Hey guys!
Sorry for the delay. School is starting and all that, so considering my two hour supply of homework every night, my posts will probably not be as often. I'll try to post as many tributes as I can.
We have the OFFICIAL tribute list now. Horray!
Here it is:
Tribute List:
District 1
Female: Mirage Temis (17) by Wisteria22
Male: Luxe Cressa (18) by Sarahm011
District 2
Female: Marisa "Isa" Perez (18) by The First Maraudette
Male: Victor Sharpe (15) by Susie C. J
District 3
Female: Katie Channing (12) by LouisVuittonluver
Male: Jamier Brown (16) by Jammerock2000
District 4
Female: Angel Curry (17) by ThisLil'NinjaStoleYoCookie
Male: Cliff Laughlin (15) by rOxx11
District 5
Female: Lovely Jackson (12) by ThisLil'NinjaStoleYoCookie
Male: Kaul Helper (15) by foxfaceshouldhavewon
District 6
Female: Eleanor Cage (17) by thgultimatefan19
Male: Jessy "Jes" Ladin (16) by stareyed in LA
District 7
Female: Vana Janes (15) by The First Maraudette
Male: Tobias McHaden (18) by Sarahm011
District 8
Female: Marie Anne Shadow (17) by BlackRosie
Male: Drugget Wilson (15) by stareyed in LA
District 9
Female: Eilonwy Heavensway (17) by Lilypotterlovesjames66
Male: Dante Ramiro (18) by 2xthespeedoflife
District 10
Female: Arianna Golding (14) by Gui-Chi
Male: Callum McLean (12) by cab839
District 11
Female: Capricorn Ampour (12) by CaPrIcOrN HoNk
Male: Jared Atom (13) by Jammerock2000
District 12
Female: Astona Steele (16) by GuardianAngel45
Male: Thorn Plenty (12) by Gui-Chi
Ok, so now we have all our tributes. Keep your eyes out for favorites!
And now for the reapings:
Thank you to:
thegultimatefan19 for sending in Eleanor Cage
and
stareyed in LA for sending in Jessy "Jes" Ladin
Enjoy!
District 6-
Eleanor Cage Dawn is breaking on the horizon, slowly coloring the sky a bright pink. We are silently crouching behind the lush topiaries and exotic flowers in the garden. I keep watch, keeping a look out for any Peacekeeper guards that roam the grounds at night.
"Guys, we have to be super quiet," Isaac reminded us in a serious, hushed tone, much different than his usual flamboyant self. "We only get one shot at this, and if we even make one sound, we'll have to do it another night."
"Right." Luke quietly emptied the contents of his bag, handing us each two spray paint cans. "You know what to do, guys. Make it big, so the mayor explodes when he sees it."
I chuckle silently to myself, imagining the look on his face. I've seen it many times. Let's just say I've got a habit for getting into trouble.
"Boys," I give the all-clear signal. The guard just passed. We silently slip out from our hiding spot, blending into the shadows of the night with our dark clothing.
I shake my spray paint and take off the cap, visualizing the word we are about to paint in my mind. I've got the "F"...let's just leave it at that.
I start painting with a vermillion red, splashing the beige wall with color. I carefully spray the letter onto the wall, making it big and blocky. Next, I pop the top to another spray paint bottle, coloring in my "F" a bright teal, making it stand out even more.
Luke and Isaac are finishing their letters, and Nathan is adding with a flourish "you, Mayor" at the end of our little message. He is such a master at his craft.
Suddenly, I hear the clomp clomp of leather boots coming our way. Frantically, I wave my arms in the air, signaling that our time is up. Just as quickly as we came, we scamper back into the bushes and hop the wall. We peer back over the wall: watching the scene unfold.
"What the?"
We snicker as the guard discovers our little mural. He quickly blows a sharp blast on his whistle. A couple of other guards come running.
"How did this happen? I walked around here just a couple minutes ago!"
"Scour the area! The vandals couldn't have gotten far!" the head guard shouts, sending some of the guards in each direction.
"What's going on out here?"
The Mayor lumbers out of the grand patio doors.
"Good morning, Mr. Mayor, sir."
The head guard looks up, saluting the robed mayor, who is sleepily rubbing his eyes. "Is this some sort of drill I wasn't warned about?"
