User blog:District12-Tributes/The 226th Annual Hunger Games

 The 226th Hunger Games

'''Intro: The time when Paylor was President of Panem was not long. She took over Panem in the time of the 2nd Rebellion, but as soon as everything was calm and orderly, once more, she was thrown out of office. She was replaced by President Remedy who wanted the Games to be hosted again, not once but three times, every year. She, also, demanded that the Capitol have total control as they did before. The Capitol would elect a new President every five years. President Remedy was replaced by Presidents with the same wishes. Panem was a cruel society until one woman lied about her ideas to run the nation; her name was President Leise, and she wanted everything ran as it was with President Paylor. ''' Once President Leise took over Panem, all districts were so happy and treated equally. The citizens of the Capitol, though, did not like this at all! The Capitol residents hated being on the same equality level as the Districts! They no longer had as much money to spend on themselves! The Capitol was outraged! So, one night a group of Captol men disabled all cameras and murdered President Leise while she was asleep! The Districts could only pray that the new President would be as gracious as President Leise, but, of course, this did not happen. A strict and commanding Capitol woman took over the nation of Panem! She insisted that Panem will be run as it was in President Snow's time! Therefore, the Hunger Games were held annually once again, with District 13 a Games-participating district, and each Games promised to be extra horrific and torturous to the tributes which only made the Capitol feel even more powerful.

{C}''All escorts and stylists from the last Games were fired; they were blamed for making the tributes die off so quickly. President Ivory searched for people to blame and fire for the failure of the last Games.''

Reapings
Brooke Xena- I stepped onto my patio and was met by my boyfriend, Cole. He closed my hand in his fist and I released a high-pitched squeal. "I just got my nails done this morning!" He withdrew his hand and placed his arm around my shoulder instead. "Sorry," he replied as he leaned over to kiss my cherry red lips. I allowed him to touch them slightly, but was afraid he would ruin the lipstick. We walk side by side to the Square. I hate the heat that was radiating from the sun so I insist Cole run back to my home to get my sun umbrella. He dashes to my house and returns, in record time, with my umbrella. He holds it over me as I smoothen my hair. Not long after, we reach the Square and everyone steps aside so I can reach the Peacekeeper who pricks my finger. He forcefully stabs my finger and draws a drop of blood. Cole notices me wincing and shoots the Peacekeeper a threatening look. The Peacekeeper throws up his hands to show that he meant no harm. I don't wait for Cole to finish with the Peacekeeper before I walk to my designated area with the other 16-year-olds. The moment Cole catches up with me, I hear the escort begin the ceremony. We start by watching the pointless video about the Dark Days and then a newer one about the 2nd Rebellion. I roll my eyes; who would want to stop the Games? It is an honor to participate in them! When the videos are finished, our escort introduces herself. "Hello, District 1," she begins, "My name is Sarah, but I would prefer you all call me Sae!" she spreads her lips into a grin. "Let's start with our lovely ladies." Her hand rumages through the jar. She calls out the name, "Brooke Xena!" I react dramatically by jumping up and down in excitement. I regroup myself and take my stance on the stage beside her. I see Cole clapping for me in the audience.

Lion Scrapes- The temperature was steadily rising. We have been having an extreme heat wave in our district an it's been miserable, but today, I ignore the discomfort. I am ready for the Reaping. I finished my training for the Games last month, and I know I have reached my physical peak; I am going to do anything to get into that arena. Well, I jog the whole way to the Square without realising it. I was too busy watching for my girlfriend, Destiny, to notice I am already here. Destiny said she would meet me this morning with a surprise, but she never showed up. Suddenly, someone wraps their arms around my chest. I turn and hit heads with Destiny, "hi." She greets me with a smile as she rubs her forhead. That's when I notice her wearing glasses. "Destiny," I begin. She interupts with enthusiasm, "I know what you are going to say! Aren't they beautiful," she gestures towards them. They enlarge her emerald eyes and block the natural shine that they have. I make a face of disgust and knock her aside. I start towards the Peacekeeper to get my finger pricks but she pushes past me. "Haven't you ever heard of 'ladies first'?" She spits. I roll my eyes at her dramatics and let her go ahead. After I get my finger pricked, I notice the most gorgeaus girl I have ever seen. I keep trying to get to her, but I am cut off by other potential-tributes. I ignore the videos and the escorts introduction, trying to get to that beautful girl. Suddenly, she walks away. She goes onto stage! We will be together in the arena! Then, I send my attention to the escort as she draws the boy tribute's slip. She doesn't even open it before I lunge forward to volunteer. I shake the girl tribute, Brooke,'s hand and bend down to kiss it gently. When I look back up, she is blushing and giving me a winning smile.

Thalia Combe- I am excited about the Reaping today. I have always wanted to see the Capitol and becoming a tribute seems to be the only way. I have waited until this year to become a tribute, because just this year I finished my training. I finished it earlier than scheduled so I believe that I will be the one to beat in that arena. i walk on towards the Square and I reach it quickly. Our escort steps onto the stage as I join the other 16-year-olds. "Good morning, District 2," she begins with a wide yawn, "my, it's early isn't it?" I glance at the watch of the kid next to me; it's 11:30. "Well, since it's so early and everyone is so tired, I think we should skip the videos and go straight to drawing the names of the lucky tributes," says the escort. She walks to the girls' reaping glass, but stops herself just before she pulls a name, "Oh, my, where are my manners?" she dramatically asks. I roll my eyes at this bizarre woman, she is really annoying me today. "I forgot to introduce myself! I am Peggy Sue Matilda Roselinda Finkle, but please know me as Peggy." Then, she draws the female tributes name, "Celeste Melinda!" I grab Celeste by her arms as she is stepping into her postion beside Peggy Finkle. Celeste is thrown onto the concrete, and I take her place. The escort looks at me in shock when I grab the mic from her and say two simple words in the calmest manner possible, "I volunteer." I am proud of my stunt. It will be remembered. I want to be remembered.

Axel Armstrong- I wake up early and start to the Square. I will be there extra early, because I wanna talk to the Peacekeeper who draws the blood samples; her name is Olivia and she is always up for a good laugh. Well, I am the first to the Square, besides the Peacekeepers and the escort who is standing in a corner doing her makeup into a little, hand-held mirror. I stroll towards Olivia and try to look casual. "Ready to start?" she asks me anxiously. I nod my head enthusiastically. "Is it set up?" I whisper to her. We are being careful not to be heard. I casually glace towards the stage and see my friend, Reggie, pearing through a tiny crack in the curtains. He holds his mask at his side. Olivia turns and gives him a barely noticable thumbs-up. Suddenly, we are all doubled over with silent laughs. While we are distracted, the escort steps onto stage and begins her practice for the Reaping. The moment she removes the microphone from the stand, Reggie jumps out from behind the curtain and grabs her shoulders. She gives a yelp of surprise and turns around to scold whoever startled her, but Reggie is already back in his position behind the curtains. The escort pears through the crack and I hope Reggie is well out of view. Apparently he is, because she turns back around with a nervous smile on her face. She tries to start her speech again, but Reggie taps her shoulder. She looks through the curtains and Reggie is, again, out of her view. She produces a little humph sound to show her annoyance. Well, she begins to speak again and just before Reggie touches her, she spins around, "Aha," she begins, but her voice falters into a cry of terror. She is face to face with Reggie in his mask of a zombie with an arrow directly through his brain. It is actually a very realistic mask. It is fitted so it looks like a real face instead of one of those cheap, flimsy masks. The escort screams with her eyes bulging. She stands paralzed before him as he widens his mouth into a devious grin. She faints ridiculously onto the stage. Several Peacekeepers run to her aid. One, unusually large man catches sight of Reggie and chases him down the street. Reggie turns around periodically and honks a clown horn in the Peacekeepers face. Me and Olivia are rolling in hysterical laughter. It really was a childish and unprofessional prank, but it's the type of thing Olivia, Reggie, and I live for. Before we know it, the Head Peacekeeper guesses that me and Olivia had something to do with the prank, too. Olivia is whipped several times and I would've been, too, if I had not had another idea. "If I am a tribute in these Games, will you still have to punish me?" I say. "I guess not; starving yourself for weeks with the constant threat of death hanging over you, would be worse than any punishment I could give you." he agrees. I guess that's that. I am going to be a tribute in these Games. There is no way out. And I'm not even frightened, because I know I can win.

