A/N: So I'm back here, because I am I guess. So I am getting bored of reapings but here is the last one, hooray! Okay, so I've been trying this writing style for introductions, so if you don't like the style I guess you can PM or review and I might change it, plus I might use poetry that I am starting to learn in hear too for boredom and other stuff.
Oh and new poll about what do you think the next sin is.
Vocab
Urkfii: Ur-kay-fee
Nike- Not Nike like the shoe, but one that rhymes with like.
Ryland Ocara (17) POV
Today is a day to relax. Today is a day where I finally don't work. Today is the day 3 people die. I really don't understand how or why I even have to sit down and watch these games; it makes no sense whatsoever. I mean almost everyone thinks this so it gets bland, but when you think about it I am one of those people who don't want to be one of the Capitol's puppets. Victors are for sure, but the other tributes; well, well they are too. They try to fight for survival, for getting the money and luxury, for their own greed. People feed off this. People don't know but the 7 pure evils still rule and will never die. But I, I still am one of those people who still know about the evil, I guess you can call me a radical, but my dad taught me this, and I would listen to him, I would do anything I guess to get his attention.
Once a powerful evil, once cast from the poor to rich, everyone is being possessed by the evil, for their own selfish needs, no one can see that we are taking the first step of being controlled; the one which will corrupt us, one that instead of giving is one of needing. We will never free ourselves from this curse until we can give and not take. ~Ryland Ocara. Poem: The first of the elite evil, Greed.
We really don't know why we're doing this but right now, now after the mayor is done we are going to head to our death and all because of the first evil and now our mayor hands it to our escort.
Now meet our escort, Urkfii Montolia. I guess now that she's been promoted from 7 to 4, she decided to celebrate by wearing a very, very, very, very, and dare I say very short dress, all I can describe it as is that it was 3 inches below her waist. And her dress had fishes on them and also sewn on it was the most dreadful victor Finnick Odair, holding his trident. It disgusts me how he is always famous and he gets the entire spotlight. But I don't really mind or else I'll be committing another evil.
Anyways, she painted her hair green like seaweed and separated it, probably by taking a bath and leaving it wet. And in the hair is a fish, one that is orange with mostly black and white stripes and her nails are painted a pale blue.
Then as she greeted herself and did all the stuff, she then drew my name out. I've pretty much been waiting for this moment, but not in a good way, I'm probably the only one who gets those packages of food things, but anyways I fix my tie and put my hands in my pockets and walk to the stage.
Serena Edge (14) POV
A gossamer aqua blue dress that matches my eyes hangs above my knees and is tightly belted across my waist. I really hate this dress; it reminds me of the Hunger Games. Long auburn corkscrew curls Big, aqua blue eyes framed by long dark lashes, Tanned skin and many freckles, sharp cheekbones, you could call me the girl next door.
Now I hate the games, no hate would be a compliment to them. I scorn, deprecate, despise them. They can't do anything but ruin your life. I would know firsthand, my friend, my friend Caylee died from them. I could remember it as if it was yesterday.
The young girl tried to run, run as fast as she could, she was so happy that she escaped the bloodbath without a single scratch and got a backpack and a switchblade. The first night she hid in the trees, ripping off a branch and tried scrapping wood until it was sharp enough to use as a substitute spear. Now she was smart, she moved tree to tree everyday for the next 4 days. She lived there and that was what she studied at the training center. But one day while at night, when the cannons blew she heard 7 shots, that plus the bloodbath kills which were 7 and the day where one person died added up to 15. She was in the top thirteen but the sad thing was she was left with the careers male and female from 1, the male from 2, the female who joined which was from 3, her 2 partners from 4, and the female from 7. And then there was her, the twins from 6, one from 10 and two from 12. The tributes who died that night all died from an explosion earlier thanks to the smart district 3 male who found an oil leak and tried to start a fire for warmth and all the oils were linked underground causing explosions in many places, there were so many burnt corpse that night, but that night the cannons scared her and she fell out of the tree, her head hurt and took a while to regain conscious too, and it was enough time for the male career from 1 to kill his allies from 2, 4, and 7 and slowly insert a trident from the top of her head to almost touching her chin and a sword from her chin to temple, and then a chop and an axe was swung decapitating her head. I closed my eyes when I saw this but peeked through a little, to see the end result, I would never forget her scream when the trident sank through, I would never forget that, never.
