(Pairs on front page!)Vindictus Publici [Revenge of the People] (A Hunger Games RP by Abeiya and CS123)

Katniss

Katniss could not believe what she was hearing.

"How could you possibly believe that you could erase the Games from our past? I know that it would be incredible if we could drop those divisions, but there are other ways. It will not take as much bloodshed as what your new Games are going to cause. That sort of thinking killed my sister, Gale. You haven't changed one bit. Ever since we were in District 13, ever since you were assigned to Weapons there, you've been this way. You already know the effects this can have, Gale. I never thought I'd see the day when you would willingly kill so many people again... the ends you want to justify with this means... well, they're never going to come. You are damning Panem, Gale. And you know it. I don't want to see you do this, destroy the country, and even yourself... It could come to that, Gale. You are different, but you haven't changed. I'm not going to leave until you at least reconsider this."

It still felt futile... but she wanted these people to have a chance. She couldn't go down without a fight. It would go against everything she stood for, and she couldn't bare to watch innocent children die again. She remembered Gale signing up for so much tessarae during the days of the original Games... how he'd later rescued the refugees in District 12. Would he have been different if he'd been the one reaped into the Games instead of Peeta? He'd experienced pain, fear, the struggle to survive... but he'd never been in those Games he'd so hated. Surely he wouldn't consider bringing them back, for whatever purpose.

In her mind, she recalled voting yes for them, all those years ago in a conference room in the underground chambers of District 13. She could never forget that, her frenzied thoughts in the wake of Prim's death...

She had to keep trying, no matter how futile. Perhaps this conversation would prevent the deaths, at least for a time...

Announcer

He reached his trembling hand into the names again.

"Our next tribute in the Capitol Hunger Games is Nina Smithe," he began. He was surprised. This girl hadn't been in the head gamemaker's plans, unlike the very average twins and Maia Brown. It was strange to him... every name was rigged, but this one was truly random.

After she arrived on-stage, he pulled out a male's name.

"Al Adams."

This one was planned, though he had no idea why... he figured he'd rather not know. These poor children. He did his best to sound confident, but it was almost no use. He was only here in fear of the authorities, of the Gamemakers, and the President.

Phylicia

Phylicia scowled at the selection of someone she had not chosen for the Games. She was satisfied about the other rebel girl being chosen, as she would be more interesting to break than her original, average cover choice. But that Nina girl was someone she had not intended to reap. At least it would be a decent cover... but she would need to speak with her. Privately.

The woman took the scarce footage of the new, unplanned tribute, and began to alter it to make her more threatening, more deadly, in order to show it to the girl again.

"Alright, here is another person you must kill... as you already understand, you wish to destroy every opponent in the Games..."

The girl watched with stunned obedience, and the unstable fierceness of the hi-jacked took her gaze.

"Good... good, now remember, you kill all who are left.. and then you kill yourself. Whatever's available, you use. Your only purpose is to see that they die. And then you will as well..."

Gale sighed as his patience with this woman wore thin. "Katniss, this is not about what you thought or what you didn't think. I know that I can't say anything more to get it through your skull that the this has all already begun. If you want to stop it, you're going to have to do more than just talk to me. Stop being so naive about it; this is not the time for diplomacy, if this is really what you want. I know you don't want to, but you'll have to fight for it." Kill for it.

He walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a square, shallow glass, filling it up an inch with rich gold liquid. He took a long swig, as he did whenever he remembered Prim. "And if you're just here biding your time, don't bother. I'm not the only one in charge of this, nor can I stop all of this alone. I am asking you politely one last time to return to your vessel."

He dropped three ice cubes into his drink, "Non-compliance will be met with force."

"If this is how you are now, I'd hate to see you when you're sober. Just know that... if Panem collapses from this, the responsibility lies on you," Katniss said, taking a few steps closer and lowering voice toward the end of her words. She turned and started toward the exit of the Hovercraft. She knew what it would take to stop him... and she didn't want to be the one to start that again.

Slowly, she crossed the bridge into her vessel and flew it back to the ground. Though the landing was safe, she felt as though she had crashed. Katniss took her place with her family once more, and stared up at the stage. Somehow, someone was going to be another Mockingjay. These Games would not be completed... and she would do all that she could to help. No, she couldn't let that conversation break her spirit, though it had been broken long ago. This time, she and others would succeed entirely. Somehow. She would not let the people down...
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Phylicia allowed one of her expert specialists continue the girl's training, as she went out to observe the reaping more closely. Other than that one surprise, things were running quite smoothly. She watched with a smirk as the former Mockingjay's craft landed once more, clearly without success. The president knew what he was doing, though she imagined he wasn't doing well currently. That was his problem... in spite of all his attempts to be a cold politician, his emotions still got in the way. This country would be much different if she ran it.

