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I got an idea for another games and I couldn't resist! Please submit your tributes at the bottom, Districts 0-13. Include the following in the comments:

Name

District

Age

Skills

Weaknesses

History/ Personality

Strategy

Whether or not they volunteered

The more information you give me about the tributes, the better I write them. I don't need lunaiis and reservations last two days, after which I will allow the second person who asked to submit tributes.

Twists

 * To remind the citizens that the Capitol gives them everything they have, no sponsoring will be permitted.
 * As a reminder to citizens that the Capitol comes first in any relationship, any tributes who are related or in love will not be allowed to ally.

Arena
There is no land; the arena is just an endless body of fresh water. Whether or not the water is safe to drink depends on how the Gamemakers are feeling that day. The cornucopia is located at the water’s bottom. Goggles, oxygen tanks, and a life jackets will be floating around, along with a few weapons. The water can be very cold, or very warm. It depends on where the tributes travel. Who knows what lurks in the darkest depths or the sunniest spots? Nothing good. Yes there will be mutts, but why ruin the surprise and say what they are?

Outfits
Skin tight rubbery clothing that covers the tributes from ankle to neck. Long, slender, flimsy, shoes.

District 0
Venus Freeze

The sky is a stormy gray, not that it’s any surprise to me. I’m almost thankful for the clouds, they hide the sun that reminds my father and I of his failed experiment. I don’t need to relive any bad memories, especially on reaping day. Our district’s escort appears on stage, her head almost consumed by the hairspray cloud surrounding her hair. She seems nervous; she’s probably some newbie the Capitol had to find on short notice. Her shaky hand slowly draws the slip of paper that will decide one girl’s fate. The name is read, and I suddenly wonder if one of my ears has gone deaf to balance out my one blind eye, because there is no way my name was called. Only after I feel the pitying stares of my whole district do I begin to believe what is happening. The escort gestures at me as I begin to walk; clearly annoyed at my slow movements. I couldn’t speed up if I tried, and to the tune of the frustrated sighs of my escort I finally arrive onstage. I receive a final glare before the next name is drawn. The escort has barely started to read the name before another boy volunteers. He is only a bit faster than me, and I recognize him as Shoot Star, the depressed boy. I can faintly hear our escort complaining about our manners before we are escorted off the stage.

District 1  Slither Bueti

 I stand with all the other kids of my age, somehow being the only person no one is touching. That’s just fine for me. I hate this District, where no one ever has much fun and miss the excitement of the Capitol. I hate that I was exiled because I bit one lousy person. I hate that everyone here hates me. My pet snake shifts and I smoothly hide his movement inside my jacket from anyone who may be watching. Rules are for the people unlucky enough to be born in this district. Besides, what peacekeeper would hurt a Capitol child? Our escort comes onstage, dressed completely in the color purple. All I see is a blur of purple, before I see she has already drawn a name and is preparing to read it. “Shine Brig-““I volunteer!” Shine Bright runs onstage, apparently not realizing she was the one reaped. She looks so excited and happy staring at the escort that no one has the heart to volunteer. I wait patiently for the boy’s name to be called. “Slither Bueti” No, no, no. The Hunger Games are for Capitol citizens to enjoy, not participate in. I walk stiffly to the stage, finding myself in a role I’m used to watching on tv. I arrive onstage and am told to shake hands with Shine. It figures, the time I am reaped the escort forgets to ask for volunteers. We are preparing to leave the stage when Shine makes her fatal mistake. “Why didn’t you make your skin purple? It’s such a pretty color!” The peacekeepers barely manage to hold me back as I lunge at her. They use something to stun me, just like a District citizen. Maybe I’m not as safe as I thought.

