User blog:DrewlovesKuinn/The 107th Hunger Games

Okay people, this is the 5th Hunger Games of mine, and I daresay, this one WILL be the best EVER. I will start with reapings, then chariots, then training (Group), then Interviews and finally, THE GAMES. As the last few of my games have been extremely sucsessful. ALL the rules will be simmilar, with a few exceptions. Just wanna say, I love writing and I hope these will be good :)

Introduction
This is the year 4107, under the rule of President Hurricane, Panem has finally found peace and harmony, but the games still run, people don't enjoy them, but they just happen. With the contiversity of last years games and there being no victor, Arabesque Lisbusten was executed publicably and the evil Kazzaman Assain will take his place. This year, she plans for the games to be very brutal and horrid. Victors of past years, including Aurora Wilde, Summer Harriet and her son Harry, Lauren Hill, Cinia Pacifica, Natalia Wren, Terri Rosedain and Pamline Falcon will all be characters in this tale of chivarly, braveness and character...

The 107th Hunger Games
This is the 107th Hunger Games, it is a normal games with the normal rules, normal ammount of tributes and deaths and normal everything. May sound boring, but I promise its not!!!

Rules
So, the rules, they are the same as the years before, but for you lazy folk, here they are!!!
 * First of all, don't get angry at me if your tribute(s) die, its the Hunger Games, and it wouldn't be the hunger games if people didn't die, it would be a stange tea party in the woods with loads of weapons... and that is boring.
 * This games, simmilar to my last games, will include mature language to an extent, if anyone has a problem, please inform me in the comments!
 * Max. 3 tributes from anyone, along with 2 stylists and anything else, please make these tribute good and not just a name.
 * No swearing at other users if they kill your tribute, this is the hunger games, and its all for fun!!!
 * Make all new bits of info about a tribute as a NEW COMMENT, it annoys me flicking through pages and pages for one comment, that may or may not be of use to me
 * Please no ADS ever, its annoying and no one goes on them anyway, and I'll just kill you AGH.
 * Don't post the same your tribute again...

Arena
No Idea, GAMEMAKERS ARE NEEDED

Gifts
All tributes can be sent something by their mentors and no one else, they can be sent anything within reason, everyone starts with one, and you get another for each day you survive. NOTE: Things like body armour and 300 knives will cost more than one gift, depending on the caliber.

Tributes
Yay, this is the fun part.

I RESERVE ANY RIGHT TO DENY A SUBMISSON IF IT IS NOT DETAILED ENOUGH ETC.

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Name

District

Age

Weapon

Appearance

Personality

Strengths

Weaknesses

Lumen's POV
I stagger out of my bed as my alarm buzzes, again and again. My eyes barely open and I think I may collapse in a minute.

"Turn that off!" screams my mum. I slam my hand down on the thing and it shuts off immeaditaly, I yawn, a big yawn, before heading over to my dresser, unfortunatley, there is a mirror on top of the cabinet and I get a glimpse of myself, and then almost jump out of my skin! Holy christ, my hair is half-mohawked on one side and flopped over my face on the other, I quickly grab a brush and drag it through my hair until I look more presentable than I was. Then I quickly throw in some clothes, a blue jumper and some jeans, I'm not a complete presentation freak, speaking of which I haven't heard fro-

"That top does not go with those jeans!" screams my sister, I spoke too soon, great. I turn to face her, little Gem, she's only 11 so she doesn't have to worry about the games, so she spends her time making sure that I'm colour coded and perfect. I stand still as she walks up to me and scoffs. I protest as she throws a soaking wet flannel at my face. Then I just snap.

"Stop being so stupid! No one cares!" I yell in her face, and then I storm out of my room, throw on mismatching shoes, just to annoy her, and walk out of the house. Not caring to close the door behind me, oh god. What have I done, I'm going to the reapings when I may be reaped and will never see her again and that's how I treat her. Oh that can't be good. I reach the square and the crowd just as Luna Radcliffe, our escort, bounds on. I quickly take the blood test and jog into the crowd. Her flourescent purple hair sways behind her as she walks across the stage, she's about 26, but she's had so many alterations that she looks around 40, her eyes are purple, and I'm sure that isn't real, and she seems to have had more plastic surgery done on her that some of the popstars in the 23rd century... Anyway, she walks across the stage dressed in a long purple dress that is translucent from the thigh down. This woman really does like purple doesn't she. The she totters across the stage to the reaping ball marked girls. Everyone falls silent as she places her hand in the ball, several girls look at it with anticipation, others with utter fear. She sways her hand left, right and the picks one up, she takes it out of the ball and giddily opens the slip.

"Rachel Edmond!" She screams, a 12 year old girl freezes and cries, I'm almost begging to voulenteer, but I'm a guy. Hundreds of hands shoot up, hundreds more sigh in relief. Luna surveys the crowd and her bush-baby purple eyes rest on one girl, she extends her hand in her direction and the girl runs onto the stage.

"My name is Artemis Swan!" she yells at us, she's around 17, and I think she's actually quite hot, but she's older than me, so it would be weird, maybe... Luna then strides over to the ball marked male, loads of guys anticipate her verdict, will they be able to go with Artemis, several cower in fear, but others, like myself, stand there, no emotions.

"Lumen James!" announces Luna, my knees buckle as I nervously head for the stage, my breathing feels forced as I stand with Artemis, she looks at me with a wary glance and what must be sympathy, no. I don't need sympathy, and I'm not gonna let some 17 year old heartbreaker stop me...

Callisto's POV
My eyes flutter open as the light streams in through the window, I want to close my eyes again but I know I can't. Its reaping today, and I need to be in the square with thousands of other kids from the district. Period. I throw back the duvet and climb out of my bed onto the marble floor of my bedroom, its freezing cold, so I hurridly put on my dressing gown and matching slippers before going into my walk in wardrobe. Its amazing, I keep forgetting how awesome it is to live here, I walk past my earings and shoes until I find my dresses, I tap the pad and a holograph of all my dresses appear, this technology was imported from the Capitol, and its state of the art, I swipe my hand and my dresses flick by, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and finally white. I select a white baby doll dress with a gold cardigan and ballet flats, I quickly slip them on and leave my wardrobe. I step down the spiral staircase to the ground floor where my parents await, my dad smiles at me, my mum beams even brighter, what is it?

