Grey Hudson

"Honestly, I am such a romantic, so I think it’s sweet!" Ryleigh smiled. "But in all reality, they both know only one person is coming out of that Arena, so it can get dangerous and most of them end up with their hearts broken."

"Let me tell you, couples that are from the same District happen in every game." Her speech was muffled from the food. "If you want a romance, why don’t you careers make out with the not-so-wealthy District people before getting blown up into a billion pieces." 

Hayden gave one of her ‘awww!!’s while Paxton leaned back in his chair with a grin, “I like this girl.” He pointed at Grey who had her face stuffed. 

"Everyone seems to like Greylie, though she doesn’t exactly love the attention." Ryleigh smiled at her friend, sipping her glass of juice.

Grey got finished with her food. “Okay, everyone does not ‘like’ me, The reason is called ‘The Hunger Games’.” She changed her facial expression from her default pokerface to her flattered smile, “but thank you.”  

"Well, they all find you interesting, that’s for sure!" Ryleigh playfuly bumped Grey’s shoulder. "And don’t pretend you don’t notice the way all those guys look at you!"

Grey playfully winked at the crowd. "Well they're just gonna have to try harder," she said in her sarcastic, seducive voice. 

"Honestly, I am such a romantic, so I think it’s sweet!" Ryleigh smiled. "But in all reality, they both know only one person is coming out of that Arena, so it can get dangerous and most of them end up with their hearts broken."

"Let me tell you, couples that are from the same District happen in every game." Her speech was muffled from the food. "If you want a romance, why don’t you careers make out with the not-so-wealthy District people before getting blown up into a billion pieces." 

Hayden gave one of her ‘awww!!’s while Paxton leaned back in his chair with a grin, “I like this girl.” He pointed at Grey who had her face stuffed. 

"Everyone seems to like Greylie, though she doesn’t exactly love the attention." Ryleigh smiled at her friend, sipping her glass of juice.

Grey got finished with her food. "Okay, everyone does not 'like' me, The reason is called 'The Hunger Games'." She changed her facial expression from her default pokerface to her flattered smile, "but thank you."  

"I’m lovely!" Said Ryleigh, giggling as she touched her free hand to her cold, red cheek. "It’s a bit chily out, though! But obviously you guys don’t have that problem; I love your sweater, Hayden!"

Ryleigh rolled her eyes, knowing that whatever Grey and Paxton were high-fiving about couldn’t have been very nice. “Shall we get on to the part where you to poke and prod through our brains for the entertainment of the people?” She asked.

"Haha, we wouldn’t do that, you are friends." Paxton gave on of his creepy smiles and patted the girls on their heads. "Alright, you caught us, what are your arena plans? The audience is dying to know!" 

"GASP! You messed up my hair," Grey joked. She went back to her monotoned voice, "I’m terribly not sorry, but we can’t reveal anything serious.” By ‘reveal anything serious’, she meant she hadn’t thought up anything yet. She looked at Ryleigh hopefully.

Ryleigh smiled at her friend, knowing they’d both had some brainstorming issues. “Well, I’ll give away a little clue, we’re planning on incorperating a lot of nature.¤ Both of the girls loved the outdors, so they’d agreed on that.

"Well, obviously there’s my gorgeous and creative co-Gamemaker over here." Ryleigh nudged Greylie’s shoulder gently. "But also the fact that these our the first games to be run by two girls, and we’re also the two youngest GMs in history, so I think this oughta be interesting!"

Grey blushed and smiled at her companion. She added, “and we’ve got the creativity of the beautiful Ryleigh Reynolds! And food, food is good.” Grey had grown hungry. 

"Honestly, I am such a romantic, so I think it’s sweet!" Ryleigh smiled. "But in all reality, they both know only one person is coming out of that Arena, so it can get dangerous and most of them end up with their hearts broken."

"Let me tell you, couples that are from the same District happen in every game." Her speech was muffled from the food. "If you want a romance, why don't you careers make out with the not-so-wealthy District people before getting blown up into a billion pieces." 

"I’m lovely!" Said Ryleigh, giggling as she touched her free hand to her cold, red cheek. "It’s a bit chily out, though! But obviously you guys don’t have that problem; I love your sweater, Hayden!"

Ryleigh rolled her eyes, knowing that whatever Grey and Paxton were high-fiving about couldn’t have been very nice. “Shall we get on to the part where you to poke and prod through our brains for the entertainment of the people?” She asked.

"Haha, we wouldn’t do that, you are friends." Paxton gave on of his creepy smiles and patted the girls on their heads. "Alright, you caught us, what are your arena plans? The audience is dying to know!" 

"GASP! You messed up my hair," Grey joked. She went back to her monotoned voice, "I’m terribly not sorry, but we can’t reveal anything serious.” By ‘reveal anything serious’, she meant she hadn’t thought up anything yet. She looked at Ryleigh hopefully.

