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HUNGER GAMES OC FANFIC

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Andrew’Rose awoke from his slumber, sunlight shining through the window and glowing on his face. Quiet footsteps approached the bed as a girl shook him awake. “ Wake up Andrew, It’s reaping day! “

Andrew opened his eyes as he looked at the girl, “ Good morning Clemmie. “ He spoke out. Andrew stared at his sister, her curly deep brown hair some resting on her shoulders and some down her back. Her dark blue eyes staring back at him as she shook him even more. “ Get up! You slept too late and now the reaping is soon. “ Clemmie spoke to him. Andrew pushed his sister back a bit as he sat up in the bed. “ I’ll get ready, wait for me downstairs. “ He mumbled.

Andrew Rose watched as Clemmie left the room, “ You better hurry up then! “ She called out as she raced down the stairs. The sound of her boots hitting against wood.

A few minutes later Andrew Rose walked down the stairs, greeting his sister. He looked at his sister’s outfit, yellow flowers had decorated her dark brown hair as some locks of hair mixed with light brown were braided behind her ear making a small braid to the back of her head. A light sage green shirt that had a dark green shirt collar that surrounded her neck. Alongside that, she wore a small sleeveless coat that stopped at her waist, and a dark golden bow that was tied to her shirt. She also wore a long skirt that stopped a little below her knees. It was a skirt crafted out of a quilt that their cousins made specifically for her. On the top half of her skirt was a small dark brown bag that hung on her hip. He also noticed that she still had a bandage left wrist and on her left hand’s ring finger from a small cooking accident a week ago. He looked up to her face, one beauty mark below her right eye and one on the left side below her lips. “ Where’s dad?” Andrew Rose asked. Clemmie stared him up and down, “ Went to the meadow. “ She whispered. “ You ready? “ Clemmie asked. Andrew Rose nodded as she reached for his hand, holding it as they walked out the door. Andrew Rose looked around terrain, district 12 still holds the look of poor. It didn’t help that they lived in the seam. He looked at his sister who quickened her pace walking to the justice building for the reaping. They bid their goodbyes as they got in the line for each sex. Boy and Girl. Soon after Andrew joined the line, waiting as he stared at all the other 16 year olds. Yet again praying that he wouldn’t be picked. Hoping.

His thoughts were soon interrupted as the sound of heels clacking on floor echoed through the crowd. Effie Trinket, district twelve’s escort. He looked at the stage as the daily routine played out. Two screens that showcased a speech given by President Snow. Andrew Rose tried to watch the broadcast but it seemed stupid to him, it was the same thing since they were born and allowed to go to the reaping. Shortly after, he would hear that the broadcast ended and the screens were replaced with video of the crowd.

Effie Trinket looked at the crowd, “ Happy 69th hunger games everyone, and may the odds be ever in your favor. “ She spoke as she reached a hand over a fish bowl that contained small papers. “ Ladies first. “ She said. She grabbed a tiny paper from the bowl, unfolding it reading it carefully before speaking out loud.

“Clementine Canary Delbur. “

The voice rang in Andrew Rose’s ear as he heard it. Clementine Canary Delbur, his twin sister. He never expected that it would happen, he never expected that she would be reaped.

Slowly turning his head to the girl’s side of the crowd, seeing his sister look up at the stage. Her eyes wide, not sure with what emotion though.

“ Is there a Clementine Canary Delbur here? Don’t be shy dear, come on up! “ Effie spoke gently.

Andrew Rose didn't want to believe it. He watched as Clementine—Or Clemmie slowly walked up to the stage, as elegant as possible. Keeping her head up, refusing to show fear. “Oh there you are! “ Effie spoke as she greeted Clemmie. “ Now, for the boys. “ She stuck a hand into the bowl, picking out a small placard and repeating the process.

Andrew Rose listened as his ears rang, he couldn’t believe it.

“ Andrew Rose Delbur. “ Effie’s voice spoke clearly.

“ Oh my, seems we have a pair of siblings this year.. “ She sounded sorry. Strange.

Andrew Rose looked at the screens as he slowly headed up to the stage, gazing at his sister as she met his eyes. Her dark blue eyes piercing through his soul.

