#1of24

[carcrazedfool]

She could swallow you whole... #dbs59 #number1 —————————————————————— #aston #martin #astonmartin #dbs #dbssuperleggera #superleggera #supercar #am #amr #lemans #oneof #1of24 #24hr #racinggreen #helmet https://www.instagram.com/p/B4YSc1lgHnv/?igshid=1hwvfizn7dqbu

[steveaoki]

Farewell Summer ☀️Hello September! We're doing 24 shows this month & we started it off in 🇧🇪 Belgium 🇧🇪 #1of24

[nakeshabrownreads]

First read of the New Year. The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

[ryrycalica]

‘tis the season! Went to the Christmas market in front of our city hall and got me this thang 🥔 #1of24 #christmas #tistheseason # (hier: Wiener Christkindlmarkt)

[ladybelletoguro]

More rows added. There's another snowflake repeat, then the thumb and #1 is done. #knittingom30days #faire_isle #1of24 (at Idaho)

[casasinamo]

Nunca he sido bueno recordando ciertas cosas, sobre todo aquellas que suelen ser importantes, aquellas que se tratan de ti. Han pasado 4 días, más bien 5, desde que no estas aquí, se que faltan muchos más antes de que vuelvas y eso me asusta mucho, el hecho de saber que cada día que pasa los dos estamos alejándonos un poco más de aquella casualidad en la que coincidimos. La tarde de aquel lunes recordamos todas aquellas situaciones que afrontamos antes de llegar hasta donde estamos, hablamos del pasado, y también del futuro, del momento en el que volverías, y de la probabilidad minúscula y débil pero existente de estar juntos. Dijiste que tendría que esperar por ti, llevo tiempo haciéndolo si que lo pidieras. Tristemente sé que lo seguiré haciendo hasta que vuelvas, y es triste ya que una parte de mi sabe que aunque te quedaras habrías continuado tu camino sin pensar en mí, como lo estabas haciendo antes de saber que te irías, con ello no quiero decir que sea culpa tuya el que me encuentre en esta situación, donde esperar un poco más realmente no tiene sentido, pero seguiré haciéndolo porque soy estúpido y lo merezco, y todo lo que venga de ti después de esto, si es que acaso aún me recuerdas al volver.

Como dije al principio, no soy bueno recordando, pero a ti te recuerdo cada día, en cada situación en la que me encuentro y que me gustaría estar compartiendo contigo, recuerdo muy bien que dijiste que te esperara, que al volver hablaríamos, quizá, de estar juntos, pero se que con cada día que pasa tu lo olvidas, mientras que yo me aferro a que lo recuerdes.

No pido que me quieras, eso sería demasiado, solo pido que no me olvides, que al volver aún recuerdes lo que alguna vez fue importante para ti, y que dentro de ello, con suerte, tengas un pequeño espacio para mí.

[blakejphotography]

Pure Insanity - Number 11 of just 24 built, the Aston Martin Vulcan is not only a rare car, but a 820HP, naturally aspirated beast on the track! I only wish I could see one of these in action - Mecum Auto Auctions @astonmartinlagonda @astonmartinracingofficial @astonmartinamericas @astonmartinbeverlyhills @mecum_auctions @mecumautoauctions @montereycarweek #carweekforever #carweek #carweek2017 #montereycarweek #montereycarweek2017 #monterey #california #delmontegolfcourse #mecumautoauction #mecumauctions #racecar #tracktoy #trackweapon #trackmonster #supercar #supercarlifestyle #luxury #luxurylife #british #carporn #astonmartin #astonmartinracing #astonmartinvulcan #vulcan #1of24 #v12 #820hp #carbonfibereverywhere #carbonfiber #blakejphoto (at Del Monte Golf Course)

[carcrazedfool]

Loved taking the DBS 59 to the @carcrazedfool Cars & Croissants this weekend at @station119 - a special thanks also needs to go to our neighbours @t800crossfit for being so accommodating as we took over their carpark! - really looking forward to the next one. Who thinks we should have one to celebrate the end of summer? #carsandcroissants ——————————————————————— #dbs59 #aston #astonmartin #supercar #station119 #coffee #beer #v12 #1of24 #lemans #brewery #carmeet (at Station 119) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1oPF6KAHSH/?igshid=hcl1uin9ts5m

[agoldthatactuallystays]

Baby girl x Big Girl body. Happy B(earth)day to me! ✨#1Of24

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 As of now, the 12th annual Hunger Games has 11 tributes!

