Rules 1. Voting lasts 24 hours 2. No alt voting 3. Vote on every match if possible. 4. Base your vote on who you think is the most physically attractive, nothing more. 5. If you think my pic choices suck or just want to add your own, feel free to do so.
Day 1
(7)Louise Cliffe
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(5)Kelly Brook
(1)Stacy Keibler
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(15)Elin Grindemyr
Easy Vote Form
Cliffe Brook
Keibler Grindemyr
go.
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Rules 1. Voting lasts 24 hours 2. No alt voting 3. Vote on every match if possible. 4. Base your vote on who you think is the most physically attractive, nothing more. 5. If you think my pic choices suck or just want to add your own, feel free to do so.
Day 4
(4)Jaime Edmondson
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(14)Giorgia Palmas
(1)Gemma Atkinson
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(4)Francoise Boufhal
Easy Vote Form
Edmonson Palmas
Atkinson Boufhal
GO!
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I will send all tributes 3 separate questions in a Private Message that will be the "interview questions". Please respond to me by Monday morning with your answers. They can be as short or as long as you like. I will explain more in the PM.
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Give it here you babies Mik grabbed the flask and took a gulp.
Oh my god! He exclaimed Why the hell would anyone wanna drink that?!
The boys tipped the remaining contents of the flask away and continued their kickabout, thoroughly disappointed with their first taste of beer.
Im sure well get used to it Han said positively.
Yeh If we get the chance too. Mik replied glumy.
-------------------- Midday came, and as by law, everyone in the District was present in and around the Square. Many were drunk, some were stoned, others were even passing out out on the floor.
The mayor of District 5, who wasnt drunk as he knew the TV cameras were on him walked up to the stage.
You all hate this day, I hate this day, so lets just get this over with quickly. He said in to the microphone. I know youre all drunk, but if you get picked, try not to make a fool out of yourself, lets try and have a good year for representation yeh?
A loud drunken boo echoed round the crowd.
Whatever. The mayor retorted sticking his hand in to the glass bowl in front of him, pulling out the first tributes name. Comm Adore. He read out loudly.
Comm! Comm! Justin shouted, trying to shake his friend awake, who was lying in a drunken heap on the floor. Get the hell up man you got picked!
Huh?! Comm said drowsily. I got licked? By who?! Was it a chick?! He slurred.
No Justin said panicstricken, the callout of his friends name immediately sobering up. You got picked as a tribute for The Hunger Games.
Comm had no idea what Justin was saying. He was struggling to focus. Just let me go back to sleep Justin He managed to get out.
No, you have to go up on stage, or theyll kill you and draw out another name. Justin said, helping his friend to his feet.
Justin held up Comm and walked him to the stage, leaving theyre other friend Alec face down in the mud, dead to the world. They reached the stage and Justin pushed Comm up the stairs.
The mayor rolled his eyes at the scene unfolding before him as Comm crawled on his hands and knees towards him. The mayor crouched down next to him.
Anything you want to say to the crowd? The mayor asked
Whats going on? Where am I? Comm slurred.
Excellent. The mayor said standing back up. Just great He muttered under his breath.
Lets hope the next one isnt steaming drunk He announced as he dipped his hand in to the bowl once more. Though I wouldnt count my chickens
He unravelled the piece of paper and spoke loudly once again in to the microphone. Gen Saga!
Gen, who had not met back up with her husband, had never felt more alone as she did now. She quickly scanned the crowd but couldnt see him and had no choice but to just walk up to the stage.
Well at least you seem sober. Hopefully that will work in your favour The mayor smiled at Gen as she greeted him. Behind them, Comm was puking over the back of the wooden stage.
Gen! GEN! Came a call from the traditionally silent crowd.
Gen looked in the direction of the voice she recognised. It was Dizzys, pushing his way through the crowd looking distraught. Her beautiful husband, she thought, no doubt he was going to shout to her words of encouragement, was going to tell her that he loved her, and that everything was going to be ok.
