Official Tributes:
Magnaria Parsae, 22;
Gamemaker
Trespassing into places you shouldn't be is pretty much forbidden everywhere, nowadays. Everyone thinks it's so taboo that no one even dares try it; but that also meant no one would care if anyone did.
Well, almost everyone. When I say that, it means everyone except me.
It's kind of weird, actually. Fitting in was never my main concern in life, but rather sticking out like a sore thumb. I guess diversity's just my thing. Both that and breaking rules; after all, they were made to be crushed and disobeyed, anyway.
One of the Capitol's most important rules was to respect another's privacy, yet unlike most orders, people actually followed that rule and never rebelled against it. In my opinion, no one's curious enough to risk the consequences like I am. Then again, I guess everyone just can't be clones of each other. That'd defeat the purpose of being your own person, am I right?
Currently, I was standing outside of Head Gamemaker Briari's quarters with my heart hammering in my chest. In my hand was a sleek, silver key that was the perfect shape and size for the room's lock. There was some information I needed - no, wanted - to have. And nothing as idiotic as a locked door would stop me from getting what I wanted.
Rumor had been going around the Capitol that the each year, the annual Head Gamemaker rigged the Reapings for all the non-Career Districts. It was said that he or she had a specific purpose for each tribute, and automatically knew who the Victor was going to be from the very beginning. At first, I doubted it, but when more key elements came into play I started to believe the so-called 'lies'.
It's very peculiar, really. But not very hard to explain. The evidence was brought up so broadly, so accurately that one couldn't help but have faith in the theory whether it was true or not. All the aspects of the story were just so strategically placed that it forced me to either break into the Head Gamemaker's Quarters and find out for myself, or die from burning curiosity. The choice was easy; who would pass up the chance to break into a prohibited room, especially when they had the exact key at the tip of their fingers? Only a fool would reject the opportunity.
Concluding the story, I decided to not be a fool and find out if the rumors were lies or truth. It was the reason why I had chosen to break into a room at midnight.
It'll be fast, I told myself. Just a minute. Either way, it's for the whole world. They deserve to know this.
I also told myself that 'the people' were the reason why I had so eagerly took up the challenge, but I knew I was lying to myself. It was only because of my damn selfishness and curiosity, but the others sure did promote to the cause.
I jammed the shining key into the lock, twisting it forcefully sideways and relishing the soft click as the door opens. A slow, eerie sound was heard as the shabby white door creaked open, revealing piles of paper in every direction and each surface covered with an item, whether that item be two day-old coffee, folders, or bottles of alcohol.
There was no organization, no coordination in the dark room. The walls were splashed with a pungent black color, and the glossed wood floor was littered with pens and scraps of… something.
If I wasn't so dead-set on my goal, I would've bolted at the sight of the imbalance and chaos in the room. It lacked everything quiet and tidy, and instead of giving a professional aura, it had an uneasy one instead. Something just felt… off. There was something dark in this room; something ominous, satanic, hellish, corrupt.
Perhaps his daughter had been here recently.
I gulped, my heart's pace quickening as I strolled through the tight room. For an official office, it was quite small - or maybe I just thought that because of the organization and homeliness that this place lacked. My boot had fell into a puddle of liquid (of which I do not want to know the origin) a minute earlier, which only proved how chaotic the room had really been.
The search felt fruitless. Piles and piles of folders and loose papers were everywhere, none with a label and each one falling apart like an ancient text. It seemed hopeless, finding anything in the sea of blank sheets.
Upon cabinet and cabinet, there was nothing. I took a quick glimpse at the destroyed desk, catching my eye on a folder with Tributes scrawled on it with urgent. messy handwriting.
That was going to change the Capitol forever; the original theory had been correct. It was finally solved after solid years.
I wrestled out a micro-chronosensor from my back pocket, and saved several images on the database. Within seconds, it was on the Internet. It was bound to only be mere seconds before someone found that document.
And when the satisfying ching of publicity is heard, I nod and smile to myself. It's official. The Head Gamemaker had rigged the Reaping from the very beginning, and now I finally had the definite proof.
But as I turn my back, shielding my eyes from the resting Tribute folder, I had an anxious, nervous feeling. My mind was telling me to go back. Telling me to go back… to do what?
Look. At the tributes.
Of course. Little Magnaria can't cope with fighting against her nerve-racking curiosity.
A nagging sensation tugged at the back of my brain, leaving me with a minuscule discomfort that I felt was about to blow me up into tiny, little bits any second. My arms started to shake, and my fingers fidgeted.
Just a peek. One. Look.
And being the weak-willed shit I am, I whip around, opening to folder and scrolling through the precious names and information.