“ And their twins too.. How unfortunate. Well, may the odds be ever in your favor and happy 69th hunger games everyone! “ Effie spoke out as Andrew Rose knew the reaping was over. He looked for their father in the crowd but he was nowhere to be seen.

Disappointment struck him as he kept his head up, watching the crowd slowly depart from the justice building. “ Well, lets get going you two. “ Effie spoke cheerfully.

Andrew Rose looked at his sister. “ Clemmie. “ He sounded sad.

“ It’ll be fine Andrew, just keep your chin up. It’ll all be fine. “ Clementine Canary would reply to her brother as she held his hand.

The two twins looked at the now vacant space where the reaping was once held. Andrew Rose pulled his twin into a hug, the two stood still embracing each other for a moment until they were separated by peacekeepers and brought through the building to the train dock.

“ Now or never. “ Andrew Rose said.

“ It’s now or never Andy, just know I love you like all-fire. “ Clementine Canary spoke out.

Andrew Rose nodded as he faced Clementine, “ Like All-fire. “

CHAPTER ONE END, COME BACK LATER FOR CHAPTER 2 / THE TRAIN RIDE.

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The two bid their final goodbyes to twelve, boarding the train. Looking around, Clementine Canary was amazed by the exterior. “ How Fancy! “ She was in awe by the the furniture. “Andrew, look at this! “ Clementine Canary spoke out. Andrew looked around after his sister. “ It is nice to see. “ Andrew would speak out. “ How long do we wait for our mentor.” Andrew said

“ He should be out soon. “ Effie spoke out.

The two twins looked at each other before taking a seat at a circular table that held multiple meals. The twins stared at each other before starting a conversation.

“ So, Andrew did you pay attention to dad’s trainings or no? “ She whispered incase there was a camera that could catch wind of the illegal activity.

“ I did. Did you? “ I replied to her. Clementine nodded as she turned her head to the train window.

“ The scenery's pretty. ” She sighed. I looked up at her. ” That‘s twelve for you. ”
“ I’m going to shower. “ She said as she got up from the table as she entered the private room she was given in the train car.

I nodded her goodbye. Waiting for a bit until she came back with new clothes. I got up from the table as I entered the small room we were given for the train. Walking inside as I examined it, two separate beds in the room with one dresser by the window of each bed, and a small table beside each bed to fill the gap I guess.

I walked towards the bed that seems to be the side where Clementine hadn’t chosen for the few days or hours we stay here.

Opening the dresser, I grab a pair of pants and a dark colored sweater something that matched Clementine’s choice of clothing.

I soon take the pair of clothes where I depart into the bathroom, examining my surroundings before setting the clothes beside the sink.

I wasn’t that amazed by the decor, by how the capitol looks regularly on the broadcast every year I expect them to decorate like this. I walk to the shower curtain where I pull it back and twist the shower knob. Holding my hand under the water til I feel it get cool. Pulling my head back and peeling my clothes off, dropping them on the floor as I step into the shower, pulling back the curtain for privacy.

I wait for the water to heat up first, it felt nice and used the soaps that were already in the shower to scrub my skin.

Shortly after, I stepped out the shower, drying my body off as I put on the clothes I picked out putting the ones that I came here with on the bed.

I looked up on Clementine’s side.

Clementine Canary.

A covey girl.

My sister.

My twin.

And, my friend.

Her skirt that was crafted by our grandmother laid out on the bed, folded.

The design of it.

The handwork put into making that quilt, soon to be a skirt for a Canary.

I could imagine how long it took to make that quilt, it had several patches sewn into it, like dozens of them. Each delicately crafted for the quilt, or taken from a old work turn into something new here. Or so I’m told.

Clementine herself makes the effort to stitch the skirt back together whenever she accidentally tears it doing something. Thankfully, she has never torn it big enough past repair, but no rip would undetermined her.

She would rather burn in the sun then let that quilt shrivel up and become old news.

Well.

I looked at the skirt.

Neither of us is making it back home.

To twelve.

So unless our mentor, or Effie delivers it to twelve, it’s remaining old for the history books.

If they cover us.

It was almost like yesterday when I saw Clementine get that skirt.

We were both freshly 12.