Dizzy pushed to the front of the crowd, looked up at her, and pointed.
See! I ****ing told you! He shouted. Racists!
Chapter End
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One of us is definitely gonna get picked today. You know how racist that King Link is! A bald dark skinned man retorted as he ordered a beer from the bar.
Dizzy you know its completely random, everyones name is in that bowl. Replied a girl of equal race with short dirty black hair that looked like it hadnt been washed in a while.
So you say Gen, so you say. Dizzy said But it ****ing wouldnt surprise me if those bastards put our names in to the bowl like a hundred off times to increase our chances of being chosen.
Dont be so ****ing pessimistic! Gen responded angrily. Youre like this every ****ing year and we still havent been picked so shut the **** up!
Yeh but look how many other ****ing ******s get picked! One every ****ing year. Now you look around here and tell me how many other ******s you see?! Huh?! Not that many eh? Dizzy shouted Theyre ****ing rigging it I tell ya!
God you piss me off Dizzy. Gen stared daggers in to his eyes. We may be married but I really hate you sometimes.
With that Gen got up and stormed off through the door of the pub. **** him! She said to herself. Every year is the same
She started to wander slowly towards the District Square where the Draw was being held.
When she got there, unsurprisingly, it was pretty empty. There was still an hour to the Draw, and she suspected most people were still in the pubs, drinking away the reality of today.
The district square wasnt much to look at. It basically was a large area of mud formed in to the shape of a square. A wooden stage had been erected at one end though.
She spied a small trio of young men at the other end of the square, kicking about what looked to be a poorly custom made soccer ball. They must be too young to drink, she thought. She hoped they were also younger than 16, too young to be in the Draw for The Games.
------------- Man I cant wait til next year when we can actually get drunk before the Draw said Han, kicking the ball accurately to his friends feet.
Yeh, not being old enough to drink, but being old enough for tribute selection is a ****ing joke! Mik responded, passing the ball onwards to the third and final member of their little group.
Whatis controlled the ball and looked up at the wooden stage at the other end of the square to where they were playing. It would be a total ***** if one of us was selected and we had never tasted alcohol. He said.
He then turned to them and smiled. Which is why I brought this! He pulled out a small dirty tin flask from the back pocket of his ripped and scruffy shorts.
What the hell is that?! Han asked, mesmerised.
Its a drinking flask Whatis answered. I stole it from my Dad and filled it with some of his beer he had left over.
The drinking age in District 5 was 18. But the age to be eligible for The Hunger Games was 16. The three boys were all 17, and in that horrible limbo age where you couldnt drink. Drinking underage was highly illegal and if caught, was punishable by death, so many didnt dare do it.
Oh man Mik said, looking around him, but the Square was deserted, except for a black woman who was now facing away from them.
Ok Han said Lets drink it quickly before anyone sees.
My thoughts exactly Whatis smiled as he undid the cap of the flask and took a swig.
He immediately spluttered and coughed. Ugh! He exclaimed. It tastes like ****!
Here lemme taste Han outstretched his hand and grabbed the flask. After one swig he came to the same conclusion, wincing slightly as he swallowed. Yeh That is disgusting.
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So Draw Day again eh? Justin said sipping his pint. Comes round so goddamn quick!
Ugh dont remind me Alec looked glum. If I get picked I think I would top myself before even entering the Arena, would probably be a much more bearable death.
Comm looked deep in to his pint glass, as if looking for some sort of salvation from the coming events of the day. Yeh He eventually said. It would suck to get drawn out of that devil of a glass bowl.
--------------------- Morning Doc a glum voice came from the person sitting on the bar stool next to him.
Hey Mai. Doc replied raising his pint glass in a toasting fashion.
Doc Football was the only doctor in the whole of the district. He had never been medically trained, but his father had taught him a few remedies and how to detect for diseases and such. He had been essential for saving a number of lives within the District, and almost everybody knew of him. As he adjusted his glasses, which were held together by a piece of tape, he imagined what life in the District would be like without him. The death rate would be a hell of a lot higher thats for sure. If he got picked today for The Games Well It wouldnt even bear thinking about.
