The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

District Eleven Female: Axela Woodnickle

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

Name: Axela Woodnickle

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Female

District: Eleven

Physical Description:  Axela has dark brown hair coupled with chocolate brown eyes. She is an  average height for her age with strong muscles from work cutting down  trees.

Personality: Axela is  very sweet, caring, and sensitive on the inside but she hides behind her  emotionless mask. To everyone else she appears to be cold, emotionless,  and as hard as steel. She is very determined and will never, ever, stop  fighting to survive.

Craft: She works with her parents, cutting down trees for lumber.

Weapon of Choice: A throwing axe.

Token: A golden locket  is her token. What is special about this locket is that it originally  belonged to Axela, but Axela gave it to her sister Alaina for Alaina to  use as her token in the arena. Axela got the locket back after Alaina's  death.

Backstory: When Axela  was twelve, the odds were not in her favor and her name was picked from  the reaping ball. Axela's older sister Alaina, sixteen at the time,  volunteered to take Axela's place. In the arena, Alaina fell in love  with her district partner. However, she died in the final four when she  fell into a river and drowned. Alaina's district partner then proceeded  to win the Games but to this day Axela has blamed him for her sisters  death because she thinks he should have saved Alaina. Ironically, he's  the one who ended up being her mentor when she got reaped. Axela's  parents are very protective of her because they don't want to lose her  the way they lost Alaina and she will do anything to get back home to  them.

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Axela Woodnickle: District Seven

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The black dress hugs my  legs as I walk to my designated area for the reaping. Most do not wear  black for the reaping, but I do. I've worn mourning clothes to the  reaping ever since after I was twelve...

Before I can stop it, once again I'm plunged into the memory of another time.

"Axela Woodnickle." I  could feel my legs turn into icicles. The blood drained from my face  faster than the sap from a maple tree. I felt faint. The stage felt a  mile away.

Twelve year olds never stood a chance in the Games. I would probably die within minutes of the opening gong.

Right before I ascended the staircase my sister screamed, "AXE! AXE!"

I hesitated, mainly because my legs felt too weak to walk up three steps.

I expected to not stand a  chance in the arena. I expected to be overlooked. I expected to die.  The one thing I never expected was Alaina volunteering.

Reaping day and when the  Hunger Games are going on is the hardest time. Normally the memories  are bad enough, but during this month I can't help the flashbacks. I  have to remind myself repeatedly that I am almost nothing like the girl  in the flashback.

The twelve year old girl  whose name was called four years ago was dependent on her big sister. I  depend on no one. That girl was weak; hard work to make up for the loss  of my sister has made me strong. The girl whose place Alaina took was  scared of killing; I would do whatever it took to survive.

"Welcome, welcome," The  escort squeals in an annoyingly perky fashion. She goes through the  usual speech about Panem. I can't wait for this to be over, knowing my  parents won't be able to breathe easily until it's over.

Finally, Seven's escort  says, "Now for you female tribute." She puts her hand in the reaping  ball and I don't bother to wish for my safety.

All of Seven holds their  breath as the escort slowly unravels the slip of paper. With a bright  voice she announces, "Axela Woodnickle."

Not again.