OK, who's extremely mad at me right now? *sees readers with knives and angry faces* Heh, heh. Sorry for not updating in a month. I got writer's block and just started high school, and I'm in one of those specialized program thingies so more homework. YAY! Not. Anyway, here are the good-byes, well, six of them. I was honestly too lazy to write twenty-eight sad good-byes, so I did six of them. The rest will come back as flashbacks later on, or might be written later on as recaps or something.
Everything is from our recent and awesome victor, Nathan Stiller. He will have some input of what he sees and yeah. So, I know in the last chapter, he's slightly more angrier than he usually is, but think realistically. When you win the Games and you see so many people killed, doesn't your feelings about life and the world change? I mean, look at Katniss! She had nightmares and in my opinion, more angry at the Capitol for making her participate in the Games! So that's why Nathan is slightly more angry now. Thanks to the Hunger Games.
Now I'm gonna shut up and let you guys read this.
P.S. I don't own The Hunger Games or most of these tributes.
A Parade Celebrating My Death
Nathan Stiller POV (District Eight, Victor)
"Nathan, the good-byes are on!" Kung McQuill, my damn ex-mentor shouts at me.
I glare at him, still pissed at the conversation we had an hour ago. I honestly thought he was one of the better mentors, but when I looked at the footage on him calling Jack bloodbath and apparently, there's a whole rant where he's saying that both Star and I won't make it because we were too busy or something. "Shut the fuck up McQuill! I know what's what!"
Fuming, I turn to the television and see District One's Flash Donner sitting down on a velvet chair and his family huddled around him. His younger sister and brother are hugging him while his older sister is holding hands with her husband, I'm guessing by the ring on her finger, smiling sadly at Flash.
"You'll win this right Flash?" His younger brother asks, his emerald green eyes matching Flash's shining with excitement. "You'll win and come home and give us all lots of money to buy chocolate right?"
"No, he'll use all the money to buy weapons and bread, right Flash?" His younger sister argues, looking up at her older brother hopefully.
Flash laughs, real laughter instead of the fake laughing a lot of the Careers usually do. "We'll buy chocolate, weapons and bread. And I'll give you all lots of money, ok?"
They nod and let the older sister talk. "Good luck little brother." She says seriously, giving him a brief hug.
He rolls his eyes. "I don't need too much luck-just skill." He turns to his parents. "Any last words?"
His mother wipes a stray tear from her eyes and gives her son a hug. "Stay safe and come home quickly!" She chirps out, then puts her hand on her hip. "It's your turn to was the dishes as well as sweeping the driveway and-"
"Okay Rose, I think he gets it." The father cuts in, smiling proudly at Flash. "My son, you have been training for such a long time and our whole family has faith in you, understood?"
Flash nods. "Of course father." He hugs them all and his friends come in, but I don't bother listening because I have all I needed to know.
Flash Donner, District One: Looks and acts like Career when in public, but is softer with family. Medium threat.
I decided not to watch the most of the girl's good-byes, but still make a few notes.
Valerie Thalia-Rose Thae, District One: Slightly insane, as she keeps referring to her dead brother Jason, but looks pretty strong and might be like Xavier, and wants revenge. Big threat.
Luke Capri, District Two: Seems very nice, but I suspect he's much creuler inside. Another Johanna Mason, or Elana Knott, with tricks up their sleeves.
I look up to see Taelia Hidison, District Two's female appearing onto the screen. She smiles bravely at her two little sisters and parents, whispering reassuring words to the terrified sisters. The youngest one was biting her lip, forcing herself to not cry when the middle sister was staring at the ground, tears falling onto her black flats, as she holds Taelia's pale hand. She slowly looks up into her older sister's green eyes as she asks, "Why do you have to go?"
Taelia sighs as she gives the girl a hug. "I'll be fine, ok Ryna?" She says, ignoring the question.
Her parents both give her a hug. "I know you'll win this." Her mother declares, nodding her head and slowly detangling the sisters from Taelia. Her father smiles and kisses her on the forehead, like a blessing. I see a tear fall from the girl's cheek, the tear making a stain on her dark green dress.
Her family leaves and a girl with dark wavy hair bursts in, dragging along a guy. Taelia shakes her head sadly as she greets the couple. "Hi Aelita." She nods at the boy. "Haide, right?"