"Callisto, your going to voulenteer today!" squeals my mum with utter delight, wait, what? No, no way. I look at my mum with a confused look, she beams brighter, I glance at my dad, he's giddy with delight. Oh god. Their serious? I turn round, trying not to let the confusion and shock show on my face. I can almost feel my parents' smiles drop as I storm out of the door, slamming it behind me. What were they thinking, I'm not voulenteering, never. Last year, the male got a knife in his forehead, and the girl got bitten by a spider. I'm not putting my life on the line, for them. The Capitol or my parents. I walk to the square, instead of driving, that's right. I can drive, having the richest parents in the district has its perks. To be perfectly honest, I prefer walking and being simple like the others in the district, it makes me feel, more... more normal, in a way, If you get what I mean. So I trek through the poor part of the district, I get a lot of dirty looks, that is one of the disadvantages of being super rich. So I just keep my head down, but its a little hard when everything around you is a horrible gray colour and your wearing white and gold. Why the hell did I pick this colour over colours like black... Oh well, I quickly walk to the square and stand in the que for the blood taking. Again, a load of dirty looks, and I stand out, because I'm the only one that hasn't been standing around in a worshop all morning. The girl in front of me walks through the gates and I step forward. The peacekeeper grabs my hand a little too hard. I guess he's jealous too. He grabs the blood taking machine and sticks it on my finger, and when the blood comes out, he doesn't stop, he rams it deeper and deeper into my finger, the electric pulse radiates through my veins, I think I may have a heart attack, suddenly, the head peacekeer tackles the peacekeeper off his chair, and the blood taker comes out my finger. Thank god. I look at the end of the machine, there must be around 10 millilitres of blood there, I feel woozy as I glance at my finger, then I wish I hadn't. A hole is in the tip of my finger, blood still trickiling out. I scream and run into the crowd, trying to calm myself, I take a shaky breath and steady myself, just as our escort, Mannas Flavious, a hugely fat and blue haired man, takes to the stage.

"Hey Everyone, welcome to the reapings for the 107th Hunger Games!!" he yells. He stops, waiting for applause, but to his dismay, he gets none! I almost laugh, but the pressure is on all of us, he walks over to a ball marked girls and puts his hand in, please, not me. Hundreds are on their toes, waiting to scream that they voulenteer, hundreds more sinking in fear.

"Katie Dobanar!" he screams, a terrified 12 year old girl walks onto the stage, all the girls are stunned. Screw what I said about not voulenteering, this girl has her whole life ahead of her, I'm not letting the games take that away from her.

"I goddam voulenteer!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I throw myself through the crowd, everyone stares at me in disbelief. I reach the stage and hug the girl, she thanks me and runs off the stage, back to her family. Mannas asks me my name, he already knows it, but its a formality.

"Callisto Marie." I whisper into the mic, now for the boys, Mannas walks over to the ball and sticks his hand in. He goes to say the name, but hundreds of hands shoot up, he walks to the front and chooses a small looking one named Tyson Phillips. No idea why he chose him, he was probably the smallest among the voulenteers, but he looks fierce and ready. Let the 107th Hunger Games begin Callisto, let them begin...

Ryker's POV
"Ouch!" I exclaim as my finger touches the underside of the remote, I flip it over, wires are exposed. I just got an electric shock! I glance to the right and my brother Axel stands there sniggering. He thinks this is funny, I'll show him what is funny. I stand up from the seat and storm over to him, he instantly shuts up and craps himself, he may be 16 and tall, but I'm taller, so I tower over him, fists clenched. He glances to the left, then the right, and then he does something I don't expect, he slaps me right in the face. I swing for him and slam him in the jaw with my right hand. He falls to the ground and I resist the urge to show my pain, I glance at my knuckles, the skin looks almost grated off and red. Perfect. I look at my snivelling excuse of a sibling, and then I kick him in the base of the back, he goes sprawling across the floor, howling in pain. I lean down to him and move away a strand of hair.

"Reapings." I whisper menacingly into his ear, he tries to move his head, but instead smacks it off the floor. I laugh a little before walking out of the room, there, that will teach him not to do that to me. I grab my coat of the rack and go out the door, into the raining streets of District 3, I walk to the square as fast as I can, I hate the reapings, a lot, and I want them over with. Badly, I hear footsteps and I see my brother leave the house and run up to me, I ignore him, deftly looking the other way as he tries to speak to me, he starts tugging on my jacket and I lose it.

"Get the hell away from me!" I scream in his face, I kick him in the groin and leave him there, crying in pain in the middle of the street. God, will that kid ever learn, I make it to the square on time and stand in the que for blood taking, my brother arrives, covered in mud and water, his hair unkempt and shaggy. Wow, he sees me and joins a different que, yeah, he's trying to dodge me. The peacekeeper calls me forward and I stick out my finger, he takes the blood, but it was the same finger as the electric shock, so it is more painful than usual. Silently, I stand with some others in my class as we wait for our rep, Lucy Uganda. When she does arrive, its obvious she has, last year, she was vaugley normal, now, she's pink... She walks across the stage, her green hair dancing behind her in a cascade of curls. I think I'm going to be sick... She looks like something our ancestors would call "out of a horror movie". She totters over to the ball marked girls in her... flamboyant yellow outfit, and sticks her hand in. She swirls it left and picks one.

"Jone Depaul!" She yells, A older girl walks onto the stage and stands with Lucy, no emotions. Now they boys, I look for Axel, I can't see him anywhere, where is he. I'm shocked back to my senses by Lucy, of all people.

