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The Fallout Games; Act III
Topic Started: Mar 12 2012, 06:02 PM (34,597 Views)
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The Fallout Games


[The Capitol: City Streets]

Out on the streets, the usual multitude of Capitol citizens paraded around. They visited shops, exchanged gossip on celebrities and former Victors, fashion tips and they all spoke of their eagerness for this year’s Reaping. It was happening in less than an hour.

On a street corner, beneath one of the traffic lights, a young man was shouting. His words were foreign on the streets of the Capitol.

“Truth! Demand the truth, people! There was no war! The Enclave lie!”

The young man was saying horrible things, from the perspective of the Capitol. The Enclave was, after all, the ones who had sheltered and protected North America during the nuclear war. They were the ones who had saved humanity. The idea that the Enclave could be wrong about anything – even the savage Hunger Games – was something most in the Capitol never even considered.

As the young man shouted such things in the streets, two men in gray uniforms quickly rushed over to him and knocked him down with heavy black clubs. They beat him for nearly a full minute before a third man, this one in a long gray trench coat, approached.

“… Stand him up.” The man in the coat demanded in a thick southern accent. The two Peacekeepers complied immediately, hoisting the rebellious soul onto his knees.

“… My good sir, how dare you besmirch the name of the Enclave?” The man in the trench coat demanded.

The rebellious youth spat on his coat. “The Enclave is tyranny! Down with the Enclave! Down with Gallic! Down with Crane! Down with Autumn!”

Such insane talk! The people on the streets could scarcely believe that anyone would dare insult the beloved benefactor who led the people. President Gallic had, after all, won his every election with more than 90% of the vote. Who could say such horrible things about such a wonderful man? And Seneca Crane was a beloved genius who had entertained so many with the Hunger Games! A masterful artist!

And Autumn…

The man in the trench coat sneered. “… My good fellow… I am Augustus Autumn.”

The last thought thing passed through the rebellious youth’s brain – other than the bullet fired by Autumn’s sidearm – was how very terrified he was to be face to face with one of the three men responsible for Panem’s condition.

[The Capitol: Sketch Bar]

Another Victor from another Hunger Game was situation in the Capitol. He was still a commissioned officer in the Enclave military, though at the moment he could not remember his rank. He could not remember the directions to his apartment, although he had lived there for many years. He could not remember his middle name.

The alcohol coursing through his system was doing its damage. It never stayed. Jackson David Rica was a “lucky” man, born with an incredible healing factor. His body could recover from a fatal injury in just a matter of a couple of hours. It was the only reason his liver had not exploded from the massive amounts of liquor he poured down his throat on a daily basis.

However, he could still become drunk. He was almost always drunk. His speech was slurred, robbing him of whatever charm his thick southern accent could have given him. He smelled like a urinal, which was just one more reason to keep the women away. He still got them, though, whenever he wanted.

It was a perk of being a Victor. The women of the Capitol threw themselves at him. He had money, power and he was famous. Still, while Rica would often take one or two of them home with him, it hardly mattered. There was only one woman who he actually cared about, and she was one of the memories he was trying so hard to wash away with generous helpings of rum and vodka.

He had long since stopped trying to forget about the Games. No amount of booze could make him forget those. The people who he had killed, and those he had seen die. He swore that when he didn’t reek of alcohol, his hands smelled like blood. Rica was not a well man. He was adrift in an ocean of alcohol and loose women.

[Rebel Headquarters: Nanami’s Room]

The Enclave made a habit of replaying old recording of the Hunger Games. It was something that happened all year long. No matter how many times the citizens in the Capitol saw the violent ends that were brought to so many of the District children, they never grew bored… and no matter how many times the people of the District saw it, they never stopped being horrified.

For Nanami Nomura, a twenty-six year old woman who was watching the replay of last year’s Hunger Games, it was a different feeling entirely. She was neither excited nor horrified by the Games. She had a unique perspective on them. She had the rare perspective of being a Victor. She had competed in the Hunger Games nearly a decade earlier… and she had survived.

