User blog:PumPumPumpkin :3/The Rejuvination Games

Introduction
Welcome to the Rejuvenation Games, the 3rd and final installment of my Justice Games series. However, to this day, neither the Justice Games or the Arcane Games are finished as it stands, so you will have to wait a long while for these to start up. Hopefully it´ll be worth the wait. And a message to some users (you know who you are) I will in fact finish not only these, but also the Arcane Games and the Justice Games. The Justice Games are well on it´s way to the Finale even.

Now, there is a reason these will be called the Rejuvenation Games. For these Games, past Tributes from The Abyss of Insanity, as well selected Tributes from across the Hunger Games Role-Playing Wiki will be revived and pitted against 30 Reaped (submitted by Users) Tributes, making the total count of competitors 60 in total.

Each week, I´ll be posting the Abyss of Insanity Tribute and the Selected Tribute for the spot to be in these Games, starting with the Capitol pair and all the way up to District 14.

Comment and tell me if you don´t want your Tribute in these Games, and I´ll take them off.

Rules

 * 2 Reaped Tributes per user. There is no restrain on how many Tributes a user can have in total however, when considering the Rejuvenated Tributes as well.
 * Reservations lasts for maximum a week. However, remember that the Games won´t acually start right off the bat, so it may be better to wait it out.
 * I will be doing Reapings, Chariots, Training and finally the Games themselves. These will probably take very long to finish once I start them, so please do not lose your patience.
 * Advice often and in-depth, or your Tributes will have a bigger and bigger chance to die the longer they go without any advice. Cheering is also important, as it lets me know whether you´re reading or not.
 * Please no hate in the comments.
 * Don´t get mad at me if your Tributes die, it may very well be your own fault for not advicing or cheering, so take that into consideration.
 * Please, this is the internet, not real life. If you get mad or sad because your Tributes died, remember this is just the internet and take and couple of deep breaths.

Apollo White (Abyss of Insanity)


Age: 16

Weapons: Knives, axe

Owned by: Teen Derp (Inactive)

Votes: III

Buck Rockwell (HGRP Wiki)


Age: 16

Weapons: Spear, rock, sword

Owned by: YourFavoriteSalmon (Active)

Votes: I

Claire Penthe (Abyss of Insanity)


Age: 13

Weapons: Blowgun

Owned by: Am I Dreaming? (Active)

Votes: I

Saadia Gaena (HGRP Wiki)


Age: 12

Weapons: Knives, spears

Owned by: Yoonie (Active)

Votes: III

Real Life




Relationship Overboard
'''This concept and idea is credit to Wiressfan21. I was not the first to do this. Please credit Wiressfan21 if you too use this section in your Fan-Games.'''

Sponsoring
Every Tribute starts off with 3000$ in Sponsor Money for their Mentor to use, but they can recieve more money if they fulfill the requirements underneath the section "Earn Extra Sponsor Money". Please do notify me if you notice anything missing from the below list of Sponsor items.

Weaponry
Sword - 1250$

Hook Sword - 1500$

Knife - 500$

Throwing knives (6) - 1150$

Thowing knives (12) - 2300$

Matchete - 1100$

Sythe - 1000$

Sickle - 800$

Whip - 700$

Bow - 2000$

Arrows (12) - 1200$

Bow and Arrows (12) - 3200$

Crossbow - 2300$

Slingshot - 350$

Trident - 3500$

Spear - 1000$

Mace - 1700$

Axe - 2500$

Awl - 700$

Blowgun - 1000$

Darts (12) - 600$

Poisoned Darts (12) - 1200$

Hatchet - 1500$

Tomahawk - 1500$

Daggers (2) - 1100$

Hammer - 900$

Katana - 1200$

Survival
Canteen (Empty) - 50$

Canteen (Water) - 100$

Canteen (Soup) - 400$

Sleeping Bag - 500$

Rope - 200$

Bag - 700$

Small Backpack - 500$

Medium Backpack - 750$

Big Backpack - 1000$

Night-Vision Sunglasses - 2000$

Bag of Apples (15) - 1000$

Packet of Beef Strips (5) - 800$

Pack of Dried Fruit - 300$

Large Pack of Dried Fruit - 600$

Slap of Cheese - 1000$

Loaf of Bread - 1100$

Poison - 1200$

Tent - 3000$

Iodine - 500$

Matches - 700$

Burn Medicine - 1500$

Band-Aids - 500$

Anti-Infection - 2700$

Camouflage Paint - 2400$

Blanket - 400$

Misc.
Mentor Letter - 100$

Family Letter - 350$

Map Of Arena - 4000$

Tribute Sensor - 3500$

Earn Extra Sponsor Money
Best Chariot Outfits - 500$

Second Best Chariot Outfits - 400$

Third Best Chariot Outfits - 250$

Top Training Score - 500$

Second Highest Training Score - 400$

Third Highest Training Score - 250$

Top Betting Odds - 500$

Second Highest Betting Odds - 400$

Third Highest Betting Odds - 250$

Kill a tribute with a training score 1 to 4 - 250$

Kill a tribute with a training score 5 to 8 - 500$

Kill a tribute with a training score 9 to 12 - 750$

Survive 1 day - 250$

Survive 2 days - 250$

Survive 3 days - 500$

Survive 4 days - 500$

Survive 5 days - 500$

Survive 7 days - 750$

Survive 10 days - 1000$

Survive a Feast - 500$

Sponsor Table
RP: Reaped Tribute

RJ: Rejuvinated Tribute

Capitol Favoritism
'''This concept and idea is credit to Kaeghan-Is-a-Tribute. I was not the first to do this. Please credit Kaeghan-Is-a-Tribute if you too use this section in your Fan-Games.'''