"Axel Zayn!" yells Lucy. Oh my god. I hate my brother, but I love him. My hand flies into the air and I scream my name over and over.

"Ryker Zayn!" I scream and yell over and over, my feet find the stage and I run to Lucy, the world begins to fleet in front of my eyes and I feel my body hit the ground...

Perdere's POV
"Blue or Periwinkle?" I ask my sister Sandy. She shrugs and goes back to painting her nails black and putting on mascara. I need to look my best for the reapings, we are a career district. We must make an impression on the escorts if we wish to voulenteer, then again, Sandy is too goth to be selected, I glance back and she is inkking her golden locks with black marker, she could be so beautiful if she followed my fashion tips, I place the periwinkle against my skin, then the blue, yeah, periwinkle is better. I slip the satin top over my head and tie a ribbon around my waist as a belt, then I grab some jeans and step into them, I turn to Sandy and she looks at me like I've grown another head. She walks towards me with that marker and I swat it out her hands, it flies towards the window and crashes through it, raining glass and marker ink onto passers by below. Great. I look at Sandy and she looks terrified. I step into my shoes and storm downstairs, to where my mum sits, reading the newspaper and eating breakfast. I storm over to her.

"Why did you have to have nine children? Why not just one!" I slam my hand on the table and then storm away, just as Sandy walks down the stairs, decked out in her goth clothes. I roll my eyes and slam the door on my way out. I remember before the accident. Me, Sandy, Mum, Dad. My other 7 siblings. Reef, Tide, Blue, Mariana, Pearl, Crest and, most hauntingly, Allie. Its such a clear memory. Dad taking us out on the boat. Mum, Sandy and I staying at the back, the other 7 playing around. One lifeboat. On hell of a stormy day. I remember the waves crashing over the side of the boat, my brothers getting soaked. Dad trying to warn them not to get to wet. Sandy, 5 year old Sandy, and 7 year old Perdere, sat with their Mum, too scared to join in. Then there was that huge wave, it came right over and hit Tide, he was thrown off the boat by the force and we tried to help, we throwed the life jacket, another wave hit, just as Dad ran for Allie, he was swept off the boat, one by one, they were all thrown from the boat, only Blue, Sandy, Allie, Mum and myself were left on the boat, blood, my brothers and sister's blood, was all over the floor, our boat was cracked and smashed. Blue was 14, so he held 3 year old Allie, he went to go to the capitan's quarters, to steer us back to the main land, but, this month, was shark month. A shark jumped from the water and took a chunk of Blue's head off, Allie fell as we raced for her, the water hit again, sweeping her from us, into the water, as we watched as she helplessly drowned. I, as the oldest child left, was awarded with a fish cross, meaning I would get food delivered every day to my house for my bravery and chivarly. Yeah right, but the upside was, I didn't have to take teressa, at all. I come back to my senses as I slam into the local fisherman, Mr. Fisher. He yells at me and walk past him, sticking up my middle finger as I pass him. I reach the square, just as the escort Flipper MacCai appears. See, he likes District 4 so much, he decided to become half fish. So he is blue, with scales, a tail and, worst of all, gills! He prances around the stage as I get my blood drawed and stand in the crowd.

"The mad little male tribute is Dejohn Young and the wee person for the girls is Perdere Casey!" I dunno the giy, I think he was there at the harbour when Mum, Sandy and I got back, and the girl is... me. Oh god. I stumble onto the stage and stand with Flipper, he tries to hug me and I savagly slap him in the gills, before storming into the justice building, trying to stop the tears from forming...

Xander's POV
''I sprint through the trees, the appear in random places, my left, my right. In front of me, I slam full on into it. Oh god. I grab a limb of the tree and haul myself up, just as a knife hits my right shoulder. My left arm pulls me up and I yank the knife out of my shoulder. Hot, metallic blood drips from the cut as I climb higher. Higher, higher. The green and brown swim before my eyes. Scaring the hell out of me. I look down, they are all there. The careers, one, two, three, four, five and six. Six to one. One throws a knife, five swings her sword and I feel my body fall from the tree. Falling, falling. I slam into the ground and a crack fills the air. Oh god, my arm won't move. Three circles me. Choosing a knife. Taking it out of her jacket, leaning over me. I get a good look at her face. Its... its my sister! She plunges the knife into my throat and my life flashes. Everything goes black.''

"Ah!" I scream as I topple out of my bed, cold sweat coats me from head to toe. My head hurts like hell as I run my hand through my hair, a sickly, red substance leaks onto my fingers. Crap. I sit up and haul myself into the bathroom, and I get a look at myself, Jesus! I need a shave! I grab a paper towel and run the cold tap, well, I say cold tap, but there isn't any hot water here, so all water is cold. I pat the back of my head slightly, until the bleeding stops. But I still feel woozy, so its an effort to get dressed. When I am finally dressed I walk into my living room, my dad raises his mug of coffee to me and proclaims that I am the best son someone could ever have, because I have not been reaped for the games in 6 years. 5 years, Dad. Today isn't over. I could still get reaped... yeah I know I shouldn't think about it like that, but you need to keep an open mind about these things! I quickly wolf down my breakfast as say goodbye to my parents. Its gonna be a long day... I walk down the street, begining to notice things I haven't noticed before, how the baker's sign changes colour in the light, how the cobble change when they get wet. Yeah, its raining, and I forgot to bring a jacket, so I'm pretty much soaked, its the kind of rain that seeps into your bones and slows you will to live. Hopefully it won't last long though... hopefully. Well, looks like someone has been listening! The rain clears up finally and I make it to the blood taking, a short, squat and unshaved man sits at the desk, holding out a pair of blood takers, the boy in front of me squeals as his blood is taken, wimp. But then I recognise him, 12 year old Malcom Xavier. Yeah, he's the richest kid in the district, not having to take part in the hunger games, ever. But we all assumed that was because of his wealth, not because he is under 12. Now he's 12, so he has to go through what I've gone through for 6 years. I stick out my finger and ignore the throbbing as it pounds through my finger. I have a lot of teressa, and I'm starting to get nervous. Really nervous. By the time Gwen Holden, our District 5 rep appears on the stage, I'm a total wreck. She has flowing grey hair and beautiful green eyes, she must be around 55, 60. But there isn't a wrinkle in sight, no noticable transformations like some escorts, but she is okay...ish. She walks to the mic and calmly begins her speech.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the reapings for the 102nd Hunger Games." she whispers with no emotion, of course the mic projects it so we can all hear, but its still so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. She walks across the stage, her footsteps echoing across the district, every single person has a pair of eyes trained on Gwen, how does she do that, I would freak out if I had half the ammount watching me!