Lost in thought? Mai, an attractive girl for someone living in the lower Districts, and still with all her teeth, asked the doctor.
Yeh. Doc replied. I always think what this place would come to without me Ya know, if I get picked today.
Ah dont worry bout it Mai replied, almost buoyantly, taking a swig of her beer. The odds are pretty damn low, its the way I always see it. Just gotta hope for the best really Doc.
Mai Immortal lived on what one would call the wealthier side of District 5. It was only regarded as wealthier because the wooden houses there were slightly sturdier than others, and better built. She was an attractive girl, which is dangerous in District 5, as most of the men are hungry for lust, to feel something good for once in their mostly miserable existences. Mai was a tough girl though, and the men had learnt not to take her for granted, or as an easy target, in some ways she had even earnt their respect.
--------------- As the sun shone down on what seemed like a good and rare sunny day in The Fallout District, Jeffrey Raze pulled the remaining weeds out of the ground around him. Him and his wife Naomi grew herbs. A rare profession in a District full of miners, but one that had got them by for years.
Jeffrey stood up and took a quick glance around him to make sure no-one was around. He was on the edge of the district, in an area where he thought know one knew, and the area where him and Naomi grew their herbs.
You gonna help at all today Naomi, or you just gonna sit there getting stoned? Jeffrey asked his wife, hand on hips.
Naomi was leaning back on a tree, letting her jet black hair flow down her side. She took a puff on the small white cylindrical tube she had in her hand, inhaled deeply, and eventually breathed out the smoke.
Yep she eventually replied, smiling vacantly.
Jeffrey and Naomi also grew Special Herbs, which the authorities of District 5 allowed them to grow, as long as they got a cut for free everytime a new batch was produced. This actually made the pair of them the most money.
Youre completely baked arent you? Jeffrey asked, who only smoked the special herbs occasionly.
Yep Naomi replied again, laughing deeply.
Jeffrey paused for a moment, looking at her. **** it! He eventually said. It is Draw Day, give that here! And he outstretched his hand.
Naomi gave him what he desired, still smiling, and Jeffrey took a long drag.
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The clinking of pint glasses on the morning of Draw Day in District 5, otherwise known as The Fallout District, was a familiar sound. Yes, the people in District 5 has very little in the way of money, but come Draw Day, almost every member of District 5 would be found in the pub, as long as they were legally able to, of course.
Much like District 4, which is also known as The Umineko District, the members of District 5 didnt have much in the way of a lavish life, and they were often grouped together in discussions of the poorest people in Contestia. In reality though, District 5 was much worse. Roads were merely mud paths, houses were made of wood and constantly flooded during the wet season, people died of starvation on a regular basis due to lack of supply and money. The lucky ones in District 5 were the families that had small shops, or whos men worked in the mines, and they could bring some sort of income and food. To be fair this was a vast majority of the District, but there seemed to be far more cases of death than all the other Districts put together.
This had given the civilians of District 5 a keen sense of survival, and grit and determination in whatever they did. Although no-one wished to be part of any Hunger Games, they always provided entertainment for the people watching in the Capital, as many were very spontaneous, messy fighters, and always brought about the most watchable deaths. Despite this keen survival instinct that most possessed, The Games was always far too much for any of them, the highest a member of District 5 ever placed was fourth, a couple of years back, and more often than not, they were eliminated towards the beginning, usually because of their rash movements and behaviour, and their inability to think through a situation.
Today was a dark day in The Fallout District, and a day to drink away their sorrows and fears of the impending midday Draw. Doors opened at 7am on Draw Day, and in one pub, named The Sum, two childhood friends were already on their fifth pint of the day.
I am gonna be SO ****ing hammered come midday Alec, a tall well built miner, with skin that had darkened due to being in the mines, said as he took another swig of his drink.