For her, seeing the replays of the Games – even the ones she was a Tribute in – did not bring anger or sadness. They simply brought clarity. Whenever she saw a young person from the District killed for the amusement of the Enclave’s Elite, her world became clear. Any doubt or hesitation in her mind was erased, and her life’s goal was reaffirmed.

Nanami’s room was simple, not the sort of thing Victors usually lived in. Her bed was oak, with a yellow sheet and several pillows. There was a television on the wall, a food dispenser mounted on the opposite wall. She had a single table and a single chair, a small closet and several guns and knives hanging from the wall.

The only other thing in the room was a picture, mounted on the wall. It was a glossy photograph of the Enclave’s leader, President Don Gallic. It was autographed and smelled faintly of blood. A trophy that was given to every Victor. Someone’s sick idea of a joke. Nanami had it nailed to the wall for a good reason. The same reason she rewatched every replay of the Hunger Games.

It was there as a reminder of her life’s goal: to see the Enclave overthrown, their rule broken; and to personally kill Don Gallic with her own hands.
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The Capitol: Narroh Residence

Kanna was growing impatient. Not because it it was the day of the Reaping and she looked forward to seeing what unfortunate child's fate would be sealed....No, it was more for the fact that she was anxious to see if her year's work would be enough to keep her child out of it.

Kanna was in a very interesting position here in the Capitol....Neither she nor her children were legally residents, but for some reason they were allowed to live amongst the rich and elite under the one condition that they return to the district each year for the Reaping. It was a deal Kanna struck after years of hard work and clawing her way to the top...She was kept here because she knew 'things'...Juicy 'things'... and the wealthy men of the Capitol were not too keen on letting those 'things' get out amongst the people of the District. So in return for Kanna keeping her mouth shut she and her children were allowed to live the privileged life....She had also been promised that her children would never be chosen for the Reaping...

It was a pretty good deal for Kanna, who didn't mind coming sneaking home in the wee hours in the morning in a half stupor if it would protect her children and keep her in fur coats...

But even Kanna knew she could trust the men of the Capitol only so much, which is why she was impatient to get this day over with. The sooner the Reaping was over the sooner she could get back to champagne and socializing.

"Is she ready yet?"

Kanna looked over to see her son, wearing a nice suit and looking a bit stressed...She knew he wasn't worried about himself, after all he had aged out of the Reaping a couple of years ago...

"She'll be fine" Kanna said, pulling a fur coat. Her long black hair was tied in an elegant knot on the top of her head. It was all the rage in Capitol fashion. "She won't be chosen"

"I know, but it's still stressful" Jason muttered. He knew all about his mother's work. He didn't approve of it one bit, but who was he to fight a free ticket out of the games. Parents were supposed to sacrifice...Kanna was just sacrificing a bit more than most. Anyways he was there to help her back into the apartment after those long nights and force her to take piles of aspirin the next day.

Kanna sighed, looking at her watch. A private car would be taking them to the Reaping in a few minutes...They would be late if they didn't hurry. Kanna looked to the door, calling out. "Melanie come on!"

"Cooooommmmming!" A voice exclaimed from the other side. Both Kanna and Jason had to wait a bit longer before Melanie finally emerged wearing a short white dress which blended in with her equally white fur coat.

Yes, they were wearing animals while the people of the District couldn't even have half of an animal as to not starve. It was the way of the capitol. And in Melanie's mind that's who they were...She didn't know better.

"Sorry sorry, I got distracted" Melanie said, walking past her brother and towards the door. The girl was quite a few inches shorter than him, but already taller than her mother. Other than that fact she looked just like Kanna. The girl's blue eyes shined and her long hair fell around her waist. As per her mother's instructions it was curled into long waves, and held back with a few pins. She looked much too pretty to be fighting in some games.

"Come on, we should be going" Kanna told the two, heading the group and walking into the elevator. Melanie couldn't help but lag behind a bit, looking up at Jason.