"'''Yune Asher." '''she announces in a clear and almost sad voice. A girl with flaming red hair walks onto the stage. Okay, the girls are over, now its the boys. I have a lot of teressa, but I should be okay. I hope.

"Xander Flint." Oh... oh god! That's me, I am Xander Flint. I have been chosen for the hunger games. A thousand thoughts flood my head. How? Why? But only one has any meaning to me. I will never see district 5 again. I will die. My life is over.

Regina's POV
I hate district 6. I hate the smell of oil that is always present, I hate the fact that we all need to work on cars and trains for the capitol to enjoy. I hate that I have to be what my district wants me to be, and not what I want to be. I hate how they decide my future, my present. These are my choices, not someone in a fat cat house, drowning in their wealth. If I could decide, I would not be a mechanic, or a engineer. I would do something better, like a teacher. Or even a nurse. No. My stupid parents had to go and... well. I'm not allowed to say. Fine, I'll tell you. You know how its President Hurricane we have right now, and it used to be President Kane. Well, there is your answer. My parents fueled a rebellion after last years games. My mother rallied a few from my town in the district. Then my father managed to secure a train carridge on the train last year, so they ended going along with last years tributes to the capitol. Then they took the guns to the chariot rides. And sniped the President, guarenteering me a spot in this years games, and getting them executed, along with Arabesque. So, I've been living this last year in the gutters, begging for food. A long way away from my old life. I don't know why I have to go to the reaping. My parents have sealed my fate, I will be in this years games, no matter what. Good for me. I walk down the street with my friend Michelle. Michelle has known me since nursery, and she knows this will be the last time we speak. My last time in district 6. We reach the blood taking in an utter state. Michelle is crying, messing up her best dress. I wrap my arms around her and she cries into my shoulder.

"I'll miss you Regina." she whispers. I hold her close and pat her on the back. She comes out of the embrace and we get our blood taken in silence. We walk into the square, every single girl in the district is calm today. Because they know I'm the tribute. Our escort Purr Miaow walks onto the stage. He's part cat, with ears, fur and even a tail. Its a little freakish, but I can remember that the 4 escort is part fish!

"The female tribute is...Regina Rahilly!" he shouts. Yeah, we know I'm the tribute. I walk onto the stage and stand quietly, ignoring people who gaze at me weirdly. Just because I'm in the games. Actually, you know what. I will win these games, I will come back. I will show all these people I deserve to be alive! I will win! I stand next to Purr, ignoring his exsessive squeaks and miaows, as he calls the male.

"Can Leo-Di Martino come up here please!" he purrs playfully. Leo walks onto the stage and grasps my hand firmly. I'm way to young for him, but he is a total hunk. Any girl would be lucky to have him. Shame he's likely to be dead this time next month.

Liam's POV
I leave my bed in a rapid hurry. In district 7 you have to be in the square, 9 a.m. sharp, or. Well. It gets ugly. I remember the last time someone was late. Yeah, that was messy. Blood was everywhere, guts strewn across the street, bodies strapped to the mast. It was never a sight that we enjoyed, but it was a sight we were used to. Whippings, Hangings and killings are common in District 7, one happens pretty much once a week, its never nice, especially when its someone you know, but you get over it, and pray your family will never be a part of it, but for a family full of black market traders, illegal hunters and theives, no amount of luck can hold out forever, not even the most crafty and cunning can get away forever. My family were caught. My uncle was hung, my aunt whipped, my parents shot, my brother and sister strapped to a post and set on fire, all in front of me, and a crowd of spectators. Its horrible. So, instead of killing me (cause the district is nice like that) they just decided to force me into the games, so this year, I just have to attend the reaping, and look suprised when my name is called.

"Finger." The voice shocks me back to reality and I look at the peacekeeper, I don't remember walking to the square, or this paticular peacekeeper, I give him my finger, and he swiftly removes the blood from my finger, dropping it onto his page. I leave the station and head into the square, trying to remember that peacekeeper, I can't remember him at all. I rack my brains. When, when! oh god. I have seen him. The whippings, no. Was he at the Reapings last year? No. Then, it hits me. It hits me like a tonne of bricks. I know where I saw him. He was the peacekeeper. The peacekeeper that killed my family. I remember him striked my aunt across the back. Tie the knot in the rope for my uncle. The one that fired the gun. The one that set the posts alight. This peacekeeper ruined my life, and he knows it. I glance back, to see if he's still there. He grins at me, wide and scary. I want to smash his face in, really badly. But that will sentence me to a fate worse than death, worse than the games. Torture, who knows what else. I look back to see the grotesque face of our escort, Matilda Green. Green, how fitting. Matilda is a bright, vivid green colour. Her skin is streched across her face in a unhumanly fashion, her hair is a bright red, burning red. She looks ridiculous. She stands next to the mic and clears her throat.

"Welcome boys and girls, to District 7's reaping!" she raises her arms, as if to embrace us all. I fold my arms, this is ridiculous. She looks a little hurt, and blushes a little, before walking over to the girls ball.

"Mildred Ervine." she announces.

"Its Milly." says a gruff and angry voice, who I am assuming is Milly Ervine. She walks onto the stage, a scowl across her face, okay, the girl has been reaped, time for me to look suprised when its my name.