If Im less drunk than you, Im gonna be so disappointed! Comm, also a miner with charcoaled skin, scraggly black hair, and a slight scar under his left eye replied, whilst matching his friend swig for swig.
Alec and Comm had grown up next door to each other in the slums of District 5. When Comms parents had died when he was only 9, Alecs family let him stay with him, despite having another mouth to feed. Alecs parents died shortly after his 19th birthday, and now Alec and Comm lived together in his parents house. Both managed to get mining jobs at the age of 20, and 5 years down the line they had never struggled to put food on their plate at the end of the day.
Awww ****!!! Came a voice from behind Comm. I gotta hell of a lot of catching up to do!
Sleep in again Justin? Alec laughed, as a young looking man with white blonde hair sat down next to him.
Hey Justin, are you even OLD enough to be in here?! Comm broke out in laughter, almost spilling some of his pint.
Wow, that joke really never gets old does it Justin said sarcastically.
Justin in fact looked extremely young, often mistake for someone of the age of as low as fourteen he often got questioning looks when entering the pubs of District 5. This pub though, knew him well, and he knew he was always welcome here, despite being the butt of every joke going.
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Rules 1. Vote for who you think is most ATTRACTIVE figuratively! 2. Voting lasts an indeterminate period of time around 24 hours! 3. Drink this milk, and get your friends to drink some too! 4. Literally no alt voting! 5. If you think my pic choices figuratively suck, feel free to literally post your own!
Tulisa is part of a hip hop group called N-Dubz, who are pretty poor, and she's just started a solo singing career.
She was also a judge on last years UK X Factor and her goup won.
Most recently though a sex tape of hers leaked where she was giving some guy a (pretty awful) blowjob. Shot her to fame and she was in the papers for a while, but its kinda calmed down recently.
Bottom line is though, she's just not that hot... Really poor number one.
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He put his hand in to the large glass bowl and the crowd once again fell silent, except you could almost hear everyones heart racing.
Sirius Bell! He spluttered in to the microphone. The owner of Bells Bakery! He added with a smile. Come on up my old friend!
The crowd let out a unified groan, as they all knew of Bells Bakery, and many of them had already been there this morning and seen Sirius and his young apprentice Cody. Cosy was trying to hold back the tears as Bell walked begrudgingly up to the stage.
You make some damn good bread my man! Guybrush smiled as Bell walked up to greet him. Some DAMN good bread!
Thanks Bell replied somewhat sheepishly. He faced the crowd, bowed slightly, and then stood back as Guybrush dipped his hand again in to the glass bowl.
Next one is . Kaycee Eff! He shouted.
Guybrushs voice hit Kaycee like a ton of bricks. Never in all his years would he thought hed actually get selected. He knew he was in good shape and athletic enough to compete, but he was a bricklayer, he didnt have the street smarts like Guybrush did, and brains was a big part of winning The Games. He knew that.
Kayceeeeeeeeeeee Guybrush repeated. Get your ass up here
For some reason, to the shock of the crowd, instead of walking up to the stage, Kaycee decided to jog up. Why not? He thought. He didnt know if hed ever be able to jog casually again as he so enjoyed doing, he might as well do it one last time.
Congratulations Kaycee Guybrush drunkenly spluttered, shaking his hand.
Thanks Guybrush Kaycee replied, emotionless.
Hey Bell Guybrush gestured to the man standing behind him. Get up here!
Bell joined Guybrush on the stage and stood the other side of him. Guybrush grabbed each of their hands and raised them up in the air. Fellow 4sies! These are your tributes! Cheer them on like you did me! And we shall have another winner, another legend! He so modestly shouted to the crowd.
Surprisingly the crowd responded, probably out of relief more than anything else of not being chosen, and a large roar rang round the square.
See! Guybrush winked at them both. It aint all bad!
Chapter End
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DP shot his regulars a quick glance and a small wave and then continued his conversation with the young girl.