"What do you think my chances are this year?" she asked quietly, biting her lip. It was obvious by the smudge of red now on her teeth that she was wearing lipstick. Jason frowned, but said nothing. He supposed her looking like this was better than being covering in coal or dirt in the district. Not to mention people didn't like to see such harmless girls in the games.

"You'll be fine Mel, you're too pretty too be picked."

Melanie rolled her eyes "I don't think they take that into account"

Jason shrugged "They take a lot into account. They want people who look like they'd put on a good show, you're pretty....But you're a wimp."

"Hey! I'm not a wimp!" Melanie exclaimed, only too be hushed by her mother.

"Both of you quiet. We're in public"


The Capitol

A well dressed man had just finished up with a very productive meeting....The final touches of the Games had just been set and now it was time to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his year of labor. This game was going to be spectacular, full of danger and traps and backstabbing and everything else that the citizens of the Capitol craved. He was going to be a legend after this year.....Even the former Gamemakers believed it. They spent the last hour congratulating him and conversing about the various traps and dangers....

Seneca Crane grinned, taking a long sip from a very large wine glass. After a moment he noticed with distaste that it was empty...

"More" he said simply. It was all he needed to say to get a tan-skinned teenage girl, dressed in a simple outfit, to refill his cup. The girl was quiet...Actually she was silent. It was part of her job, part of her status. Her tongue had been cut from her mouth to show that she was there to serve them. It was punishment for a horrible act of treason against the Capitol she had committed. Seneca had no clue what the act of treason was, but those were just details! All he cared was that this girl had been filling his cup since the meeting began.

She had also been listening carefully since the meeting began, not that she could say anything about it....Instead she just filled his cup and moved back to the corner of the room, awaiting more instructions....

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[The Capitol]

“Gentlemen, Ladies… I have something truly wonderful for us this year.”

The young man with dark hair and glasses was named Maddox. He was the chief scientist for the Enclave, and his job was to assist the Gamemakers. He was the one who made Seneca Crane’s deranged dreams a nightmarish reality.

“This year we have several new breeds of Muttaions. Each one more deadly than anything ever seen in the arena in previous years.” Maddox boasted. “Mr. Crane, did you get the demonstration tapes I sent?”

[The Capitol: Streets]

“Ah, the lovely madam Narroh.”

A young man with purple hair had appeared. He wore a blue suit with a flower in the lapel pin. There was a deranged smirk on his face. He was not a nice person. While only seventeen, he was well known. He was the son of an influential Enclave officer.

Shinji bowed to her. “It ever SO wonderful to see you and your lovely daughter.” Shinji grinned.

Shinji… well, let’s just say before this RP is over, everyone will miss Burke. And Ryan.
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-The Capitol: Victors Area-

Galv sighed, staring out the window of the house he and his father had in the capitol. He didn't really like it here. He preferred it out in the District. In the capitol, things felt to...fake.

But his dad seemed to prefer it here...his dad, a former Victor of the Hunger Games. A pretty famous one too. Even those in the Games who had the ability of regeneration usually came out near death by the end. But his father...he had come out without a single scratch...

His father had been very protective of him though, trying to do his best to make sure Galv wouldn't be in danger. But he wanted to prove to his dad that he could handle himself...and not simply be in the shadow of his famous father.

“The Reapings are soon...” he sighed, getting up, “I guess it's time to go...”

While he did want to prove himself to his father, he certainly didn't want to be picked for the Reapings. He wasn't that insane...

“Let's go Galv,” Samuel Hawkins said, dressed in his Enclave's finest dress uniform. He frowned a bit, looking at Galv. He was dressed decently. Definitely nicely by District standards, but in the Capitol...

“I guess it'll do. We don't have much time...” Samuel said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder.

Galv nodded, getting up as they headed outside. They headed out, Galv pausing for a second, seeing three familiar figures.

Kanna, Jason, and Melanie Narroh. Galv knew of them. Samuel and Kanna had grown up in the same area of the District, and Galv was just a year older then Melanie. He had gotten a crush on the girl a few years ago, but hadn't acted on it. Her mother was terrifying, and he thought that a pretty girl like Melanie wouldn't have anything to do with him.

