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Hunger Games♥ For Readers: There might be times where I'm not posting chapters, don't worry, they'll be there soon(:
 
 
 
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The Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen
  1. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    November 10, 2012 11:11am EST
    Happy 10/11/12

  2. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    October 11, 2012 8:38am EDT
    FACTS#1
    Eating chocolate improves your ability in Maths

  3. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    September 28, 2012 2:29pm EDT
    Love Needs Time

  4. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    September 9, 2012 8:56am EDT
    And now it’s only
    your face that I see everywhere; the only thing that keeps me
    thinking is you…

  5. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    September 3, 2012 2:54pm EDT
    People always ask how I got
    my nice
    things;
    Take my crown to the grave, I’m
    an
    Underground King
    -Drake

  6. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    August 19, 2012 11:17am EDT
    Life: It can be bitter
    sometimes, but take time to pick out the seeds and know that the sweetness is
    there, just waiting to be found…

  7. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2012 7:17am EDT
    Unknown.
    37
    Scarlett/Unknown's POV
    He laughed. "Why are you asking questions, when you know the whole story, sweetheart?" A smirk glided across his cheeks. "Revenge; sweet and simple, revenge," Vengeance blurring into a blaze in his eyes, filled with a fiery breath of darkness.
    "So you killed them all?" I asked again. I wanted this conversation to go on longer.
    Who knows; maybe that way I will live longer?
    Sirois's eyes met the ground and he silently chewed on his lower lip; a clear sign of anxiety. He was scared. But of what?
    "So you killed them all?" I repeated my question for the third time. Still, no reply. "I'm only asking you a simple question." Okay, maybe not so simple.
    The words 'You killed them all?' in a sense of saying is a pretty short and easy thing to say (put into speech), but if you look at the deeper context and the words 'killed them all, then its not the simplest and brightest question to answer.
    "We haven't got all day; lets just kill the girl and get it done and over with." Brett's voice echoed as his managed to growl after the dark tone he had used.
    "No. She wants answers, doesn't she?" Sirois looked up at me, meeting his cold, emotionless eyes with my hopeless ones. "Doesn't she?" He smirked as I snapped back to reality- he was asking me a question. "Yes, that's exactly what I want." I spoke in an equal tone to him; meeting his dark and cruel character.
    "Then its true," Sirois's smug look was starting to appear back; it was the same look he gave me when he was talking about my mother and his relationship when they were in high school. Its the smirk that always suggests something bad is surely about to happen.
    "Whats true?"
    "That I killed them all," He smiled, and completed it with a spine chilling crackle that filled the amphitheatre.
    Drag things longer Don't stop. Keep asking.
    But it was too late: warm, hot tears were burning down my face. My vision was blurring, sliding me away, slithering me to the deepest, darkest corners of my brain.
    I closed my eyes.
    The obscure thoughts I didn't want to ever see were slowing flashing before me again:
    An faded image of my mother, followed by small children and a tall man; then there's me.
    Well probably not me, but a little girl, who slightly resembles me. She's crying. But why?
    The woman's face is a bit more clearer now, and it almost resembles Elizabeth Cromwell (Wasn't she my mother's sister?).
    Then could the blurred woman be Agatha, my birth mother.
    Where are these thoughts coming from? Nick used to tell me that the deepest and strongest memories are always in your brain, and if you try to remember them, they change, every time; But memories that are from your childhood...Well...they'll always be there, inside your head, inside your brain; kept locked, and secret.
    The little girl who looks like me, or probably is me; holds out her hand to her mother, that is paying attention to the other kids now.
    "Scarlett, come here and clean up your brother's face, the cake is smothered all over his clothes now," The mother whispered, while she tied up a little girl's hair into little pigtails.
    In seconds, the tall man appeared again. "They're back," He whispered; there was a slightly worrying tone in his voice. Who's back?
    The mother didn't say anything, instead she ran over to me, picking me up and running outside, with me in her arms.
    "You know what to do," She mumbled to the driver in the old horse cart. The driver nodded, and looked at the seats at the back.
    "I'll take her to the lakes," He growled, looking ahead of him and not daring to look at my face.
    Tears were running down the mother's face, she looked at the little girl and slowly put her on the seats, kissing her forehead and then backing away, before the horse neighed and was clomping off.
    It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the little girl was me, and that was mother; the tall man was my father; and the other little boy and girl were my siblings.
    I don't know what happened after that, maybe the fact that the town exploded and everyone in it died.
    The people that came back (the ones that my father was talking about; the tall man; 'They're back') were probably Sirois Mandeth and his men.
    So whatever happened to my siblings?
    Sirois said he killed my mother and father and the whole town. But he never mentioned my siblings; did he not want me to know that I had a little brother and sister?
    What ever happened to them?
    Now that is another question he'll have to answer.
    But that can only happen when I wake up.
    I was meant to post this on the 1st August, but never got the chance; because I've been going around to other people's houses after my B-day(: Sorry :'(

