Thank you for all your tributes. Also can someone please explain to me how to get guest reviews to appear with the other reviews. I have a whole load and they appear in my email but I can't get them here!
Anyway, thank you for your tributes. Six of them do have to die in the bloodbath though, just remember that. I'm sorry if yours dies. I really am. The more detail your tribute is in and how much depth they have so on will determine their chances of survival. Also I'm going to be doing points so these are how you can earn them:
Reviews:(10 with an account and 5 with a guest account) You must say for which tribute
Training sessions: Points equal points (does that make sense?)
Corrections: pointing out any mistakes I've made through PM or review will give you 5 points
Submitting an idea: 5 points
Random points for things you cant control like where they sleep, allies, etc.: 1-10 points
Your tribute clothes ideas:10-50 points
The basic personality detail of your tribute(If its the same as many others not very good): 1-anything
My point system is a little different to most. It's the tributes points, not yours, you can earn points for other tributes. The tributes points determine their chances of survival. When I decide one must die, it will be the one with the least points. So, who knows, Lillith might survive longer than I wish her to.
If you PM me you can request points be given to other tributes. Yours does not lose any. Okay, if you want to know your tributes points please just ask me and I will PM them to you or put them at the next chapter(guest or not). I have around 4 of the bloodbath victims already.
I will wait around two more days for tributes then I will fill in the gaps myself. You can submit more than one tribute! So... The district... 6 tributes:
Chapter 3: The District 6 Reaping Arthur Micheals POV
The cereal was dry in my mouth. I tried to swallow and ended up collapsing on the table in a coughing fit. My mother glanced at me sadly while she tried to spoon breakfast into Tommy's mouth. Tommy was my younger brother and at only 4 was protected from the reaping. The dirty clothes I was wearing were dirty enough so I decided to go to the cave.
The front door slammed behind me in the wind, it's metal border screeched against the door frame which was also metal. My practiced feet followed the familiar path easily. I'd been here often. The cave had overgrown with weeds in the 4 years since we'd first been here. I could almost imagine here sitting beside me like it'd never happened. "If only." I whispered under my breath. I stroked the grass where she'd sat before we'd gone in.
I looked at my watch. It was still a few hours until the reaping so I decided to get some rest. The grass was soft and I was a fair way away from the cave mouth.
The dream came to me quickly, like it always did. I saw my 12-year-old self and Bethany walk into the cave. I followed them and watched Bethany as her foot rested on the ground beside the scorpion. I saw it sting her, her face contort with pain and her little body fall to the ground. Her innocent face began to swell up like a balloon within seconds. My younger self turned at the sounds of her gasping for air and rushed to her side. He rushed her out of the cave system and tried to get her into the town in a hope of survival. Tears were on my own young wild eyes.
I woke lying flat on my back, my fingers clutched the red satin ribbon around my bicep. Bethany had died just before I had gotten her to the town. At the memorial no one cried more than me. The red ribbon was hers. I took it out of her hair before they closed her casket I slid the hair ribbon out of her hair and since then it's been worn around my arm. I looked at the watch on my other wrist I only had half an hour until the reaping.
I sprinted down the hill and arrived at my house only panting a little. My mother pointed to my reaping shirt and trousers hanging on a chair and went to change. My shirt was a button up polo and my trousers were the standard district ones. I slipped a few tools into my belt loop for comfort.
My whole family which consisted of my father, my mother and Tommy went down to the reaping together but I was the only one who went down past the fence. "Where's he going?" Tommy asked my mother. I smiled imagining the scene behind me.
I couldn't find any of my friends in the roped section I was supposed to be in so I stood on my own. The District 6 Escort: Mully Belle stepped to the front of the stage. Her eyes were made scarily big through some fancy Capitol surgery and her cheeks where died purple. Just another of the Capitols stupidity. She played the video for the Hunger Games and everyone watched through protocol. When it was finally over along with the anthem, Mully squeaked in a weird high pitched voice,"Ladies go first and the gentle men will wait." I sighed and looked down at my feet, just some other poor girl sent to her death. "Agari Smythe!" she squeaked, "Come up quickly dear!"
A bored looking girl around the age of 17 walked straight up onto the stage. She kept her head down and tried to hide her expression behind her blunt brown fringe but I could see her whole body shaking. She stood behind Mully and her eyes drifted to what must have been her family.
"Now for the young boys!" Mully trilled, grabbing a slip of paper, "Nieil Hendri" A scream sounded from the back of the crowd and a young mother and father rushed forward. A young boy around 12 rushed to them and they held him tight. They were all sobbing and shrieking knowing it was the boys death sentence. Three guards stepped forward to prise him away from his weeping parents. They dragged the boy kicking and screaming towards the front. He had barely passed me when I raised my chin and rushed onto the stage.
"I volunteer!" I bellowed over the boys screams, "I volunteer, let the boy go back to his family."
There were gasps of shock from the crowd and a stunned silence followed the boys release. Rules were rules, I'd volunteered. Mully smiled at me and the girl Agari shifted her gaze to me. "What's your name, volunteer?" Mully asked a creepy leer on her unnatural capitol face.
"Arthur." I announced, "Arthur Micheals." I stared at her defiantly through my sturdy glasses. I looked back down at the boy I'd volunteered for. I nodded and smiled at him and glanced his mother mouth "Thank you" to me.
"Well done then, Arthur." Mully said almost sadly, "The District 6 tributes everyone!"
We were half led half shoved off the stage and into back rooms where we waited for our families to visit us.
I'm going to end this chapter there because I'm tired and I promised this would be up tonight, and I hate writing the farewells. It's hard to make them all different. I would like suggestions for which district to do next.
I'm also going to write another tribute because I've had a good, evil idea. That doesn't make sense? Well, it will soon...