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. And they will be put in a series of tournaments and fight fight fight. 16 pairs will be fighting. There will be more details about other stuff later in this blog but for now thats all you need to know.

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.

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 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.

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 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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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), Natalie Brine (4) and Cain Levenhire (4) (Closed)

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

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

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

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...