Dimitria Pod- The Square is filled with terrified teenagers. None of us want to be picked for tribute. Nobody wants to be sentenced to death. I am obsorbed in my own mental world of desperation when the escort begins to speak into the microphone. Her voice is soft even though it is being echoed and thrown in all directions through the several speakers strategically placed throughout the area. "I am Kimmy," she says simply. Her Capitol accent sounds funny when she said her name. "Let's start by watching the videos of Panem's dark past. These videos show what we must not repeat." Then, the video about the Dark Days plays upon a giant screen followed by the newer one about the 2nd Rebellion. I hang my head in shame as I think how I could never pull such a bold stunt as Katniss Everdeen did with the berries. When the videos come to an end, Kimmy announces the female tribute, "Dimitria Pod!" My eyes pop in disbelief and I frantically try to draw a breath. I can't breath and I drop to my knees. Hands are suffucating me; it's obvious that they are trying to help, but they are only making it harder to catch my breath. Now I am laying on my back on the concrete floor of the Square. Everything is a blurr and I am frantic. I have passed the paralyzed state and I am now thrashing like a fish out of water, trying to run from the fate that has fallen upon me. Then, I hear a bold voice yell from the croud, "Get back!" That's when, all hands release me and I start to run, only to be blocked by a solid being. I catch sight of his face; it's my best friend in the whole world, the only person I can truly tell anything. Kyler. His arms envelope me and his steady hands dry my tears. I rest my head on his reliable shoulder and calm myself. I inhale deeply and exhale loudly. "Are you okay now?" he asks me when I have stopped my hysterics. I shake my head in response and he releases a painfilled laugh, "of course you're not." Then he pushes me away and takes my hand in his, "I'm so sorry." Then, he releases me to the stage. I draw a huge breath and walk to my spot. I see the escort, Kimmy, brush away her tears. She whispers something to me, "I wish I could help you." Help me what? Help me undo the embarrasment I have bestowed upon myself? Help me get out of the Games? Help me calm down? Help me what? I am still shaking. I am going to be a tribute in these Games no matter what I want

Rickey Dean- Today is the day of the Reaping. I drag myself out of bed and slide into my clothes. Once I am dressed, I trudge to the Square. A Peacekeeper snatches my hand and painfully stabs a needle into my flesh. He holds it there longer than necessary so I raise my other hand to smack him but another Peacekeeper realizes what I am going to do and locks it behind my back. I turn around to him and hiss. He takes a step and stares at me with an odd expression on his face. Then, I jerk my hand away from the Peacekeeper with the needle before he has fully removed it. The needle cuts across the surface of my hand. Blood drips from the wound so I stick it in my mouth. Other kids look at me with disgust and I almost hiss at them, too, but the voice of the escort stops me. She has a quiet voice, but it is still audible. "I am," she begins to bore me so I tune her out. I fiddle with my bangs; I play with my silver gloves; I do anything to keep my fidgiting hands occupied. I am awokened by a male's voice yelling, "Get back!" I look around to see everyone's gaze directed to one point. A small girl has collapsed. She, suddenly, leaps to her feet and tries to run away, but the male who yelled, blocks her way. Then, she brakes down, sobbing, in his arms. She, eventually, calms and walks cautiously to the stage. Oh, now I understand why she panicked; she was picked as tribute. I rolled my eyes at her unnessecary histarics and spit in the girl infront of me's hair. She turns around to hit me but I stick my tongue out and yell, "I volunteer!" i know that the male hasn't even been called yet, but, still, I am going to be tribute.

Perdere Casey- I awake this morning to the sound of gull cries and rolling waves. I had fallen asleep upon my favorite place in the whole world: a rock cliff that hangs over the luxurious waters of the salty oceans. I have awoken just in time to see the sunrise over the water. This is my dream place for the perfect wedding. If only I wasn't so shy... I think to myself. I close my eyes and drift back into my deep sleep. Suddenly, someone calls my name, "Perdere!" It startles me, but I turn my head and find my best friend, Ainsley, running towards me. ''What's wrong? What does she need? What have I missed? ''Without a hint of warning, the realization hits me like a ton of bricks: it's Reaping day. I hang my head and she knows that I have remembered what today is. I am probably the only one in District 4 who is frightened to be a tribute, fighting to the death in that horrid arena. She grabs my hand and pulls me to the Square in my pajamas. We get our blood samples taken and we walk to our designated area. The escort begins by announcing his name, Ashin Shoster. Then, we watch the videos of our troubled past: the Dark Days and the 2nd Rebellion. Too soon, it is time to call the female tribute's name. "Ainsley Darnell!" Ashin yells into the microphone. Ainsley walks onto stage with showing excitement. I know she thinks she can win, but there is a bigger chance she won't. I can't bear to think of my best friend dead at the cruel hands of another tribute; no, dead at the cruel hands of the Capitol. Visions of her limp, unbreathing body cause me to do the unthinkable, "I volunteer!" She shoots me a venomous look and I see in her eyes that what I have done is unforgivable. Why can't she see what the Games really are?

{C}Thomas Quince- The prettiest girl in the district has just volunteered. I would do anything to hold her hand and just stare into her eyes with no distractions. I hear the escort yell the name of the male tribute, "Thomas Quince!" Well, I guess this is my chance to create a romance with Perdere Casey. Once I am on stage, me and Perdere shake hands. At her touch, I hold my breathe. She looks at my with curiosity, but I see uncertainty in her gaze, too. "Ladies and gentleman, the tributes of District 4!" cries Ashin Shoster.

Cassidy O'Hara- The sun's rays awake me this morning. I lift my head out of bed and dress quickly. I put on blue jeans and my favorite midnight black tanktop. When I walk downstairs to our small kitchen, mother stops me. "Today is Reaping day, Cassidy! Are you going to be so disrespectful to our leaders as to go to such an important event in your average attire?" Mother has always worshipped our leaders. She says that she's just being respectful, but I know that she's scared of them. Despite my protests, I stomp back upstairs and return dressed more appropriately. I have put on my silvery dress that falls to my knees in a thick, formal line. My shoulders are showing and Mother finds that disrespectful for today's event so I put on a shortened black cover with a knot to hold the front opening closed. The cover only reaches to the middle of my ribs and has sickening puffy sleeves. I believe that this dressing Mother will find more appropriate, but she again is disappointed. She dislikes my wearing of sneakers and undone hair. I roll my eyes and start upstairs, once again, but she grabs my arm and says she will come this time. Mother removes my sneakers and, in their place, slides black flats that have the appearance of being wrapped around my feet. she, then, brushes my hair and pins it up in a elaborate updo. She hates my blood red highlights, but I got them anyway. Soon, I am all dressed stupidly and it is time for the nervous stroll to the Square. We end up being late, and we have missed the videos and the opening ceremony. We have just made the announcing of the female tribute: me! That's when my Games strategy hits me. I break down crying and appear to be a sniffling, insignificant girl who could be of no danger in that arena, but I am definately a contender.