The Capitol
The haunted, misty air of the Capitol swirled around the air, encasing each and every one of the city´s people in thick mist. Everywhere in the city, people were coming out of their houses, a grim and sullen air surrounding the extravagantly dressed people. Some had thick purple hair that went all the way down to the ground, like some extreme version of a bridal veil. Some people had deep tones of green, blue and magenta in their skin, making them look like twisted cartoon characters. The city itself was like a summer garden, in full bloom and alive with colors. Still, the people were as grim as ever, even though the surroundings were cheery and enticing. It doesn´t take too long to understand why they were all in such a mood. It was that time of the year, where blood was to be shed for their entertainment. But they weren´t entertained anymore, the Hunger Games did nothing but take their children and murder them brutally. Kids and teens walked together with their parents, crying into their shoulders, dreading the hour to come. Because what if? What if, against all of the odds, they were picked? What if they were picked to get slaugthered while their family and friends could do nothing but sit and watch in horror? Even though the chances for one induvidual to have the misfortune to get reaped, someone had to had their name get read out every year right? Just because the chances were small did not make them nonexcistent. The giant crowd of at least thirty thousand Capitol citizens were starting to file into the City Centre, the pride and joy of the Capitol and it´s grandest sight. But even that had been taken from the people of the Capitol, because they just couldn´t bring themselves to enjoy the sights of a place where children were sent to their deaths. Soon, the entire City Centre was filled up with people, and high above, on the tallest balcony, a figure graciously rose from it´s throne, looking down on all of the Capitol´s population. A dark, pale-skinned woman dressed in all black. This woman is Ariadna Blackwater, ancient decesdant from Pomona Blackwater.

"Welcome, people of the Capitol, welcome to the very start of the 375th Hunger Games of Panem! In two weeks from now, thirty children from each of the fifteen Districts will compete in the Hunger Games, a battle royale of survival, where the Victor stands with the ultimate prize of all; life. But this year will be a Quarter Quell, and not just any Quell too. These Games are the Rejuvination Games. In addition to the normal thirty Tributes, thirty additional Tributes will be rejuvinated from previous Hunger Games. That makes the total Tributes up to sixty. Sixty enters the Arena, but only two may come out alive. Yes, two Victors, seems fair enough that there will be double Victors since there is double Tributes. Now, let the Reaping of the Capitol´s representatives begin!"

Ariadna Blackwater finishes her speech, and sits down prompty back on her throne. Her words are starting to etch into the people´s heads, and not only the Capitol´s population. No, every single soul in Panem is watching from their television devices at home or at the despective Districts square, on a large screen. Every single man, woman and child are watching, and they are all horrified to their bones. Sixty Tributes. The prospect of two Victors seem like a disgustingly bad trade. The chances will be ever smaller for survival, and even some of the kids planning to volunteer in Districts like 1, 2 or 4 seem uncertain about the odds. The President seem bored in her seat, and she quickly commands the Escort of the Capitol to start. The Escort seems more animal than human, with scaly, green skin and a split tongue. The snake theme is very popular in the Capitol at this time, every single person who means something is doing it. The snakewoman steps forward in her place besides Ariadna and speaks in a loud, clear voice.

"Let the Reaping begin! And as always, ladies first!"

She smiles at the crowd in the City Centre, her severed tongue hanging out loosely. She walks with small steps to the reaping bowl to her left, it´s filled to the brim with small white notes. She digs her arm deep into the bowl and finally selects one of the notes at the very bottom. The whole City Centre goes quiet as she unfolds the paper and finally speaks out the words sealing one poor souls fate.

"Kiesha Orval!"

Most of the people in the seats let out a consoled breath, exspecially the children standing in line, roped in. Many of the little girls had started drying, happy to had been spared for yet another year. But one of the older girls was not so lucky. Kiesha is in total shock, her pupils hardly visible and her whole body shaking. It was her final year. Why her? She had already planned to celebrate with her parents and her friends that she was safe, forever. But fate had it in for Kiesha. Still, she tried her hardest not to cry. Even though she knew she was not a contender just yet, she had already started fighting for survival. Her feet carry her promptly towards the grand staircase to the Escort, she was smiling and waving at her. Kiesha knew that this woman wasn´t even feeling a single bit of remorse at her, only excitement to see the first competitor in the Games up so close. Kiesha wasn´t able to see her parents anymore, they had dissapeared in the crowd by now. But she could still hear their cries of agony, even from here. Everyone else were completely silent. She climbed the stairs and the Escort quickly grasped her by the shoulder and shoved the microphone in her face.