“...Kanna...” Samuel said as they approached, nodding to the woman. This was all he planned on saying the woman. While they had known each other in the past, they had never been friends...Though Samuel had been friends with the man Kanna attempted to settle down with.

Galv was quiet, simply stealing a few glances at Melanie.

-The Capitol: Streets-

A pale young man darted through the streets, frowning as crowds began to gather for the announcing of the Reaping. Here, everyone looked forward to it. It was something celebrate.

It made Cess sick, but he wasn't here to argue it. He was here to try and get some information back to the rebellion. He was a stealth expert, after all.

-The District: Spork Residence-

Jimi frowned, putting on a coat as his family got ready. Everyone was required to attend the Reaping in the town center where they lived. Jimi was old enough that he was no longer in the running, but both his younger brother and sister were. Two more years, and Hammah would be safe...But Colette...this would be the first year in the running...She had a very slim chance of being picked, of course.

“You could have met us there. You didn't have to come here first,” Jimi's father, Agoi said, looking to his eldest son.

“I'd rather come here first,” Jimi said, “Make sure everything's okay...”

“Wouldn't you rather be with Kxs though?” Hammah grinned, teasing his brother. Jimi blushed in response, looking to the side.

“She's fine, she's meeting us here soon,” Jimi answered, “She wanted to pick up something...She'll be here soon...”

“She's eighteen, right?” Agoi asked, rubbing his chin, “A couple years younger then you...”

“Yah...I guess she could still be chosen...” Jimi frowned. His brother...his sister...his...friend...All three of them had the potential to be chosen...

“Hopefully it'll work out...” Agoi sighed, glancing towards his three children. He wasn't sure why he had three children. During the Reaping he always felt like he and Rose were taunting the Reaping to take one of their children from their lives...

The District was a terrible place to raise a child. The constant worry of loss...At the very least neither he nor Rose had participated in the Games, and they lived a more well off area in the District. Agoi's inventions kept them in relative comfort, though nowhere near the Capitol's level, who had all the best stuff.

-Rebellion Headquarters-

Old Man Sensei sat on the floor, eyes closed as the TV played clips of older Games. He was a former victor, of a game long ago, one still talked about. He had been the first victor to win who had no powers. He had been a small boy, weak looking. Everyone believed him to be nothing. He could be ignored until the end.

But he survived. He thrived, taking down his opponents even in areas without the pylons to keep others powers in check.

He took a deep breath, eyes opening now, looking at the screen. Soon...the Reapings would begin. It was this time almost ten years ago, when he had first seen Nanami. He knew then she would be a fighter...but he didn't know just how much she would be.

He did truly regret everything she had gone through though. He wondered if she would ever really be able to open up to anyone instead.
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“… This can’t happen. Not again.”

The door opened to Old Man Sensei’s room. Standing in the doorway was Nanami. She looked distraught. A vein in her forehead was pounding, and the anger was burning on her face. It wasn’t directed towards Sensei. She looked at him as a mentor. He was someone she respected.

No, the anger was heading towards the Games. She hated the Games, but this year was worse. It had been a decade since her own Reaping.

“… We have to do something. I’m tired of these covert strikes against the Enclave from afar. I don’t want to see any more people die because of these damn Games. I say we go to the Capitol, stop the Reaping and tear Gallic in half.”

She knew that plan would never work, but it was fun to dream.

And she DID want to do something.

[The District: Hob]

The Hob was a well known black market. It was also a rebel hangout. Today, two young rebels were here, trying to get information. They wanted to watch the Reaping from here… they could contact the families of the poor Tributes and help them any way they could.

“I hate this.” Sama sighed, crossing his arms. “I just… hate all of this.”

Musashi nodded. “I know. But better we be here than back at the base. Nanami will be pissed all day. Last year she threw a loaf of bread at me.”

“You probably deserved it.” Sama pointed out.

