RP: Scream My Name: The Hunger Games [Horror_Show & kilaar33]

[Horror_Show]

Katniss had to rush to get out of the woods, to rush from the market, to have enough time to get prepared for the reaping. It was only a few days ago, she had to sleep in the same bed as her little sibling, to calm her as she woke with nightmares, scared to death she would be the one reaped to be in the games. Walking into the door she took off her leather jacket, it was her fathers, and saw Prim was already dressed, clean, in the best kind of dress they could afford in such a poor district, her hair was in two beautiful braids. She paced over bending down to greet her sister happily.

“Aww, little duck look how gorgeous you are. You better tuck in that tail.” She said, tucking in her shirt and bent back up to kiss her forehead. That was until her mother spoke, reminding her that she too had to get cleaned up.

“There’s a hot tub waiting for you, fresh soap…. your favorite kind. I made it,” her mother tried to smile, “some scrubbing brushes and powder. I also set something out for you.”

Katniss nodded and left silently to the other side of the small house to strip and get into the old fashioned tub, it was steaming. Her mother must have boiled a couple kettle full of water to fill the tub, as it was still very warm and had flower petals and bubbles in it. She knew her mother must have paid money she shouldn’t have to get such nice soaps. She started scrubbing down and using the lavender/rosemary soap. She dunked her head in the water and let her hair get soapy as they couldn’t afford shampoo.

An hour later, after her mother had braided her hair she was taking prim to the hall of justice, where kids ages twelve through eighteen had to sign in and wait to see if they got chosen for this year’s hunger games. Prim started hesitating as this was her first year and Katniss walked with her and let them sign her in first, showing Prim, she just had to have her finger pricked and to press her bloody fingerprint in a book.

“Go ahead duck.” Katniss said, stepping aside as Prim was taking longer. She jumped a little when her finger was pricked, but the woman pressed her finger down and dismissed her. Katniss walked with her sister and pointed where she was to go but bent down.

“Listen, this will all be over soon. Your going to be fine, you’re not going to get picked, I promise. We will meet up over there,” she nodded, “when its over. I love you.” She kissed her walking off with the older teenagers. Something about having to leave Prim alone made her stomach sink.

It looked like a concentration camp, with as many people were being lined up with guards everywhere. The kids were co-divided by male, female and age. Katniss squinted in the sunlight, watching them prepare on the stage. Then Effie Trinket in her ridiculous costume and make up came to the microphone.

“Welcome, Welcome! Happy Hunger Games…and may the odds forever be in your favor!” She clapped her hands together seeming overly excited for hosting such an event, she was choosing two tributes to their death. “Now before we began, we have a very special film. Brought to you all the way from the capital!” She pronounced with a strange accent.


Every year they played the stupid same propaganda video, summarizing how the districts have rebelled and caused the war and how so many had died and starved. Then there was a peace offering and how the games kept the peace, kept everyone saved and fed. It was all bullshit to cover up the true nature of the capitol. The video ended, the big screen shut off behind them and Effie was even silently mouthing the words to the video when she walked back up to the microphone.

“Now the time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing district twelve in the seventy fourth annual hunger games!” Effie walked over to the tub to pick a piece of paper. “Lady’s first.” She took a few seconds and walked back unfolded the piece of paper.

“Primrose Everdeen!”

It felt like time had slowed, that her words couldn’t have meant what she said. Prim looked shocked, petrified and confused. Katniss had lost her breath as her eye’s watered, she clenched her fist together and frantically looked for wherever Prim was.

“Where are you darling?” Effie asked as Prim still hadn’t moved. Prim slowly moved showing it was she that had been chosen. She bit her lip and slowly walked through the opening to the front.

Katniss left her own designated space to see Prim. She breathed out with tears and saw her walking and screamed out. “Prim!” Two guards immediately grabbed her, forcing her back and she started screaming. Prim looked back, still confused, still terrified.





“I volunteer!” She cried, she pushed the guards off, they looked shocked and she broke through and walked forward. “I volunteer as tribute!!” She said and rushed toward her sister. Prim ran up hugging her crying. She bent down, holding her.

“Little duck, you need to get out of here. Go to mom, go home. Please…” before she could finish Prim started crying, clinging to her for dear life.

“No! I won’t leave you!” She yelled.

“Prim go find Mom, you have to….I’m so so sorry.” Katniss said as more silent tears came down. Gale had been walking to retrieve Prim.



“It looks like we have a volunteer! How honorable! What a turn of events! Come up here, darling, come along.” Effie said, ignoring Prim screaming being taken away by Gale.

Katniss wad lead by the guards up to the stage and Effie held out her hand to help her up the last few and bring her to the microphone.

“District twelve very first volunteer, what’s your name dear?”

“Katniss Everdeen.”

“Well I bet my that was your sister.” Effie said holding her shoulders.

“Yes.” Katniss responded, with no emotion, but tears streaming down her face.





“Well lets give a hand to our very first volunteer!” The crowd simply put up a peace signal.

“Now for the boys!” Effie walked over to select a name for the boys. She called Peeta Melark.”

Katniss had known him, he lived not too far from her cottage. His family owned a bakery. Peeta made his way with the guards to the stage to stand by Katniss.

“Here we have it! Are two tributes from district twelve!” They shook hands slowly and faced the crowd.

“Happy Hunger games and may the odds forever be in your favor!”

She was led with Peeta back through the doors of the justice hall to separate rooms, where they would have final goodbyes from their family. She stood in a room, anxious, confused. Not knowing her life was changing this very moment.

