Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the new Hunger Games.

(YAY xD)

::Desmonda::
"No," I clenched my hand against the deadly handle and a tingling festered, not as painful as my other hand, "it's alright."
I hurried to twist it as beams of white slipping through cracks. So bright that I stumbled back and let out a little yelp! They hurt!
They blinded me and I couldn't see. I blinked and whiteness was all around me. Hadn't I stumbled backwards, not into it, though?

::Reeko::
I could almost feel their electric, torturous shocks rocking through me again. No! No more torture! Please! I didn't mean to hurt my mom, I was just so stressed . . .
"W-Whos' there?"

Alex: "Are you okay?" I yelled, yanking her back away from the door. "Des, careful!" I pulled her close to my side. "Where does it hurt?"

Luke: "Um, me? Luke? What's going on here? Do you know what I'm supposed to do? 'Cause I don't."

::Flay::
I dart my eyes around, but they keep rolling randomly. My mouth twitches, and I'm trembling all over. With so much venom, at least I won't suffer, I'll die quickly.
Not long now, I suppose.
No hallucinations, just green, the colour of venom. A throb above my eye confirms it seeped into my eyeballs.
"C-C . . . Conor," I whisper, my voice soft like the feathery fingers he has on my hands, "I love you."
My voice is wavering and I don't know if he can hear me.

Conor:
"I love you too Flay! I love you too!" I sob.

(Hey, Bonez maybe you could have it like reverse Katniss and Peeta where the challenge is for Conor to get a new cure for Tracker Jacker venom, or do you want Flay to die?)

(I think it's Flay's turn to die. Sad, but I haven't killed off any charries yet, and it's her time. WAAHHH!!)

::Desmonda::
I squirm and keep blinking.
"Can't see! I can't see! Don't look at the door, too bright!" I squeal, and my eyes are aching.
I throw my hands in the air and wiggle them. It's all white!

::Flay::
For some reason I get pity from death. These are my last moments, I know that. My vision clears and everything is light. Conor's face is surrounded by feathers or something. I reach up to touch his cheek, and kiss him blindly, wondering if I'm actually kissing his lips. The pain is gone now, it's all faded.
"You need to hurry . . . Not much time left. T-T . . "
I let my head fall back on the floor.
"Thank you for being my ally, Conor."

::Reeko::
"Who are you? Luke? Do I know you?"
I pause.
"Um, your task is to get me the hell out of here! A key is in here, I think!"
I throw myself against the cage, chains rattling.

Alex: I turned her around so my back was to the door. I was starting to sweat a little, and I panted, out of breath. "Okay..." I managed. "What...now...?"

Luke: "Where's the key? Wait, what does the key do? I can't remember anything!" I yelled, looking wildly around me. I didn't know this boy, but I reminded myself this wasn't about me winning anyway.

(OK, well can Jelsa kill off one of her charries too so we don't have to keep pming?)
Conor:
"Your welcome Flay..." I whisper, "I really did love you" I whisper as she fades, "I swear, I swear to God I will win these games for you Flay!" I say louder and angrier. "I will" I say quieter.

(I'm about to! Once we move arenas. Nikkie'll get cloaked.)

(THis is for the Pm thing we wer doing Flay)
Riku:
"You sick sick b******!" I yell. "Where do I go?" I grunt angrily. I had a new plan, an escape plan.

(We can just avoid... THE SECRET!)

::Desmonda::
"I don't know!" I scream into nothingness.
"Am I blind? Please, no, I don't want to be blind!"
"Five minutes remain," a voice cackles over speakers.

::Reeko::
"It gets me free, which you have to do, or, or, you'll die!" I cry, looking around the candle-lit dirty room. He was gullible, just what I needed.

::Game Maker::
"Well, Riku, I was actually hoping I'd get to book you first, but there's a line. Tell me, do you mind intimacy with males? Because some man named Jag just booked you."

Riku:
"I am not gay if thats what you're asking, and no I will not do you know with men. I swear you try to make me and I will kill every man that comes near me with my bare hands, and you know I can" I growl, "It aint happening!"

Conor:
After closing Flay's eyes I stand and run down the hall searching for where the challenge is.

::Game Maker::
"Oh, Riku," I wave the contract in front of him, "this shows that we can do whatever torture needed to make you. We own you now, remember?"
I laugh.
"A man it is. I'll teleport you to his apartment promptly."

Riku:
I appear in the guys apartment, he is fat. I see a knife on his kitchen table, "Great, well lets get to business" I say smiling. I grab the knife and stab him in the throat dozens of times until the screaming and gurgling stops. I stand over the body after the arena that was easy.

(Conor needs to know the challenge)

LOL XD RIKU!!!

::Game Maker::
I'm sitting in my chair when I hear the news.
"Game maker, Riku has just murdered Jag . . " I hear in my headset.
I sigh. Oh, Riku. Well, I've got the perfect torture planned.
After some quick teleporting, I'm in a locked, brick wall room, a single bulb from the ceiling and Riku strapped to a chair.
"Ah, Riku. How did things go?"

Riku:
"Exactly how I said, he's dead" I say and I figured with the teleporting I couldn't escape but I had a proposition of my own, "I've been thinking," I say in a faked Capitol accent, "Since we both know however much torture you put me through I won't work with men, how about this. You have me booked to someone who needs killing and when I get there, I kill them, I have the looks to be booked but I have the skills to kill, I am a career after all, what do you say?"

(Conor still needs to know the challenge)

Alex: "What should we do? Should we close our eyes and keep walking forward? We can't just stay here, I don't think we'll make it!"

Luke: I took a step forward, not really caring about what happened now, and swung the hammer at the lock. It took me several times, but I eventually managed to break it.

(BONEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(-_- bonez... really?)

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(IKR!)

(...BONES!)