Tributes
District One Male & Female: Kent Castell & Grace Orita
District Two Male & Female: Remus Carnale & Delphine Damaris
District Three Male & Female: Antonio "Ant" Blythe & Pixie Red
District Four Male & Female: Kollan Teratai & Davina Covett
District Five Male & Female: Caydon Valdina & Milena "Mila" Starkov
District Six Male & Female: Pavel Elsbeth & Delta Reenes
District Seven Male & Female: Jago Sewart & Rosita "Rose" Prime
District Eight Male & Female: Jute Wivel & Mauve Schmidt
District Nine Male & Female: Alvino Thornton & Wendla Corinth
District Ten Male & Female: Kael Ellis & Juniper Grimizan
District Eleven Male & Female: Fertil "Til" Enset & Kaziah Gremor
District Twelve Male & Female: Calvin Doobs & Vivian Ash
Upon seeing the last of the names, I let go of the folder tab, a breath escaping my lips as I realize how much I've seen and how much I've done. They could kill me for this, I whisper mentally, eyes wide as I graze the falling manilla folder. This is it.
Out of context, the tribute list was nothing but names and numbers. There was absolutely nothing special about names or numbers, I'd think. But I was wrong; so wrong.
People argue over this. People debate over this. People kill for this.
At least, they used to. Everything's just gone downhill since the 423th Games, when Halaro was nominated as Head Gamemaker. Because of him, the whole system's gone awry. Panem was not its same, powerful, harmonizing nation from before. It's changed. Immensely.
Out of the depths of hell, a crimson dot of blinding light erupts from the ceiling. It screams, keeps screaming, and doesn't stop screaming. Ever. My already-jumbled nerves jump up higher, and the rate my heart is beating becomes faster and faster. No. This isn't supposed to happen.
A searing light is pierced through the back of my cornea, and the red light is all I can see. The blaring is all I can hear. No no no no no no no -
An unearthly sound is heard, sounding alien and animal and human all at the same time. The voice keeps torturing me again and again and again until it becomes more ominous than the beeping ever was. I became dimly aware that the voice might've been from me, but it was ghastly. I didn't care. I didn't want to care. At one point, my lungs were horribly raw from screaming.
But there is a boundary that you cross when you start to lose yourself; sometimes you can't stop. If you want to or not.
The door of the office slams open, making a crackling sound as the wood breaks and falls apart, splinter by splinter. Pounds of footsteps burst inside, as their jet-black coats surround and create the world into an infinite mess of blobs and swirls. Blobs and swirls I couldn't even begin to tell apart.
Gruff hands start to pull me forwards, yanking at my hands until they feel sore and broken apart. All the joints were raw and bloody; well, at least they felt that way in the inside. It might've been broken for real. Might've. But I was too unfocused to mind it; I couldn't do anything about it. My head was swirling like I just took a swig of alcohol, but the only alcohol I took was probably a dose of insanity.
Liquid insanity…
And then, for some reason, I felt an impulse to say a loose string of words I had just made up in my warped brain. I garbled something along the lines of "pretentious glass mole brother duck erm" and immediately afterwards felt an explosive pain bubble up in the back of my skull. It felt like molten lead was coursing through my body, setting my blood on fire and my vision black.
By now, one is supposed to be passing out, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I absolutely, downright refused. How fucking stupid would that be?! Risking my life for a picture, then going through both mental and physical pain over and over again and ultimately dying in the end? I wasn't gonna take any of this shit. Magnaria is a fucking survivor.
My vision was dark. My mind was faded. My body was limp and paralyzed. But I knew it was only temporary. Pain was only temporary. Life is too short to focus on all the pain you've dealt through, because literally no one has the goddamned time for that. I would regain my strength eventually. I'd get my short-lived revenge. Under whatever circumstances, I told myself that I'd fulfill my promises. I couldn't think anything except the word, "go".
That word symbolized many things, but only I knew what it genuinely meant.
A/N: You know what? Let's go eat Poptarts or something.
XD OMFG YES! I'm gonna drink my coke with it, omfggggg imagine! Lmao! XD Is it bad that I literally just ate a poptart in 50 seconds..? I don't even know, eating poptarts usually take me about 9 minutes each. I DID, OMG! I'VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE OMFG LOL LIKE, I HAVE CRUMBS ALL OVER MY FACE AND SHIT XD AND I'M DRINKING COKE WITH IT, SO IT'S ALREADY RUSHED TO MY HEAD, I AM LIGHTWEIGHT, AREN'T I? WTF?!
._. We already started the A/N.