Haide nods and Aelita bursts into tears, and Taelia comforst her. "There, there." She pats the sobbing girl, Haide just standing there, not knowing what to do. "I'm coming back, ok?"
Aelita hiccups, her mascara running. "How are you so sure?"
Taelia forces her best friend to look at her. "Do you not trust me or not?" She questions Aelita.
Trying to stop sobbing, Aelita nods her head slowly. "Yeah." She whispers, gulping.
"Then trust me when I say I'm coming back, understand?" Taelia replies, her strong voice making Aelita smile slightly.
"OK." She answers, wiping her tears and takes Haide's hand and skips out, calling over her shoulder, "Good luck Tae!"
Taelia laughs and walks over to Luke.
Taelia Hidison, District Two: Very sweet and caring, but seems pretty fearless and confident. Probably a Career, medium threat.
Janard Openside, District Three: Eighteen, but seems very afraid of Games, and still seems in shock. Small threat, if any.
Liana Maples, District Three: A daydreamer, always talking about some 'Vince Pallst'. Not very strong-looking, but seems pretty smart, but it's District Three. Small threat.
Ivo Uriel Valentine, District Four: Likes to flirt, and apparently had many girlfriends. Softer than typical Careers, but might turn out like Sebastian; flirty but dangerous. Medium-big threat.
Serena Odair, District Four: Niece of Finnick Odair or something. Had a friend who died a few years back. Seems pretty nice. Medium threat. But, if she is the niece of Finnick, than might be a big threat.
Harrot Vartivo, District Five: Doesn't talk, doesn't show any emotion. Older brother died in Games five years ago. Seems ready to die. Small threat.
Elovix Fox, District Five: Acts exactly like a Career. Spoiled and ready to kill. Big threat.
Laton Edwards, District Six: Clumsy and scared. Doesn't look strong or have much skill. Small threat.
The screen flashes to Dinkera Candler, the female of District Six. Her mother and father rush into the room and fling themselves onto her, embracing the girl in a tight hug. "Promise me you'll try your best!" Her mother sobs, looking at Dinkera wildly, her nurse's outfit stained with tears and blood.
Dinkera pats her back awkwardly, and I can tell she's not too used to clingy people. "I promise mom." She responds stiffly. Her mother nods, waves good-bye and rushes out, probably to tend to a patient.
Her father sighs and gives his daughter a one-armed hug. "Know that we are cheering for you at home, ok?"
She bites her lip. "I know, but do you think I'll win?" Dinkera asks, her emotionless face cracking slightly as she waits for her father's reply. Being a tribute makes you worry a little too much.
He puts down a bottle of medicine he was holding and looks at his daughter fully, his blue eyes like his daughter's shine with determination and hope. "Yes, Dinkera. I think you'll win for sure."
She smiles a little before giving her father one last hug and watches him walk away. As soon as the doors close behind him, it flies open again, this time with two teenage girls stumbling in, watermelon-sized tears crashing down their cheeks as they sprint over to Dinkera. The girl with light brown hair squeezes Dinkera in the tightest hug I've ever seen, as the poor girl's face is turning blue. Dinkera slowly escapes from the hug, massaging her shoulders. "You don't need to hug me so hard Jaudalpoe."
The girl, Jaudalpoe, giggles anxiously. "Sorry Dinkera. It's just," she sighs as she wipes another tear, "you're in the Hunger Games! I'm not gonna see you for so long! Who am I going to talk to?" She finishes softly, her eyes downcast.
Dinkera shakes her head. "Jaudalpoe, don't be sad. You're always happy, so this is a bit awkward for me." Jaudalpoe laughs sadly, and Dinkera smiles slightly as she continues. "I'll be back in a few weeks, but you'll be fine, ok?"
The girl looks up with a small smile before giving her best friend a much softer and kinder hug as she eyes the grey-eyed girl fuming in the background. "Good luck Dinkera!" And with a swish of her brown hair, the girl vanishes behind the door, and Dinkera turns her full attention to the other girl.
"Hi Kassa." Dinkera starts, but Kassa interrupts her. "What the fuck was that?" Kassa fumes, glaring at the door.
Dinkera sighs as she turns Kassa to face her again. "Look, Jaudalpoe is my best freind, practically my sister. You're my girlfriend, and I only love you." She says, and I realise that this girl's a lesbian, but there's nothing wrong with that.