A gift for surviving our first hunger games.

We were sitting out back past the house.

In the greenery.

I can still hear how she sounded.

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“ Clementine, sweetie. “ A soft spoken voice rang out. A woman’s voice in the memory.

I looked up towards her.

Her tan skin, freckled covered face.

Brown locks of hair.

“ Yes mom? “ Clementine Canary spoke out, she had her hair in two low pigtails tied with white ribbons.

Mother smiled at the both of us, patting our heads as she turned around to the table.

“ I have a gift for you my little canary. “ Her soft voice, almost sounding like a melody.

Like a songbird singing.

Clementine’s eyes lit up.

“ What is it? “ She asked quietly.

I watched my sister, turning my attention back to our mother as she lowered a box to Clementine.

“ Open it. “ Ma’s soft voice said, and so Clementine did. She opened the box, and there was a quilt.

But not any quilt, her quilt.

Her skirt.

“ A quilt! “ Clementine sounded amazed.

Mom giggled slightly as she heard this.

Patting Clementine on the head.

“ Not just any quilt sweetie, your quilt. “ She smiled.

“ And your skirt, forever. “

Clementine looked up at mother as she heard this.

“ Really? “ Her quiet voice going higher in pitch as she heard this.

“ For how long you keep this, good luck will follow. “ Mom smiled.

She held her arms apart.

“ Come on you two. “ Gesturing for a hug.

We both flew into her arms as she embraced us.

“ Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not important. “ She whispered to us. “ That your memory will fade, or is tainted. “ She whispered in our ears, I could tell she was smiling.

“ My sweet canaries, you are important. “ She said.

“ You matter to the world. “ She said as she embraced us again. “ Don’t let anyone make your roses wilt, or your bird songs silent. “

It was when we were 14 when she died.

It was raining, she was accused of being a rebel, Clementine and I standing in the crowd.

Dad too saddened to watch so he stayed home. They pushed her toward that stage.

“ My sweet children! Don't let them wilt your roses, nor silence your bird songs! “ She called out to us.

I pushed my head upwards as I made eye contact with her.

Her hazel eyes looking at me.

“ You matter, don’t let no one tell you otherwise. “ She muttered out.

“ I love you both, my canaries and roses. “ She cried out as the noose tightened around her neck and her body dangled in the air.

I stared horrified.

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I blinked back to reality, staring at Clementine’s quilt skirt.

I pushed the thoughts away as I walked out of our train room, back to the main room where she saw at the circular table.

She whispered something to me, it didn’t land though, “ huh? “

“ Thinking about something? “ She repeated a bit louder.

I nodded.

“ That something being ma? “ She sighed.

I nodded again.

She held my shoulder.

“ It’ll be okay, she told us to never let people wilt our roses nor silence our songs. “ She repeated mom’s words.

I looked up at Clementine, her expression of kindness and gentleness just like ma.

She looked like her.

For a second I thought she was her, blinking back to reality remembering it wasn’t her.

Ma died 2 years ago, pull it together.

I sighed as I pushed her hand off my shoulder. Not to offend, just too much like ma.

She never haunted me as much til now.

My thoughts were shattered as I heard the train car open as a man, seeming to be in his 30’s walked out of a train car.

Must be Haymitch.

He eyed us before taking a pastry from one of the trays and walking back into his area.

Well, thats thats.

I stared at Clementine and she shrugged.

“ He’s always like that! Dont.... worry. “ Effie called out, in a high pitched voice.

“ We can.. Tell. “ Clementine sounded a bit annoyed but could feel for him I guess cause she sounded sad a bit.

Well, whatever that had to come to a end as the train slowly rolled past and the night sky came.

Me and Clementine walked into our rooms, changing with our backs turned to each other.

We both got into our beds.

“ Goodnight Drew. “ She softly said as she tucked herself in.

“ Night Clem. “ I responded as I closed my eyes.

We are in for alot—I can tell.

Chapter Text

Images of previous games played in my mind, tributes getting attacked by mutts, dying to others. Natural events played out like wildfires, tsunamis, floods and tornadoes. Tributes being pulled into the wind, drowning in waters, being burned alive. Horrifying images as I felt the rays of sun leak into my eyes.