 District 2  Harpy Evermist

 The reapings are as exciting as ever, which isn’t saying that much. My mom waits on the stage, almost lost in the sea of other Victors. She gives me a smile and I know I’m ready. It’s my time shine, and win the Games. The escort comes to the stage. He’s been our escort since I was born, and even farther back than that. I know for a fact he was my mother’s escort. Time must not pass as quickly in the Capitol, because he has no wrinkles at all. He goes to the reaping ball and I tense up, waiting to take my place in the Games. “Harpy Evermist” I inhale sharply. I had known that I might be reaped because of who my mom was, but I didn’t think it would be before I got a chance to volunteer. I knew I had a split second until someone else volunteered. Without wasting time to get a breath of air, I dashed under the rope and to the 17 and 18 year old sections. The peacekeepers couldn’t get to me; all they saw were thuds as I knocked would be volunteers down. Then, dashing to the stage, I got up on the stage, smiled at my beaming mother, and took my place to see who my District partner would be. The escort raised his eyebrows; but didn’t comment. The boy’s name was drawn and a strong-looking 15 year old volunteered. I smile in satisfaction. The best way to be sure your District partner won’t kill you is to have one younger than you are.

 District 3   Ginger Dunn

  It’s the one of the worst times of the year, reaping day; seconded only by the Hunger Games. Our escort arrives just as the clock strikes one, and begins to launch into a lengthy speech about the Hunger Games. After half an hour of stifling yawns, the escort finally draws the girl’s name. “Will Isis Holly come to the stage?” A boy I vaguely recognize as Alex Sun gasps. In another area a girl who must be Isis’ sister because they both have the same bright white skin and starving look, allows a few tears to all down her face. Meanwhile Isis stands onstage, shaking ever so slightly. There’s no way she’ll win the Games, even she must know that. The feeling of hopelessness I always get on reaping day comes back. The boy’s name is drawn and I close my eyes in anticipation. “Ron Swiss come to the stage!” Ron Swiss, who must be the smallest boy in our District, falls to the ground in terror. Peacekeepers move in to drag him forward, and something inside me snaps. “I volunteer!” Refusing to comprehend what I have done, I march determined to the stage. I shake Isis’s hand, which has stopped shaking, and give her a small sad smile.

  District 4    Coral Reef

   Ah, reaping day. No work, no school, and the chance at glory every District 4 citizen dreams of. Today that dream will be mine. In my roped off section, I know everyone is thinking the same thought, that they’ll be the ones to win the Games. All of them, or at least the girls, are wrong. I’ve trained my whole life, in weapons of course, but also in calling out as fast as I can. The words “I volunteer” come as naturally to me as my own name. Our escort arrives, looking proud and happy to be here. Of course she would, she’s the escort for a Career District. All the Victors she’s been an escort for have given her the luxury of being invited to any party or big event she wants. She’s obviously been given a heads up about upcoming trends, because she’s wearing a simple blue dress covered in fishing net. The fishing net we had to give designs to District 8 for, because the demand was becoming so high for water-like wear. I realize I have tuned out the escort, and almost missed the girl’s reaping. I focus all of my attention to the escort’s voice. Recently, they’ve gotten stricter about volunteering; anyone who volunteers before the name has been completely said is disqualified. “The girl tribute is Pearl Treasure-“ This is where everyone makes their mistake. I recognize the name as having two parts, instead of one. Immediately, all of my strongest competitors are eliminated. The escort finishes calling out the name. “Pearl Treasure-Sail” “I volunteer!” I barely have to rush my yell, and I stride confidently up the stage. The boy’s name is drawn quickly. “Seth Waves” “I volunteer!” To my surprise and satisfaction the person who volunteers is just a twelve year old boy, who says his name is Pirate Mast. My satisfaction vanishes as Pirate gives me a smile that makes my skin crawl.