"No, sir," the head guard gestures to the wall, where our handiwork stands out like a neon sign.
The mayor's face reddens as he sees our message. As soon as he sees my signature, he shouts, "guards! To the Cage household! I want to see what little Eleanor is up to."
Oh, dammit.
I drop off the wall sprinting off down the street, with Nathan, Luke, and Isaac close on my heels.
"What an adrenaline rush!" calls Luke, grinning as his blonde hair whips around in the breeze, "we could have been caught at any moment!"
Nathan laughs, his blue eyes shining. "I just loved the look on that fatso Mayor Bumble's face when he saw it."
"Yeah," I say, "but now that fatso is coming to my house! And he's gonna know I'm guilty if he sees I'm not there!"
We make it back to my house in the next five minutes, starting to cut through the front yard until I see the train pull up. I tackle all four of my friends at once into the shrubbery, starting to army crawl back towards my bedroom window.
"What are we doing?" Isaac hisses.
"Going around back," I quietly whisper, "and fast. Mayor Fatty is here!"
I shoot up as soon as we reached my open window. I can get down easily; it's not a very long drop, but getting up is a different story.
"Throw me," I whisper to Nathan, who is the strongest of the group.
"What?" he frowns, "are you crazy?"
"Just do it!" I growl at him, "we don't have much time!"
He shrugs and picks he up, easily hoisting me up onto his shoulders and popping me off. I fly up towards my window, firmly grabbing the ledge and swinging inside. I quickly peek out one last time. "Thanks guys," I smile, waving. "It was fun. See you at the reaping!"
They wave back and jog across the lawn back to their houses to change.
In a flash, I tear off my dark clothing.
As I pull on my pajamas, I hear our doorbell ring. "Why, Mayor Bumble! What a pleasant surprise!"
"Good morning, m'am."
"Mayor Bumble?" a loud shriek rings out down the hall, and I hear the heavy tread of quick footsteps down the stairs. "Hi, Mayor Bumble!"
I smirk. I know exactly who that is. It's my sister, Mercy. She's been applying for a job in the government of District 6 for as long as she could, it's her dream, but everything I do messes up her oh-so-perfect record. She absolutely detests me for it, constantly chiming that she would rather not have a sister at all.
My brother Erza is better than her, thank god. In fact, he stops her every time she tries to strangle me for my actions. He's my best friend, and he doesn't even mind that I get into trouble all the time.
"Oh...hello, Mercy." The Mayor doesn't seem all that excited to see her.
"It's absolutely wonderful you're here," she rambles, "are you here to reconsider having me as an intern?"
"No," Mayor Bumble mutters, I hear him take a couple steps into our house. "Is Eleanor home?"
I hear Mom sigh, "I should've guessed. What could she have done this time?"
"Oh! Mayor Bumble!" Mercy pipes up, "the last time I checked, she wasn't there! Here! I'll show you!"
That's Mercy for you. Always trying to bring me down so she can continue her journey up. I hear the quick, excited footsteps on the stairs of my sister, and I smirk. Not this time, Sis.
The door to my room flies open. "See? She's go- hey!"
I pretend to yawn as I sit up, acting sleepy.
"Hmm? Oh, hello dear sister...mother...and Mayor Bumble! I'm honored to welcome you to our home."
Mom looks relieved I haven't caused her any more trouble, Mercy looks both shocked and infuriated, and Mayor Bumble looks at me with pure hatred. I smirk at them as I stretch, pretending to be waking up from a long, peaceful sleep.
"C'mon, Mercy," Mom mutters, towing Mercy out of my room, "it's time to get you ready for the reaping."
"But...but...she wasn't there! Mom, I swear! Get her into trouble!"
Mayor Bumble stays behind, arms crossed over his fat belly and eyebrow cocked.
"May I help you?" I ask innocently.
"Where were you this morning, Eleanor?"
I tilt my head to the side, pretending to be confused. "What do you mean?"
The mayor growls, massaging his temples. "Cut the crap, Eleanor. We all know you're a public nuisance, we all know you've been arrested countless times, we all know you've played this innocent angle many times before, and we all know you were at my house this morning, vandalizing my property!"
I shook my head. "No, Mayor Bumble, you don't understand. I've been in bed all ni-"
"No Eleanor," he interrupted me, "you don't understand. You think you can just run around trashing people's things and property whenever you want, but you can't!"
