Twenty Four of you came here for glory in this glorious Quarter Quell! And in two short weeks you will all go into the arena and only one of you will return. The suspense is who is going to win. As you may know there are two people from each district here to compete. This year’s trick, it is just two people from each district. That’s right folks, all the names were put into one pool and drawn out. The tributes now get to test their wits against the Captiol and if they are lucky they get help from our sponsors. And we all know what that means! Goodies to be sent to them during the games. It can be anything from water to medical supplies to food and shelter. The better they do in the interviews the more sponsors they will have and the better chance of survival with supplies they send you.
Each actual week will be a day in the game. This gives people time to complete anything they need to complete.
The winner will be chosen as a group after the contestants enter the arena.
Any spots not taken by that time will either die during The Feast or at a random time by the admins discretion.
If anyone wants to kill a NPC please come to the admins so we can discuss. The same goes for if you have a preference for when/if your character dies. You are allowed to choose the how.
Before killing another character please take the time to discuss it with the player.
If you want something from a sponsor message one of the admins to see if you can get it.
You do not have to play a tribute
Please be try to be active. A group can only go so far with inactive players
While IC drama is more than welcome OOC drama is not
Please be at least 16 years old
If you cannot complete a task on time just let one of the admins know, we will be more than happy to grant you an extension
There will be a chat on discord, while it is not mandatory that you join there will be a lot of information available there before on the dashboard. A lot of plotting will be done there as well.
Track the tags gv. quarter quell and gv. quarter quell ooc.
Note about the translations: after consulting several French-speakers and the French Hunger Games wiki, these are the translations I’ve decided to use. In the past, people have complained and criticized my choice in French translations (despite the fact that I always get input from French-speakers), so I assume that–no matter what–people are going to disagree as to what the best translation is, especially with pop culture stuff.
So, basically, this is what I decided on after a lot of deliberating with those familiar with the language, and it’s what I’m sticking with. :) Sorry if you don’t agree!
“We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans’ favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.”
Once more the sound of the alarm gladly interrupted another one of my nightmares, this time from the day I faced death right on its face but somehow managed to live, still, that memory was stuck in my mind like glue and every time that it came back during the long nights it always ended the same way; me lying down on the ground bleeding until the life escaped my body.
I slowly sat on my bed looking at my surroundings; the luxurious house that the Capitol provided me on the Victor’s Village was as silent as ever, slightly cold since the weather lately has been rather cold. The white marble floor shined thanks to the light that was coming through the windows in my room. To me, it was funny how the Capitol puts you through hell, and if you manage to survive they throw you into a luxury house for you to lock yourself in and cry until your days are done, or at least that’s how I saw it.
Once I decided that my routine of self-pity was done I got up from the bed and made my way into the bathroom to start getting ready, as usual, for nothing more than myself; the house was full of things that would keep my alive for a while, and seeing as I had nothing better to do I went straight to start my morning routine.
The silence was something that I was already used to, even if the house is full of electronics (mostly because I’m from District 3) I was never interested in using them, mostly because my thoughts are so loud that cover any kind of distraction. While chopping some fruit for my breakfast I found myself lost in thought again, the only sound in the room was the knife chopping against the counter, but that peaceful silence was soon interrupted from the television that abruptly turned itself on instantly calling my attention as soon as the anthem was played; I slowly left whatever I had in my hands and cleaned them vaguely on my clothes, getting closer to the television, and once Snow appeared I knew they weren’t good news.
The loud screams and claps from the freaks of the Capitol who adored that bastard filled the room; they were so loud that I felt like I was there. Snow raised his hand and the cheering died down.
“Ladies and Gentleman, this is the 75th year of the Hunger Games” people started to cheer again, making me sick, I instantly felt a knot in my stomach thinking about how all of them enjoyed watching how kids killed each other mercilessly. “And it was written in the charter of The Games that every 25 years there would be a Quarter Quell to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol” something about his tone was off, I couldn’t tell if he was excited or unbothered and that sent shivers down my spine, this was not going to end well. “Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by games of a special significance and now on the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion we celebrate the third Quarter Quell” he did a small pause to give place once more to the applauses but continued quickly “As a reminder that even the strongest can’t overcome the power of the Capitol, on this, the third Quarter Quell…” my breathing started to accelerate, the anticipation clear on my face “…the male and female tributes are to be ripped from the existing poll of victors in each district”
That was it, I could feel how my surroundings became nothing and my body felt numb, it felt like I couldn’t breathe; my hand went to my throat and I unconsciously gripped it tight, my eyes started to water and my knees buckled making me hit the hard floor. I couldn’t stop the sobs that forced themselves out of my body, my screams could be heard through the whole district, or I thought that.
Eventually my body gave up and I fell on my side, still trying to make air enter my lungs, my throat felt dry and the feeling of dying was somewhat appealing to me.
“I can’t go back” I repeated to myself over and over again, rocking myself and hugging my knees close to my chest, as if in that way I felt more secure. “I can’t go back there”