Hello Motherrrrrrrfuckers!

I'm back from the dead!

District 11 this time so... YAY?!

Raven Black

I put my bandana around my face.

I'm the story's Homeless thief with a heart of gold.

Despite the fact in District 11 I would have probably been killed I spend my days looking for victims to rob despite the fact most people in 11 are dirt poor.

Because fuck canon.

I have pale skin despite the fact it's unlikely for people to have the genes for that in District 11.

Because fuck canon.

I wasn't always an orphan. When I was 3 my mother died because she set fire to her hair. A year later my father poked a stick at a grizzely bear. My sister ate medicine that was out of date and my brother used his private parts as piranha bait.

I was extremely saddened when they died but stealing my first diamond helped a lot.

My second diamond helped even more.

By my third diamond I was completely over it.

At 5 I was a homeless orphan but somehow I didn't die on the streets.

Did I mention I'm the prettiest girl in 11!

Because I am.

After training for a few hours it was time to steal something.

I snuck into a peacekeepers house despite them probably having really high security.

Because fuck logic

I can't be bothered to tell you what I steal but it's a lot!

After I've finished that I decide to get ready for the Reaping like it's a completely voluntary thing.

Ben Dover

First things first.

My name is Benjamin.

Just like sisters name is actually Wangia not Wang. Her last name is different than mine because fuck logic. It's King.

Somehow, despite having a completely stable family I'm extremely paranoid.

Or it could be that people are trying to kill me.

I get into the shower but then I hear a noise. I open my secret panel where I hide a knife. I plunge it into the person making the noise.

I guess I don't have a sister anymore.

After planning and going to a quick funeral in which my mother yells at me that 'I'm the worst child in the world!" Or whatever. I swear, after the past 5 times she should have gotten used to it!

Drama queen!

It's not my fault I beheaded her!

After that incident I contemplate how long it would take me to get a fake name and move to Peru...

Wherever that is.

I mean... all I know is Panem.

SHUT UP!

After working on my plan I go out to the disguise shop that District 11 suddenly has for no reason.

Because *all say it with me* fuck logic.

I decide to by a fake moustache and if I do say so myself I look as fabulous as Sharpay Evans! I think I'll wear it to the Reaping.

I get back home but my mother has evidently bought a shotgun whilst I was out and thanks to my moustache she totally didn't reconise me.

That's completely why she was looking at me murderously.

Raven

Being homeless leaves me with very little clothes. In the end I decide to wear a Black bandana covering my mouth and nose with my hair tied up with red ribbon, a high collared black armour like robe with red and silver highlights which splits into legs and black boots.

I look amazing.

I begin the quick walk to the square with people avoiding me.

God, you rob 79 houses and you get a bad reputation!

Assholes!

The escort steps on stage,

"Hello! My name is Fluffybitchtits Mcbitchfluffytits. I am 89 but going on 20.

I am Bitchy, I throw chairs at people for fun and I also throw cars at orphans daily. I throws buildings at old people as a career. My worst crime however is throwing twilight books at dead bugs. I'm always pissed, even if I just had an orgasm."

'Please just tell us who's going to get killed this year!" A smart assed kid calls out. "I hope it's Raven Black. The story's Homeless thief with a heart of gold."

"And the tribute is... Cally Smithe!"

"Wrong story," someone yells.

"Raven Black.

Well frick frack diddly snick snack rickety rock rick.

Or more simply put.

Fuck.

Ben

Once I manage to climb into a window without my mother threatening to shoot me I beg changed.

Despite having the money to have several knives hidden round my family is dirt poor.

I sadly slip on a dirty white shirt with brown trousers and no shoes. Thank god I have my awesome moustache.

I go over to the mirror for the chapterly looking in the mirror. I have short brown hair, dull brown eyes, pale skin, a little short, and malnourished.

In short a sexy beast bitches!

I begin to leave for the Reaping, dodging my mother holding her gun.

I try calling that it's just me but it makes her look even more murderous.

Drama Queen.

I skip to the town without a care in the- sorry wrong tribute!

I walk quickly, holding my gun- sorry wrong again. That's my mother!

I board the train to Hogwar- THAT'S NOT EVEN THE RIGHT FANDOM!

I walk to the square at a reasonable pace, making sure to twirl around so everyone can see my moustache.

At the second I get to the square the escort steps on stage.

She talks for a big amount of time (about 75 words) but Raven has already covered that.

"Ben Dover!"

Welp!

I go up but because of my moustache no one recognises me.

That's why they're all cheering.

"By the way my name's Benjamin," I say to Fluffybitchtits.

She whacks me and it all goes black.

Hello

It's me!

I'm back!

Sorry seriously, I've been updating my other story.

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Anyway, hope this chapter satisfied you.

NOT LIKE THAT PERVS!

Both these characters belong to Moonless Galaxy.