Kassa crosses her arms across her chest as she narrows her eyes. "Oh, really. Why do you talk to her more than me?"
Dinkera rolls her eyes. "Kassa, I volunteered for you. What more do you want?"
The girlfriend bites her lip as she considers this, and then gives Dinkera a kiss. "I'm sorry I overeacted, but how can I not?" She says. "You've known Jaudalpoe since forever."
Dinkera holds her girlfriend's hand. "Kassa, I love you. That's all that matters. "
Kassa grins. "Love ya too!" They start kissing and my eyes widen as Kassa is slightly going in the PG-13 zone.
Laton, the other triubte from Six clears his throat and they stop, both of them slightly blushing. "Uh, Dinkera, the Peacekeepers are coming..." He trails off, sensing an awkward silence.
Kassa gives Dinkera one last hug before rushing out the door, Laton cowering from Dinkera's slightly murderous glare.
Dinkera Candler, District Six: Lesbian, but has some of the Career traits. Small-medium threat.
Mick Lynch, District Seven: Very nice and friendly, kind guy. Doesn't look murderous, lost his father. Small threat.
Emily Cross, District Seven: Pretty nice with a sprinkle of toughness. Minor anger problem. Reminds me of Elana for some reason. Huh. Medium threat.
Kellen Delaney, District Eight: My male tribute. Reminds me of Jack. Fuck, why do most of these tributes remind me of last year's tributes? Shy and curious. Wonder if he's fast on his feet...
Ravella Tasullu, the female for Eight, one of my tributes appears on my screen. Her older brother and sister tackle her into a hug, the three siblings tumbling to the ground, and I chuckle slightly at the warm family embrace before the thought of the Hunger Games set in again. Her parents just sit on the velvet chairs, grieving like they've already lost her.
"Mom, don't worry; I'll try my best." Ravella says, sitting beside her mother. She only smiles at her youngest child and helps Ravella smooth down her red and black plaid dress.
Her father clears his throat, and bends down to give her a hug. "I love you sweetheart." He whispers, kissing her forehead and walking out the door quickly like he couldn't stand it anymore.
Her older brother sighs and hands his youngest sister a piece of cloth. The camera zooms in closer and I see messy stitches making a RT. He laughs nervously as his siters inspect his handiwork. "Uh, yeah, it looks horrible, nothing like the ones you guys make, but I thought it would be cool for you girls to have a hankerchief...yeah. You know, after I kick all your potiential boyfriends' asses!" He finishes off, grinning, and reminding me of a crazy lunatic. "No one touches my sisters!"
The older sister rolls her eyes at her brother, giving Ravella a tired smile. "It's the thought that counts right?" She responds, giggling slightly at their idiot of a brother trying to show off his boxing skills, but I have a feeling he doesn't really have any.
Ravella laughs, hugging her brother. "Thanks so much Luis! I'll keep it forever!" She pokes him. "And you might wanna stop embarrassing yourself."
He rolls his eyes at his sisters' giggling as Peacekeepers come in to usher the family out and bring in who I suspect are Ravella's friends. Her mom gives her a weak smile and drags the two siblings behind her as they laugh at Luis.
"Raveeeeeellllaaaa! You can't leave me with them!" A short girl with chocolate hair whines, pointing to the two boys trailing behind her. The girl pouts as she directs Ravella's attention to the boy with dark grey eyes. "I mean, Jars always fucking annoys meeee!"
The gray-eyed boy, Jars shakes his head and in return points back at the girl. "Uh, Dina whines like a baby! Someone has to fucking shut her up!"
"Uh, can you tone down on the swearing a little bit?" Kellen, the male tribute sitting on the opposite side of the room says, his eyes filled with fear at the sight of Jars.
Jars rolls his eyes. "Yeah, Delaney, we'll shut up." He turns to the other boy. "Right Civust?"
Civust grins. "'Course man! Don't need to be scared of us!" He looks at Ravella. "Vell, win the damn thing, ok?"
She stares at him, uncertain. "Do you really think-"
"Ravella, you'll do fine. I promise." Jars cuts in, sighing. Seeing the uncertainty still lurking in her eyes, he sits down beside her and puts his arm over her shoulder. "Vell, you're like my lil' sis, so I don't like seeing you this way. You're gonna have all of us cheering you on, so no more of this insecurity shit, understand?" He says softly, smiling.