Ryleigh smiled at her friend, knowing they’d both had some brainstorming issues. “Well, I’ll give away a little clue, we’re planning on incorperating a lot of nature.¤ Both of the girls loved the outdors, so they’d agreed on that.

"Well, obviously there’s my gorgeous and creative co-Gamemaker over here." Ryleigh nudged Greylie’s shoulder gently. "But also the fact that these our the first games to be run by two girls, and we’re also the two youngest GMs in history, so I think this oughta be interesting!"

Grey blushed and smiled at her companion. She added, “and we’ve got the creativity of the beautiful Ryleigh Reynolds! And food, food is good.” Grey had grown hungry. 

Ryleigh giggled as two stage workers brought out a table with a plate of chesse, fruits, and crackers, and a pitcher full of juice along with a bucket of ice and four glasses. “There you go, madame Greylie.” She smiled and poured everyone a glass of ice and juice.

"Oh finally food!" Grey forgot all of her mannerisms and started to eat. The audience clapped like audiences do at non-funny stuff.

"I’m lovely!" Said Ryleigh, giggling as she touched her free hand to her cold, red cheek. "It’s a bit chily out, though! But obviously you guys don’t have that problem; I love your sweater, Hayden!"

Ryleigh rolled her eyes, knowing that whatever Grey and Paxton were high-fiving about couldn’t have been very nice. “Shall we get on to the part where you to poke and prod through our brains for the entertainment of the people?” She asked.

"Haha, we wouldn’t do that, you are friends." Paxton gave on of his creepy smiles and patted the girls on their heads. "Alright, you caught us, what are your arena plans? The audience is dying to know!" 

"GASP! You messed up my hair," Grey joked. She went back to her monotoned voice, "I’m terribly not sorry, but we can’t reveal anything serious.” By ‘reveal anything serious’, she meant she hadn’t thought up anything yet. She looked at Ryleigh hopefully.

Ryleigh smiled at her friend, knowing they’d both had some brainstorming issues. “Well, I’ll give away a little clue, we’re planning on incorperating a lot of nature.¤ Both of the girls loved the outdors, so they’d agreed on that.

"Well, obviously there’s my gorgeous and creative co-Gamemaker over here." Ryleigh nudged Greylie’s shoulder gently. "But also the fact that these our the first games to be run by two girls, and we’re also the two youngest GMs in history, so I think this oughta be interesting!"

Grey blushed and smiled at her companion. She added, "and we've got the creativity of the beautiful Ryleigh Reynolds! And food, food is good." Grey had grown hungry. 

"I’m lovely!" Said Ryleigh, giggling as she touched her free hand to her cold, red cheek. "It’s a bit chily out, though! But obviously you guys don’t have that problem; I love your sweater, Hayden!"

Ryleigh rolled her eyes, knowing that whatever Grey and Paxton were high-fiving about couldn’t have been very nice. “Shall we get on to the part where you to poke and prod through our brains for the entertainment of the people?” She asked.

"Haha, we wouldn’t do that, you are friends." Paxton gave on of his creepy smiles and patted the girls on their heads. "Alright, you caught us, what are your arena plans? The audience is dying to know!" 

"GASP! You messed up my hair," Grey joked. She went back to her monotoned voice, "I'm terribly not sorry, but we can't reveal anything serious." By 'reveal anything serious', she meant she hadn't thought up anything yet. She looked at Ryleigh hopefully.

"I'm doing great," Grey answered in her low, bored voice. Inside she was half nervous, half bored, and a little bit sleepy. All night she had been making arena maps and throwing them into the bin. The only thing amusing her was the fact that she made ever shot, but when the bin was full all the way to the top, it got tiring. 

I bit my lip. She actually did make me feel a little better. I nodded my head.

"Good." I smiled and sat down. "Now, I have a little proposition to make both of us feel better.”

"Yeah?" I squealed. 

I bit my lip. She actually did make me feel a little better. I nodded my head.

I’ll go on omegle later on and try and force people to join :)

I love how you said 'force'!! I'd love you if you did that! 

ryleigh-reynolds:

My eyes were red and my face was probably puffy. All tried to reply but all I could do was stutter my words. 

I sobbed, “it was my fault! It was all my fault!” The helped but it didn’t block out all of the pain. 

"No, no it wasn’t." I stroked her hair gently. "Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay."

"It had to be, I was mad that them before they all died!! I-I-I didn’t put out my cigarette properly! Or-or the fireplace! Or-or—" I tried everything to blame myself. 

"No, shh…" I whispered, hugging her close. "It wasn’t your fault, Greylie."

"We had a huge fight before it happened. It had to be my fault! I-I didn’t even say goodbye!” 

"Hey, it’s not your fault." I insisted. "They know you love them. They’re up in Heaven watching you now."

"What kind of daughter would have her last words to her family be 'I hate you'?! If it weren't for me they'd be down here and not dead," I squealed.