“I did.” Musashi admitted.
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District Outskirts

The outskirts were an interesting place. While The District itself stretched out over most of what used to be the United States, the outskirts of this area were only moderately patrolled. With the current regime, it was difficult to keep soldiers everywhere, even if so many people lived in this area now. The Outskirts were a place for patrol stations, pit stops and other similar places you would find on town borders.

And it was here that this particular scene began... With an explosion. And a BIG one.

The explosion came from a rather large patrol station of the Enclave. It was a border station, fortified and well positioned. Enclave soldiers patrolled through this area every day, passing in and out, arming themselves, and readying for combat from both sides. This place was a gathering station for Peacekeepers and Enclave soldiers alike.

... Whiiich is PROBABLY why it was erupting in rather magnificent-looking explosions at the moment.

"Dee-do-dum. Dum. Dum. Another one bites the dust."

BOOM!

"Dee-do-dum. Dum. Dum. Another one bites the dust."

BAM!

"And another one gone, and another one gone... Another one bites the dust!"

KA-BOOOOOOM!

"Oh, MAN, I haven't had this much fun in YEARS! Unfortunately, my name is NOT Steve. And I don't have a cool hat. Without Steve and a cool hat, this nearly isn't as awesome as it could be."

The base kept blossoming in explosions, some erupting even from underground from the bunkered areas as the thick layers of steel were breached by immense pressure. And there, standing on one of the walls of the outpost, was a red-headed man, by appearance just barely into adulthood, calmly balancing on one of the posts as he directed something with his arm inside of the base.

His hand pulsed, and another explosion ripped through the base, screams and sounds of chaos spreading quicker than wildfire throughout the entire station. Alarms were blaring, weapons were trying to seek in on targets, but the constant rain of explosions caused as much mental confusion as they did circuitry damage.

"Who would have thought that getting the Enclave's attention would be THIS hard! OOOOI! YOU! Yeah, you the one in the poncho thing! Radio your boss already!"

Of course, a following explosion made him wince.

"Umm... Oops. THAT... Was not supposed to happen. Would it make it any easier if I said "Sorry"?!!!" Repeated gunfire shot in his direction, so the man had to duck down behind the wall for cover.

"... I'll take that as a resounding "NO" then!!!"

The following chain of explosions ripped apart whatever was left of even ground inside of the base, followed up by the detonation of the ammunition storage, which erupted into a magnificent green ball of superheated plasma, enveloping the majority of the base in hyper-accelerated, super-heated matter. Unholy screams erupted from the station, followed by another chain of explosions, and then a dull roar of flames.

Once no more sounds but the roar of fire could be heard from the inside of the outpost, the man jumped off the wall, sliding expertly down the heavy incline of the wall, and tumbled off, running just about half a kilometer up the road. There, he stopped, turned about to face the station... And sat down to wait.

"... Hmmmm... It needed something a bit more... Spicy, I think. Too bad I didn't have those hellish jalapeños left. THAT would have added the right amount of spice..."

Pulling a fresh pepper out of his coat, the man bit down into it, watching the flames rise ever higher with his eerily red eyes, a flame licking through his hair every once in a while.

"Maybe they will finally show up with someone important! I hope. Maybe."

There was no doubt that a patrol would appear soon. This wasn't the first base the man has taken out on his little rampage across the Disctrict border, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. But now, he was just sitting in open view on the road, waiting calmly.

Primarily because even if he taunted the Enclave soldier from before, no one truly knew yet that HE was the one attacking these places. Every time he attacked, communications were always the first thing to blow up, and for good reason. A certain level of anonymity kept him well hidden from the prying eyes of the Enclave, and that way he kept his own abilities a well-guarded secret.

It's what kept him from getting caught so far. But just a few weeks ago, he heard that the Hunger Games were soon to begin again, and he wasn't one to pass the opportunity to try and tweak the Enclave's long, overgrown nose. The games always struck him as a load of fun, but he didn't feel comfortable playing with a lion until he himself had gained a big enough stick.

