The Tribute on Fire discussion

"Ladies and gentelmen I give you the winners of the 74th annual Hunger Games!"

Here is where the past victors will be posted...


NOTE: This is NOT a chat thread. Nothing but the past victors may be posted here.

Arena 1: Asher Jago Forrest, District 8

Last Moments:
"I'm sorry." Minny said.

Then she plunged the knife in her chest.

Minny sunk to her knees, gripping the knife she had so keenly plunged into her chest. Black spots evaded her vision but she managed to get back up and stagger over to Jago.

She had one final thing to say.

"Remember.....," she coughed and continues with difficulty. "When we where in the training room. And....and we were painting. And I painted the star on your forehead." With difficulty Minny reaches for his bag, and without permission extracts a jar of yellow paint he has. She dips her fingers into it and paints a shaky star on his forehead.

"Jago, promise me you'll live life to the fullest," Minny was speaking quickly now. She only had a few more seconds. "And conti- continue painting. And say hello to your sister for me."

One more gift.

With difficulty she unclasps her locket and places it between Jago's two hands."Promise me you'll wear it."

She coughs up blood and then falls back. It seems like it takes ages to fall. Minny remembers things. Cooking with her mom, reading, sitting on her father's lap.

"Bye." She whispers.

The cannon booms and the girl from five is gone.

Jago stood still. Frozen, then, after the announcement had sounded, he rushed forward. "Minny?" He whispered. He touched his forehead lightly, tears running down his face. He tied the locket around his neck. "I promise," he whispered. "I'm sorry. Goodbye, Minny." He kissed the girl's forehead softly. He didn't want her sacrifise to go unsung. He didn't. Not at all. They would have to be broadcasting his winning moment live. He kissed her forehead again, and looked into the sky.

He was crying, but his voice was soft and strong. "You filthy monsters. A little girl!"

Jago turned to the girl. He pushed his arms underneath her legs and arms, and lifted her. She was curled up, and her eyes were barely shut, whimsical. He moved her away from the blood on the ground, and away from the death. He lightly set her in the small grassy park area, next to the swing set and little violets and bluebell flowers. He then got out his paints. And began.

It started with her feet. He heard the whirring hovercraft, but perhaps the Capitol also wanted to see what he was doing. He began swirling green and blue in a rich aqua that formed swirls of flowers and water. He moved to her hands, and painted white and silver and yellow shining stars, a a snow white pearly moon. On the opposite hand was a butter yellow sun, a color that reminded Jago of her smile and laugh. Jago painted her cheeks and neck and nose and lips and ears and shirt full of stars, many, so, so, many. Then, in a last, tearful gesture, he painted a singular yellow star on her forehead, and laid a blue flower on her cheek.

"Goodbye, Minny, bright star.

Arena 2: Hazel Lynn Nash, District 1

Last Moments:
Lake smiled at the beautiful voice singing to her. And when it was silent, and all was sweet and good, she whispered, "Try for happiness... for me. And tell them all how much I love them... And... and..." her eyes fluttered, but she kept them open. "It's not th-that bad, really. Like sleeping." She noticed that she was still clutching her precious dandelion. She somehow focused on it, and stared for a second, nt noticing the pearly tear that dripping into the remenant pile of her token-- turning the sand dark, mixing with the blood and shells and glass. She brought the dandelion close, and blew. Hard. A last breathe, one last breathe. And then her wished floated away, into the win and Hazel's hair, and her breathe was still, and her smiling faze sort of faded, just a bit. Her hand dropped to her bloody chest, and then it was done. It was over.

And then the cannon mourned her and her lovely white dandelion seeds, who flew free at last.

"I will," Hazel promised, the tears falling uncontrollably. She didn't want Lake to go, she couldn't stand to see her die. She remembered the girl from the training center, then the one she had jumped out from behind in the arena, when she could have easily killed her. Yet she didn't. She didn't kill Lake, even after all of the times she could have. Just thinking about her made Hazel's tears fall faster, dropping onto Lake's now cold skin. Her cannon boomed and Hazel slumped over her friend's body, her victory not as glorious as she had imagined when she was younger. She stayed that way, in a huddled mass of tears and grief, a piece of paper in her fist that was clenched so tight they might have had to break her fingers to get her to release it. The hovercraft lowered itself to retrieve her, the ladder first, and, when she refused to move, the claw next. She screamed as they lifted her out of the arena, regardless of the fanfares in the background.