District 5
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Malco Crest

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> My sister is as fun as ever, we run around and laugh for what seems like minutes but is really hours. That’s how fast the time goes by when I’m with her. She turns, surely to tell me something, maybe a secret, and she, along with the rest of the world, shatters with a slam. I open my eyes as footsteps approach my bed. Soon my dad is leaning over me, looking sadly at me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I know he didn’t mean to ruin my perfect dream, so I give out my standard response. “It’s alright, there’s always tonight to dream.” Of course, how many other nights I have left to dream depends on today. Reaping day, the day of misery that reminds every citizen that yes, life CAN get worse. My mom hands me a small piece of bread and I run out of the house, with my parents preparing to follow me. The sun is climbing higher and higher in the sky, and my family can in no way afford to be late. I arrive in my age’s roped off area with minutes to spare. My mom and dad arrive just as the escort arrives on the stage, covered in exotic flowers. The smell makes my eyes water and it only gets worse as the escort moves to draw the girl’s name. “Heather Lavender” A girl separates herself from her two friends and walks onstage, emotionless. Two similar looking girls in the fifteen year old section begin to cry, and three identical boys bury their faces against their father, who seems too shocked to move. The cameras move around, capturing every second of drama. I narrow my eyes in disgust at the blatant disregard of privacy the camera men must have. Only the smell of hundreds of flowers draws my attention back to the stage, just in time to hear the boy’s name called. “Malco Crest.” I widen my eyes in surprise and the cameras move to capture my reaction as I walk upstage, and then move again to focus on my sobbing parents. No, I think. I won’t let my parents lose another child.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> District 6

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Rachel Weber

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> I can barely see the stage as I am surrounded by my adorers. They all try to talk to me at once, and I answer as many of their comments as I can with my never ending supply of clever comments. Even though it’s reaping day, I’m all smiles. I am always surrounded by nervous kids on reaping day, and even though I barely pay attention to their fears, the fact that I responded to them is enough. The escort arrives onstage, through the heads of the people surrounding me I see bright flashes of precious metals. She begins to babble on and I tune her out. A tap on my shoulder brings me face to face with my biggest rival, Emerald Cheers. “Scared, Rachel? Don’t worry, if you get reaped I’ll be sure to volunteer for you; and after I win the Games I’ll take all the attention that’s usually given to you.” My cheeks flush in anger, but before I can reply the escort draws the girl’s name. “Rachel Weber.” I see Emerald’s mouth opening, and I know I can’t let her take all the attention away from me. “I volunteer!” I walk up to the confused escort and stand confidently on the stage. The escort decides it’s not worth it to make me leave and calls out the boy’s name. “Jake Londh” A small boy clumsily walks to the stage, tripping several times. At least I know one person in the Games will be easy to kill.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> District 7 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">  Rhett Zekrom

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">  You’d think that on reaping day they’d quiet down a bit, but there’s still the same group of kids, adults now, fooling around. True, their numbers are a fewer, some of them being shot or whipped to death by peacekeepers, but they still inflict the same amount of damage. They’ll clump around someone, stay for a second, then leave, with their victim looking terrified and usually missing something. My brother, Rupert, nudges me, and I tear my vision away from the glimpse of my past, what I might have become. The escort arrives onstage and with the help of a few nudges from peacekeeper’s guns the troublemakers quiet down. The escort seems to be having a struggle with his manliness, and has had thick hair grown on every inch of his body. He looks like a giant beast, and I’m sure not even a Capitol citizen would find that attractive. With the aid of a few grunts he escort crosses the stage and draws out the girl’s name. “Rosemary Milligan.” A girl walks onstage, her face blank and devoid of emotion. Her movements are stiff, almost robotic. Not even when the escort’s arm hair suddenly falls off, and it is revealed that the hair is really hair extensions does she crack a smile. The escort stomps over to the guy’s reaping ball and draws the name. “Rhett Zekrom.” My brother Rupert holds tight to my shoulder before releasing me to walk onstage. I know he will take care of our family if I don’t… make it. No, I tell myself. You will win these Games.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">  District 8 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Rebecca Ashcroft

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> I’m a little nervous for reaping day, and I know Mystique can tell. She tries to cheer me up by taking out some balls and juggling them. She begins to toss some to me and soon my mind can only focus on receiving and tossing back balls until all I can see are blurs of colors as the balls go by. The annoyed cough of the mayor makes me lose my concentration and I drop the balls as the kids around Mystique and I giggle. I turn my attention to the stage and do my best to seem like I’m paying attention, but the mayor’s speech is lasting way too long. Finally he lets the escort take over, someone I actually look forward to seeing. This year her hair is pink and her eyes have been turned purple, just like mine. Clearly the escort has impeccable taste. The escort goes to draw a name and I hold tightly to Mystique’s hand as I become nervous again. With a smile on her face, the escort draws the girl’s name. “Rebecca Ashcroft” Unfortunately, my name. My walk to the stage is much harder than walking on fire. At least the escort tries to be nice, complimenting me on my hair. The boy’s name is drawn and my already bad day is turned to awful as Thomas Rudolph Barrymore’s name is drawn. Thomas, the boy found in the forest three years ago that would kill you just because he was bored. Great, just another deadly tribute I’ll have to face.