  8. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    July 31, 2012 10:57am EDT
    Happy
    Birthday
    to
    me♥

  9. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    July 28, 2012 8:29am EDT
    Let The Games Begin
    A start to London 2012 Olympics♥

  10. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2012 6:41am EDT
    Olympic Torch Went Past My House♥

  11. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    July 17, 2012 3:41pm EDT
    Going FRANCE tomorrow

  12. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    July 14, 2012 12:35pm EDT
    //“Stupid people are dangerous.”||\\
    -Hunger games

  13. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2012 1:22pm EDT
    Unknown.
    36
    Dylan's POV I don't know what came over me; but in the next few confusing blurred out seconds, I fell down; weak and helpless. There was a loud roar of a gun, and then a surging pain had entered into me through my left shoulder. I had just been shot? Hadn't I? Even if I had; the bullet whisked right in, and right out; leaving a huge gaping empty hole in the upper part of my body, close to my neck. I could feel the intense heat of eyes glaring at me, even though I was facing away from them, and could not see them- but that didn't mean I couldn't feel them staring at me? "DYLAN!" I heard someone scream from behind me. Unknown? My head felt dizzy, and then next thing I knew; I was falling to the ground and collapsing onto it. Another yell from from the weak hearted girl's throat. "DYLAN!" She yelled, her screams getting louder. I tried to close my eyes and let the cool black darkness over me. It wouldn't harm to let the drowsiness come over me and take away my senses and mind. Would it? My eyes squinted tightly and then let loose, when a dark shadow hung over me. "Yep, he is dead," A deep voice said and then I heard the soft crunching on grass and leaves, as the man walked away. Sadly, those were the last things I heard... Scarlett/Unknown's POV "Yep, he is dead," Brett's worker worked his sly smile as he walked over to his post, where he was meant to stand; the guard/worker only had one job, which was to guard Brett and Sirois Mandeth till the last breath; he was there to protect the two men just like all the other workers. I looked down at my feet, repeating those wise words which Nick used to tell me. Nick. He was dead. And there was nothing more I could do, but pray that I don't end up like him. 'The higher up you take yourself, the harder you'll fall back down after trying; but remember that every time you fall, you get stronger not weak' His loud crackle distracted my thoughts. "How about I tell you everything, my dear, Unknow- Oh..I'm so sorry, Scarlett," Sirois chuckled, tipping his head back, emphasising his fine line of a jaw structure under the golden blaze of the sun. My name was Scarlett. My real name is Scarlett. I caught on that fact a little while ago with Dylan; somehow the name coming out from Dylan's mouth soothed and calmed me down; my name coming out from Sirois's mouth just made my blood go bitter. "Ms. Scarlett Cromwell; Your second question was, about 'Your birthparent'?" Sirois's cold voice entered my head again. "Your mother's name was Agatha Cromwell, who is also Elizabeth Cromwell's sister. Elizabeth is Brett's mother. They were both twins..." He wasn't looking at me, but something is Sirois's tone almost carried a sort of sympathy for me. There was small coughs from around me. Everyone was quiet; they were all listening to mine and Sirois's conversation. No word was spoken from the enormous crowds around me. What did they think of me? Their leader? Their saviour? Surely only I had the guts right now to talk to Sirois. And where was Alex, and his little brother; the two boys I met when I was trapped inside with Josh... Josh?! Where is Josh now? Dylan said that he was safe...But now Dylan is gone. Tears were welling up but I managed to blink some back, and put them away before they would start rolling down my cheeks. "David Brown Cromwell was your father, but also a thorn in the middle between me and your mother," Sirois's normal sarcastic voice was going dark and cruel. "After you came along, as a mistake; a pure accident; David and Agatha got married; leaving me. So I married your mother's sister; if I couldn't have your mother, at least I could have her sister. Brett came along and then we found Dylan is a adoption centre," His eyes looked at Dylan's dead body on the floor. "I pity him, I thought he was my son; I treated him like my own- and he went for you...Traitors," Sirois looked at the floor, disgusted. "So, why did you destroy my town?" I whispered. He laughed. "Why are you asking questions, when you know the whole story, sweetheart?" A smirk glided across his cheeks. "Revenge; sweet and simple, revenge," Vengeance blurring into a blaze in his eyes, filled with a fiery breath of darkness. "So you killed them all?" I asked again. I wanted this conversation to go on longer. Who knows; maybe that way I will live longer? 24 days...It took me 24 days to post the next chapter... Really really sorry :'(

