District 9
Female - Hayley Rowan, 24. Victor of the 67th Annual Hunger Games.
"The Goddess Of Wrath."
"Gotta do what you gotta do," Hayley smiles. Her auburn hair tied into a bun. Her dark — almost black — eyes seeming to stare directly into the souls they gaze upon. "I'll do what is needed to get back to my family."
Hayley commands the boys from District 3 and 9. The three sticking together and using their smarts to get further but it is Hayley who shines. Taking charge of every choice. Showing no mercy not from bloodlust but from knowing that it must be done for her to return home.
"I'm not an animal," Hayley answers.
BOOOOOM! The mines explode. The trio having the idea to use the mines to their advantage. Erasing most of the remaining tributes during the feast but also resulting in the death of the male from 9.
Hayley emerges from the blast, mostly unscathed but drenched in blood. She hunts down the injured ones that flee. Making easy targets out of them with her bare hands. Gouging out their eyes, beating them to death, whatever is needed to kill.
"I just will do whatever it takes to return to my family," Hayley says.
Crk! Hayley snaps the neck of a young girl, letting her body drop to the ground.
"This is no different. I don't want to behave the way I did years ago...I was too willing to do whatever it took to get home." Hayley says. Having years of nightmares and paranoia from what she did. Now planning to take a different route of only killing when needed to ensure she won't suffer more PTSD from actions within the arena.
Hayley slams the male from District 3 into the side of the cornucopia. Slamming him against the golden metal over and over again. His pleads being mumbled by the blood that fills his mouth. By the swelling of his face. Hayley slams his head into the horn a final time.
CRK!
BOOM!
"A lot of people, I think, are expecting me to be the monster I was in the 67th Hunger Games but I don't want to be that person again...I don't know who that person was. I justified those actions with the thoughts of family but it wasn't right. It wasn't needed." Hayley shakes the thoughts from her mind. "But I have my family. I love them very much and even though they might not agree with some of my actions they are glad to have me here. So I'll do what is needed to return."
Male - Daniel Cramer, 21. Victor of the 70th Annual Hunger Games.
"The Painter."
A tribute that has built up his muscle mass over the years. He sits, dwarfing those around him not with his height — since he is only 5'5 — but with the bulk of his body. His blue eyes seeming enhanced somehow. The long brown hair that usually cascades down to his shoulders has been tied up.
"I knew this was happening." Daniel almost seems proud that he was right. "I knew that there would be a game with only victors. I just didn't know when it would be but I guess this answers that."
Daniel barely escapes the bloodbath in the games. Stumbling through the thick jungle with wounds that spread blood on every leaf and branch he comes across. An easy trail for the careers to follow.
Knowing he can't fight them off with the fresh wounds. Daniel uses what is around him. Painting his skin shades of green and browns, attach leaves and branches to him, laying so still that even the Capitol has to adjust cameras to make sure they are showcasing a tribute in camouflage and not the actual foliage of the arena.
"Why wouldn't I use the same strategy," Daniel says, "I mean, it worked for me once before, hasn't it? Why won't it work again."
Days go by with Daniel staying in a small radius. Hiding with his skills of seamlessly painting himself into his surroundings. The careers and other tributes often walking right past him, unaware that he lays only inches away.
"I think a lot of people thought that I'd be boring and just do that the entire games. Heck, maybe I was going to do it but then..."
Mutts emerge from the woods. Relying on smell rather than sight, easily sniffing out Daniel. Forced to flee closer to the other tributes as the gamemakers shrink the playing field.
"Maybe this games will be different. Maybe I can actually lay around until it is the final 2 and then just hope to win against whoever is left."
Left with five other tributes, Daniel takes on a new strategy. Following the pack of careers and waiting for them to wander off alone. Whether to gather wood, fire, water or even go to the bathroom. He leaps on them, strangling or beating them till the cannon fires. This strategy declining the career pack to just one.
"I do think I am a threat in this games. I mean, I'm not gonna go for everyone. I'll let people fight it out but if there is a tribute who is bloodthirsty then I'll have no problem taking them out." Daniel says, "I'd like to see them try the same to me. They'd be lucky to even see me."
Only 1 district left! Sorry for not having the regular 2 districts per chapter. My keyboard has been going nuts and it is hard to type so yea XD
But what do you think of these two?