The following district spots are taken:

District 1 Male

District 2 Female

District 4 Female

District 4 Male

District 5 Female

District 6 Female

District 6 Male

District 7 Male

District 8 Female

As well as a few extra undecided district allocations. That leaves the following places open:

District 1 Female

District 2 Male

District 3 Female

District 3 Male

District 5 Male

District 7 Female

District 8 Male

District 9 Female

District 9 Male

District 10 Female

District 10 Male

District 11 Female

District 11 Male

District 12 Female

District 12 Male

We are still looking for lots of applications, so tell your friends. The arena is promised to be the hight of experience this year!

-CGM Hannah

[jonathancorreaphoto]

"Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat" #A$AP #Basquit #1of24 #45rpm #ArtMoney

[1of24-blog]

I apologize for the impulsive reply of the last ask. It seems my frustration got the better of me. It was not my intention to say everything is acceptable, however it was to say that these games do take side steps out of what one would think to be current reality. The guide lines of the portal guns appearance was that the tribute who read what was on the computer screen and logged int he information could have whatever weapon he/she desired. The tribute came to me asking for a portal gun, by my own rules there I accepted and gave it with a few rules of how to use it. Thank you all for sending in your anon comments. They do hurt to some degree I will admit seeing as this blog and these games have never received hate before. 

-HGM Reilly

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Icerie's Victors Interview

There was a unusual subdued tone in the air above the Capitol on the night of the 11th annual Victor's Ceremony. The wind blew strongly throughout the city, blowing out the candles bearing any thoughts of flamboyance and gaiety that would otherwise have been lit. 

The ceremony was short; the latest victor appeared onstage wearing a simple but shiny silver long-sleeved shirt and a pair comfortable pants.  She stood before the President who bowed and placed a delicate diadem on her dark hair. The audience clapped as it was to be expected, and then she got to sit down and suffer yet another chat with the nation's most colourful talk-show parrot. It was only after she sat down that it was noticed that she wasn't wearing any shoes. 

The spotlights flew together and collided on centre stage.

"So Icerie, how do you feel to finally be a victor?" said Flickerman, smiling ear to ear. It was almost insulting.

She looked over his face with her dark eyes. At first she couldn't discern so much as a thought through his stretched skin and coloured contacts. His hair was solid and glistening, his suit dyed to match. All of it blinding. He was the perfect spokes-person  for this city of falsities, the place of impossible richess. If there were such a place somewhere on earth where all is right with the world, this was not it. There was no hope for this species, these ones with the golden skin and silver teeth. All that Icerie had accomplished in he past few days was a pure hat's throw for them. It was nothing but a play for entertainment on a fictitious stage, celebrated so that they would never have to waste they're luxurious time doing anything as sacrilegious as thinking. 

Icerie looked at the President, who had since retaken his seat in the topmost balcony, and who's keen eyes were trained infallibly on hers. 

She would have to think for them all herself. The entire country. Or at least, think for herself. She would go back home, take the house in the Victor's Village for her own, and leave her family to live and prosper as they might. She will hide herself away, so that she may run her experiments and do her science, in the familiarity of the dark for the rest of her life. Yes this was alright. Maybe not alright, but at least...

"Satisfied." she said to the cameras and the crowd and the country. 

"That's all?" stuttered the dyed bird on stage, all dressed up in his suit and glitter.

"Indeed" she said. There was another gust of wind.

