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Old 06-21-2012, 11:43 AM
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Who posts poll - inventor of poll? Gather links for interviews, sort it out. Make sure people on the poll are all correct.
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Old 06-23-2012, 08:20 AM
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Actually, I'll post it, okay?

I was not scared. Just to clarify, speaking in public never scared me. I was, however, vaguely nervous about the games. If I died, my father would kill me. This was a redundant worry, I know. The prep team were probably slightly thick and unable to get jobs anywhere else due to their inbred idiocy and irritating Capitol accents.
Did I mention I was more than a little prejudiced? Or at least, was trying to come across that way. To be honest I had no idea. This whole thing was slightly above me. They had me in a shiny blue tuxedo type thing that looked like it had scales, akin to that of a dragon. Probably it was meant to be a fish, me being from District Four and all. They had no clue. Then again, neither did I.
My family were well off: my father was a previous victor some years ago. He slaughtered people. Watching the tapes of his Hunger Games taught me three things.
1. Do not be yourself: he was and is a maniac. Put up a front no one can see through.
2. Get away from the Cornucopia, or you will most likely die, because you are not your father, even if he could fight his way through the bloodbath.
3. Death is not and never will be a game, no matter what they do.
There was a mirror. I groaned as I saw what they had done to my hair for the first time, as I refused before the parade. It was shorter, neater, and it looked less like I had uncorked a jar of honey and poured it onto my head than it had previous. It was long enough for me to run my fingers through it, which I would have to go with. At least they had refrained from putting makeup on. I drew the line there. Scars would remain visible, because they were part of who I was.
And my father was coming to the Capitol tomorrow. I hoped, though he would be helping with tactics, he would stay out of my business.
Zhara, the female tribute from my district went first, obviously. She seemed false, fake, rather like she was sucking up to get sponsors, like I had been told to, not that I was going to. I mean, in the parade she was more genuine, though her hand was...damp. Apparently girls find being told their hands are sweaty offensive. My best friend, Alana, or Nala as I called her, didn’t care. She found Zhara annoying. I don’t know. She’s blonde, and probably quite pretty, not that I care. I spoke to her on three occasions at home. I liked her mother though. She was friends with my mother, and tried to pair me and Zhara up once. Not her best moment. I have as much interest in Zhara as I do in boredom.
The escort, Roxanne hated me. Okay, I had called her a waste of a nice little piece of space someone with value could use. I was, however, in a bad mood at the time, after she had accidentally insulted me by moaning about history’s worth. Oh, and I had recently had an argument with my sister Rose, who was two years younger. So I felt rubbish. Maybe I was coming down with something. Either way, she either openly despised me or I was misinterpreting her every move. It was probably that last one, knowing me.
I didn’t even take note of what colour Caesar’s hair was this year. I stood up, took a bow, and flashed the audience a glimpse of my crooked smile. A few teenage girls in the front row gasped, for some reason.
They always did make a fuss of me, even back home. I never had a girlfriend because I was anti-social and would prefer to stay at home and read books on history. Maybe that was why I hated the system.
The girls, however, seemed less than amused that I wanted to stay single for the foreseeable future. My mentor had said I should try and use my charisma, which I barely knew existed, and charm the audience into liking me. I also had to be deep, sarcastic, and myself, why, I did not know. I would rather not have been myself, but, you know, you cannot change who you are. Unless you get plastic surgery, come up with an imaginative fake identity and new personality, which I had no intention of ever doing.
Caesar smiled at me too. His hair was gold this year, like my suit for the parade, and as always his teeth were too white. Fake, like everything, no everyone in the Capitol. He held out his hand and I shook it. For a moment, I wondered what he was doing, but then I remembered I had been away from people too often and forgotten my social graces.
“Hello Cassius. I remember your father here, and I assume he told you about the Capitol. Has it lived up to your expectations?”
I grinned, thinking about winning the audience over more than anything. Not that I cared if I didn’t, not really, but my mentor would kill me.
“Yes, aside from the fact my prep team have a combined IQ of three and I hate crowds to some extent thanks to my height, it has been nice enough.”
The comment about the prep team got a laugh. Though, that was rather the point.
The interview continued. “You sound very similar to your father.” Caesar noted.
“I’m sure he wasn’t quite this sarcastic. Anyway,” I decided to tell him what I liked most about the Capitol. “I like the library and the training room best.” The second one was probably obvious seeing how I am built like a machine of war. “The food’s nice too. True, I prefer things at home, but it is what I am like and quite frankly, I am unchangeable, much to the aforementioned prep team and my mentor’s distaste.”
Another laugh ensued. It was going well. My mentor rolled his eyes and mouthed the words ‘so mature’.
“I can’t imagine why they would want to change you. Can you?” He asked the audience. Most of them said no. He continued “What were your thoughts when you were chosen for the games, anyway?”
“Well, I probably thought about what my father would say. He was over the moon. And I got to see my siblings again. After my parents divorced we only saw snippets of each other now and then.” I replied. “But seven words echoed through my head. I told myself to remember death is not a game. It isn’t. And no matter what happens, it never will be.”
Caesar raised his eyebrows. “You really think that, Cassius?”
“Yes.” I confirmed defiantly, glaring at an unfortunate member of the audience for no apparent reason. “I was raised watching my father in the games.” I wanted to draw inverted commas in the air to accompany that word, but I had some sense. “I saw him kill them. He is a monster, granted, and that wasn’t a game. It was a bloodbath. I have tactics. I’m going to stand up, go out there, and face the music. I’ll take each day as it comes, I won’t look forwards, and I certainly won’t look back.”
Maybe I had lost them, maybe I had ruined my chances.
Caesar had one more question. “Have you got any girls back home you are doing this for?” he looked at me. “There must be someone who will miss you.”
The audience think there would be, a guy like me, with skin the colour of the light coffee with a hint of an amber colouring my father always drank, hair like honey and brown chocolate eyes. Okay, it sounds like I had a fixation with food. But to be fair, I did.
The teenage girls in the front row are looking at me, probably willing me to say no. I have to tell the truth.
“Yes. Her name is Alana. We have similar interests,” I meant we were both nerds “And I have given her some things, she is less fortunate than the majority of the District, through no fault of her own. She’s probably cringing in front of a screen right now, so I’ll reassure her – I don’t love you Alana. You are my best friend, and it isn’t your fault you’re female. It is not love though. If I get out of here, with time it might be. I do not know. With a father like mine, what’s my chance of being a sane, emotional person who can empathise with others?”
Just as the claxon sounded I saw him. My father had come to the Capitol early, and was looking at me in pure outrage. I was shocked, but held on to my composure and, sighing, I finished my rampage. “None at all, that’s what. Excuse my rant, I’m possibly a psychopath.”
I threw a more cynical smile at them as I sauntered off stage, not caring when they shouted at me to return. I had made an impression. I just had to hope I hadn’t made them hate me.
I just had to hope he wouldn’t be drunk when I next saw him.
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Old 06-23-2012, 08:31 AM
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And here is le poll. http://www.kidpub.com/poll/who-shoul...ion-1789125502
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Old 06-23-2012, 04:06 PM
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Are there any spots still open? (: Like the girl from District 2 perhaps?
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Old 06-23-2012, 04:08 PM
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Are there any spots still open? (: Like the girl from District 2 perhaps?
YUSH.
You need to join. We can be allies. *beams*
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Old 06-23-2012, 04:13 PM
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In case the girl from District 2 IS open, here's my thingie.