I woke up after that, looking at the ceiling for a bit. Sitting up and turning my head, to Clementine, she wasn't there. I yawned as I stretched my limbs, putting on the same clothes as the day before as I was too tired to do anything much.
I’ll miss pranking the people of twelve, cause I’ll never make it back home. I sighed as I walked out of the train car that I slept in, and found my sister where she was the day before. Sitting by the circle table talking to a older man.

Guessing that’s our mentor, Haymitch Abernathy. He won his games 19 years ago, the 50th.

It was a quarter quell year if I remember correctly, and had more tributes then before; 48 total tributes.

Sometimes I wonder how he managed the win due to how he is now, but yet again people change throughout their lives. Who knows what he went through for those 19 years and during the games.

I try to keep myself invisible, I don’t want to interrupt whatever their talking about—or trying to talk about. Sitting in the chair beside Clementine as she attempted to get conversation out of him. “ So, your our mentor if i get that correct. “ Her voice sounded unsure. Like she was trying to solve a lie, or a problem. But I could tell she wouldn’t find the lie to this, the guy was indeed our mentor. Hopefully he would be help.

“ You asked that 2 times now, yes, I’m your mentor. “

Well, atleast I know he does talk. “ Just making sure.. “ Clementine replied.

“ So if your our mentor, how will you help us with the pre games stuff and.. In the arena. “ Clementine shot another question.

She was always a curious person, asking 100 questions just so she could understand a person, or someone. He didn’t respond, and honestly I’m losing hope already. I don’t know if we have a shot at this. I mean, I’m somewhat good with a knife; but Clementine? I don’t think singing will help, but who knows maybe she has a special skill that I just never paid attention to.

I just looked at my sister and back at Haymitch, her face still stuck in a solving a puzzle expression, while he just sat there. Quiet as a statue.

I couldn’t stand the silence any longer, “ So well, if your our mentor shouldn’t you give us advice. “ I looked at Clementine again who looked at me. “ I was going to ask that, but yeah. Do you have any advice for us? “ She repeated my question before looking at Haymitch. I’m guessing he’s heard this from multiple of his tributes cause all he mutters out is; “ My only advice is survive. “ Wow. How nice. I stared at him for a bit, “ Survive? Is that all you got?? “ thats when Clementine cut in. “ There’s no way that the only thing you have to say to us is, Survive. “ She grimaced at him for a second before I glanced at her. She quickly turned her expression around to a straight face. “ What a joke! “ It took alot to get this out of Clementine. She’s usually a happy person, or a calm one. Rarely mad, and when she was she’d just hide it under a smile. That’s how she got the reputation of the nice girl of the seam. Who always sweet and caring to others, when in fact its mostly true but shes not only just a smiling kid. She has her own problems, and I don’t try to help cause whenever I do she acts like its nothing. Like the time she had found a baby squirrel in the meadow, nursed it back to health only to see it get snatched up by a bird. I knew she was hurting, but she just bottled it up and said its only nature.

Though, I share her anger this time. We’re being sent to our dooms and our mentor is a drunk who can barely walk on two feet without stumbling over whose only advice is ‘survive.’

“ Very funny. “ I would speak up. “ I would laugh, but thats not good enough advice for people being sent to their deaths. “ I would slam a hand on the table which seemed to snap Haymitch out of whatever daze he was in. Only slamming a hand cause well, its pointless to make a mess such as tossing something to the ground. “ What did we expect from a victor that can barely keep his nose out of a bottle! “ Clementine said before swiping her hand over the table, which to my surprise sent a cup that Haymitch was using to the ground. The shards shattering on impact.

Usually, she isn’t one for making messes but I guess she doesn’t care anymore. Haymitch looked at the both of us and then at the broken glass on the floor before speaking. “ Well, it appears I got a rough patch of tributes this year. “ He would squint at us for bit. “ Fighters, I’m not sure. “ He stopped talking and I looked at Clementine again. “ I’m good at using knives if that counts, like pocket knives and stuff. “

“ Pickaxe. “ Clementine would say.

“ Pickaxe? “ Haymitch would repeat, and honestly I too was confused by this.