Now that he had said stick (metaphorically of course), he could poke the lion all he wanted.

So he waited there, right in the middle of the road, calmly rolling a coin from one finger joint to another, cross-legged and calm as you please.
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Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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The District: Outside the Spork Residence

KxS wiped her brow. She ran all the way here, carrying a bag and the nicest clothes she had in possession. Which was just a worn-out pair of jeans and an old hoodie that she found lying around in the garbage years ago. She had no idea why whoever had it threw it away, it was so snug and warm.

She checked inside her bag. Yup, her lucky toy was still in there. It was just an old stuffed animal she kept since she was a little girl. It looked like a cartoon character of some sort. The eyes were scratched up and the felt was filthy. But she kept it. It kept her company when she was lonely.

But since she met Jimi, she had spent a little less time with the odd plush toy.

Just the thought of him made her blush, but she cleared her throat and kept a straight face as she knocked on the door of the Spork residence.



The Capitol: Streets

A young woman with long blonde hair was standing around. She knew that today was the day of the Reaping, but she looked rather cheerful. She seemed oblivious to the terrible thing that The Hunger Games was. She spent so much time thinking about good things, like how safe she felt in the city and how absolutely wonderful the sun felt on her skin.

Shimera giggled and waved at anybody that passed.
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[District Outskirts]

Something moved through the air. A Vertibird. A militarized helicopter used by the Enclave. It was powerful technology, much more dangerous than the Rebels or the other nations had access too. The Vertibird immediately swept down, laying machine gun fire all around the ground around the redheaded man who had just destroyed one of the Enclave’s outskirt bases.

“Attention rebel scum! Stay where you are! Any attempt to fight back will be met with lethal force!”

Normally, attacking an Enclave base would just get you shot, but today the Peacekeepers wanted to arrest him. They wanted him in cuffs, because that was what General Autumn ordered. This particular young man, the redhead who had bombed their bases, he was wanted.

He had caused so much trouble, Autumn wanted him to be made an example.

[The Capitol: Streets]

A young woman with brown hair was walking through the Capitol. She had never been here before, but it was an interesting place.

Coral had come for one reason. She had come to bring some of her prized flowers to someone who had bought them. Amazed by the beauty of the Capitol in comparison to the District.

She paused, seeing a blonde girl pass her.

“Oh! Excuse me!” Coral asked Shimera. “Do you know where Ivory Street is?”
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The Capitol: Streets


“Ah, the lovely madam Narroh.”


Kanna blinked, looking up at Shinji when he approached them. She was fully aware of who he was...Or more of who his father was...Just another stepping stone to get her family a home in the Capitol. Not that she felt like discussing that right now.

"Good morning" she said simply, keeping an even face. "Going out? Surely you'd much rather watch the Reaping from the comfort of home". While it was true that any child could be chosen for the games, those in the Capitol typically didn't have to worry about it...The only time a Capitol kid went into the fray was by choice....The Gamemakers called it luck, but the citizens of the District called it rigging.

Melanie peeked out from behind Jason, offering the Shinji a polite smile. She had no clue who he was. Her only friends were the girls in her classes...

“...Kanna...”

Kanna then blinked, looking over to Samuel. She instantly frowned a bit.... "Well isn't this becoming a little party....Good afternoon Mister Hawkins...."

The District: Spork Residence

"I don't want to go...." A little voice declaired defiantly. She was sitting in a large chair, her mother sitting next to her and attempting to braid her long red hair.

"Don't worry darling....There's nothing to be afraid of" The woman next to her lied. What else could she say? Colette had every right to worry....Heck Rose was worrying enough for them both.

"Last year two kids got their eyes poked out..."

"....." Rose wasn't sure why Colette remembered that....It worried her.

"And then another boy got eaten by a wolf...." Colette continued morbidly "And then a little girl was beat in the head by the winner with a club-"

"That's enough Lotte, go grab your coat" Rose said stoically, leaving the girl to wonder why only half of her braid was done. The girl gave a short nod and rushed off to her room, leaving Rose staring straight forward.

