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Fifty years after the events of Mockingjay:
The work that Katniss Everdeen and the Rebellion did during the Second War is all scrap-metal of the past. The joy and perfection lasted at the most, fifty years. The Snow bloodline was supposed to run dry when his granddaughter was sent into the last ever Hunger Games, held with only capitol children. However, the Rebels were completely and utterly wrong. Snow’s sister was sent into a ‘witness protection’ program to of sorts in District 2 right as everyone across Panem watched as Katniss and Peeta threatened to eat the Nightlock berries. His sister and her husband had a son, who married and had a little girl; named Cressilia. As she grew older, she grew to admire her great-uncle, Coriolanus Snow. When she grew older, she switched her last name to match her grandmother’s surname. She then traveled from district to district. Starting to try and re-create what had happened fifty years ago, just the opposite. She talked as if the new capitol was hiding things from the district that should be known by all, the economic crisis in between all of the districts helped in her fight. Many were convinced that what Cressilia Snow was doing, was right. Soon riots of brainwashed people broke out, before soon the districts joined and over-ran the Capitol’s defenses. Just like the Rebellion did against President Snow. Cressilia Snow was then elected as the new Panem ‘leader’. All was well for barely two months, until a group of teenagers from each district gathered, and aimed to assassinate President Snow II. They were slaughtered right as they entered the president’s bedchambers to develop the final blow. That morning, Cressilia announced from the Panem-wide broadcast that the Hunger Games were to be re-instated.

Twenty-four years later [74 years after the events of Mockingjay]:
At the brink of the 100th Hunger Games, and the fourth Quarter Quell, Panem is back like it was 75 years ago. The capitol, run by Cressilia Snow and her group of followers are running Panem even worse than her grandfather. Anyone over the reaping age is to work in their factories or mines from 6:00 in the morning, until 5:00 at night. If anyone chooses to ignore these rules the peacekeepers will shoot to kill. Some districts struggle while the other’s thrive. With any sign of rebellion, the capitol sends a gas bomb into the most crowded area of each district, killing many each time.

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[Name] Blake Nathaniel Odair

[Age] Fourteen

[District] Four

[Description (Include some personality, and make sure to also include his/her choice of weapon.)] Blake inherited the good looks part of his genes from his father who'd gotten it from his father, Finnick Odair. Blake has dark brown hair, that has a copper sheen to it in the direct sunlight. It's cut at about two inches, and will rarely ever lay down. His eyes are a light blue with a small hint of dark green around the edges. Blake stands at about 5' 6", with a tall and somewhat muscular stature. From living in District 4, Blake can swim extremely well, but doesn't nearly do as well on the land. He also has the ability to know how to use a net and/or any other fishing equipment. Blake doesn't talk all that much, and every once in a while people will mistake him as an Avox slave for the Head Peacekeeper. Blake's mother died from being stung by a particularly poisonous species of jellyfish, the poison caused her to both go into cardiac arrest and anaphylactic shock. Now while his Dad is forced to work on the large commercial fishing boats for the capitol, Blake is supposed to care for his three younger siblings, each one too young to be part of the reaping. Because of having to care for his siblings, Blake has grown to become almost over-protective of those that he loves. Blake's choice of weapon is a large, sharp copper trident or he can handle a knife better than most kids his age can.

[Other] No. Not really.

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Tributes [Of the 100th Hunger Games]

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District 1:
Star - Female (Seventeen)
Spark - Male (Sixteen)

District 2:
Betsy - Female (Fifteen)
Benjamin - Male (Eighteen)

District 3:
Amanda - Female (Fourteen)
James - Male (Thirteen)

District 4:
Jannette - Female (Sixteen)
Blake Odair - Male (Fourteen)

District 5:
Lilliana Hawthorne - Female (Fourteen)
Oliver - Male (Sixteen)

District 6:
Cordilia - Female (Thirteen)
Alexander - Male (Eighteen)

District 7:
Jean - Female (Fifteen)
Rupert - Male (Twelve)

District 8:
Stacy - Female (Seventeen)
Christopher - Male (Eighteen)

District 9:
Kalie - Female (Thirteen)
Tyler - Male (Twelve)