"Congratulations Kiesha Orval! How do you feel?"

Kiesha however, kept her mouth shut and didn´t udder a single word. The Escort was first persistent on getting an answer out of her, but had to give up after a while. She quickly moved on to the next reaping bowl, the male´s bowl. As she digged her hand into the paper notes, the crowd yet again fell silent. The children looked even more nervous, though the girls looked relieved that they were not picked. The snakewoman finally decides upon one of the notes at the top and unfolds it quickly, and yet again sends a child to it´s death.

"Furcifer Soror!"

Once again a wave of relief stretches across the City Centre as dousins of boys, from the twelve year olds who were here for their first time, to the older, who had done this multible times. But just as when Kiesha´s name was reaped, one stood out from the crowd. Furficer looked around him, more frustrated than nervous, that of all the children to be reaped, it just had to be him. And it was his last year as well. He cursed his luck as he half-walked, half-stomped up the staircase. Ariadne was still not amused it seemed, she had a rather bored look at her and she was only watching the proceedings half-heartedly. Furcifer stooed besides the Escort, on her right side. When he also recieved a microphone and a question, he followed Kiesha´s example and didn´t say anything. Now the Escort seemed to be slightly offended at this behavior from kids from her District, she knew this made her look like a fool in front of the entire Panem. She quickly shifted the focus onto the Quell twist previously mentioned by Ariadne, the Rejuvinated Tributes.

"Now, aren´t you people excited to get to see who were the lucky two Tributes from the Capitol to be rejuvinated from the dead? Well, here they are!"

It did not seem like the people were excited at all, but the Escort pretended everyone had shouted and screamed with glee, it seemed. She waved her arms towards a door behind, and out walked two kids, a boy and a girl. The boy was very short and small, hardly even 5´1. He looked just as nervous as any child would be in this situation. He was wearing a hardsome black suit with a small bowler hat over his styled brown hair. The girl next to him looked like his polar opposite. She had dramatic, flowing pink and black hair in a complicated braid down her back. She was at least sixteen years old it looked. She was wearing a pure, shock pink ball dress that fell all the way down to her feet. She also looked very nervous, but managed to hide it a bit at least. Oddly enough, they both had strange, surgical wounds next to their ears, stitches that went all the way up into their scalps. The Escort took the word again, and directed the attention once again to herself.

"Ward Teel of the 44th Hunger Games!"

She poined to the young boy in the suit, who made a weird twitching motion, persumably a smile.

"Fairy Luck of the 310th Hunger Games!"

The pink-haired girl smiled nervously at her crowd as her name was said, her legs shaking.

Kiesha and Furcifer quickly scanned their more experienced competiton in the Games to come. Ward did not too impressive, neither of them could ever imagine him acually making it through the Bloodbath in the Games he was rejuvinated from. But the Gamemakers just have had a reason to rejuvinate him, instead of one of the other hundreds of dead male Tributes from the Capitol. Fairy was not too difficult to imagine coming relatively far, with her beauty and grace she must have had bucketfulls of sponsors in her Games. But why didnt´they rejuvinate the girl from the Games three years ago, the one who got Runner-up? There was something about Fairy that wasn´t quite right. Then Ariadne suddenly raised up from her seat, and Kiesha, Furcifer, Ward and Fairy all placed themselves in a line and stood rock still.

"Now that we have reaped our Tributes and presented our Rejuvinated, that concludes this Reaping. Congratulations to the Tributes for this great honor. Be sure to tune in for the next Reaping, taking place in District 1. Good night, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

District 1
A humid breeze flies swiftly throughout the luxury District, District 1. Just like in the Capitol, around noon, people are swarming out of the many villas and houses in the District. But unlike in the Capitol, the people are smiling, happy and at peace. Sure, some of the younger kids look a little worried, hiding behind their parents, biting their nails. But they know that even if they do get reaped, there is most likely someone out there who will volunteer for their place in the Games. And it´s not like they lack training, as kids from the ripe age of ten are enrolled in the Career Academy, located in the exact center of District 1, it doubles as a school during day time. But after school is out, a lot of pupils return after dinner or so to train with professionals in the Hunger Games, and even a few of District 1´s own Victors. They are some of the most prized people in District 1, all of the people, from children to old men and woman are proud of their preformances in the Games. They are objects of idolizations from younger teens, who strive to become like them. These kids are usually refered to Careers, both from the mouths of the Capitol, the richer and the outlying Districts alike. They are called this because it´s their whole life purpose and goal to win the Hunger Games. Dying in the Games is part of the risk. You can easily spot the Career children out from the rest of the kids. They wear confident smirks and wink at eachother, to great contrast to the worried-looking kids who obviously have no training or do not want to become a Tribute.