She would have no idea that someone in a very questionable position would become emotional at her action of saving her sister, would become infatuated with her natural raw beauty, her emotions and ability to survive. Katniss Everdeen didn’t know even though she had just volunteered her death sentenced, she had only in fact started to walk her path, a path to someone who would do anything for her behind the veil. He would scream her name, make the people sing her name. He would make sure her life was protected. This man would change her life and she grow to balance her hate and devotion to him.

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[kilaar33]

Put simply, life was everything most anyone would've wanted. The world was not perfect, yet Plutarch Heavensbee wanted for virtually nothing. A loyal and well-thought-of member of Snow's inner circle, the man had publicly acknowledged merit as a strategist and propagandist. What he did in his own time, however, was all his own, and his private thoughts -- his views -- were similarly protected from the public and administrative eye. While so many stood in astonishingly neat formed masses in public squares watching the horrifying spectacle play out on a lone and massive monitor, Plutarch regarded the display from the comfort of home in the capitol. He sat beyond a mahogany desk whose surface was pristine and cleared save for the open composition book in which he had been scribbling notes.

Shrinking pupils swam in seas of cerulean as he regarded the television, watching as a young woman he'd had no knowledge of prior to that moment volunteered herself for the games. The display of selfless sacrifice was not something he'd been previewed to in a world where many might happily condemn their neighbor for a loaf of bread. The young woman was beautiful -- gorgeous, in fact -- yet it was a spirit that flickered in her eyes which truly set her apart. He watched the spectacle play out, and by its finale he was moved beyond words. Many onlookers might've felt a similar mixture of emotions: Pride, excitement, pity, and dread, but it was only Plutarch who had a genuine opportunity to have an effect. Katniss wouldn't know it anytime soon, but she had set in motion a sequence of events which not see her demise or even triumph over The Games. Rather, she had inherited a benefactor who would not see her done any harm that she could not persevere.

The gears were turning at full speed when a sudden ringing jarred him from his daze. A reflex kicked in, and his arm sprang out whilst he prepared himself for the very person he knew would be on the other end of the line. Plutarch gave a deft yank, drawing the phone to his ear. "Yes, of course, Mr. Crane. I'm watching."

He gave a thoughtful nod as the Head Gamemaker offered a musing. "Without a doubt. She's perfect," he offered. Katniss was indeed the sort of icon any thoughtful propagandist would latch onto. Her beauty gave her a common appeal, yet her outspoken and bold nature set her apart. With bravery and the will necessary to volunteer herself for a one in twenty-four chance at living to see another reaping, she was rarer than a diamond and absolutely destined to inevitably fall into Snow's crosshairs.

 

[Horror_Show]

Katniss stood anxiously awaiting what was going to happen next. She was in a small room in the justice hall and knew Peeta was probably in another similar room. She had always wondered what happened after someone was chosen as a tribute, what it was like to go through what the capitol did to them. The media, being forced to primp around like celebrities, the training and then the game.

In seconds the door opened and her sister ran to hug her crying. Katniss had breathed out and bent down holding Prim, scared to let go. Her mother had also stepped inside and Katniss just looked up at her while holding her crying sibling.

“You have to take care of her….you can’t ignore her.” Katniss said with a cold voice with swelling eyes and her mother obediently nodded. She pulled Prim back who was hysterical.







“Little duck, listen,” She rubbed her sister’s shoulders, “Your going to be fine, don’t get any more food, it's not worth having your name put in more times….use your goat to sell cheese. Gale can help you guys hunt.” She said and Prim leaned into her chest.

“You can win….you can hunt, come home.” She said in a pitiful soft cry and Katniss nodded.

“I can, I can hunt. I will.” She said.

She slowly stood letting go of Prim and walked over hugging her mother silently. It was then that two guards came in grabbing them saying their time was up. It happened so fast and Katniss could only try not to cry as she could hear her sister's cries. The door slammed shut and she breathed out trying not to fall apart until the door opened and it was Gale.

“Oh god,” She breathed as Gale pulled her into a strong hug.

“I’m fine,” She sniffed and he nodded.





"I know….I know,” He pushed her back and eyed her with a deep strict gaze, “You can hunt, you can do this. You get to an arrow, if you can’t make one.” He said and Katniss looked at him and wiped tears.

“I can hunt animals…..not people” She said and Gale shook her a little.

“They’re the same. You don’t hesitate, you shoot to kill.” He said and before she could even respond, he was taken out and she was left all alone.

Minutes later the guards didn’t hesitate to escort her and the male tribute to the train that would speed them into the capitol, past all the other districts. Effie Trinket was the escort of both district twelve tributes and she kept talking about how they were going to be living like royalty and made it all sound like it was all worth it for what week of royalty they would live. On the outside she seems posh like so many of the other capitol residents, Katniss ignores her and kind of just goes numb zoning out everything, it was her only way of dealing with the shock of what had just happened.






As Katniss was taken to aboard the train and looked like a zombie she still wouldn’t know one man had his eye on her. That he would do everything in his power to protect her. She had no idea that he was going to make sure she had everything necessary to win, to survive and if that didn’t work he would get her out himself. Her training would be different, her representation would be by the best, she was only days away from the game and days away from meeting her admirer, but he would come to be someone in the background, someone she wouldn’t really notice until the time was right. She also wouldn’t know, his background, how he had a hidden identity and was truly fighting for the right. But everyone has a weakness, taboo or not and his would be her.