"Liam Sly." Oh, oh no! I've been picked! How is this happening? Yeah, yeah. I walk onto the stage, fake tears rolling down my cheeks, I ignore Matilda as she tries to hug me. I look out over the crowd, they all seem a little dissapointed that I am the tribute for 7 and Milly is the female. Since the suprise quell, District 7 hasn't done so well. Think about it, 103rd Hunger Games, we won and got 2nd place. 104th, we both died in the bloodbath. 105th we had a victor. 106th, one in the bloodbath and the other came 5th. Maybe Milly will go far, cause I know I won't. Goodbye District 7, I am not going to miss you.

Raven's POV
Sweat drenches me from head to toe, my hair is slick and my clothes stick to my skin. The smell of Body odour fills the air and finally wrenches to my senses. My dad walks in, no shirt on and only a small pair of shorts on.

"Dad, c'mon! Really!" I squeal, he quickly sees me and runs out the room. Sigh. He must of thought I was still asleep and was coming to wake me. I quickly get out of my bed and shake off the nightmare. The usual one. My mum. Being whipped, over and over and over again. Her back turning from white to a charred red then to nothing but blood and flesh, dripping from the mast, to the ground as the peacekeepers laughed. I watched as the life ebbed away from my mother. Terrible dream. Terrible reality. Yeah, my mother is dead. And the peacekeepers are to blame. I've held a grudge for a while now. Its been 4 months. My first reaping is today. And like any 12 year old, I am not only scared out of my mind. But relieved that I have a one in a million chance of being picked. I quickly dress myself and wipe away the sweat that consumed me. And then I leave the house, while my dad sits reading a book.

"Bye Dad." he replies with a grunt and I leave the room. Onto the raining streets of District 8. My home. I walk down the street to the square, passing several shops closing up for the reaping. I've seen this happen a lot recently. Each year, everyone closes their shutters and heads out. Not wanting to be caught up in the horror of a reaping. I make it to the square and ignore everyone until the blood taking. Which takes a while. But then I'm fine. And in the square, our escort Jonas stands on the stage. His ponytail flicks in the wind as he paces the stage.

"Welcome District 8, our tributes this year are..." he gives a dramatic pause before continuing. "Raven Degrasi and Keyton Faring!" he shouts in a very capitol voice. I smile because my name hasn't been said... wait. My name is Raven. My name is Raven Degrasi. I have been chosen for the hunger games. My life is over.

Andy's POV
I wipe away a bead of sweat as I hack away the last handful of grain in the workday. Its reaping day, so we get out of work in the fields at around 9 o'clock, so we get to just slack off. I quickly place the last handful of grain in the truck and begin to walk back to the farm house with my siblings. All 5 of us. My big brothers, Joh, Lou and Gray. And my sister Della. Yes, we all work in our dad's fields. Getting grain to make into bread and other things. No time for fun or anything. Luckily, this is my final reaping, so then I can worry about my sister having her last one, and the Pillar family is home free! So, we walk back, ready to enjoy the day off. When my sister walks up to me and asks something that throws my day outta proportion.

"How much Teressa did you take, I have loads?" My head spins. She... she took Teressa! That was the one thing she promised. No teressa. Ever. It would be the guys that took it, because we could hold our own in the arena. My eldest brother, Joh, finished reapings 3 years ago. Then Lou, 2 years ago. Gray finished last year, and this is my last year, with a grand total of 46 slips. But my sister has done the unthinkable. Taken the teressa that she was never to take. I begin to walk to the square after dropping off our work gear at home. Its a long walk, and there is only two of us, so it isn't long before the conversation starts.

"If you do get reaped, what will you do?" she asks me. I think for a witty response, but decide to actually give her a proper one.

"I would probably be really upset. Maybe angry." I reply. She nods assent as if this is what she was thinking and I smile. All the Pillars... we are very alike. When we make it to the square, we quickly go through the blood taking and wait paitently as the escort arrives. Emma Stewart. Around 25 and one of the most normal escorts in the world of Panem. She has golden blonde hair and coffee brown eyes. Beautiful.

"Greeting District 9. Your female tribute is Peyton Whitley." A stunning girl my age with beautiful blonde locks and piercing blue eyes. Angelic Beauty. Emma looks sorry to have told this girl she has to die. But she seems to be taking it well. As I think she is contemplating winning.

"And the male is Andy Pillar." I look to Della. Lets go home. I can't be bothered to be here. But she seems to just stare, eyes widening. When I realise. The name called was me. I am the male for District 9.

Sarah's POV
Quickly, I collect the eggs from the chicken hut, delicatly placing them in the basket and carrying them back. I rub the head of my favourite chicken, Cluckles. I stroke his head and under his chin where he likes it the best. He clucks with happiness and I smile goodbye to him. When I reach my house and open the door, I see my dad standing there, a grin on his face.

"Hey Sarah!" he says giddily. I wonder what he's so excited about. Then I see the hand he has behind his back and I wonder. But then he produces a pair of tickets to a rodeo, but not just any rodeo, the Cow Hide Rodeo! Its the most exclusive rodeo in District 10! Its almost impossible to get tickets.

"After the reaping! You and me! The rodeo!" he gasps. Me! He's taking me to the rodeo! I run to him and throw my arms round him. I love my dad. But first. We have the reaping to get through. I walk down the street to the square and quickly go through the blood taking and stand in the square. The escort runs on, Milo Flickerman, grandson of Caesar. An escort. He is huge, barely able to stand, as he reaches the mic.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen of District 10. Your female tribute is Sarah Backmon and the male is Talon Rosedain."

Talon Rosedain... Rosedain. Where have I heard that before? Oh yeah! The last two games have had a member of the Rosedain's as a tribute. As for the girl... that was me. I walk onto the stage, puzzled and scared. When I see Talon, the way his hair falls delicatly to the right. He is very good looking. My heart does a somersault in my chest and I am terrified of what it is telling me. I can't be in love. Not when I've been reaped.