District 9
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Ash Greenwood

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> I fix a reassuring smile on my face as my brother throws another worried look at me. Like every eligible kid or teen here, he’s nervous about reaping day. The only difference is that, like most of the kids still fairly new to reaping, he still openly shows his fear. In comparison my roped of area is full of carefully controlled faces and emotions. If they’re reaped they know there’s nothing they can do about it, so why worry? The escort arrives onstage in her usual outrageous outfit. This year she looks like she could kill someone with one wrong move, with all the tiny axes hanging off her dress. The mayor reads his speech about the Hunger Games quickly. As he hands over the microphone the escort turns a little too fast and one of the axes flies up and scratches the mayor on his arm. The escort pauses, takes out a cloth, wipes the tiny amount of blood of the axe, and continues on like nothing happened. A peacekeeper discreetly walks up to the mayor to offer him a bandage. Still unfazed, the escort draws a slip from the girl’s reaping ball. “Maple Green.” A nice looking girl moves slowly from her roped-off section, approaching the stage slowly. She finally arrives, warily eyeing the escort’s dress and keeping her distance. The escort moves on to the boy’s reaping ball and I know that there’s nothing I could do or say to calm my brothers nerves at this point. He’s only thirteen; he should have nothing to worry about. “Alder Greenwood.” I snap out of my stunned silence right before my brother reaches the stage. “I volunteer!” I run to the stage, and hug my brother once before sending him back to his roped off section where his friends are waiting. I meet up with Maple, who gives me the same reassuring smile I gave to my brother what seems like a lifetime ago. At exactly the same moment Maple and I extend our hands and shake each other’s.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> District 10 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Estelle Mar

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> It starts out as a distant moo that slowly gets louder and louder. Soon a dark cloud appears, growing bigger and bigger. Finally I see the cattle, raising dust with their hooves as they run towards me. I am frozen in place, my limbs unmoving. The first cow has just pushed me down when I am shaken awake by my aunt. “Get up if you plan on eating today.” I spring out of bed, trying to forget my nightmare. The sky is still dark, but I can tell by the way it’s already begun to lighten slightly that my aunt let me sleep in a bit. A pleasant surprise for reaping day maybe, but it’s more likely my aunt just didn’t feel like getting up early to wake me. I gather any small twigs or dry grasses I can find and return to the shack my aunt and I live in to start a fire and make a small breakfast. As soon as I am done eating I have to run out to the fields to feed the cattle. Maybe other Districts get the day off, but animals have to be taken care of everyday. At least we don’t have to do any slaughtering, and by the time noon rolls around I’m waiting in the town square for the escort to arrive. Arrive she does, striding up the stage confidently in eight inch high heels. If I tried to do that, I’d break an ankle before I even started to walk. She skips any sort of speech and goes straight to the girl’s reaping ball. Instead of reading the name, she draws a slip from the boy’s reaping ball also. She probably wants to add suspense. “District 10’s tributes this year will be… Estelle Mar and Keith Ranch.” I’ve never hated my name so much. I begin my walk up the stage when someone yells “I volunteer”. I turn my head hopefully, but the person who volunteered is the mayor’s son, Gavin Octavian. No one can help me now.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> District 11 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">  Galigan Mazerapi