Standard DP eh? *hic* Said a dark haired man, as Junk and Smurf joined him at the table.
Youre right there Cata. Smurf replied.
Hey Cata Junk began. How long have you been here ?
Well Cata swayed slightly whilst looking at the clock on the wall. He eventually managed to focus his vision. DP opened up at 8am this morning, sooooo . Since 8am He replied with a beaming, heavily drunken smile on his face.
Well lets hope you dont get picked! Junk laughed Youll probably puke on stage!
Hey! Cata protested. Our one winner was famously drunk on Draw Day when he got selected, I see it as a good thing!
Thats true Smurf pondered. Good old Guybrush, itll be good to see him again today.
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Noon came and the town square was packed, as it had to be. Failure to attend Draw Day meant a potential execution. The suns ray of light rained down on the 4sies, all already looking distraught and frantic as the District 4 mayor took the stage. The standard speech that they had heard for the last few years came out, and how it wasnt impossible to win The Hunger Games if you were from District 4, and that one man had proved that.
That man was the man to step up next and do the Draw. That mans names was Guybrush Threepwood. His day job used to be a carpet maker, but he was well known in the District, not just for his hilarious personality and ability to make people laugh, but his constant drunken blunders. The year he got picked, more people than ever had cried from District 4, as he was a well loved character, but when he got up on stage that year, he had made everyone laugh and not to worry about him.
And worried they had need not be. Despite his blunderings in and around the District, Guybrush was surprisingly a very cunning and clever individual. He had won over sponsors with his sword fighting skills and general personality and had managed to acquire much food and water over the days of that years Games. He had basically laid low and stayed hidden for most of the Games and let everyone else do the killing, until there was just him and a tribute from District 1 left. District 1s tribute was weary and delirious from all the killing and fighting he had done in the previous hours and Guybrush had sneakily gone up behind him, grabbed a sword that was lying on the ground nearby, and stabbed him in the back, winning the games. Although it could have been deemed slightly unsportsmanlike, there was nothing sportsmanlike about the Games in the first place. It had been District 4s defining and most proudest moment in its history, and a statue of him was immediately erected within the town square.
After The Games he had gone to live the lavish lifestyle up in Bordate, much to the dismay of Link and his government. The thought of having someone of that lower class in the capital disgusted them, as they had always just expected the higher districts to win. He was a hero, a legend, to everyone in District 4, and today, he was drunk, as per usual.
He stumbled up slightly and addressed the crowd, which lifted the mood slightly as he told a few jokes about the government, but then came the serious business. The Draw for the tributes of District 4.
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The young man carrying the fresh batch of bread to the counter was Bells apprentice, Cody. A slightly shy young man, but Bell knew he had a passion for bread like no other, aside from himself of course.
Bell took the batch from Cody and arranged the pieces of bread neatly on the counter. He scratched his rough brown hair and adjusted his glasses, pondering his next move.
Cody Were definitely gonna need some more bread. He finally said. Fire up the oven again boy!
Yes Sirius! Cody replied and jogged back to the oven to fire up another load.
Suddenly there was a ring from the bell above the door as a customer came in.
Goddamn that smells so ****ing good Sirius! Came the exclamation.
Well it is Draw Day Charon! Sirius replied buoyantly. This could be the last time two sorry ass people get to taste my bread, so I gotta make it as good as possible.
True that. Charon replied, a large bald man who chopped wood in the forests surrounding the districts. Im going to have to buy a loaf, itll hopefully make my family a little bit calmer and happier about the impending Draw.
It would be my pleasure to serve you my friend, take your pick!
Charon bought his loaf and walked back out in to the sunshine. Yes. He said to himself. The wife will love this Im sure!
As he walked back through the square with his bread in hand, he passed a group of people praying to the stage in the middle of the square. Surely praying that they wouldnt get picked. Charon didnt believe in all that God nonsense, but each to their own he thought.