She die if she lost her children.

The District: Hob

Crystal needed medicine....Not for herself, but rather for the people she spent most of her time healing...The girl had been born with a special ability as well as the knowledge to care for the many ailing people of the District.

Unfortunately she still needed medicine to help many of them, and that didn't come cheap in the District....She knew there was probably something really sketchy about getting it down here....But what choice did she have?
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[The Capitol: Streets]

“Oh, I don’t need to watch the Reaping. I plan on volunteering.” Shinji said casually, almost as if he was discussing the weather, and not the idea of heading into an arena to slaughtered several other young people.

“I’ve been training for two years.” Shinji said. Technically, no one was supposed to train for the Games, but some people from the Capitol did. Some of them wanted to get the fame and fortune that came with winning.

[The District: Hob]

“… Please tell me this isn’t dog meat. I don’t eat dog.” Sama was talking to Greasy Sae, the women who cooked up several… odd… dishes at the Hob. She was a odd woman, and her toothless smile always made Sama uncomfortable.

Musashi rolled his eyes. And then he noticed Crystal. He immediately walked over, because it’s Musashi.

“It’s like seeing a flower in a desert. I didn’t expect to see someone so fair in such a dive.” Musashi… is Musashi.

Sama just slapped his forehead and looked to Crystal. “I’m sorry about him. He’s immature.”
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Once the noise of the Vertibird outstripped the distant roaring flames, Lavan flipped the coin, snapping it to the back of his hand, slowly unveiling it to himself as his breath caught in the very simple moment of suspense.

"... Tails. Dammit, I wanted heads! Oh well. Looks like this one it is."

He didn;t even bother to stand up as the vertibird swooped in and laid down a rather impressive amount of firepower, bullets flying all around him. He only rolled out of the way when the gunfire came a little too close, and then he finally shouted back up at the vertibird.

"Well, it's about damn time you guys got here! I was wondering if I should spread out a picnic and invite some NCR soldiers to a nice afternoon of fun and games!"

He stood up, hands in open view.

"Still, you're here and that's what counts! Too bad, I want to dance, and you're all my next set of entertainment! I hope all of you like to be warm, because it's about to get HOT on here! So, I apologize forefront, but I'm afraid... That I will be resisting arrest with maximum fire!"

This was a part of his plan. If he went freely they would not take him where he wanted to be. So he had to struggle. So his plan? Blow up a few outposts, appear overconfident, fight someone actually worth fighting (someone who was READY for him), and then end up captured so he could have more fun!

It was a simple plan! Simple, explosive, and a rather amusing if he had to say so himself. However, now wasn't the time to think about it.

Now was the time to... Throw bombs at things. So, without further ado, he snapped a stick of dynamite out of his pocket, flew into a sideways dodge-and-roll and launched the stick upwards, letting the fuse flare just a little bit more so the dynamite acted almost like a proximity explosive.

Of course, the vertibird was an armored thing, but hey.

Better this than nothing!

Ducking and weaving behind a nearby rocky outcrop, the man took cover for just a few moments, snapping out more sticks of dynamite, readying himself to fight against a vertibird AND drop troops. No wonder he loved this!
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Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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-Rebellion Headquarters-

“Only fool strikes when his only advantage is their morality, Nanami,” Old Man Sensei said, sighing softly, “We are not strong enough to fight the Enclave head on...But perhaps these Hunger Games may provide some hope in their darkness. I do not like waiting, but think on this young one. I have been waiting longer then you...”

-District Outskirts-

As the Vertibird descended, a figure dropped from it. He was dressed in power armor, painted a deep blue.

“You would be advised to listen to that advice,” the figure said, holding up his hand. Water begin to bubble around him, freezing. “You're wanted alive...but that doesn't mean conscious. Or without a few extra holes.”

He wanted this over quickly. The Reaping was soon...and his sister never did well around then...

-The Capitol: Streets-

Samuel frowned towards Shinji. This boy was planning on going into the Games deliberately? Samuel found himself halfway hoping the kid died in these games.