One of these so-called Careers is eighteen year old Jade Seeku, who has already arrived at the District 1 square, before the other kids. She is eyeing the stage with a gleeful look. She wants dearly to climb those steps after she volunteered, and feel inside, that she is a Tribute. And not just a normal Tribute, no, she would be a Victor and a star in the Capitol. She had always wanted to be a stylist, from when she was five years old and playing dress-up with her dolls. She was known to have a keen eye for fashion and the latest trends. No wonder, Jade was very popular among the boys as well, who fell by her feet with only a glance. But once Jade started to train at the Careers Academy, her ambition shifted. At first she was reluctant, she didn´t want to get dirty or exausted and get her make-up destroyed by sweat. But her father was persistent and finally she had to give in to the pressure. The arugment that her mother would had wanted it stung the most, and she knew he was right. She wanted to make her proud, at least. When she started to train however, everything changed. She loved it, feeling her raw power grow with every day and getting to beat up the guys who told her she would never be as strong as they were. Oh boy were they wrong. Soon Jade was the star of the Career Academy, and her mentors, trainers and father urged her on to volunteer. Of course she had to. She had stayed patient until this day from when she was sixteen, this was her last reaping and her time to shine in front of all of Panem. Now Jade stood in the roped-off area of the girl potensial Tributes and waited it out until the rest of District 1 had filed in. She shouted at and waved to her father when he arrived, and he waved heartily back at her. When the Square was all filled up, the beautiful Escort mounted the stage and everyone went quiet and directed their attention towards her. "Welcome, District 1, to this most glorious day! I am Evaine Mejai, your most glorious escort, here to bring you the Reaping of the 375th annual Hunger Games! Now, as you all know, this year will be special, as both the Tribute pool and the Victor pool is doubled! I hope you are all just as excited as I am, now let´s get the show on the road!"

Evaine certainly did know how to talk to the people, as mostly everyone shouted back at her to express how excited they were. Jade did too, of course. Evaine shone her bright white teeth at them all. She wore not very much, as it was very hot in District 1 in the middle of the summer and it wasn´t like her to not show off her body. She was wearing a deep purple dress which barely covered her in each area, and which gave her both style points in the Capitol´s eyes and lustful glances from the men in the crowd.

"Ladies first, as always!"

Evaine said as she strutted to the reaping bowl to her left, in which the names of hundreds of girls from all across District 1 were written on small paper notes. She grasped her hand into the bowl and trashed around for a great time, before pulling a single note up and showing it to the crowd. Everyone looked excited rather than nervous, to contrast with the Capitol and the outlying Districts. After everyone had gotten a look at the note, Evaine unfolded it and read the name scribbled down. Dousins of Career girls braced themselves to make to move to volunteer, uncluding Jade.

"Maiden Peak!"

"I VOLUNTEER!" "I VOLUNTEER!" "I VOLUNTEER!!"

From every single angle around Evaine, crazed and desperate-looking teenage girls screamed out to her, begging to become a Tribute and participate in the Games. But somehow, Jade Seeku stood out to the Capitolian Escort, and she grinned as she realized she had found her pick. She pointed directly at Jade and told her firmly to get up on the stage. The girl reaped, another Career girl, looked sullen and annoyed that she had been reaped, so that she couldn´t volunteer or stop anyone from volunteering from her. Jade however, was giddy with excitement, and walked confidently up to the stage and took her place next to Evaine Mejai, her heart a ticking bombshell of euphoria. She had done it, she had volunteered. She saw the proud face of her father in the back line of the Square, his face shiny with fresh tears. Jade waved at some of her trainers and friends, smiling her brightest smile. Evaine the Escort looked happy on Jade´s part as well, and congratulated her.

"Congratulations to District 1´s newest Tribute! Now then, what is your name honey?"

"Jade Seeku!"

Jade answered back gladly, and the crowd cheered for her, except the dissapointed-looking girls at the front, who shot angry glares at Jade instead.

"Now it´s time for the boys! Are you ready?"

The crowd jeers to Evaine´s tune, and she swiftly makes her way to the bowl on her right side, where the notes for the boys in the District lies. She takes even more time on picking this time than with the girls, wanting to build up suspence among the audience and succeeding in that as well. The crowd is cheering and the many Career kids are itching to get their chance at volunteering. Finally Evaine pulls a paper slip out and reads it out to District 1.

"Amano Yukiteru!"

Similar screams and shouts from volunteer follow, which soon turns into an absolute mess. The boys start yelling at eachother, claiming they were first to volunteer. The arguments soon blossom into small skirmishes and fights, which the adults urge them on. This is part of the show in most Career Districts every year, the battle to acually become a Tribute in the first place. But one of the boys stick out like a sore thumb, and that boy is Luigi Wilkins. He doesn´t scream or shout, but instead he walks right up on the stage, like he already won the reaping before all the other Career kids. When the crowd finally notices that Luigi already has mounted the stage, they all go quiet when they see who it is. Mostly everyone knows him. The loner, slightly creepy kid who lost his parents in that horrible accident, when he was only a little kid. He was never quite right afterwards, though still a feared student in the Career Academy. Evaine looks surprised at Luigi´s appearance, since she did not acually pick him out to be the volunteer for the Games. Instead of asking questions, she just smiles him and asks him politely what his name is, even though everyone knows it.

