Author Games: Trial By Fire

Becoming a Winner - Chloe Ice#51st

"This is my favourite moment, that moment a tribute... becomes a Victor," ~ Ceaser Flickerman.

N A M E: Chloe Ice

A G E: 39 

P E R S O N A L I T Y: Repuslive, never thinks anything throught and just does things, and sometiems it can turn out badly. Shes not trustworthy in anyways, She would be as likley to backstab you as to voulnteering for no reason, thats how she got into this mess in the first place. Shes very tricky and sneeky, and you'll never see her coming when she runis the allience your in and kills everyone. Shes also very misterious and tells no one her plans, not even her mentor. 

D I S T R I C T: 7

D E S C R I P T I O N: Long straight, or curly, black hair that goes near her hips when straight, but armpit length when curly. She has brown almost black eyes, She's one of the taller girls, and She was skinny and still is but have gotten a more regular weight with being a victor.  

L O O K - A - L I K E: Rachel Leigh Cook

G A M E  T H E Y  W O N: 51st 

S K I L L S: Mostly but any weapons, she is a trained Career, but shes best with anything agile and small that she can use an just run away without being seen. Her aim is not the best but she can still use a Bow. 

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Chole of District Seven - justkeepswimmingx

“PSST! Chloe wake up!” 

Emma whispers and I groan turning around and away from her view I smirk. 

“How many of us are left?” 

I ask starting to get up from my position on the ground and I keep the small poisonous dart in my grasp hidden. 

“Only two, well not counting me and you of course!” 

Not for long! I mutter to myself as she turns around to get something form her pack. 

“You know what stinks about these games?” 

I call as Emma bends down farther looking in her pack. 

“What?” 

Her muffled voice calls from inside the pack. 

“That only once person can win, and that one person is me.” 

I say and with a simple flick the dart lands in her neck and I laugh quietly, what a fool of her to make an alliance with the untrustworthy Chloe Ice. 

I sit up in the tree hoping the two buff “All that” Career boys will fight it all out. But if their pea sized brains could do any sort of counting they would know that I am still in these things, and I am not backing down now. I look through the pitiful contents of Emma’s bag and I fin a sling-shot with one rock left, oh sweet aim don’t fail me now! 

I pull back the bungee holding the rock in between my thumb and pointer finger and I bite my lip as I release my fingers and I watch as the one boy doubles over, and I see the dent that rock made. I watch the other boy stare at him in shock before simply stabbing him with his huge sword and the cannon fires. 

Great, I couldn’t kill both of those idiots and know this fatty knows my hiding spot. I duck as mucho grande boy throws a spear as me and I leap out of a tree pulling out one of my many knifes and I send a decent throw, and he defiantly didn’t try very hard in athletics with his incredibly slow reflexes. With a string of cussing I roll my eyes in frustration. 

“Language Mr. Obesity king!” 

I sneer as he lets out something I find to be a mix between a gorilla and a whale and pulls out his sword, and I’m honestly scared. So this is what my death is, a fat guy skewering me like a chunk of meat into nothing? No. My death is when I’m on old lady and I fall down and break my hip. 

“REGECTED!” 

I yell and I duck to the side his sword skimming a gash the length of my arm and I ignore the pain, holding up my knife and holding it sideways slicing through his neck and his eyes roll into the back of his head as he falls to the ground and I scream in victory, and nothing but pure pain and agony, but it was worth it. 

“Chloe Ice, you are the victor of the 51 Hunger Games!”