User blog:The Boy With The Pikachu Tattoo/The 625th Hunger Games (2nd)

Welcome and Rules
So this is the 2nd part of my 625th Hunger Games saga, basically as the 625th Hunger Games would be the 25th Quell, I decided to make it slightly special. Basically every quarter of the year, a quarter of the way through, half, 3 quarters and the end of the year. Basically then the 1st one was a normal game, and the remaining 3 are all normal quells. So this one is going to be the most plain of the 3. I suggest reading or skimming the 1st of the 4 so you can get a general idea, as there will be a few references.

http://thehungergames.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:The_Boy_With_The_Pikachu_Tattoo/The_625th_Hunger_Games_%281st%29

So yeh, these are a quell. Now which games to do. Let me think....Hmmm. Well I have an idea. Basically 2 tributes will be paired up. Then when they enter the arena, they must ally. Spending the rest of the games together. But more on that later.

Now onto the rules. These are to warn you, and make it simpler for you, and for me. Please read these first as these can be important.
 * 1) Well I am having 1 tribute per person, and I dont care how long it takes. I will get them.
 * 2) This is simple, it will be a full game so I need escorts for each district, stylists and designs and mentors. They will help throughout, and will play a main role.
 * 3) I do swear, not much.....O.O....but a little, I mean who doesnt.
 * 4) Other than that there isnt much other than welcome, and I hope you enjoy these games.

Tributes
I have basic standards. All I want is a name, an age and single weapon. Simple.

Stylists
Again, Im only doing Chariots so just interview styles, age and name please.

Escorts
Basically just a lovely name, age and how they look. Make sure its creative.

Mentors
So great name, age and how they want there tributes to work in the arena. This is the most important thing. As the tributes will sort of follow it.

Breeze Frost
Age: 28

How she interviews: Contary to her name, she is a warm bubbly person, who flirts with most of the tributes, but is friendly to all. She helps the tributes gets their POVs across. She does not like tributes who are rude or unfriendly, and if she encounters one, she manipulates the interview, so thaat those tributes are made a fool of on live TV. She also enjoys playing the occasional prank on the cocky tributes.

Apperance: Ice blue eyes, blue hair which looks windswept, pale skin, quite petite, thin.

The Arena
Special thanks to Leapkit to creating the map, and well the whole arena.

In the North you have the Poison Cove, the water is clear, but what is in it is not. The series of mutts, each with a relation to poison, swirl in a void with the other poisonous fish. Just about it, you have the Isle, a simple place. Hard to reach, but once you do you are rewarded. There is lucious plants, with fruit flowing from the trees. Glorious springs full of water with a healing property. Down the south you have the blazing desert, heats reaching 90 Degrees Celcius, it is almost impossible to survive in this heat, even with water. Just next to it is the poison meadow, a series of plants, each spewing poison. That if breathed in will cause instant sickness, and if not treated death. Each has a different cure, and when combined even more cures are needed. And they only place that you can find these are in the Mutt forest, just above the Meadow. This is a place, with multiple plants, each to cure another one of the poisons from the meadow. Though each is guarded by a group of mutts, each more vicious than the last. The final location is the sand dunes, not the most exciting place. But things, good or bad, can be found beneath the surface, if only truly to be searched for.

The cornucopia is just above the desert, it is a normal cornucopia, other than the fact it is out in the water. And the tributes will have to swim to reach the supplies. Some may run, with the only escape option being the desert, then onto the mutt forest. There will be basic supplies floating in the water, just bags of food and water, while on the small island there is a selection of weapons, and supplies. With much more food, and water. In bigger containers.

District 0 - Phrixos Bacchus's POV
I raise my foot out of the 3 feet deep snow, cold and depressing. The perrfect weather for reaping day. I love the snow usually, as here it is well......its the same as everyday. Snow this, snow that. But today.....it well is different. Instead of taking somethings beauty then enhancing it. It takes it and drowns it. Masking it with a cold barrier. I had spent 16 years of my life here, 16 long years. The cold infecting my everyday. And I love it. If I entered the games I would miss it, I never thought I would say it. But I would miss my home. And my family.

As I enter the square the snow begins to dull down. To a sprinkle, lightly tossing a layer over the pale white faces, the scared faces. Thousands upon thousands. District 0 was the largest district in size, though not population. We werent even half of district 11. We werent half of anywhere. Well District 14 is half of us. But they are over in what remains of Hawaii, the water raised, killing most of their land. We just got the cold.

After 20 minutes in the brisk chill, a glittering ball blinds us. Well not litterally a ball, but the escort. As usual she wears the flowing gown, covered in tiny diamonds. You really cant see her face through the blinding shine, and the heavy snow. But you can hear her voice. The soft tone, that pierces the ear without making it hurt. That carries through the blistering wind. Almost melodic, floating on the wind. Calling my towards her, like she is muttering my name. Wait. She is saying my name. I dont realise at first but then it strikes me, I have been reaped. Sudden realisation strikes me, pain surges through my vains. I was reaped. I try to revolt but my legs fight me, taking almost bounds through the 5 feet snow. Up the steps. To see her face. Smooth like her voice, but her eyes. They dig through my soal, and I can feel the pain leave. Replaced by a surge of power. Those make me want to smash her head in. I cant take my eyes of them, we wander into the building. Followed swiftly my Sevana. No 2nd name. Just Sevana. One step after another. I cant do this. I can do this. 32 tributes......wont be that hard. Will it?

District 1 - Jade Seeku's POV
I can do this. Or can I. God damn this is hard, it was my final reapings. And basically I had wimped out for the past, never wanting to give my life away. But now the pressure was to much. I needed to be in the games. Or I would be forced into disgrace. But was my life really worth sacraficing, just for a few years without teasing. A few years I may not have if I enter the arena. Careers tend to be highly sought after by the other tributes, mainly to kill. But some to ally. And I was going to be a career if I entered the arena. This was the 2nd games this year, less than 3 months ago I was here. I was facing the same problem. If I wimp out now I may have 2 more chances. Emphasis on the may. We have no idea what will be happening in 3 months. District 1 may not even be in the games. Districts 0, 13 and 14, and the Capitol werent in the games where Misty won. We have no clue. Well do we ever have a clue when it comes to the games.

The answer is no. I cant do this. I break through the crowd, my sister slowly walking up the steps. No no no. She was only 12. I grab her arm and turn her to face me. Her soft blonde hair, framing her beautiful elegant soft blue eyes. Tear tracks embedding over her cheeks. A small quiver on her lip, a slight shake in her step. Everyone knows what Im trying to say, but the words never actually leave my lips. She walks to face me, then disappears into the crowd, as I take my first step. 2nd.....3rd. The slow creak as it bends slightly. Then I take my step onto the stage. A small beckoning hand of our escort, with her bright Pink Hair, Jennel has been our escort for 2 years now. As common as a face as me.

Lux Gold joins me, his hair flowing down. His smile glazing through the square. A typical posh boy, from the centre of District 1. A guy everyone wants to have, but no one does. Well I guess one girl does, but that girl is the girl all guys want to have. Well anyways, only no one would be wanting him from now on, as only one person can come home. And it was definately not going to be him.....as well. The chances are so small, and he is a career. And Im sure someone will take him out.

District 2 - Drake Morden's POV
The pain is well...non-existant. But my returning punch hurts a hell of a lot, and I can tell by the swift crunch of his nose breaking. I could do this. My foot cracks into his face, before he finally waves his white flag. I grab his hand, and help him clamber to his feet. Another easy win, and my ticket to the games. This was the fight, the fight to volunteer. Technically it has no real meaning, but basically the person to win the fighting tournament, well wins the right to volunteer. Its the same for the female spot, so it is pretty cool that I just fucking won. Everyone in 2 knows, if you win this. No one other than you will be volunteering.

Well here we were, I scan the crowd. Looking for the face of the girl who would be joining me, Jillian-anne Forsythe, we had all been told it. And we werent suprised. The last years she had refused it, and apparently now she wanted in. Amythyst rests on the stage, rambling on about stuff that no one cares about. No one has for about 625 games. Which means they have never cared about them. Haha, seems fit. Her purple hair bounces about, clashing with her outfit completely. But I dont care, a boys name is called. Cobalt something but I dont care. I stroll to the base of the steps and waddle up, taking my plan. Seconds later a 2nd name is called, Metallix Gleam but she is instantly replaced by Jillian-anne. We share one kurt nod, then shake hands before dissapearing into the old building.

It is as grand as can be, plush leather couches. Coated in velvet. Books lining all the walls, from here to the ceiling. I dont stay long though, anyone who wants to come in is turned away. I want to be alone, and after an hour I am lead out to the train. Which is no change. Well, it is even more plush. It has struck me though, and struck me hard. That I will never see District 2 again, I walk to window but to late, I catch sight of black rock. No last sight. I was gone. And I didnt give a fuck, as I was in the games. I was going somewhere where people were made, where people were like I wanted to be.

District 3 - Tori Kate's POV
I crash through the crowd, trying to locate my friends. They had all bounded ahead, and well left me behind. As usual. The same thing happened every year, for the past 4 years. I had lost them, and then one of them is reaped. Our group has been terrible, each year....one of us. Last year Alice. Well not even last year, about 3 months ago it was Alice. And before that was Sian. And then Valkary before that. This year, I wanted to be with them. I wanted to comfort them. I dont care who I shove, but I slowly break through the crowd. Pushing and shoving, but no one complains. They probably think I want to see a sister or brother, just for the last time. And maybe they would be right about one of those.

I finally find them, the first time ever I will actually spend the reaping with my friends. I slowly walk over, the now small group. Only 5 of us. And with 5 more games to go in our reapings, we could all be in the games. All 5 of us, then what would be left of our friend group. That showed it ever existed. But lets just hope this year breaks the trend, and none of us have to make our way up to the stage. I break into the group, and place my arms on Zaffira's shoulders. That is when she enters the stage.....the bitch.

Aurora Rhea. The girl who had taken by best friends away from me. Her jet black, straight hair flows down to her shoulders. The green interwines with the black, like the snakes who rest in the forest around here. Her eyes glare down on all of us, her black tights frame her legs. Making them look pudgy. Her pale green dress just highlights the image of her being a snake, and her bare face seals the fact. She is a snake. And her arms slither into the bowl, plucking 2 names from the bowl, as in striking. Grabbing her prey. Confirming the fate of two names. And then she utters them slowly, and softly. So we can just hear. But I wish we hadnt heard at all.

"Ares Jones, and Tori Kate"

District 4 - Cain Levenhire's POV
Why did it have to be here, such a painful place. The usual beauty marred by the reapings. As if the capitol wants to knock our District. By placing the most painful account of the year, in the place that shows the whole of Panem that we are District 4. And I have to watch it, as I climb the steps. Taking my place next to Natalie, Natalie Brine and Cain Levenhire. This years tributes. Isnt that just fucking fantastic. Why had I put my hand in the air, to give away my life. Just to do a family proud, a family I would never see again. Now I was standing next to a blonde bombshell, and I felt nothing. I guess today was truly a day for realising things. I realised that volunteering for the games wasnt the best thing, and that maybe. Just maybe. I wasnt who I truly tought I was. Maybe I was....no. I cant think like that. I have to focus. I need to win.

We are lead down a thin corridor, District 4 was the only District to have there Justice Building underwater. Out at see. Only ascessible through this corridor. And I got to walk through it. The walls are coated in glass, allowing us to see everything. Like we were truly underwater. Where, personally I feel safest. Clouded in something that makes us feel happy, thats the place I want to be. Essaleena walks two meters ahead of us, her soft purple hair bouncing on her shoulders, babling on about the capitol. But all I care about is seaping up all the life I can, before I leave this place, possibly forever.

I rest my ass on the plush blue cushions. The walls here, also covered from top to bottom in glass. Viewing on the scene of a shark tearing a helpless dolphin head to limb. And I didnt care. The door still swings back and forth from when my parents rushed out, forced by the helpless peacekeepers. Last time I ever saw them, last time I saw anyone I cared about. Well.....unless the impossible happens. The thing I never really though could happen, unless I, Cain Levenhire, win the Hunger Games.

District 5 - Dysterin Braine's POV
I brush off the bottom of my skirt, before placing on my simple pink shoes. Nothing to extreme. My hair is tied back in a ponytail, and my blue silk dress flows to my knees, they may clash slightly but its the nicest stuff I have. And I dont care, to me it shows I dont care. I dont care about anything. Especially the reapings, its something I consider non important. For now its not but a blip on my radar. Even if it was in less than 30 minutes.

