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District: 5
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*sasha walked into the well lite room, and he promptly grabs a stool from a station and sits directly in front of the judges. His friendly smile is always on his handsome face, and as the judges either stare at him in wonder or eat and drink, he begins to talk profusely.* Hello gamemakers! I presume you already know this, but my name is Sasha, from district five. I know you will all be planning my death, but before then, I'd like to get to mow you! Even if you don't replie, I feel wonderful in the knowledge that you will know about me as you throw some death of sorts at me. *his grin stays in place because now he has all the judges attention, so he just keeps on talking. None of them respond, just gape at the gay teen who loves to be friendly. After ten minutes he has them laughing and talking back eagerly, as if they had known each other for years. If you had been watching it would have been like you were zero under by the tightest clique tut ever toned your school. When there is only a minute left, Sasha plays the simpathy card and starts crying about how he has a man back home who will never see him again, and soon half of the game makers are bawling as well. (including the head game maker.) with only ten seconds left, Sasha dashes to the edge of the gym and does a back flip, and as the ell rings for time, he leaps through a high up window, twenty feet off the ground, and he smashes it, hopping down into the hallway that leads to the elevator. He is very confident and is chuckling ginormously at the reactions he easily squeezed out of the sappy game makers.*
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District: five
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*Elynnabeth silently lopes into the room, and none of the gamemakers notice her as they are talking amongst themselves quite loudly, so she leaps onto some seemingly useless rope hanging from the food to the ceiling. She starts climbing it rapidly to the ceiling, and as the gamemakers start to quiet down and look around for this Elynnabeth girl, Elle reaches the ceiling where there Are giant metal bars from one end to the other. As the game makers start yelling angrily, she jumps from the ceiling head first andseems to fly towards them. A Kerr foot from the floor the rope attatched to her ankles catches her and she flies back towards the ceiling about ten feet. In the peak of the rebound she slips off the intricately knotted rope and lands with bent knees squarely on the ground and then she immediately begins to do multiple back-walk-overs, back flips front flips the splits in mid air and acrobatic stuff like that. With only two minutes left and the judges unable to move be wise of the amazingly graceful dance they just witnessed, Elynnabeth climbs back up to the ceiling hit on the metal tube the furthest from the game maker. She has a bow n arrow up there, and she quickly aims at a dummy directly I front of the gamemakers, but to the game makers it would look like she was shooting at them. She releases the arrow and it flies the 500 ish feet to he dummy and it brains it, going straight through and then being fried by the forcefield. As the bell rings for time, she jumps to the floor the same way she did at the beginning and smoothly exits, leaving the judges astounded. She smiles smugly to herself as she heads off to bed, wanting t get as much ready as possible before the games.
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District: 10
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Roma didn't know what she was going to do. What was supposed to happen? Was she supposed to throw knives the entire time? Her hair was slicked back into a long auburn ponytail. When her name flashed on the screen, Roma shuffled to the doors.
Most of them weren't looking at her, but the few that were Made her nervous. They scowled at her. She smiled sheepishly and called her name. She went to a table and picked out daggers and knives. She threw them from 25 feet, and stepped back with each throw. They were all solid shots. The knives all pierced the tough fabric of the target.
Roma decided that when she was done, she would spar with some spears. After some unsuccessful attempts at parrying blows, Roma was dismissed. She wasn't disappointed, but she just wasn't good at this stuff.
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District: 3
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(I'm sorry I keep switching between third and second person in this and I don't know why. >.<)
Eden waited patiently in the room next door still as a stone. When the booming voice summoned her she quietly got up and walked into the training room. As the heavy metal doors swung open and slammed against the wall a sound vibrated through the room and down her spine. Walking to the center of the room she grabbed a knife in each hand.
As she approached the center it was obvious these people had no interest in her. Why would they, there was nothing significant in her appearance or district. When you think about it a peacekeeper district in the Hunger Games is silly. Then again, she wasn't a peacekeeper.
"Hello, my name is Eden from district 3." She didn't bother to say her last name, it's not like they would care enough to even remember her first. Her small voice barely echoed only catching one person attention. Walking to the other end of the room she looked up at the netting above. Throwing one knife she cut a string of rope down. Climbing up the rope she spider crawled across the ceiling with the other knife in her mouth. Taking her knife she cut the rope down grabbing it and swinging towards a dummy. As she swung into it she plunged the knife into it's head before jumping from the rope landing in a crouching position.
Grabbing a bow and five arrows she aimed at a dummy towards the wall. With a couple flicks she impaled each of their four limbs with an arrow. Imagining the screams live blood would make made she licked her lips. Then, she pierced the dummy in the head with the fifth arrow.
She then proceeded the make a trap out of rope and latched it onto various equipment. It was something she had made to scare her brother plenty of times. Only this one was actually made to kill. Pulling a trigger a serious of ropes were cut, levers were pulled. In a matter of a couple seconds the dummy was hanging in midair with a noose around it's neck.
The speaker boomed a of three minutes. Now it was tie for her final trick. Taking another knife she walked to the center of the room. Raising her arm high for them to see she cut a clean slice right through her flesh. Without a cringe or sound she continued to head over to the healing station and using some herbs and medicine closed the wound in two minutes.
Walking back to the center she took her bow, she hadn't smile once in this session but now a sadistic smirk painted her face slightly contorted her pretty features. Without a word she walked out.