She was grateful to have the freedom that she did to run the Games, but the president was important for this. It didn't matter what his opinion was, however, as long as it matched her own. She decided she might have a little "chat" of her own with him, just to ensure they were on the same page with her plans.

At that moment, one of her appointed Peacekeepers ran to her chamber.

"Ms. Feidelm, the girl... the tribute..." she began, a horrified expression on her face. "She just killed my partner."

Phylicia sighed. "Let the trainer handle it. He should know the procedure."

"But, my partner, he..."

"The trainer will handle it. Now go back and continue to guard them."

"But..."

"What is this problem? Go back to work!"

The young woman swallowed and turned herself around, going back to her work as commanded. Those Peacekeepers were always worried about the wrong things... it was easy to replace them, train them to be the way she wanted. She was working on her tracker jacker venom formula, trying to work out some more of the kinks within it, and she had given the girl the most advanced version she had created yet. But there was still more she could improve on.

One of the most unfortunate problems with the venom was its possible antidote, recently created--tracker jacker repellant. Some of the strongest repellant, when put into the bloodstream, could counter some of the hi-jacking. But the process was painful and dangerous... poisoning occurred quite easily with the repellant, and there were many repurcussions to putting it within one's body. Currently, she was working on making her formula resistant to this.

Phylicia sighed once more and reached her phone. It was time to have that chat.

Nina Smithe

Nina walked up to the stage, and waited patiently as the other names were called out. Hopefully she would do well in this barbaric contest. After all, High Command was very interested in the outcome of these "Hunger Games"....

Al Adams

Al calmly walked up to the stage, and let a bit of a smirk stay on his face as other names were called. Ah, finally! The chance had come for him to prove himself. His Creators would soon know for sure that he was a true Super Soldier.

((Sorry these posts are so lame. Couldn't think of much else.))

Kakseu's smile grew even bigger when she saw Al Adams come to the stage as she thought I bet he's enjoying this as much as I am. Since Everdeen can't stop the games, I will be able to continue as planned. I know none of these tributes expect what's going to happen after we get into the prepping place, well, except me of course! So she finally thought that she should make friends with him. "These games will be really disgustingly delightful..." She murmmered under her breath. Her voice didn't match her thoughts at all, it sounded very sweet and quiet.

((That's alright, Magus. Good start.))

Peacekeeper

The woman watched as the trainer tried to keep control of the hi-jacked tribute. None of this, absolutely none of it, she approved of. She disagreed with all of it. And now her comrade had taken the fall for their leader's terrible actions... the girl would be a real killer in the Games. And it was wrong. All wrong. Had it only been ten minutes ago that she'd told him to get up and tell the announcer that the girl was alright? Why had she followed those orders, when she knew what it would bring?

She was terrified. She hated her fear, but she couldn't put it away... not when she knew the power that the Head Gamemaker had. How she could end her life in just a second, if she caught any whiff of rebellion from those she wished to control. She couldn't blame herself for being afraid.

But this girl, this child... she had been braver than her, a trained official, a woman, an adult. Filled with rage and courage and determination... and even she had fallen to the Gamemaker's devices. What did that mean for her, the pathetic, disposable, pawn?

At this moment, she heard the girl's nearly inhuman scream. She did not permit herself to look inside at what might have brought this on.

Phylicia

Phylicia watched the Tributes as she awaited the President's answer. That Kakesu girl was trouble. She would enjoy seeing her death. There was no use in rebellion, not with her in charge. All would be crushed swiftly under her hand...

((Daggg,Phyliciakilledmyspacebar.))

Gale startedbleedingfromhismouth watched Katniss leave and sighed with relief. The reason he had been so forceful was because she was beginning to break him and he could not allow her to see that kind of weakness. Then she would go on thinking she could negotiate some sort of resolution to the Games with him. Then he would eventually succumb to her. Break down and tell her things he had neglected to tell even himself. Can't have that happen, now can we? he thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of the phone in his pocket. He clicked the button on the tiny bluetooth device in his ear that murmured the name of the caller. "Hello, Ms. Feidelm."