I rush down the streets, followed by my sister and my younger brother. 12....to him this was the most important thing. But this was my 4th reaping. I did not care at all, I push through the line, never letting go of my brothers hand. My sister dissapearing into the bustling throng. Swallowed into the mass of people. But she was fine, at one year younger than me. This was her 3rd, I was sure she could handle it alone. I needed to focus on my brother, I lead him slowly to his area, all the other brothers, sons and cousins waiting. Waiting for the reaping to begin, and I hug him. Holding tight. Not wanting to let go. I whisper ten words into his year.

"You, mum, dad and Julia will be all home tonight"

I let his hand fall to his waste, his smile faltering. A tear dissapearing from his eye, and making its way off his face. He will be ok. I can tell. I make my way to my section, meeting with my sister, time to comfort her, and I say the same ten words to her, and yet again she smiles. But to her it would be more true. I face the front, as Peaches Melody enters the stage, the barbie doll of all the escorts. And suprisingly thats is where her job ends, as two screeches come, two volunteers. And I know them both. Thias Feyuz, my best friend. But the females is even more familiar, as its me.

District 6 - Asphalt Steed's POV
I tear round the streets, only one word coming to my mind. Shit. Well it is joined by another. Fuck. The reaping is in 3 minutes, and I am just under a mile from the square. And if I dont make it, well it wont be the first time I am in jail. Luckily for me, I am very fast, and there is no uphill struggles on the way. As if I could make it there without my speed, or if it was uphill. The streets are luckily straight, so well I can see where I am going. And no accidents....well the streets are empty, so there was no chance in crashing with anyone ages. I take a quick look to my watch, before pouring on the heat even more. 2 minutes. 1 minute and 30 seconds. 1 minute. I know I can make it, I made it last year from this point. But the thing is, what will be there when I arive.

I quickly push through the crowd, just in time to see Nikki Kaina gain her place on the stage, and call the first name, the female name. "Sylvia Churchill". I dont know her, but it still hurts to hear a girls name called, a girl who I would now only ever see on the screen of my TV. I begin to pant, but not even my loud and continuous breaths can block out the cries of the people who cared for Sylvia, and it pains me inside. Though they begin to die down after 3 minutes. And the males in the crowd begin to tense. It was our turn. "Asphalt Steed". Throughout the crowd the tension drops, but on the exact spot I rest on, just gets tenser.

One step....and I think. If I hadnt rushed. If I had tripped. If anything had slowed me down. Or even stopped me. And I wouldnt be entering the arena. Silence echoes across the school. A chorus of thundering silence. No cries for me. As all the people I love are gone. The slow groan from my stomach is all I hear. I meet the eyes of Sylvia, tears in hers. And probably in mine too. I mean I thought the next time I saw her would be on TV, but in reality it would be on our floor. Or even in the arena. As I was going there. Crap, crap, crap. At the beginning of today only 2 words entered my mind. While now 4 words control it.

I'm Going To Die

District 7 - Ranger Sage's POV
My palms are coated in sweat, causing them to slip straight off of whaever I touch. I try to grasp my sisters hand, but I cant grasp it tight enough. My arm just mags limp at my side, flowing from side to side. I dont know what to do, so I just turn my attention back to the stage, where Sophianna Elks stands proud, babling on about some stuff that no one cares about. I really dont care, and hope she skips ahead. Just tells reaps the names already. I try to focus on the small details, such as the green stripe in her hair, or the detail on the satin red dress she wears, or her deep tanned skin, but nothing makes the droning speech any second longer, boring, boring, boring. Then she stops, the butterflies in my stomach die. As I stare up to the face of our escort, as she dips her dainty hand into the bowl. Retrieving. The. First. Name.

It was me.......my hand grasps my sister as I turn her to face me, the tears flow down her face but all I do is hug her. Tighter than I ever have. I whisper comfort into her ears, but none of it seeps in. I let her go, sending her fleeing out of sight. Out of my life. I take my first step, crunching a small plant, taking its life. This pushes me to move, I couldnt wait. I needed to finish this. So my parents could forget me. Move on. Focus on my sister, she needs it. I ascend the steps, and take my rightful place. Just in time for the male tribute to be reaped.

"Rafferty Birch"

I stare into the crowd, and focus on a tall, muscular boy, almost a man. Comparing him to me, I am obsulete. I am weak. I follow his progress through the crowd, slowly but impresively, with each step feels like he is screaming confidence. And all I can say is, I wish I was him.

District 8 - Dexter Howe's POV
I toss my small red stone from hand to hand, my token if I ever get reaped. Just incase. Its always better to be prepared, as in this world you never know what may happen. My heart thuds as I walk slowly, the line moving at a snails pace. I can see Nylon perparing on stage, sorting all his stuff. His eyepatch drawing my eye, despite having seen it for the past 6 reapings. This would be my last, and if I could make it through today, I would be free. Free to live my life, and I cant wait.

My dreams are cut short, the smile on my face creeps off. I see Mystique standing proud, not a tear clears her face. Now that is a strong girl. But no ones eyes are on hers, they are on mine. My leg shakes, causing me to take steps at a slow pace. Every step just forces me to think of something I wont have now. That I will live without. And it kills me inside. That I will never get to have kids, that I will never get to see my sister get married, that I will never be able to see my dad come out of his coma. My life was gone, my life had ended. I take my place on the stage, no tears on my face either. I place my hand in Mystiques and give it a gentle squeeze. To show a pairing of tributes, not caring that we are entering the arena together. Not caring what others think. We are the tributes from 8. Not the most serious District, not the strongest. But we have power. As with our weakness, with any weakness, comes strength. Comes a feel of community. And that is what we have in 8. I have never seen Mystique before now, but I actually feel like we have known eachother forever. I drop her hand as we are lead into the back of the justic building, split into two rooms. To see our loved ones for the last time, and I dont care. As now I have realised. I will never be gone. As in 8 we remember the dead. I could name all the tributes, I knew that less than 3 months ago, at this exact time Foxlip and Amy would be getting on the train. As they will never be forgotten. But the thing is......will I.

District 9 - Silver Evan's POV
I stand on the edge of the square, hidden by the shadows. I can see all the kids, all the kids who made my life a living hell. And I was back.....I pull my hood low, my cloak around my shoulders and dissapear into the bustling mob. I keep my head low, keeping reserved. I force my way in, shouldering people, but no one notices me. Guess they forgot me. It has been almost a year. I was old news.....but I was back. I stare blankly up at the stage, my eyes focused on our escort. I do recognise her, Harrissa Claira Arizea, the common drug addict. Her make-up is lop sided, and her dress hangs of her skeleton. Her yellow skin hangs there, almost falling off her body. I may look different, but she looks 100 times worse.

I fight my way to near the front. 3 kids stand ahead, whereas thousnads behind me. I stare up, as she dips her hand deep into the glass teardrops. Retreaving two slips of paper....with two names on them. One could be mine....before I left I had 19 slips in the bowl. All of them would still be in. And one of them, may be in her hand. I draw back my hood, the gasps of people around me are non-existent, they are all focussed on the person reading the male name.

"CALEB STOLL"

I do not know him, wait....I do. Its one of the faces I see everynight. My feet begin to walk, as I know my name is coming. I hit the top step, just as the melodic voice calls me forth. Now they see me. The gasps are back. As usual. I can see the fear in Calebs face, he knows I have the upperhand, he knows without his gang he is nothing. And all I can say, is there will not be one part of my body holding me back, stopping me from ripping him limb to limb. All I can say....is it is on.

District 10 - Hadix Maven's POV
I slowly push through the crowd, the fact I do not know half of these people does not make it any better. Having to share this day with them. Having to see one of them burst into tears, before leaving this District. About 99% of them will never come back. Great. Well, there is an even smaller chance that I get reaped today. I am not that good at maths, but around 99.99999% percent chance of it not being me. I am liking those odds. I rest my foot in a small rock, and bend down to tie the lace. It had been annoying me since I left my home, and I could not be bothered tying it back then. When I rist our 'pretty' escort had entered the stage.

Aqualia Antonion, she had been our escort for the past 8 years. Everyone knew she wanted to leave, but everyone knew she had no chance. She was one of the worst escorts ever, everyone hated her. She had long indigo hair, that flowed right down to her knees. Her scale dress, obviously she put it on incase she got District 4, look like the cheap pearls you get out of the machines. And her eyelashes. Some may say her dress is the most idiotic thing, others amy think the hair looks terrible, but compared to her eyelashes. The rest just looks plain normal. They are each coated in small green scales. Despite the fact they clash with the rest of the colours, they just look non earthlike. Its just creepy.....but not as creepy as the fact everyone is staring directly at me.

I can feel the peacekeepers arms dragging me towards the stage. Shoving me into everyones eyes. Atleast I am not cliche, I dont cry. I dont struggle. I just laugh, as now I have seen the girl standing next to me. Aliya Andropov. My face is a pale red, as I just keep laughing. She was the biggest dork in school, always spent her time focussing on history. She had no friends, just was the loner. Weak and a wimp. No one really knows her though. She spends a lot of time in the forest....rumours. Rumours that have me shitting my pants right now.

District 11 - Pinna Freitas's POV
My face feels so heavy. Tears pouring down my face. I can not do it. I place them in my hands, before dissapearing from the sobbing eyes of my family. We had not spoken a word since they entered my chamber. Next door Ames Viner would probably be talking his ass off, he was the one who vonlunteered. I was reaped. I cant face them. How would they live. I was the only one who brought in any money. They needed me. My parents....oh my god my parents. My mum was already pregnant. Child number 10. This was horrible. With my two older sisters now off with families of their own. How could I leave....just how.

I finally decide to face them. Retrieving my hands from the darkness. Turning to face my family. My two brothers, and my eight sisters. My parents have already gone, with this many kids they couldnt waste time sobbing for one kid. They needed to focus on briging in the money for the others. They need to be safe. I can not bear to open my mouth, so we all just sit there. Staring at our feet. I place my hand in Bayleafs, she was only 3. And I would never get to see her grow up. I would not get to lead them through the reapings. How could I leave them. I am about to open my mouth when the peacekeepers come in. Taking them from me. And I do nothing. Nothing at all.....

I fight through the crowd of the flashing cameras, trying to get to the train. I cant bear to see my family again, so I try to get through as fast as I can. I lost Ames and Esperline ages ago. Her luminous green hair just annoyed me. Now I have to deal with that for each of the days I am not in the arena. And Ames.....he is just so flippin cocky. everything he talks about somehow revolves around how amazng he is. When I talk about mssing my family, he breaks into a meadly of all his families victors. When I say how ugly he looks, he begins to laugh about how he once broke a mirror with a single strike of the hand. Its not that hard. I mean, I break through the door within seconds. And this is made of steel.

District 12 - Armstrong Shadow's POV
I lay my hand on the girls shoulder, she is so young. Only 13....atleast when my life was being torn away from me, I was 18. There was 5 years difference. Thats more than a third of her life. I just can not believe it. At that age I hadnt even left the District. And this girl was alone...with no family. Just a guy who probably terrified the fuck out of her, and an escort who had long black gothic hair, and was even more scary than the guy. And I was the guy. I leave her in her compartment to cry, while I explore the train. It is atleast 10 times size of my house, probably 20. Full of everything I could think of. There were plush bedrooms, atleast 20 of them. Despite only Ravenna, Piper, our mentors and I currently being on board. Well there was the staff, but there was a section for them right at the end.

I rest myself on a small plush set of green silk chairs. Flicking on the television. Watching as the kids get reaped. The careers look strong as usual, but still like kids. Despite most of them being volunteeres, I bet most of them are younger than me. I do have the age advantage to say the least. Something Piper doesnt. I do not see many tributes that could be 12....maybe one of two. But most look 15, 16 or 17. Not a very wide range, but it is more likely for a 18 year old to be reaped than a 12 year old. We have so much more tesserae. Once our faces are shown I instantly turn the television off. I can not bare to watch that pain again. I just cant....

I am awoken by Piper's face. Her eyes are still red and swollen, but no more salty tears flow down her cheek. Though there is clear tracks as to where the tears fell, destroying the black coal dust soaking her face in a slight black glow. I sit up, and she smiles, I can see behind her and our mentors. Both brimming with glee. This is when Piper speaks the first words I have heard out of her mouth.

"They have a plan"

District 13 - Plasma Periman's POV
I spent 2 hours on fixing my hair....2 fucking hours. And apparetly it was not allowed. I stare back at the peacekeeper, the same one who cut it all off. Making me.....making me look....making me look....normal. For the first time in my life I was the same as everyone else. But that would all change. As by the end of today I would not be like anyone else. I am Plasma. I turn into the cavern that had been assigned for the reapings. It is already half full, I squeeze to the front, knowing it would be much easier to fit through now, rather than later. When I would have to be touched by the others normalness. Contaminating me. I am not normal.

