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I know. Finding out about that was the happiest moment of my life! Razz



Which is pretty sad when you think about it... Shocked

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It's not sad... You found a place to express your creativity in one of your favorite ways! Very Happy

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Thank you! Now I can stop seeing my psychologist!

*picks up phone*


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I NEED BONUS CONTENT!

I promised readers on the site bonus content, but we don't have any! What do I do? Help!!! Shocked

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Well, ahh.. Ehh...
First of all, you can post that part:
I look upwards, to the gleaming and radiant sun, sitting gracefully in the sky. That sky seems so out of place, especially on a day like today. I guess that’s the Earth mocking us, enjoying seeing us in pain.
Pessimist.


Maybe you could make a poll, where the readers will say who they think said it?

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ronile wrote:Well, ahh.. Ehh...
First of all, you can post that part:
I look upwards, to the gleaming and radiant sun, sitting gracefully in the sky. That sky seems so out of place, especially on a day like today. I guess that’s the Earth mocking us, enjoying seeing us in pain.
Pessimist.


Maybe you could make a poll, where the readers will say who they think said it?


You are... a genius!!! Thank you!!!

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I've been told. Cool

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1)
Did you make the town square for 9? Mayeb if you did (though you really don't have to), you can post a picture or two of it.

2)
What did we say we're going to do with the arena?

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Follow Sashunya's original idea for the four elements, and the river and cliff and stuff. I was to make a vague map, nothing descriptive, and make an interview between Caesar Flickerman and the Head Gamemaker. Dedris. First name that popped into my head. Sounds Capitol-ish, doesn't it? Very Happy

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Very! farao

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Want to hear something very embarrassing and hilarious?

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*nods*

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When I wrote this:


Purle-Stream wrote:Follow Sashunya's original idea for the four elements, and the river and cliff and stuff. I was to make a vague map, nothing descriptive, and make an interview between Caesar Flickerman and the Head Gamemaker. Dedris. First name that popped into my head. Sounds Capitol-ish, doesn't it? Very Happy


The first time I wrote this, I wrote it like this, without even realising...

Follow Electric's original idea for the four elements, and the river and cliff and stuff. I was to make a vague map, nothing descriptive, and make an interview between Caesar Flickerman and the Head Gamemaker. Dedris. First name that popped into my head. Sounds Capitol-ish, doesn't it? Very Happy
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My mom asked why I was laughing......

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I called Jory Kade once, but I was fast enough to change it. Cool

(Still laughing btw)

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Oh, how much we love our tributes. Razz

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lol!
I bet you were expecting to see the scary face! Ha! How's that for unexpected?!

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A+ Ronile, A+ Laughing

I'm so sorry, I have to go. I'll be on later, if you are. Bye! Sad

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cheers


Bye!

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I'm glad you guys all agree that we can finish our chapters early. 'Cause I finished mine. Razz Here it is, I hope you like it!






I look upwards, to the gleaming and radiant sun, sitting gracefully in the sky. That sky seems so out of place, especially on a day like today. I guess that’s the Earth mocking us, enjoying seeing us in pain.
Pessimist.



I stand outside the square, watching the rest of the district pour in. I frantically search each person, trying to spot the figure of my father, but he is nowhere to be seen. I wait there, like I promised him I would, until a Peacekeeper walks up to me, a grieving look on his face.



“Get in there with the rest.” He says monotonously.



I pan down and gaze in horror at the baton in his hand. I look back up at him, and follow him to the enclosed area. I slip into the crowd, among the hundreds of others like me.



Even though I am lost in a sea of seventeen year old boys, I cannot give any the title of ‘friend’. Which is sad in itself, since companionship is the only thing we have left in this sad excuse for a country.



While many of the people beside me blabber to each other how worried they are, I just grin.
All of these people are so paranoid, they aren’t getting picked. In District Nine, the poor people are always chosen. Because they have to sign up for tesserae. Well, I guess the custom isn’t just for nine, I guess it applies to all the other districts, too. But in nine, many people steal grain on the sly. A few get caught, but most don’t. So we are pretty lucky in terms of tesserae, but for the other districts, well…
They’re not as lucky.



I don’t mean to mock the institution of tesserae, and laugh at those who are poor. I guess I know my odds of being chosen are incredibly low, so I am open to be as judgemental as I want. My father and I aren’t rich exactly, but we easily surpass the income of many merchants here. All because my dad is an avid inventor.
So when I see many kids grovelling, I snigger. Seriously, I don’t know how someone can succumb to tears just thinking of the Reaping. Toughen up, seriously.



Off in the distance, I can see the mayor mount the stage, a bored expression on his face.



I look up at the seats and see the Capitol escort, looking odd and scary as always.



A little further from the escort sits the mentor. Since there is only one living victor here, the tributes have to share the same mentor.
Shows how good we are in the Games.



After the mayor shares his rather boring speech, the escort hops to the microphone, in a happy daze.
“Boys and girls, men and women, it’s time to meet the tributes from District Nine!” She cheers.



I don’t even bother to remember her name. She sticks her purple hand into the bowl, and pulls out a slip of paper. With a look of pleasure on her face, the escort reads it to everyone in the square.



“The female tribute from District Nine in the thirtieth Hunger Games is… Pippy Ralin!” She cheers.



A small girl starts to make her way to the stage, her face as pale as a ghost.



Until a figure leaps from the rope and races to the girl.
“Pippy! Pippy, no!” She cries.
The face of the girl looks familiar, but no name surfaces. But like many of the other people, we all turn to the girls making their way to the stage.



“I volunteer! I volunteer!” The girl screams.



“No!!!” Pippy cries, as a boy races to her side.



The girl walks rigidly to the stage, and stands next to the escort.
“Now, may I ask your name?” The escort asks.
“Emmi-Belle. Emmi-Belle Hansman.”
With a gleeful smile, the escort raises Emmi-Belle’s hand in triumph.
“District Nine, your female tribute!”



Everyone hates it when someone volenteers. Either because everyone hates them for wanting to be famous, or being so selfless and giving themselves up. It isn't right.
"So, Emmi-Belle, was that your sister you just volenteered for?" The escort asks, as peppy as ever.
"No, that wasn't. Pippy is actually my boyfriend's sister."
The crowd goes silent, and many people turn to Pippy, looking dejected. She should be thankful for being saved. Not everyone is as selfless as Emmi-Belle.
I hate selfless people.



All you can hear is some soft clapping, not an applause worthy of the Capitol. The escort laughs awkwardly, before bounding to the male tribute bowl. She pulls out a slip, buried deep in the middle, and smiles to the crowd.
“Everyone, meet your male tribute… Cyrus O’Keefe!”



I freeze. Not on purpose, either. I find myself being pushed through the crowd, and to the stage.



I stand next to Emmi-Belle, and she gives me a weak smile, no doubt mocking me.



I shoot her a fierce look and ignore her. She isn't worth my time.


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I think this is a blooper worth mentioning.


This picture was supposed to be Elysabeth, the escort, announcing Cyrus' name at the Reaping. Well, Emmi-Belle didn't like that!




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AWESOMENESS!!!!!

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Razz

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Hey Jory....



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