Ravella looks up at him and nods. "OK." She whispers back.
Jars grins at her. "Good. Now go kick some Career butt!"
"Just do what you and Dina do to sneak up on us." Civust advises, shaking his head and wincing. "I swear, I think my hair still smells like honey."
Dina laughs and the Peacekeepers kick them out, saying that the hour's up.
Ravella Tasullu, District Eight: Sweet girl, but slightly insecure. Light on her feet, can sneak around, if that's what Civust is implying. Should do pretty well if she can hide and identify plants.
Aedan Carter from District Nine flashes on, and I see his family gathered around him. He comes from the strangest Nine family, as both his parents and his older sister are victors, so that doesn't help my tributes too much. His father grins proudly as he slaps his son on the back good-naturally, congratulating him. "Make us proud." He says, and continues braggin about how he brought District Nine so many victors. It's true-out of the 100 Hunger Games we've been in so far, District Nine has had six victors: some lady who died twenty years ago, and won the 10th Hunger Games, a really old guy who won the 23rd Games, Olla Joyson who won the 77th Hunger Games, and Aedan's family.
"Oh, son, I knew you would volunteer some day." His mother chirps happily, squeezing him. He rolls his eyes slightly, but smiles as he returns the hug. "I'll make you guys proud." He promises. "I'm going to win."
His sister scoffs. "Of course you'll win! You're practically a Career!" She exclaims, rolling her eyes. "You better clean your room when you get back." She reminds him, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
Aedan waves his hand at his sister, silencing her. "Whatever sis. See you guys later." He says as he sees a boy his age, probably his best friend, emerge from the entrance. With a few more hugs from his family and a "promise to clean your room!" from his sister, the rest of the Carter family exits, and a boy I vaguely remember seeing high-fives Aedan.
"Hey Jack." Aedan says, grinning. "Came to wish me luck?" As I look closer at the boy named Jack, I see him looking very much like the girl from Nine who died in the 96th Hunger Games, and killed by the District One victor, Glimmer Live.
Jack smirks. "You don't need luck; you're stronger than most of the tributes anyway. Just do your job and avenge my sister. Kill anyone from the Careers, especially the One girl." His face darkens. "That bitch Glimmer Live killed my sister and won the Games." My assumptions are proved correct and the boy Jack is indeed related to the Mia girl from the 96th Games. But why is Aedan so intent on avenging her as well, so much that he would volunteer?
Aedan shrugs. "Sure, whatever."
Jack sighs and takes something out of his pocket. The camera zooms in closer and I can make out a oong silver necklace with a...rose? He hands the necklace to Aedan, who grips it tightly, his eyes sad. "This is my sister's token, so I want you to have it as your token as well. Whenever you feel like this whole thing is pointless, just look at that and know that you're there to avenge my sister." I raise my eyebrow as I think about this. Did Aedan like Mia or something? Because a regular guy wouldn't throw his life away for his best friend's dead sister.
Staring at the necklace one last time, Aedan slowly puts it in his pocket and looks up at Jack. "Thanks man." He says quietly, probably knowing that it was hard for Jack to give up something of his sister's.
Jack smiles weakly as he pumps fists with his best friend. "No prob man. Win."
The Peacekeepers show up and say that time is up, and with one last goofy face, the two boys seperate and Aedan goes back to staring at the necklace.
Aedan Carter, District Nine: Somewhat nice, but apparently is like a Career. Comes from a strong line of victors, so will know a thing or two. Might have had feelings from Mia, dead tribute from 96th Games. Here to avenge her. Big threat.
Cecania Baldwinn, District Nine: Too pure and innocent to be in the Games. After all, she only thirteen! And so small-looking, like she could die if someone blew hard enough. Small threat. I hope that when and if she dies, it's the quickest death they have to offer.
Sheppard Cavanaugh, District Ten: Volunteered to be in the Games with his sister. Dedicated to family and seems ready to win and get back to his family. Like everyone else here. Medium threat.
July Oxbridge, District Ten: Volunteered for Sheppard's sister. Seems weak and very emotional. Small threat.
Quillith Fletcher, District Eleven: Strong and determined. Volunteered to win some money for his family. Big threat.
Minerva Kendrick, District Eleven: Shy but volunteered, so that's interesting. Somewhat clueless, as that boy, Augustus, is it, obviously is in love with her, but the girl just acts like he's her brother. Small-semi-medium threat.