Someone who I highly respect is Elector Fentzism, he is in no way normal. He is wearing a tight top, showing his chiseled muscles, and coal dust trousers. A mockingjay tattoo is on his shoulder, showing he is his own person. No one else would dare put that in plain sight. But no one would mess with Electro. He is a rolemodel for most people in 13. And one of the few male rolemodels. I reach the barrier, just infront of the small sections where Electro and our mentors stand. Woops, did I say our. I wait for two more seconds, before Levi pushes through. We had been friends for almost 5 years now, and today was our day.

"We Volunteer", Levi and I boom, perfectly in time. The names had not even been called but I did not care. We leap over the barrier, joining our rolemodel on stage, our mentors instantly disspear into the Justice Building, but Electro asks our name. We reply before joining our mentors. It wasnt much of a Justice Building, but it was the sort of leap to the actual Justice Building. We have to climb around 300 steps before we enter our rooms, strangely our parents are already waiting for us, all beaming. And I knew why. As now I was not normal, I was Plasma Periman, the future victor of the Hunger Games.

District 14 - Jeral Salvio's POV
The amazing District 14.....and I will never see it again. My feet keep moving at a rapid space, I leap onto the stage just as my brother is about to leave my sight. I yell, calling him back. I just manage to grab his arm before the door swings shut, jamming my foot in between. I can hear mutters from the crowd. I bet half of them will just be trying to escape, the other half wanting to know the drama. I pull him out, letting the escort and Kailani Kama out aswell, I whisper in Viola's ear, telling her my circumstance. I walk out onto the stage, both of them follow me out, my brother standing in the doorway not knowing what to do, but then he runs to my side, hugging me tight.

"Well...well..well, turns out we have a little twist" Our escort booms, drawing the attention of everyone.

She turns to me, her eyebrows raised. "I guess I need to say this, I am volunteering for my brother. And I am Jeral Salvio" After saying this, I dissapear into the hall. Leaving my brother out alone. I hope my mother will take him, as I do not want him standing alone. In front of all these people. I do not bother with the rooms, and I just tear straight through. Luckily with this delay the cars are already here, I grab the door open, then slide inside. Kailani and Viola follow me swiftly, I guess they do not care about seeing family members, with one tap on the door we are off, I hope with the time we have saved the reporters wont be there yet. And luckily I am correct. We manage to get onto the train before anyone appears. And are off within seconds. We are led into a small room, filled with chairs, and tables. It reminds me of my own livingroom, now around 10 miles away. And I just cant bare it. To think of my family, just with eachother. Thinking about me. I think I have a chance, but do they have the same faith in me. I storm out the room, running right to the end. I just make it to the end, a glass covered room, allowing me to see all of 14, before my city dissapears. And I am truly alone.

Capitol - Alodia Rickel's POV
Why did the Capitol have to have its reaping the day after everyone elses......well I know that. Since we dont have to get in the train, well we can wait. I guess it gives the tributes from the Capitol an extra day with there families. I spent mine shopping with my mum.....ahhh good times. Anyways, the Capitol has one of the highest victor rates so we will probably win anyways. I move into the street, following the flow of people heading to the main square. I can see my friends, but as my mum has said so many times. Reaping day is for family. I grab my sisters hand and pull her into the fray. Away from my parents.

Once I am out of their sight, I ditch her. Dumping her with a couple of girls her age, searching for my friends. They are the ones I want to spend my day with. For the first couple of minutes we gab on about clothes, and boys. But after I while it slowly dies down. We stand there akwardly, not knowing what to do. Waiting for the escort. Maybe this day is a day for sadness. But that idea is flung from my head when Tattiana bounds onto the stage. Singing about something, dancing for no reason. I bet they have kids, I bet their kids are in this crowd. I bet its an act. But they are payed to act dramatic. To excite the crowd. I bet that they will not care if anyone else is reaped. But I bet they will if their own kids are.

I am reaped.......I am sure it was my name. I know I was not focussing directly. But I know it was me. Well my friends also guess it. They are struggling, struggling to get out the way. I admit I was sad when the guy all the kids in my school fancy was reaped, Orlando. But this...it was my life. This was more important. I was more important. My feet lead me onto the stage. And only one thought pumps through my head. And when I reach the stage I let it spill. Screaming it through the skies.

"WHY ME"

Lucelia's POV
The day was here, the Chariots. Yesterday all the talk was about the reapings, and now today the Chariots were all the buzz. I stare onto the road, that in less than 10 minutes would be filled with Chariots. Each containing two tributes. From each District....and well here. I can only remember a few, the strongest. Only 3 really stick out though, the boy from 12, Armstrong Shadows, the 4 female, Natalie Brine, and the 1 male. Lux Gold. I really cant wait to see each one of them. The chariots always amaze me. Each year amazing costumes, drawing the eyes of everyone, allowing us to see the tributes in a positive glow. I take a glance from the program, just in time to see the first Chariot role out. District 0.

District 0
A jet white chariot flows out of the tunnel. A trail of white smoke behind it. Glorious in the glittering lights. On the chariot the tributes are wearing stars. Well that is what it looks like. Each are shaped like the constillations we see in the sky. Stunning. Sevana's gown glows as she waves from left to right. A small diamond headress masks her beauty, but other than that she is stunning. As for Phrixos, he is wearing suit, again covered from head to toe in diamonds. And in his hand he has a torch, once he holds it up high, it shoots out streams, projecting stars into the sky. Amazing.

District 1
District 1 flows out, coated with gems it strolls out. The costume is normal, a black cape, with a sapphire crown. Nice. But the tributes are the main idea here. Jade looks amazing, her long glistening blonde hair has been straightened out, entangled with red strands. She has a ruby tiara, amazingly beautiful. The chariot almost pushes her out of the scene, I can hardly see Lux, his hair is nice. He looks smart, but Jade is the main idea in this. And obviously the stylist had the same idea, as seconds later Lux lifts Jade up, pushing her above him, both beaming. Both being the same, normal District 1 tribute.

District 2
Now comes out the hard, strong willed tributes from 2. Both are wearing pale gold clothes, beaming. As usual District 2 do not aim to shine in the chariots. They just stand there, wait are they chatting. They just look like normal kids, both are only 15...its really young. Especially for two tributes that volunteered. The chariot looks pretty cool, like cobbelstones. I love it. Simple. Relaxed. Like two normal kids. Not many stylists can do this without making the tributes....well ugly. But both of them are glorious, stunning. Not the best, but I am sure they will shine in training.

District 3
District 3 looks interesting, very instersting. Ares and Tori, both in shockingly new looking outfits. A blue glow circles them, like an aura. The boots slowly change colour. Like the Districts. White for 0, Gold for 1, Grey for 2, Yellow for 3, Sea green for 4, Maroon for 5, Red for 6, Light green for 7, Orange for 8, Purple for 9, Black for 10, Brown for 11, Pink for 12, now that one I dont get, Dark green for 13, Blue for 14 and well multicoloured for us. The Capitol. I focus as it slowly shifts. Entrancing really, I almost struggle to look at the actual tributes. And struggle even more to shift my look to District 4.

District 4
Now for Natalie, I love Natalie. Team Natalie. The sea blue chariot rolls out, catching our eye. Natalie has her wavy blonde hair, streaks of blue intwined. She has a mermaid outfit on, a mix of blue, green and pink scales shimmer. Flaunting the way she moves. Other than that she isnt wearing much. Her skin is painted grey, to match Cain's skin tight top. He is dressed like a shark, with fins and all. Not really the most original look, but still rather fetching. Especially with the natural beauty of the pair, stunning. Like District 4 tributes have always been. As they are a beuatiful District.

District 5
I wait for District 5, but keep waiting. And waiting. Finally after around 10 minutes, they burst from the tunnel. Wearing.....jet black outfits. A few claps, but nothing like the other districts. Then they begin to spark. As the claps continue increasing, the sparks fly off. Not the shoes. But everwhere else. Its amazing. The sparks fly over the crowd, I can see some cower but not most. Most just scream in glee. This trumps all of the other chariots, it is simply amazing. I can hardly move with glee. It has been years since we got a responce like this, so far. 5 is by a mile the best.

District 6
District 6 has always been a weak one in the Charitos. I admit transport is a hard one to please. It could be worse though. 8 is a lot harder. Out they come, wearing a suit......made of needles. Or is it just scraps of metal. Well anyways, it really looks like it was made for District 8. I admit 6 is hard, but desiging for another District is just like a no go. It should never be done. The worst by a mile, and it really does put a damper in the night, especially with the chariot we just had, now that is amazing. This....this would be good for District 8. Probably one of the best. But for 6......just no.

District 7
How......7. Really. Just. Really. After all of these brand new costumes. And here we come with District 7. I just can not believe it. After all this change. So much change. We now have this District. 7. Amazing. So....imaginative. Everone knows District 7 has been a tree for the past...well forever. But now. They have changed. Not as a tree. But as a tree. The tributes look mortified, and they should be. With that costumes they will be the least sponsored. I just couldnt handle that much sorrow, I mean I am almost crying. And thats me. Not them. All I can say, is they better be skilled. Or they aint going anywhere in these games.

District 8
Now, onto the real District 8. Will they beat District 6 masquerading as District 8. Or will they fall flat on their faces. The boy in speedos, and the blob of cascoon show that the last option was correct. But that begins to change. Randomly a needle appears, beginning to sew a suit on, and with the, I preume Mystique is in there, cascoon, well it begins to move. Wibbling around, as if something is happening. Seconds later, it rips open. Just as the suit is finished. She is wearing a pale white dress, with tatered silk around the rim. Her hair is laced with silk, while he wears a nice suit. Very classy. And definatly better than District 6.

District 9
Next up come Silver and Caleb. I stare at them, and am pretty shocked. Silver is singing in a soft melodic voice, calming to the ear, which seems to be causing the plants to grow around her. While Caleb is doing a wierd tap dance thing, while water pours over his suit of flour, getting him soaked. Turning the flour into dough....oh my fucking god is that fire. It encircles his body, concealing him from our eyes. I can hear muttered gasps, killing a tribute has never happened before. But the flames leave his body....well now he is covered in bread. Birds soar in, pecking away at the suit, leaving a golden suit. Nice, but hilarious. Well played District 9.

District 10
Now District 10. Hadix and Aliya. A nice pair. Hadix's hair is jet white, curled like a little boys. He has an egg white shell on his head, with an egg white suit. Glittered with purple and black feathers. Next to him stands Aliya, she is in basically the same outfit. Curled hair dyed white, with a soft curling white dress, that hits her knees. She has white high heels, with multiple feathers dotting her dress. Purple, pink and black. While white ones line her eyes. Finally the chariot, a very nice chariot. Again, egg white, dotted with black and purple feathers, while white feathers flowing out the back, onto the road.

District 11
11 follows close behind, being blasted in the face by the multiple feathers from the back of the previous chariot. But that doesnt distract from the pure elegance of outfit. The boy is dressed in the overalls, with a bag of leaves and apples. Basic design. But the girl....its amazing. Its a plain white dress, that is form fitting at the top, while branches out and sticks around. Her legs and arms have white seethrough tights and gloves over her arms and legs, branch designs over the skin. Pale white so that they stand out from the dark skin of Ames and Pinna, very well thought through, and thats my only critique.

District 12
I admit now I am getting a bit tired, but only 4 more to go. 12 comes out in a flurry. Both in black clothes, that slowly glows. Armstrong is just glowing brighter and brighter. While Piper's grows brighter, then fades. Now I think of it, this is the most beautiful one I have seen. I just attracts the eye. Both are different enough to be interesting, but not to different to look mismatched. If I was asked the question as to which is my favourite, I could not say. Both 5 and 12 are unique. And both deserve to be given credit...but with the sheer beauty of 12. I dont know why, but I would choose it.

District 13
3 left.......just 13, 14 and the Capitol. Now, the male has on a pair of black shorts, while an orange top. With a hazard sign located in the middle. A white helmet with the Capitol written in multiple colours. Seconds after, the clothes transform into a pale skin tone. Looking like he is naked, with blood stains. While the girl has a grey dress on, with a dead grey rose in her hair, and when the males outfit changes so does the Plasmas. She is now wearing a black outfit, with luminous writing. Spelling out the words 'District 13 won....." and then on the pants ".....again". The crowd errupts with cheers, as this was impressive.

District 14
2 left......just 14 and the Capitol. District 14, Jeral and Kailani, are in matching costumes. The two mutts that were banished from games since the 75th. The cheek is high. But the reward is greater. These will attract multiple sponsors. Jeral is dressed as a tracker jacker, in a suit, black and yellow. Amazing. He begins to hover, helping the Jabberjay off the ground, the Jabberjay who is infact Kailani. In the same dress that is publicly known, as the dress Katniss Evedeen wore. The horror. So much madness. They soar into the crowd, throwing things into the crowd, and all I can say is if they arent exectued, they will be sponsored.