District 11

Steven's POV
"Hurry! We are gonna be late!" frets my mother as she runs across the house, checking clocks and throwing clothes at us. I quickly put on what she has given me as she runs to my other siblings, making sure they look prim and proper for the reaping. Don't wanna look bad if we get our named called. Yep, that's my mum.

"Bye!" I yell as I walk out of my room and to the door, when suddenly my mum appears at the door. She quickly fixes my hair and my shirt, making absolutley unnoticable alterations to my appearance. When she is finished, I push her aside, and walk out onto the streets of District 11. I walk slowly with my hood down. I'm 12 years old. I have no chance of being reaped, because I have 1 slip in millions. Countless others have traded their lives for food. Horrible. I make it to the square and quickly go through the blood taking, ignoring the stinging feeling. And walk into the large crowd as our escort Tyler Woods walks on. She has long dark hair and mid ranged skin, but looks normalish.

"Can Megan Adlebarr and Steven Valle come up here please!" Megan Adelbarr... I think that name rings a bell. Oh yes! Blake Adlebarr was a tractor driver for our farm until he was he was killed by an out of control bull in the field, one horn, right through his heart. It was messy. And very upsetting. Megan was destroyed and hated our family. As for the boy... Steven. That's me... oh my god. Megan must be enjoying this, the chance to kill me... like her father died in our care.

Argent's POV
''Chop! Chop! ''I slice the last part of the carrot and quickly place the chopped pieces in the pot, I go to put the knife back in the drawer, but it skids across my finger, cutting it open. Blood gushes from the open wound, dripping onto the table. I quickly drop the knife and scream in pain. I grab a towel and press it hard to my finger. Blood seeps through as I search through the cabinets for a plaster, I manage to find one pretty quickly and wrap it round my finger. I quickly put the pot onto the cooker and reach for my jacket. I quickly shove one arm in and then the next.

"Bye Mum!" I shout as I leave the house, she gives a grunt of assent and I flash her a smile. She doesn't really care, lucky me. I only got a few years to go. I glance at my incoherent, alcoholic mother. Before slamming the door on my way out. I trek down the street to the blood taking, which I quickly sail through. I stand in the square as our escort Thomas MacPherson walks on stage. He has glasses and lots of fakery done to his face. He walks about for about five minutes before starting the reaping.

"Argent Carroll and Palo Liathold everybody!" A monstorous boy walks onto the stage as his name is called, everyone waits for the female. When I realise, the female is me! I've been chosen, I walk up, emotionless and stare at Palo. District 12 may finally have a victor, and its not me.

Luna Grove's POV
As the head stylist of the 107th Hunger Games, I must watch all of the chariots as the pass, and mark them from one to twelve on a scale of beauty. I sit back in my seat near the president and smile. I can't wait at all.

First comes District 1, Lumen and Artemis are beautifully dressed in long and flowing costumes, his is a bright yellow with light blues and greens working through it, she is in a long dress of a light pink with yellows and blues through it. They are very beautiful and evenly matched. Wait! What is this, the two are kissing, they have blown the crowd out of the water, I will reward them with an 8!

Next up is District 2, Tyson and Callisto are looking exceptional in their replica roman outfits, he is in a gladiator uniform, a full body armour, fit with a replica sword and acsessories. Callisto is in a light blue toga that falls to her knees, she looks innocent with is in a contrast to Tyson's brutal fighting gear. This looks very good with the two of the, so I will reward them with a 7!

Now we have District 3, Ryker and Jone look okay in their jumpsuits, they are black with twinkiling constellations, yawn. Very boring look, I go to jot down a three when suddenly, the jumpsuits begin to crackle with electricity, I look back to them as yellow light courses through their bodies as they begin to rise from the chariot! Yes, they are flying! This is beyond awesome, I will reward them with a nice score of 10!

Next up is District 4. Dejohn and Perdere look stunning in their outfits, glistening scales and releftive particles shine off of their radiant costumes. He is as a merman, holding the girl in his arms, she is a mermaid, they both hold a glowing trident. But there is more to this outfit than meets the eye, I look closer to the scales and see that each has crusted blood holding it in place. I was going to reward them with something high like an 11, but this has scared me into lowering that to a 6!

Now we have District 5, Xander and Yune are looking terrible in their outfits, its purple and glowing, they look okay, but the thing it, its not them or their district at all! This is ridiculous, they glow a little and it may be pretty, but that is not the main idea of chariots. The stylist must be exucuted now! I am giving them a dismal 3!

Next we have District 6, Leo and Regina are looking worse than District 5, Regina is dressed as a train and Leo is sitting on her shoulders, pretending to drive the train. I bury my head in my hands with the shame of seeing them, and another stylist on the exucute list. I am giving them the score of a 1!

After them is District 7. Liam and Milly are looking very natural and eco friendly in their outfits, instead of being dressed as a tree, they have been made into trees, Milly has been painted into a thousand shades of brown, green leaves stemming from her sides and legs. Liam looks like a baby spaling, to show his innocence and youth. I really liked this one, so I'm handing them a 11!

Then we have District 8. Keyton and Raven are looking dismal in their outfits, I can smell the bad workmanship from here, I scrawl another stylist on the exucute list. I look back to them, Keyton is dressed as a ball of thread, basically making him a ball, and Raven is a needle. Yep. This is definetley getting a 2!

Next up is District 9, Andy and Peyton look fabulous in their outfits, the chariot has been painted so that from the angle I'm watching at, it looks like a sea of grain, Peyton and Andy are swept away in the sea as the are painted in, its so entertaining to try and find them amongst the grain, which is why I'm rewarding them a fabulous 9!

Now we have District 10, Sarah and Talon look absolutely fabulous in their outfits, each has a cow print top with frills and leather trousers, the may look like cowboys and girls, but there is one element that gives them the upper hand. They are riding the bulls around the chariot, its awesome, like a bullfight up close. The adrenaline is pumping, giving them a 12!