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Starlight was beginning to weigh what her strategies would be in her mind. She needed to be unobtrusive during any interviews. Maybe appear stupid. That would be safe, right? No one goes after the ditzy ones first. Can't be too ditzy though... Then they might think I'm an easy kill. Then I'll have to kill my pursuer first.

She was strong, but it was very possible for her to be overpowered. She would need to rely on brains over brawn. Maybe I'll find a caretaker instead of a partner. Someone stronger than me... Let them think we're protecting each other then turn around and... The idea was still sickening to her.

Phylicia waspromptlyshotintheneckwithanarrow. smirked slightly at the President's voice.

"Hello, President Hawthorne. That was quite a scene up in the sky there. Is everything alright?" she began. The most important part was that he had not changed his mind about anything, although she doubted that would occur, given his earlier positions. But those emotions of his sure got in the way. And all that drinking. Re-establishing the Hunger Games was a bold move, but after them, he would likely be quite a poor leader.

She would hoping that things would go her way after the Games. And she had to get started on that shift now.

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Blaze knew exactly what she would need to do to survive. After she was paired with someone, she would likely interact with them as briefly as possible. She decided it would be best for her to work on her own... make no connections. Although it would make it harder to find supplies, she figured she could manage. Another being would simply get in the way. She nearly shuddered at her own thought processes.

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Damir refused, at all costs, to kill or harm any of the tributes. But if the Capitol Games were anything like the original District Games, and his part of the city, his own family, would receive payment of some sort for winning... well, he could possibly use it to get better treatment for his family. No, no, he wouldn't think that way... he couldn't... killing, causing pain to others, it wasn't worth it. But in his mind they were there, rarely speaking, needing his or others' help, sleeping, waking, eating, drinking, going through all the motions, but never really being present. He tried to push the thought from his mind. They tried, they really did... but they could no longer do what they'd set their hearts on doing. In a way, they'd lost all that they'd lived for.

He tried to push the thought from his mind, struggling with it, not permitting it to be thought. But he remembered the few of his mother's words since the train crash.

"...More dead than alive..."

It took all his strength to keep him standing on that stage. A part of that spectacle. He glanced at his fellow tributes... all were about to be forced to kill each other, forced to make the young, unstable world watch. And if all went as planned, the one who survived would live with that on his or her head, in his or her mind, forever. The words haunted him. When he was home, he lived with ghosts, of former lives, of wills lost. They depended on him to live, for them, perhaps even to live through him... He had never expected that his indestructible mother and father could be crushed in just an instant. And now this was what they had left.

No, he decided. He would do whatever it took to get back some of what they once had. Anything.

But killing the innocent is something he knew they'd never want him to do... he could not give into it. Yet the hope that he could improve their lives, in any way, was simply something too intoxicating to resist.

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Katniss stared up at the President's craft in the sky, still there in her mind. Why hadn't she tried to stay longer? Perhaps she had been getting too him... she'd given up too easily. Now she'd lost her chance. But again, somehow, again, she could get to him. She could, couldn't she? But the thoughts were useless. She'd already lost that chance. And she would not get it back.

More blood would be on her hands if she didn't keep on trying. She had to keep trying...

Gale could hear the intent in her voice. "I wouldn't let something like that change my mind. This is already in full-swing, there is no backing out now," he murmured. "How are things going with the Elmas girl?" he asked, his mind flashing back to the girl who fought her reaping the hardest. He knew bits and pieces of Phylicia's work with developing assassins, or rather, some sort of super soldiers. His intuition told him that the girl was being trained at this very moment. It would make for exciting television.

"Is she still resisting?"

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Clarisse would play up her looks for the Games. She would go with a sweet, defenseless girl ploy. Her small, fragile appearance and a big grin made her look at least 2 years younger than she was and that would put her on the lower end for age in the games. Even killers took mercy on kids.

Phylicia knew that he could be no-nonsense if he tried. But he didn't always try hard enough.

"Oh no, I think she's coming around quite nicely. Being trained as we speak," she replied. She was brimming with excitement for the scenes to come, featuring the girl. Sorting out how she would get past the interviews and prep would be another thing entirely, but she would work that out when the time was right. The killing was the most important part, after all.

"Hm. That Nina girl looks rather suspicious. Would you agree?"