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District: 6
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Darion walked into the training room. A group of people sat above him chatting and feasting. Darion almost wanted to laugh. To think these scores mattered so much to some people. Well sorry to be the pessimistic but he knew he would die. That was life. Natural selection, he would be picked off because he simply didn't care to fight. It's not like deaths a bad thing.
Some of the people had stop to give him curious glances since he hadn't said a word or thrown a weapon yet. Looking at the floor Darion lied hiself down. Then he fell asleep.
When he woke up he was back in his room with his very angry mentor.
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District: 2
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Causs stared at the wall until his name flashed twice on it. His face held no expression as he walked into the Training Center. One long and sturdy table held an axe, a golden trident, a longsword, a club, and a mace. Causs ran his fingers over the sword.
He picked it up. The heaviness of it felt comfortable in his strong wrists and hands. There were four dummies lined up back-to-back. Causs calmly stepped and stabbed them all through their bodies. The four were stuck together on his sword. He waved the sword around, making the lifeless forms sway and dance.
He left the shish-kabobbed dummies on the ground and swung the club into his hand.
He fluidly showed them his skills with the axe, mace, and trident by slashing at some more dummies. His muscles flexed and loosened. He felt powerful and great.
Finale. Causs picked up one of the heavy circular weights and threw it into the air with a grunt. At the appropriate time, he swung the sturdy club and the weight like a baseball. Both items shattered with the sheer magnitude of his strength. He stood in wooden and metal shards. He bowed shortly and left.
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District: eleven
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Penny was siting with the two twelves, chatting sociably as her name flashed across the screen. "see you later!" she called as she walking into the training room. She walked to the center of the gym and faced the game makers. "hello! I am Penelope from eleven." she said enthusiastically. Then she turned around and grinned. The training room was a dump! After approximately 21 other people messing around in here, stuff was everywhere. So she went to a station and found a straw broom, rags and CLR that she knew would be there. She picked up the broom and in under five minutes she had the whole floor spotless. The she proceeded to shine everything up with the CLR. When there was only a couple minutes left, and the gym was sparkling clean, Penny picked up a sword and began to sword fight an imaginary aponant. She knew that at least five of the game makers were swords people so they could admire her legendary skill with the blade. If there had been an actualy battle, she would have won ten times over already. As time was called, she put down the sword and walked out without even a head of sweat beginning to form.
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Name, District- Score
Sasha, 5- 1
Elynnabeth, 5- 9
Roma Ludra, 10- 6
Eden Gila, 3- 10
Darion Lyian, 6- 1
Causs Wynn, 2- 10
Penelope, 11- 7
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District: 1
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*Andrew was the first to be called. As his name was called, he nodded to all the other, notible tributes before entering the gym. He had no clue what he was going to do- maybe some swordsmanship? weight lifting through an obsticle course? He just didn't know.
He confidently made his way to the middle of the gym as the judges stared at him- they obviously haven't got into the wine yet. He swallowed nervously.
"Hello, I am Andrew Walker from district one." Andrew said without smiling. He turned on his heel and marched to Swords where he picked up his usual, silver one-handed broad sword. He was so strong that he didn't need to use two hands for his sword, which he calls "Quickie, because your death will be a quickie."
He walked over to weights and picked up a 300 pound sand bag weight. He slung it over his shoulder easily, hurrying to Obsticle Course.
He began at the beginning, sprinting unbelievably fast through the intense maze. He swung his sword expertly at imaginery tributes, easily dispatching them all. He had the weight because it showed that if he ever had to carry one (or two, considering its 300 pounds) of his allies, he would have no difficulty. At least, as long as the gamemakers didn't throw some sort of death at him.
At the end of the obsticle course, with 12 minutes still remaining, he dropped the bag of sand and began sword fighting more imaginery enimies. He knew that at least some of the judges new swordsmanship, so they could admire his magnificant skill with Quickie, the heavy silver broad sword that he could put to work with just one hand as easily as he could with two.
He danced with Quickie and the imaginery opponents, who would be long dead by now if they existed. He reached his destination with 7 minutes remaining. He had shown off all of his supreme sword moves, and now it was time to play with knives.
]=Although he wanted to, Andrew didn't break into a grin as he picked up 7 daggers of different shapes and sizes. He tucked them all over his body. One up each sleeze. one in each boot, one tucked into his vest, and two on his belt. Other then the two in his belt, none were even slightly visible.
6 minutes in. Andrew drew the two knives from his
belt, quickly whipping them at dummies 100 feet away. They fly through their chests. Then, in a blink of an eye, he's thrown the ones in his boots at some rope hanging on the ceiling, cutting them cleanly in half. A meer second later, the two in his sleeves hit a tree only about 25 feet away, but, they go right through it's thick trunk. That's how strong he is.
Now, with 4 minutes remaining, he draws the dagger from his vest. It's a deep red, with a ruby in the pommel. He tosses it from hand to hand, eyeing his target. He springs forward and the beutiful dagger goes flying for 300 feet, hitting a perfect bulls-eye. This was to show off his accurazy.
With only 3 minutes left, he walks calmly to the Plants station. He throws together a soup of wild leaves, roots, weeds, wild flowers, and some other wild ingridiants. With 30 seconds left, he walks infron of the game makers, letting the delicous smell of the pretty soup waft over them.
As the game makers groan with delight at the smell, he downs it, making a noise of satisfaction as the timer rings. He walks out confident in his work, and he hears the game makers tear into their food, hoping it could replace the intoxicatingly good smell of his soup.
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