NO WAY DUDDDEEE, YOU SERIOUS? I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST SOME PRACTICE SHIT, OMG XD
ANSLEY WE DON'T PRACTICE A/NS. HAHA *laughs nervously*
LOL DUDE OMG, YOU SHOULD'VE OMG, I HAVE SO MANY STORIES TODAY! GUESS WHAT!
...what?
LOL, OKAY, SO I GOT SENT TO THE OFFICE TWICE YESTERDAY, TWO PERIODS AFTER EACH OTHER FOR SOME STUPID SHIT. SO I WAS IN FRENCH CLASS, AND WE HAD TO PRESENT AND SHIT, AND WE HAD A SUBSTITUTE SO EVERYONE WAS HOPING WE DIDN'T HAVE TO, BUT SHE CALLED MY PARTNER AND I UP FIRST. SO SHE STOPPED US AT A PART WHERE WE HAD TO TALK ABOUT OUR SISTERS, AND I WAS LIKE, ''MS. I DON'T HAVE A SISTER.'' AND THEN SHE WAS LIKE, ''IMPROVISE.'' AND I WAS LIKE, ''HOW AM I GONNA IMPROVISE HAVING A SISTER WHEN I DON'T HAVE ONE?'' THEN SHE STARTED GROWING IMPATIENT, HER EGOTISTICAL ASS, AND THEN WE KEPT GOING BACK AND FORTH. SHE WAS GIVING ME ATTITUDE, I GAVE HER MY POKER FACE. THEN SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH AND TOLD ME TO GO AGAIN. I SAID I DON'T HAVE A SISTER AND SHE YELLED AT ME, ''I SEE POTENTIAL IN YOU!'' I WAS LIKE WTF, BACK TF UP, AND THEN SHE WAS LIKE, ''THIS IS WHY YOU'RE NOT MAKING IT TO BROADWAY!'' THEN I GOT SCARED BECAUSE THE TOPIC OF BROADWAY NEVER CAME UP, AND THEN SHE TOLD ME TO START AGAIN. MY PARTNER WAS JUST CHUCKLING AS WE KEPT TALKING AND SO WAS THE ENTIRE CLASS, AND THEN I STARTED AGAIN, BUT BEFORE I EVEN SAID A WORD, I TURNED TO HER AND SAID, ''BUT I DON'T HAVE A SISTER…'' AND THEN SHE GOT MAD AND TOLD ME TO GO TO THE OFFICE. I WALKED OUT WITHOUT MY STUFF AND THEN JUST SAT AT MY COUNSELOR'S OFFICE AND SHE STARED AT ME, CHUCKLING AS I TOLD HER THE STORY. SO THEN THE BELL RANG AND I HAD TO GO TO BULLSHIT GEOMETRY, FUCK MATH, BUT I STILL HAD TO GET ALL MY STUFF. THE SUB STARED AT ME AND WE EYED EACH OTHER FOR A WHILE, INSIDE THIS EMPTY ASS CLASSROOM AND SHE STARTED APPROACHING ME AND I TOOK OFF OUT OF THE DOOR!
AND THEN, GEOMETRY HIT AND MY TEACHER WAS ALL SALTY AND UPSET AND SHIT, AND SHE TOOK IT OUT ON OUR CLASS. SHE TOLD US ABOUT HER FUTURE BABY NAMES, AND THEN I ASKED HER, 'CAN I BE THE GODFATHER?' SHE WAS LIKE, ''NO!'' BUT SHE SAID IT IN A MEAN ASS WAY, AND SHE'S USUALLY NICE SO I WAS THROWN OFF. SO THEN I WHISPERED UNDER MY BREATH, 'SO YOU WANT A WHITE GODFATHER, HUH? I SEE HOW IT IS.' AND THEN THE KID SITTING NEXT TO ME STARTED LAUGHING AND TALKING TO ME, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHO THE KID WAS, DESPITE SITTING WITH HIM FOR HALF A YEAR, AND THEN HE TRIED TO GET A CONVERSATION GOING AND I WAS LIKE, 'WTF, THIS IS WEIRD, D-DON'T TOUCH ME.' AND THEN HE STARTED LAUGHING AGAIN AND THEN IT GOT EVEN MORE WEIRD, SO I DID FUCKING COSINE, SIN, TANS, WHATEVER TF YOU DO WITH SHAPES AND SHIT. AFTER THAT, SHE STARTED GETTING EVEN MORE MAD, AND THEN SHE STARTED YELLING AT THE CLASS. SHE THEN BROUGHT UP A STORY THAT HAPPENED TO HER IN 2ND PERIOD ABOUT THIS KID WHO SAID SOMETHING SEXUALLY ABOUT HER, AND SHE WAS 24, SO I MEAN, HIGHSCHOOL BOYS, WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT? THEN I STARTED CHUCKLING BECAUSE OF A VIDEO I SAW ON INSTA ON MY PHONE, AND THEN SHE LOOKED AT ME AND GAVE ME A SMUG LOOK, SO I WAS LIKE ''TF?!'' AND THEN SHE TURNED AROUND AND SMILED. THEN I STARTED DOING MY WORK AGAIN AND PUT MY HEAD DOWN