The Capitol
1 left......just the Capitol. Orlando and Alodia, perfect pair. They really do make a good couple. Very nice. Orlando is dressed as a gamemaker, choreographing something to do with a fight, but its nice. While Alodia is dressed in torn clothes, soaked in blood. The look in her face is almost real.....like she has been in the games. She swings an axe, coated in a thin layer of dried blood. Like from past kills. The pain almost hurts me. It is like we plucked her from the games, placing her on a chariot, like if she was about to die. And it looks like she was. That look in her eyes. Pure and utter evil.

The Alliances
The Careers - Jade Seeku (1), Lux Gold (1), Jillian-anne Forsythe (2), Drake Morden (2), Ares Jones (3) (Depends on how he does in the Bloodbath), Natalie Brine (4) and Cain Levenhire (4) (Closed)

District 12 - Armstrong Shadows (12) and Piper Hope (12) (Closed)

District 14 - Kailani Kama (14) and Jeral Salvio (14) (Closed)

Females - Pinna Freitas (11) and Alodia Rickle (Capitol) (Closed)

Bloodshed - Caleb Stoll (9), Levi Quister (13) and Hadix Maven (10) (Closed)

Anti-Careers - Mystique Cirque (8), Dexter Howe (8), Ranger Sage (7) and Dysterin Braine (5) (Closed)

District 5 - Thias Feyuz's POV
Camilla paces back and forward infront of us. For the past 20 minutes she had lectured us about what to do. Who to talk to. Even what to say and eat. Basically, all our day had been planned out. Great. When she lets us go, we quickly dash to the table, grabbing even a tiny bit of food, before we are ushered into the elevator, and shot down into the training room.

We only stop once before entering the hall, to pick up the tributes from 3. It is slightly akward, knowing in a few days we would be in an arena, trying to kill eachother. I suppose it was the same with Dysterin, but we may ally. A lot of tributes ally with their District partners. But few ally with other Districts. Unless you are a career. I slowly move over to the door, as we grind to a hault. I step out, to find the room already filled, counting 28 tributes. Us four join the mass, intertwining. Looking at Lorania, for instructions as of what to do now. She does a brief explanation, as to what each section does, where we have to go, then suggests where we ought to go. Once she finishes we all break off, some go to weapons, other to survival. But I decide to test my physical potential. I walk over to a set of climbing nets, then begin. The idea is to race up, cross the rope net at the top. Then the tight rope thing, before climbing down a single rope, hitting the ground running. I easily reach the top of the first one, then across the rope net. But when it gets to the tight rope it gets harder. There is a single rope above, there to help if you fall, but not much use otherwise. I make it to the half way mark before I begin to shake. Reaching for the rope knocks me off balance, sending me tumbling to the floor. I smash with a sickening crunch, my leg twisted backwards, but I know they will fix it. Within seconds the paramedics appear, wisking me away to a small room. They feed me some medicine, before letting me walk out. On both legs. When I re-enter the room, nothing much has changed. The careers are at the weapons, while the rest of the tributes are spread across the room. I decide not to put to much strain on my ankle, and slowly progress to the knot tying station, to work with Dysterin.

District 7 - Raffert Birch's POV
I wander through the racks and racks of weapons, axes, bows, maces, swords. Normal weapons, but then....then some are just wierd. A long thin metal chain, known as a Qilinbia. And a wierd hammer shaped object, but ten times the size, and five thousand times the weight, known as a battle hammer. Carrying these sort of weapons just much be a complete chore. The only weapon in this area I know how to handle is a spear. Light weight. Wooden. Sleak. Spear. Easy to carry, unlike this sort of thing. Which is just.......egh.

When I reach the spear station, only one other tribute is there. Jade. I dont know whether to turn, and back away. Or to just face it. I need to seem strong, maybe I could get into the careers. I mean that gets you almost an insta pass to the top 10. And that is what any tribute wants. I face my fears, taking a step forward, retrieving a short spear, around the length of my leg, solid oak, brass spear head, with a small pattern inscribed into the metal, and snaking down the length of the spear. I turn to face the line of targets, as Jade releases a 3 metre spear, solid bronze, with an obsydian spear head, the weapon of evil. But it still sails directly into the head of the target man. Sinking in, causing pain. She slowly walks forward, flipping her hair, swaying her hips. She knows how to make a man sweat. But its not good when that man has just thrown a spear.

Luckily, years of practise save me. If I had never used it before, it would probably of struck her in the back, taking it out before the games even begun. But instead it just sails, hitting just off bullseye. I sigh a breath of relief, and jog down to yank it from the stomach. Before making my way back up, Jade has moved on, so I am all alone, allowing me to focus on honing my skills. The same skills that will hopefully, hopefully lead me to victory, or atleast get me a 10 in 2 days.

District 1 - Lux Gold's POV
My hands are soaked in sweat. This was the first time all the careers were together. I stare around. Everyone from the career Districts is in. And no one else. I slowly stand up, I am the oldest male career, with Natalie and Jade also being 18. They sit on both my sides, Jade fiddling with a small set of ropes. Intertwining them. While Natalie is using a knife to skin some fruit from the buffet table.

"Ehmm....Hi...I guess" I try to think of something better to say, but nothing comes to my mind.

Natalie places the knife on the floor, and pushes me down. "Ok, let me handle this" She whispers in my ear, before adressing all of the group. "Well, we are the careers. A strong group. We have decided our leader, Lux I guess but we still need to focus. Create drama, spread fear to the other tributes." She stares around, before looking at Jade. Who raises to her feet and takes over.

"Well, Lux and I will tackle the bigger threats. The 12 tributes, 0, Capitol and 9. While Natalie and Cain takes 3, 5 and 6. Drake will be covering 7, 8 and 10. And finally Jillian-anne will be with 13, 11 and 14." She sits down, sending the group into a thundering silence. I am about to speak, when the others begin to leave. We quickly agree not to sit together at lunch, but to sit in pairs. Near other tributes.

As planned, I head off with Jade, over to the fire section, where the tributes from 12 are resting with Sevana. We rest beside them, grabbing some flint, and some branches. The pair from 12 are not struggling at all, but Sevana seems to be having some trouble. Jade easily sets a pile of small sticks on fire, within seconds. While I set one of the trees into a blaze. Luckily it must be soaked in an anti-fire liquid, as it dies within seconds. But it had the intended effect. Let the scaring....begin.

District 9 - Caleb Stoll's POV
I stand with the guy from 10, last night we got to talking in the lift, and after the chariots, and we agreed an alliance. It was better having any alliance than none. And he did not look that bad. I grab a long thin sword, I think it is called a machete, and take it for a test run. I dive at the manican, slashing wherever I think would cause any pain. The head, the back, the chest....the groin. Once I believe I have caused as much apin as this dummy can hold I take a step back, acessing the pain I havwe caused. The dummy's head lies almost 15 feet from its leg, which is ages from either of its arms, or body. If that has been a human, I would be soaked in blood. And would probably be feeling a pang of regret.

But I can not focus on that right now. I need to focus on training. This was all the preporation we would get for the arena. And for all I know, I may choose the wrong things. I may practise how to shoot a bow, then end up in a cavern. With no space to breath, let alone shoot a bow. Or I may practise climbing, and find myself on a landlocked arena, flat as can be. We just never know. So I guess what I am saying, is I better get training, or I may just miss something out.

I dive straight into everything. I have 40 minutes before lunch, so I decide to try and fit in as much as I can. I leave Hadix practising at the weapons, while I move between the survival section. I try and fit in as much as I can. Spendint 10 minutes at the plant section, while only 5 minutes at the fire making. I fly round them, not socialising with any tributes. I have one ally, and thats all I need. Larger alliances draw attention. And I do not want to draw the attention of the careers. I mean there is only 2 tributes that are 12 this year....Thias and I. That leaves me in a bad situation. And all I can do is work to fix it. I finish with the animal identification, just as the bell wrings, beckoning us to the lunch. I meet with Hadix, and we rest. Grabbing a bunch of food. We are about to discuss strategies, when a problem slides in. In the shape of the tributes from 1.

District 12 - Piper Hope's POV
My hands rest next to the hands of Armstrong. I can not believe he had allied with me. He was offered a place with the careers, and he turned it down. I know this relationship cant last, I know he treats me like a sister, and I love him like a brother already. But we may have to kill eachother. We may have to take out other tributes. What if we had to watch eachother die. I withdraw my hands, making it look natural. Grabbing a roll, and tearing it in two. A spiral bread, coated in salts, died a pale blue colour. I recognise it from a show we watched in class once, the national bread from District 4. And its tastes so good. It almost hides to fact I was crying less than an hour ago. We sit in the quiet for around 20 minutes. And I just do not know what to do. My hands lie aimlessly on the surface. brushing around the crumbs. Into small pictures. Only last week I was sitting with my family, just talking. Just laughing, joking around. And now I was alone. With a guy I would have to kill. This was my future. No matter what I could think of, one of us would die. Maybe even both of us. But all I know is, Armstrong has a better chance of winning than I do.

After we have eaten, we are joined at our table by the tributes from 1. I finally look around, to see something wierd. None of the careers are together, well other than in the district pairs. The 1's are here, 4 is over by the tributes from 3. With the 2 by Capitol and 13. I do not know why, but it does slightly both scare me, and fill me with glee. Glee and joy. Were the careers still together. Did they split. Or was it a plan. A plan to send us down. I decide I should start talking to Armstrong. I revert my gaze back to Armstrong, and begin talking about District 12. After a while the 1 pair seem to get bored. They dissapear into the mass of tributes, all aiming for the door. I decide to join them, leaving Armstrong to finish his lunch. When I leave the room, most of the tributes are already at the positions. And I decided, since I had covered the survival skills in the morning, I should hit the weapons now. But the question was, where do I begin.

District 8 - Mystique Cirque's POV
I stare around at the 3 tributes I had managed to get to join the anti-careers alliance. The girls from 5 and 7, Ranger and Dysterin I believe. And then Dexter, from my own District. We had gotten pretty close on the train, and I could not bare to leave him out. We are all working at the weapons stand, Dexter and Dysterin practising shooting a bow, while Ranger acesses her skills with an axe. While I catch un on the basics with a knife. This is the most important weapon. Its the most common weapon, cheapest weapon and easiest to learn. I swing at a dummy, following the instructors words to the bone. I am supposed to sink the blade in, then rip straight up, tearing skin. I keep trying, for about 30 minutes. Jabbing, sticking, slashing. And slowly the dummy begins to crumble. First it loses an arm, then a leg. The others move around the weapons, but I decide to stick with this. I have my whip for decently length fighting, but now I have knife for when they are close range, multi weaponry. Good.

When I turn to face the others, none of them are where they were. Ranger is now practising with a boomerang, wierd weapon but still slightly useful. Dysterin has moved on, and is now trying the rope assult course. I watch her for a few seconds, as she crosses the rope net, before stalking the single rope. She is doing pretty good, so I turn my attention to Dexter. He is handling a wierd weapon, long and thin with multiple spikes. As if to dig into the skin. I watch him as he coils it up, before bringing it down in the dummy. It tears into the plastic coating, ripping it off. Not just the bits it hits, but the surrounding ares. Even after it has torn, the weapon isnt done. It flicks back, striking the chin, sending the head flying away. I can see the horror in the face of Dexter, but also in the faces of Ranger, and some other tributes. I had no idea what that weapon was, but all I can think now is, I am so glad I have never seen it in the cornucopia before.

District 11 - Ames Viner's POV
I am absoloutly terrified. Spending today, just working, learning all about what we are going to have to do. To survive. It just makes me realise what I have put myself up for. I volunteered. I gave myself to this end. I am not gonna win this. Its like impossible. I fumbel about on the assult coarse. A series of events, starting with a rock wall. Around 20 metres tall, a simple trek. Straight up. Rocks around 1 feet apart, easily crossable. When you reach the top, it is a series of small wooden polls, we need to leap from one to one, slowly working down to the ground. Its not that hard, but it does take a long time. After a while I hit the floor, leaving me with two more. A set of monkey bars, metal ringed polls. Spaced quite far apart, no touching the floor here. All about the strength in your arms. The boy from 0 is ahead of me, he is around half way across, and is struggling severly. His arm is hanging by his side, not moving. While his other holds him up, just hanging. After around 3 or 4 minutes, his hand releases, sending him plummeting to the ground. He lands on the soft matt, where he is met by a paramedic, I am told to wait while they move him away. But when he is gone, its all up to me.

