That's right, it's back! Why, you may ask. I wrote Suzanne Collins to see if she would publish it for me! If she says yes, I need help with characters. So, I am going to re-start this wonderful fan fiction! I'll only post one update per page as the chapters are so long! I know most of you have read this before, but some haven't. I am going to start fresh! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue Katniss' Intro The Games are over. Snow is dead. So is Coin. I was the Mockingjay. You know why. You know my story. But there are things you don't know. Like Snow's granddaughter, Abigail Snow, took over the Capitol. My daughter, Primrose, named after my dead sister, is going to tell her story. It is like mine, yes. But she was put through more. She was tortured. Before this, she was famous, loved, hated. But, that changed. I do not want to spoil, but I must say a few things. I watched her go through my life. Everything I saw was like me in some way. Every second. Every movement. Everything reminded me of me. Also, I watched it. I called her name once, but I never wanted to call it again. I was her escort and her mentor. Peeta was also. Now, she is going to tell her story. She will tell how she was almost destroyed, crushed, killed. And her name is Rose... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before I go on, I need more characters. I'll post which characters I need once I get some bumps.
Alright, so, I need the following with the by them: District 1 Abigail Snow's daughter District 1 Abigail Snow's son District 2 District 2 Gale Hawthorn's son District 3 District 3 District 4 District 4 District 5 District 5 Foxboy District 6 District 6 District 7 District 7 Johanna Mason's son District 8 District 8 District 9 District 9 District 10 District 10 District 11 Camila District 11 District 12 Primrose (Rose) Mellark District 12 Mystery District 13 District 13 Do Not give a personality for those who have names. I have personalities planned out for them. But give a name, age, personality, looks, et cetra about other characters I need like Snow's children. If you want a character in any other district, just say so! Thanks!
^^ Ah yes. Beatrix Reyes Age: 15. Green eyes, black hair down to her shoulders that is completely straight. Slim, awkwardly tall. Five-nine. District 13 (?) Quiet, Afraid to speak her opinion, and loves to think by herself. Doesn't like to be social. Only speaks to some. ^^ Its cool that you were able to talk to her!
@Bekka, Accepted! And I know! I just hope she will help me publish this! @Charlie, sadly, yes. She was rushing to help children who were bombed when the remainder of the bombs blew up. Cried my eyes out at that part.
Lol I cried too during that part. Now I have a bunch of tears stains in my Mockingjay. I would like to make a character. Allora Flema Rough, long black hair w/bangs, ice blue eyes (and I'm talking ICEY!!!), strategizer, likes to be in control, deadly. District 11(?) Weapons:Works best with daggers, nature/plants, axe, bow.
Ohhh!!!*smacks forehead* duh BUMP!!!plus this is the color I want her eyes to be, plus plus she is 6'1", very tall
>.< Could Gale's son's name be Victor? My good friend is named Victor and he pleaded (as much as a boy can plead a girl) for me to recommend his name Character~! District 4 Sapphire Emmera 16 Reserved, a good thinker, charismatic, intellectual, doesn't show her feelings easily, keeps to herself Looks(face): Long chocolate brown hair, sapphire eyes, fair complexion, slim and tall (around 167-168cm) Bow and arrows (She finds the tridents too hard to throw as she is slim) Swift An orphan, lives by herself since she was 13(when her parents died). She worked as a fish seller since she was 14(when her parents' money ran out), and earned a decent salary that could buy her a decent meal and clothes. [You can omit this part if you want ^.^]
@Roze, I am going to change your district it District 7, I hope you don't mind @Tiffy, I accept your character. And I already gave the name Victor to another character who will become more important in the second and third book of mine. Sorry, dear. @Charlie: Finnick, Peeta's stylist and crew, Snow, Coin, and that's all I can think of, but I know there is more... But anyway, here is a spectacular update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Rose They came and gone. He died and so did they. We all thought it wouldn't happen again. The Hunger Games were gone and now they are back. Not entirely the same, of course. But now it's called the Arena. It started eight years before I was born. Mom tried to stop it, but President Abigal Snow wouldn't listen. Now, children 13-17 would be forced to enter the Arena. Like the Hunger Games, there is a reaping. I have two more years of this. And I spent time like my mother would, hunting. If you didn't figure this out by now, my mother is Katniss Everdeen, but she goes by Mellark now. She was the Mockingjay, the Girl on Fire, you probably heard her story. I have a little brother who is twelve named Hunter. My father, as you know, is Peeta Mellark. And me, I am Rose Mellark. I was named after my aunt Primrose. I walked past the torn down electric fence that no one bothered to fix. Gale and other survivors of the Seam tore it down, as you may know. I picked through the remains as bits and pieces tug at the hem of my jeans. I walked deep into the Meadow. I picked and pushed my way the tree that held my bow. I reached into the nook of the old elm to realise, it's not there. At first, I don't jump into any conclusions. I just pushed my way to the young pine that held my quiver of arrows, thinking that I misplaced my bow there. When a root caught my jeans, I fell, only to be caught by the earth. Grass and dirt covered my face. I got up and kept going. I would wash my face