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    Our next Hunger Games is a little different than our previous ones. Called "Battle Royale," this Hunger Games will feature one lucky class to be sent to the Hunger Games together. Mr. Dressler's honors history class tried to ignite revolution in Panem. And for their trouble, they will be sent to the arena together. Join us by making a high school junior (16-17 years old) from District 11. See the Battle Royale Subforum for more information. We aim to start in December so now's the time to start developing your character!
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After four years, we have decided to close down Sixth Station. The site has meant so much to many of us who spent countless hours into our game. Thank you to everyone who has been a part of our game.

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Matka Raschel
 Posted: Jun 16 2012, 04:35 PM
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17 Years
Male
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14-June 12 • 35 Moneys

Jimmy


Matka's food situation was as good as it could possibly get. He worked too long hours at a factory. He went to school and occasionally managed to get little things off of friends. An apple - a small bag of chips - half a sandwich. It was honestly never that much of food, really. He was managing to feed Ruby well enough from scraps from his own plate as opposed to actual dog food. He wasn't sure how healthy it was, but Ruby seemed to be enjoying the food just fine.

Still, Matka found himself out in the wild lands again. He had brought some knives with him this time. The snares got him some food, yes, but he had to wait for hours for them to be filled with something, generally speaking. That was just how snares worked... Something more immediate would be better, really, seeing as the snares did not always work. So that was why he had brought the knives. Maybe he should have tried a spear... A spear would have been ideal, but...

Matka shook his head and instead attempted to throw one of his four knives at a squirrel. It missed. He tried again with a bunny. Again with a chipmunk. And again... A growl of frustration escaped him as he grabbed the knives and stuck them in his belt for the moment before moving through the forest. Maybe he should find the snares he set up again. Maybe he had caught some good things from those. They had fed some tributes well enough last Games - at least... until the end. They could feed him well enough too.

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Thorne Lohrasbe-Tomsy
 Posted: Jun 16 2012, 07:31 PM
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District Eight
14-November 11 • 20 Moneys

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won't be enough to brush the blood after the fighting.


The forest was quiet, nearly silent, and it was strangely comforting.

Thorne Isabel Lohrasbe was getting an eerie sense of déja vu as she thought of this; possibly because of the thought of itself, or maybe because the last time she'd ventured into the forest, she'd gone to this very clearing, a ragged rectangle with all of its trees cowering at the edges, afraid to venture into the sunlight.

She moved the same way she always did when she was in the forest -- carefully, quietly, because she didn't want to shatter the brilliant silence of the place. It was natural and it reminded her of the arena without the always-present fear of death.

Just the way that she always did, she dropped her backpack at her feet and unzipped it with a sharp, crisp sound that threatened to unbalance the nature around her. She lined up the dozen silver knives inside in the grass, blades digging into the dirt like dirt could die, too. She straightened up with one knife's shiny hilt in her right hand and selected her target. The grass at her feet had sprung up again since the last time she'd come into the forest, which wasn't surprising since that had been before the 100th annual Hunger Games, Part B.

She chose a different tree every time she came here as her target; this one had a thick trunk and was already marked with dents and thin slits that her knives had left in the past, but it was the first one she'd laid eyes on this afternoon and it would have to do. So she drew her arm back and the knife flew with a dull whistle through the air to embed itself in the bark. Bending quickly, she pulled up the next knife and threw it, too, then another and another and another until she ran out of hilts to pull from the ground.

Picking up her backpack, Thorne crossed the clearing to stand at the target tree's roots and began to pull each shining silver blade from the thick chocolate-coloured bark, dropping them into her bag -- clink clink clink.

Footsteps. Looking around, alert, Thorne slipped the last knife back out of her bag and ducked behind the tree's admittedly-large trunk. Peeking out carefully, she spotted the source -- a boy at the other end of the clearing, eyes narrowed as he looked around him. He held knives, too, no pack to carry them in, just his hands. Thorne watched as he threw one at a squirrel scurrying along the lowest branch of a nearby tree, smiled softly to herself as he missed by a couple of feet. The boy looked disappointed.

He was tall, a good foot taller than she was, if she was any good at estimating this sort of thing from all the way across a clearing. Younger than her, though, probably still of reaping age. As she watched, he tossed the next knife at a little brown bunny, missed again; a chipmunk, another miss. His fourth and final dagger flew from his fingertips in the direction of a bush -- she couldn't tell what it was that was hiding there, but the leaves rustled smugly and the boy growled angrily as he snatched up his knives and started off through the trees.

The problem was, Thorne decided as she followed him curiously, silently, that he was being so loud. She didn't think that he was spending a lot of time trying to be quiet, and it was evident in the ease with which she was able to track him through the forest. Her own stealth was automatic, careful creeping through the undergrowth, keeping a sharp eye out for twigs and dry leaves that could alert him to her presence. It was no wonder that he hadn't managed to startle anything into being a real target.


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Matka Raschel
 Posted: Jun 17 2012, 04:27 AM
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14-June 12 • 35 Moneys

Jimmy


Matka stopped eventually, considering the area carefully. Maybe... maybe instead of going to them, he would see if they could come to him?

It was with this thought that he found a solid tree and climbed up it. Maybe he was big as a person and heavy, but that did not take away his ability to climb up the tree. He moved, managing to move up the tree with a certain level of ability and talent that probably only with his experience in climbing could do. He eventually reached a branch that was high enough away from the ground that those below might not register him as a threat... and he could still throw the things.

He used one knife to hit at a rabbit again - this time missed not because it moved, but because he legitimately was that off with his aim. Not that it made the rabbit stay where it was. It booked it just like any smart animal would do. He shifted so that he was straddling the tree branch and threw his second knife, missing again. He did this a third and fourth time.

The fourth time got him something - a squirrel.

A squirrel that was snagged up by a wild dog and carried off before Matka could even climb down the damn tree. Once the coast was clear, he jumped off a tree branch about ten feet above the ground, landing in a deep crouch before moving about to try to gather the three knives. Maybe knives were a bad idea. Maybe he really should find a way to fashion himself a spear...

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