the 19th Hunger Games: ch.12 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
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the 19th Hunger Games: ch.12
Chapter 12
From my moment of victory, everything went too fast. A hovercraft appeared above me, someone came down specially to pry Lan's dead body from my arms and place me onto the ladder. I was hauled up, dragged in and cleaned up but inside I was a mess. Lan's last words where to warn me of the future and to tell me he loved me. I hadn't realised it before until he told me but he'd been the peaceful spot in my dreams. I hadn't recognized the feeling because I refused to, because in my world love came only in combination with horrible pain. And my winning had only confirmed that idea.
I was sedated and while I slept, a medical t
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.11 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
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the 19th Hunger Games: ch.11
Chapter 11
The second I asked that question aloud, the whole arena changed. I mean, it literally changed. The ground started to shake and tore apart. We had to get up and run for our lives or we would've been dragged straight into nothingness. One tear turned into a giant gash of at least 70 feet wide. Normally 70 feet is nothing, but in this case it was a lot. Because across of that gap, Ursula and the boy from 4 stood. His arm was wounded but otherwise he seemed healthy. They laughed at us and before too long I realized why: we'd have to come to their side or die here. The ground was tearing up again but out of the 70 feet broad gasp arose
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.10 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.10
Chapter 10
My dreams were no more than blurs and hazes, flashing colours and vague sounds. But in the midst of all that, there was a patch of silence, a small spot radiating peace. I tried reaching it all the time but it was like a wall was pulled up between me and that one place. Every time I tried focussing on it, it faded away like a ghost.
I woke up feeling uneasy and my mind was haunted by my dreams. I snapped at everyone in the morning and felt wired and drained in the afternoon. I was no use to anyone and kept to myself in the fort. Like this a few days past, I'm not even sure how many. During those days of feeling unsure and on
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.9 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.9
Chapter 9
When waking up, I vaguely remembered seeing Sylvari's face hovering in the sky. I was convinced she'd tried to kill me, hallucinating that she was still alive. I can't even remember what else I hallucinated about. I saw giant snakes and bumblebees, and tiny kittens with horrible claws and whatnot. I dreamed about being eaten several times too. But all the time I was the worst, a pair of arms was holding me, and another pair of hands working rapid but carefully to fix me. A remember a couple of times I tried to kill the arms and hands but I never succeeded, thank goodness.
When I finally woke up, my whole body was burning. Every
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.8 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.8
Chapter 8
Early in the morning I woke up by the sound of splashing water. I tore open my eyes, propped myself up to my elbow and turned my eyes to the lake. Lan and Sylvari were frolicking around like children, hip deep into the water. Lan was holding up a fish triumphantly while Sylvari spattered water onto him. For some reason I wasn't sure how I felt when looking at the whole scene. Then I noticed Oscar, just a few metres away from me, his gaze carefully trained on me.
"Hi," I said, ignoring the look in his eyes. "Slept well have ya?" He nodded and yawned.
"Just the ankle nagging," he murmured. "What about you?"
"Too, minus the ankle,"
the 19th Hunger Games: ch. 7 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch. 7
Chapter 7
"There the little bugger is!" the annoying girl who'd nearly cleaved my legs called. "Get him!" She was obviously the leader because the other five approached slowly while she kept standing in her spot just beneath me.
Lan jumped up as quickly as he could but I could see he was hurt. Still, he grabbed an axe from his belt and started swinging it slowly, scaring the other five.
"He's got a weapon, Ursula," a boy said. I wasn't sure weather he was 1, 2 or 4. But at least it was clear now who the girl was. She was from 1, meaning she had to die. Soon.
"So do you," she said. Lan stepped back and bumped into the tree, grimacing
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.6 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
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the 19th Hunger Games: ch.6
Chapter 6
That night, the night before the games, I had a hard time sleeping. My face was still burning because of my harshly cleaning the make-up off my face. And as I lay there, my mind kept racing, anticipating what to expect in the arena, then discarding the idea and continuing to another. I kept telling myself it was useless, all that thinking, but it was no use. I got out of bed, took a shower, tried sleeping in my underwear but nothing did me any good. I was just too nervous, to afraid. All the events of the past days passed before my eyes. My easy nature before everything, how I stood at the reaping, trying to figure out who'd be rea
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.5 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.5
Chapter 5
The day of the interview was completely different from what I'd had in mind. I'd thought I'd be dressed in pants at least, without any make-up, my hair loose and me being silent as the night. Yune though had completely different thought. When I'd voiced my idea to her the morning after the private session with the Gamemakers, she'd decided she agreed but not about my costume.
