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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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    Thank you to Suzanne Collins for the creation of Panem and The Hunger Games trilogy. And thank you for the following people who contributed to site design: Ring Wang: banner slideshow code, Revo: fixed sidebar code, Gem: site skin(s).

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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.

The 101-Fall Hunger Games are wrapping up. You have 24-48 hours to enter the final posts. Members can still post in the "History of Sixth Station" and the "Connection" forums.



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Sardonyx Verdony
 Posted: Mar 14 2011, 12:54 PM
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Even though it was raining, and it was cold, Sardonyx wasn't going to quit training. He was doing his routine, push-ups, sit ups, running, and gymnastics. He was non stop getting wet from his push ups, to his sit ups, to everything. If it wasn't raining you could tell he was sweating. But the rain made him just look wet. He had ran 14 laps around the evacuation center, and then he did more push ups, and sit ups. He did his last sit up, approximately 75 all together, and went and sat down on the edge of the porch thing for fresh air. He wasn't even that tired, and he looked around. He did start to breath heavily, and then it stopped. He didn't get tired easily because he had been trained since the age of 10.

A little boy just stared at him, and Sardonyx just looked at him back. Hey you, Kid. Stop staring." He looked away, and watched the boy leave. The boy pointed back at him, talking to what looked like his mother. She just shook her head, and he saw her mutter something about don't mess with higher district residents. he shook his head in approval of what he heard. He agreed with the boy's mother. He didn't need some stupid scum to stare at him.

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Zacharius Fletcher
 Posted: Mar 19 2011, 04:06 PM
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Zacharius was running as fast as he could, half of a plastic lawn chair held over his head. Not that it made a difference, though, he was still soaked through the light rain jacket and the two thin shirts he'd had underneath.

"Wait...up...Stell!" he huffed, his feet sliding through the mud. He almost lost his balance, but he caught himself in time. His sister was already inside, her dampened blond hair the last thing he saw before the door thumped shut. Zacharius stumbled to a stop, tossing the old lawn chair aside. He was breathing heavily, his throat feeling like it was blocked.

She knew this would happen. Stupid Estelle. Stupid asthma.

Zacharius lurched forward; the coughing was beginning. He went through this every time he ran too fast, too far or too long. He bent over, holding his knees tightly with his hands. He was glad they weren't acting up as well, all he needed was for his hands to cramp up while holding that 'chair'.

The 13 year-old boy sucked in the damp air with difficulty, but stood straight and tall, walking awkwardly toward the patio. He knew he should have grabbed the inhaler before they ran out of the house, but to be honest, he'd thought one of his many siblings would've thought of it. It wasn't like he was the only one who had asthma in their household. Pretty much everyone in District Eight had some sort of lung issue.

The brown-haired boy had initially thought that he was alone. Who else would stay outside in the freezing cold rain? But as he rested his paling hand on the back of a chair, he realized there was another boy there. As soon as he looked him over, he could tell he was in one of the higher Districts. He had toned muscles, something he couldn't get with the protein in his diet. But it wasn't just his body type. No, his expression, his composure, was a clue. He just looked... above everyone else. He'd come to be able to detect the hints of expressions,and this one was pretty much screaming at him. Career, probably.

At first he was embarrassed to be seen in one of his attacks, but he got over that quickly. He wasn't just going to lie down now and hand over his dignity.

"Hmm, hello." Zacharius pulled up a chair, turning his green eyes onto the stranger. He grinned slightly, tipping his head toward the little boy and his mother. "You always greet people like that? Or just the ones you like?" His voice rasped as he spoke. He was glad it didn't crack.

Good thing Stella was with the rest of the family. They didn't like him talking to strangers. They said that he was still only thirteen, even if he acted plenty older. He knew he could handle himself, though. He didn't need their permission. They wouldn't even miss him, they'd just think he got lost in the small crowd that was his family.

The boy gripped the arm of his chair tightly, holding back shivers. His breathing was still heavy, but he could tell it was passing.
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Sardonyx Verdony
 Posted: Mar 22 2011, 04:00 PM
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Sardonyx hadn't noticed the person that had approched. "So what exactly is wrong with you? You dieing of starvation yet. I don't see how you have food... with your district area....." As he looked at the boy, he thought for a minute. This boy wasn't in a bigger district, he could tell. He smirked, and looked the boy up and down. "So you scared of rain? Your shaking. Or is it my presense. I know I make people nervous. Oh, and I talk like that to every scum..."

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Zacharius Fletcher
 Posted: Mar 24 2011, 05:19 PM
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His breath had finally calmed except for a slight wheeze that would last a few hours. Zacharius was glad, his parents were always telling him he had to calm down or one day his throat would close up completely. But he couldn't. He had to work through it all, so that one day his body would build up an immunity. He wasn't completely certain that this was true, but he had to be assertive or no one would ever trust him. One slip up and everything he'd been working on would go to waste.

His eyes remained on the boy's, listening to the tone in each of his words. It was no secret he found himself superior, but it wasn't like that was rare. Even some people in the Districts below Eight thought themselves better than him. All he knew how to do was stitch, while they could kill an animal with ease, or make the most nutritious meal. He'd show them that his family wasn't something to mess with.

"Nothin's wrong. Just different. It's like how you've got obvious strength and apparent lack of a conscious." He tried to keep his voice light, but it was hard when every word he said drove into him. He took everything personally, even their ignorant generalizations and stereotypes. That's why he had to be better. He had to show them that he was worthy of a decent life, too. Whoever 'they' were.

"Scum, eh?" He ignored his previous comment. He was still shaking, the cold water mixed with a fierce wind every now and then was finally getting to him.

"Is that right?" He had his condescending, semi-joking voice on. "Well, you must not know how much it hurts to have your lips sewn together, do you? If you did, I'm sure you'd be watching what you said when an Eighter is around." Zacharius winced inwardly at the thought of sewing someone's lips together. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that he was only 13 years old.
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Sardonyx smiled fiendishly. This boy had the attitude of a Career. "It seems your attitude is your only way of surviving? Let me guess, you grew up sewing clothes together, and you are so upset because your fingers hurt. And you probably get upset when your family is hurt, so you learned how to sew?" He smirked. And saw a reaction to that last part. "What happened if your family were to go into the games? You never know what tricks they have up their sleeves! They could be attacked, in front of your eyes. But you won't be their to help them would you!? He smiled, and ignored the boy for a minute to do a couple of push ups. He jumped back up, and smirked. He walked away, not saying goodbye to the boy.

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