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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 11:56:43 GMT -7
THIS IS IT BOYS, THIS IS WAR! What are you waiting for?
Johanna had seen the tributes, but she didn’t know how serious they were. Sometimes tributes knew that they were already dead before they even boarded the train, and some wanted to fight all the way. Of course, the only person in the last twenty years to do that was Johanna herself, as the other victors of Seven were well into their forties and fifties. Being only eighteen years old, she wondered if the tributes would take her seriously. She knew that if they didn’t, then she simply wouldn’t help them. It wasn’t like she won the Games or anything.
She got on the train when the new tributes entered the Justice Building. It was the same old fancy furniture and fancy food that she was used to for the couple weeks she would be in the Capitol, but she hated all of that. Plain and simple is what Johanna wanted, with thick beef soup and a tattered couch, but she hasn’t had simple since she won the games. Everything was fancy to her now, especially since she lived in the Victors’ Village. The rest of her family didn’t mind it, but she just wanted it to be simple again. Chopping down trees and swinging her axe is what she loved to do before all of the fame and glory, and though she still did it, she didn’t do it as often since her family always told her to relax and that she didn’t have to worry.
She looked at the table with an assortment of food and liquor, and she grabbed a bottle of a wheat drink, called “Beer” in the Capitol that made her as drunk as whiskey did. She took the cap off and sat down at a table with her feet up. The other victor still wasn’t here, but she could care less. They wouldn’t know much from the drunk anyways.
When she finally saw the boy tribute enter the train, she raised an eyebrow. ”Greattttt…” she said, rolling her eyes. ”We got a pretty boy this year. So new kid, are you here to die or to live? Either way, I could really care less, I just need to know since it might help you in the near future,” she said, taking her pack of cigarettes out and grabbing one. Putting it in her mouth, she forgot her lighter. ”Got a light?” she asked him. It was hard to believe that the two were the same age, but he didn’t even compare to her and her maturity level. Yes, she liked to drink and smoke, but she had been through things the boy wouldn’t experience until he hit the arena. He had no idea what was in store for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 15:11:36 GMT -7
 Lucas stood in a room in the Justice Building. He was alone and it scared him. It was like the games had already started for him, he was about to die. Then suddenly, the door burst open and in came his family. His father, his two younger brothers, and the youngest of all of them- his sister. She was the one to reach him first, her tiny arms wrapping around the trunk of his torso. She was so small, like a little doll with pigtails wearing a white cotton dress. "It's okay," he said, his large hand pet on her soft golden hair. He could hear sniffles coming from her face as she wiped her tears on the front of his shirt.
"No, it's not," her voice was muffled against his shirt. "You're never coming back!" Lucas kneelled down his thumb wiping away the tears that made rivers on her cheeks. "Don't say that," he said, not really knowing what else to say. He couldn't lie to her. He couldn't tell her everything was going to be okay or that he was coming back. "Dad will be here, and so will the boys," he said looking up at them as they walked closer, putting one hand on the poor girl's shoulder. Pulling away from her family, she threw herself on Lucas's leg, wrapping her arm around his neck and refusing to let go.
"Please, Luc, please don't go!" she cried harder. Lucas wrapped his arms around his little sister. Her little body felt so thin, a pang of guilt hit him. He wished he could have done more for them. He could have worked harder, earned more money, something. Anything to feed them more. And now he was going to be of no use anymore. Not unless he killed all the other tributes. He was strong and good with an axe. But that didn't compare to the careers. He had a very slim chance of surviving the Games and he knew it. Pulling himself away from his sister, he planted a kiss on her forehead before standing up. One by one, they walked close to each other and gave him a hug, none of them wanting to let go.
"Time's up," a Peacekeeper said as the wooden door opened. His sister screamed and tried to wrap her arms around Lucas's leg, but to no avail. Lucas's family was pulled out of the room and he was alone once more.
