The Hunger Games: Smosh Edition

The Tribute tubes

District 3

Mari walks through a hallway. She is looking at the ground as she aimlessly follows the guard walking in front of her. This is going to happen, she thinks. I am going to actually be thrown into an arena of death with 11 other idiots. The thoughts make her even more nervous. They turn to the right. She can feel her breathing getting heavier and quicker. How, out of all the people in district 2, am I the one getting picked? she asks herself. This is all just insane. These whole Games are insane. Her thoughts get interrupted when the guard stops next to a grey door. He turns around.
''This is it,'' the guard says calmly. He opens the door to let Mari through.
Mari breathes in deeply and exhales slowly. She walks through the door and into the room. With a loud click the door falls shut. She immediately notices her trainer sitting on the table to the right of her. At the back of the room she sees the big tube going all the way through the ceiling. She turns to her trainer. He stands up. There's black clothes lying on the table.
''These are the clothes you will be wearing in the arena,'' her trainer says in a calm voice. ''Every tribute has the same kind of clothes. Do you want to put them on?''
Mari, figuring she probably doesn't have a choice, nods. The trainer helps her put on the clothes. There's a tight black coat to wear over the white shirt. The trainer zips up the coat and fixes the hood at the back of her coat.

''30 seconds till launch''

Mari slightly panics as she hears the voice. She only has 30 seconds left.
''Your outfit is made out of a very thick material. The arena is probably going to be very cold,'' her trainer explains in an attempt to help her focus.
Mari tries to say something but her throat isn't letting through any words. She turns around and hugs her trainer.

''10 seconds till launch''

She hastily turns around. She slowly walks up to the tubes. Her blood is pumping as she steps into the tube. Mari turns around and looks at her trainer who is standing with a straight face. The glass door lowers down and Mari almost can't help but panic. Before she even realizes it she gets lifted up towards a bright light.

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District 7

Sohinki is walking towards the room with his tube. There's one guard in front of him and one behind him. There's several doors they walk past. The guard walking in front stops at the last door of the hallway. Without even saying anything he opens the door and signals Sohinki to go inside. Sohinki walks inside and just after stepping through, the door gets shut. His trainer is standing against the wall next to the table with his outfit for the arena. Without even hesitating Sohinki turns to his trainer. ''Where's the President?'' he asks.
''The President?'' his trainer asks confused.
''I was told that I could speak to him before the games. I figured that'd be now. I've been asking to speak to him for days,'' Sohinki says annoyed.
''I'm sorry,'' the trainer exclaims innocent. There's an awkward silence. ''Well, I'm sure that if you win, you will meet him!'' the trainer says in a hopeless attempt to lift Sohinki's spirit.
Sohinki doesn't respond. He's looking at the tube on the other side of the room. I need to focus on the Games, he thinks. He walks to the table with his outfit perfectly laid out. His trainer helps him put on the outfit. As he zips up the black coat, the grey door opens. Sohinki turns around surprised. It's a familiar face. It's the President. The two guards who were standing behind the President walk into the room and place themselves behind Sohinki.
''I believe you wanted to speak to me?'' The President asks while looking directly at Sohinki.
Sohinki, who feels a bit intimidated by the two guards standing behind him, tries to find the right words. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. ''Is it true?'' he asks. ''Is it true that this year is going to be a Hunger Games consisting of only Smosh members?''
''Why do you think that?'' the President asks curiously.
''That's not an answer to my question. Is it true?'' Sohinki repeats.
''Who gave you this information?'' the President asks displeased.
''Is it true, Joe?'' Sohinki asks demandingly.
''Don't call me by that name,'' the President bellows as he jams his fist on the table.
Sohinki looks shocked. With terrified eyes he looks at the President.
The President takes a few steps back and sits down on the chair at the back of the wall. The President looks almost embarrassed of himself. ''To answer your question, yes, you are right. This is going to be a Hunger Games consisting of only Smosh members,'' the president answers with a voice a lot calmer than a few seconds ago. ''After the rebellion three years ago, the people from the capitol opted me to come up with an idea to make sure such a thing may never happen again. So I started weeding out popular singers, actors, creators and so on. By putting them up against eachother in the arena, the chance of a second rebellion has decreased a lot.''
''It won't work this time,'' Sohinki states with a shrill voice. He takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and throws it before the President's feet.
The President picks it up and starts reading it.
''Looks like someone has already figured out your plans and is trying to form an alliance. You can throw us into that arena but we won't fight eachother.''
The President calmly stands up. With a massive force, one of the guards kicks Sohinki's right ankle. With a loud shriek of pain, Sohinki falls to his knees. Tears spring in his eyes as he can feel his ankle ache immensely.
''Good luck in the Games,'' the President says as he walks out the room.
''And may the odds be ever in your favour,'' the guard who just kicked him says mockingly while following the President. The other guard and even Sohinki's trainer follow.
Sohinki lets himself fall to his chest. His cheek touching the cold floor tiles. He can feel his ankle starting to bruise. He doesn't want to imagine what it looks like.