Chase Electro- This morning I oversept and only had time to throw on a jeans and a sweatshirt over my solid white t-shirt that I use to sleep in. It is already 11:00! I have never slept this late before! I have to run 15 minutes to the Square, and I get there just in time. Everyone is getting their bloodsamples taken and heading to their designated area. A Peacekeeper takes a drop of my blood and sends me to stand with the other 15-year-olds. I get to my spot just as the escort begins the opening ceremony, "Hello, District 5! It is such a priviledge to be welcomed so graciously into your home!" I roll my eyes at how odd he talks. It is kinda hard to understand him because of his Capitol accent. "I am Jonny, with no 'h' in 'Jonny', Liteuo!" he nearly screams into the microphone. Then, we watch the necessary videos of Panem's past and the Reaping begins. A pathetic girl named Cassidy O'Hara is the female tribute. She cries all the way up to the stage. Jonny pats her on the back before calling the male tribute's name, "Chase Electro!" Me! It can't be! I cautiously walk onto the stage and Jonny sweeps me into a large hug. He grins and congratulates me and Cassidy. "The tributes of District 5!"

Redinda Jameson- The air is full of ticking and clinks and metallic bangs: the sounds of the shop. I have started work earlier this morning because I'll have to quite earlier, too. Today is Reaping day. I am fixing Grandpa Wallace's old tractor at the moment. Grandpa Wallace owns one of the only farms in town, but he can't plow his fields without his tractor that broke down last week. We don't normally work with tractors so iis taking us longer than expected. Suddenly, my boss, Ms. Chilson, pats my back and excuses me to the Reaping. I walked to the Square covered in grease and oil in my overalls, but no one seems to notice. This is how I look everyday. I get to the Square and a Peacekeepe draws a blood sample. I wince as the needle stabs into my arm. Then, I drag my feet to stand with the other 16-year-olds. The escort begins the ceremony by announcing her name, "Hi, District 6! I am Catarina Williams, and it is an absolute pleasure to be welcomed so graciously into your fabulous district!" She grins at us ridiculously, but her face twists into an expression of disgust as she catches sight of me. I put my hands on my hips and she continues to rudely stare. Everything has gone quiet. Then, I decided that I want to be a tribute so I can annoy the stupid, obnoxious woman as much as possible. Well, she soon regains her composure and we watch the videos of Panem's past. Next, she draws the female tribute's name, "Macey Donnile!" A tall, skinny girl walks onto the stage and looks out on the croud in desperation, "Do we have any volun-" "I volunteer!" The words echo throughout the Square and I take the girl's place. She embraces me tightly, letting tractor grease get all over her perfect, pale pink dress, but she doesn't seem to mind. As she is walking away, she stops and runs back to me. In my ear she whispers two words that bring forth the full realization of the horrific fate that I have bestowed upon myself by volunteering. She said, "good luck."

Brann Clatch- I layed in bed until around 10:30 this morning. When I awoke, Mother made me dress a bit more formally than usual, so I slide on my darker, unripped jeans and a dark red, plaid shirt with the front unbuttoned over a solid black v-neck. Mother was disappointed that I had chosen these clothes; she said they aren't very fit for this occassion, but I ignored her and left the house anyway. People say that I have never been the same since the death of my sister. Is that true? It must be, because most of my friends have abandoned me. I spend most of my time alone, under the willow beside the old river. Nobody visits the river anymore. There is an old watermill that has been there, unused, for ages. I see the river as a place with much potential, but at the time it is my safe haven. I normally sit under the willow beside the mill and try to picture what that place could be, but now I must go to the Square for the dreaded Reaping. I approach the Square too soon for my liking, but it is time for the ceremony to begin. The escort begins, "Hi District 6! I am Catarina Williams! It is an absolute pleasure to be welcomed so graciously into your district!" Then, we watch the videos. Now, it is time for the announcing of the male and female tributes. "Macey Donnile!" That name is followed by a cry of, "I volunteer!" A girl wearing grease-covered overalls takes Macey's place. "Now for the boys!" She plucks a slip from the boys' Reaping glass. "Brann Clatch!" Me!

Katriona Greystone- This morning has been agonizing. I have been waiting in anxiety for the clock to strike 10:00 so I could start to the Square. I am terrified of the Reapings, but, in my mind, waiting for the tributes to be called is worse than the actual moment of truth. I keep glancing at the clock on the wall. So close: 9:59! The second hand is barely moving. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2. Then, the whole world comes to a complete stop. Everything and everyone is quiet. The second hand isn't moving! Time has frozen in its tracks. Suddenly....1. I throw down my axe and leave my position. I run as fast as I can to the Square. The Peacekeeper takes a bloodsample and I head to stand with the other 18-year-olds. The escort appears. He is surprising; he looks nothing like a Capitol person should. He has on dark, unripped jeans and a nice, black blazer over a baby blue shirt with a collar. There is no bold colors, no crazy hair, even no fluffy sleeves. He lacks the Capitol accent, too. "District 7, I am Liam Manual. I am here to announce the tributes and lead you all through this ceremony which must be excruciating for all of you." He exhales loudly and presses a button which projects the videos of Panem's past onto two large screens on either side of the Square. After the videos, he announces the female tribute's name, Katriona Greystone. I am going to be tribute in the 226th Annual Hunger Games. I shouldn't have rushed my time in the mill.

Jeff Hutchson- A girl named Katriona Greystone is the female tribute. I don't know it yet, but we will stand side by side on that stage. I fidget and tie a little string I have found in knots and untie it. In knots, untied. In knots, untied. I am like a machine wiht flying fingers. Suddenly, I stop playing witht he string. I have heard a familier name called and echoed. "Jeff Hutchson," the escort repeats. Why does that name sound so familier? Where have I heard it before? "Jeff Hutchson?" Silence. "Is there a Jeff Hutchson?" I walk onto the stage in a robotic fashion. The escort helps me up the stairs and whispers something in my ear, "it's going to be okay." We meet eyes and he, more loudly this time, instricts me to shake Katriona's hand. I move my arm up and down is short, jerky mtoions. "Are you alright?" Katriona asks me. I shake my head, no. She releases a small laugh. That's when I realize that I am still holding her hand. I let my hand fall back to my side and give an embarassed shrug. I let myself believe she would go easy on me in that arena. I was so sadly mistaken.

Aideen Cormick- I sit with my back leaned against the wall in the Square. I am the first potential-tribute here. I whisper jokes to myself, trying to keep from crying. I am terrified that I will be picked as tribute. I am so scared to hear the escort yell, "Aideen Cormick!" But why should I care? My life already feels like an eternal nightmare. I try to put a positive spin on my life, but I just can't. Jokes feel like the only escape. I have told this so many times to my favorite doll, Becca, but I can't stop myself from imagining that she replies in a way that makes me want to collapse to my knees and cry for the rest of my life. In my mind, Becca's alternate solution is death. I can't die. I'm not ready. I am petrified of dying at this age. I want to find a way to be happy again. I want to live the rest of my life with an upbeat look, but it is so hard. I have decided to mask my pain with a positive expression. I am so lost in a mental state of desperation and sorrow, that I don't even hear the beginning of the ceremony. All I hear is the name of the female tribute. "Aideen Cormick!" There, that feels like the end of my life, but I hide it with a smile. Despite my constant smile and jokes being told in my head, a silent tear slips over the barrier of my eyelashes and slides down my cheek.