Lucas looked at the train that he was supposed to get in at. It was different from the train that carried all the goods. This one was sleek and had windows. He took a few steps until he was on the first step of the train. Then turning back, he looked at District 7. His mind tried to remember every single detail about the town, this exact picture that was looking at. There were some people walking by on the sidewalk, all of them stopping to look at the boy who would never come back. Some of the familiar faces gave him a sad smile, he tried to remember all of their names. Lucas tried to free himself of dread, of regret, of all the things that weighed him down, and focused only on the moment. No fears, no worries, no thoughts. Just pure memory of place and faces. He breathed, closed his eyes and turned towards the train, taking those last two steps until the door behind him closed automatically. When Lucas opened his eyes, it wasn't like he was in District 7 anymore, even though they were still just at the train station.
His neck craned as he looked up at the ceiling, a beautiful glass and metal chandelier glimmered as it hung. Everything was shiny and sparkling. Everything looked new. And even though he had seen many tables and chairs and curtain before, he'd never seen anything like the tables and chairs and curtain on the train. His feet felt soft on the rug that he walked on. A pattern of flowers and swirls designed the rug that lined the floor all the way across the car. Lucas's mouth moved in the shape of an O, mouthing the word 'wow' in awe of the sight around him. Then his eyes moved over to two tables that were lined with food. He walked over to them slowly, looking at the many different types of things that were on the table. He couldn't believe it. The one table alone could feed his entire family for a week.
Lucas had been so taken by his surrounding that he didn't realize someone else was there. He turned towards the voice. It was a girl. His age. He knew her from anywhere, she was famous of course. Johanna Mason, their Victor. Before he could say anything, the girl continued to talk.
"I... ummm...." he tried to speak but couldn't. The girl had caught him off guard. She seemed rough, like someone he didn't want to mess with. Truth be told, she intimidated him a little bit. He'd never personally spoken to her of all the years that they had lived in the same District. But being in the train car with her now, Lucas could see how she won the games. She was known for her skills in using an axe, but her personality alone was like the sharpest edge and could slice a man in half. He gulped. Then shook his head, "I don't smoke."
Lucas ignored the food he had previously been looking at and sat down on a chair. It was soft and firm at the same time. He couldn't decide if everything in the train was new or not, it seemed like it was, but there was no way people could actually waste money on refurnishing and redesigning each train every year. That would just be wasteful.
"So you're here to teach me how to win?" he asked, but said it more as a statement. Lucas sat back on the chair, trying to get himself to relax.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 10:16:55 GMT -7
THIS IS IT BOYS, THIS IS WAR! What are you waiting for?
Cursing under her breath that the boy didn't have a lighter, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and placed it back in the small box. Though this boy, Lucas, she thought his name was, was her age, she couldn't recall if they ever went to school with each other. Johanna wasn't very good at school though, as she didn't like what they taught her. It was all propaganda, Johanna knew, but some kids loved learning how the Capitol was superior to the districts and got straight A's. She wasn't one of those suck-ups, and frankly, she was glad that she didn't have that mindset.
Arching an eyebrow at Lucas, she crossed her arms. "I'm only here to teach you how to win if you are willing to be taught. I don't play games, and if you are even thinking about dying, then don't waste my time when I could be drinking. I might come off as a little blunt, yes, but if you're determined to win, then I'll try my very best to help you." Johanna knew that a 7's chance of winning was slim to none, but hell, if he wanted help, she would help him. If he didn't like the way he taught, then he wouldn't be needing any help in the Games. She was a nice girl, and though she had a funny way of showing it, she cared about getting tributes home if they were willing to fight for what they wanted. She wasn't going to waste her time if Lucas was thinking of committing suicide in the Games or already had the mindset that he was going to lose. She didn't want to get attached or help a tribute who was thinking ever so slightly about dying.