  14. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    June 18, 2012 12:22pm EDT
    A lotof hope is dangerous, but a little hope is effective
    -Hunger Games

  15. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    June 6, 2012 3:15pm EDT
    Unknown.
    35
    Brett was standing at the rooftop, ready with his gun, aimed towards me. This is going to be a fight. A bloodthirsty fight. A very bloodthirsty fight. Confused eyes looked at each other, meeting one another- Everyone who stood on this dead green field was confused, more confused and confused. I was scared, and shocked and puzzled. This was meant to be an exit. But it only lead to our deaths, and right into the hands of Brett. Dylan's arm slid around my shoulder. "Don't move," He whispered; and dared to breath. "What do we do?" Were the only words that managed to escape my mouth. Everything was happening way too quickly, and time wasn't in our grasp; it was more in the Mandeths's clutch. "Just leave everything, to me," He was whispering; his voice so calm, even though of the circumstances that were right before us. "How? What? I don't get it," My eyes couldn't leave Brett's face, and his hands, that were holdign the gun, aimed at me. "What are you going to do?" I could feel a smile tip up on Dylan's face; a smile that required a lot of mastering to perfect- the curves of his mouth tipped up, and he glistened his white pearly teeth at me. "Like I said," He mumbled. "Leave it to me," There was a sort of hope and inspiring courage in his words, that forced me to believe and listen to him. "Okay, I'll go with what you just said, but..." My words drifted off, as Brett's finger moved towards the trigger; his determination so solid and heavy. "What do we do with Brett?" I could feel Dylan smile once more, and then he whispered those last words. "Just believe me, Scarlett," Scarlett... The name sent shivers down my spine. A good sort of feeling, I guess. A soft tingling sensation, with warmth enveloped with it. "Scarlett?" I whispered, keeping cool, but the excitement couldn't be locked in. I had no idea what got me so happy about Dylan calling me Scarlett? "That's your real name," He whispered. "It's not Unknown; it's Scarlett," His warm breath made its way to my neck and then my ear. Thats a very pretty name. I guess? "Scarlett," I whispered again; feeling myself ooze off. Why was I so happy? "How do you know?" Dylan grinned. "Brett knew your real name, since the day he saw you," A pause. "He knew that your name wasn't Unknown, but Scarlett," Another pause, but this pause was longer. "You have to get out," There was a sudden demand in his voice. "But I can't," I muttered. "Brett is standing right there with a gun, with 100 people standing right behind him; ready to shoot me, if Brett misses his aim," I could feel a tear welling up. I didn't know whether the tear was because of anger or fear. "This is what we do," He whispered, not daring to move. "I'll stop Brett and then trigger off the alarm at the door," His head motioned towards the door, where a small lever appeared. When was that there? "Whats that thing gonna do?" I asked. "It will shut off the entrances, from where any of the remaining hundreds of guards can come in from," I nodded my head, trying to catch on. "And what if you get shot?" "Give or take," He smiled again. I closed my eyes, letting a silent prayer escape my mouth. "Please God, please; let me and Dylan out from here, safely," Cold, dark, scared and out of control; I raised my finger at Brett, who stood there with a smile. "Any last words?" He said, moving closer. I nodded my head and strided at him, with a look that could be passed as confidence or brave, if only my knees were shaking as if there was no tomorrow. "I want to know everything about my life," I whispered. "My whole life," I said again. "My birth parents, my town, my friends; My real life; How Nick took me in; How you came into my life with Dylan and your father, Sirois Mandeth," A bitter taste formed in my mouth as I said 'Sirois Mandeth'; the name of the man, who I hated more than anything. Brett tipped his head back and laughed; his white teeth glittering in the sunlight rays. I watched at his golden hair, looked lighter with light bronze highlights. "If that's what you need, then that's what you will get...Expect-" His voice was cut off with the sound of a gun. But the trigger hadn't been pulled by Brett. I looked to my side, and saw Dylan, on the floor, face down and away from me. Dead. A dark shadow stood behind him. "How about I tell you about your past, Ms. Scarlett," Sirois snickered, as he walked towards me, holding the gun, that had shot Dylan. Sorry for the late delay, guys. Exams, studying and laziness took over me.