Then its District 11. Steven and Megan seem to hate each other, and they can't put it aside for 10 minutes for a chariot ride. Despicable, suddenly, Steven grabs Megan's hair and pulls, hard. She fights back, and by the time the chariot is at the end, they are both bleeding and covered in scratches. How pleasant. I am giving them a 4!

District 12 comes last, Palo and Argent are wearing their normal miner's outfit, the girl tries to rock it, but she knows its not happening. There is one last score to give, and that is the score of 5!

Lumen's POV
"So, should we let them in?" I say to my fellow careers. I look to Artemis, I still don't know where that kiss came from. I don't know what I feel for her. Was it just to get sponsors? Or was it because I felt something for her? She avoids my gaze and busies herself with fighting a dummy. She shrugs and I look to Tyson. He nods his head a little. And then attacks a dummy with an axe. I sigh and look to Callisto, she shakes her head. Okay then. I don't mind, Artemis doesn't care. Tyson says yes, Callisto says no. Dejohn? He gives a grunt of assent. And I turn my gaze to Perdere. She nods happily and I look to the recruits. Leo and Palo. They look to me with questioning eyes and I smile.

"Sure you can join!" I exclaim. Palo smiles and punches the air. Leo walks over to our group and begins attacking some dummies. That gives us 8 careers in total. I walk over to Artemis and flick my head to the right. She gets the message and leaves her weapons, then walks over to the deserted climbing wall.

"Did you really want to kiss me?" she asks.

"I don't know... did you want to kiss me?" I ask back. She blushes a beet red before looking back to me and nodding.

Artemis's POV
I look deep into his eyes, the way his blonde hair falls just the right way. The way his kind eyes melt my soul. I don't care how many can see us, I'm doing this now. I walk forwards and quickly embrace Lumen. His breath is warm on my neck and I begin to want more. I kiss him. I pull back from the embrace and kiss him. I kiss him with a passion that stirs something in my chest. And when we finally pull apart, we each are smiling.

"I think I love you." I say.

"I do to." Is his reply. I smile and begin to walk away, hand in hand with Lumen, back to the weapons training, which us careers have dominated. I look around the room to see which of these weaklings will die first. I look to several clumps of people hanging around some of the areas. The pair from three seem to be working on snares together. The pair from 7 aren't doing much apart from talking. Then I see the tiny boy from 11 trying to speak to the girl from 9. She could snap his neck in a second. But something puts me off balance. An alliance of 6 or 7 has formed, I look through to see what faces I recognize. Both from 10, the girls from 11 and 12. The girls from 8 and 5 too. I see the 8 boy eyeing them closly, as if he wants to join. We have to stop this now. Before the alliance gets any stronger, because then they could take the careers.

Tyson's POV
I stare at Artemis and Lumen as the giggle and kiss. Its getting ridiculous. If I wasn't a career with them, I would have taken their eyes out by now. I look to Callisto, who looks exactly as I feel. The new guys are just attacking some stuff. Seems like we may have the upper hand, but that group forming over there seems to be quite strong... then again. They are letting any scruff in, even that 12 year old from 8. I'm pretty sure half of them won't survive. I look to Palo. He knows that he will have to kill Argent at one point.

"Right... should I show you a real career fight?" Leo and Palo nod, I quickly grab Dejohn and look him in the eye. Lets fight. I grab my sword and slash at Dejohn, he isn't ready, at all, the sword hits his chest and cuts right through his thin shirt. He collapses, blood pouring from his chest. He hits the ground and groans, prompting several assistants to come running, they quickly drag him away to the infirmary, as I hold a bloody sword. I am in so much trouble.

Callisto's POV
"Tyson! What the hell!" I scream as I run over to him, they drag Dejohn away, but he is a mess and bleeding everywhere, I doubt they'll make it to the infirmary before he goes. I look to Tyson with a threatening look and he drops the bloody sword.

"Their not gonna reward you for that one!" I shout in his face, I clench my fist and sock him right in the jaw, there and then, he hits the ground on his back and gives an almighty grunt. I look back to our new recruits and give a curtsey.

"That is a real career fight!" I scream, before sitting next to Perdere and Artemis, I hold my head in my hands. This is ridiculous! Already one career down, what if he can't even fight in the arena. Will there be a replacement. No, he will be there, the Capitol can fix him up.

"Why are we so rubbish..." murmurs Artemis. I think I agree with her.

Ryker's POV
''Ping! I pull back the string again and let another arrow fly. Ping! ''It hits the board with a good stick, except that its no where near the target, it managed to stick into the far side, all the way up to the tail. Well, I know that I'm strong, but seriously, I gotta work on my aim.

"We need to perfect it, we can't afford anything but the best." says Jone. I don't know why we are hanging out, we aren't even friends, just district partners, not even allies. She doesn't want them, I don't want them. Maybe that's why we are hanging out. I look back to her, she disembowells a dummy in no time flat. She'll go far. Myself, not so sure. ''Ping! ''I let another arrow fly. Expecting it to hit the wall or a 3 or something. But it doesn't. I watch in wonder as it hits the centre so hard it topples over. I look to Jone. And she starts clapping.

Jone's POV
"That.. that was amazing!" I squeal. I quickly get back my composore and my facade.

"It could be a lot better, tighter string, quicker reload, but yes. It was good." I say, that works better for the ffront I'm putting on to get a better sponsor. But I am still thinking about the few days to the games, I could be dead in a second, so I need to get my game face on.

"Ryker, do you want to ally." I say with no emotion, he nods and goes back to firing his bow into the target, I begin to hack away at a dummy. Sending parts of canvas everywhere, I look to the careers with a smiling face. I am so gonna kill each on of them, with the help of my new ally.