“ Sometimes I sneak to the mines when no one’s watching, snag a pickaxe and dont return it til a week after. In the gap, I spend time between school and work swiping at trees with it and stuff. “ She would explain.

Well jeez, I wasn’t expecting that. How did I not know that? I of course knew that she often would take like 20 minutes up to a hour in the forest by the meadow but she said to visit the lake, I didnt know that she was secretly chopping up trees with a pickaxe, and how did she get it without being caught. I have so many questions, but they might not be able to be answered now.

“ Well thats it, it seems I got a pair of fighters this year! Just my luck. “ Haymitch said, he sounded proud or something. Maybe not proud, I’m just not good with tones.

He looks at us again before talking once more, “ One two, stand here. “ He got up and stand by a slightly open space in the train. Clementine got up and so did I, walking to the space. “ Alright, well you both look decent enough. Seem fit, and then once you get to those stylists, you’ll be better. “

Well, I'm hoping the first part which is, ‘ you both look decent enough ‘ means ‘ you both are somewhat fit ‘, but honestly, I don’t know.

I mean, I do occasionally help with the heavy lifting around 12, like helping the shop owners transfer large bags into the buildings so that might of helped me with my build. And then Clementine’s always hauling that big wooden guitar around, that might of also helped her, especially since with her cleaning service that she offers randomly gets her either a small sum of money, or a big income of money. It depended on who she got hired for, but it was mostly shop owners who needed help sorting out the shelves or cleaning dirt off of their house floors. But with this money, my family’s been able to live off of a medium sized portion of food. I mean we aren’t that good with money to not live in the seam, but we don’t starve that bad like some people in here. We’re in the middle half.

That’s when Haymitch speaks, cutting through my thoughts.

“ Alright, if you two don’t bother me with my drinks, then I may be able to post a deal to sober myself to help the both of you. “

Well, thats a good deal. I look at Clementine who then looks at me, when she nods indicating that we should agree. So I nod back, turning my head to Haymitch and speaking once more.

“ We have decided to agree on that deal. “ It’s not like we had a choice. It’s either mess with him and then struggle in the arena, or work with the deal and possibly know how to live and then survive the arena.

“ Okay, so what are the main strategies that we’ll need. “ Clementine said.

“ Just because we made the deal, doesn’t mean I’ll start revealing information instantly. “ Haymitch replied.

“ Wait—then; “ I spoke out. “ Listen kid, this train comes to an end soon, where the both of you will be with your stylists. Just go with whatever they do. “ Haymitch cut me off.

“ That’s all your saying!? “ Clementine and I both said.

“ In a few minutes the train ends, and in a few minutes after that time is when I’ll tell you.”

Haymitch spoke before departing into a separate train car. Clementine looked at me and I looked back.

“ This is going to be interesting. “ I mumbled under my breath before taking my seat at the table once more. That’s when the windows get dark. Clementine runs to the windows and looks out.

I look at her before looking out the window next to me, there isn’t much to see. It’s just pitch black.

We must be by the capitol, and these must be the mountains we’re passing in.

Soon after a few minutes of darkness from the window, light bursts through the car again and we both look out amazed. Seeing the Capitol from television was one thing, but seeing it in person? This is actually breathtaking to see. That’s when we notice we’re passing by a crowd, I walk up to Clementine standing beside her as we both wave to the group of people.

I think they recognize the train and realize this must be tributes passing by cause they seem excited to see it. I’m not sure if they are excited to see the train or the tributes in it. But either way, we wave at the citizens.

First impressions matter here, especially when you need a way to have the Capitol like you and hope you’ll win. Though, most of those tributes end up dying but the rest do survive. Clementine whispers to me, “ Hopefully one of them is rich and remembers us. “

I can’t help but crack a smile and laugh a bit at that. She always finds ways to make a person laugh in any type of situation. I’ll miss these moments. I wish it wasn’t her who came with me, atleast if I win I would still be with her. But now, if either one of us lives we lose a sibling. I push the thoughts down, trying not to be negative as we both continue to wave to the crowd until the train came to a halt. That’s when we stood still, sitting by the table as we waited.

The games were only starting now, and I have a feeling we wouldn’t like it at all.

END OF CHAPTER 3