---

As soon as Helena's "combat training", as it was called, was completed, the female Peacekeeper was requested to escort her into her next phase. It was terrifying how quickly they could teach her these... "lessons". Now she would need to be made into the perfect, charming being that would show up in the interviews. But that would not fool a single person watching, and the woman knew it. The girl would not be so quick to comply to all the desires of the Gamemakers, had she not been hi-jacked.

But the next "trainer" was waiting for her in the etiquette room. She would be groomed to perfection. Somehow, she would become a carbon copy of her creator...

Gale could hear a certain sick excitement underneath Phylicia's voice. It didn't perturb him in the least. He appointed her because of her vicious nature. It takes a special kind of person to do her job...

"Good, good..." he said, in reference to Helena's training. Hopefully, no one would suspect a thing. Although if she looked a little crazy, no one would blame her. She was about to have to go kill twenty-three other kids. It was enough to drive anyone a little off the edge. Her purpose was to get viewers. Sponsors. Show the Districts why the Capitol had been so on board with the Games for so long.

"Smithe does look suspicious. I need you to do something about it, Ms. Feidelm."

Acacia looked at the hovercraft as it landed. She had a feeling that whatever Katniss said or did, it didn't work. It sent the woman into another fit, but this time she was screaming at the hovercraft.

"You monster! How dare you take my child! First my sister and now him! You give him back to him!! I won't let him die...I can't let him die....it's not right..." Acacia fell to her knees sobbing.

Katniss

Katniss knelt down by her friend, putting her arms around her, where she should have been instead of wasting her time. But it wasn't wasting her time, she corrected herself. She would make sure that no one else would have to suffer like this... she would end it. She could.l But she knew better than to believe that she could do it by herself. Glancing up from her friend, she found Peeta. He was the true leader when it came to the people. He always knew exactly what to say. He was strong, no matter what, in spite of all the odds they'd faced, although these days they both had nightmares to chase away. And they did all of it together.

If there was anyone who could end these Games before they started, it was him. And all the spirited youth who were still available and willing to fight.

Phylicia

"There is just something about her... And I will certainly take care of her. I'm certain we will have quite a fascinating chat when the reapings are over. Thank you for your consideration, President Hawthorne," she said. At this moment, the Peacekeeper from earlier approached once more. She narrowed her eyes.

"That will be all for now. Good day, President Hawthorne."

She hung up her phone.

"What is it now?" she said, feigning exasperation.

"Helena... I mean... t-the tribute girl... she's not cooperating very well."

She sighed, a hint of frustration beneath her breath.

"And you can't handle it?"

"The trainer sent me..."

"Alright, I'll be there," Phylicia replied, finally giving in. She did enjoy the personal encounters with the child, however. Watching her turn into the machine she intended for her to be.

Gale nodded, just before he realized that there was no way for Phylicia to see that. "Very well. Good-bye." He clicked the button near his ear again. "Let's head back to Two. I've got business to attend to there," he added more quietly, sounding frustrated, "And more than likely a press conference."

"Yes, sir."

The hovercraft turn its engines from the down position to the back position and before long, the craft was off to the east, toward District 2. I wonder which tribute I will sponsor... thinking about them like horses in a race. He wasn't betting on who would win. It was about who would place and show.

Doku, Kakseu's father, attempted to calm Mrs.Acacia as he walked over to her and patted her back twice while saying, "It'll be fine Mrs.Acacia. Your son and sister will live anyway! There's no need to be unhappy." After that he forced a smile. He knew after the Hunger Games were over and President Hawthorne was killed, Kakseu would have to be murdered. That really did kill him inside whenever he thought about it...she was a very nice girl, and he also still couldn't believe she accepted to do the thing.

((*gaspface* O:))

Phylicia

Phylicia stared at the girl, at the torn dress clothes upon the floor, and the etiquette trainer with his face in his hand.

"What were you thinking?!" she snapped at her Peacekeeper. "You just had her skip an entire lesson!"

She grabbed the arm of her trembling creation, and pulled her out, shoving the Peacekeeper into the hall as well.

"First she needs to be cleaned," she said, sharply, as she led them both down to a bathing room, where three of Phylicia's own stylists were waiting. The girl tilted her head, staring blankly at the wildly dressed, multicolor experts.

"You know my instructions."

They nodded, compliantly.

"Don't be afraid of her... she won't harm you."