"Erm, what is your name sweetie?"

"Luigi Wilkins."

Evaine doesn´t ask more, and Luigi takes his place on her right side, waiting patiently for the other half of the show. The other Careers in the crowd are roaring with outrage that Luigi wasn´t even picked, he just walked up on the stage and got accepted as Tribute. Evaine looks a bit nervous, but Luigi himself doesn´t seem affected at all. Peacekeepers warn the kids to calm down, or there may be consequences, and they do, but grudgingly. Evaine tries to steer the attention back to the twist of the Games, the Rejuvinated Tributes from District 1.

"Are you ready to see which Tributes from the past are coming back to have another shot at winning District 1 great honor?"

"YEAH!"

"Then I present them gladly to you all, here they are!"

Evaine waves her arms towards the door leading into the Justice Building. The great metal door opens and out walks two kids who the crowd instantly recognizes. The boy is Zaphire, who was famous for almost winning the 325th Hunger Games, coming in third place. He died so his ally and boyfriend in the Games, Kisagari Momo could win. Their love story touched the entire Panem, and it´s not too hard to understand why such a popular Tribute would be revived. The crowd is cheering and screaming his name, and Zaphire is waving and smiling back politely. The girl Tribute is also very iconic for the District 1 citizens. Glow Décor, a wildcard in the 222nd Hunger Games. She was one of the weakest Careers, with only an eight in training and bad odds compared to the others in her alliance. She got no kills in the Bloodbath or the days following after. But when there was about ten tributes left, she murdered all her allies and showed her true colors. Her brutalily made her the biggest contender in the Games, but she ended up in sixth place when the Tribute who later was crowned Victor lured her into a trap and killed her on the final day. "I present to you, Zaphire Beux of the 325th Hunger Games and Glow Décor of the 222nd Hunger Games! The reaping is now over, but be sure to tune in on the next one, set in the second Career District, the Masonry District 2! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

District 2
The dust in the air settles around on the people slowly drawing out of the military bases, like metal to a magnet. Both woman and man, they are all dressed in the white armor of the Peacekeepers, either they are real Peacekeepers of the Capitol or currently in training. They are filing out of the military barracks in straight lines with stone faces. They march determinedly towards the very center of District 2. Children and teenagers do the same, except they slowly come out of the school or the Career Academy. There are mostly younger kids in the school, while the older children march out of the Career Academy, ready for the important time in store for them this day. Like in District 1, you can already tell which kids are planning to volunteer, with their confident behavior and bulging muchles under their clothes. The rest of District 2 is also looking greatly forward to the reaping. Maybe because their child, cousin of friend is planning to volunteer, and they dearly want them in the Games so they can show the whole Panem what they´re worth. And even if you don´t know anyone who´s gonna volunteer, there is still the Rejuvinated Tributes. Everyone is pretty certain who is gonna be Rejuvinated, at least one of them. It was leaked from the Capitol by accident that the girl Tribute to be revived would be Veronica Mordekaiser. And now District 2 is waiting in suspence to see if the rumors are true or not. All of District 2 want to see Veronica again, as she was so close to Victory last time and they feel like they were cheated for their glory when her "ally", the boy from District 4 betrayed her and killed her, before she could do the same to him.

While nearly all the other kids marching together in unison look either excited or scared of the looming presence of the reaping, Lace Larke looks neither. He already knows what is going to happen today. He is about to be reaped, and there is nothing he can do about it. From the moment when his sister Yuniare won her Hunger Games, his fate was sealed. Both of the enjoyed training for the Games together, and after Yuniare won her Games, the Capitol soon became interested in Jace. He was a promising Tribute, and one who the Gamemakers soon were determined to have them in their Games. He was loved by the Capitolians, and became a star simply for being Yuniare´s brother. If only he had understood where his life was going back then, maybe he could have stopped it. But now it was too late for regret. He had gotten comfirmation from Capitol informant that he was going to be reaped, even though he had the least possible amount of names in the bowl for an eighteen year old. If anyone tried to volunteered, they would not be allowed, the Capitol was too obsessed with Jace for him to not go into the Games. Jace curses the day when he was interviewed after Yuniare´s victory. Even though he is reluctant to the Games, he knows he will have a good shot at winning them. However, with the recently revealed twist of double Tributes, he is not too positive about his odds anymore. He sighs as his feet carry him to the Square and into the roped areas with the hundreds of other kids. The crowd is puzzled, and so is Jace, because the stage is empty.

"Wwwwelcome, District 2! This is your host with the most (of everything), Vaarg!!"

Suddenly a figure swoops down from the stage roof, with rope around his waist. The figure lands somewhat elegantly on the stage and gives a small bow. He is wearing nothing but a huge brown-greyish wolf pelt which covers his whole body and makes him seem at least hundred pounds. Vaarg the Escort then bows again to make the crowd applaud, but everyone merely stare at him in shock. District 2´s previous Escort retired last year, after 40 years in the service. They had heard rumors about the new Escort being slightly eccentric, and new Escort often try to impress the audience in their first year, but this was something new completely. Vaarg looks slightly embarrassed when nobody responds, instead he quickly starts the program.