I bet its a lot easier when the handles arent soaked in sweat. I am guessing he was rather sturggling, and spent a lot of time on this one. Despite this. I swing steadily, one passed, two passed, three passed. 23 swings later I hit the ground with both feet. Leaving me with one event left. The......what the hell is this. It looks like a giant pair of scissors. But......with lots of swinging poles. I do not know what to do, but I try. As soon as my foot hits the metal beam, it begins to move. Pulling in, bringing the two beams together. Seconds later the beams start to move, swinging. Getting in my way. I start to move. Ducking when the beams pass, and leaping when the second beam tries to smash into my legs. I think I am supposed to reach the centre, but I have no clue how to. I decide to go full out and just charge, not looking where I am going. Then....SMASH. My feet lift off the floor, flying through the air. Collapsing into the soft padded floor. My heart skips a thud, as the air is expelled out of me. My sight blurs. And it all goes black.

District 2 - Jillian-anne Forsythe's POV
The day is drawing to a close, so everyone seems to be darting around. Getting the last bits of training in, before we are all sent back up to our floors. I have been told by our 'leader', Jade, to intimidate the tributes from 13, 11 and 14. Great. No careers. I stare around the room, searching for one of the tributes to intimidate, and only one I can see. Pinna. I slowly move over beside it, not making it look like I am only coming there to talk to her. I grab a rope, and begin to tie. Luckily, I am good at this. And finish a decently complicated knot, within a few minutes. I glance up, to see if Pinna looks intimidated. But no such luck. As she isnt there. Infact. No one is.

I just manage to get in the last lift, as the doors slam shut. In this glass prison, only with Armstrong and Piper. We stand akwardly, them muttering to eachother, while I try to overhere. Before I hear as much as a whisper, the doors open at my floor. I can see Drake talking with Robert, Amethyst and Hudson. I walk up, removing my glasses to wipe them, before listening in. And I am thouroughly dissapointed. All it is is talk about previous games. About last year. Apparently they are not happy a career won last time. They believe it may crimp the chances of a career victory this year. And then the arena. All about the arena. I do not even care. I saw the games. It was a set of hills. And thats it. Ok, some caves. Beautiful, elegant but boring. I hope this means, that this year. We will get something interesting. Something more advanced. Before I realise, I am back in my room. Lying on my bed. My lucious, soft bed. This is the life. And if I win. This will be my life from now on. This is what drives me. This is what will lead me to win. This is what will be my inspiration. I am meant for more than my life that I had in District 2. Its meant for more than what I have right now. I am supposed to be a winner. Everyone sees the games as a thing to fear. But I see it as a way to move up. Become one of the elite. One of the best. And I know this. Not many others do. I dont care what it takes. How long it takes. Who I have to kill. What I have to give up. I will be elite. I will be the best...

District 10 - Aliya Andropov's POV
Day 2 had come......so quickly. Tommorow......tommorow I would be in my private session. I would have to show them everything I could. With the space of 15 minutes. And then, two days later, I would be entering the arena. And I would be alone. So far I had no alliances. And I am to scared to make any. I dont know any of these people. And they would be trying to kill me within the week. And I was supposed to socialise with them. Share a meal. I just could not do it. I let Hadix go ahead alone, I mean I could not even be with him. This is driving me mad. I cant trust anyone.

I slide into an elevator, all alone. No one else. I rest against the glass, breathing quietly. It moves down, giving me flashes of the different floors. Before finally hitting black earth. Surrounding me. Trapping me. The rapidity of the breaths increases. Slowly turning into a panic attack. I want to be home. Why am I here. My hands begin to tremble as the door slides open. Opening into the cavern of a room. I force my face into a smile, as I march into the room. Replacing my air of fear, with a residing confidence. The kind that could kill. The kinda that will kill when we get into the arena.

I move through the crowd, looking around. I think everyone is here, but no one seems to be heading off. I am not sure if we arent allowed. Or they just do not want to, but I decide its better to stick with the group. I stand alone, head down. Arms folded. Staring at my shoes, and nothing but my shoes. I can hear the tributes around me, socialising. Talking and walking. I glance up, to see the powerful, strong willed Lorania. Standing over us all. She summarises what she said yesterday, but adding in a note or urgency to her voice. About how tommorow was the day. That we were to focus today. Not let anything go away. Once she has finished I stand solitary. Not knowing what to do. I see the tributes fan out, across the room. Yesterday I covered some of the more basic weapons, so I decide to dedicate today to the survival skills. Starting with how to make a fire.

District 13 - Levi Quister's POV
I stand behind the rack of spears, not knowing where to go. I need an alliance. And there was only one I wanted to join. I peer round the edge, observing the two boys. 10 and 9. They look strong, and I mean. I am not getting in with the careers. That one with the 8 pair, just looks wierd. They are not really talking. And it just doesnt look like something I want to be a part of. I slowly walk in, grabbing an axe. Trying to avoid eye contact. No idea how in hell to get them to even want me in their alliance. I try to impress them, but that just fails. I raise my axe, about to strike the dummy, when the head of another one, flies over, smashing me in the side. Knocking me to the ground. My axe drops from my hand, bouncing on the floor. I grown to my feet, my hands cut down the middle, a small trickle of blood flowing at a constant rate. Down my palms. I remove the jumper I was wearing, using the blade of the axe to hack off the sleeve, before wrapping around my hand. It hurts I admit, but I can not let them see anymore weakness. I reach up, using the bars to gain my footing. When I look up, I can see both the boys looking at me. Despite Caleb actually being two years younger that me, he inflicts terror into my. With his cold stare, Hadix on the other hand has a childish grin across his face. Laughing in my failure. I am about to retreat when a hand pulls me around, the faces of Hadix and Caleb greet me.

I actually had a set of allies for the games. They may have forced me to get my hand fixed, but they had let me in. That meant, that in the bloodbath. There was only 29 people trying to kill me. Yay. I sit on the table, swinging my leg. Humming a little tune, while the doctors whizz around. Grabbing needles, and pills for me to take. And to sew up my wound. I push out my hand, the doctors grab it. And within seconds. I was fixed. All ready for tommorow. I leap down, and walk down the corridor. My hands swinging at my side. And I am actually happy. As all I can think is. I may actually have a chance at winning this.

District 6 - Sylvia Churchill's POV
I remove the sleek silver bow from the hook it was resting on. Indented with small insignificant figures and symbols. Detailed with golden paint. The inset the hollowness. The most beautiful and elegant weapons, but one of the most deadly. Deadly and beautiful. Ironic that. Luckily this was my weapon. The one I could handle with ease. Without any training. This was my weapon. The only weapon I could use without a chance of failure. Or that is what I thought. The first 4 shots show that I am lying to myself. One swiftly hits the board, less than an inch off target. I can live with that. Live with that easily. But the next three failed in susession. One hit the white rim, over two foot from the centre. The second missed completly. Soaring into the wall. I take great care with the final one, and it still does the second best. It hits just on the edge of the second ring....from the outside. I just stand there in shock. This was my weapon. My bow. Yet I was doing so terribley. I take a second to calm down, closing my eyes. Focusing on home. Before I can even open my eyes, the arrow has left the bow. Soaring through the air. I can here a soft plunk. Of the striking of the arrow, and my eyes flash open. Revealing the perfect bullseye. This is when my jaw litterally drops. Hitting the floor, with a slightly larger plonk. Once this stunning revelation washes over me, I lower my bow. I do not know what just happened, but I so hope it happens again. It would help when a bafoon comes taring right towards me. My fingers release the bow. Hitting the floor, two bounces before it goes still. I push the quiver of arrows onto a hook, before reverting my attention to a second weapon. I guess accuracy is my thing, so I take a swing with a few others. I cover blowgun, longbow, crossbow, whips, lassos, throwing knives and darts before lunch. And there is a few connections. I am good with both the longbow and the crossbow. Hitting the bullseye multiple times. Though the throwing weapons, lassos, throwing knives and darts just are not my thing. I fail with each and everyone. And in the end, I am left with a blowgun and a whip. Both decent, and both reliable. I place them down, ready to head from lunch when I see it. A small glance from the District 4 tributes. Was it just my imagination....or did they look scared...

District 3 - Ares Jones's POV
I did not get in with the careers. I can not believe they turned me down. With each knife that flies from my eyes, another way to kill then comes to my mind. Beheading the boy from 1. Dragging a knife across the neck of Jillian-anne. Pummeling the breath out of the sea boy. Plunging the knife into the head of Jade. Hacking off the limbs of Drake. Pushing that bitch Natalie, do her death. Smashing her head onto the rocks. Causing her to slowly drown, her lifeless body floating in the body. Being picked up by the hovercraft....that is what I want. That is what I need. A light touch breaks me from the trance, Natalie.

"We saw what you did there" She doesnt speak first, letting the sea boy take control, she stands strong while he talks smart. "And we were talking with Jade..."

A smile creeps onto my face, had the careers reconsidered. Was I in. Natalie finally answers, her smirk even more painful to look at than her eyes. "We are not sure if we want you....since we are not really recruiting...but if something was to happen in the Bloodbath. We may need another member." My smile dissapears, so I had to actually work to get this. I turn away, the snickers of the pair echoing in my brain. Through my body. Annoying every last bit of me. What did they have to be so high and mighty about. I would show them. In the Bloodbath. I would show them who I truly was. As I was Ares. Named after the god of war. I was the only one who could win this. I was born to win this. It was in my blood. Murder was in my blood. I reach the weapon stand again, and focus in on one weapon. The weapon of the gods. The weapon that would win me this. Classic. The weapon that has been used for centuries. I pick it up in my hands, turn it around. I turn to where the careers are grouping, about to head into the dinner hall. And I decide. I decide. That after lunch, I was learning how to use the most brutal, hated and feared weapon in the games. The classic. Stainless. Bronze. Two foot. Sword. And I just know. I know. I will use it to take down Ares.

Capitol - Orlando Bestena's POV
I sit alone in the massive room, filled with all my opponents. I could be the killer of anyone of these kids. Well lets just call it what it is. I could be the murderer. As thats what we would all be. Filthy murderers. I shove a handful of grapes into my open mouth, not caring how I look. No one is around me, and I do not care. Most tributes are alone. About 10 are in alliances, maybe 12. But I am not sure if the careers are together. They are all dotted around the room, chatting away about something I really do not care about. I am just so glad none of them are sitting near me. This is the time I will use to plan my time in the arena. I know I will not be going for the cornucopia. It is just not my style. I will be a more of an indirect attacker. Poison maybe....a kill in the night. Not sure yet...but direct killing. No. Never. Not me. Thats the careers strategy. The ones with no brains. I grab the final grape on my plate, throwing it into the air. Soaring into my mouth.

My hands soar around the pads. Tapping all keys. My eyes focussed on the screen infront of me. A simple game, but an easy way to see if I know about plants. Which ones are poisonous, which ones arent. Simple simple simple. I fly through the course. Thrashing the other times from today and tommorow. Sadly, at the end. I have no clue what to do for the rest of the day. I turn around, staring around the room. I took a go at the weapons this morning, and survival skills yesterday. I could take another go at the fire skills, but the pair from 2 are over there, and the careers just do not make me feel at home. Make stations have a career at them. The weapons are covered by Natalie. The assult coarse by Cain and Jade. While the 1 male covers the rope coarse. Great. I consider checking out the knot tying session....but its just not my style. But its the only option. So I slowly pace over. I can see the guy from 5 also resting. Practising with some of the more detailed knots, while when I get there, I instantly start right at the bottom. As this was something I was no use with. I fumble about with two ropes. Slowly making a small basic knot. Which fails.

District 0 - Sevana's POV
I slowly circle the room, observing everything there was the try. The assult course and rope course done. All the weapons I feel good with checked. Plant identification, fire making, hammock and rope tying. The hand to hand combat and weight lifting. Guess I was done. My hands hurt like hell, my legs ache and my back feels like it is going to collapse any second. I rest on the bench, surveying the room. It has just all hit me. My world had changed, I loved my life in District Zero, but it just never seemed complete. But now. A lot of people hate the games, but I think they are a wonderful thing. The arenas are so detailed. Each more beautiful than the last. And I just love it. All I can think about is what will our arena be. Will it have snow, mountains. Be a jungle filled with mutts. Both are common, but still beautiful, but then there are the detailed ones. I remember the 622nd arena. One of the smallest arenas I had ever seen, just a series of flowing waterfalls. Around 60 of them, right down to the base. A small pool, circled by cliffs, no way off them. Just away up. When the tributes reached the top, they were welcomed by a cold chill. Ice. So much ice. Elegantly hanging from the trees, hiding the small wolves. The wolf mutts. Around the size of a normal dog, with fangs like needles. Injecting a chill into the blood, freezing the hearts of the victim. Amazingly complexed, but elegantly simple. That is the arena I would thrive in. I could have won that game, but no. I was reaped for this one. Knowing my luck, it would be fire. With a small volcano. Tonnes of rocks and magma throughout the arena. Hardly any water, and I just hate it. I finish my thoughts, before re-entering the room. I only have 30 minutes left, and I better try with something else. I take a look around, best bet is to go with another weapon. I stalk over to the bows, removing a rather small, gold painted, curved bow. A quiver of short arrows. Easiest to use. I set it all up, stare down at the targets. You could never go wrong with any weapon, as with most. It doesnt take a genius to work. Luckily for me, and a few others in this room. Most of this years tributes, werent genius's.