Logan Waterson- The annual Reaping is a time of festivites in the wealthier districts, but here it is when you say good-bye to your loved ones, because it may be your last glance at their face before they are forced to fight to the death in an arena filled with treacherous traps and creatures and humans called tributes. I hope that I will never have to do this. i don't want to never see the ones I love again. To try to prevent this, I train like a Career; well, I try to. All I can use expertly is sword. I have tried so many times to master the bow and arrows, but it is an impossible feat. I awoke extra early this morning and tried to learn in the few extra hours I have given myself of training. I practiced until my friend, Selma, tapped my back and warned me of the near Reaping. I dropped the bow and arrows and walked to the Square. I got my bloodsample taken and stood with the other kids my age. We watched the escort, Melanie Chang, take the stage in her ridiculous, knitted outfit, and we watched the videos. We watched the female tribute be called. We watched the female tribute cry with a smile. We watched the male tribute be called. They watched a terrified me take the stage. They watched me and Aideen shake hands. "Ladies and gentleman, the tributes of District 8!"

Lia Mainwaring- I arrive at the Square withe a nervous grin. A Peacekeeper tries to grab my hand to do a bloodsample, but I jerk it away; I hate needles. That's when I realize how awfully rude that was, so I slide my hand back to his. He was very gentle, but I winced when I felt the tip. The Peacekeeper then stuck a bandage over the injection point. I didn't see him do this for anyone else. He smiled at me and I smiled back. As I walked away, he yelled something after me, "Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!" He was imitating Effie Trinket, the District 12 escort in the time of the 2nd Rebellion. This made my smile spread wider and remain firm until it was time to announce the female tribute. The escort wet his lips slightly and drew a deep breath as he plucked the first slip his fingertips touched. "Lia Mainwaring!" I was in shock and the cheerful smile slowly dissolved while I took my place on the stage. In its place stood a sly smile that couldn't be ignored. I know what my angle will be in these Games. I am as sly as a fox.

Kevin Quince- I spent years training for the Games. I have a private training course hidden in the outskirts of the district in a willow grove. I practice archery. I practice throwing knives. I practice with swords and spears. I know how to use common and uncommon weapons, but I am unstoppable when I have a trident. A net is optional but it works of great use to capture opponents. I find myself to be very much like the bold and great, Finnick Odair. I am so amazing at swimming and with tridents and nets, because I am from District 4. I was born and raised by the sea. I moved here during the few years of freedom with President Leise. Suddenly, my eyes wandered to my watch and I ran to the Square for the Reaping. I made it just in time to hear my name called as the male tribute.

Brie Pelt- It is time for another Reaping. I awoke at my average time and try not to let the idea of the possible death sentence distract me and ruin my morning. I eat my normal, small breakfast of a half orange and tossed my other half to my little brother. He catches it and laughs nervously. I know he is extremely scared about the Reaping, but he tries to hide it for my sake, which is unecessary; I should be protecting him and calming him. His artificial smiles help me none; they just remind me of what i could lose today. Suddenly, the chimes of father's prized grandfather clock signals that is is time to head the square. My brother squuezes my hand the entire walk. We get our bloodsamples taken and are forced to seperate into age groups. The escort is wearing a blue, layered wig with each layer a darker shade of blue. The wig has pefect curls at the bottom. He dresses himself in a neon, green jacket with green shorts that have a small, golden watch pinned to the pocket. He has shoes that are black and have a golden buckle. Pink and yellow, striped stockings stretch up his legs. I don't understand Capitol fashion. Well, we quickly watch the video's of the rebellions against the Capitol and then the female tribute is called, "Brie Pelt!" When I take my place on the stage, I see the face of my brother. Tears fall freely from his eyes and he shakes continuosly. I look at him, "It's all right," i whisper to him fromt he stage. I didn't mean to, but I leaned towards the microphone and my words to my brother were applified for everyone to hear.

Mark Bull- I stayed up late last night thinking about the Reaping. That's why I slept so late this morning. Now, I am running to the square for the Reaping. I get there and the videos are playing. I get my bloodsample taken quickly and join the other 16-year-olds. I basically fall asleep until I hear my name being called. Of course, no one volunteers. I am the male tribute.

Jone Depaul- I am on my way to the dreaded Reaping. I don't want to be picked as tribute, but do I have control? No. I have no control. I have considered multiple times to just run off and hide at the far corners of the corn fields near the woods. Nobody works those areas. They are abandoned but are still full of fresh, golden corn. I just don't have the courage. I sigh at the thought. I am sweating under the sun's powerful rays. I reac the Square soon and stand at the back, under the weeping willow tree. I watch our escort introduce herself and the videos begin. Then, it is time for the female tribute to be called. I hold my breath... "Joan Depaul." This annoys me so greatly that I'm not even frightened about being a tribute yet. I stomp onto the stage and correct her mistake. I snatch the mic from the escort's hands and yell into it, "My name ain't Joan. My name's Jone; pronounced Yo-neigh!" The escort apologizes sincerely, but I'm still annoyed. I spit onto the ground at her feet and she takes a few steps back and looks at me in disgust. I give a mocking grin and cross my arms.

Pamline Falcone- A girl names Joan, no Jone, was recently picked as the female tribute. I laughed at her episode on stage. She has a fiery personality. I like that. The corners of my mouth twist themselves into an amused smile that is quickly wiped clean when I hear the male tribute's name, Pamline Falcone. I take my place on stage and shake Jone's hand. "' Sup, Pam?" she asks. I give a small laugh at her boyish manner. "Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes in the 226th Annual Hunger Games!" The croud cheers. I can tell that they beleive that me and Jone will be serious contenders in the Games.

Natasha Grey- This morning has been gray and the air has been full of misty fog. This weather sets the tone perfectly for the upcoming event, the Reaping. I am walking down a dirt trail to the Square. When I get there, a Peacekeeper draws a bloodsample. I wince at the needle's point in my flesh. "Hold still," the Peacekeeper snaps. I turn to say something back, but catch the eye of another Peacekeepr nearby. He has a look on his face, daring me to do it. His fingers drift noticeably to the whip on his belt. I lower my eyes and walk away when the needle is withdrawn. Everbody's expression is grim. The escort takes the stage, "Hello, District 12! I am Evelyn Trink!" She draws a breath as the video's of Panem's past are displayed on two giant screens placed for everyone's eyes. When the videos are finished, Evelyn sighs, "Oh, I just love that." then, she snaps her fingers and continues with the ceremony. "Well, it is time for the exciting part of today!" Eveyrone is silent even though this was an obvious que for applause. Evelyn just continues to grin and notices after a while that she will get no cheers. "Okay, then, as the glorious Effie Trinket always said, "Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Evelyn sauntered to the girls' Reaping class and danced her gloved fingers through the bowl. Her wrist moved in a snap as she removed a slip. Evelyn wet her lips and announced a name into the microphone, "Natasha Grey!" I took my place on stage without hesitation. I was in shock, but I was determined to look brave infront of the croud. I want to give them hop that District 12 can have another victor.