I hoped I would never be in the games and suffer a death like hers, and then oh the irony. I get picked. I stood there with my hands clenched, I hoped my friends would volunteer but the crowd was silent. III wasn't shocked, who would risk their lives, but my friends were shocked that no one bothered to volunteer.
Jayden Crush (13) POV
Dark shaggy brown hair I got from my mother. Hazel brownish eyes I inherited from my mom and dad. Freckles cover my face.
I waited and waited I felt like the atmosphere was tense because it was the last person, the extra one, you would call. People call me the guy that you could go to if you wanted to talk to, or someone if you needed a shoulder to cry on. I was liked; but who knew the liked guy turned out to be the one who was sent into the games. My sister May cried, I was terrified, I felt like crying but I avoided doing that at all costs but once on the stage I felt a little tear fall out. This was a sign of weakness; could I use this to my advantage?
Ryland Ocara POV
I stepped in the waiting room and I only had one person talk to me and it was my best friend Nike. Although he was a guy and one of what people might call a 'ladies man', while in here he broke into tears, he felt sorry, he was too scared to volunteer and left his friend in this position. He managed to repeat sorry a million times and then gave me his shark tooth necklace. I tried to be strong and not be sad that I was leaving but maybe it was for the best. I mean maybe if I win I could let him live with me, and let him escape from his abusive life and me and my dad could stop barely making money and live in luxury. I mean I want to spend time with him but for him it's all work, after the reapings I know he went back to work.
(3rd Person) Little did he know, Ryland had stepped into the thing he tried to avoid. The first evil.
Serena Edge POV
My mother was the only one, who visited me. She was doing the exact same thing that the older boy's friend did, which was bawl the whole time and strangely enough she handed me a necklace the same time the older boy's friend did. I found that strange but shrugged it off. Once our guests left, well except the younger boy who had his family cry, and that reminded me of my family. I gave a stare to them but the mother gave me a 'Don't you dare do anything with my boy or do anything like flirt' look. I quickly turned away and faced to the older boy. For a second our eyes met and he gave me a smile. In response instead of smiling back I turned away and tried to ignore him. "No he's probably a career, I don't like them, I can't, it's a betrayal to Caylee," I thought. But for a split second I found myself smiling.
Jayden Crush POV
I found only my mother came, maybe because my mother didn't like me hanging out with girls and forbidden me from it, but at school those rules don't apply. She kept crying and crying and saying how it's not fair and the Capitol are monsters and that she hates them and how she wished she could take my spot and all these sad things. I wanted to cry again, but then someone caught my eye. It was that Serena girl I mean I've seen her at school but that Ryland guy apparently dropped out for some reason but his closest friend goes to school and he's the opposite of me I guess, he can bring a girl home and they can do all the lovey dovey stuff but that's him, with the big label of the 'Ladies Man'. But that guy is too emotional and why? It's not like he has seen too much or sees fights every day, but he's just emotional but is that why everyone loves him? He was a new kid last year who decided to move to this school, making me not the cutest boy at that school which sucked. Anyways while thinking the girl turned away and suddenly looked over at Ryland and then turned away, facing me but was blushing. My mom probably scared her away only to look at Ryland and then prevent me from talking to her. I mean she was cuter once you are near her but my mother wouldn't let me flirt with her, but something in my body, probably hormones made me want to rebel against my mother and get to know her and start a romance, but right now I can think of a red headed girl would sing with someone a song called 'Who's that chick'.
And that right now, made me try to get to know her.
Before you could know it we headed off into the sunset, to district 5.
A/N: Love triangle :O Anyways thoughts on tributes so far?