District 10:
Bessie - Female (Sixteen)
Bull - Male (Fourteen)

District 11:
Iris - Female (Eighteen)
Wheaton - Male (Fifteen)

District 12:
Gemma - Female (Twelve)
Roger - Male (Seventeen)

District 13:
Ann - Female (Twelve)
Nick - Male (Fourteen)

*Name
Lilliana Marie Hawthorne
*Age
Fourteen

*District
Five

*Description
Lilliana, age fourteen, is no ordinary girl from District Five. Not much is known about her district, they mostly keep to themselves, occasionally making communications with the other districts, like Three and Six, respectively known for their dabbles in Scientific Reasearch and electronic devices. But District Five holds a secret close to their hearts, that only some of the most privledged, or the least privledge know, because with the knowledge they hold, it can be deadly. From District Five pours Scientists, doctors, DNA spilcers that make Mutts for a living, forever messing up humans and animals alike, making them their play-things, watching as the respective subject squirms until it gives into it's mutations and it gives into it's pains.
Lilliana has grown up around this her entire life. With bright jade green eyes and long dark brown hair that sometimes had reddish tints in the sunlight, the only indication she is from her district is the startling white of her skin. Pale from working in the sterile confines of the labs all through the day, making meger wages that sometimes aren't enough to get one person through a couple of days without succuming to the hands of starvation, Lilli has seen it all. She is in fairly good shape for a worker, this is only because of the training and working out each Scientist has to do each morning before they go to work. When they arrive, their bodies are pumped with steriods and all other types of drugs, causing Lilli to be a bit stronger than her slight and lean 5'4 form should allow. Being in the confines of a lab all day, Lilli has come to had hospitals and the sight of her own blood, but will not hesitate to make someone else bleed if she catchs you with her steel dagger with a ridged edge, or her favorite tool; A Silver encrested set of arrows, passed down from her grandfather to herself.

*Other
Direct grand-daught of Gale Hawthorne and an un-named woman from District Two.

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The elegant glass doors of the 'Tribute Train' slid open to reveal a large, open room with a bunch of soft-looking chairs grouped together in rows of two. Groups of sobbing and distraught teenagers, knowing that they had a one-in-twenty-six chance of even living to see the new year. Everyone except a few looked up at Janette and me for a few seconds before returning to their tears or anger. I noticed a group of four crowed together, they looked as content as could be. I rolled my eyes. Careers. Likely from Districts One and Two. I supposedly could be counted as one, but to affiliate myself with a bunch of slimy sea cucumbers and then just end up killing them one night with a kick to the solar plexus to try and last another day. The Games were a nasty brain-child of the Capitol's one-hundred years ago, and then there supposedly was a time where all was well, and then BAM like stepping of a cliff in the water, the games are back in action. Chucking groups of kids ranging from ages twelve to eighteen is a cruel and disgusting punishment for the wrong that our ancestors did. It'd bring me great joy to see President Cressilia Snow being eaten by man-eating shark muttations. I slid into the large seat marked with the large number 4, right behind district Five and in front of the group of careers. The train lurched and we were on our way. Let the Hunger Games begin.

