@charkieshark
(for the normal hunger games and then the quarter quell)
(for the normal hunger games and then the quarter quell)
(oh jeez yeah)
(I was thinking Quarter Quell, yeah. That’s where the teams were gonna come in, at least thats what I was thinking…. suggestions are welcome!)
(I was thinking Quarter Quell, yeah. That’s where the teams were gonna come in, at least thats what I was thinking…. suggestions are welcome!)
//two randomly assigned teams?
(no I think @TurtleOfFreedom meant like the District tributes are teamed up)
(Either one works, but the district tributes teaming up has already been done.)
(yeah true)
(But it’s really up to you. There would be more opportunities for plot twists and stuff if its two randomly assigned teams.)
(Yeah I see what you mean, I like the two random teams)
(Okey dokey. We’ll do that then)
(Do you want to start your characters?)
//I think I’m next
//but it’ll be really slow cause I’m in class
(Ok. Well I’m in class too but its the easy one where we do nothin so :D)
//I’m in math and we’re doing review
(I'm on holiday and failing at my bullet journal)
//lmao I tried to do that once
Didn’t work
(yeah I'm doing it cause I have zero ability to stick to a project, and I'm trying to train myself to be able to)
(That’s great)
(meh)
//I’m typing the thing up on notes, I’lol post it here later
(oK)
(Okey)
Ceranophilia means a love for thunder and lightning. A storm girl.
In the games, Cera will be a storm. At least, that’s what she tells herself. She doesn’t think she’ll be called, but volunteers exist for a reason. She doesn’t want to play in the games, but her father insists.
“Ladies first!” The woman trills. “Margaret Wilson!”
Cera sighs. She can feel her father’s stare on her back. “I volunteer as tribute.”
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“Why, a volunteer for the girl! Lovely. Absolutely lovely,” she sings. “Now, for the gentlemen!” She draws another slip, and there is an agonizing moment where no one says anything.
Roscoe exhales, fingers tapping. He does not want to be here. He wants to go home, go fishing like he normally would.
“Roscoe Harrison!”
He freezes. This is not what is supposed to happen. She is supposed to call a different name, a different poor soul.
Dimly, he is aware that he is moving. His body knows what to do, even if he doesn’t. He walks to the stage.
No one volunteers.
//I write dramatic when I’m bored ok
(Lol thats great!)
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