later. I finally got to the young pine and peered into the tree's branches. I didn't see anything except needles and branches. There wasn't a bow or arrow in sight. Great, I thought, who would want to take my bow and quiver full of arrows knowing it would irritate me? "Matt," I muttered. Matt was the guy I loved with all my heart. And I intended to marry him. I picked my way through brush and branches slowly and stealthily. Then I saw a figure about fifteen to twenty feet away. I pushed my way toward it. When I came up behind it, I took its hand and and whispered in its ear, "It's wrong to steal from the love of your life." "Really?" he replied sarcastically. He turned around and peered into my clear blue eyes with his sparkling green ones. "How are you?" he asked and kissed me lightly. "Good, but first, hand them over," I replied, holding my hand out. "What are you talking about?" He smirked. "Matt," I said sternly. I have a short fuse when it comes to my temper. "Fine," he scowled and gave me my bow and quiver of arrows. "Thank you," I replied with a smile. "Now, let's go hunt." We headed out, searching for some game. Finally, we spotted some deer. We followed them into a clearing. As I took aim, I heard a rumbling. I didn't think anything about it, at first. I let the arrow fly, watching it hit the deer's eye, making it fall to the ground, almost dead. I heard the rumbling once more. I looked around and noticed, I was on the train tracks. "Rose!" I heard and was pushed out of the way. The train flashed by and I was pushed to the ground. "Rose, are you okay?!" Matt exclaimed as he got up. "Fine," I replied, also getting up. "Thanks for saving me." I walked over to the deer and fully killed it. "It's no problem," he said and picked up the deer. "We should get going. The reaping will start in a couple hours." I nodded and started walking with Matt. He carried the deer with little or no problem until we got to my home in Victor's Village. He handed over the deer at my door and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. I waved goodbye and walked inside. I sat the deer on the table and called to Mom. I walked upstairs and went to my room. I saw my reaping dress on my bed. It was a red dress with ruffles at the bottom and no straps. My mother wore it at her interview with Caesar during her first Hunger Games, as you might have heard. I smiled and walked into the bathroom and took a shower. I scrubbed the dirt off my face, my arms and legs to get rid of deer blood. I washed the sweat and grime out of my hair. When I got out I put on the dress and the shoes that matched and walked downstairs. My father was sitting at the table, his back to me. My mother was speaking with him as she was washing her hands at the sink. Then she turned around and saw me. "Oh my... Rose, you look beautiful!" she exclaimed. My father turned around and nodded in agreement. "She's right. You look like her during her first interview, beautiful." "Peeta," my mother said blushing lightly. I smiled. "Thanks, Mom and Dad." I sat down and my mother started braiding my hair. "So, are you still living up to that vow?" my father asked. He was talking about the vow I had made when I was fourteen. I vowed that I would volunteer for any younger girl whose name was picked out of the glass ball that held the girl's names. "Of course, Dad. Every girl has a future, and it's to live. I'm helping their future," I replied sadly. "I don't like it," my mother said. "But you survived! So did my father!" "That is because I kept him alive. So did-" she stopped herself. She was going to say Finnick or Gale. Which one, I don't know. My dad put a hand on my mother's for comfort. She smiled at him and looked back at me. "Luckily, your brother isn't in it yet." "Not yet, Mom," I heard. I turned around and saw my little brother Hunter come down the stairs in one of my father's old dress clothes from the Capitol. I smiled at him, "You aren't even going to be in the reaping let alone the Capitol." "I must be prepared for you," he retorted proudly. He was always too proud because of the family name. My mother laughed. "Now, come along, you two. We have to hurry. Or we'll be late!" We all got up and walked to the square. I examined the new buildings, shops, houses, and such that was built within the last thirty years. As I walked to the roped area with the other sixteen year olds, my parents headed up to the Justice Building and Hunter stayed behind the ropes and children in the reaping. "Hello, District 12," my mother said cheerfully, hiding her sadness. "Welcome to the reaping for the twenty-fourth Arena! And now, here is a word from our wonderful mayor!" She clapped and sat down next to my father as the mayor stepped up to the podium. He started talking about the Hunger Games, how it stopped, how the Arena began, and that sort of thing. "Thank you, and good luck to the tributes," he ended shaking hands with my mother. "Thank you, sir," my mother said as she walked over to the podium. "Now, as my old escort would say, may the odds be EVER in your favor!" She smiled as she remembered Effie, who was at the Capitol as she spoke. "Now, the moment we have all waited for. Ladies first." She walked over to the glass ball with the girls' names in it. She reached her hand in it and mixed the names around. My name was in there only five times because of who I was. I watched her as her hand grasped a slip. She pulled it out as she smiled at everyone. She walked back to the podium. She opened the slip and fear flashed across her face. Her eyes flickered towards me. I knew then. I knew whose name was on that slip. I closed my eyes and held my breath. And then I heard her say, "The female tribute is..." She took a deep breath. "Primrose Mellark." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~