“Hello Mrs. Narroh,” Samuel nodded back to Kanna, “You're dressed nicely.”

“...You're not suppose to be training for the Games...” Galv spoke up, stopping stealing glances towards Melanie and turning his attention to Shinji, “It's not fair to those in the District...”

-District: Spork Residence-

“Don't worry Colette, you won't be chosen. You're just one name in the entire list...” Hammah said, walking over to his sister. He paused, then helped his sister finish her hair. Before Colette had been born and was old enough for Rose to start being girly with, Hammah had been the one Rose babied, so he had picked up a few girly things.

The door knocked, and Jimi jumped, hurrying to the door, opening it up and seeing Kxs.

“Oh Kxs, you're here!” Jimi grinned, happy to see the girl, “Come on in...though I think we're leaving soon...”
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KxS smiled warmly and dusted herself off. "It's alright, I don't want to be there alone," she replied as she walked inside. "I don't want to be there at all, actually."

She hated the games. She was sure many other people did as well, but it looked like only the Rebellion would say anything about it. In her opinion, everyone was scared of admitting their fear of the Hunger Games. She wasn't afraid to stand against it, but she was afraid of getting others into trouble. She never EVER told Jimi, her bestest best bestie in the world, that she was in the Rebellion. The last thing she wanted was this nice family to get into trouble because of her.



The Capitol: Streets

Shimera grinned at the brown haired girl. "Ivory Street? Hmmm, I think it iiissss...this way, follow me~" she chimed as she skipped ahead, her long hair bouncing behind her. She appeared to be floating as she skipped, which was rather normal. She could fly, after all.
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Nanami frowned. She KNEW that Old Man Sensei was right. Everything he said was factually true, and spoken from wisdom. Still, she hated the answer. She hated to think that another Hunger Games would come and go.

She stepped forward and sat down, crossing her arms and closing her eyes.

“It’s the tenth one. I joined this damned rebellion ten years ago, and Gallic is still alive. The Enclave is still in control. I can’t just sit around like this…”

She sighed, lowering her guard a bit. “… I just can’t watch another Games.”

[The Capitol: Streets]

Shinji looked over to Galv and raised an eyebrow, and then he clapped the boy on the back and started to laugh heartily.

“Oh man! You’re a funny kid! ‘It’s not fair to those in the District’… hahahhaha! I like you kid.” Shinji grinned. “Forget the District. The games are a punishment for them, so who cares what’s fair?”

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Coral grinned happily.

“Thank you! I’m so glad to find someone who will help me.”

The people in the Capitol hadn’t been very nice to her. She happily followed Shimera, until she realized that Shimera was floating. “Oh man, you can float? That’s so cool!”
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-District: Spork Residence-

“I don't think anyone really does...” Jimi sighed, shaking his head.

“Not those in the District, at least...” Agoi nodded, frowning, “But the Capitol...”

He had been in the Capitol a few times, to sell inventions or meet with a particularly wealthy client who needed something very complicated fixed.

“But this is your last year at least,” Hammah spoke up, still helping Colette, “Right Kxs? I still have a few years myself...”

He frowned, glancing back to his little sister. She had a while to go now...just starting off.

“Now, now, we're all fortunate enough that those of us here who are eligible only has their name in the pot once for each year they've been eligible,” Agoi spoke up, trying to help a little, “Now we should get going, we're suppose to meet Aboy there.”

-The Capital: Streets-

Galv frowned at Shinji, not liking him at all.

“My dad is from the District...He won even against the Capital Careers when he was in the Games,” Galv said, “So I wouldn't dismiss them...”

-Rebellion Headquarters-

“If we strike now without the proper backing, then we won't have enough support to overthrow the Enclave...We need...well, we need more public support. We need a rallying point,” Old Man Sensei said, shaking his head sadly, “An example to point to...”

He didn't want to mention Nanami and her former flame, though he knew no matter how he phrased it she would remember those dark times.

“You can't make a hero...you just have to find one,” he finally added.
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