With that she departed, leaving nothing but the subdued faces and astonished winds in her wake. She wouldn't stay for the replay of the games. Why bother? None of that mattered to them, not really, and no it much of it mattered to her either. Anyone who would have cared was dead.

The train was ready by the time she had walked all the way to the station. She wordlessly boarded it and awaited her decent into exile as it pulled away, closer and closer tithe rest of her life. No more people, no more places, no more shrapnel. She had science to do. Maybe someday they would be useful to someone else, someone with more sense than stuffed parrots.

Therefore, in conclusion, the twelve year old girl flew away from the city of lights to grow old and plot her slow and lasting revenge. 

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The Conclusion to the End

Frankie waited her time outside for Icerie to finally show up. She knew the girl was too smart to try for suicide, too compelled to win to give up so easily. She knew the place too well; it was the deserted town square of District 13, its image ingrained in her mind since childhood and Icerie showed the same recognition when she made her way outside. Icerie made a scan of the area, taking into account where they were and where her last obstacle to getting home was. Icerie made note of the girl’s bow and shield and Frankie made note of Icerie’s shield, and some other object that reflected the sun coming out of her back pocket.

“I was made for living.” Frankie reminded herself, the same words she had used in her interview back in the Capitol.

“No trouble.” Frankie called back. She was surprised by the other girl’s choices; a shield was something that suited her but not something she’d expected. The surprise was mutual with Icerie for Frankie’s shield as well. Both of them started to circle around the square, waiting for the other to make the first move but neither did. The waiting game, one of the most common strategies one would find in the finals. “What’s in your back pocket Icerie? Should I be worried about it for later?” She asked in a casual tone as she readied her shield as well.

“You should be, not telling what it is though.” Icerie replied in the same tone, raising her shield when she saw Frankie go for her bow and shoot an arrow. Two let fly though, one that hit Icerie’s shield and another right after that pierced her bare foot while her shield was raised and blocking her line of vision. Wincing from the pain, Icerie stood strong and didn’t let her body weaken. She knew better than to take the arrow out of her foot, otherwise her bleeding would increase. “You do know how much radiation we’re standing in right?” Icerie called across in a taunt. Frankie took a moment to register this however didn’t let her focus stray too far from the girl trying to kill her. “You know, radiation kills you. Slowly yes, but it is one hundred percent fatal. It kills you by mutating your cells and throwing off all your body functions. It travels most quickly through the bloodstream. Did you know that?” Both girls stared at each other. “It means, the faster you bleed, the faster you die.”

“Try not to bleed too much then Icerie.” Frankie replied in a cool tone, watching the blood start to clot around her foot while the small cuts around her body were already closed to the point they weren’t at risk of getting infected. “Now quite playing and let’s get this over with.” Frankie knew her bow wasn’t much use while the girl had a shield with her, so she would just need to break it. The physiological game of chess and strategy had begun between the two girls. What tricks did the other have? Who would use theirs first? The questions were endless, when one was sparked so were another five. Both girls continued to circle one another, weighing the others defenses and offensive chances.

“By the way, how many people have you killed Frankie?” Icerie asked out of the blue, in attempts to put up some distraction or weaken the girl’s focus. “I haven’t killed anyone. You killed my district partner though, you were the reason he died and the reason Shine died-”

“Clay killed him Icerie! I wasn’t the one who sounded his canon!” Frankie barked back. “Don’t accuse me of a death I only put in motion. And you will kill, if you want to go home you need to. No one can get out of these games and be innocent. That’s what they do to us. They change us no matter how hard we fight against it.” Frankie had her bow raised but her side turned, she need only twist her body to send an arrow flying while still under the protection of her shield.

Both of them wanted a distance fight, both of them were prepared for it but they knew sooner or later they would need to be feet apart. How to get there though, that was the question both girls asked themselves. The arena started to rock slightly, the ground trembling beneath the girl’s feet and as they looked above they saw the hovercrafts flying high with canisters and shells in their underbellies about to be dropped. Icerie ran to hide under one of the few stable structures left to avoid the bombs while Frankie joined her a few feet away under the structure closest to her. Where each girl was standing before, a bomb hit and created a small crater was formed. Now the girls were within ten feet of one another.

