The Games Continue

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>Year 76

>Former President Coriolanus Snow as well as rebellion leader Alma Coin have been assassinated by Katniss Everdeen.

>Rebel Commander Paylor was appointed president and then quickly assassinated.

>His Royal Highness, Nicodemus Snow-son of Coriolanus Snow, has approved of the rebuilding of districts 12 and 13 on the condition that all citizens within all districts be redistributed and rebellious individuals immediately disposed of.

>Peace Makers will now be armed and trained Capital citizens.

>The search for Katniss and Peeta continues on both sides, discreetly of course.

>His Royal Highness has also approved of the continuation of the Hunger Games Pageant.

>May the Odds be ever in your Favor

>CS-

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Sliverious


I was District 12. We took shelter in 13 for a while. The routine was horrible. But I’d take the routine of 13 over this any day. The Move happened fast. Peacekeepers flooded 13. They all had guns, and everyone was yelling. Some people got shot. My brother and I got separated from the rest of our family. I guess its just us now, I haven’t seen them since. Pip is only 4 and doesn’t understand why, or really much of anything yet. As much as I want to keep it that way, I have tried to explain things to him, but he still doesn’t get it. Our parents aren’t coming for us. They aren’t even looking, mostly cause they can’t. I don’t imagine they would be allowed to.


We were all made to march back to 12 and were herded onto a cargo train. Not everyone went in the train, but we did. I made sure to hold tight to Pip, mom would never forgive me if I lost him. The ride was long and cramped. When Pip got tired I made him sit between my legs while I stood. There wasn’t enough room to do anything else. The train stopped a lot. Sometimes I could hear people in another car being moved. First off then train and then back on. There was a lot to crying, screaming and begging. People demanded to see their families, voices that I recognized. The baker, the doctor from 13, the girl I had a crush on. Then new voices demanding to stay together, not to take their kids- to take them instead. This was answered with the sounds of pain. We were being moved around like cattle, shuffled like a deck of cards. I eventually started to cover Pips ears when this happened because it made him so upset.


Eventually the door to our car was opened and we were ushered out. It was dark outside, and I immediately missed the warmth of being packed in the train. I have never seen snow so white. Whenever it fell in 12 it was always mixed with soot from the mines. Once our car was emptied another group of people were being forced in, most of them screaming if not kicking. And then the train was gone, and we were left to shiver out in the middle of some town in god knows which district.


We were moved again into what looked like the town hall and given a bed roll while what looked to be the entire town were kept in tight groups, 12 small train car sized groups and one much larger one that Peacekeepers were still sorting through. I made Pip sleep first, he woke from a nightmare when the next group came in. Larger than ours, dark skinned, and when one passed by I smelled citrus and sun and dirt. 11 then. We were all being moved. It must be because of the rebellion, I had heard it crumbled when Paylor was assassinated.


By day break the hall was packed with people from each district. Pip and I migrated to one corner where a group of scared and crying kids huddled. Some older kids, teenagers really, tried to comfort the younger ones but nothing really worked. After asking around some we figured out that we must be in 7 since all the kids came from every district but district 7. It didn’t take long for a lady with a clipboard to come around and collect names.


By the end of the day all the adults and any kids they came with were gone. Houses had been found for them. That left just us orphans. All the youngest were taken away, I don’t know where they went. I fought when they tried to take Pip. I was whipped for it but I got to keep him, so it was worth it. Pip and I were taken with the other older kids to houses, a few of us would be dropped off every time we stopped. I had a death grip on Pip’s shirt so we wouldn’t be separated. We were left at the house of a middle aged man that smelled like alcohol with a small hand full of other kids. Pip and I and another boy from 8 had to share a bed. The other boy is older than us and nice. He promised to look after us and I believe him. I still slept between Pip and him though.
 
Silverius


My birthday is next week. I’m pretty sure all I’m gonna get is Reaping clothes. Pip might try to make something for me, but Reaping clothes are more important seeing as The Reaping will be in two weeks, exactly a week from my birthday. We’ve spent almost a month in 7 now and Pip still thinks our parents will find us. I’ve noticed I get more and more angry every time he goes on about them, but I don’t really know why. I miss them, just as much as he does I swear, but they aren’t coming for us wherever they are. They can’t find us, we can’t find them, and we should move on. It won’t do anyone any good to get stuck on the past.