Jayce Alieer, District Twelve: Kaden's unknown older brother. What the hell? Volunteers because he's guilty or some shit like that. Too late Alieer-your brother's dead and now you feel guilty? I didn't exactly like the kid, but he didn't deserve to die. Seems stronger than Kaden. Medium threat.
Astra Anemone, District Twelve: Scared and nervous like any normal twelve-year-old. Has a messed-up mother. Small threat.
Thorne Zalden, District Thirteen: Came out of jail recently. Quiet but pretty kind and nice to family and friends. Couldn't believe he was robbed of his life again. Medium threat.
Kestrel Sorion, District Thirteen: Also just came out of jail. Cold and cruel, basically a Career. There's a lot of Career-like people this year. Volunteered, but just got out of jail which the Capitol put her in. Makes no sense whatsoever. Big threat.
Rett Corning, District Fourteen: Cold and rude. Typical Career. Somewhat like Cato from the 74th Games and Warren from last year's Games. Pretty strong. Big threat.
The final tribute of the 101st Hunger Games, Aliana Jolgen, finally appears on the screen. She sits quietly on a black velvet chair, sighing. Luxury Journeys, the District Fourteen mentor from One walks in. "Girl, where your family?" She asks, looking around. The camera zooms around and I see no one entering.
Aliana smiles weaking. "All back in Four. I got shoved in the crowd leaving to Fourteen, and when I tried to get out, a Peacekeeper told me I had to go, so here I am." She says, her brown eyes filled with determination. "I'm going to try and win this so I can go home, or bring my family here. It's actually not that bad."
Luxury grins. "That's the spirit darling! You have the best chance there is!"
Aliana smiles, geniunely this time. "Yeah, thanks." Than she gasps, and the camera follows her gaze and I see a boy opening the door. "But..." She stutters.
Luxury looks at her with concern. "What's wrong? You know that kid girl?"
Aliana nods. "Can you please kick him out?" She says, trying to escape, but Luxury hold her back.
Luxury looks at her, slightly amused as she continues to block the exit. "If you know the boy, why don't you talk to him. Do you like him girl?" She wonders, looking at Aliana.
As soon as the mentor utters those words, Aliana's eyes are filled with disgust. "Uh, no! Just get him out Luxury!"
Laughing, Luxury whispers to a nearby Peacekeeper and he drags the boy out. The poor kid looks over his shoulder shouting, "What the hell Aliana!"
Said girl is about to sit down when something in the window catches her eye. Outside, a group of girls are gathered together, holding signs. GOOO FOURTEEN! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A VICTOR THIS YEAR! YOU CAN DO IT RETT! A girl with long blonde hair smirks at Aliana and points at a note in her hand. Poor girl, she doesn't stand a chance against the awesome Rett, it reads.
Aliana turns to Rett and sees him with a cold smile on his face. Laughing bitterly, she sits down on the black velvet chair as she turns to Luxury. "They're having a parade celebrating my death. Don't I feel special?" She sighs.
"Aliana, it's-" Luxury begins.
"I just want to stop fighting and move on, live my life." Aliana mumbles, interrupting Luxury.
The mentor sits beside her and whispers to the Peacekeeper. A few minutes later, the girls are covered in mud and a fishy smell enters the building from the front door, seeing that Rett's face scrunches up in a grimace as he blames fish.
Aliana Jolgen, District Fourteen: A girl from Four that accidently got shoved into a hovercraft to Fourteen. Very determined to win this. Has friend she is avoiding, is somewhat teased and pitied. Girls are basically celebrating her death. Who does that? Medium threat.
Here is what I came up with in a month. Aliana's was a bit rushed, as I actually wrote a different one, but it didn't save. :( Oh well. The train rides will be split in two chapters, like last time, but the POV lengths will vary, due to my patience and what is happening. I honestly want to get to the Games, but I'll do my best to write these chapters well, as they're important for the alliances and romances. The trains will be mixed-up, unlike last time and the District One tributes could be on the same train as the District Twelve tributes. We'll see. And as for my other SYOT story, I'll try to get that updated as soon as I can, but PartyCheese and I aren't going to the same school anymore. :( But I'm gonna contact him soon and get the District Twelve reaping!
And now, if there's still anyone here, please review and tell me your thoughts!
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