"But how do you know it was me?" I ask, my temper rising. "Who says I'm not telling the truth? What proof do you have that it was me? For all you know, I have been here in my bed since last night! People can change, Mayor Bumble."
"I know," he says, his nostrils flaring angrily. "That's what I've been trying to get you to understand! It seems that prison won't tame you, and I've tried to prosecute you many times, and both the Capitol and I agree we should get rid of you, but because of those stupid juvenile laws, we can only send you to jail! Do you understand, Eleanor? Do you understand that you can't get by easy all the time? Someday you could get killed for your actions, and I'll make sure of that!"
The dead silence hangs in the room like a misty fog between us, with a little tension mixed in. I stare at the man I absolutely detest, and the man who wants to have me dead stares right back at me. Why does he think he can control me? I don't need anyone to tell me what to do. Neither him nor the stupid Capitol!
A soft creak of my door breaks up our staring contest. Mayor Bumble puts on his pleasant, childlike face and I put on my harmless, innocent one.
"Oh, good," Mom smiles, "you're done. Eleanor, it's time to get ready. If you will excuse her Mayor Bumble...why don't I send you off with some tea and lemon cookies?"
"Oh, that'd be very nice ma'am."
Mom gives me a look as she leads Mayor Bumble out of the room. Her soft gaze says, you owe me one. I nod, smiling to myself. Mom has bailed me out once again. She has always supported me, even through these rough years. She believes that I will eventually find my path to greatness, no matter what I do to get there. I know I could do other things with this rare relationship instead of abuse it, but this is something I just can't help. It's my nature.
Mayor Bumble also gives me a look on their way out. His glare says it all: next time, you won't get away so easy... Next time, I will win... Next time, I will end you.
I immaturely stick my tongue out as the door quietly clicks as it closes. Then I glance over at my dresser, where Mom has laid out my reaping outfit. It's nothing too fancy, it's just a striped tunic and black jeans, but for me, it'll do nicely.
I quietly slip it on and sneak downstairs, aware of the noises of anger coming from my sister's room. I can't really blame her. I mean, if I really wanted a job, and my sister was the only thing standing in the way of me getting it, I would want to kill her too.
Erza glances up and smiles as I enter the kitchen.
"What'd you do this time?" he jokes with a mouth full of cereal.
"It's pretty cool," I whisper to him, punching him lightly on the arm. "You will definitely see it on the way to the reaping."
"Can't wait," he smirks.
There are loud stomping noises on the stairs, and I prepare myself for a volcanic eruption of sorts. Mercy storms down the stairs, absolutely infuriated.
"You," she growls when she sees me, "why do you always get in the way of my ambition? I get so close, but then you screw it up by going and doing something stupid!"
"Hey, Mercy!" Erza says, standing up. My brother has always been the one to defend me, even in the toughest of situations. "How do you know she did it?"
"How?" she screeches, whirling around to face him, "she's always the one who does it! Always, always, always!"
Just then, the doorbell rings. Mercy and Erza quiet down immediately, abruptly stopping their argument and going on with their normal business. As if my family is normal.
I wander over to the door and open it, catching a glorious glimpse of my boyfriend. He looks like a prince, all dapper and dressed up. It makes me feel like I'm underdressed.
"Hey," his brilliant blue eyes sparkle in the morning light. "You ready to go?"
"Hang on," I reply, shyly tucking my hair behind my ear. "Let me get a jacket."
"No need," he smiles, sweeping his jacket in a spectacular motion, off his shoulders and onto mine.
"Thanks," I grin, inhaling the aroma of the fresh leather on his jacket.
"No problem." He offers me his arm, and I giggle girlishly, which is usually way out of character for me. But ever since I met Matthew, every time I am around him I feel like a lady. He opens doors for me, carries my schoolbag for me, and treats me like a girl, not like a guy, like all the other boys do.
I met him while walking home from school one day with my friends. It started raining hard, and soon the ground was wet, muddy, and very slippery. We all started laughing, running off down the slippery pavement, stumbling along on the slick surface. I fell, the contents of my schoolbag tumbling out into the pouring rain. My friends had laughed at me. I mean, they're guys...what do you expect?