So I ended up with Caesar Flickerman in a short, tight plaid blouse without long sleeves, torn, dark blue hotpants, my own boots and jacket. My hair was shining and drawn back in a messy ponytail, some strands hanging loose. I felt really weird in it. In c
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.4 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.4
Chapter 4
That evening, dinner was horrid. Not the food, that part of dinner was great. But the whole atmosphere was drenched with hatred towards one another. No, correction. The whole atmosphere was drenched with hatred towards Ahm, and from his point towards us. He hated Yune and Mace and he hated us. Yune and Mace and Oscar and me, we hated Ahm right back. He'd gotten even more unpleasant after our victorious tour through the Capitol. He hated how the crowd had adored us but even more, he hated how he was now the escort of the two kids who might really stand a chance. He thought he'd get through this easily, seeing us getting killed and t
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.12 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.12
Chapter 12
From my moment of victory, everything went too fast. A hovercraft appeared above me, someone came down specially to pry Lan's dead body from my arms and place me onto the ladder. I was hauled up, dragged in and cleaned up but inside I was a mess. Lan's last words where to warn me of the future and to tell me he loved me. I hadn't realised it before until he told me but he'd been the peaceful spot in my dreams. I hadn't recognized the feeling because I refused to, because in my world love came only in combination with horrible pain. And my winning had only confirmed that idea.
I was sedated and while I slept, a medical t
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.11 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.11
Chapter 11
The second I asked that question aloud, the whole arena changed. I mean, it literally changed. The ground started to shake and tore apart. We had to get up and run for our lives or we would've been dragged straight into nothingness. One tear turned into a giant gash of at least 70 feet wide. Normally 70 feet is nothing, but in this case it was a lot. Because across of that gap, Ursula and the boy from 4 stood. His arm was wounded but otherwise he seemed healthy. They laughed at us and before too long I realized why: we'd have to come to their side or die here. The ground was tearing up again but out of the 70 feet broad gasp arose
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.10 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.10
Chapter 10
My dreams were no more than blurs and hazes, flashing colours and vague sounds. But in the midst of all that, there was a patch of silence, a small spot radiating peace. I tried reaching it all the time but it was like a wall was pulled up between me and that one place. Every time I tried focussing on it, it faded away like a ghost.
I woke up feeling uneasy and my mind was haunted by my dreams. I snapped at everyone in the morning and felt wired and drained in the afternoon. I was no use to anyone and kept to myself in the fort. Like this a few days past, I'm not even sure how many. During those days of feeling unsure and on
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.9 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.9
Chapter 9
When waking up, I vaguely remembered seeing Sylvari's face hovering in the sky. I was convinced she'd tried to kill me, hallucinating that she was still alive. I can't even remember what else I hallucinated about. I saw giant snakes and bumblebees, and tiny kittens with horrible claws and whatnot. I dreamed about being eaten several times too. But all the time I was the worst, a pair of arms was holding me, and another pair of hands working rapid but carefully to fix me. A remember a couple of times I tried to kill the arms and hands but I never succeeded, thank goodness.
When I finally woke up, my whole body was burning. Every
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.8 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.8
Chapter 8
Early in the morning I woke up by the sound of splashing water. I tore open my eyes, propped myself up to my elbow and turned my eyes to the lake. Lan and Sylvari were frolicking around like children, hip deep into the water. Lan was holding up a fish triumphantly while Sylvari spattered water onto him. For some reason I wasn't sure how I felt when looking at the whole scene. Then I noticed Oscar, just a few metres away from me, his gaze carefully trained on me.
"Hi," I said, ignoring the look in his eyes. "Slept well have ya?" He nodded and yawned.
"Just the ankle nagging," he murmured. "What about you?"
"Too, minus the ankle,"
the 19th Hunger Games: ch. 7 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch. 7
Chapter 7
"There the little bugger is!" the annoying girl who'd nearly cleaved my legs called. "Get him!" She was obviously the leader because the other five approached slowly while she kept standing in her spot just beneath me.
Lan jumped up as quickly as he could but I could see he was hurt. Still, he grabbed an axe from his belt and started swinging it slowly, scaring the other five.