Dejohn's POV
"Are you okay sir, do you need anything?" says the nurse. I shake my head and she quickly walks away. I move my arm to reach for the coffee and my chest pain flares up. Its agony and my fingers slip, the cup falls from my hand and shatters on the floor, hot liquid and shards of the cup go flying every where, across the room. I press the buzzer for my nurse and she comes running.

"It just fell from my hand!" I exclaim, she grunts and quickly cleans up the mess and heads off. I have nothing to do, so I just think. And the one though I can hold onto is, I may not be able to train... but I am still a career. At least I hope so. The others could have shunned me so I can't be in the careers, just because of this stupid injury. Thanks Tyson...

Perdere's POV
I sigh and look across the room to where the boys are practising their fighting. Whereas the girls, Callisto, Artemis and myself sat on a bunch of benches. Discussing, who knows what. All I know its that I'm bored out of my mind, and wanna be in the games, killing a few folk.

"What you gonna say at the interviews?" asks Callisto, Artemis shrugs and I look at the pair of them.

"I will talk about my family, how I lost 7 siblings and a parent in a boat accident and how I survived, and all of them didn't. About how I am a survivor." I almost smile at the face I get from Callisto. Half utter shock, half utter sadness. I give her a small smile, before looking to Artemis, the girl couldn't care less.

Xander's POV
I slash my sword through the dummy's chest, I go to yank it out, but it catches on something, something hard, and the dummy falls over, my sword going with it. The dummy hits the ground, hard, and my sword goes flying with it, it smashes off the ground and the momentum makes it snap out, its flies across the room, handle first, straight towards the big alliance. There is no time to move, just to see the eyes widen, as the handle of my sword smacks my district partner in the back.

"I am so sorry!" I scream as I run towards them.

Yune's POV
The pain blinds through me as I am thrown from my feet, propelled across the room, and land in a corner, meters away from where I was standing, not two moments ago. Talon and Sarah run to me, my other allies following behind them.

"Yune, Yune, Yune." There words merge into one and other as they try to asses the damage done to my back. I hear several gasps and such as they move my shirt in order to see it. I look up and catch a glimpse in the reflection in the tiles. Its huge, yellow, blue and green and very, very, very disgusting looking. I begin to cry as Talon and Sarah back away, letting the trainers carry me off to the infirmary.

Leo's POV
My sword clangs as it slashes against a dummy's chest, I throw the sword aside and sit down with Artemis. We watch as Yune is carried away on a strecher, a very nasty bruise on her back. Oh god. That looks really sore. I think about the bloodbath. I am a career now. I have a better chance of killing someone and getting out unscathed. But I am still likely to get killed. Especially being from District 6. We haven't done well in the last few years.

"You won't die you know." Says Artemis, as though reading my thoughts. I smile and turn to her.

"Oh but I will..."

Regina's POV
I throw another spear and watch as it clips the dummy's side. It doesn't even touch it, nevermind kill it. I sigh and sit on the ground. I bury my head in my hands, all we have left is today. Tommorow. Then our private sessions and finally the interviews. Then we go straight into the games. Where I am likely to die. Lucky me. I stand up and collect another spear, I channel my anger and frustration into that spear, and let it fly into the dummy's neck. A critical hit. I smile and go back to the plants. I need to get my mind off these games. I feel the warm feeling of someone's hand on mine, and breath on my neck. I look up to see something I don't expect.

I see the face of Palo.

Liam's POV
I slash the sword into the target's leg, it falls over and I slash its throat. I walk back and attack another dummy. This is getting boring, two days of the same stuff. Attack a dummy, pick it up, attack another dummy. I sigh and stand away from everyone, just wanting to be with my own thoughts. I have no idea what I am doing, and I know that I will die. Its just a case of having fun until then. I sprint towards the climbing wall and quickly scale it, when I'm at the top, I backflip off and land on the beams holding up the room, I sprint across and dive off, when I hit the ground I roll onto my feet and stand up, right next to Raven from 8. I give a nice smile and flick back my hair.

"So, can I be in your alliance?"

Milly's POV
I load the bow and let another arrow fly into the target, I load and shoot, load and shoot, been like that for two days. I load the bow and shoot again. I seriously need a change of scenery. I drop the bow and head over to the snares station. The instructor smiles and I get the feeling no one has been here in the last two days. I put together something simple pretty quickly and catch a fake rabbit. I get a few hours in on this station before moving on. I seriously am considering joining the big alliance.

Keyton's POV
I hold my spear up and charge a few dummies, around half way there, I throw my spear, it hits a dummy's chest and goes right through into another dummy's chest. I look back and Raven walks over to me.

"Right Keyton, you have to be in our alliance." she says. I smile and say yes, they all crowd round me and I smile and shake some hands and give some hugs. I think my chances of survival just doubled.

Raven's POV
I smile as I give Keyton a hug. Good to know that my district partner is involved, gives District 8 a better chance of survival, as I am likely to die as being a 12 year old and Keyton would be kidding himself if he thought he would survive on his own. I begin to dose off as I think of last year... who were the tributes again. Addison and who was the guy again... oh well. I forget. Anyway, Addison did okay, but her mentor chose Kala over her. Hm. I hope I don't befall the same fate. I look to my allies as the sun begins to go down. That was a long day of training, there is only one left.

Andy's POV
I hit the dummy in the chest with the metal knuckles, it moves backwards and I hammer it with punch after punch. Venting my anger on a dummy. How... creative. I pull off the knuckles and move onto a sword, slashing and slashing. Eventually I just throw the thing, and watch as it slams straight into the target. So bored.

Peyton's POV
I blow the dart at the plant, it hits and wilts, I blow again. It hits and wilts, I need to keep my real skills for the private sessions, this is just for fun. I grab a knife and throw a few, boring, boring, boring. I grab a mace and stick it in a dummy's head. Boring. I slash a dummy with a sword. Boring. Seriously. This is so boring.

Talon's POV
I look to Sarah, she smiles at me and I grin back. This alliance is getting pretty big. Around 7 members, including Yune who is still in the infirmary.