  16. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    June 4, 2012 12:35pm EDT
    The higher up, the harder the fall
    -Hush Hush

  17. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    May 27, 2012 12:13pm EDT
    ///Sun
    Is shining,
    the weather is
    sweet|||//
    -Bob Marley

  18. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    May 22, 2012 11:57am EDT
    Unknown.
    34
    "Let go," I whisper, trying to untangle myself, but their clutch is too tight, and I have no choice but to be dragged by them; leaving Josh and Brett inside, and behind. "AFTER HER!! THE GIRLL!! UNKNOWN!! GET HERR!!" I hear Brett yell, he sounds like he has just won a bloody fight. That means..."JOSH!!" I let out a yell, and find people who are running and shoving past each other to share glances and then at me. "Don't say his name," The person holding my wrist, hisses at me. "He is fine, but he won't be if you yell like that," I raise my eyebrow. "What? That doesn't make any sense," "Everything will make sense," He whispers, coming into the light, to show his face. "Time will reveal everything," "Dylan?" A grin takes over his face. "How did you know it was me?" I can find us both coming to a stop from all that running. "Maybe because you always give weird advices like that," A laugh escapes my mouth, and even though we are standing in the middle of the hallway- which will decide whether we die or not; I feel calm. Children, adults, workers are all running; they are all prisoners trapped in this cage thirsty for death death. But me and Dylan are just standing in the middle, with two rooms opposite sides to us. One from where we ran from, and where others are coming from, and then other is the exit: to our safety. We are so close to your exit, our freedom; that one room, just a few footsteps away from us. Instead we choose to stand here, and wait. But wait for what? Death? Freedom? Liberty? None of those but: The end. The end of everything. The end of these problems. And maybe even the end of our lives. "Why did we stop?" I ask, trying to examine Dylan's eyes again, which are ever so lush green at this point, filled with new sensitive orange and auburn colours, his eyes were turning from a new spring's green to a more autumn. He smiles, and then takes my wrist again, while looking into my boring aqua blue eyes. "I want to know something," Dylan whispers. I squint my eyes. What kind of a question could be more important than our lives at risk at this point and specific moment of time? "What?" I ask, making sure that Brett and his group (or workers, I should say) aren't running there way towards us, ready to kill. "When you were talking about your mother with Sirois; Do you think everything with his and your mother is true?" "What? What are you talking about?" I ask, now I'm really confused. Right now, I just wanna reach that door and get out of here, safely. I don't want to die. Am I being selfish?...No. I'm not. Life has been selfish to me. Taking everyone I know away from me. Everything. Everyone. And I don't want to be like them. I don't want to die. The only two people I can trust at this point is Josh and Dylan. But who knows? They can be taken away from me as well. I haven't heard about Josh...Just hope he is okay. I had to leave him. With Brett. To fight. And so far, it seems as if it was Brett that won the fight. No...No.. Josh is okay. He is. Seriously. He is. Calm down, Unknown. Josh is okay. "Unknown...Unknown...UNKNOWN!" Dylan waving his hand in front of my face to attempt to get me back to reality was failing until he yelled my name in my face. "Huh? Yeah?" I whisper, still trying to make out everything. "Yeah, I guess it was, but he just didn't want to admit it," I'm staring desperately at the door. Waiting for the moment we will run and get out of this place, to our safety. Thats it! "Come, let's go!" I grab Dylan's arm and push my way through the never ending crowds; and soon make my way out, outside, to freedom, to a safe, secure place. "Why did you drag us out?!" Dylan is yelling at me. But why? "Because I don't want us to die!" I shout back, flapping my arms to show the sunny day; where we're safe. His eyes are dark and angry. "You will never be safe here," Dylan's voice is deep and commanding. "This is not an exit, it's a death field," His head motions up, where my eyes turn to as well. For a second, I thought I was meant to be looking at the sky. But no. There was something worse. Just above us; on the rooftops of this palace like building, which was surrounding us in a circle; were men. Men standing, armed with guns, pointing down at us. It takes me a minute to realise that we've just been trapped. All of us. This was meant to be an exit but it lead us straight to our deaths. There is a rotting smell of blood, and I see the corpses, rotting in the sun's heat. I feel sick. "Where..?" I stop talking because there is no point. This is like one of those gladiator fields (amphitheatres) from the Roman times. Where the gladiator would fight for his life in those amphitheatres. Brett was standing at the rooftop, ready with his gun, aimed towards me. This is going to be a bloodthirsty fight.

  19. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    May 20, 2012 8:08am EDT
    //The chances of you being mine now is just about the same chances of a unicorn nursing a baby panda on a construction site in a volcano on a rainbow on mars //

  20. Pearlonthesea Pearlonthesea
    posted a quote
    May 17, 2012 1:23pm EDT
    Finnick? Maybe some pants?
    -Katniss Everdeen

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