Thread: RP: Scream My Name [Hunger Games] : Horror_Show & Intimate

HorrorShow said Katniss had a splitting headache, possibly a concussion. Her face had a huge gash above her left eyebrow, she had scratches and bruises. She had been sweating continuously for days as the quarter quell continued, but now she stood in the darkness bent back, ready to let an arrow into Finnick chest. He stood only a couple feet or more away in the jungle. He looked terrified but looked at her. So much death, so much pain had already happened. She had lost Peeta and it was her primary and only goal to make sure he lived. She now believed both Finnick and Joanna had betrayed them when it was the exact opposite. Everyone, even half the victors were protecting Katniss when she was unaware of it. It was only an hour or so ago that the group had followed Beetee up to the lightning tree. The plan was to tie Beetee's wire around the lightning tree which is struck by lightning at 1200 and run the wire into the ocean, making the beach a conductor to electrocute everything in its path, thanks to the dampness of the tidal wave at 1000. It was Katniss job to go with Joanna to take the wire down to the beach when they got attacked. Joanna had knocked Katniss out and also cut out her tracker. Her arm was no bleeding with shards of flesh exposed, she had it wrapped with a cloth. She held her stance as Finnick pleaded with her. Katniss..remember who the real enemy is. Katniss eyed him down but had heard that before the games had started, she let down her bow looking at him and thats when the storm had started above, it was getting ready to strike the tree. The clouds were swirling and as lightening flashed you could see the dome of the arena. Katniss get away from the tree!!!! Katniss bent down picking up the coil wire and started wrapping it frantically around her arrow. Finnick screamed again having no idea what she was doing as she bent on her knees glairing up at the dome. Fuck you snow She quietly breathed and released the arrow. It shot into the eye of the storm above the tree. Lightning struck the tree igniting the wire, the explosion sent both Katniss and Finnick flying in opposite directions. Then the lightning soared through the wire as it hit the dome killing the game. That would completely kill on communications, all media, everything linked into the game. The game makers headquarters would also be down. In a more wanted scenario, this would have been the end, her rescue. But this wasnt the end, it was the beginning. As she lay there paralyzed in a bad condition she would have a sort of euphoric high, a sense of peace as she wished she could die, it least she had stopped the games. In the distance as time felt slowed down, she could hear people screaming her name . videoyoutube Breathe and balance and love, I was born on the scene Now it runs in my blood, yeah, you know what I mean When I'm dead and gone, will they sing about me? Dead and gone, will they scream my name? Scream my name Click to expand... Plutarch looked on in horror, this was not the way it was planned and now he would have to think quickly and off-the-cuff. That was not how he liked to work. The games took almost a year to plan and prepare and the quarter quell with its hidden agenda had been even more time consuming, not least because of the need to communicate with district 13 and the clandestine nature of such. Then there were all the players and staff who had to be briefed and trusted and watched for the slightest sign of betrayal. Several times it had appeared as if all their plans might collapse like a house-of-cards, just one weak link would be all it took. The time, the effort, the stress, all had taken their toll. He'd lost weight and become such a ball of nervous energy it had been difficult to maintain his usual cool exterior, particularly in the presence of the President. Every time he met Snow, it was as if the man could look into his soul and with every word uttered he expected to be informed of his imminent death. When it did come, it wouldn't be quick, that was one thing he was certain of. He quickly ordered a medevac team to pull all the remaining players out of the arena and take them to the secure wing of the hospital. Katniss, Peeta, Beetee and Finnick were taken to one ward, Brutus, who had merely pretended to drown when Peeta had attacked him and Enobaria in another - he needed to be able to speak freely with the rebels. But where to put Johanna that was the big question. In theory her allegiance was to the rebel cause, but her mind and her tongue could be waspish at the best of times and it was clear she resented the attention that Katniss received. He would put her with Brutus and Enobaria for now, in the hope of having a believable spy and the fear of having a turncoat who might destroy their plans. A proactive response was needed for Snow. He grabbed Seneca and the two of them left the control room. Seneca was drained with horror, he knew exactly what the penalty for failure was. He's going to kill you, you know that, don't you, Plutarch turned on the older man, That's precisely what I'm going to try to avoid. So now we need a plan. We? Well, given how badly the 74th games went and the fact that you're still here. Seneca understood his meaning and in the following 10 minutes they came up with a passable idea. Persuade Snow that this little interruption would simply heighten the show - after all, it would be memorable. Rebuild the arena, which should take about a week. Guarantee a more visceral spectacle, particularly for Katniss's death, the offer to make her beg for her life or poor scorn on the rebels. In the meantime, he had 7 days to work out a plan to get them out of the capitol, thought the districts and on to 13. Simple really. For the first time Plutarch felt real dread. The interview with Snow had been brief. He seemed amused at the resistance and felt that a second showing would help drown the spirits of the rebellion more. But Plutarch had been tasked with coming up with a replacement to screen in the meantime and had had to get his team to put together a retrospective of previous games, biographies of previous winners and a 'how to' programme about some of the previous best traps, with a viewer vote. The plebs, how easily they were coddled. Now he was on his way to see Katniss. Above all else he had to know how she was feeling and what she was thinking. He arrived at her bedside and looked down at the girl on fire. Now pale, scarred, much thinner and with tubes coming out of her. But eyes still bright. Hello Katniss.