She took another sip of the drink, looking at the blonde boy. "So, who are you willing to be?" she asked, and though that might be a confusing question to some, she was willing to explain. "As in character. Do you want to be the poor, innocent boy from Seven who wants to get his family back? Or the boy from Seven who is bold and strong, and will not back down in a fight?" She asked. Johanna was taught exactly like this when her old mentor had helped her. She won the games by acting weak until the very end, when she killed six tributes. It worked for her, and she wondered if it would work for Lucas.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 11:07:56 GMT -7
Lucas watched her as she spoke. Johanna Mason wasn't like other girls he'd ever met. She was sharp and blunt at the same time. He couldn't help but wonder if she had always been this way or if it was recent. Maybe the games turned her into the person she was now. Lucas wasn't exactly sure how old Johanna was, but she spoke and acted as if she was much older than him. But she didn't look like she could be any older than 20.
"I want to win. Dying at 18 isn't exactly my dream come true. I have two brothers, a little sister, and my dad. And they need me. I can't even imagine how they're feeling right now. Maybe the same way I am. I don't want to let them down. I want to be able to go back home to them," he finally stated in as little words as possible about all the things that were going through his head. He figured the best chance he had of doing that was to accept his mentor's help. Even if they were pretty much the same age. She did win the Game once.
"I'm sorry, I don't really watch the games," he said looking down. Lucas was always to busy to do anything but work. Even at school, all he could think about was work. How much wood he'd have to cut down. How many hours it would take. How fast he'd have to work. He and his father were all his little siblings had and he couldn't afford to slack off. Watching the Games was not only worthless, but time consuming to him. Now he wished he knew a little more about it. "What do you think I should do? I mean, I don't know if anyone is going to believe I'm exactly helpless," Lucas stared down at himself. He was thin yes, but because of lack of food. But he was strong, and when he tensed his muscles, he could see the separation between his muscles and the rest of his body. "What did you do?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 19:32:36 GMT -7
THIS IS IT BOYS, THIS IS WAR! What are you waiting for?
Johanna knew the boy was probably worried on the inside. Not because she could tell, but because she felt the same why when she first got on the train that should have lead to her death. She knew all the racing thoughts and the emotional stress that this whole scenario was probably giving him unless he was some damn superhero, because she knew that's how everyone felt. Even if they volunteered and were prepared for the Games, your mind races until you hear a beating in your head that makes you want to sleep for the next two weeks. Johanna was a strange one, yes, but she knew how it felt. And it sucked beyond everything she imagined.
"Cool, so that means yes. Alright, since your little partner doesn't seem to give two shits about winning, looks like you're the one who's going to be in the spotlight. I'll try my very best to help you, though sometimes my very best tends to get me in trouble," she said, turning her head towards a desk towards the back tram. She saw a small lighter box and smirked. Getting up from the chair and walking over there, she was all ears to listen to what this boy had to say. She picked up the lighter and walked back to the table.
Before she could answer the part about what he should do, he asked what she did in the Games. Two years ago seemed like fifty to her, and the Games were just a distant memory to her when she was awake, but when she was asleep, it felt like she was still there. "What did I do?" she said, placing the cardboard box full of cigarettes on the table next to the lighter. "Believe it or not, I played as a weakling. Someone who could barely hold an axe. Made it to the top eight being weak and not perceived as a threat. Funny thing was that I took down five Careers when they were talking about how weak I was. Got cocky, and got an axe in their back. Last one was easy too. Killed the guy with his head rolling afterwards. Won by a landslide and a two in Gamemaker scoring." Johanna didn't sound amused when she talked, but more of talking like a memory that never affected her. That's how she had to be. The tributes were the scared ones, and if she was scared to talk about her own past, then she may as well be dead in President Snow's hands right now.
She took a cigarette out of her small cardboard box and stuck it between her lips. "Anyways, enough about me. Let's talk about you," she said, lighting the cigarette and inhaling. "I think you should listen to your gut. I mean look at you, you probably have some strong guts. You're a muscular fellow who is not hard on the eyes, so my best guess is that you should woo the crowd with your charm and lumberjack thing you got going on there," Johanna smiled, telling the truth. She blew a smoke ring and picked up the box. "Want one? You many not be able to ever have the chance to do it again. It helps with the stress too," she said, offering it to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 8:57:59 GMT -7
 He looked down, a little glad that the girl was too distraught. He knew the girl probably wouldn't win anyways. In a way, he was hoping she'd die in the bloodbath. Something quick and painless. Or as painless as possible. He didn't want her to suffer, and he also didn't want to be the one to kill her when the time came. But Lucas didn't think he could kill anyways. He chopped down trees, not people. The thought of it almost made him sick to his stomach.