Kyle Curts- Natasha Grey was chosen as the female tribute. I think I have seen her before, but where. I wouldn't have seen her in school; we are two years apart. I search the corners of my mind for the memory of our meeting. Then, it hits me, I saw her sneaking into a house in my part of the District. Madame Silvia was at the bakery that day and I was strolling down the lane near her home. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl with the Seam appearance slip through a window. I followed her out of stupidity and we came face to face. She looked startled when she saw me. I threatened to turn her in to the Peacekeeper, but we both knew that I didn't have the heart. I tried to look threatening. "Natasha," she whispered to me, holding out her hand. I took it and shook it cautiously. This was a random gesture and completely inappropriate for the time being and it unnerved me a bit. Though, I softened when I saw the hungry, desperate look in her eyes. "Follow me," I said. I had the intentions of bringing her home to retrieve what food I could for her. Natasha nodded her head, but as soon as we were both outside again, she took off running down the street. I never saw Natasha again until today. The flashback played itself like a film in my eyes. I jumped when I heard the escort's voice call my name.

Jessica Andrea- I worked all night last night and I am working this morning, too. Mother and Father own the healer's quarters in the District. We get many patients with minor illnesses, but that doesn't mean we aren't able to handle medical emergencies. We all are very skilled healers. I am treating a wound in a small child's leg when Mother taps my shoulder, "It's time." I immediately know what she means. The Reaping. I drag my feet to the Square with thoughts of being in that horrid arena haunting my mind. Along the way, a group of 10th years at school block my path. I abruptly stop. "Move," I mutter. "What's that, Jessie?" they ask me mockingly. I try to push past them, but they grab my hair. I screech, and they pull harder. I turn to stomp on their feet, but they knock me to the ground. I pathetically try to crawl away. As I do, they laugh and make several jokes about my weight even though I'm not that big. I finally, get to the Square and my bloodsample is taken. The escort plays the videos and announces the female tribute, "Jessica Andrea."

Keane Chance- I spent the night on the pavement floor of the Square. I awake to trampling feet. It is time for the Reaping. People stomp my hands and legs and near my head. I don't fight them; I let them bloody my hands and arms and legs. I stand as the escort begins the videos. I pretend to watch them, but I am really fantasizing about the arena. I want to give my life to save someone else. Their life can't be as miserable as mine. There is no point in living. I hear the female tribute's name, Jessica Andrea. I feel sorry for her, because people laughed and pointed when she was chosen. Then the male's name, "Bland Ericson!" Intead of him, I walk ontot he stage. "Are you Bland?" the escort asks me. I reply in a single word, "No." The escort is puzzled. "Well what's your name?" I reply in a sorrow-filled and dreary voice, "Keane Chance." She draws a breath before speaking, "Oh, so you are a volunteer! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a volunteer!"

The Tribute Parade
''"Hello, and welcome to the 226th Annual Tribute Parade! Tonight stylists will be acknowledged for their genuine designs and unique creativity!" The announcer, Alexander Barry, takes a breath and dramatically yells into the microphone, "Let's welcome the fabulous District 1!"''

District 1: The heads of two snow white horses peer around the corner. The horses' bodies are drenched in golden shimmer; they twinkle like constellations. The horses pull a small, silvery stage behind them. Upon the stage is a large, magenta egg-shaped structure. The egg-shaped encloser slowly opens, revealing the District 1 stylist's pure talent. The first thing seen is the golden costume of the male. The lights catches the gold and radiates a glowing light. He is dressed in a metalic, gold unitard that appears to be made of golden, skeletal leaves. He has a headdress that has the same effect as the unitard. The headpiece makes him look as if he has a maine of those purely golden leaves. Perfectly polished amythysts are dotted down his unitard. It is obvious that this costume represents a main job of District 1, a goldsmith. Once the egg-shaped dome is fully opened, it is drapes over the silvery stage like a rug. The female's dress is nearly the same color as the magenta rug and it blends in perfectly, but suddenly, the color flashes to a brilliant pink; then, it darkens to a wine color. She is clothed in breathtaking fineste. She wears a semi-transparent, wine colored gown that is strategically crinkled and folded to look wine swirling out of the bottle. The dress spreads around her, but curls up at the bottom to loook like a splash. Under the dress is a fitting, black underddress. Garnet gems are placed as a belt around her waist. Upon her head is a larger model of a cork with black netting along the bottom that falls to just before her eyes. This costume represents another duty of District 1, making Panem's wine. The male and the female of District 1 showcase their costumes magnificently. They begin their time out of the egg-shaped dome by presenting their costumes. Then, the male dances to the female and lifts her high into the air. Her spinning dress gives the effect of engulfing them both in an elegant wine. Then, the chariot comes to a stop at the end of the street and the two perform a elaborate dance on their stage as the next chariot rolls around the corner.

District 2: Horses that are the color of midnight, start by running around the corner and once the tributes are in full view, they slow to a showcasing walk. Those horses are pulling a traditional solid, black chariot behind them with the two tributes proudly upon it. The tributes are clothed in the purest silver shaped into full-body armor. The female is sitting on the front of the chariot where you normally hold on to and is waving with a brilliant smile. The male has one foot placed one the same area the female is seated and one foot on the ground. He appears to be confident and proud. The female decided to blow kisses to the croud and they went wild. White roses are being tossed at them from all directions! The male catches a flower and hands it, like a gentleman, to the female with a bow. She smiles and graciously takes it with a gesture of thanks. Then he lifts her off of the front of the chariot and they stand side by side. They turn and face eachother; then, join hands. Their expressions harden to the faces of united warriors. They look fierce. They look powerful. They look like victors.

District 3: Three robotic horses pull a giant, seemingly solid, metal square. The tributes are nowhere to be seen, but suddenly, sparks of electricity run through the metal square. Next, the tributes rise from the top. They tower above everything. They are both clothed in identical costumes. Their skin is covered in a metalic body suit. Over it is a metal lightening bolt shape with sparks of electricity running through it. They are glowing. They are stunning! Their stylist is brilliant. These costumes perfectly represent the duties of District 3. The male stands stiff and unmoving. He looks menacing while the female waves formally with one hand while the rest of her is completely still. They could possibley be, very well, contenders in these Games.

District 4: A strange head, that definately isn't the average horse, is seen coming around the corner. Everyone is on the edge of their seat, straining with anxiety to see what fabulous costumes will be showcased by the District 4 tributes. The full body of the strange animal comes around the corner. It is a giant seahorse! The tributes are seated upon its back. The male proudly wears silver, glittering armor. He showcases a metalic trident. He appears to be the king of the sea! The female is dressed as a gorgeaus, glimmering mermaid. She is covered in rainbow colored glitter that bounces the light perfectly to reflect her perfect, beautiful complection and figure. A shimmering, blue tail with multi-colored glitter scattered over the surface of the fabric will be worn. She will have a bikini top created from several multi-colored shells. A tiara made, also, of multi-colored shells rests upon her perfectly curled hair. She looks like the queen of the sea! Together, the two tributes from District 4 are the rulers of the sea! That's an incredible image created by their stylist.

District 5: District 5 is in a solid gold chariot and their costumes are all but flattering. They both are dressed alike in a gold-colored unitard with light bulbs scattered over it. They have a chandelier upon their head. This outfit was creative but not at all flattering to the tributes. This will not be played to their advantage in that arena. This will not help them get sponsors.

District 6: The District 6 tributes are riding in a miniature train with an open roof. Wen they are in view of the audience, they crawl through the top and stand upon the train's white, flawless roof. The male wears a baby blue jetpack on his back and a pilot's helmet on his head. He has on a dark blue unitard. The female wears a similar outfit; she has a pale pink jetpack on her back and a pilot's hemet and goggles on her head. She wears a magenta unitard. Their looks represent their district magnificently. It is so simple yet so intruingingly accurate.

