Hunger Games Role Play and Fan Group discussion

Tribute to Victor: Kel Asburn
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...

((Okay how do I start?))

((I will. I'll be Caesar.))

"So, we are here to welcome District 12's victor; KEL ASHBURN!! C'mon Kel, don't be shy." Caesar Flickerman announced.

((Kk))

Kel wanted to glare at him but right now she felt almost nothing. She’d been treated for her wounds but she still had a bad wound in her left arm. She had a blank face as she joined him onstage, her brown hair down around her shoulders.

Caesar smiled obliviously and motioned for her to sit down. "Now we are all so proud of you for winning. How did it feel?"

She sat down, almost robotic at this point. Everything was still too loud and too close. The crowd was much too close, th lights too overwhelming, and she half expected someone to jump out at her. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and found herself looking to her left, where Henry—no. No, Henry was dead. His plan had failed and every time she thought of the fact she’d left him to die twice, she wanted to die herself for such an action.
How does it feel? She thought. She wanted to scream at him. It felt horrible. “Well, I’m glad I can see my family again,” she told him finally in form of an answer. That’s all she could give, because if she went further she may end up saying something she regretted.

"yeah, that's nice. We saw you try to save that young..oh District 10 was it? 11 Boy. Why?" Caesar askdd.

She stiffened, and a muscle in her jaw twitched, and she took a shaky breath. Her hands, covered in blood, holding the very bow and arrow of the tribute she'd killed than she'd then used to kill Henry, his final ,thank you', his blood--the canon--only the whispers of the crowd drew her from those moments, and she swallowed hard and started to cracl her knuckles. Anything to get away from the memories. that moment lived with her each day and each night.
"B-because--" She trailed off, then shrugged. "He didn't try and kill me. And I left him twice, I owed him. And he was District 11 and his name was Henry." The last part came out slightly defensively.

"Huh. Interesting." Caesar said. "Well, let's watch the video of all the BEST clips from this year's games!" He adds eagerly.

((he can't NO KILLING CAESAR KEL!!))

((I can’t KILL OF CAESAR? XD))

“What?” Her voice was strangled. “I—I think everyone already saw them, Caesar. Wouldn’t that bore people?” She asked, heart racing. Dread was pressing on her chest.

"No, no darling. Everyone wants to see Clay Dae-Vonte's crazy death and Henry's tragic death!" Caesar said, grinning. "Don't we y'all?" The crowd cheered. "Hahahaha! I love it! I love it!" He cries.

Elizabeth C. wrote: "((I can’t KILL OF CAESAR? XD))"

((Lol))

She stiffened even more. "Look, I--" But she couldn't get a word out, not with how the crowd was cheering. She tugged anxiously at her hair, absolutely horrified. Sweat coated her palms. So maybe she'd taken out Clay and didn't feel too bad about it--the man had licked blood off his knife and liked it. But Henry? No. No, no, she'd probably pass out onstage.

Elizabeth L. *New Bio* wrote: "Elizabeth C. wrote: "((I can’t KILL OF CAESAR? XD))"

((Lol))"

((That would make ash interesting situation. In kind of a bad way))

The video shows Henry's death and Kel's screams. The crowd claps and cheers. "I love it! I looooovvvvvee it!" Caesar screams.

((hee-hee))

((oof))

“No,” she choked out. She knew she had to at least look at the screen to seem less suspicious of just how much she hated this so she tried to keep her gaze in a different area, in a corner of the screen. But her own screams were painful and the crowd, they were sick and she couldn’t stand watching Henry die even as she wasn’t watching it fully…
Their roars and cheers began to pound in her head like drums This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong!
Her hands tightened at the edges of the skirt they’d made her wear as her whole body stiffened. “Stop,” she mumbled, then louder,
“Stop this!”

The crowd gasps. Caesar jumped in surprise, "Kel, are you alright?"

When he jumped, she jumped out of fear, her hands sweating. “N-no!” She screamed. Maybe it was the Games—she wasn’t violent but hadn’t been afraid for the most part to do what she needed to. But she hadn’t known the toll it was going to take on her. And now she was acting out. “H-how can I be alright?!” She pointed a shaking finger at the screen. “It’s sick!”

Caesar glanced at the camera-man. He nodded and the lights close off.

She was surprised he’d turned it off and didn’t care as the crowd mumbled and gasped. She shakily dropped her head into her hands and started to sob.

Some peacekeepers march onstage and grab her roughly by the arms and begin to pull her off.

“No! Get off of me!” Kel screamed; all she knew was that someone had her—they we’re probably going to kill her, she wouldn’t win the Games—she turned and slammed her elbow into one of their chests before trying to kick the other between the legs, hysterical and freaked out and still on defense from days in that horrible arena.

One peacekeeper fell, but a new one soon grabbed her and put her in hand cuffs.

"No!" She screamed, trying to pull her hands apart, but it just wasn't working. She didn't know what to do, and was kind of losing touch with where she was, for that matter.

A peacekeeper shot her with a tranquilizer gun, and dragged her limp body off the stage.

{AAANNNNDDD....CUT!! That's the end of this years Hunger Games.}