District 4 - Natalie Brine's POV
20 minutes, and the time was counting down. I slowly circled all the tributes I was supposed to, covering the males while Cain took over the females. He seemed to be doing fine, so I decide to take some time just to focus. Focus on me. The private training was only tommorow, and I already know what I will be doing, but I still needed to iron out the firm details. It will begin with some basics. A go on the assult course. Showing my speed. Then a couple of weapons, but not the trident. That is the grand finish, but before that I will make a few fires. Knot tying and plant Identification. Then its the trident. Kill a few dummies. All simple. I do wonder what the others are doing though. I stalk over to where Jade is talking to Lux, when I rest beside them they both turn to me, faces ascue.

"What are you doing tommorow" I ask them, hoping they wont outshine me.

Lux looks at Jade before responding. "Just showing a few weapons, sword, spear...nothing much".

I look at Jade enquisitively, before she reluctantly responds. "I......I would rather not say"

"Why..." I respond speedily, just wanting to know more now.

"I will tell you if you tell me what you are doing." I consider what to say, before deciding to respond truthfully.

"Well, I am beginning with the courses, then a few weapons, the survival skills and finishing with my trident." A smile goes onto my face, before Jade responds. And lets just say I wish I had a brain like hers, and went before her. As I was sure she was gonna get an 11. Lets just say I will have to up my game, if I was to beat this girl. But lets just say it, who doesnt like a little bit of steady competition.

District 14 - Kailani Kama's POV
I enter the lift along with Jeral, and the pair from 4. Natalie and Cain I believe. I have watched both today, and both have stunned me. Both are amazing. Jeral and I decided on an alliance yesterday, so we were all set for the games. I stare out the glass, ignoring the pair. And they ignore us in responce. Seconds later the doors open, and they stalk out of the elevator. I take a quick look into their floor, and see it soaked in a blue glow. I just manage to look up, to see the whole ceiling coated in an aquarium. Fish of all colour fly through, colours I can not even name. It is glorius. If I won, I would request to see all floors. As each looks so different. The jolt of electric that bursts into my face as we pass floor 5. The calming green wafts in as 7 flies through. The golden glow from 11. All completly different. When we reach the roof we step out. Heading towards the bridge over to the floors. I look around, this is the acess to the compartments for 0, 13, 14 and the Capitol. I enter the door, into our home...for 4 more nights. Tommorow was the training scores. Then a free day....well to practise for the interviews. And the day after were the interviews....then the...we enter the arena.

4 nights....and I would be...well I would be in the place I thought I would die. I rest on the couch, as Zehniurs, Viola and Sabrina welcome us. They questions us all about today, making sure they knew everything. And I answer, truthfully. Jeral filling in the bits I did not know. We tell them about the careers, and the other tributes. For about 20 minutes we just answer questions. Then its onto tommorow. What we are to do. What we are to act like. What we are to show. All of it is mapped out, with no room for imagination. Fucking great. After this is all done, we head off to get ready for dinner. I soak my hands in a bowl of cold water, with some herbs or medicine in it, as within seconds they feel fine. I do the same to my feet, before throwing on a light green dress, that wraps around my body, flowing down to my feet. No shoes. No make-up. Just me. When I walk out the others are already eating, I sit down and join them. And within seconds we are onto a terrible subject. The interviews.

The Interviews
Breeze: Hello, and welcome to the Interviews of the 625th Hunger Games, sadly we did not get to interview the tributes of the first of these four games, but this one will be as juicy and as amazing as usual. We will be diving into the insecurities of each of them, and learn what we will be seeing from each of the tributes. Well lets not beat around the bush, and lets get straight in. Starting with the beautiful Sevana.

District 0
Sevana: Hi...its just so....well nervous being first.

Breeze: Well its only for 2 minutes. So any allies we will be seeing you with.

Sevana: Nope....I think I will be going solo this year...

Breeze: I kinda already guessed that, and I bet we will still be seeing a lot of you.

Sevana: I hope so...the bloodbath is a place that will take a lot of lifes, I just hope I am not in with all those people.

Breeze: Well, since you are not allying. Is there a certain strategy...or idea?

Sevana: Well oh well oh well....that would be telling, wouldnt it.

Breeze: Ahhh, I guess I wont be finding out so many plans today....will I...

Sevana: I do not think so, most will be keeping their hands close to their chest.

Breeze: Well it was lovely talking to you, but we are almost done....any last things you wanna say...

Sevana: Nope....nothing really. All said.

Breeze: Well, thank you Sevana, but I must be moving onto our next tribute. And that just happens to be your District partner, so lets say bye to Sevana, and hello to the wonderful, strong willed Phrixos Baccus. The stage is now all yours...

Phrixos: Hello Breeze....its so lovely to be here.

Breeze: And it is lovely to have you here.

Phrixos: Thanks, but should we not get down to business, I mean we only have like one and a half minutes left...

Breeze: I suppose we should get down to business. Ok then, lets learn more about you.

Phrixos: Well, I was brought up in District 0, with my family. Is not really much to know.

Breeze: Well....anything about the games.

Phrixos: Well I am hoping for a cold arena. Being in 0 you live with the cold everyday, so I would have the upperhand.

Breeze: Ahh, so a cold arena. Not hot.

Phrixos: Definately not a arena full of fire.

Breeze: Well it has been lovely talking to you, but I guess the time is up.

Phrixos: Well its been great talking with you, see you soon.......hopefully.

District 1
Breeze: Now, onto one of our favourite Districts every single year. The tributes from District 1, starting with the first of our two blonde bombshells this year.

Jade: Haha, well by the end of this game, there will only be one blonde bombshell, and that is who you are looking at right now.

Breeze: Oh, confident arent we....

Jade: Well, when you get an 11 in training, we have a reason to be.

Breeze: Oooh, so I am guessing we means you and Natalie.

Jade: Oh yes, I love District 4 and all....but they are not District 1.

Breeze: Well so, District 4 does have the average of 10.5 in the training score. Where as District 1 only recieved a 9.5 as an average, with 2 gaining only a 9.

Jade: Well, I still have confidence in us...

Breeze: And I am sure so does most people in the capitol

Jade: So it was lovely talking to you...

Breeze: I guess it was, but lets move onto our next tribute, Lux Gold.

Lux: Well hello there....*kisses Breeze's hand*

Breeze? *blushes* Oooh well hello to you too...

Lux: Well, lets get on with the interview...

Breeze: Oh yes, so. So so so. Well. An 8....the worst career score this year...

Lux: HAH, I may have made a bit of a mess up, I kinda puked all over the training room...

Breeze: Ooooh, well that explains it...

Lux: Yes...I was so dissapointed, and was sent straight the the doctor, and now I am perfect...

Breeze: Well that is good, as you are entering the arena...tommorow..

Lux:....well I guess I am...I mean I am not scared but...never to see civilisation again....

Breeze: What do you mean never again.....you may win....

Lux: Nah, I decided that District 1 will not have another game....so....

Breeze: I suppose, well its been lovely talking to you....Bye

Lux: Bye, *kisses Breeze's hand*, thank you for this oppertunity...

District 2
Breeze: Well lets move onto the hard rocks from District 2, and as usual lets begin with the girl, so why dont we welcome Jillian-anne Forsythe...

Jillian-anne: Hi, its amazing to be here.

Breeze: Well lets dive straight in, so District 2 both gained 9's this year, how does that feel.

Jillian-anne: Well there is a slight age difference, Natalie, Jade and Lux are all 18, while Cain is 16. But both Drake and I are only 15.

Breeze: Ahhh I suppose so...

Jillian-anne: Yep, I can always see a reason for things.

Breeze: I see that, so what will your biggest asset in the arena will be....

Jillian-anne: Well, well, well....there is so many...I think my strategic mind will help me highly.

Breeze: Oooh, the strategic careers, they are the most dangerous.

Jillian-anne: Yes they are, very good....

Breeze: Well I must say goodbye, so fairwell.

Jillian-anne: And goodbye to you, I will hopefully see you soon...

Breeze:...and hopefully not as a dead body, but now, lets welcome Drake Mordan to the stage.

Drake: Hello, its lovely to be here.

Breeze: And as with all our amazing tributes today, It is lovely to have you here today.

Drake: Thanks so much

Breeze: So lets begin, in a usual game the 2 male is one of the most feared tributes, do you hope to fufil this role.

Drake: Well I guess so, but I know there are much more feared tributes in these games, I just hope as the time goes on, I will seem much stronger.

Breeze: Well, training scores never really mean anything.

Drake: I suppose, but they help.

Breeze: Yeh, last year both Callam and Kole gained a 9, but in the arena they both died in the bloodbath.

Drake: But then, Annabella, Axel, Eucalyptus and Misty got an 11, 10, 8 and 9 respectively, and they were the final 4.

Breeze: Ahh, but you said it yourself. Misty got a 9, and she won. What did you get....

Drake: Ohh, a 9. I suppose I have a chance then.

Breeze: Well that was lovely, but we must move onto District 3.

District 3
Breeze: Well, lets welcome the first or our two tributes from District 3, Tori Kate.

Tori: Well hello Breeze, so good to finally meet you.

Breeze: Well this is only my sixth year.

Tori: Yes, but I have only seen 6 years/

Breeze: I suppose I have been the only one you have seen.

Tori: Yes, so what were the ones who proceeded you like.

Breeze: Well the one before me was Allengira, she was....random. Sadly she passed away just before I became it, she did the interviews for 60 years.

Tori: Woah, do you think you will last that long.

Breeze: Hopefully I will, I mean I am only 28.

Tori: Really, you look only 20.

Breeze: Oh you, you little flatterer.

Tori: Well I just want to be liked

Breeze: And I am sure you will be, any last words.

Tori: Nope, all been said.

Breeze: Well thank you, but now lets welcome the strong, the powerful Ares Jones.

Ares: Well....well...well..well..

Breeze: Well....?

Ares: Well......I have no clue....

Breeze: Ok......well I guess we should begin

Ares: Well....Ok

Breeze: Good.....well......what weapon do you use.

Ares: Throwing Knives, but I trained with a sword in training.

Breeze: Ahh, so both long ranger and close ranger.

Ares: Yes, I thought of that when I was training.

Breeze: Good, another person thinking...

Ares: Wow....did you just call me.....well smart...

Breeze: I guess I did, oh wow. Look at that. The time is almost up, well thank you for letting me talk.

Ares: And thank you for not ignoring me.

Breeze: Well that finishes District 3, but now onto District 4, our final career District.

District 4
Breeze: Now I call Natalie Brine, the second blonde bombshell, and our last female career.

Natalie: Hi Breeze, great to be here.

Breeze: So another tribute with an 11.

Natalie: I know....an 11....just....wow.

Breeze: Only a very little group get that number.

Natalie: Yes...but even fewer get a 12

Breeze: But its like impossible to get that

Natalie: But I strive for the impossible.

Breeze: The impossible...its the impossible...

Natalie: And I do not care at all, I want to be the best. I am the best.

Breeze: Ok...I guess...

Natalie: Oh you do not know that yet, but in the arena you will see

Breeze: Ok...well lets move onto Cain...bye

Natalie: I will see you soon, but you will see me sooner..

Breeze: Well lets welcome Cain Levenhire to the stage.

Cain: Well hello Breeze, it is lovely to be here atlast.

Breeze: What do you mean at last.

Cain: Well we have been in the Capitol almost a week and I have not even seen you.

Breeze: Well that is just terrible. So lets begin. A 10 is a pretty impressive score, very impressive infact.

Cain: I am very proud of it, I mean joint second with Mystique. Not bad.

Breeze: I guessed you would be happy, but has there been any reprocussions with the other tributes in the careers....wait. We do not even know who the careers are.

Cain: Well lets fill you in, it is basically just the career Districts....and maybe one more....depending on the Bloodbath...

Breeze: Oooh, just another thing for me to look forward to.

Cain: Ahh but its the Hunger Games. So much to look forward to.

Breeze: I know, especially the Victors interview.

Cain: Well it may be similar to this, as it may be me.

Breeze: There is a high change it will be, but that is all we have for now, Goodbye Cain.

District 5
Breeze: Well that is all the careers down, now we must move onto District 5, beginning with Dysterin Braine.

Dysterin: It is amazing to be here.

Breeze: Ok then, lets begin. Who is your biggest...competitor.