BECAUSE I WAS DONE, SO SHE SLAPPED MY DESK AND STARTED YELLING AT ME AND I WAS CONFUSED. LIKE BITCH, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED EVERY STUDENT IN YOUR CLASS AND I WAS BEING SINGLED OUT! SO THEN WE, UM, WELL, I WHISPERED SOMETHING I PROBABLY SHOULDN'T OF UNDER MY BREATH AND SHE GOT SO PISSED. SO I WAS LIKE, ''YOU'RE TAKING YOUR ANGER OUT ON ME BECAUSE SOME KID SAID SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR PUSSY?'' AND THEN IT WAS SO WEIRD, BECAUSE I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS LOUD BUT IT GOT HELLA QUIET SO SHE SENT ME TO THE OFFICE, BUT I WENT TO MY COUNSELOR AGAIN AND SHE MADE ME CLEAN HER ROOM ;((((((((
S-Stop. I swear… o_o Also, it's 'shouldn't HAVE', not 'shouldn't of'. 'Shouldn't of' has no grammatical sense. FUCK GHRAMMER
STOP. NO MORE. IT HAS EXCEDED 500 WORDS. ABORT. ABORT. xD NO WAIT, I'M NOT DONE YET!
WELL FUCKING HURRY UP
Oh, yeah! So Ansley called his profile pic sexy, right? And he looks exactly like an eight year-old.
I DO NOT!
Sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I AM A GROWN BOY!
I WILL FIND THE CONVERSATION WE HAD FROM BEFORE AND COPY AND PASTE IT INTO HERE IF I HAVE TO.
NO BALLS, NO BALLS, YOU WON'T!
Ha, shit! Wanna try me?!
TEMPTATION. TESTIMONIAL. TEMPTATION. SQUEAL!
I will fucking find it. It might take long bUT I WILL DO IT.
WAIT, WAIT..! My head hurts, calm tf down. SHIT, DID YOU REALLY GO LOOKING FOR THAT TOPIC? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS? ;u
Dude my head hurts. I just mixed tequila and champagne together ten times in a full glass bottle and drank it. I'm glad I turned my auto correct on.
LOL CHILL
Omfg. xD I tried looking for it but found all this shit xD
LOL WHY?!
I have no balls? Try me. FIGHT ME
I WILL! ANY DAY OF THE FUCKING WEEK! THAT INCLUDES MONDAY, TUESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY, AND SUNDAY!
Oh, yeah? Really? Fucking bitch won't fight on Saturdays. Weak.
LMAO, YOU'RE GONE FOR AT LEAST 10 HOURS ON SATURDAY, HOW TF AM I GONNA FIGHT YOU? YOU EXPECT ME TO WAKE UP AT 6 IN THE MORNING FOR THIS SHIT?!
Question One: Who is the better collab partner? And yes you have to answer this dammit- No, fuck this question, Brooke. I've come to the conclusion that you're the better collab partner, and idgaf xD
BRUH THAT QUESTION IS FOR COMEDY WHY ARE YOU GUILT-TRIPPING ME LIKE THIS?!
Guilt-tripping? Lmfao, nah, I could care less about that question, I don't even care anymore, ha ha. This is all just for some fun bullshit ;D
That's what I said. Comedy.
Question Two: Do you like Magnaria? If yes or no, why?
Question Three: Did you character get in? Are you still gonna read? *smiles hopefully*
Mmkay, is the chapter finished now? xD
Lol, yeah, post this bitch.
Your sugar high over or something?
WAIT! lol nah, i just don't have caps on! Wait, wait… Are we done with this chapter now? o_o I mean you can finish your story xD Lol, holy shit, boy, do I have a couple of things to tell you… Oh, oh, my God, life is hectic af ;U STOP SAVE THIS FOR NExt CHAPTER
Fine! I'm gonna go impliment, implemint, implement.
When you can't spell. It's implement. YAEH BITCH GOT IT FIRST TRY. I don't. I exceed at everything because I'm Asian.
Shut up XD You don't understand the struggles, fucking hoe :/