Eventually they left me behind, leaving me to salvage the wreckage of my bag. I don't know why, but I started crying. I cried in frustration for when all the muddy, soggy pieces of paper I tried to pick up ripped, for when all my friends had abandoned me, and for when I became soaked to the bone.
I reached out with trembling hands to pick up the last notebook, when my cold wet hands met a surprisingly warm one. I looked up to see Matthew for the first time, holding an umbrella in one hand, and my sopping notebook in the other. I took it quickly, drawing my hoodie and looking away in shame. I must've looked like a wreck.
He offered to walk me home that day, giving me his warm leather jacket to warm my chilled, soaking body. After that incident, I turned away in embarrassment every time he tried to talk to me because I was still humiliated about that day and because no other guy had treated me like that before. I was confused.
Finally, I got the hint that he wanted to go out, so I let him take me on a date. At first, I was shy, but then I eventually opened up to him, letting him read me like the pages of a book. I don't know when exactly, but somewhere during those times, I fell in love with him. We've been together ever since.
We arrive at the reaping and get checked in. "Good luck," he whispers, kissing me ever-so-lightly on the tip of my nose. He never does anything raunchy, ever. And I like it that way. It feels more intimate.
"Here's your jacket back," I smile, draping it over his broad, muscular grins back, briefly taking my hand. "See you after the reaping," he smiles, walking off towards the eighteen year old section.
I smile to myself, gently tracing over my hand, where his was just seconds before. Suddenly, I hear shouts of my name. I look over and see Isaac, Nathan, and Luke all giving me the thumbs up sign.
I grimace, stalking over to where they stand. I try to keep my boyfriend and my boy friends separate, but sometimes it doesn't end too well.
"Matthew, huh?" Luke asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Jealous?" I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Wha? Me?" Luke asks, faking a surprised expression. "Why would you ever think that?"
"He is totally jealous," Nathan whispers to me.
"Hey!" Luke cries defensively, "am not!"
"Yeah..." Isaac says sarcastically, grinning at Luke.
"Am not," Luke mutters, under his breath.
"Are too," I smile, walking off to the seventeen year old section. "Who wouldn't be jealous?"
The ceremony is just starting as I slip into my section. The escort bounces up on stage, his hair looking as if it's on fire. His suit glitters with purple jewels that gleam in the sunlight.
"Happy Hunger Games!" he chuckles, his fat belly jiggling along.
A lot of the girls in my group snicker, their curled ringlets bouncing on their shoulders. Most of them wear hideously girly outfits with a lot of lace and ribbons. Hanging out with them just never appealed to me. I fit in much better with the boys.
"And now for the ladies." The escort leaps over to the bowls, plucking a single slip from the girl's glass ball. He unfolds it carefully, struggling slightly with his chubby fingers.
He manages to open it, reading it aloud to the audience. "Miss Eleanor Cage!"
It takes a while for the news to settle in. Then, the most unlikely thing happens. I smile, starting to chuckle slightly, even. I stick my hands into my pockets and casually stalk up to the platform, glancing up at the chairs along the stage.
The Mayor looks absolutely delighted. He gets to finally get rid of me, I think to myself, shaking my head.
As I mount the stage, I glance back at the crowd. My family looks heartbroken, even Mercy. I'm sure she didn't want it to go this far. Isaac, Nathan, and Luke look shocked, unsure of what to do. Finally, I make myself look at Matthew. He has silent tears flowing down his cheeks. He blows me a kiss. I catch it and store it in my heart.
I stalk towards to middle of the stage. When I reach my spot, I face the world defiantly. Sure the Capitol may get to see me die, I think to myself. And they might even see the gruesome death I deserve. But one thing's for certain...I'm not going down without a fight.
Jessy "Jes" Ladin
"Jessy!"
"Jes, wake up, man!"
My eyes shoot open and I tear back the sheets of my bed, already in my clothes. I quietly lean out my window and grin at the figures below. Kenny and Davin smile back up at me.
"Ready to kill it today, man?" Kenny grins, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't get hurt," Davin attempts to joke, but I hear the nervousness in his voice. Davin is like the conscience of our group, since Kenny and I pretty much don't have any. What I'm attempting today is very dangerous, and I know he's worried.
"Well, hurry up, man!" Kenny calls, waving his arms around. "People are going to be disappointed when you don't show up!"
"What people?" I ask, confused.