"Now that everyone is here, let the reaping commence! Just like last year and the year before that and the year before that, the ladies are up first!"

He has a hard time walking with his ginormous wolf pelt, but he slowly makes his way to the girl´s bowl and quickly snags one of the white notes. The crowd stand in military firmness and waits patiently for the name to be called, even the Career kids are standing their ground, much difference from District 1 when everyone was fighting and cooing at eachother before. Vaarg takes a deep breath and udder two words, a name.

"Ayla Huntress!"

Just like in District 1, dousins of girls shout out to take this Ayla girl´s place in the Games. But contrary to in District 1, these girls are formal and they do not start to scream and kick at eachother. They simply stand their ground and wait for the Escort to give his blessing. Except one girl. Gypsy Xenon is not calm at all, instead she is gleaming with confidence and open hatred towards the other girls in the crowd. She is one of the younger Career girls, hardly even fifteen years old and still just as ready for the Games as any of the older girls. She has been training for as long as she can remember at the Career Academy, and her techniques with all kinds of blades is feared and respected. While all the other girls stand calmly and wait Vaarg´s decition, Gypsy is gritting her teeth and wait impatiently for his decition. Vaarg takes note of this, and therefore points her out amonst all the other Career kids.

"You there! Congratulations on becoming a represasentative for District 2 in the 375th annual Hunger Games!! Come up on the stage to me, please."

Gypsy can feel her heart almost exploding inside her chest, and she tosses her arms in the air and screams of delight and happiness. The other girls in the crowd merely look oddly at her with not much feeling showing up in their face, except a bit of annoyance and dissapointment. Gypsy is extatic and runs up the stage to Vaarg´s microphone. She snags it away from him and announcher to all of District 2 who she is.

"I am Gypsy Xenon, Panem! I have trained day and night through years and years for this moment, and now it´s finally here. Ladies and gents, feast your eyes on the future Victor of the 375th Hunger Games!"

District 2 politely applauds Gypsy, even the other Career children do. Gypsy takes a deep bow before scooting off to Vaarg´s left side with a big grin on her face. As Vaarg moves up to the boy´s reaping bowl, Jace braces himself for all the attention soon to be called to him. Vaarg unfolds the note and reads Jace´s name in a clear voice, you can hear how unsurprised he is at it. Everyone in the Capitol know that Jace would be this years District 2 male in the Games, many months before this moment.

"Jace Larke!"

Jace sighs as he walks up to the stage, with a heavy heart. He can hear Yuniare crying in the back of the crowd. She knew this was coming though, and has already given Jace his token for the Games. His silver cross necklace which is dangeling from his neck, the very same Yuniare had in her Games. She just hopes that the lucky charm will be enough to save Jace, too. Vaarg gestures Jace to move faster, they are on a tight scedule, and Jace starts to half-way run, half-way walk up to the stage. He takes his place next to Vaarg and clutches his silver cross, tears bulding up in his eyes. Why did he have to be so stupid and egoistic? If only he could reinvent time, go back and save all of this from ever happening. He is broken out of his mind when Vaarg takes the word again, and the door to the Justice Building.

"May I present, the Rejuvinated Tributes of District 2! Shadow Nightshade and Shermaine Wilson!"

For a moment, the crowd freezes, surprised that the Veronica Morderkaiser rumor proved to be false. Then they regain conciounse and salutes Shadow and Shermaine. Even though Veronica was not revived, they are not dissapointed in what Tributes they got. Shadow Nightshade became runner-up in one of the first ever Hunger Games, the 4th Hunger Games. He was almost District 2´s first Victor, back in a time where Careers were non-excistent. Most Tributes back then averaged a four, as many had injuried and scrupels from the war. Shadow got the best score of all the Tributes, with a decent seven. He somewhat dominated the Games, if you could call it that. He finally died after multible stab wounds from the Victor in the finale. Shermaine is a different story. She became one of the most well-known non-Victor Tributes in the 100th Hunger Games all through the 200th Hunger Games. Her cold, and slightly mean-spirited nature made the Capitol love her, even though she didn´t like that they did. Her brother was also a Victor, which made people think she would siege the Victor´s crown for sure. It helped her a lot in her Games, granting her a lot of sponsors. Even the Gamemakers favored her a bit. She led the Careers with an even hand, but ultimately got betrayed by her two closest allies, who she thought was her friends. They tortured and killed her in the night, and this was a huge shock in the Capitol. It even caused the Gamemakers to kill Shermaine´s two old allies themselves, so neither of them won. Shermaine and Shadow takes their places next to Gypsy and Jace. While the four of them size eachother up, Vaarg addresses the crowd and concludes the reaping.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor! Tune in next time, for the District 3 reapings and Rejuvinated Tributes show off!"