"He's got a weapon, Ursula," a boy said. I wasn't sure weather he was 1, 2 or 4. But at least it was clear now who the girl was. She was from 1, meaning she had to die. Soon.
"So do you," she said. Lan stepped back and bumped into the tree, grimacing
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.6 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.6
Chapter 6
That night, the night before the games, I had a hard time sleeping. My face was still burning because of my harshly cleaning the make-up off my face. And as I lay there, my mind kept racing, anticipating what to expect in the arena, then discarding the idea and continuing to another. I kept telling myself it was useless, all that thinking, but it was no use. I got out of bed, took a shower, tried sleeping in my underwear but nothing did me any good. I was just too nervous, to afraid. All the events of the past days passed before my eyes. My easy nature before everything, how I stood at the reaping, trying to figure out who'd be rea
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.5 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.5
Chapter 5
The day of the interview was completely different from what I'd had in mind. I'd thought I'd be dressed in pants at least, without any make-up, my hair loose and me being silent as the night. Yune though had completely different thought. When I'd voiced my idea to her the morning after the private session with the Gamemakers, she'd decided she agreed but not about my costume.
So I ended up with Caesar Flickerman in a short, tight plaid blouse without long sleeves, torn, dark blue hotpants, my own boots and jacket. My hair was shining and drawn back in a messy ponytail, some strands hanging loose. I felt really weird in it. In c
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.4 by CriminalMasterbrain, literature
Literature
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.4
Chapter 4
That evening, dinner was horrid. Not the food, that part of dinner was great. But the whole atmosphere was drenched with hatred towards one another. No, correction. The whole atmosphere was drenched with hatred towards Ahm, and from his point towards us. He hated Yune and Mace and he hated us. Yune and Mace and Oscar and me, we hated Ahm right back. He'd gotten even more unpleasant after our victorious tour through the Capitol. He hated how the crowd had adored us but even more, he hated how he was now the escort of the two kids who might really stand a chance. He thought he'd get through this easily, seeing us getting killed and t
... That's why she fell off the stairs once and couldn't remember... but realized that would explain the sour back in the morning xD
... Thinks demi latte means there's 50% less milk in a carton.
... Likes peanut butter/jelly.
... Knows it's highly dangerous to underestimate the viscosity of mud pools.
... Likes tax-free shopping.
... Yet the only problem is, when there's tax-free stuff, she never has money >.>
... Never knows what to say.
... Therefore hates awkward silences.
... Loves to search for the holy grail in her dreams.
... Has her phone filled with shameful music.
... Yet listens to it proudly so (but never admitting it).
... Always laughs at the n00bs.
... Even though she's one herself.
... Never listens.
... Yet pretends to.
... Is scared of nothing except clowns.
... Is only a god.
... Doesn't know what else to type here.
... Used to write her own name spelled wrong on test papers.
... Got lower grades because of that.
... Is gonna stop typing now.
... Says 'bye'.
Current Residence: Wonderland deviantWEAR sizing preference: M Print preference: A4 Favourite genre of music: Death metal Favourite photographer: Paolo Roversi Favourite style of art: photography Operating System: os X.6.6 & Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Apple iPod Shell of choice: The one tiny crabby like things live in Wallpaper of choice: Ruby from The Path Skin of choice: A very pale, almost white skin. Call it Vampire. Favourite cartoon character: Lisa Simpson Personal Quote: per undas adversas
I was tagged by ~January-Rose (https://www.deviantart.com/january-rose) so yeah, now I feel obliged to do this x'D
Rules:
1. You must post these rules.
2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves in their journal.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged him/her.
6. No tag backs.
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you are reading this." You legitimately have to tag 11 people.
Okay, first 11 things (pfffff, that's a lot!) about
To take the quiz, put an x next to every statement about each character that applies to you, then add them up, and you're whichever character you checked off the most statements for.
The world will be watching you so may the odds be ever in your favor.
KATNISS
[X] You would do anything to protect your family.
[X] You have good aim (best shot @ platoon)
[ ] You hate cats.
[ ] You like to wear your hair in a braid (hair stops growing.. never gets long enough for a braid)
[X] You find sticking to instructions tough.
[X] You aren't too fond of people in general.
[X] You hate being indebted to people (mostly I try to fulfill my debt w