At least, Phylicia hadn't ordered her to. But these beings weren't the disposable type. Really great stylists were hard to come by in the Capitol. She figured she could at least manage without them, however. She closed the door behind her, and before she could walk out of earshot, a sharp, quick, cry echoed from the bathing room. Phylicia gestured for the Peacekeeper to open the door. She stood there.

"I'm sure this doesn't require my presence," she muttered as she pushed past the woman. Surely she would demote her later.

When she opened the door, she found the girl holding her clothes to her chest with one hand, and her other around the slender neck of one of the stylists, the pinkish woman turning violet. The girl refused to release her.

"Oh, Miss Feidelm, please, please, do something!" the other two pleaded. Phylicia only glared.

"This wasn't ordered of you, Helena," she said calmly. The girl's grip only tightened.

"Release the woman, Helena."

Slowly, the girl lessened her grip. The woman fell to the floor, gasping, heaving for air.

"Come with me," she commanded of her. The girl dropped her clothes and followed the woman out.

Before they continued down the hall, she paused at her shell-shocked Peacekeeper.

Her eyes flashed silver like daggers.

"One more incident like this, and you're an Avox. Understand?"

The young woman's eyes widened. She nodded.

"Yes, Ms. Feidelm..."

"Good. Now take the stylist to the infirmary."

She complied without question now.

With this, Phylicia led the girl down the hall, putting on her night-vision glasses before entering the lightless training room again.

Acacia accepted the comfort and looked at Katniss. She could tell that she was right. That Katniss's talk with Gale didn't go the way she plan.

Cinna, now about to cry as well, tugged on Peeta's pants. "Daddy what is going to happen now? Will they really...kill those kids? Will Oleander not be able to play with us anymore?"

Katniss glanced up in the sky, and watched as Gale's hovercraft left its former post high above them. He was busy, as president, that was for sure. But she would catch him again. They all would.

"I'm so sorry, Acacia," she whispered. "We'll get him back somehow. I promise we will..."

Now she was sure they would...
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This was a threat. The woman dragging her back into the training room was a threat. This was someone she needed to take down, someone who intended harm for her. It was dark, and she was exposed, but she would take this woman down.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you, Helena. You know that's not my purpose here. I'm going to help you..." she began, in that voice of hers.

She saw the woman with the knife against the man's neck. That man she should destroy as well.

"You have to understand..." the woman began, gripping her wrists. She aimed to kick her, but she shoved her down.

"You must listen to the specific instructions I give you..."

Another needle jabbed her, pain rushing through her... she didn't understand why, but the feeling was familiar... and it was worse now. She writhed in pain.

"You will listen to me, Helena. You will kill all the tributes, as you know they want to harm you, as you know that they have done so in the past, and then you will kill yourself. Do you understand?"

She cried out once more. Something was stabbing her bloodstream... tiny little icicles inside... it was worse than the last time, whatever that was like. And she knew that she would have to follow orders from this voice, from this terrifying woman. But her voice rose and fell, and she saw the young men and young women from the stage, with all their threatening natures and she saw her blade coming at them... felt their blood on her hands.

Rage filled her being. She would do as she had to.
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The Peacekeeper stood outside the infirmary, thoroughly shaken. Luciana had seen the many Avoxes of Phylicia Feidelm. To the public, the practice of making a person an Avox had been discontinued. But to those inside, like herself, it was quite obvious that this had not occurred.

Phylicia pushed them around even more than her Peacekeepers. And she could tell that it was easier to be... disposed of... as an Avox, than a Peacekeeper. Luciana was still, technically, under orders of others of the Capitol. But the Head Gamemaker practically owned her. She'd watched her partner get killed by a brainwashed child, and then a thin, pink woman get severely injured by her...

Luciana could not let her continue this. And if she was killed, at least it would be for something worth a cause...

Foliage felt the buzzing of communication below him in the crowd, but he couldn't focus. The hovercar that Katniss had just disconnected from President Hawthorne's had only moments ago gave him hope had just landed on the ground in defeat. It seemed as if the previous image of rebellion couldn't do anything to change any of their fates.

But Foliage didn't need to see her face to know that she would try again.

The blurriness was giving him a headache, now. Half of him wanted to try and clear up his vision so he could figure out what was going on, but the other half couldn't stand to imagine what he would possibly see. But he did anyway.

He could hear the woman in the crowd, sobbing with such clarity, and the voices that surrounded her, attempting to give comfort. He numbly thought about his own father, whom he could not hear at all. And his mother.

He realized that his mother may not even know.