District 3
Once again, this time in the Technology District 3, around noon, the citizens of the District start to move out of their houses. District 3 used to be a fairly rich District, and far back in the day it was even a Career District. But when they were still the Capitol´s puppets, and District 3 was sadly way to confident in their chances of battling the Capitol. They got crushed when they tried to get control over the District and give District 3 it´s own government. After that followed the Great Depression, when people lost their jobs due to heavy drinking after their loss of independence. The District got less support from the Capitol, until the point where nobody could afford the simplest thing as food or shelter. Therefore the population went down greatly, from maybe around twenty thousand all the way down to ten thousand. Even though they were greatly down, District 3 managed to build itself up to what it is today. Not as rich and wealthy as it once was, but at least stable, where people don´t drop dead of starvation every minute in the streets like in other Districts. But they can´t avoid the reapings. Miserable-looking kids and worried-looking adults fill the dirty streets towards the Square, where the Escort is waiting patiently for them to come to her, ready to destroy two children´s futures and kill their families.

Two of these kids stick out in the blooming crowd. It´s a small girl, hardly even twelve, who is almost completely bald, with only a few tufts of hair sticking out at odd angles. And there is a boy, around the age of fourteen or fifteen, holding her hand and whispering under his breath. Both of these children have a very odd feeling about them. Their skin is as pale as the moon and they have big bags under their eyes, they look very shabby. The kids are Ikaika and Maala Mathilda, the two last survivors from their family. Maala and Ikaika´s family was riddled with disease and misery for as long as both of them can remember. Their father had AIDS and their mother vitiligo. Ikaika and Maala have AIDS and brest cancer, respectively. They always knew that their mom and dad would never make it. When Ikaika was eight and Maala six, their father passed away. He was struck with a cold, and because of his weak immune system thanks to his AIDS, he had zero chances of surviving. Their mother killed herself in the same suicide as Ikaika tried to kill himself as well, but he miraculously survived after heavy treatment in the hospital of District 3. And so Maala and Ikaika´s lives have been riddled with dread and death, and their fates are also a diagnosis, there is no way they can survive in the long run. But both of them have a plan, in which the other knows nothing about. They both plan to volunteer, win and get themselves and their sibling cured in the Capitol. As the reaping Square, come into sight, they tense up and dread what is about to happen. They will have to leave everything behind and gamle their own lives for salvation from the disease.

Nero Reeds is looking greatly dissapointed and sullen when she looks down at the crowd assempled reluctantly under her feet. She wanted to Escort for District 4, but instead she is given this lowly bunch of losers. She hates it, but she knows that if she makes a good impression and does her job right, she might get a promotion to District 4 next week. So she plasters her most winning smile onto her face and starts the show off.

"Helloooo District 3! Are you ready for the reaping of the 375th Hunger Games!? Well I sure am, so let´s get started!"

District 3 slightly murmurs their agreement, even though they would rather drink bleach than be here right now. Nero takes that as a "YEAAAAH" and moves on with her program.

"As always, ladies first!"

While nearly everyone in the Square is holding their breaths, Maala isn´t even flinching. She is going to volunteer anyways, she won´t care if she gets reaped or not. She catches the eye of Ikaika in the boys section of the Square and wink at him. She smiles nervously at her for a second, before directing his attention to the stage once again. Nero struts to the ladies´ bowl, and quickly takes one of the notes and unfolds it in one fluid movement. The crowd is tensing up now, and the girls in danger are making whimpering noises. Maala wished they´d stop, because she´s gonna save their asses anyways.

"Rea Moon!"

Maala doesn´t hesitate one second.

"I volunteer!"

Everyone goes quiet as she utters the words confidently and starts walking up the stage without another word. The little girl Maala´s age called Rea is silently thanking Maala for saving her, but is unable to say anything. The rest of District 3 watch as Maala mounts the stage dumbfunded. Ikaika is staring at his sister, internally screaming for help, but his opinion has only been stronger. How can be not volunteer now and let Maala die? He remembers another one of the twists for these Games, there can be two Victors. The two of them can win, together, and become cured of their illnesses. They can live normally in District 3 again, and never have to go to that wretched orphanage ever again. The thougth of them living together, safe from their diseases and free to finally live life to it´s fullest almost brings Ikaika to tears. He hooks himself back to reality though, wipes his tears away and waits for the Escort to get to the boys´ bowl and his time to volunteer. Before the Escort takes the word, Maala catches Ikaika´s eye and winks smugly. He smiles slightly and returns the gesture.

"Wow a volunteer! What is your name dearly?"

Says Nero with disgustingly faked enthusiam to Maala. Maala keeps her poker face and doesn´t let anything show behind it.

"Maala Mathilda."

Nero congratulates her once more and then quickly finds another note with a name, this time in the boys reaping bowl. Once again the crowd goes completely silent, not knowing that whoever gets reaped won´t go into the Games anyways, as Ikaika clears his throath. He´s starting to get unsure on whether he should volunteer. But then he thinks about his loving, dear little sister who has always protected him and all the training he has put into this, and he is certain again. Nero reads the name on the paper with a high-pitched voice.

"Twix Juniper!"

And once again, one of the Mathilda siblings break the silence.

"I volunteer!"