NAME: Rye
GENDER: Female
DISTRICT: 2
AGE: 16
WEAPON OF CHOICE: She's good with throwing spears and fair with knives.
BACKGROUND: Lives a rich life in District 2. She's excited for the Hunger Games. Her brother, Ken, was in one of the earlier Hunger Games and was one of the last to die. She's very quiet and violent around people. Has a rocky relationship with her mother and sisters. Rye also thinks that she can survive without teaming up with other Careers, and so decides not to ally with them.
STRATEGY: Go in, kill, hunt. And survive.
ALLIANCES (a specific character OR anyone from District ___): Pokey's character, Heather from District 11.
MOTIVATION: To survive? xD Because she wants eternal glory.
STRENGTHS: Physical strength (spear throwing) knives, surviving.
WEAKNESSES: Cocky and arrogant and she can be a little unwatchful at times.
DEATH: Gets a knife thrown into her leg and dies from blood-loss.
OTHER: Dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, tan skin, tall with slim, muscular build. :3

I'll also do Chapter 20, if that's okay/still open.
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Old 06-23-2012, 04:14 PM
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You need to join. We can be allies. *beams*
Allies! :P I mean, Rye is a Career, but she's a little different than other people. ^_^ Allies would be awe-shume.
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Old 06-23-2012, 05:09 PM
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Are there still any spots left? :/
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Old 06-23-2012, 06:38 PM
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Are there still any spots left? :/
I think so. I think some Career spots are open (Boy from 1 and 2 and both from 4 possibly) and some of the upper Districts.
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Old 06-23-2012, 06:58 PM
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If there's any spots left, here's my form.

NAME: Rita Jodenski
GENDER: F
DISTRICT: Three
AGE: 13
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Isn't familiar with weapons, but used to fight with her brothers, so knows hand-to-hand combat.
BACKGROUND: Middle-class family, but works with a technician part-time for pocket money.
STRATEGY: Hiding and evading.
ALLIANCES: Cassius . Stays for a few days, but leaves again, because had trouble trusting.
MOTIVATION: Glory
STRENGTHS: Can set simple bombs.
WEAKNESSES: Unfamiliar with weapons, and isn't charming enough to earn sponsors.
DEATH: A landslide crushes her.
OTHER: Self-important. Not much discipline. Lanky, tan, black hair.
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