I remember back to a time, when my Grandfather, Gale would tell me of the old days, thing he would remember from history books in school, and there's a quote, swirling around in my brain as I sit in my seat, next to Oliver, who's just two years older than me. 'Parting is such sweet sorrow,' I remember, blinking at the strange word choice, it was older than Panem, older than the uprisings, and older than the memories my grandfather held close to his chest of a girl named Katniss who stopped the games. But now... They're back. I shutter to myself, looking around, different pairs of two are scattered now that the train has started to move and we're free to move around the cabin. The pairs from One and Two (Whom I saw arrive this morning on the train) are huddled together, one blonde head mixed in with a red haired girl and two brunnette males. The Careers. I shrug off the diguisting feeling that settles into my stomach and stand up from my seat, looking at Oliver who is jotting down something in a notebook. I don't know why, what's the use? Even I know that no matter what, our familes aren't getting a piece of us back from the Games, except maybe our mauled bodies in a wooden box.
As soon as I stand, I'm told to sit back down by a woman who has bright yellow skin and terrifying black and green marks all over her skin and face. She's from the Capitol, come to tell us what's right, what's wrong, and what will get us killed. I zone out, a habit of my grandfather's, and he swears his old friend. He once told me I was just like her, head-strong, fierce, good with a bow, but then again, he said I actually had something she didn't. A brain. I shrugged off the memory, focusing on the woman as she comepleted her spiel about bedtimes at ten and walked away. Now was my time to escape. The main train cabin was to small, so I instinctivly leapt up and went for the door to the roof, where I knew I would be able to at least have the wind to keep me company, if I didn't fall off. As I walked, I dredged up the memories, the stories my grandfather had told me. Katniss Everdeen. Peeta Mellark. Gale Hawthorne. Finnick Odair. All names that were directly linked with the ending of the games, not to mention Haymitch Abernathy, the perpetually drunk that was a comedian and a leader during the times. I hadn't even seen the old games... President Snow had forrbidden it, but I had a feeling with this being the Quater Quell, she wasn't going to make this easy on us. I opened the door to the roof and walked out onto it, careful to shut the door behind me. The wind blew my hair roughly across the back of my neck in it's ponytail before I located the garden on the opposite side of the roof. I made for it, knowing that the cover would let me enjoy the outside... without actually being out there.

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I watched as a girl who looked to be about my age, maybe a bit younger stood up from the District 5 chairs and headed up the capitol-esque ladder to the roof of the on moving train. Hey, less competition if she falls off. Our last stop was District 13, where a boy with copper hair, much like my dead grandfather's, and a younger girl with dark brown hair and sea-foam green eyes, much like my mine. Tears brimmed at the point of sobbing in her eyes. District 13 only had one victor, and that was only because she sat out in a cave where no one found her until the horns and music announcing that she was the victor welcomed her two weeks later. As it was now, I was too angry to start sobbing or thinking of the future. All I knew was that I wanted to win, without becoming some sea-slug who follows the toughest link in the arena like a sick puppy dog. I watched as the train started again, it quickly sped up so that the powerlines and greenery that surrounded the countryside was just a blur of colors. An hour passed before the train entered into the large colorful city that is the capitol. The train lurched to a stop in front of a gigantic garden filled with all sorts of flowers that had obviously been genetically modified or something wonky like that, because there was nothing that stinky in District Four, fish guts even smelled better. The scent of the flowers bursted in as a man in a dark purple tuxedo slid open the glass doors from the outside. His skin was a glowing pink color, which practically blinded me. The mixture of strong perfume and Capitol flowers really shouldn't mix. I felt like I just had swallowed seaweed smeared with rotten seal meat.

I stayed in the garden, staring at the flowers that weren't even close to the ones that were in District Three before realizing the train had slowed to a stop. Glancing up and out of the greenhouse windows, I stared outside at the Capitol. Standing up, I walked outside the protection of the greenhouse and sniffed. We had stopped somewhere that smelled like gardens, but the flowers' scents were all too powerful, assaulting my nose for me to focus on just one. I felt it wrinkle before shaking my head and heading back towards the stairs, hoping I didn't miss anything important, (Yeah, right). Heading down the stairs, I entered the room right as the man in the purple suit ended his talk about the Games and where we were supposed to go. "... After you arrive in your quaters in the Training Grounds, you are to report to the main hall for introductions, where you will meet your alliance partners and get ready for your TV appearances tonight." Alliance Partners? I thought, staring at the man from my position in the back of the room, They couldn't mean that they already decided who we're supposed to form a team with in the arena? I watched as the man's eyes connected with mine, he gave me a cold look before turning and leaving the train, "I expect you all to follow in pairs of two from your Districts." Districts One and Two followed happily, knowing that they would be the Careers of the Games. Three was next, standing and following the first four. Three was younger than most of the others, I noticed, but what caught my eyes was when I waited to see who was sitting in Four's seats.

