AN: hey guys! done with the writers block right now :) hopefully it will stay that way. wrapping up reapings right now cause they'rs killing me. the author can't stand it, and I actually have the arena in my head! need to tell you all that I will be at camp, but will update in a notebook, and then upload it and or rype it on here. srry. Severely apologize about that, also any spelling mistakes. Just defeated KotOR 1 so I had some new ideas :)
Here it is, sorry for rambling- dont own THG (the disclaimer is over with)
John "Tore"
District 6 Age 16
Outcast
John had fought for years for this moment. This second in time to be on a stage, to be recognized. he wasn't horrified, to be sure, but his brother, Scotty was.
Shit happened, but this? Jon being reaped was inevitable.
He had raised his brother and him all his life. They were orphans, after all, used to fend for themselves. He had stolen, pick pocketed and scavenged for years, he was an outcast.
John had hoped that his brother wasn't. Even if he had taught Scotty everything he knew. Scotty wasn't like him at all, he had actual natural looking eyes, for starters. Scotty wasn't cynical or brooding or silent. He hadn't been hit as hard with the loss of his parents. Scotty never knew them.
John was three years his senior. He could be classified as a ruffian, or a loner, or just (if anyone saw anything in him) troubled. John had the most unnatural colored eyes. It was not a pleasing feature, none of him was. They were violet, really.
But,if you stared too long, or got him angry... Crimson. The color of blood, John had seen that too often, defending himself with a knife, or a hatchet. At the age of 11 he had crafted a striking weapon. A dual blade staff with a wicked design in the center.
John carried it everywhere, used it to defend himself and Scotty. Scotty, with his curly blonde hair and horrid accent, named it. John had it grown on him, he loved the name, for it was catchy.
"Arist'al" or mostly known as "Darksinger".
John walked into the Justice Building, shaking himself out of the memory. His violet streaked hair, windblown and shaggy, was pure white. It grew in that way, which was creepy. John only laughed when his excuse of a escort asked him if he dyed it.
John responded to the orange haired man, Jeniks Sqabb, he thought...
"No dying this. We don't have the money to use it on so selfish things." He practically growled.
A chiming, soft child's laugh broke the silence. For Jeniks was beet red and fuming. It was amusing, for John didn't believe that the child was even afraid of him.
She was small for a tribute, even at 12 she was only four feet five- with olive skin, barely shoulder length, ink colored, straight black hair and piercing light green eyes. Scotty had sure seen her before. But the infamous, hated outcast of a brother?
John didn't even know her, couldn't find her name. The chiming laugh died down, and the girl stared at him wide eyed. He knew her fate, he pitied this girl, whatever her name was.
Later, they were called to dinner, John retracted Darksinger into his pocket. His trusty staff was still with him, as a token- in this form it seemed to be a charm or something. John knew that the etching on the metal was for something, he smirked.
No one had ever thought to bring a weapon as their token. John hoped it worked.
Hope never was on his side, he wished that it did just this once. he stretched his limber form, compact muscle and shown bones relaxing. At dinner, he sat next to the girl, who just stared at the food.
The tributes both didn't touch any of it, the display made John sick with malice. Until the lone victor of district six told them one thing.
"Eat. It's the Hunger Games for a reason." Surik chided them. John and the girl complied, eating until they were full.
After, they watched the pre-reaping crap (John's opinion.) Head Gamemaker Liara Likan, slender, attractive, cold, calculative, blue skinned matching hair freak gave little clues on the arena.
"It will be a challenge, for them." Liara sneered, just like a Career. The girl looked at John, he asked her softly,
"I forgot your name already, Bells." He murmurred softly.
She responded, "That's alright. My name is LuLu Besaid. "
"Can I call you Lu?"
"Sure," Lu paused, "Can I call you Tore?"
"It's John, but sure." He turned back to the T.V, lost in thought as he observed.
District One looked dumb and deadly as usual, especially the female- He found her name: Jade.
District Two was interesting, the girl wasn't a Career, at least by personality, but she was going to win- she was determined. John decided that he would ally with her out of all people.
Three and Five were not completely hopeless. Four was hell on wheels for the outer districts. Sean was strong, but arrogant. And Pearl...
John hated her, distrusted her completely.
They were up next, the commentators spoke on his appearance, he ignored it.
Seven was also interesting, the boy tall as hell, the girl willowy and defiant. John would befriend her instantly, he knew, for she probably hated the damn Capitol almost as much as he did.
Almost, but not quite.
Eight was lost on him, both wouldn't survive the bloodbath.
Nine. However- they had a fresh victor from last year- Rye Deshram and could use the training for the tributes. The girl looked abused, but sheltered and kind. John felt for her too.
Ten passed his mind, he was looking at Lu. Only a child,and they've given her a death sentence. John scowled, even angrier at the Capitol.
Eleven had Uhura stick to him, for her name was unique and she seemed distraught. John guessed that she had a huge family or something.
Twelve was hopeless. Completely. Lark, the Seam girl with brown hair and fearful grey eyes looked alot like Lu. John wondered if she could survive at all...
Lu looked around at the others and ran to her room, letting out a sob. She was terrified.
John opened her door, his violet eyes lashed in concern.
"Lu?"
"Tore?" She croaked.
John sat on her bed, Lu sat up and attached herself to him, sobbing.
"I don't want to die! I dont wanna-"
"Shush-" He tried to calm the child, soothe her, at least.
"Do you know the outcast song?" He asked
She nodded
He sung, rocking her gently and she joined him after the first couple of words.
"Since I can remember, guess I been a problem
Never had a filter, never been the popular one
To sugar coat what I know is undeniable
I just can't hide it, I wear it like a letter
Everywhere I go, everyone is talking
I can feel them staring, they hope I'm just pretending
And giving up my power, caving into pressure
I'm not living for them, I live for something better
I'm not good enough, I'm not what they want
But let me tell you what, I know who I am
So just throw me out for not fitting in
I will stand my ground and be an outcast
So what if I'm an outcast?
So what if I'm an outcast?
So what if I don't look the part I'm supposed to play
What if I don't follow all the rules they make
They think I should be perfect, they love it when I mess up
No grace in case I blow it, a good girl shouldn't need it
I'm not good enough, I'm not what they want
But let me tell you what, I know who I am
So just throw me out for not fitting in
I will stand my ground and be an outcast
So what if I'm an outcast
So what if I'm an outcast
So slow and everybody's so fast
So what if I'm an outcast?
I try to play nice, I don't want to fight
But I won't be great when it sounds like I'm right
'Cause what I believe is what makes me strong
If I don't belong, I hold onto love
I try to play nice, I don't want to fight
But I won't be great when it sounds like I'm right
'Cause what I believe is what makes me strong
If I don't belong, I hold onto love
So what if I'm an outcast?
So what if I'm an outcast?
So slow and everybody's so fast
No matter what it costs I'll be an outcast
I'm not good enough, I'm not what they want
But let me tell you what, I know who I am
So just throw me out for I'm not fitting in
I will stand my ground and be an outcast
I'm not good enough, I'm not what they want
And let me tell you what, I know who I am
So just throw me out, I'm not fitting in
I will stand my ground and be an outcast" (OutKast by Kerrie Roberts)
John stayed there, Lu pressed against his chest. He was happy that he had helped the girl, for the song-it explained his life. He knew that it was from another time. John smiled at the girl, Lu shivered. John slowly kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned a couple buttons off his dress shirt. He pulled the blanket over them, and slept a dreamless sleep, wary of the last few days of his life...