QUEENOFTHEBUTTERFLIES
GALACTIC GAMES
FIDDLESTICKS
*- Quill Harem -*
"Why you son of a –"
"Now, now, Giella," I cue, tucking my finger under her chin. She pulls her face away in shame, as I knew she would. "You wouldn't want this," I say, pulling a special disk out of jacket pocket. "Leaking out, would you?" She tries to shove away from me, but I won't take any of it. "You're going to behave. And that means playing by my rules. Understand?"
Hesitantly, she nods. "Good girl. Now… for your first task…" I walk towards her desk, allowing a bit of anticipation to cloud the air before I speak again, "rehire Optum."
"What? You can't honestly expect me to do that! He-he made mockery of the Games. Of me. Of you. He failed us all!"
"You have to fail many times to succeed, my dear," I respond, turning back to her. Oh, how I love the look on her face when she's agitated. She scowls, but I know I'll get my way. I always do. It's how I've made it this far.
"Fine," she spits. I pull my handkerchief out of my pocket and wipe my face. "But next year's tributes are obviously going to see the performance. And they'll make a fool of him again. He's no good."
"I didn't ask for your opinion on him. I just told you to rehire him." With that, I walk out. I need to check on the tributes. I need to see how my Nessie is doing. It took long enough to make it to Madam President's house, and even longer to make it through the security system. Why is there such strong protection for such a weak woman?
But at least this time, I'm able to transport out. One of her guards rudely grabs me by the shoulder, and I have to push him off. I don't want his filthy fingers to smudge my suit.
He simply shrugs it off, as if it's happened before. I can feel my malice towards him rising; you don't just shrug off Quill Harem. No – you're afraid of Quill Harem. Quill Harem shrugs you off.
Quill Harem gets what he wants.
Oh, lucky me – I'm Quill Harem.
*- Ronom Tunre -*
Ronom does not like walking on ropes. Ropes are small, and Ronom's feet are big. Leader Avi told Ronom to grab the rope with his hands and feet and crawl upside-down. Ronom does not like crawling upside-down, either. Ronom's back got wet because it touched the water when Ronom crawled. Leader Avi said Ronom was doing a good job. That made Ronom happy.
Ronom had to carry bags, too. Ronom did not want to crawl on the rope again, so Ronom carried all the bags at one time. The bags were heavy.
When Ronom made it to the other side, Ronom gave Leader Avi her clothes tried to pull the rope back to the side Ronom was on. The rope did not want to let go. Ronom had to pull very hard.
The rope was finally nice to Ronom and came off. Then Ronom tied the rope in a very pretty circle and put it in the bag. After Ronom did that, Leader Avi said it was time to keep moving. Ronom agreed. Ronom wanted water, but Ronom's water was not clean yet. That made Ronom sad. But when Ronom saw a tree, Ronom got very happy. Ronom pointed at the tree so Leader Avi could see it.
The tree was small, and it was by itself. Ronom wanted to hug the tree to make it feel happy. Ronom wanted the tree to have friends.
Leader Avi said that more trees were probably somewhere nearby.
Ronom likes trees.
*- Beltross Coven -*
Alright, now that that's over with…
God, it was hard getting out of that. What were the Gamemakers thinking with this transporter business, anyways? You go out to find some berries, and BAMMO – the next thing you know, you're stuck in a net. It took me hours to get out of that! Maybe another tribute planted it in hopes of a Ross Sandwich. Well, unfortunately for them, I don't make a very tasty meal.
And, of course, there's Avi… She's totally going to think that I've dissed her. Great – that's just great, Ross. Had to get yourself sucked down a transporter, didn't you? And now you're stuck in the middle of some Godforsaken forest with no food, no water, and no friends.
Ok, well, maybe I have a little bit of food. But just barely enough to last me through today. And I need some water. Or a cow. Milk goes better with everything, anyways.
Idea! Someone must have set this trap. And that means that they're going to come back to look at it… And if they set this trap, they're going to have other traps, and that means food! And maybe some water. Who knows? Yes! I'm brilliant. Now… all I have to do is wait…
*- Twilgi Osa -*
Sugar, sugar, fudge, fiddlesticks, sugar.
My trap is broken.
Maybe you didn't hear me right – my trap is broken. This sucks. With a capitol S-U-C-K-S. Sucks. I'm hungry. Like, really hungry. My tummy is making the rumblies here, and my only trap has been broken. So now I have a question – who the hello broke it? I set it above this transporter for a reason. Actually, I haven't made a habit out of eating people… yet. But you never know – they could be useful.
I was hoping to catch something good, like a Career. Easy enough to kill. I mean, you wouldn't feel guilty about it, right?