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I waited until Jannette got up and came over before to the doors before I pursed my lips and we walked out. Hello Training Center, good-bye District Four. We walked along the bright blue sidewalk, that was littered with deep marroon flower petals. I felt the warm, smog ridden heat from the sun hit the back of my t-shirt. I saw the girl from District 5 whom had climbed up onto the roof of the train during the ride to the capitol, watching Jannette and I as we walked into the tall building the was home to us for the next month. We followed Pinky the Man into the building and through multiple hallways and rooms until we got into a crowded room filled with whom I guessed were stylists. Nearly everyone had dyed hair, abnormal clothes, tatoos coating their skin like slime all over a lungfish. Pink-Skin pointed each one of us to a group of stylists. Great. The opening cermonies, what wacked out thing would I have to be dressed in?
My 'Style Team' dragged me over to their work station where they had me sit down in a chair standing up on a thick metal pole, that resembled that of the barber shop's chair. A large, standing mirror stood in front of me. Two of the three people stood next to me. Both were men, one looked fairly normal, except for the fact that his long, shaggy hair was dyed a light purple, and his face had a dragon tattooed across it. The other was full out jacked up. His skin was a dark, mud green, he was wearing some of the weirdist clothes I've ever seen, and his hair was shot up in spikes. Then there was the woman standing in front of me. Her hair was a bubblegum pink, which matched her bright green skin like water matches with fire. She obviously was the leader of my style team. "Something bold. Something stunning." She whispered to herself, and then commanded Normal and Whacky to strip me to Base 0. I really didn't like the sound of that.
They took me behind a large screen into a large tiled room, with a tub filled with smelly dark blue liquid. I eyed them carefully, at least in District 4, we used water. The stylists introduced thmselves as Flame (the 'normal' looking one.) and Atlas (the jacked-up one.) They instructed me to strip my clothes off, and get into the tub full of liquid. Was this a way to kill all of us right now? I shook my head, I was becoming too paranoid, the capitol would want to see us suffer. Seeing that I was wary, Flame and Atlas explained that the liquid was to only exfoliate all of the dead skin off of my body. I stripped (which was awkwarder than awkward), and slipped into the blue liquid. At first it burned, and then a light cooling sensation greeted me with open arms. They dissappeared for a little bit, and this is when the fact that I had a one-in-twenty-six chance of seeing my family again. A headache throbbed in my head as my mind ran a mile a second, thinking of every which way I might die. An arow through the heart... or maybe a muttation clawing my face away to a bloody pulp. Awhile later, Flame and Atlas came in and let me get out of the bath. I dried off, and wrapped the towel around my waist as they led me out of the room and back into the section that was our styling section.
The lead-women came out from a room with a pad of paper, on it was a sketch of whom I guessed was me. Great. She introduced herself as Kadia, and told me to get back into the chair. I slipped into the chair, my muscles were tensed, and my skin was now as smooth as a newborn baby's foot. She quickly dried my hair, with a large blow-drier. I heard Kadia whisper something to Atlas. He grabbed a tub of sea-green gel from the large stylist shelf, and applied it to my hair. I grimaced, my hair, green. FUN. Flame then took a light chalk-like substance and rubbed it over my body. It was a sea-foam green, but it let at least a little bit of my tan skin color show through. I really didn't like how this was going, Blake Odair does not get Capitoled-up. An hour passed, chemicals ran over my hair, making it become relatively spikey. Then there was the clothes. They made me wealr a shirt, made completely out of fishnet rope. Where you could still see through it, I guess it was suppose to show boldness by exposing my torso, but I had no clue what was running through Kadia's head. The pants were a baggy sea-green pair of khaki shorts. They the gave me a large copper trident. My large copper trident, the one from home.
"Are you ready?" Kadia asked, a triumphant grin on her face. I had to admit, I looked pretty darn cool.