"Well," Kenny sheepishly grins, "I kinda let the word of our little dare out, and now just about everyone who wants to watch you is coming!"
"Even Marcella?" I ask eagerly.
"Yes," Davin smirks, "she's excited to watch you."
"Well then," I say, swinging my leg over my windowsill, "let's get going!" And with that, I drop the nineteen feet from my window to the ground, landing on my butt with a crunching thud.
"Ow."
"Oh, god, are you ok?" Davin asks, holding out his hand for me to grab onto. I grasp his arm and pull up, wincing in pain.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, grimacing at the searing pain radiating from my behind. "Just got a little excited, that's all."
"Well, don't get any more excited," Kenny says, "because you need to fulfill my dare, intact or not."
"You know I will never back out of your dares," I grin, slapping him on the back.
"I know," Kenny smirks, "you never have. Remember that time I dared you to drink all that beer without using the bathroom?"
"Yup," I say, laughing, "and I drank it, all 120 ounces."
"You were so drunk, you almost knocked yourself out cold." Davin grimaces.
"And remember that time I dared you to chop down that trackerjacker nest?" Kenny laughs.
"Yeah," I say, shivering. "I will never forgive you for daring me to do that."
Kenny chuckles, "I know. As soon as you woke up, you tried to strangle me."
"Oh, guys," Davin says, checking his watch, "we better get going. It's almost dawn."
"I already set up the cart," Kenny grins, "so you can't back out now."
"Who says I was planning to?" I smile.
It takes a good half an hour to march up to the top of the hill. From the pinnacle, you could see almost all of District 6. I am about to ride Kenny's old man's rickety cart all the way down without any breaks. Even Kenny admitted he would be afraid. But I am not.
There is a huge crowd of people on the hill. They explode into shouts of encouragement as soon as they can see me. I make my way through the crowd slowly. Everyone wishes me luck, slapping my back and cheering me on, but I'm only interested in finding her.
And then I see her. She stands a few feet away, laughing while drinking with her friends. Her olive skin shines in the dawning sun, and her long black ponytail sways in the wind...Marcella Rodriguez...gosh, even her name is perfect.
As I'm literally drooling over the sight of her, she catches my lovesick staring. She gives a halfhearted smile/smirk and turns back to her friends, erupting into a chorus of giggles.
"Man, what do you see in her?" Kenny says, waving his hand across my vision.
"Everything perfect," I sigh.
"Dude, really? You're like joking, right? Marcella is awful. She's not even pretty."
"What are you talking about?" I gasp, finally turning away from her.
"She's ugly." Kenny states.
"No she's not!" I protest, highly offended.
"Whatever you think," Kenny shrugs. "Anyway, it's time to get started."
"Oh, yeah,"
"Ladies and gentlemen," Kenny shouts to the crowd, which immediately quiets down, "my buddy Jes here is gonna attempt the stunt of stunts! He is going to go down this hill in this rickety, old cart without any breaks!"
The crowd bursts into cheers. I wave to them, wink at Marcella, and climb into the cart. The old wood creaks beneath me, and I start to have second thoughts, but it's too late now. Kenny gives the cart a huge shove, sending me down the steep hill.
The cart almost immediately starts to gain speed, groaning and moaning against the strain being put against its wheels. The warm dawn air whistles through my curly brown hair as I plummet downwards.
Having a stroke of pure genius, I turn around in the cart. This will really get Marcella to notice me, I think to myself. And then, standing on shaky legs, I slowly rise to my full height, standing in the cart. I hear the faint cheering of the crowd along with the high pitched whistle of the wind in my ears. I grin broadly, raising my hands in the air. VICTORY! I scream in my head.
The next thing I know, I'm flying. The cart had hit a bump and sent me soaring out of it. For the longest time, I sail through the air, preparing myself for the hard earth below. With a loud thud, I hit the ground. Everything aches. My back burns and I feel a lump rising on the back of my head.
"Jes!"
Moments later, Davin and Kenny are by my side.
"Man, that was scary."
"Are you ok?"
I sit up, groaning as the pain in my back ignites. "Yeah, I guess." Then I look up and see the crowd on the hill quickly clearing. "Where's everyone going?"
"The reaping," Davin says solemnly.
"Aw man," Kenny says, smacking his forehead, "I forgot! I have to go home and change!"