District 7: The District 7 chariot is a giant, leafless tree! It is on tiny, unsightly wheels. The tributes stand in the branches of the tree in their wonderful costumes. They are the leaves!  A white tux with a rainbow of autumn leaves on the pants and shirt is worn by the male. He wears an intricate head-dress made of autumn leaves. He looks stunning with the female equally dressed! She has on a knee-length white gown covered in assorted autumn leaves. She has a head-piece made of leaves of the colors red, orange, and yellow. Such cleverness with making the tributes the leaves! This creativity will effect sponsors! What will they think: brilliance or insanity?

District 8: District 8 is up next! Multicolored horses round the corner, pulling a circular stage that has been wrapped in a rainbow of ribbons. The male has colorful glitter poured over his body. He is wearing a tightly fitted body suit that is covered is rainbow sparkles and glitter; it is multi-colored. It has long strips of neon fabric trailing from his arms and feet. He has a golden circlet ontop his head, with ribbons flowing from it. The female is just as colorful in breathtaking designs. She has tons of glittering make-up surrounding her eyes, to hide the dark circles caused by a lifetime of sleepless nights. She is clothed in a tight-fitting body suit that is covered in rainbow shimmer and multi-colored neon dye. It has long strips of bright fabric trailing from her arms and feet. A tiny tiara with several golden ribbons flowing beautifully with her hair is angled on the crown of her head. District 8 looks amazing!

District 9: The tributes comes, walking, around the corner. The female is doing spins and swirls and leaps. She looks elegant and talented. The male follows. He walks directly behins her with both hands in the air waving to the croud on either side. Their personalities look amazing, but their outfits? Not so much. The male has a grain-colored suit and the female a dress. They both have on wigs that look as if their hair is made of grain. They look repulsive. This is an offense to all of District 9. Absolutely dreadful designing, but magnificent showcasing.

District 10: The District 10 chariot is very traditonal being the origianl shape and a solid, milky white. The tributes are clothed in the most elegant fabrics and simple, yet breathtaking, colors imaginable. The female steals the show in a milky white costume. Her strawberry blonde hair is pinned up in tight braids with the bottom half dyed a milky white. A white head piece, that flows up to a silver upturned bottle shape with pearls on it sits upon her head. A white veil falls down the left side of her face, to an over-shoulder white dress that is placed elegantly on her body. Silver eye shadow, with silver lipstick highlights her full lips and glistening eyes. Tiny, little diamonds are scattered down the veil and dress, so it sparkles snow white in the sunlight. It's meant to look, as if someone has taken a bottle of milk, and tipped it over her head, the white head peice, veil and dress symbolising the milk. The male wears a similar idea. He has on a white headpeice, flowing up to a silver bottle shape with pearls in it. Silver eye shadow and white make up cover the rest of his face. A thick, silky, white veil trails from the head piece. Long billowy white robes, that flow around him, like the milk are worn. Diamonds scatter down the veil and robes and glisten in the light. That inside look at the district's industry is marvelous. Everyone thinks of meat when they think of District 10, but this stylist looked deeper and went with a lesser known product from the district. It was a risky move, but payed off incredibley. This stylist recieves praise for creativity and sense of style and purity.

District 11: The chariot rolls around the corner, being pulled by two berry colored stallions. The tributes wear articles of vines. The male has vines knotted and braided to make a solid article. They are formed in the shape of pants with the most vines, making it thicker, around his waist but less vines are used the lower down his leg it progesses. His chest and arms are left bare. A crown is resting on his head, made of leaves and fake berries. The female's costume is constructed somewhat similarly. She will have vines strategically knotted to form a solid article around her chest; vines will also form a tiny skirt around her waist that only reaches from her hips to the top half of her thighs. Vines with leaves wrap themselves up her arms and legs. On her head is a gorgeaus headpiece made of vines, leaves, and one or two fake apples. Wow, what an amazing design. This will definately attract sponsors!

District 12: District 12 is approaching. They are both on the backs of black stallions. They both wear the same, hideous designs.  A baggy, orange coal-miner's suit that is unflattering and the obvious design choice. The stylist clearly didn't want to use the flame idea, for it was overused, but this is too simple and too predictable and nonflattering on the tributes.

District 13: The tributes are standing a gigantic, white sphere that is constantly rotating but they don't fall off. Their costumes are hideous and way too simple. The male wears a silvery tux. He has on a headpiece of thin, metal discs that are constantly rotating. A bright, blue bead is being rolled along the sides of the discs. His is awful, but the female's is especially repulsive.  She has a really tight dress that she stuffed into. It is silver and she has the same headdress as the male.

District Costume Ranking
1st: District 10 (Recieves $100 of sponsor money)

2nd: District 1 (Recieves $90 of sponsor money)

3rd: District 7 (Recieves $80 of sponsor money)

4th: District 2 (Recieves $70 of sponsor money)

5th: District 11 (Recieves $70 of sponsor money)

6th: District 4 (Recieves $50 of sponsor money)

7th: District 3 (Recieves $50 of sponsor money)

8th: District 6 (Recieves $50 of sponsor money)

9th: District 8 (Recieves $50 of sponsor money)

10th: District 5 (Recieves $30 of sponsor money)

11th: District 13 (Recieves $10 of sponsor money)

12th: District 12 (Recieves $10 of sponsor money)

13th: District 9 (Recieves $0 of sponsor money)

Private Training Sessions and Scores
Brooke Xena: Brooke heard her name called and stepped into the training room. She curtsied before the Gamemakers and began her session. After her curty she did several back handsprings and landed perfectly upon a balance beam. She wobbled slightly as she did her flips down the length of the beam, but recovered like a professional. When she finished her performance on the beam she did a flip off of it and landed at the foot of a climbing rope. She climbed it at high speed and rang thr bell at the top. Then, she flipped off of it and, without hesitation, scooped up a handful of knives and hurled them at the targets. Only two of the five she threw stuck, but only one hit the target. She sighed and gave up. She had atempted too much. Even thought he beginning was impressive, she finished with a flop.

Brooke Xena's Score: 7

Lion Scrapes: Lion walks into the training room with confidence that shows. He sends a quick smile to a female Gamemaker who is watching him intently. She giggles and whispers something to the man next to her. After that, Lion takes his time to walk to the sword station. It's not his best station, but he can do it. He decapitates several dummies with one sweep and throws the sword behind him. It sticks in a target set up for bow and arrows. He grins in pride and saunters to a mace that lays ornamentally on a table. It is carefully detailed and carved. The head is iron and the handle area is purely crafted of gold. He fingers the artwork before swinging the club above his head. He spins it in circles, faster and faster, until letting fly from his hand. It hurtles towards a dummy and the impact of the mace on the dummy knocks it over and leaves a dent in its chest. Then, Lion bows and exits.

Lion Scrapes' Score: 10

Thalia Combe: She enters the training while wearing an ear-to-ear grin. She waves to he Gamemakers and a few bow back. She picks up a bow and arrows and send arrows flying, rapidly, towards the target. Not one misses the target but 3 of the six arrows she shot stuck in the bullseye. She thought she did okay. Then, she gave a brief curtsy and left the room.

Thalia Combe's Score: 7

Axel Armstrong: He does a funny jig as he enters the room. The Gamemakers guffaw and suddenly stop when they hear the sound of metal hitting metal. While the Gamemakers were laughing, Axel had hurled a metal sword at a metal bowl filled with ninja stars. The ninja stars were scattered on the floor and the sword had the bowl pinned to the wall. Axel, then, grinned stupidly and bowed like a clown.

