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Topic: Random smurf version hunger games
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Sportette
Bakette
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posted 10-03-2012 05:25 PM
First part posted tommarow only doing first book and the hunger game is written by Suzanne Collins © cause she wrote the awsom book starting tomorrow
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Amy Sue Smurfette
Nurturer Smurf / The Odd Smurf
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posted 10-03-2012 10:40 PM
That's a really neat idea, Sportette! Sure am glad to have you back here. ;-)
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Sportette
Bakette
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posted 10-04-2012 01:00 PM
Thanks just so you know I'm copying the words from the actual story but smurfifying it and characters are
Sportette as katniss
Bakette as Madge
Little ish smurfette as prim
Handy as gale
Hefty as peeta
Chefette as the mom
Brainy as haymitch (😂)
Designette as Effie
Soccerette as rue
Sassette as foxface
Jokey as thresh
Smilette as glimmer
Tuffy as Cato
Papa as president snow
Clumsy as head game maker
Smurf as boy from district 1
Grown up smurfette as other girl
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Sportette
Bakette
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posted 10-04-2012 06:12 PM
This will go three pages each chapter
When I wake up the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out seeking smurfettes warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course she did this is the day of the reaping.
I prop myself up on one elbow. There's enough light in the bedroom to see them. My little sister smurfette curled up on her side cocooned in my mothers body their cheeks are pressed together. In sleep my mother looks younger still worn out but not so beaten down. Smurfettes face is as fresh as a raindrop. My mother was very beautiful once to. Or so they tell me.
Sitting at smurfettes knees is the worlds ugliest mouse. Mashed in nose half of one ear missing eyes the color of rotting squash. She named him buttercup insisting that his muddy yellow coat matches the bright flower. He hates me. Or at least distrusts me. Even though it was years ago I thing he still remembers how I tried to drown him in a bucket when smurfette brought him home. Scrawny kitten belly swollen with worms crawling with fleas. The last thing I needed was another mouth to feed. But she begged so hard cried even I had to let him stay. It turned out okay. My mother got rid of the virmin and he's a born mouser. Even catches the occasional rat. Sometimes when I clean the kill I feed buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we'll ever come to love.
I swing my legs off the bed and slide into my hunting boots. Supple leather that has molded to my feet. I pull on trouser a shirt tuck my long dark braid intoa cap and grab my forage bag. On the table under a wooden bowl to protect it from hungry rats and cats alike sits a perfect little goat cheese wrapped in basil leaves. Smurfettes gift to me on reaping day. I put the cheese carefully in my pocket as I slip outside.
Our part of district 12 nicknamed the seam is usually crawling with coalminers heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders swollen knuckles many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of their broken nails the lines of their sunken faces. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn't until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.
To be continued
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Sportette
Bakette
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posted 10-04-2012 06:19 PM
Point of view is sportette (katniss) for whole thing
Who wants to here about brainy playing haymitch who is drunk the whole time (😅😅😎😂😂😄😄ԅ 22;😜😝😛😏😇😹😸 8586;👻) ![[Clown Smurf]](graemlins/Clown_Smurf.gif) ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif) ![[Happy Smurf]](graemlins/Happy_Smurf.gif)
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Sportette
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posted 10-04-2012 07:39 PM
 
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Sportette
Bakette
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posted 10-05-2012 06:40 PM
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Our house is almost at the edge of the Seam. I only have to pass a few gates to reach the scruffy feild called the Meadow. Separating the Meadow from the woods in fact enclosing all of District 12 is a high chain-link fence topped with barbed-wire loops. In theory it's supposed to be electrified 24 hours a day as a deterrent to the predetors that live in the woods — packs of wild dogs lone cougars bears—that used to threaten our streets. But since we're lucky to get two or three hours of electricity in the evenings it's usually safe to touch. Even so I always take a moment to listen carefully for the hum that means the fence is live. Right now it's silent as a stone. Concealed by a clump of bushes I flatten out on my belly and slide under a two foot stretch that's been lose for years. There are several other weak spots in the fence but this one is so close to home I almost always enter the woods here.
As soon as I'm in the trees I retrieve a bow and sheath of arrows from a hollow log. Electrified or not the fence has been successful at keeping the flesh eaters out of district 12. Inside the woods they roam freely and there are added concerns like venomous snakes rabid animals and no real paths to follow. But there's also food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run.
Even though trespassing in the woods is illegal and poaching carries the severest of penalties more people would risk it if they had weapons. But most are not bold enough to just venture out with a knife. My bow is a rarity crafted by my father along with a few others that I keep well hidden in the woods carefully wrapped in waterproof covers. My father could have made good money selling them but if the officials found out he would have been publicly executed for inciting a rebellion. Most of the peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they're as hungry for fresh meat as anybody is. In fact they're among our best customers. But the idea that someone might be arming the seam would never have been allowed.
In the fall a few brave souls sneak into the woods to harvest apples. But always in the sight of the meadow. Always close enough to run back to the safety of district12 if trouble arises. "District 12, Where you can starve to death in safety" I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here in the middle of nowhere you worry someone might hear you.
When I was younger I scared my mother to death the things I would blurt out about district 12 about the people who rule our country panem from the far off city called the Capitol. Eventually I understood this would only lead us to more trouble. So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts. Do my work quietly in school. Make only polite small talk in the public market. Discuss little more than trades in the hob witch is the black market where I make most of my money. Even at home where I am less pleasent I avoid discussing tricky topics. Like the reaping or food shortages or the Hunger Games. Smurfette might begin to reapeat my words and then where would we be?
In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. Handy. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing my pace quickening as I climb the hills to our place a rock ledge overlooking a valley. A thicket of berry bushes protect it from unwanted eyes. The sight of him waiting there brings on a smile. Handy says I never smile exept in the woods.
"Hey spotit" says handy. My real name is sportette but when I first told him I had barely whispered it. So he thought I said spot it. --------
To be continued
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Sportette
Bakette
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posted 10-06-2012 07:28 AM
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Then when this crazy lynx started following me around in the woods looking for handouts it became his official nick name for me. I finally had to kill the lynx because he scared off game. I almost regretted it because he wasn't bad company. But I got a decent price for his pelt.
"Look what I shot." Handy holds up a loaf of bread with an arrow stuck in it and I laugh. It's real bakery bread not the flat dense loaves we make from our grain rations. I take it in my hands pull out the arrow and hold the puncture in the crust to my nose inhaling the fragrance that makes my mouth flood with saliva. Fine bread like this is for special occasions.
"Mm still warm" I say. He must have been at the bakery at the crack of dawn to trade for it. "What did it cost you?"
"Just a squirrel. Think the old man was feeling sentimental this morning" says handy "even wished me luck"
"Well we all feel a little closer today don't we?" I say not even bothering to roll my eyes. "Smurfette left us cheese" I pull it out.
His expression brightens at the treat. " thank you Smurfette. We'll have a real feast." Suddenly he falls into a Capitol accent as he mimicks desgnette trinket the maniacally upbeat smurfette who arrives once a year to call out the names at the reaping. "I almost forgot! Happy Hunger Games!" He plucks a few black berries from the bushes around us. "And may the odds—" he tosses a berry in a high arc tword me.
I catch it and break the delicate skin with my teeth. The sweet tartness explodes across my tongue. "– be ever in your favor!" I finish with equal verve. We have to joke about it because the alternate is to be scared out of your wits.
To be continued
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