The entire Square goes silent, even Nero. They are all staring down Ikaika, who is silently walking up the stage stairs. One volunteer from District 3 hasn´t happened since they were a Career District, two volunteers have never ever happened in the history of the Games. Maala feels like screaming as she watches her brother mount the stage and take his place next to Nero, just a few metres away from Maala. She tries to catch his eye and ask why did he do it, but Ikaika seems very fixated by his shirt all of a sudden. Nero doesn´t look like she knows how she is even supposed to respond to this. In the end her shocked grimase turns into a sickeningly sweet smile, and she asks Ikaika the normal question.

"And what is your name shortstuff?"

"Ikaika Mathilda."

"Oh wow, is this your sister? How very brave of you, don´t want your sister to get all the attention now do you?"

Nero points at Maala and then bumps Ikaika jokingly in the shoulder. He doesn´t respond at all, and neither does Maala, so she moves onward with the reaping before things start to get awkward. Like in both District 1 and 2, the doors to the Justice Building starts to slowly open up as Nero yet again takes the word and directs the crowd´s attention to the two kids moving out of the building.

"And now, let me present you all the Rejuvinated Tributes of District 3!"

She waves her arms at the two figures now moving into the sunlight, so the District 3 citizens can have a proper look at them. As Maala and Ikaika recognizes them, they catch eachothers eyes in a reflex of fear. It can´t be... But it is, Amme Ilorenzo and Kronos Blade, one of the most legendary Tributes of Panem and the most well-known ones from District 3 by far. Amme was a top threath in the 45th annual Hunger Games, she was almost drowing in sponsors. Not only because the District 3 Chariot won by at least a mile, but also because she got a whopping 10 in training, the highest from District 3 in years. She proceeded to dominate the Games from the get-go, and by Day 10 she had at least 70 percent of the kills in the Games. However, the finale went horribly wrong with her. Unwittingly, she picked a fight with the other finalist, her previous ally and fellow female Tribute from District 2, in a swamp area. She ended up dying to the swamps currents and poison rather than her opponent, which was very dissapointing, as the other girl who ended up winning hadn´t gotten a single kill since the Bloodbath and she only had an 8. Kronos was another story completely. Everyone in District 3 both know him and fear him, he is the subject for many citizen´s childrens nightmares, his legend lives on. God knows how many lives he had claimed, like he revealed in his interview. After his interview was over, a Peacekeeper squad raided his house to find a torture dungeon in the cellar, with body parts and torture instruments scattered around. They identified one of the bodies as his own father, who was believed to have run away. Some of the bodies were the corpses of teenage girls who had dissapeared mysteriously, but some of the bodies were too mangled or destroyed to identify. When the audience got whiff of this, it caused Kronos to be the biggest threath in his Games, not only because of his skills with killing but also because the sponsors were fighting over him. However, his preformance was dissapointing. He died at Day 3, when there still was a good fifteen Tributes left, because a larga alliance of eight Tributes managed to trap him and kill him before he could get his hands on them. But now that he is back, one can expect Kronos to be careful of that. he is sure to be a threath.

Maala and Ikaika are staring at their more impressive oppoents, while Amme and Kronos and not even glancing at them. They know that once the Games start, their two puny District partners are free kills for them. As the crowd takes in the terrifying image of these illness-ridden kids being ripped to pieces by Amme and Kronos, Nero Reeds have already left without knowing. Probably to start on the bag of alcohol she brougth with her. Ikaika, Maala, Amme and Kronos stand awkwardly on the stage for a bit, before Peacekeepers shove them into the Justice Building and tell the crowd to clear out and go back to work.

District 4
A storm was starting to build up out on the clear, blue ocean. Dramatic grey clouds were marching towards the coast and the docks of District 4, and waves were growing in size with every minute. Workers on the docks and fishermen who have just arrived back home after several days and night on the sea were trying to get the last bit of work done before the Reaping, and most importantly, before the storm hit the shoreline and made serious problems for them. It wasn´t often, but it still happened that people died in storms like these. Mostly drunken idiots who didn´t know what they were doing, but it was better to be safe than sorry. As the fishermen and sailors started to make their way towards the District 4 Square, the wind became increasingly violent and they had to draw up their jackets to shield them from the wrath of nature. Heavy and hot rain poured down like a waterfall, this would be a long Reaping day. The rest of the District´s population, the elderly or the children, those who did not work, didn´t look too happy about the weather either. They were cloaked in rain-resistant jackets and coats, murmuring to eachother about what bad timing the monsoon had this year.

The increasingly bad weather didn´t have any effect one some of the kids though, they were still just as cheerful as they were when they woke up today. As expected, they were all wearing the standard District 4 Career Academy uniform, which all the students wear when they are going to sermonial things at the Academy like the enrollment seremony. They had probably come straight from the Academy, putting in some last-minute training and getting some final advice from their trainers and teachers. Probably about seventy percent of these kids were itching to volunteer, and the rest were probably just excited to see their friends volunteer and test their luck and skill in the Games. TBA

District 5
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The Chariots
(These will be written by Iron Berry. Thanks a lot Berry!)

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Training
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Interviews
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