Axel Armstrong's Score: 6

Dimitria Pod: Dimitria was very nervous to begin her private training, but she took a deep breath and entered the room. She awkwardly waved to the Gamemakers and bent down to pick up an axe. Her hands gripped the axe so hard that her knuckles were white and her hands ached. She spun around, gaining momentum. The axe was swinging around and she finally released it at the target. The target fell over the the axe stuck in the wood, but not in the bullseye. Close but not quite. Dimitria panicked and felt devastated and lost so she ran out of the room without being excused.

Dimitria Pod's Score: 4

Rickey Dean: Rickey barged through the doors and didn't acknowledge the Gamemakers. He slowly made his way to the plant identification and station and ruled out every single one of the poisonous plants. He did remarkable in every station that required knowledge. Know it was time for him to show his skill with knives. He scooped up five knives and threw rapidly, one after the other, at a target. Every single one hit the target and only two missed the bullseye. Then, Rickey was excused so he held up his hand as a signal for the Gamemakers to silence. He walked to the climbing rope as slow as possible which was a sign of arrogance and he climbed it professionaly. When he finished, the Gamemakers didn't signal him out because he might not be done yet, but he was and he left without permission.

Rickey Dean's Score: 9

Perdere Casey: She enters the room, running as fast as possible to show off her speed. Then, she made a fishing hook out of every possible item in that station. Then she tied several knots as a professional. Next, she hurled a trident at target which missed, but not by much. Then, she curtsied and left the room politely.

Perdere Casey's Score: 6

Thomas Quince: Thomas entered the room with a smile upon his face. He was confident in his abilities but not overly. He picked up a spear and aimed at the light fixture hanging over the climbing station. He hurled the spear and it made contact with the light, sending a shower of sparks to fall to the floor. Then, he grabbed two spear, one in each hand, and shot them at the targets simutaniously. They both hit the bullseye and he waved to the Gamemakers as he exited.

Thomas Quince's Score: 10

Cassidy O'Hara: She knows her plan as she enters the room. She wants to appear weak and vulnerable and foolish, but surprise everyone in the arena. She first runs and trips purposely on her way to the poisonous plant section and does a few right, but tries to shove several poisonous berries into her mouth. She is stopped by the Gamemakers. They excuse her and say she is dangerously stupid. They wave nervously to her as she exits.

Cassidy O'Hara's Score: 1

Chase Electro: Chase enters the room and starts immediately with no wave or bow. He hurls ten extremely heavy weights, rapidly, at a cart across the room. They hit and slam it against the wall. The Gamemakers clap and Chase exits without exibiting his other talents.

Chase Electro's Score: 7

Redinda Jameson: Redinda enters the room with shaking confidence, but the confidence is there. She grins nervously and sends a small wave in the direction of the Gamemakers. The Head Gamemaker replies with a nod. Red assumes this is the signal to begin. She creates a bunch of delicate and complex traps out of common items and nothing but her hands. She showcases them proudly and then, exits when she was excused.

Redinda Jameson's Score: 5

Brann Clatch: Brann begins by running to the sword station. He decapitates several dummies with one kind of sword and grabs another kind form the table behind him. He tosses them in the air and catches them both in the opposite hand. Then, he does a backflip and stabs a dummy with the second sword and sends the first flying across the room. It sticks in the archery target.. Brann, then, bows and exits when the Gamemakers excuse him

Brann Clatch's Score: 10

Katriona Greystone: Katriona kicks in the doors and enters the training room. The Gamemakers stop their laughter and conversation and direct their attention towards her. She picks up four axes, two in each hand and sends two flying at one target and two flying at another. They all stick in the bullseye. She, then, she shows off her strength by tosses weights at targets where they leave a huge dent in the center. Next she stomps over to a grown man in the wrestling station and pins him down with ease. She put her foot upon his chest and smiled boldly. She let her guard down so they man grabbed her ankle and threw her down. The Gamemakers ordered his to let her go. He did and Katriona gave a quick punch and walked out in anger from being shown up by a dumb Capitol man.

Katriona Greystone's Score: 10

Jeff Hutchson: Jeff knows her wants to show off hs skill with a bow and arrow in training. He enters the room and begins immediatly with archery. He lets 12 arrows fly to the target. 8 of the 12 stick to the bullseye. 4 missed the target and the rest stuck on the outer edge of the target. He believes he did okay.

Jeff Hutchson's Score: 8

Aideen Cormick: In Private Training she surrounds herself with dummies, and collects some throwing weapons. She tells a joke that causes the Gamemakers to guffaw like idiots and then she throws a weapon at the head of one of the dummies. It's symbolic, just because she likes a laugh, and looks sweet, doesn't mean that she won't kill you without hesitation.

Aideen Cormick's Score: 6

Logan Waterson: He will barges through the doors, decapitates the dummies and sends a sword flying at the target. Then, he heads to the climbing net and finishes it in record time. He ends by running out without being dismissed.

Logan Waterson's Score: 10

Lia Mainwaring: Lia's flies into the room at her top speed and does multiple laps around the large room without slowing; she, in fact, gains speed. Then, she runs out. After training she realizes how unimpressive she looked. She felt like an idiot.

Lia Mainwaring's Score: 3

Kevin Quince: Kevin walks in and bows to the Gamemakers. A few bow back and some wave, but most don't even make eye contact with him. Kevin is caught off guard by the Gamemakers' rudeness so he falters a moment before recovering. He grabs several knives and throws them at the target dummies. They all stick in the bullseye. Then, he grabs a sword an beheads a group of dummies in one swipe.

Kevin Quince's Score: 9

Brie Pelt: Brie's fingers keep twirling her milky white hair in circles until her name is called. She slowly walks into the training room and the first thing she does is climb the climbing rope. Then, she swings across the ceiling holding on to poles and ropes and anything else. She ends by releasing her grip and flippin to the ground.

Brie Pelt's Score: 5

Mark Bull: Mark walks in and grabs a whip that sits, unused, in the corner. This fascinates the Gamemakers because not many tributes use a whip as a weapon. Mark has a very uncommon talent. Well, Mark lifts the whip and swings it like a lasso above his head. He goes down a line and whips every dummy in the chest, leaving a large gash where their heart would be. Mark bows and exits when he is excused.

Mark Bull's Score: 8

Jone Depaul: Jone walks in and rolls her eyes at the Gamemakers. This offends them and they send her out without watching her routine. Jone will not be a Gamemaker favorite.

Jone Depaul's Score: 1

Pamline Falcone: Pamline enters the room and goes staright for an axe. He lifts and and throws it at a dummy target meant for spear practive. The sword sticks sideways right over the neck. If that was an actual dummy it would've been decapitated.

Pamline Falcone's Score: 8

Natasha Grey: When it is her turn Natasha sneaks through the window and enters that way to show how sneaky and quiet she can be. She does backbends all the way to the knife station and she throws knives at the dummy targets whenever they light up. She only misses one out of the five she throws.

Natasha Grey's Score: 8

Kyle Curts: Kyle walks in and grabs a sword. He performs no spectacular feats. He is nothing unique and remarkable. He just throws a sword a dummy that he drew a face on. The sword's blade stuck in the dummy's drawn-on eye.