Lucas listened to his mentor. Every word were the things that was going to save him in the games. He could tell that Johanna was strong and if he wanted to survive this, he'd have to listen to her. Lucas was never a stubborn person, he wasn't rebellious or had problems with authority. His father had raised him right and his younger siblings had made him gentle. He respected people and Johanna had now become of those people. He nodded, trying not to think too graphically of the words she was saying. He didn't know what to make of her. From what she was saying, she could look weak. But knowing who she was and hearing her talk, he couldn't imagine it. "They underestimated you," he stated nodding his head.
"I don't know if that same routine will work for me. Everyone knows you're my mentor, so they know that trick already. Besides, I don't think I look weak enough to play that part. Maybe...." he thought about it for a while, "I could be myself, but a more extremely shy version." He began to laugh slightly. "Downplay my skills, and up play my timidness. Do you think that would work?"
Lucas gave a nervous laugh, heat rising to his cheeks. He hoped that his face wasn't too red. Not used to receiving compliments, he felt a little too good about her statements. "Thanks, but I.... uhhh..." he rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at her with a shy grin, "I don't really.... know how to woo..." He watched her blow some smoke, then shook his head. "No, thank you. Chopping wood relaxes me...." the thought of chopping up things other than wood crossed his mind again and he felt bile rise to this throat.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 7:41:31 GMT -7
THIS IS IT BOYS, THIS IS WAR! What are you waiting for?
Johanna laughed and blew out more smoke. "See, if you act that like the whole games, with your nervous tendencies on any compliments, then you're golden. Act just like that. Shy, nervous, and for Panem's sake, don't get a high Gamemaker score because that will give you up right away. Trust me, you'll do a lot better without people knowing your skills. But don't show them your weaknesses either." She put the extra ash on the end of her cigarette in the flower vase and it fell into the water.
"Just try and blend in with the others. Don't join the Careers, and don't try and pick a fight with them. If you absolutely need to make an alliance, make it with someone you know you can trust and someone willing to fight.," Johanna, though blunt, was really trying to help. She hadn't helped the tributes from last year because she knew that they didn't have what it took, so she watched both tributes die in the bloodbath.
"Don't let someone kill you in your sleep either, because if that happens, I may just set fire to your dead body for being so stupid. Got it?" Johanna said giving him pointers. "Now, you should probably sleep and take this all in. It's a lot, yes, but it will help you," she said.
Johanna threw the rest of the cigarette into the vase and got up. She grabbed a bottle of alcohol and took it with her. She walked to her room, not caring to check on the female tribute. Walking into her room, she turned on the television to watch the other reapings. They were mostly the same as the years before, but she hoped that a Career wouldn't win, and if she really pushed her luck, she hoped that District 7 might have another victor despite the odds against it. Still, their odds were better than District 10, 11, or 12.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 14:12:52 GMT -7
Lucas nodded and drank in her words like they were his salvation. She was telling him a lot of things and although Lucas thought himself fairly bright, and above the average bear, he felt as if he needed to take notes. Perhaps if he could find something to write with and some paper, he could write all of the things down. But then again, it was probably a bad idea. What if someone found it? Besides, it wasn't the Hunger Games was an open notes test. It was a game of death. "Be shy," he nodded, "got it." "Okay. Weak. Low score," Lucas agreed though he didn't really know what she was talking about. He'd have to ask her more about how the whole game system worked seeing as he knew very little. Once she had finished, he leaned back. He wanted to know more, ask her more questions, but he was tired. There was so much he learned and had to learn. He had to get his mind ready and set for the games and for the Capitol. He didn't really know what to expect. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said looking up at her as she left. Lucas looked out the window. They were passing by open grasslands. He wondered if the Capitol would look anything like District 7 or something completely different.
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