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">  I feel bad for any claustrophobic people, because on reaping day we are all jammed into our town square with barely any room to breathe. It’s a hot day, and being so close to others isn’t helping. As awful as it sounds, I just want the two unlucky kids to be chosen so I can go home already. The escort arrives but I can only tell by the sounds of his footsteps. It’s impossible to see the stage from this far away, especially with hundreds of kids’ heads blocking the way. The speakers that have been set up make hearing the escort no problem and every single one of her idiotic comments reaches my ears. Finally, the girl’s name is called out, Rhea Marine. She must have arrived onstage fairly fast, because the escort clears his voice to read the boy’s name within a minute or two. “Galigan Mazerapi” Somehow enough space is found for the kids near me to part, showing me a path towards the stage. It’s like no one wants to touch. Like unluckiness is a disease. Rhea faces me with a shadow of viscousness still in her eyes, but her face is relaxed, maybe even welcoming. But by the time we go to shake hands she has already changed her face for the cameras to look tough.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">  District 12 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">   Stefani Wright

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">   Around me other twelve year olds receive hugs and kisses from their mothers. I try to ignore them, casually shrugging off my dad to enter the roped off area. My first real reaping day. Unlike the rest of the kids surrounding me, I think I’ll be able to get through this without having a panic attack. After all, the chance of me being picked is so slim; the odds are surely in my favor. I still can’t ignore the fact that there is a definite difference of watching the reapings on the sidelines and actually being involved with them. Part of me wonders what will happen if I somehow am reaped. But a much larger part of me pushes that thought deep in the back of my mind and I wait patiently for the reapings to begin. Our escort arrives covered in glitter from head to toe. Our mayor has a coughing fit after standing too close to her and has to be escorted offstage. Oh well, at least there won’t be a long boring speech to listen to. Our escort carefully selects a slip of paper from the girl’s reaping ball. “Stefani Wright” Maybe someone else has the same name as me, maybe I can change my name; but no, it’s too late for that. Now’s the time to walk onstage and face the person I’ll be pitted against in the Games. So I do just that and end up almost choking on glitter myself until the escort hurries over to the boy’s reaping ball. “Rick Hawthorne.” A boy begins to walk from an older age group, but a small voice rings out. “I volunteer!” I recognize the boy from school, Lucas Hawthorne. I suppose it’s better to be pitted against someone my age than an older kid who could easily take me.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">    District 13 <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">    Shadow Titan <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">    Reaping day is just a day of pretending. District 13 pretends we’re happy for the people reaped, and the Capitol pretends this isn’t just a big show of power. I’m sick of pretending. So while kids around me throw nervous glances at peacekeepers before talking about how nervous they are; I decide to strike up a conversation with the kid who made the mistake of standing near me. “Wow, don’t you just hate reaping day? I don’t see why the Capitol has to constantly show their power over us, seems like they’re worried we’ll take over.” Then kid looks shocked at first that I’m actually talking, then terrified as a nearby peacekeeper starts to come over with a frown. I make sure he disappears into the crowd of people waiting for the reapings to start before I do the same; making my way to my roped off section. After this year I’ll only have one more reaping left. Maybe I should volunteer, just to show the Capitol a thing or two. I wonder what they’d do if someone from the rebellious District 13 won their Games. The escort arrives onstage; wearing a dress that looks like it’s made from woven gold. Knowing the Capitol, it probably is. She smiles sweetly at the mayor and thanks him for his “ever so wonderful” speech before he’s even halfway finished. She grabs the microphone and reads out the slip she’s already drawn from the reaping ball. “Lucky Love.” A girl walks up to the stage, her hand twitching near the cell phone peeking out of her pocket like she’s dying to phone in for help. The escort gives the same smile she gave to the mayor to Lucky and moves on to draw the boy’s slip. My earlier thoughts about volunteering come back, but are ruined as the escort reads the name. “Shadow Titan.” Leave it to the Capitol to ruin yet another plan. I walk calmly onstage and the escort says something about shaking hands. Lucky raises her eyebrows and doesn’t move. Neither do I. In no way am I going to play by the Capitol’s rules.

Training Scores
Once again, these are completely random. Ask me if you want to know why your tribute got the score they did, I posted the really high or low score reasons below. Harpy walked in and began to run until all the Gamemakers got bored and turned their attention to their food. As soon as she saw this she grabbed some paint and painted herself to perfectly blend in with the shadows. The Gamemakers assumed she had left, and began to call in the next tribute; at which point Harpy sprang up, revealing herself. One older Gamemaker had a heart attack.