She probably turned off the television. And if she couldn't do that, she probably went outside to take a walk or something. Anything to avoid watching this event that Foliage was so eager to attend. Before. His thoughts started racing a million miles a minute, trying to subconsciously avoid thinking about anything that had to do with his mother.

Do not throw up. Do not throw up. I need to look confident. My father will probably have to tell...No, I need to look confident, stop thinking about that...my vision is blurry, I can't see anything, how will Katniss stop the President. My mom probably has no idea tha-...no, no, I wonder how many people are here, I wonder how many other children's last name is pronounced wrong, do I look like I need to throw up? Because I feel like I need to throw up. Maybe that's what the other tributes up here feel too...tributes...that's what I am now. That's how I will be known. A tribute...She won't even get to say any last words to m-...no! STOP IT!

Usually the rushing, uncontrollable thought stream was comforting. But now, it just made him as queasy as the uncontrollable events around him.

((Alright guys, sorry to put a pause on the RP right now, but I just wanted to make the announcement that I am going to be gone (as stated in my signature) from June 30th-July 11th, as well as from the 14th-17th of July. Internet addict will also be gone from July 1st-July 10th, and Abeiya will be gone from July 7th through July 16th. In light of this, we would like to see if anyone would be interested in temporarily playing our characters while the three of us are gone. Nightmare13 has agreed to play Katniss, and Abeiya will be taking Phylicia until she leaves, and I will be taking some of Abeiya's characters temporarily when I return. Is there anyone else interested in playing some of our characters? Let us know please, and thank you!

-CS123))

((Alright guys, sorry to put a pause on the RP right now, but I just wanted to make the announcement that I am going to be gone (as stated in my signature) from June 30th-July 11th, as well as from the 14th-17th of July. Internet addict will also be gone from July 1st-July 10th, and Abeiya will be gone from July 7th through July 16th. In light of this, we would like to see if anyone would be interested in temporarily playing our characters while the three of us are gone. Nightmare13 has agreed to play Katniss, and Abeiya will be taking Phylicia until she leaves, and I will be taking some of Abeiya's characters temporarily when I return. Is there anyone else interested in playing some of our characters? Let us know please, and thank you!

-CS123))

(Hey, I'm Nightmare 13. As previously stated I'm going to be taking over for ConfusedShipper, as Katniss. I also received word that I'm also going to be taking over the roles of Amira, and Damir, during the respective absences of their owners. As much as I should, and would love to post with any of these characters, it's 3 AM, and I was up till 4 AM last night, but I'll be on to post after some much needed rest, and hopefully I'll be much more able to post in the near future. Just thought I'd poke my head in, and announce that, as CS123 has just left. So yeah, happy Role Playing, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

-N13)

(Hey, I'm Nightmare 13. As previously stated I'm going to be taking over for ConfusedShipper, as Katniss. I also received word that I'm also going to be taking over the roles of Amira, and Damir, during the respective absences of their owners. As much as I should, and would love to post with any of these characters, it's 3 AM, and I was up till 4 AM last night, but I'll be on to post after some much needed rest, and hopefully I'll be much more able to post in the near future. Just thought I'd poke my head in, and announce that, as CS123 has just left. So yeah, happy Role Playing, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

-N13)

Kakesu stood there with the sick grin still planted on her face looking at the crowd. She knew that she would have to time this perfectly. Any mistake she made could jeopardize these tribute's lives, nobody would want that. So then she wondered...would Maia make a mistake? She did her first task perfectly. Being chosen, smiling at the announcer, and having me be placed in the Hunger Games. All in perfect order, all as planned. But she would be operating the controls, She even chose the best capitol stylists from the selection of about 12 districts for this. All of them had to be top notch professionals. They were even given, explained to, taught, and practiced how they would style me. All of these people look somewhat surprised or heart broken, but when they're all saved and the Hunger Games are destroyed...I bet they won't look like that! I might even kill game maker Phylicia. I bet Maia's gonna do the best she's ever done. Well, she has to, really. And my dad will do his task as well.

Happy Hunger Games Katniss, may the odds be ever in your favor!

((Okay, so Nightmare13 is taking over Amira for me, so will someone please take Zane and/or Norma? (I don't care about Norma as much.) Just as long as Zane isn't able to hold a weapon, I'll be happy. And N13, make sure that Amira connects EVERYTHING back to Liam's death and how it's 'her fault'.

Thank you all!

~IA))