Dysterin: Easy, Jade

Breeze: Why Jade and not Natalie

Dysterin: It is easy. Jade just has the personality....whereas Natalie seemed like a bitch.

Breeze: Sooo.........

Dysterin: Soooo she will not be sponsored

Breeze: Ohhh as no one sponsors the douches.

Dysterin: Yep....oh no. Now she is gonna know I said that.

Breeze: Yes....and....

Dysterin: Meaning she will want me dead....

Breeze: Oh....well it was nice knowing you...

Dysterin: Was it?

Breeze: But now I must welcome Thias Feyuz to the centre of the stage.

Thias: Well that was a nice welcome

Breeze: Thank you, I strive to make everyone feel at home.

Thias: Well you are doing it fine.

Breeze: Its not often the interviewer gets a compliment

Thias: Oh but with your skill it must happen all the time

Breeze: Nope, never.

Thias: I am shocked

Breeze: Well have you seen anyone else compliment me...

Thias: No....what has our world come to

Breeze: I know....its a shame

Thias: Well my time is almost out

Breeze: I suppose it is, so I must say goodbye as we move onto District 6

Thias: Bye, lovely talking to such a skilled interviewer

Breeze: Lovely talking to you aswell

District 6
Breeze: Well we are almost at half way point, but now lets welcome Sylvia Churchill.

Sylvia: Oh its great to be here.

Breeze: But its also great to have you here.

Sylvia: So, what do you want to know.

Breeze: I want to know what will help you out in the game, make you stronger. Get you the sponsors. This is your time. Use it.

Sylvia: Ok then, I may have only gotten an 8, but I still can show more.

Breeze: Like what....

Sylvia: My main weapons are the bow and I am decent with throwing knives.

Breeze: So you prefer long range.

Sylvia: Yes, I just think you have not seen even a third of me.

Breeze: Oooh so confidence, I like this.

Sylvia: Damn, if only it didnt end. Guess you will have to watch out for me in the arena.

Breeze: Bye

Sylvia: Bye, see you when I see you.

Breeze: Ok then, I guess we should give a round of applause for our next tribute, Asphalt Steed.

Asphalt: Ahh such a glorious welcome.

Breeze: I try to do my best.

Asphalt: Well so will I in the arena

Breeze: Oooh determined.

Asphalt: Yes, the same as any tribute.

Breeze: Well, what do you want to tell us. What will make you win.

Asphalt: Its easy, I am not a threat. No one ever focusses on the non-threats. So while they are all taking eachother out, I will be soaring through the game.

Breeze: Well then, what arena do you want.

Asphalt: The ideal one would be my home town. I would know it, I would have the upperhand. But probably a small town. Thats it.

Breeze: Well I must say goodbye, as by the looks of it time is almost up.

Aspahlt: Well I will say Bye aswell.

Breeze: Give another round of applause for our male from District 6, Asphalt Steed...

District 7
Breeze: These are going fast, and the last District before half way is District 7, beginnign with Ranger Sage.

Ranger: Ahh well that is my name

Breeze: Ok then, so we have clarified your name is Ranger.

Ranger: Are you calling me stupid, cause I aint.

Breeze: Oh no no no....

Ranger: Then what are you calling me...

Breeze: Im calling you Ranger

Ranger: Why would you call me that.

Breeze: I would call you Ranger cause that is your name.

Ranger: Well why are you calling me it again and again.

Breeze: CAUSE IT IS YOUR NAME

Ranger: I know...Im not stupid

Breeze: Well bye.....*whispers* you little spoilt bitch

Ranger: BYE, I know I was epic.

Breeze: Well lets welcome Rafferty Birch, and hopefully someone completly different.

Rafferty: Well she was not? putting up much of a....well she made District 7 look like a bunch of idiots.

Breeze: And is that true

Rafferty: Well apart from me, obviously it is.

Breeze: I love the confidence, but Annabella did get 3rd.

Rafferty: But she did let go of the cliff.

Breeze: She had morals, she wanted to win by herself.

Rafferty: I know, but I say. Take all the help we can.

Breeze: Why.

Rafferty: As I want to win.

Breeze: So you will stab people in the back, just to win.

Rafferty: Summing me up in one sentance there.

Breeze: Well District 7 is....different from last year.

Rafferty: We got better, didnt we.

Breeze: I suppose....in a way....

District 8
Breeze: And now we are into the second half of our evening, to begin with the highest scoring non career, Mystique Cirque.

Mystique: Ahh, I guess I did......well it was hard.

Breeze: But still, that will help with the sponsors.

Mystique: I suppose, but that can be overlooked, especially compared to Jade and Natalie.

Breeze: Ahh but our of 32, you are one of the top. That always helps.

Mystique: I suppose, I just can not help think about who did better.

Breeze: Well only 2 people, and only one person drawed.

Mystique: District 4 certainly did do well.

Breeze: They really did, and so did you.

Mystique: Not compared to them.

Breeze: No, you beat 3 of the careers, with only two beating you.

Mystique: I just decided to keep my head in the game, rather than focus on who is better and worse.

Breeze: Well this was lovely, but I now must move onto your District partner, Dexter Howe.

Dexter: Hi Breeze, loving beeing here in the Capitol.

Breeze: Well I hate to bring this up, but from one of the highest, Mystique....to the lowest...

Dexter: I know....a 3....its just....

Breeze: Well lets not dwell on that, and move onto learning about you...

Dexter: I just am terrified....

Breeze: Dont be, you have a chance. Only 2 years ago our beloved victor only gained a 2.

Dezter: Yeh but what are the chances of that happening again.

Breeze: Same chances of anyone else winniong...

Dexter: I suppose but still.......so terrified...

Breeze: I just hope you realise, the training scores do not always matter...

Dexter: Thanks, and shouldnt you be moving on.

Breeze: Oh my god I should, goodbye, and remember you can do this...

Dexter: Thanks....

District 9
Breeze: Well now lets welcome Silver Evans to the stand.

Silver: Hello.....I guess

Breeze: Well you....what to say about you....

Silver: Well I guess there is a lot to say about my if it is taking you this long to think of.

Breeze: Ok then....lets just say....talk about....well you made a splash at the reaping.

Silver: Well....lets just say I am not the most liked in District 9...

Breeze: Bad history...?

Silver: Well most people thought I was dead so....

Breeze: Wait what....

Silver: Yep....thought I was dead...

Breeze: Woah....how and why...

Silver: Some people tortured me.....left me for dead....but I never die...

Breeze: Well....this has been lovely but....

Silver: But now you have to interview one of the people who made my life hell....

Breeze: Wait Caleb is one of them....

Silver: Yes.....yes he is...

Breeze: Guess we will welcome Caleb Stoll to the stage then..

Caleb: So apparently Im a monster now

Breeze: Apparently you are...

Caleb: Yes....sadly....

Breeze: So why dont we hear your side to this story...

Caleb: Well for one, Silver was kinda the bully...

Breeze: Oooh a twist in the tale....

Caleb: Yep, so she tried to beat me up on the edge of town, and I told my friends and they came and backed me up, she attacked and knocked most of us out cold...

Breeze: Vicious....

Caleb: I know, the others fleed and when we woke up....she was gone....her blood soaked everywhere...

Breeze: Now...who do we believe...

Caleb: The innocent weak tiny 12 year old.....

Breeze: Or the monster from 9.......

Caleb: Not that hard is it....

Breeze: Nope, thank you so much for telling us this, but now we must move onto District 10.

District 10
Breeze: Ahh only 12 of our fine tributes left, so lets welcome Aliya Andropov to the stage.

Aliya: Well hello Breeze.

Breeze: Well hello Aliya

Aliya: Its great to be here

Breeze: Its great to have you here

Aliya: Well......

Breeze: Ahh......

Aliya: I guess.......

Breeze: Hmm......

Aliya: Well this was fun

Breeze: it was fun

Aliya: So...............ahh there was the buzzer, it was lovely.

Breeze: Oh yes it was....

Aliya: *whispers* Ugh little bitch

Breeze: Well now lets welcome Hadix Maven to the stage.

Hadix: Hiya, great to be here.

Breeze: Ok then, formalities done, lets get started with the interview..

Hadix: Yes, lets do this.

Breeze: Well, what are your plans for the arena....

Hadix: I do have an alliance worked out....Caleb, Levi and I are going to do this.

Breeze: Ahhh the old outer male alliance...a common strong alliance...

Hadix: Yep, and I know we can do it...

Breeze: Loving the confidence...

Hadix: Its all I have to give...

Breeze: So not much other than the confidence...

Hadix: I just do not want to let you in....

Breeze: Why not

Hadix: Welll....I just....just...

Breeze: Ahh guess we will never know, as now we must move onto District 11...

District 11
Breeze: Well then, just 10 of us left....so lets introduce Pinna Freitas

Pinna: Ok then, what do you want to know about me....oh and hi.

Breeze: Ehmm.......I think we will.....a bit about your family

Pinna: Oooh.....well I love my family so much....

Breeze: I know District 11 is usually a large family District....is that the case with you....

Pinna: Nope, only 5 of us....suppose thats big to some....

Breeze: Ahh, well its tiny to me...I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters....

Pinna: Well that is giant.....

Breeze: It is....so horrible...and sadly I was the youngest....

Pinna: Ohh....tough break....tough...

Breeze: Yes.....yes it was...so tough....*tear flows down cheek*

Pinna: Awww, its ok...

Breeze: It was....but....but....anyways....your time is up....

Pinna: Well bye, It was lovely talking to you...

Breeze: Now I must move onto Ames Viner, the king of the crop.....s

Ames: I am honored to be here....

Breeze: Great then, lets get started, tell us about your life before the reaping...

Ames: Ok then well I have always lived in District 11.....

Breeze: Which part of it...

Ames: In the south east....a small village...

Breeze: How many people...

Ames: Around 100....suppose it is one of the biggest...

Breeze: What is the main trade there...

Ames: Ehmm we are surrounded with orchards..

Breeze: I like apples....

Ames: Well I am sick of them by now

Breeze: Ahhh so not something you want to see in the arena

Ames: Boy no...unless I am starving

Breeze: Well it has been lovely talking to you, but I must move onto District 12.

District 12
Breeze: Ahhh only 8 tributes left...

Piper: Including me....

Breeze: Ahhh so lets all welcome Piper Hope to our hearts..

Piper: Oh you are so nice.....

Breeze: Well lets dive in, you are one of our youngest tributes this year, at 13 if I am correct...

Piper: Yes I am

Breeze: Yes so with only Caleb and Thias being younger...

Piper: Wait does that make me the youngest female....

Breeze: I guess it does....

Piper: That is not good......

Breeze: Ahh but you look smart...

Piper: I am smart...

Breeze: I bet half of them will easily be killed by your cunning

Piper: I hope so....I Piper hope so....

Breeze: Aha....lovely joke, but lets move onto our next tribute.....Armstrong Shadows

Armstrong: Hi....

Breeze: Well how are you

Armstrong: Fine....

Breeze: Do you think you can win this...

Armstrong: No....

Breeze: Sure you can, a 9 in training is impressive...

Armstrong: ...........

Breeze: Ok then.....well....

Armstrong: ...........

Breeze: Do you think the careers are strong this year?

Armstrong: Yes.....

Breeze: Ok then, well......

Armstrong: Bye....

Breeze: Well that was....different....strong but silent.....

District 13
Breeze: Ahhh well time is almost over, but still 6 to go, and lets begin with the wierd but wonderful, Plasma Periman.

Plasma: Oh yes, bang on...

Breeze: What are you talking about...

Plasma: Just how correct you were when you said I was wonderful.....and wierd to a certain extent...

Breeze: Ok then, but I mean look at your hair.....how do you get it like that...

Plasma: With hours, and I mean hours of work....

Breeze: Well, it really makes you stand out from the crowd...

Plasma: Oh yes it does...

Breeze: But sadly, in the arena I guess you will have to have it flat...

Plasma: Sadly I guess so....my token is my bandana so I will probably have my hair covered...

Breeze: Why?

Plasma: Oh, so that if I do win my hair wont be damaged.

Breeze: Ahhh makes sense, well it has been lovely but we must now move onto Levi Quister.

Levi: Great intro....just great...

Breeze: Ok so....we know you are in an alliance with....

Levi: Hadix and Caleb...

Breeze: Oh yes, now I remember...so do you think you guys have a chance.

Levi: I think we have as much as a chance as anyone else does.

Breeze: So why is that.

Levi: What if the arena is just a lot of small islands, and a vast ocean...

Breeze: I would expect District 4 to excel

Levi: See, and if it was fields

Breeze: 9 or 11

Levi: See what I am getting at...

Breeze: Yes....it all depends on the arena....the circumstances...

Levi: Yes it does

Breeze: Well thanks for the eye opener, but I must move onto District 14, the new District.