Quickly, Frankie sent an arrow flying that pierced Icerie in the shoulder while scanning the playing field again and she screamed out of shock. Leaving the arrow in once more, like the one still imbedded in her foot, Icerie turned and held her shield up in front of her, curled up in a tight ball. She wanted Frankie to use up all her arrows but there was no such luck. The next thing to hit Icerie was Frankie’s shield as she ran into the girl and threw her backwards. Icerie rolled herself in the landing, careful of what was in her back pocket the entire time and just feeling one of the knives start to dig itself into her skin. When Frankie came at her again, Icerie twisted her shield around so the serrated edges cut across the other girl’s legs while she suffered a blow to the shoulder. Both girls were lying on the ground, in the rubble and dirt of the bombed and leveled district. Rolling to her side, Frankie reached for her bow and held it, an arrow pointed directly at Icerie’s head.

“I can let this go right now and watch you die.” Frankie warned, the arrow steady in her bow.

“Or I can blow us both sky high.” Icerie taunted back in a cool voice. In the moment’s hesitation, Icerie rolled out of the way and only received the arrow in her arm. “Missed my head!” Icerie called back from outside the structure they’d hidden under. Frankie set up for another arrow, her mind dwelling on the ‘sky high’ comment. Did the other girl have a bomb of some sorts? Another stand off was sparked when the two girls were on far sides of the battlefield; both of them ready to do anything to win. They were both bleeding and as commented on before by Icerie, they knew their time for life was running short unless they were given medical attention.

“So what are we playing the waiting game?” Frankie barked into the open space. “Just going to see who dies first?”

“I suppose so, may the odds be ever in your favour.” Icerie taunted once more, a smirk starting to spread across her face. The second they saw the hovercraft above them start to fly over with another round of shells and bombs to draw them closer together, Icerie and Frankie made their attacks. Icerie moved to grab the shrapnel bomb from her back pocket while Frankie took the advantage of her having her shield down to let another arrow fly, her last one. Icerie withdrew the pin and waiting until the count of two to throw the device at her. Sticking the other girls’ shield, Icerie closed her eyes in time to receive the arrow through her chest. Falling to the ground with a thud, Icerie listened for the scream of Frankie, which came when the third count was over.

Frankie lay motionless on the ground, her shield only protecting her chest and face from the majority of the shards but leaving her legs and lower half completely exposed. Both girls were still, alive but barely breathing. As they felt the toxins and nuclear gas seep in through their wounds, they saw the cameras fly above their faces to capture the aftermath.

“Hey everyone,” Icerie started off before coughing up a mouthful of blood and finding she was unable to continue.

“I was made for living.” Frankie said calmly, her torso rising as her breathing turned from steady to rapid in seconds. “Don’t worry Shine, don’t worr-” She coughed up a mouthful of blood before her eyes slipped shut. The silence was deafening and the wait was killing the viewers of Panem. Finally a canon sounded.

  The peacekeepers landed their hovercraft a few feet off and collected the two girls from the blood pools around their bodies, taking extra care of the one who still had a faint heartbeat. Icerie and Frankie were placed in the back of the hovercraft and taken away to the Capitol. Frankie’s body was left with the other fallen tributes as Icerie’s was taken to the hospital and her stylists where she was fixed, repaired and mended as well as dazzled up for her final interview. One where she would be crowned Victor.

Congratulations to Icerie, the Victor of the 11th Annual Hunger Games!

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The pre-finals are posted: I've finished writing up the finals and I'll post them in about half an hour or so.

Create some suspense. I hope you are pleased with the finals, there were a few tweaks that had to made to make the story flow. 

This decision was more difficult than anything that I've had to do as GM before, finalists, you should be extremely pleased with your performances and writing skills. I know I am. 

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The Beginning to a Conclusion: Icerie