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Story Or Series Title: The Poisoned Ivy
Fandom: OMG Liam Hemsworth and Josh Hutcherson are so hawt!!1! The Hunger Games
Culprit Author's Name: Hawkward Dolphin
Full Name (plus titles if any): Ivy Undersee
Full Species(es): Saintly Sister!Sue
Hair Color (include adjectives): She's Madge's sister, so presumably blonde like hers
Eye Color (include adjectives): Presumably blue like Madge's
Unusual Markings/Colorations: none
Special Possessions (if any): The mockingjay pin (of course).
Annoying Origin: Kills off Madge Undersee so that she can take over the role of daughter to the mayor of District 12. Volunteers for Katniss at the Reaping after Katniss volunteers for Prim, so that the Everdeen family won't suffer (anymore than they're suffering anyway).
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: The daughter of Mayor Undersee and his wife, who in this version is apparently a total bitch. Classmates with Katniss and with Peeta Mellark. Has a crush on Gale Hawthorne, but according to the story summary she is slated to fall in love with Peeta.
Annoying Special Abilities: none mentioned yet
Other Annoying Traits: The constant comparisons of how "good" she is compared to most of the other citizens of District 12, especially her "town" classmates, her mother and the brother that she's pulled out of nowhere.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story: (Do NOT post more than half of a chapter, whole chapters, or whole stories, regardless of how short they are)
In which Saint Ivy, her bitch!mother and snob!brother discuss cakes
"It's reaping day! What kind of cake should we buy?" my mom asked me. I looked up at her with disgust. It was the day that two kids from our district, that could be me and my brother, were going to be sent to their certain death, and all my mother could think about was what kind of cake she was going to buy.
My mom is like the boys and girls at school. She knows that no one she knows will get reaped today, so she treats today like a special occasion. And that is what disgusts me.
"Mom, I don't think we should be buying cakes."
"Why not?" she asked me, not even paying attention to my answer. I took a deep breath. This happens every year. I say what I want, but my mom won't care. She doesn't care about what I think or say. But I say it anyways.
"There are so many people in this District that can't buy cakes, it is so... selfish and mean of us! It is like we are rubbing it in their faces that we have more money than them!" I said with such a passion that even my older brother, Matthew, turned and looked at me. His face looks smashed, with his slightly turned upward nose and his flat cheeks.
"Okay honey. I will just get chocolate," my mom said, not even caring. But my brother does.
"Why do you care for others, especially those poor citizens? They are just the mud on the bottom of our shoes! We are higher than them!" he yelled at me. He thought that because he is a couple years older than me that he can yell at me whenever he cares.
He doesn't care for the citizens, because he doesn't associate with them. He keeps to himself and everyone respects him because he is the mayor's son. But if you got to know him, and if you had seen what he had done, you wouldn't give him one bit of respect. He doesn't deserve it.
And what he said is completely wrong. We are not higher than them. Our father is. And he isn't even that much higher. 12 is the poor district and no one in Panem respects us. So we should respect the citizens, because we could become them one day.
"I can ask you the opposite, Poison," I said with disgust. His face morphs into hatred because of the nickname I had given him. He was about to strike at me when my mom saved me.
"Honey, are you coming with me to the bakery?" Mom called from outside.
"Sure, Mom. I love looking at all the cakes," I said. I didn't actually like looking at the cakes. I only looked at them because they remind me of my dead sister who loved to look at the cakes.
On the walk there, I started to worry. I had a strange feeling inside of me. A feeling I have never gotten on reaping day before. I feel...scared. What would happen to me if I went? Katniss would never know she was my only friend. Prim would never know that she reminded me of Madge. Gale would never know that I... love him. No one would ever think about me again.
Saint Ivy's heartfelt goodbye to Gale
"Can I come in?" I heard a man's voice ask. I turned and saw a beautiful face looking at me. Gale Hawthorne.
"Sure," I said as I wipe tears off my face. He came and sat down on the ground in front of me. He took a deep breath, ruffled his black hair, and looked at me with piercing gray eyes.
"Look, I don't know you that well. Really, I don't know you at all. But what you did today, for the Everdeen family, is more than I could do for them in a lifetime. If you hadn't volunteered, Katniss would've gone to the Games. Her family would be destroyed, and mine would too. I wouldn't be able to get enough food for both. So, thank you. For everything," he said. It was heartfelt and sincere. But the thing I liked most about it was the fact that the whole time, he was looking into my eyes.
"You're welcome," I muttered. He stared at the ground, unsure of what to do next.
"How did you find out?"
"What?"
"About my hunting? How did you know?" he asked.
"I have my ways. I knew mostly because I used to go out to the forest. My whole family did. Until my sister, Madge, died because of a snake bite," I said. I remembered the whole thing like it was yesterday. I thought I may have another tear falling down my face.
"I'm sorry."
"It isn't your fault. You don't even know me!" I said. He stared at me, with a grin on his face.
"You know, I feel that if you weren't going off to the arena, we could become good friends," he said. I smiled.
"We still could be," I say with a shrug. He smiled and left the room with the Peacekeepers that were just entering.
He talked to me. He said goodbye to me. He looked into my eyes. He might be my friend. All these are my thoughts. But there was one thought going through my mind: if I won, I might have Gale Hawthorne.
I smiled, despite the fact that my gruesome death is on the horizon.
