People, I did it! I completed the introductions (same as the reapings) for my third SYOT! I am so happy and I also finished it before Uni so I completed my goal. Now we get down to all the fun pre-game stuff.
Next is chariots and then an introduction to the mentors and then, training, which will be very different to what you are expecting but fun.
Right, so questions, just as I promised. Same as before, most are worth TWO points but some will be worth just a bit more.
-What ships do you have? (2 points)
-Who do you think is most likely to win? (2 points)
-Who do you think will be eliminated? (3 points)
-Who do you want to win? (2 points)
-Favorite Warrior? (2 points)
-(Through PM) Who do you want to pair for The Capitol party. Warriors can only go with Warriors. Sending in three tributes pairs or less (pairing up six different tributes) gets you ONE point. Sending in four to six tribute pairs gets you TWO points. Sending in five to nine tribute pairs gets you THREE points. Sending in ten to eleven tribute pairs gets you FOUR points. And pairing up all the tributes gets you SIX points.
It works on a popularity voting system. If three people vote for Grover to be with Belinda but four people vote for him to go with Ares, Grover goes to the party with Ares. So try and send in 12 pairs, even if some of them are stupid and for fun.
Oh, that's right, you can send same gender pairs as well. So basically go nuts but try and keep some realism as they have to ask the person they go with themselves.
So there you go, that is all the questions for today. I hope you enjoy our final two Warriors, Berik and Venus. I shall see you at the chariot rides!
Berik Mathews, District Twelve Male
"No criminals get past this bounty hunter!" a yellow haired man cheered, pointing to himself. The screen faded out, golden letters forming the words "Capitol Bounty" and the time the episode would be aired. An episode that Berik could never see but the advert excited him nonetheless. The action as the yellow haired bounty-hunter attacked the criminals, his gun hitting his target every time making him bounce.
As the tv finished it's advert break and reverted back to the Games, Berik turned to his mother with a large smile, his eyes shimmering. "I am going to be a bounty hunter too, one day!" he screamed with delight.
His mother, a young blonde girl with a warm appearance gave a smile. "I am sure you will," she said softly as she sewed some new buttons onto Berik's hand me down coat.
With a happy giggle, the young boy turned back to the screen, ignoring the pair of tributes walked back to back through the darkness. The Advert still played over in his head, the image of himself replacing the Capitol man.
10 Years Later...
Berik looked up at the image that was projected onto the grubby wall of the bar. The bartender followed his gaze and frowned as he placed a glass on the shelf next to him. Berik smiled, not that the man would have seen it, the boy's face covered by a thick balaclava and his hood hiding his signature blonde hair. Thankfully, for Berik, the bar was virtually empty aside from the bartender, a man playing the harmonica, Berik and his target.
"These fucking bounty hunters man, don't give a man a break," a green haired man scoffed from next to Berik, his blue, botox filled lips struggling to not let his beer slip past them. Berik gave a small tongue click as he pulled his whiskey closer, glancing at the man with his sky blue eyes.
"Have they not managed to catch ya' yet?" he asked, one hand tracing the rim of the glass while the other moved to his belt.
"Nope," he chuckled, his golden eyes shining with pride. "Can not even find me-"
With the cocking of a gun and the sound of the bartender dropping his glass, Berik stood up and pointed his gun at the man, his balaclava falling to show a cool smirk. "Look, we don't want any trouble, Mr. Mathews," the bartender stuttered, holding up his hands in surrender.
Berik stepped forward spinning the startled man around and placing the gun against the back of his head. "Now, we are going to march your ass right up to the steps of the police station and I am going to get that juicy money," he grinned, his breath hot against the man's ear.
"Why do you need the money? you are a warrior," the man seethed. Berik just gave a small shrug in reply.
"A man has to have a hobby, right? Now move!" he growled, pushing the man on with the barrel of the gun. With a defeated groan the man complied, the musician holding the door open for the two as they exited the building.
As Berik told the man to turn the corner, he became increasingly worried about how well the man was complying. It happened from time to time, criminals being good sports as they were marched towards the jail. But it did not seem in character for such a wanted thief as Clarios who would just be turned into an Avox no doubt. Maybe the man was oblivious but even so, Berik should have known better than to answer his arm watch when it rang.
"Annie!" he cheered as the girls face appeared before him, forcing a small smile. As she opened her mouth to speak, Berik pinned Clarios up against the wall with his gun.
"Hello, Berik...where are you, Nero has been trying to reach you all day-"
"I have, erm, been busy."
"Then why did you answer me?" Annabella asked, crossing her arms as she awaited his answer. Because I love you and your face is much nicer to look at that Nero's Berik thought as he tried to think up an answer.