Tweed, the boy from 8, has turned out to be really nice. He taught us how to make rope. The man we are living with promised he’d teach us to make snares, but he hasn’t yet. Says we have to be really careful about it with all the new peacekeepers around. I think it’s just because he’s drunk half the time and just doesn’t remember or can’t get his fingers to work right. I remember Mr. Haymitch used to be like that a lot. He drank to forget. He told me that once. I wonder what Mr. Hemlock wants to forget… either way he’s forgetting a lot of other stuff with it.


There’s a rumor going around that the reaping age has changed. A few Peacekeepers mentioned it as they were escorting my class from school around, but he didn’t sound right. He sounded kinda sad, instead of his usual scary voice. I forget exactly the words he said but I know they couldn’t have been good with the way he said it. The rumor is that they’ve expanded the age range of the reaping. Instead of 12-18 year old kids now they will pick from a range of 10-20 year old kids.


I’ll be ten next week. I thought I'd have two more years before I had to worry about being reaped...
 
Ren


The closest we can come to volunteering now is putting our name in for as many tesserae as you can during the year. My name was put in the bowl well over three hundred times in the last month alone. With all the extra food we had a small party as a send off for the next tributes. We had no problem doing this before the rebellion, we never needed the extra rations to get it done and we knew who for sure we were sending off. Now my family will be lucky to keep food on their table after this without taking any tessera. That Everdeen asshole really screwed things up for everyone. 1 wasn’t even part of the rebellion and we are feeling the repercussions of it anyway.


When reaping day came I thought I wouldn’t get called. Our escort pulled out the normal two names, the girl was frail, underfed, an orphan of the move. Bloodbath fodder. At least the guy was one of the others that put his in a bunch like I did. I thought it was over, that I’d have one more year to put my name in to ensure next year I’d be in the arena, but our escort dropped a bombshell on us. Two more tributes had to be picked. The crowd wasn’t happy, that much is an understatement, but they quickly grew quiet under peacekeeper guns. All I could do was pray to what ever gods were listening that it would be my name called this time and not some boy who would shit his pants as soon as the gong rang in the arena.


Maybe there is a higher power out there, maybe it was how many times my name was in the bowl, but my name was called alongside another orphan. This one was older, built well a 7, maybe a 4. The goodbyes were quick, my family didn’t say much just gave me my totem and left. My friends took forever, congratulating me, patting me on the back, and wishing me luck. When we were finally on the train an hour later I felt exhausted. All I wanted to do was shower and sleep but our escort, a man with awful puke green hair insisted we all watch the recap and scope out the competition. Maybe he’s smarter than his obnoxious appearance suggests. It was a very Mentor-y thing to suggest. We don’t have a mentor this year. No one does. They were all made examples of after the King rose to power. Not even poor Annie made it out of that alive but at least she didn’t look pregnant. That means that the victors live on in her and Finnick’s child. It has very big shoes to fill, poor kid.


I wait up with the other district 1 tributes for the recap to show on the little holographic tv in the dinning car. Everyone insisted the young female tribute, Tabitha, eat her fill while the rest of us nibble at the foods offered. She needs it more than we do. She likely wont survive the bloodbath and we all silently agree to make her last days good ones. There will be more than enough food for all of us in the capitol anyway. At least until we enter the arena.


I recognized a few tributes that used to be 1, all of them careers. They must have had the same idea we did. Most of the 2s and 4s were obvious as well, most of them displaced by the move. 7 had a very eventful reaping, after the second male tribute was called a small boy, three maybe four years old, it’s hard to tell with how emaciated he looks, let out a bloodcurdling wail. If the rebalance is anything to go by his brother was the second boy called, orphans too as they didn’t hold the look most 7s did. The small boy from 7 would have a leg up with audience favor. That makes him a target. That is, if he survives the blood bath. Shame, he barely looks old enough to be reaped.


Over all the recap established there were many more skilled tributes then there should be because of the move, and the rest were fodder. An interesting year.