The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

District Three Female: Cora-Goso Ordan

"I always  love to see new tributes join us... We never know what they'll be like,  or what they've got up their sleeves." -Fillius Ravenscar

Name: Cora-Goso Ordan

Age: 15

Gender: Female

District: 3

Physical Description:  Cora non muscular with blonde medium length hair and ocean blue eyes.  She is short for her age and constantly call midget.

Personality: Cora is  extremely smart, so much so that the Capitol put her in charge or  creating new electronics for the Capitol population, along with weapons.  She is generally unfriendly, if you cross her your better watch your  back, but on the inside under her hard shell, shes extremely nice.

Craft: Creating and designing electronics and weapons for the Capitol

Weapon of choice: Anything she can make a circuit out of.

Token: A single  hair-tie, it was her first invention, no matter how much she stretches  it, it won't break, is totally clear and grows in length so it can sit  comfortably on her wrist.

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Cora-Goso Ordan: District Three

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I look up to my mom after tugging on her pant leg.

"What is it Cora-Goso?" Mom looked down at me and I simply pointed to the doorway.

"Look!" If you looked at  just the right angle, you could see the force field, the shimmering  veil protecting our house. Mom went towards it to further inspect it,  she reached he hand out as if she was about to touch it.

"NO!" I yelled. She lowered he hand.

"What is that  Cora-Goso?" I knew exactly what it was, a security blanket, so that what  happens to the kids on the projectors doesn't happen to us. Not that I  was capable of saying that. Mom just nodded and went back to gathering  our scraps for dinner.

When I awoke the next  morning it was to shouts of protest. I crept down the hall to see what  was happening. Five of the big men in white uniforms where there, along  with a sinister looking man in a pressed suit. The man looked my  direction and nodded to his men. They came towards me and picked me up  by my upper arms and thrashing legs.

look up to my mom after tugging on her pant leg.

"What is it Cora-Goso?" Mom looked down at me and I simply pointed to the doorway.

"Look!" If you looked at  just the right angle, you could see the force field, the shimmering  veil protecting our house. Mom went towards it to further inspect it,  she reached he hand out as if she was about to touch it.

"NO!" I yelled. She lowered he hand.

"What is that  Cora-Goso?" I knew exactly what it was, a security blanket, so that what  happens to the kids on the projectors doesn't happen to us. Not that I  was capable of saying that. Mom just nodded and went back to gathering  our scraps for dinner.

When I awoke the next  morning it was to shouts of protest. I crept down the hall to see what  was happening. Five of the big men in white uniforms where there, along  with a sinister looking man in a pressed suit. The man looked my  direction and nodded to his men. They came towards me and picked me up  by my upper arms and thrashing legs.

"MOMMY!!! DADDY!!!!" I  screamed at them, my Mom crying into my Dad's shoulder and Dad trying to  keep from crying. Violent screams erupted from me for as long as I  could think, tears streaking my face. I screamed past the house, down  the road, I screamed and screamed until they drugged me and I was put to  sleep.

The next time I woke up  it was in an all-white room, they told me where I was, and that I was to  design weapons for them, starting with the force field, which they  would use in the Games, they couldn't have tributes escape again. I  simply nodded.

Ever since that day the  only words I am able to say are look, no, Mommy and Daddy. I can't even  say my own name. My vocal cords are sealed in the 24 hours before I lost  my parents, my ears on an endless scream track.

I'm not surprised when  I'm reaped. It was bound to happen sooner or later, even though I'm the  Capitol's secret weapon, I'm expendable, we all are. They probably also  think I could be some pretty good entertainment, they've watched me grow  up they know what I'm capable of.

Dows, 3's escort asks my  name, I just poke the male tribute and he says it for me. Everyone  thinks I'm crazy, but they know better than to bug me, messing with the  Capitol's personal weapons person isn't smart.

As me and my fellow  tribute step on the train I think of something my Dad told me when I was  little; 'Cora-Goso, it means bravery in an ancient language, it's a big  name to live up to, but always remember Cora, bravery isn't something  we are born with, we create it within ourselves, in times of desperate  need our true self comes forth, our bravest, strongest, smartest self.'