! What a brave thing to do, lovey." She said. Smiling and wiping a fake tear away. "Now, the boys turn." She walks over to the other bowl. She does the same thing as the girls. But instead of saying Paris' name, she says this: "Akasu Monemie?"
The odds are definitely not in my favor. I watch as the strong anemonie boy walk up the stairs. He looks at me with his blue eyes and we make eye contact. But I quickly look down at my feet. Akasu was the one who saved my life. But I never thanked him or talked to him ever again.
Suddenly, a man waddles out to us, wraps his arm around me, and starts to talk in a slurred voice. "I like this one! She has a lotta...spunk!" Oh god. It's Spike. The only victor, and our mentor, for the Calamari Games. He laughs obnoxiously and falls off the stage.
Callie laughs nevously. Obviously because this is being shown all across the country of Cephlatopia. She clears her throat and calls out her silly catch phrase. "And May the odds be ever in your favor!"
Then some peacekeepers whisk us offstage as the anthem plays. I'm sent into a plush room with a velvet couch. I sit down on the couch and run my hand down the soft fabric. This is the time where my friends and family wish me good luck.
The first to come in is my mother and sister. Paris crawls on me and sits on my lap. Her arms around my neck. Just like the way I held her when she was little. "Promise me you'll win, ok?" Paris asked. Looking up at me.
"I promise." I say to her. "I swear on my lucky stars." We embrace and I look at my mother. "If I go, stay with Paris. You can't leave her again! Not like you did with papa!" I yell tears running down my cheeks. My mother nods as a peace keeper drags them out. I cry even more, but wipe my tears away as soon as Nathaniel walks in.
We share a long hug. He whispers in my ear, "Stay strong, Marina." I want to stay in his warm arms. I want to be protected by him. But sadly, rules are rules. He leaves me with a kiss on the cheek.
Finally, Marie comes in. The mayor's daughter and one of my only friends. "Here, take this." She says. Slipping a pin in my hands. "They let you bring one thing from your district. So I brought you this." I look at the Golden pin. A bird in flight holding an arrow in its beak. A circle of gold holds it together.
"Thank you, Marie." I say to her. We hug and I am escorted to a car. It drives away from the Justice building. Soon, I'm on a train. I go into my large quarters and change into a green shirt and black pants with brown boots. I pin the gift on my shirt. It almost looks the the bird is flying through th forest. Free, unlike me.
That's it for Chapter one! I hope you stay tuned for the other chapters. I'm so ready to write more and more of this amazing parody. I'm guessing I can write a chapter in about two days, so this will be moving quickly.
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