District 14
Breeze: Just 4 left.....and to take us down to 3, we must interview Kailani Kama....come join my up here...

Kailani: I am already here

Breeze: Great, guess we should get started then....

Kailani: Thats fine with me

Breeze: So in the bloodbath, what will we be seeing from you.

Kailani: Ahhh well that is a secret....

Breeze: Oooh guess I will have to watch and see...

Kailani: Yes you will

Breeze: Ahhh the parnoia.....I can not wait

Kailani: Well I can wait.....

Breeze: Dont be scared, District 14 did well, bot gaining 8's

Kailani: I suppose....but others got better

Breeze: Yes, but we must focus on the positives

Kailani: I suppose we should

Breeze: Well that was great, and now I must move onto Jeral Salvio, another strong contendor this year.

Jeral: I guess thanks for calling me strong

Breeze: Ahhh no problem....I only speak the truth

Jeral: Lay the flattery on thick

Breeze: I will, but we really must get on, what are your plans with these games...

Jeral: Well one thing....stay solo...

Breeze: Why

Jeral: I hate others.....especially those trying to kill me...

Breeze: Well that is the point of the games...

Jeral: Yeh....but you still dont find it a bit sickening...

Breeze: What is sickening about it...its fun

Jeral: Maybe for you....but I have to kill people

Breeze: Its the aim of the game

Jeral: A game I hate

Breeze: .......time is up....I guess.....well lets move onto District....wait...only the Capitol left....

The Capitol
Breeze: Well now we come to the end of our evening, with only our own home to go. Now may I introduce the gorgeous Alodia Rickel

Alodia: So how do you like the Capitol

Breeze: Woah shouldnt I be asking the questions

Alodia: Nah, lets give you a break

Breeze: Well thank you.

Alodia: But then, how do you like the Capitol

Breeze: Well I love it, so clean. So beautiful. So many places I know and love. Ever heard of Crescere's.

Alodia: Oh my god I love that place.

Breeze: Oh my god so do I

Alodia: The cream cheesecake with a cherry sauce, mixed with lemon seeds.

Breeze: Thats my favourite

Alodia: ME TOO

Breeze: Wow....we share so much, I could talk to you for hours.

Alodia: Same here

Breeze: But we now must move onto Orlando Bestena

Orlando: Hi, loving being here

Breeze: Loving having you here

Orlando: Thanks

Breeze: Well lets begin, as you are our last one, we may aswell ask you the most important question...which tributes do you think will win

Orlando: Alodia...

Breeze: Well that was an instant answer....why

Orlando: She just seems level headed....and strong minded.

Breeze: Ahhh she did seem calm when I talked to her

Orlando: And she just gets on so well with everyone

Breeze: Well......what about the careers....

Orlando: They dont scared me....not at all

Breeze: Ahhh well I must say goodbye, and I will see you-oh my god why is Alodia running at me waving her knickers....AHHHHHHHHH-

More Detail on The Games
So yeh, I will now explain the idea of the games. The tributes have been paired by training scores, strongest with strongest and weakest with weakest. Its basic. Yeh so in the arena they HAVE to be with their partner at almost 100% of the time. If they are not they will be killed. Unless the tribute dies though. Then they are free. They can ally with other tributes though, so the careers can be the careers and that. But they have to all ally with their partners. So yeh. Two partners can actually win, so there may be two victors. If a partner and partner are the last two.

The Bloodbath
The camera pans over the whole arena. Scanning every little detail. From the cornucopia, just over 20 metres from the shore, but all the tributes are on the beach. Lined up one after another. Then to the cove, deep purple water. Reefs swarming with fish. The blazing desert, rocks dotted across the place. Each completly different. Each filled with pain. The mutt forest, even from this distance you can see a wolf shaped beast, around the size of a bear. Dark black fur. Prickly in the morning dew. And finally it pans to the Haven Isle. The place everyone wants to be. The place that will leed anyone to victory.

It flashes back to the cornucopia....just as the count down begins...

Sixty...

Fifty...

Fourty...

Thirty...

Twnty...

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

As the gong sounds the tributes spawn out, each heading in a compeltly different direction. Most splash into the water, while others enter the arena. The camera zooms into the island containing the cornucopia, surrounded by the tributes trecking through the water, some grab bags which float around. While others head for the major treaures. Others though use their brains. Natalie instead of heading in stands on the beach, her eyes dart to the struggling figure of Asphalt. She dives under the cool ice blue water, appearing less than a metre from the figure of Asphalt. She grabs the back of his head and pulls it under the water, but still Asphalt puts up a fight. His foot smashes into the chest of Natalie, knocking the breath out of her, but this just leads to him being pushed down further. Another few seconds pass of the girl from 4 lets go of the body of the boy, floating to the surface. He lies there. Still as the beach the waves crash onto. Gone from this world. Natalie smirks before turning back to the cornucopia, wanting to spill blood this time.

Piper and Armstrong are just off the edge of the cornucopia, grabbing some supplies. One of the few pairings containing allies. They are grabbing what they can, while watching eachothers backs. A hand flies out of no where, smashing Piper over the head. She drops the large backpack she was carrying, and clatters to the floor. Armstrong on the other hand does not. He whirls around, armed with only his fists. He is welcomed with the sight of Jillian-anne and Drake, both armed. Both deadly. Another example of allies as pairs. One of the two other examples of District partners as pairs. Jillian-anne, who appears to be the one to knock down Piper stabs out with a thin blade she aquired as she struggled through the water. While Drake hits hard with a sword he retrieved from the back of the cornucopia. He tries to slam it into the chest of the rising Piper, but is deflected by the arm or Armstrong. A gash appears but he doesnt care. His fist sinks into the nose of the boy from two. Knocking him down. Jillian-anne, rage filled stabs her knife into his shoulder. But like with the gash he does not wince. He locks his hand round her head and with one sharp twist he kills her. Another limp figure to add to the pile. He scoops up the backpack Piper dropped on one shoulder, Drakes weapon on the other. He helps Piper to her feet, handing her Jillian-anne's knife in the process. They dont try and head back in, fearing the worst. So dive straight into the water, back to the mainland.

Mystique and Cain have decided to leave the careers and the anti-careers, to form an alliance of their own. They are both in the bloodbath, Cain is protecting Mystique while she unties a large tent set from the pick that lodges it in the ground. The other careers think Cain has gained Mystique as another ally for the careers, so have been avoiding hurting her. They manage to free the set, while Cain grabbed two backpacks, a trident and a long think metal whip. They enter the ocean, Cain powering them through. The careers notice this, and are about to take after them when they remember that they are only 2 tributes. Mystique and Cain hit the beach, dissapearing off into the arena.

Natalie has made it back to the cornucopia, and is currenty fighting back to back with Jade against Plasma and Ames. Both seem to be holding there ground, despite the low training scores, and the blonde bombshells seem to be falling back. Jade is considering backing off when Natalie falls back, her arm struck with a gash. She hobbles to the mouth of the cornucopia, grabbing a small bundle of cloth, tying it round the wound. Trying to stop the steady flow of blood. Jade takes one look, filling with rage she turns to see Plasma holding the bloody knife. Almost golden in the soft beat of the pulsating sun. She swings her sword over her head, before bringing it smashing down. Striking Plasma on the side of the head, an instant kill. But she can not rest, Ames also infuriated grabs a stone from the beach, and begins swinging at Jades hed. He misses the first four times, but on the fith makes contact with her shoulder. Luckily she just retrieves the sword with the other hand in time to plunge it straight through his side, catching his arm when it bursts out, blood pouring from the open wound. His arm stops just above her head, as the energy drains out. Onto the beach, and into the air. He was gone. Jade shakes this off, before returning a glance to Natalie, finished off with a small smile. As if to say you may have one kill, but I have two.

There was only around 10 concious people left at the cornucopia, with Drake and Natalie both unable to fight. Caleb and Dysterin have been standing close to the supplies, when Ranger attacked. She grabbed the back of her former allies head, and smashes it repeatadly on the side of the cornucopia. Caleb, panick stricken slowly backs off, clashing into Hadix and Levi. They instantly decide to resume their alliance, fleeing with minimum supplies away from the other tributes. Ranger on the otherhand, continues smashing the girls head on the side, a melicious grin across her face. Despite the fact she is already stone cold dead, she keeps smashing it. Her head filled with blood, blood coating the soft gold metal. It only ends when Sylvia, about to attack Lux plunges her knife into the head of Ranger. Wanting the pain to end. When both bodies hit the ground, Sylvia turns to her bigger threat. The boy from one.

When Sylvia reaches Lux, he is standing over the still body of Tori. Not dead yet but slowly creeping away. The beach around her is stained crimson with her blood, gashes and cuts coat her body, clearly they all came from the silver blade Lux is clenching in his pale hand. Such a comparison from the deep blood on the floor. Sylvia is about to throw her knife at his head when Lux moves, creeping up to Sylvia within a second.

"Do you think I want to see you die" His words pierce her ears, but carry no further.

Sylvia lowers the knife and stands on her toes to reach the ears of the towering careers. "Your a career...coarse you do. Its the way your brought up"

"Typical. I am not a killer. I kill to survive. I want as many of us to survive as we can"

Sylvia faulters, and stares into his face before replying hesitantly. "Wait...your not going to kill me"

"Nope, Im going to ally with you." He grabs Sylvia's hand, slinging a thick black bag over his shoulder, before dissapearing into the arena. Sylvia follows, grabbing a bag from the water as they pass, and slipping her knife into her pocket. She can hear the screams of Jade as she leaves with another one of her former allies, but she will not be the one who feels Jade's wrath.

Only 3 tributes, not counting Drake and Natalie, are left surrounding the cornucopia. Jade and the tributes from 14. The moment they see this though, they begin to back away. Leaping into the ocean, begin to slowly swim away. Piled down with supplies. Jade dives into the ocean, making her way more steadily through the jade water. With only her knife to pull her down beneath the quivering surface. She easily catches the pair, grabbing the back of Jeral's jacket. He stumbles back, almost making it out, but collapses into the sea, dissapearing beneath the surface. Kailani reaches the shore, but hesitates for a few seconds, before returning to help her partner. She withdraws a bow from her shoulder, shooting a flurry of arrows straight into the head of Jade. All make contact, but most just get tangeled in her hair, one drives into her eye, causing her to drop the knife beneath the waves. She pushes Jeral out of the way, and turns her attention to Kailani. Charging, blind in one eye, with only her fists to use. Jeral struggles above the waves, and scans to find the others. He is about to head over, when Kailani shakes her head frantically. Jeral, deciding he knew Kailani was lost charges into the land, away from any immediate danger. Kailani on the other hand, sent her only ally away. Jade easily overcomes her, pushing her under the waves. she takes the bow from Kailani, and wraps it tightly around her neck, ripping out the string, using it to take her third kill. She lets the body go loose, joining the body of Asphalt floating in the water. She pushes it out, and slowly makes her way back to the island. Using her last bit of strength, to push out the bodies of Plasma, Ames, Jillian-anne, Tori, Ranger and Dysterin out into the sea, allowing them to be collected. When she returns to the cornucopia she finds Natalie concious, and supporting a drowsy Drake. 3 careers with 21 other tributes free in the arena. All wanting blood.

Post Bloodbath
The careers rest at the supplies, with only three of them being there. Drake is hardly able to move, sleeping at the back of the cornucopia, hidden under a mond of blankets, while Jade and Natalie discuss the plans in the games. With Jillian-anne passing on, and both Lux and Cain deciding with their partners, they are sincerly low on allies. But high on supplies.

Jade sits on a box of food, covered in a thick cloth, just infront of the fire they created to heat them up. "I presume we are not going hunting"

Natalie looks up, a smile on her face. "Like you need more kills, 3 is what most get in the games as a whole...not just the bloodbath"

"I suppose....but 8...8 is not good". Natalies smile dissapears just as the words leave the mouth of Jade.

"I know...Lux, Armstrong, the 7 girl and the 6 female got kills aswell as us two". Natalie grabs a bag of apples, slipping one from its folds and sinking her teeth into it. Sending juice flying onto her face.

"Guess they are all threats..." Jade takes her knife, wiping a speck of blood from its silver blade. Before throwing it into the sand, sinking it into the sand.

A flash of horror appears on Natalie's face, her eyes widen, her face palens. "Lux and Sylvia are going to be a hard pair to take down"

"But the 7 girl was killed..." Jade chips in. She gains to her feet, and stares into the arena.

"We are still in good standing...the only one who could sneak up on us is Cain....he is a dynamite in water" Natalie joins Jade by her side, staring into a place she may die in. They share one last look, before Jade grabs her blanket from the floor of sand, before joining Drake. She pulls it over her body, nibbling on a small biscuit, as Natalie takes the first watch.