Oliver looked at me and extended a hand. I took it, taking a quick breath as I met the eyes of the District Four boy, who looked a whole lot like me, strangely. It was customary in District Five, when picked for the Games, to join hands and present yourself as a complete team. I wasn't wild about the idea, because well, Oliver wasn't my type, at all. We walked down the street, him casting glances at me while the big buff dude from the Capitol pointed us towards our own set of Stylists. I felt terror setting in as Oliver and I told each other good-bye and I walked towards the two woman and the man standing in a small huddle. The first woman I met was creepy as heck. Her skin was died a blood red, that had since faded from it's origional color, now to a strawberry. Her hair was cropped and a jet black, but what unnerved me most about her appearance was her eyes, which had black contacts in. Not to mention the full body set of black swirl tattoos across her body. She introduced herself to me as 'Harmony', what an ironic name for someone that looked so dang terrifying. The second woman looked sweeter, with a smile on her cream colored skin that rivaled my own pale complextion and curly golden locks, I didn't noticed anything strange about her until we started to talk and walk back towards the changing and prep rooms. The second Woman, (who was nick-named 'Peaches'), had bright and vibrant orange eyes, and I kept noticing that her walk was kind of funny. When I glanced down to step into the room, I noticed that she wasn't wearing shoes, and in place of her feet were thick golden paws, that extended up to her knees. She was half-cat. I gulped, stepping into the room and looking at the man. He eyed me and smiled softly, looking normal enough with speckled grey jet black hair. He extended a hand to me and said, "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Soot, you're stylist." Soot turned to Harmony and Peaches and then looked me over, "Strip and bathe her ladies."
I froze as Harmony and Peaches drug me into the bathroom and eyed me, waiting for me to take off my clothes. I stared at them and then muttered, "You can't be serious." Harmony looked dead serious, so I slowly but surely took off my shirt and pants before glancing at the bright rosy pink water, "What's it going to do to me?" Peaches put a reassuring hand on my shoulder before I just trusted the Capitol not to kill me before the arena and dipped into the water with my toe. It was scolding hot for a minute, before the smell of Lilies filled my nostrils and I stepped into the bath, slowly sinking into the water and savoring the tingling feeling it left me. Soon Soot was coming into the room, scaring the crud out of me and telling me that I had 'exfoliated' enough and now it was time to do my make-up and hair... Yay, the fun part. Standing up, I felt Harmony wrap me in a robe tightly as the trio led me into a room and I was told to sit in a chair. Not five minutes later, Soot was doing my hair, which had already been taken down out of it's haphazardly done pony-tail before I was whisked off onto the train. I felt him brushing and drying it before I zoned out, letting Harmony and Peaches take over my face, blush was added, and cream stuff, but nothing heavy, until Soot finished my hair and told me to close my eyes. I felt a brush strocking my eyelids in wild motions until he told me to stand and drop my robe. I was beyond uncomfertable standing in the nude until I felt Harmony and Peaches slowly holding my arms up and slipping something on overtop of my head, being careful with my hair. The fabric was soft and feather light on me as I felt Harmony and Peaches curling something up my arms, that surprisingly didn't hinder my movement at all. Soot moved me off the pedistal in the center of the room and told me to open my eyes. Staring back at me was a girl I didn't know.
Her hair was a dark and rich brown with auburn highlights that kept being caught in the light, and it was feathered out. There was a simple headpiece attached to the top of my head that had three different brown feathers. That was when I noticed the drastic make-up they had put on me. My eyes were lined with brown eye shadow with orange flecks, feathering out from my iris and pulling the deep green out, making them pop. My lips were a soft pink as I bit the bottom and looked at the dress. It was made of sheer brown fabric that pooled in different places and hung around my body lightly. As I moved, it moved with me, rustling like Bird wings. That was when Soot told me to extend my arms. Attached to the brown ribbons twirled up my arms, the sides of the dress came up with me, giving me the illusion of being a Mockingjay. The very thing that Capitol didn't plan on creating. I grinned at Soot in the mirror and just nodded, ready to go out into the carriage area and make my appearance. Stepping away from the mirror, I followed Soot through a door until I spotted Oliver, dressed in a black suit with white highlights, making him look like a Jabberjay. Smart, showing us a team, and representing our District at the same time. I grinned at Soot, Harmony, and Peaches, making it known that I loved the outfit. Though I usually didn't dress this wacky, I kind of liked it. Now, it was time for me to stare at the other competitors... some of them weren't as lucky as Ollie and I.
District one was nice, the girl, Star, was dressed in a revealing red dress with orange gems that sparkled like the sun, while the boy, Spark was dressed in a jet black suit and a red shirt. His tie was a stark orange, and when he moved, he looked like a metor streaking across the sky. District two was... different. Both the boy and the girl were wrapped in gauze, in all the right places, if you catch my meaning. They looked miserable when they saw other Tribute's outfits. District Three was strange. The girl had a metal top on with metal stockings, while the boy only had metal stockings on. Okay... I scanned the crowd for Four and shockingly stared at the girl. Her make-up was green and she had a shell top on with sheer green fitted pants that looked like it was a scaly tail, like she was a mermaid. The guy was dressed in a fish-net top with baggy shorts and a trident in his hand. I wished I had my own weapon, but Soot didn't move forward to give me anything cool. Hmph. Both in Six were dressed in only a lab coat and glasses, both in Seven were in overalls with an Ax each, Eight's girl had a nice and sweet light blue cotton dress, while the guy had on jeans and a light blue cotton shirt. Both in Nine were dressed in Hunter's gear, with green tops and fitted brown pants, not to mention tall boots. But it was Ten that made me want to laugh my head off. The girl had on a tight full body white suit splotched with black to look like a cow and had a dairy bell around her neck. She looked murderously at the guy beside her, who had a full body fitted brown suit, and a hat with horns on it. I snickered to Oliver and scanned the last three Districts. Eleven's girl was small and had a dress almost like mine on, except it was lavender, while the boy was dressed in a gold suit. Twelve's girl had a dangerously short black dress with no back on it and huge high heels. She sparkled when she moved. While the guy had a grey suit and a completely soot covered face... I guess he was going to be 'mysterious'. Lastly, District Thirteen's girl was wearing a lime green dress that came to just above her knees and made squeaking sounds everytime she moved, like it was made of rubber. The boy had on a jet black suit with a neon green tie, to match her. I turned to look at the front, watching as the first two Districts were called and Number Three stepped into their carriage. Myself and Oliver had to make a good impression.