Slither walked in just as a Gamemaker yelled "I HATE THE GREEN ONES" (He was talking about grapes.) Slither went ballistic and tried to kill the Gamemaker, but was stopped and knocked out by the force field. His brief moment murderous rage was enough to earn him a 5, but he was knocked out for the rest of his time.

Shine walked in and began to compliment the head Gamemaker on his purple suit. She also complimented several other Gamemakers on their various purple ties, hair, etc.(purple is a very popular color in the Capitol this year) This flattery earned her a 4. Both Slither and she convinced the other Careers their low scores were to get the other tributes feeling overly confident in their chances to win so that they'd be easier to kill.

In training Isis Holly learned how to make a bow and arrows then demonstrated this to the Gamemakers when it came time. When she shot her homemade bow she got all bullseyes.

Coral Reef was prepared to show her skill with tridents, but Pirate Mast had lit them on fire as part of his demonstration. When she started to show off her running skills the thick smoke left over from Pirate's odd display of stabbing then burning the practice dummies caused her to end up ccoughing uncontrollably.

Jake Londh tried to show how he could distinguish poisonous plants, which he learned in training. Instead he got a 10 for being surprisingly resistant to poison.

When it came time for Rosemary Milligan's turn she froze up, and for most of her time did nothing but stand there. Near the end she managed to throw a few hatchets, but her nerves made most of them miss. At least, that's what she told her district partner when he asked. Though she was nervous, she decided to be as weak as possible to avoid being a target.

Rhea Marine began with thorowing a few spears at the newly replaced practice dummies, but became frustrated when she thought the Gamemakers weren't paying enough attention to her she began throwing spears at the force field, aiming them so they rebounded and hit the dummies in the heart.

Shadow Titan
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">My stylist took one look at my outfit and told me I better be able to swim. Thankfully I took advantage of the training center’s new pool during training days. Breaststroke should be able to get me anywhere. I hissing sound began and a plastic tube came down to cover me, followed by another larger one. Something opens above my head and water comes pouring down into the larger tube as I’m carried up in the small one. Just as I begin to see the arena my tube’s plastic goes dark and prevents me from looking out or seeing anything. The tube stops moving and I wait for the tube to release me but it doesn’t. I think about my interview, where my microphone was cut off as I mentioned how insecure the Capitol must be to have these Games. I remember the Peacekeeper that heard my comment to the boy on reaping day staring at me as I walked onstage, with recognition in his eyes. My eyes close as I think how stupid I was to say those things. I hear a cracking sound, and I wait for the end. Slowly but surely the cracking sound grows louder; and water sprays through the cracks. Soon water is up to my chin and even as I struggle to stay above the water I know it’s useless. I stop struggling as my thoughts dim. This is how I die, drowned in darkness; my death not even worth being recorded to put in the Games.

Ginger Dunn
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I tried to prepare myself for the arena, but not even in my craziest nightmares did I think about an arena made up completely of water. I can’t swim, but maybe I can stay on the platform and hope everyone leaves me alone. Or I could try to reach one of the few lifejackets floating around with all of the diving equipment. Death is also a likely option.

Isis Holly
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> My plate rises, and I am momentarily blinded by the sunlight reflecting off the never-ending water. Nothing, not even a cornucopia is in sight. I have no idea what to do, until I see the diving gear bobbing around. I just need an oxygen mask and tank, and goggles if I can get them. I must have only seconds before the gong sounds, although I don’t know how bloody the bloodbath will be. I prepare to swim and grab my supplies, only to be caught off guard as I see the cornucopia resting ten or twenty feet below. I need a weapon for my strategy to work; but should I risk it. The District 4 tributes have been swimming their whole lives and will surely get there before me. Before I can decide what to do my platform is yanked out from under me. With the gong's sound ringing in my ears, I begin to swim.

Malco Crest
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Thank goodness I can swim and that I made Heather learn how to during training. I put on an oxygen mask, and connect it to a device that, if I’m reading the label right, can take the oxygen out of water and bring it to my mask. As an afterthought I put on goggles. I turn around to see Heather finishing putting on her gear. Ignoring the cries for help coming from tributes that never learned how to swim, I dive down to the cornucopia.