Fandom: OMG Liam Hemsworth and Josh Hutcherson are so hawt!!1! The Hunger Games
Culprit Author's Name: Hawkward Dolphin
Full Name (plus titles if any): Ivy Undersee
Full Species(es): Saintly Sister!Sue
Hair Color (include adjectives): She's Madge's sister, so presumably blonde like hers
Eye Color (include adjectives): Presumably blue like Madge's
Unusual Markings/Colorations: none
Special Possessions (if any): The mockingjay pin (of course).
Annoying Origin: Kills off Madge Undersee so that she can take over the role of daughter to the mayor of District 12. Volunteers for Katniss at the Reaping after Katniss volunteers for Prim, so that the Everdeen family won't suffer (anymore than they're suffering anyway).
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: The daughter of Mayor Undersee and his wife, who in this version is apparently a total bitch. Classmates with Katniss and with Peeta Mellark. Has a crush on Gale Hawthorne, but according to the story summary she is slated to fall in love with Peeta.
Annoying Special Abilities: none mentioned yet
Other Annoying Traits: The constant comparisons of how "good" she is compared to most of the other citizens of District 12, especially her "town" classmates, her mother and the brother that she's pulled out of nowhere.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story: (Do NOT post more than half of a chapter, whole chapters, or whole stories, regardless of how short they are)
In which Saint Ivy, her bitch!mother and snob!brother discuss cakes
"It's reaping day! What kind of cake should we buy?" my mom asked me. I looked up at her with disgust. It was the day that two kids from our district, that could be me and my brother, were going to be sent to their certain death, and all my mother could think about was what kind of cake she was going to buy.
My mom is like the boys and girls at school. She knows that no one she knows will get reaped today, so she treats today like a special occasion. And that is what disgusts me.
"Mom, I don't think we should be buying cakes."
"Why not?" she asked me, not even paying attention to my answer. I took a deep breath. This happens every year. I say what I want, but my mom won't care. She doesn't care about what I think or say. But I say it anyways.
"There are so many people in this District that can't buy cakes, it is so... selfish and mean of us! It is like we are rubbing it in their faces that we have more money than them!" I said with such a passion that even my older brother, Matthew, turned and looked at me. His face looks smashed, with his slightly turned upward nose and his flat cheeks.
"Okay honey. I will just get chocolate," my mom said, not even caring. But my brother does.
"Why do you care for others, especially those poor citizens? They are just the mud on the bottom of our shoes! We are higher than them!" he yelled at me. He thought that because he is a couple years older than me that he can yell at me whenever he cares.
He doesn't care for the citizens, because he doesn't associate with them. He keeps to himself and everyone respects him because he is the mayor's son. But if you got to know him, and if you had seen what he had done, you wouldn't give him one bit of respect. He doesn't deserve it.
And what he said is completely wrong. We are not higher than them. Our father is. And he isn't even that much higher. 12 is the poor district and no one in Panem respects us. So we should respect the citizens, because we could become them one day.
"I can ask you the opposite, Poison," I said with disgust. His face morphs into hatred because of the nickname I had given him. He was about to strike at me when my mom saved me.
"Honey, are you coming with me to the bakery?" Mom called from outside.
"Sure, Mom. I love looking at all the cakes," I said. I didn't actually like looking at the cakes. I only looked at them because they remind me of my dead sister who loved to look at the cakes.
On the walk there, I started to worry. I had a strange feeling inside of me. A feeling I have never gotten on reaping day before. I feel...scared. What would happen to me if I went? Katniss would never know she was my only friend. Prim would never know that she reminded me of Madge. Gale would never know that I... love him. No one would ever think about me again.
Saint Ivy's heartfelt goodbye to Gale
"Can I come in?" I heard a man's voice ask. I turned and saw a beautiful face looking at me. Gale Hawthorne.
"Sure," I said as I wipe tears off my face. He came and sat down on the ground in front of me. He took a deep breath, ruffled his black hair, and looked at me with piercing gray eyes.
"Look, I don't know you that well. Really, I don't know you at all. But what you did today, for the Everdeen family, is more than I could do for them in a lifetime. If you hadn't volunteered, Katniss would've gone to the Games. Her family would be destroyed, and mine would too. I wouldn't be able to get enough food for both. So, thank you. For everything," he said. It was heartfelt and sincere. But the thing I liked most about it was the fact that the whole time, he was looking into my eyes.
"You're welcome," I muttered. He stared at the ground, unsure of what to do next.
"How did you find out?"
"What?"
"About my hunting? How did you know?" he asked.
"I have my ways. I knew mostly because I used to go out to the forest. My whole family did. Until my sister, Madge, died because of a snake bite," I said. I remembered the whole thing like it was yesterday. I thought I may have another tear falling down my face.
"I'm sorry."
"It isn't your fault. You don't even know me!" I said. He stared at me, with a grin on his face.
"You know, I feel that if you weren't going off to the arena, we could become good friends," he said. I smiled.
"We still could be," I say with a shrug. He smiled and left the room with the Peacekeepers that were just entering.
He talked to me. He said goodbye to me. He looked into my eyes. He might be my friend. All these are my thoughts. But there was one thought going through my mind: if I won, I might have Gale Hawthorne.
I smiled, despite the fact that my gruesome death is on the horizon.