"No time for that," Davin shakes his head. "Even if we hurry, we'll still be late." He looks down at me. "Can you make it?"
"Yeah," I say, slowly standing up, trying to hide my wincing.
"Alright," Davin says cautiously.
We arrive to the reaping seconds before it starts. I've become a laughing stock since my stunt this morning, and as we enter the square, everyone stares and laughs. Even Marcella. I shake it off. Next stunt I do will wow them.
"Hey," a calloused hand lands on my shoulder. "Where were you this morning? I thought you were going to help me in the shop."
I turn around and face my father. He looks almost exactly like me, minus the blonde hair he pulls back into a ponytail. He works as a mechanic here, fixing all sorts of cars, mainly from the Capitol. As soon as I could hold a wrench, I was in the shop helping him.
"Oh," I say, averting his gaze, "sorry, I was, uh, taking an early morning walk."
"Did you fall?" Dad asks, eyeing my dirt smeared backside. I nervously smile as I quickly try to brush it off.
"Um, yeah...I fell down."
"Oh," Dad says, suspicion in his eyes, "anyway, I figured you'd be hungry, so I brought you this." He reaches a hand into his overalls pocket and pulls out an apple.
"Ew, no!" I cry, recoiling at the sight of it.
"It's just an apple," my dad says, inspecting it. "Is there something on it?"
"No," I say, averting my gaze from the disgusting food.
"Then why won't you eat it?" Dad frowns, clearly confused.
"Because the last time Mom ate fruit, she died!" I spit.
"But, Jessy," my dad protests, "that was nightlock!"
"It doesn't matter," I say, stalking away.
What my father said is true. My mother did die from eating nigthlock. It happened when I was very little. She was at a friend's house, making pastries and pies for the upcoming festival. Her friend's children had gone berry picking, and didn't notice they had picked the deadly fruit. My mother, not recognizing it either, accidentally ate one and dropped to the floor, dead.
Since then, I haven't eaten any fruit. I refuse it all. I even freak out a little at something as small as a cherry. People make fun of me for it, but I don't care. I could mix up my fruit just like her and end up dead, like she did.
" Jes, man, over here!"
I make my way over to the sixteen year old section, which happens to be directly parallel to the girls' section. Marcella changed from her short denim skirt and crop top for a floaty, cream dress lined with lace. She let down her hair, which flowed freely down her back like a-
"Ouch, man, watch it!"
I had walked right into Kenny.
"Sorry," I mutter, still recovering from Marcella's beauty.
"Where you looking at Marcella again?" Davin asks, almost reading my thoughts. The look on his face is rather irritated, or even disgusted.
I nod sheepishly. "I can't help it, she's just so hot." Davin and Kenny shake their heads, sighing.
The square quiets down as the ceremony begins. The Capitol escort is a bouncy, slightly chubby man with flaming red hair and a baby-like face.
"Happy Hunger Games!" he smiles.
After the short movie that was "special, straight from the Capitol." The escort almost bounces over to the glass bowls.
"And the lucky lady shall be..."
His sausage like fingers struggle with the tiny slip of paper.
"Miss Eleanor Cage!"
A tall, pale girl steps out of the seventeen year old section. She smirks, almost smiles as she shakes her head. Her hands slip into her pockets as she glide up to the stage, her brown hair flowing behind her. I recognize her from the papers. She's been arrested for multiple things. Once, I read that she actually broke into the mayor's house while he was away and threw a big party. Thankfully, the mayor came back short-notice and caught her.
"And now for the boys." The fat man hops over to the boys' bowl. "May I welcome to the stage... Mister Jessy Ladin!"
Davin and Kenny gasp, and I feel all of the blood in my body rush to my face.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I say loudly, stalking off to the platform.
As I step onto the stage, I am asked to shake Eleanor's hand. She smirks and grasps my hand tightly. I am surprised by her strength.
After we shake, I turn back to face the crowd. I see Davin and Kenny, their faces twisted into silent sadness. I see my father, tears rolling down his cheeks. And I see Marcella, almost sneering at me before she turns and whispers to her friend. Her friend giggles uncontrollably.
Sure, I think, let them laugh all they want. But the Games are only another challenging dare. And if I make it out alive, they will all worship me.
So...waddya think? R&R guys, please. I want your opinion. I wanna feel loved! :P
District 7 will be up soon!