My Hunger Games

by **missingllama** » Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:01 am

youwillburnwithus wrote:hey guys xx just wanted to give you guys a wee visual aid of Lilly's dress for the opening ceremony, hope you like it <3 xxx

OMG!!!! THAT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!!! :mrgreen:

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And I looove this chapter :lol:

by **Aira548784** » Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:11 am

This is good please keep writing.

by **youwillburnwithus** » Tue Apr 03, 2012 8:10 pm

thankyou guys xx keep the veiws & comments coming in, im open to all opinions on changes etc

by **youwillburnwithus** » Mon Jul 09, 2012 4:59 pm

Sorry ive not been on in a while guys...major writing block but im back!! and ill try and do as much as i can over summer

xx

Chapter 11
Elevators were not becoming my favourite place in the world. My experience extended to traveling in one to get to the room designated for my hour of goodbyes at the mayor’s house and now the seven nervous flights down to the training centre where I will spend the next few days preparing for the games. Doris was anxious to see us down to the training floor but Johanna insisted we make our own way down, to seem superior. Marco seemed tense as we neared our destination, I can’t say I was feeling much different, well who could blame you if you were going to be up close and personal with the people who be well be your killer. The doors open and with a deep breath, we stepped out into the first stage of hell.
I’ve never really been self-conscious, I’ve never had cause to...but with 11 other districts staring at you, you’re bound to feel a little uncomfortable. Why are we the last district down!? Everyone eventually stopped staring and focused on the huge man in the middle of the circle of tributes.
“Now that we’re all here...” he said with a pointed glance at Marco and I, I went red again “we can begin. Now....”
The man explained the rules, no hand to hand combat with other tributes. That’s what the assistants are there for and if we need any help to come and ask himself or anyone else and he finished with a
“And try not to get yourself killed...we don’t want to upset the audience with a dead tribute before the games begin.” And walked off with a chuckle.
I felt Marco tense next to me and I grabbed his arm. He relaxed, but my actions did not go un-noticed...especially by my good friend Charlotte. She smiled and batted her eyelids to Marco who blushed in reply and gave me an evil smile before strutting off to practice.
“I don’t like violence, but for her I’d make an exception...” I growled.
“I don’t know, she seems ok...” said Marco quietly
“Oh yeah, sure” I said in a sarcastic tone, “let’s see how nice she is when she’s holding a knife to your throat in a few days” I shudder at the memory of my nightmare.
“Ok, let’s just go practice, shall we?” he said, clearly dismissing the conversation.
“Yes. Let’s.” I reply in a similar fashion and storm away from him. I don’t know why it bothered me, charlotte smiling at Marco, maybe it’s just because she makes me feel uneasy...but if he wants to trust her or make an alliance with her...it’s his funeral. Literally.

by **missingllama** » Mon Jul 09, 2012 5:00 pm

youwillburnwithus wrote:Sorry ive not been on in a while guys...major writing block but im back!! and ill try and do as much as i can over summer xx

Chapter 11
Elevators were not becoming my favourite place in the world. My experience extended to traveling in one to get to the room designated for my hour of goodbyes at the mayor’s house and now the seven nervous flights down to the training centre where I will spend the next few days preparing for the games. Doris was anxious to see us down to the training floor but Johanna insisted we make our own way down, to seem superior. Marco seemed tense as we neared our destination, I can’t say I was feeling much different, well who could blame you if you were going to be up close and personal with the people who be well be your killer. The doors open and with a deep breath, we stepped out into the first stage of hell.
I’ve never really been self-conscious, I’ve never had cause to...but with 11 other districts staring at you, you’re bound to feel a little uncomfortable. Why are we the last district down!? Everyone eventually stopped staring and focused on the huge man in the middle of the circle of tributes.
“Now that we’re all here...” he said with a pointed glance at Marco and I, I went red again “we can begin. Now....”
The man explained the rules, no hand to hand combat with other tributes. That’s what the assistants are there for and if we need any help to come and ask himself or anyone else and he finished with a
“And try not to get yourself killed...we don’t want to upset the audience with a dead tribute before the games begin.” And walked off with a chuckle.
I felt Marco tense next to me and I grabbed his arm. He relaxed, but my actions did not go un-noticed...especially by my good friend Charlotte. She smiled and batted her eyelids to Marco who blushed in reply and gave me an evil smile before strutting off to practice.
“I don’t like violence, but for her I’d make an exception...” I growled.
“I don’t know, she seems ok...” said Marco quietly
“Oh yeah, sure” I said in a sarcastic tone, “let’s see how nice she is when she’s holding a knife to your throat in a few days” I shudder at the memory of my nightmare.
“Ok, let’s just go practice, shall we?” he said, clearly dismissing the conversation.
“Yes. Let’s.” I reply in a similar fashion and storm away from him. I don’t know why it bothered me, charlotte smiling at Marco, maybe it’s just because she makes me feel uneasy...but if he wants to trust her or make an alliance with her...it’s his funeral. Literally.