A/N: Hi! I'm nearly starting my SYOT story, so here's one chance to submit. Here we go! We have girls for 1, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10, and 12 but all the slots otherwise are open. Submit, submit! :D
Full Name-
Age-
Gender-
Top 5 Districts You wanna be in from most wanted to least-
Abilities-
Appearance-
Good at-
Personality-
History-
Dies in bloodbath?-
Makes allies?-
OR you can be a sponsor to either your tribute, or one that you want to win. Here's the parachute gift shop!
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OR you can be a sponsor to either your tribute, or one that you want to win. Here's the parachute gift shop!
10 points- empty bottle or four arrows
15 points- book of ten matches or a small bow of thumbtacks or half a head of lettuce
20- sleeve of twenty crackers or a pair of warm mittens or two powdered meals or a jar of peanut butter, jam, or marmalade
30- ointment for burns or poison ivy or small bottle iodine or a pan
40- compass, knife blade, or filled water bottle or laxatives or a cold, wet cloth
50- large bottle iodine or full knife or bow
60- small backpack and mutt medication
70- dagger or a book on 'what food is not poisonous?'
80- large backpack or loaf of wheat bread with nuts or a gallon and filled water jug
90- a warm blanket or a large sword or body armor or any medicine
100- a tiny tent or a set of four knives or a sleeping bag
110- a feast of three apples, a bowl of soup, a salad, and a water bottle with a warm hat and twelve arrows
120- large tent
130- any three weapons of choice- large daggers, large spears, large knives, large swords, large bow…
140- first-aid kit, large tent, six knives, and a pair of hat and mittens
150- a feast of a whole chicken with vegetables and chocolate truffles for dessert plus a tent and blanket and sword.
Onward to the story!
The small group sat contentedly in silence, most basking in the glory of Marvel's praise. Thresh was wiggling a tooth, Glimmer was brushing her hair, Clove sharpened her knife on a rock, Peeta nibbled on some bread, Katniss rebraided her hair, Gale gave her a shoulder rub, Prim picked off her nail polish, Rory played Angry Pigeons, Kit applied mascara, Cato slashed a dead snake with a tiny sword, Johanna made a list of all the swear words she knew, Finnick tried to nap, Annie flirted with Marvel, Marvel flirted with Annie, Rue tried to give herself cornrows, Beetee tinkered with a watch, and Haymitch lie five feet away, passed out.
"This is getting boring," announced Rue to anyone and everyone. Finnick and Kit murmured their assent.
"Whose turn is it, anyways?" asked Rory, stretching.
"Well, we pretty much all got into that dare," Beetee replied, sliding his glasses up his nose, "but beforehand it was Odair and Mason's turn to spin the hatchet, but Marvel supposedly-"
"GET TO THE EFFING POINT," Clove screamed.
Beetee jumped.
"…Right."
"In other words, it's our turn. Let's go, Finnick," Johanna said, giving the axe a mighty turn. Finnick was asleep. Johanna snatched up Cato's tiny sword with only small protest and jabbed Finnick's shoulder. He jumped up, yelling.
"OW! Who the HELL did THAT? You HURT my CLAVICLE, Johanna, and my DOCTOR says it shouldn't be provoked!"
"You wouldn't wake up," she deadpanned. "We were seriously thinking of just slipping some nightlock into your mouth."
"HEY!" Kit protested.
Johanna swallowed. "Sorry."
The axe stopped. It was on Peeta and Clove.
"Have we done this yet?" asked Peeta, feverishly sweating. "Because I don't believe we've done this yet. Everybody else has but us. Oh God, I'm scared. Johanna's gonna give us a bad dare. Oh, God."
"Truth," Clove said lazily, clapping a hand over Peeta's mouth.
Johanna sneered. "Wimp."
Clove rolled her eyes. "Get on with it, already!"
"Um… Finnick?"
"You hurt my clavicle."
"Um… who would you most want to snog in this group and why?"
"Katniss!" Peeta said, his facial muscles relaxing.
"Um, not Cato for sure. The Gamemakers played that up wayyyyy too much. Maybe Thresh, Marvel? I'm not sure. One of those. Marvel, since he is rich, and Thresh since he's so down-to-earth."
With that, Clove spun the axe.
A/N: I'd like at least two more tributes? Or more? Thanks! : )