Squirrel raised his head from his prayer position and faced the stage. He had believed in God from an early age, as his parents had both been extremely religious. His praying had survived him the first ten years of Draws, and he believed it would save him again.
As he looked around he saw a few people mocking him and his friends for praying, but he pitied them. They were probably just heading to the nearest pub and getting drunk, like many 4sies did on Draw Day. They were almost as bad and unruly as District 5 in that respect, he thought to himself.
What do those ****ing idiots think theyre doing?! Smurf, a small ginger haired man with a slightly strange accent exclaimed.
Praying His tall, muscly friend, called Junk, replied. Id prefer to do my praying over a pint of ale.
Damn straight! Smurf said.
They both laughed as they made their way over to the pub down one of the alleyways leading off from the cobbled town square.
They were still laughing as they pushed open the door to the pub, aptly named Oblivion. It was one of the usually quieter pubs in town, but on Draw Day the pub was always packed to the rafters, as many chose it for its likeness to what they would feel they are heading in to if they were picked as a District 4 tribute.
In fact it was called Oblivion after its owner, Daniel Pietro Oblivion, known as just DP to his friends. DP was of average height, but enjoyed working out a lot and had a very good physique. The one perks of looking good and owning a pub, was of course the women. In fact as Junk and Smurf walked through the door they noticed DP behind the bar chatting up one of the local girls, who everyone knew became a lot looser in the days leading up to Draw Day
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District 4, proud home of the 4sies. Whereas District 5 concentrated on manual labour industries such as coal mining, wood chopping and such, District 4 were home to the builders, and fabric makers. Many 4sies actually got to venture in to Districts 1 and 2 when needed to build new buildings, parks etc, and many of them detested going there because they were witnessing their dirty wealth and felt they were being used just to improve someone elses life to no real benefit of their own.
Although most of the houses within District 4 werent basic and wooden like they were in the slums of District 5, they were still pretty run down. Despite many of the workers in the district being builders, the materials to build their own houses werent readily made available for them, and for that, they probably detested King Link and his regime more than any other district.
As the sun rose on the dawn of Draw Day, it woke Darren from his sleep. The bright light shone through his curtainless window. He chuckled as he usually did when he woke up, considering the irony that he himself made curtains for a living, but werent allowed any himself. He had considered many a time to steal some materials from his workplace, but he needed the job to feed his family, and always hastily reconsidered Though some curtains would be damn nice, he thought.
As he looked out the window, he saw a man running by, out for an early jog.
He chuckled again. Even on this morning, youre still out for a jog. He said to himself.
Kaycee nodded to his neighbour as he jogged past his house, like he did every morning. He was well aware today was Draw Day, but he wanted to continue his routine as normal. Routine meant a lot to Kaycee, within his life in District 4 as a bricklayer, it was nice to have other things to do with his time, rather than waste it down a pub drinking.
As he ran over a puddle, he managed to still accumulate a splash of mud up his left leg. He quickly glanced down, unphased, and carried on. Kaycee was never afraid to get a little dirty, and he thought if he ever got selected for the games hed be able to hold his own. Hell, he might even be able to give the 4sies theyre second winner!
As he ran through the town square, as per usual, people had already started gathering in the square, despite it being a good 3 hours until the draw. His nose hairs suddenly twitched, and a divine smell wafted from over his left shoulder. It was from Bells Bakery, the best bakery in the whole of the district.
Make sure you dont drop that, its gonna be busy today!
Yes Sirius! Came the response from a young man with curly blonde hair.
Sirius Bell was the owner of Bells Bakery. Draw Day was his biggest day of the year, sales wise. People would come in, all fearing the worse that they were going to be drawn to compete in The Hunger Games, and would spend what money they had on his delicious fresh bread, for perhaps the last time.
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God i really hope Chelsea dont win the Champs League now, as we have such a great chance of snatching a top 4 finish. If we dont even get Europa League now I will be distraught.
And i came in my pants after that second Cisse goal. He does the number 9 shirt proud!
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