Right.
So… we're back to this whole sucking thing. And now that I know somebody's out there, I'm going to be looking behind my back at every turn, terrified out of my mind.
Fiddlesticks.
*- Massika Krabbitin -*
"Alright. She's fine. She and Ronom are heading for the forest. Big whoop."
"Well, you were pretty worried for a while, Massi."
"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" I snap, pushing my chair in the direction of the other monitor. We've been paying too much attention to Avoria. Even though she obviously stands the better chance of the two, we can't neglect Beltross. Not like my mentor neglected me. He died of old age a year ago, but I didn't cry. At all. He kept telling me that I was a worthless girl; that Planet 3's only hope for victory came from Zeno, my 'partner'. Well, Zeno died. By my hand.
Jobain was nice enough, but he was weak. At least Cosso was strong, albeit old.
Selfish bastard.
"What's Ross been up to?" Jobain asks, changing his interest. I suppose he doesn't want to get into another debate about why I don't like being called Massi. Good.
"See for yourself." It comes out more pleasant than I mean for it to, but a shrug and a glare clear up any miscommunication.
"He's just… waiting."
"Yeah, well, so is the girl from 9."
"What do you think will happen?"
"How should I know?" I respond, raising my eyebrows. "Anything is a possibility."
*- Kipei Matlh –*
"We need to get moving."
"And where, Ms. Brainiac, are we supposed to go?"
"I don't know, Mr. I Wanna Be Leader. Why don't you tell me? All I know is that I'm tired of waiting around!" I stomp my feet for affect, but Anson just sneers. I pounce at him, my claws raised and my teeth ready to chomp, but he just sweeps his hand out and knocks me down in one blow. Again. It would hurt if I could still feel pain in my stomach.
I just tumble backwards, rolling until I can land gracefully on my feet. I've probably scuffed up my fur – damn it's whiteness. At least I'll be able to clean myself off later.
"And I'm tired of you. So get a grip and shut up."
I feel my claws sinking into my palms. Who the hell made him boss, anyways? Why not Xion, or Ashaba, or even me? But no. It just had to be Anson. God, I will tear my furry hands into his face and just –
"She's right, Anson," Lipra says, piping up from her perched position on the lip of the Cornucopia. She's no doubt whittling away at some useless object or another. "We need to get moving. We're Careers. We kill tributes. We can't do that if there aren't any tributes around for us to kill."
"Hey!" he yells, swinging the halberd in her direction. "I say how long we stay, and I say when we leave. Understood?"
"I was just saying –"
"Is that understood?"
"Perfectly."
"Good. Start packing up. We need to find some water, anyways."
I hope he dies in his sleep. And I hope that I'm the one who gets to kill him.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Psh! Yeah! ;D Marching band camp is OVER(: It was a WEEK of getting up at six, starting camp at eight, and ending at eight. -_- Gracious, did my feet HURT. xD I mean, people were passing out from lack out water, and everyone was sweating like pigs! But we SOUNDED really awesome! And when we got to doing out drills, we did pretty well, too… Although since we're playing The Simpsons, and I'm a sax player, I'm in the front for most of the first drill, so I really can't see anyone else, but… :D So I'm BACK. But the chapters are STILL going to be extended, because NOW I have to work on my Dragon*Con costume! UGH. xD My dad and I are making homemade steampunk guns! Our entire family (me, Mom, Dad, sister, nephew, sister, brother-in-law, niece! ^-^) is going steampunk! Woo! It's going to be awesome – I'm LOVING making this gun! I spent all day dissecting heart drives so that we could find pieces to use on it!
Oh, and guess what? MY ANT BITES ARE GONE! *hearts* But I have a bunch of blisters on the back of my neck from sweat combined with my neck strap for my sax, so... -_- I feel ugly. xD
Also, I hope you like the characters! ;D You got some new ones introduced. I like playing around with the multiple story lines. I mean, you've got Avi and Ronom's (sometimes continued by Massika and Jobain), and you've got Quill's (I really dislike him… xD), and now you've getting into Ross and Twilgi (obviously, they're going to meet… xD), and now Kipei! Yay! :D Anyone in particular you'd like to hear from? Laurali? Rilla (Ross's mom)? Another tribute? Anyways? :D Opinions? (BTW – my little dog is snoring right now, and it is SOOOOOO cute! ^-^)
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LASTLY! I've been developing the SYOT idea. It's kind of complicated and weird, but I'm trying to make it as user-friendly as possible! If you guys have any ideas, I'd love to hear 'em! Or if there's anything you wanna see… ;D And when would you guys like to see it up?
-QOTB-