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Our carriage, which had our District's emblem painted in gold on it, rattled on through the windey road that was specifically meant to be for the Opening Ceremonies. My trident seemed to make the whole outfit less silliar. Jennette was dressed up like a mermaid, and supposedly I guessed I was dressed up as 'The King of the Sea', or something like that. I continued waving, trying to get sponsors. Because as it is now, I won't be allowed to have my trident or any weapon, unless I get it to the cornucopia, which I intended to get away from as fast as I could, and make my way into the nearest protection. Our carriage finally pulled back into the building, right as I thought the smile on my face would be stuck there forever. Districts 1, 2, and 3 had already all gotten dismounted. Right as me and Janette got our feet on the floor, District 5 pulled in. They were dressed as a Jabberjay and Mockingjay. Great, what screams Rebellion more than a Mockingjay? "HEY. BIRD-GIRL. What are you trying to do? Start a rebellion?" I asked, raising my eyebrows the District 5 tributes.

After the Tributes from District Four stepped into our Carriage, Oliver stepped up into ours, helping me up with one hand. Soot rushed over and adjusted a couple of things before waving us both off as the carriage moved out into the open. I kept my head up and trained forward, like Oliver, giving an intemindating glare to everything in front of me, and causing the crowd to go wild. Soot was right. These costumes were either going to keep us alive or get us killed. Right as we got about three-quaters of the way through, I extended my arms, showing off the 'wings' Soot had made for me, as the crowd realized what exactly we were. It pulled to a stop and I hopped down from it, feeling the dirt under my flat shoes Soot had put me in. Right as I looked back up, I met eyes with the boy from District Four as he asked me if I was starting a Rebellion. I held my head high, meeting his gaze and making sure my chin was level, This is for you Grandfather, I thought, glaring at him and taking Oliver's hand, "Maybe, why is any of your concern Sharkboy?" Oliver snickered behind me as we stepped up onto the stage and the host of the TV interviews eyed our looks with a grin. I realized what it must have felt like for my Grandfather to watch his friend Katniss stand on the stage, knowing that he might never see her again, and my stomach dropped. Perfect time to get cold feet, I thought sarcastically, but tried to keep my face level and fierce.

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