Kyle Curts' Score: 6

Jessica Andrea: Jess enters and curtsies infront of the Gamemakers some smile back, but most don't acknowledge her. Jess is bothered by this, but doesn't say anything. She has an avox lay out several bowls of food, some posioned and some not. Jessica smells every one of them and eats the ones without poison. Some Gamemakers clap and the ones who didn't pay attention join in. She curtsies, once more, and exits with a proud smile.

Jessica Andrea's Score: 6

Keane Chance: During his Private Training session Keane walks in with his head down and sits silently in a corner with himself facing the wall. He does nothing but exit when he is told to leave by the one Gamemaker watching.

Keane Chance's Score: 1

The Interview Host
The interview host for these Games will be Piper Bristol. Piper is a female who was extremely sad when the Games were cancelled in President Leise's time, but she eventually saw how cruel and barbaric the Games really were. That realization made her want to be the interview host when the Games started again with President Ivory. She felt that as interview host she could help encourage the tributes and keep them as hopeful and optimistic as possible.

She tries to be as fantastic as Caeser Flickerman and she exceeds beyond expectations. She is wonderful and can coax a conversation out of almost any tribute. She only makes jokes at her own expense and puts a positive spin on anything the tribute says. She always puts on her most stunning smile while she is on stage so the tributes feel more welcome. Piper always says the right thing at the right time. She is a perfect host.

Piper has long, wavy hair that is brown and has pink, purple, and blue highlights. She is actually pretty, in a way. Her eyes are a deep blue, and she has long eyelashes with tiny butterflies scattered over them. She wears purple eyeshadow and lipstick. Piper dresses in a long, white, sleeveless gown with a purple belt around her waist.

Head Gamemaker
The Head Gamemaker for these Games is a 23-year-old, Jennifer Ellie. She is easily offended, and when she is angry she can be murderous. She is very harsh and demanding, and if you catch her in a good mood, you've obviously been extremely nice to her or you know her very well. Also, she will do anything to make the Games as bloody as possible. She adores mutts and will contribute as many deadly additions to the Games as possible. And because of her love of a tribute's bloody death, she will make the arena extra harsh, dangerous, and, of course, deadly

The Games Announcer
Alexander Barry is the Announcer for the 226th annual Hunger Games! His phrase that announces the beginning of the Games is, "Tributes, welcome to the Hunger Games' arena! Remember, only one tribute may win! So, best of luck, and let the Games begin!"

Arena The tributes will begin scattered throughout the arena to avoid the initial bloodbath. Last Games, the tributes died out too fast and the Games were receiving poor ratings. Without the Bloodbath, the Games will be longer. The arena is placed on a a giant plateau. The overall shape is a square and it is surrounded by cliffs. In the desert area there is a giant rock that has multiple entances/exits and would be a perfect hideout if it wasn't so easy to spot. Near the rock cave is a pond that look luxurious and fresh, but it disappears when a tribute nears it. When, the tribute steps away it reappaers and then disappears when they get close again. At the other end of the desert is a giant, fresh body of water that has a current pushing the water to a waterfall over the edge of the cliff. Most of the arena is a desert. There is an area, though, that is forest. The tips of the trees can't be seen from the desert, because there is a steep drop before them so they are in form of a basin. The forest's overall shape is sort of like a horn that juts into to scorching desert. At the far left corner of the forest is a giant circle-shaped body of salt water. In the center of the water circle is a tiny circle of land. Upon that land is a cornucopia that is seperated into two catagories: weapons and supplies. The mouth of the cornucopia is covered by two doors. In one of the doors is weapons, in the other is supplies. Beyond the forest and the cornucopia's island is another stretch of desert. Past that is, once again, a steep drop that conceals the tree-tops of a forest. In that forest is a small, fresh-water stream with both ends of it dropping over the edges of cliffs, forming a waterfall. There is no designated areas for certain mutts. The mutts roam freely into any area they want.

Mutts
Capitol Name: Zagle

Appearance: Half horse and half lizard with eagle wings.

Attacks: Trampling victim. Clawing victim until their death.

Abilities: It is very fast; it can fly; it is amazing at camouflage; It has incredible climbing skills.

Other: Lives in dens dug under uplifting tree roots.

Capitol Name: Krister

Appearance: It looks like an ordinary rabbit but it has longer ears and much longer teeth. It will change from white to black before it attacks.

Attacks: It bites its victims and inserts venom that stops their victim's heart.

Abilities: It is very fast and kills its prey with its venomous bite. It appears to be a normal rabbit until it turns to the color black before it attacks.

Capitol Name: Ranger

Appearance: It appears to be a human crossed with a hyena. It is normally a male. Will have on clothes: a Peacekeeper uniform without the helmet so you can see its vicious hyena face. Stands on hind legs.

Attacks: Claw, kick, tackle, and choke

Abilities: Very good climber. Fast. Can slide into small spaces.

Other: Lives in caves.

Alliances
Alliance 1 (The Careers): Brook Xena, Lion Scrapes, Brie Pelt (She got a good training score so she was offered a position with the Careers), and Rickey Dean

Alliance 2: Thalia Combe (she plans to attack the Careers), Axel Armstrong and Aideen Cormick

(Axel felt, somehow, connected to Aideen and left the Careers so he could ally with her and protect her. He loves her like a sister).

Alliance 3: Mark Bull and Dimitria Pod

Alliance 4: Thomas Quince, Kevin Quince, and Perdere Casey

Alliance 5: Brann Clatch, Redinda Jameson, and Lia Mainwaring

Alliance 6: Katriona Greystone and Jone Depaul

Alliance 7: Jeff Hutchson, Jessica Andrea, Logan Waterson, and Kyle Curts

Tributes Who Will Be Alone: Cassidy O'Hara, Chase Electro, Pamline Falcone, Natasha Grey, and Keane Chance

Sponsoring
''Each user's starting amount will be based on how well they did in training, their interviews, and their presentation in the parade. You will receive an amount based on your tributes' presentation to the sponsors.''

Each kill one of your tributes makes in the arena, you will get $1o more in sponsor money.

''You would mainly sponsor your own tributes, but if they are in an alliance, you can sponsor anyone in the alliance. And once (if) your tribute(s) is dead you can use your remaining money to sponsor other tributes that don't belong to you.''

Backpack (containing a clear sheet of plastic and a box of matches): $90

Trident: $80

Sword: $60

Spear: $50

Knives: $30 each

Dart Gun: $100

12 Poisoned Darts: $90

12 Regular Darts: $60

Bow and 12 arrows: $90

Camoflauge Paint: $60 per bottle

Net: $30

Basket: $40

Tent: $180

Empty Water Bottle: $60

Full Water Bottle: $90

Soup: $80

Vegetables: $80

Medicene (works on anything, stomachs, infection, headaches etc.): $200

Rope: $70

6 Sharpened Pencils: $20

Stack of Paper: $30

Thin Blanket: $40

Thick Blanket: $60

Pillow: $40

Hairband: $10

Paint brush: $30

Sponsors & Their Tributes
Rule666: Kyle Curts, Jeff Hutchson, and Jessica Andrea ($270)

Robin040197: Brann Clatch, Lion Scrapes, Thomas Quince, and Kevin Quince ($470)

WayfinderOwl: Aideen Cormick and Keane Chance ($110)

FinnickIsTheAwesomeOne: Pamline Falcone and Jone Depaul ($140)

Mrweare121: Rickey Dean ($120)

Daveforeva: Brie Pelt ($150)

AW3SOM3 S4MU3L: Dimitria Pod ($80)

IHeartHungerGames: Logan Waterson ($120)