As he went to open his mouth, Clarios did a sharp turn, snatching the gun out of Berik's hand and kicking him in the groin.
"Berik!" Annabella shouted as she watched from her end of the screen as Berik fell down into the fetal position.
"I gotta go," Berik whimpered as he turned his watch off, the sound of gun shots shaking the small side street in front of him. "You are doing great honey," he sighed to himself, stumbling to his feet.
Venus Atwood, District Twelve Female
A six-year-old Venus Atwood looked out over the crowd that had gathered for the announcement of the warrior. Her blue eyes glanced back over to her parents who frowned, hoping it would not be their daughter who had been chosen. They expected for their child to be removed from the running during the first day but she just kept going, coming out top in almost all of the tasks.
"Berik Mathews!" the escort called, a startled young boy being pushed forward, away from his parents who looked broken by their loss. Venus' parents understood their guilt. Times were hard in twelve, most of all for the Atwood family. They lost their eldest child and son, Tiberius, in the mines. In an attempt to feed their six children, the family was forced to put one of their children to volunteer just for the money. It was either Venus or her sister Lina. They went with choosing the elder of the two.
However, as Venus' name was called, a crushing guilt overcame them. Deep down they knew it was either they put their daughter forward or they starved but they couldn't help but hate themselves as they daughter was dragged away from them. They had signed their daughter up to die in ten years time and there was nothing they could do about it.
10 Years Later...
"I don't like this," Maurice whimpered as he fastened his seatbelt, his hands shaking. The small rust bucket of a car he was forced into to partake in such a "fun" activity not helping him along. Venus let out a small laugh as she adjusted her seat to be closer to her wheel.
"Come on, are you from District number One or District number none?" she cheered, her eyes full of adrenalin. Maurice's fear was now replaced with of confusion until Marzio popped between the seats, a large smile on his face.
"Come on Mauricie-"
"Don't call me that please, I just don't want to fucking die in a car crash!" he snapped, slamming his hands on the dashboard. The car fell silent as one of the panels fell off.
"Say's the dude who is about to go into The Hunger Games," Marzio scoffed. "Look, Venus would not have invited us if there was any chance of us being killed." Maurice looked towards the dark haired girl who shook her head.
"Yep, you are in safe hands kiddo!" she laughed, fist bumping Marzio. Maurice was not so sure how safe he felt in a destruction derby. The car wrecks around him, smoking in the midday heat. You're going to end up in one of those wrecks, Maurice roast for everyone! His thoughts screamed.
He was not even sure why he was here. Up until that day, Venus had not really interacted with him but randomly asked if he wanted to go for a "drive". Maurice had a nice, teenage drive down some dirt roads in mind, not a fast track to broken limbs.
"Live a little," Venus cheered as she pulled the keys out of her pocket. The whole thing was to test Maurice's endurance. It was originally Marzio's idea, the only person she would think about allying with. Maurice was a lone wolf, people had no clue about him. This was to test the nerve the boy had. It was looking good for the pair as the second Venus started to take off, Maurice gave a yelp, clawing at his chair.
Venus screamed in delight, at the strange rush being in such a dangerous situation, even if she had calculated the risks and knew it was safe. However, nothing could compare with the butterfly's she gained when she turned a corner, her body slamming into the door. It was made even better by Marzio's cheers and Maurice's girly screams.
When the car finally came to a stop after a seemingly endless barrage of beaters driven by similarly adrenaline high drivers, it's bodywork bent and broken within an inch of it's life, the roll cage being the only totally intact element, Maurice looked like he was about to be sick, his body shaking. He scowled when Marzio and Venus giggled at his reaction, Venus mimicking his high pitched screaming. "Racing not your thing, then?" Venus asked the green looking boy who shook his head.
"On the bright side, you only have to kill us in the arena, not race us," Marzio said in a playful tone.
The Warriors
District One:
Maurice Powers-16
Sunbeam Feyre-17
District Two:
Nero Anghal-17
Evelyn Spires -17
District Three:
Annabella Giada-17
Marzio Ottone-16
District Four:
Romilda Vasilios-17
Shelly Bereg-15
District Five:
Damon Romulus-16
Nathalie Sibylla-17
District Six:
Veyran Maverick-17
Loretta Moriko-17
District Seven:
Grover Lindall-17
Balina Abbot-17
District Eight:
Ares Walker-17
Coutille Harrow-15
District Nine:
Tore Dante-15
Janae Rayon-16
District Ten:
Belinda Herd-16
Pallas Narciso-17
District Eleven:
Vulcan Omiros-17
Clarissa Silvia-16
District Twelve:
Berik Mathews-17
Venus Atwood-16