User blog:District12-Tributes/My Hunger Games

The Quarter Quell Twist:
President Ivory slowly took her posistion in the center of a glimmering, metallic stage. She cleared her throat which seemed to be the signal for the box of Quarter Quell cards to be presented. Her gloved hand rummaged through the wooden box until finding the card marked with a distinguished 9 in the middle. Each Quarter Quell twist has promised to be a horrendous contribution to the already bloody and terrifying days in the Hunger Games' arena. She straightened her posture and smoothed a nonexisting wrinkle from her uniform, navy skirt. President Ivory wet her tongue slightly with her lips before announcing the deadly addend to the 225th Annual Hunger Games. She started speaking with a strong and powerful voice."Every three days spent in the arena, a battle between two tributes shall be called! The two tributes participating in the battle shall be drawn from a round, glass bowl. Only one tribute shall survive the brawl." President Ivory's eyes glanced up from the card to the large, Capitol audience. She continued without hesitation. "This is proving that we, your rulers, can control the way you play our Games. If you do not wish to bring upon the death of another tribute, you will still be forced to kill in the bloody battle, meaning your death or another's."

Reapings
District 1 Reapings-

Polyester Romano: I woke especially early this morning; it was nearly 10:30 AM! I had a good reason for getting up so early, too! Today is reaping day, and I know I will be fabulous today!

Anyway, I was standing beside a group of other sixteen-year-olds. I knew that I looked way better than almost all of the people here! Even if my name wasn't drawn, I would volunteer, because I am going to the Capitol! I waited impatiently for the tributes' names to be called. I was just getting tired of waiting, when a bubbly Capitol man took the stage in a neon, green suit. "Hello, District 1! I won't keep you waiting longer, so let's get going, shall we?" He smiled at us and didn't wait for an answer. "As always, ladies first!" His white-gloved hand slid into a large, glass reaping bowl. I was giddy with anticipation. "Polyester Romano!" ''Great, I won't even have to go to the trouble of volunteering! ''I thought.

Calico Shimmer: I am one of the few people in District 1 who dread my name being called at the reaping. I hate the idea of killing another living, breathing person; it's just not right! Due to my opinion, I do not dress up for the reaping. I do not treat it special. I hate the Hunger Games; I miss our few years of freedom with President Paylor. I hate our President who took over after President Paylor's Death, President Ivory, who insisted we return to Panem's laws and customs from President Snow's time.

Well, when I get to the Square, where the tributes' names will be called, I catch my best friend, Rex's, eye. He is, actually, three years younger than me, and we share the same opinion of the Hunger Games and the reaping. I can tell he is nervous, so I give him what I tried to make seem like a reassuring smile.

Soon, a man wearing a neon, green suit and an orange, curly wig steps up onto the stage. "Hello, District 1! I won't keep you waiting longer, so let's get going, shall we?" He pauses a moment and gives us a large, fake smile. Then, he continued, "As always, ladies first!" He grabbed a piece of paper from the girls' bowl and called out the name, "Polyester Romano!" A beautiful girl walked up beside the escort and grinned with a confidence and determination that I admired. I took a deep breath as he started to the boys' bowl. He plucked up the first name his hand touched and yelled the name, Rex White, out into the croud! I let out a sigh of relief, but soon realized who the name belong to. Rex! I couldn't let him go into the arena! "I volunteer as tribute!" I cried, before I knew what I was doing. "Oh, and your name is?" the escort asked me. I didn't reply, and he looked offended by my silence. "Well, then," he said and exited the stage indignantly.

District 2 Reapings-

Shamrock Harrison: I wait in the Square with the cheering crouds of District 2. The rush of excitement floods through my veins as I wonder what will happen today; a volunteer no doubt.

Suddenly, the escort is onstage and the people behind me give out a loud roar, then are completely silent as the escort, I didn't bother to listen to her name, plucked a simple slip from the glass bowls. She opens her mouth, but desperate screams of girls overcome her voice, even with the microphone. I sigh; I've had enough of this. I grab the knife I keep in my boot and throw it at the stand. Girls shriek, and I step up. "I think that I'm your tribute," I say with a mischievous smile.

Jason Tompre: I wait my turn and fidgit with my hair, hoping that I will look okay when I volunteered.

Shamrock is looking at the crowd of boys, trying to decide on her District partner. The escort plucks the boy's slip, but no one listens. Shamrock's gaze lands on me, and she takes the slip from the escort. She directs the Capitol woman to me and whispers to me. The woman nods fearfully and motions for me to come up. I do a jumping flip and land on top of the stage, smiling. Shamrock grins at me. We will win, her smile tells me. And I believe her. I will soon realise that I shouldn't have ever trusted her,

District 3 Reapings-

Mallory Debut: I was watching all of the girls in the District hug eachother and wish one another good luck. Nobody came to me, though, and I didn't care. I just stood rigid in the Square waiting for the name of the unlucky tributes to be called. ''Okay, it probably won't be me. There is so many names. It probably won't be me.'' I kept trying to reassure myself that I would not be picked. I was so absorbed in my own thoughts, that I didn't notice the escort step onto the stage and grab a name from the reaping bowl, but I did hear who she called. Can you guess who's going into the Games? Of course it's me. No one volunteers, and I stomp onto the stage with more anger and annoyance than fear.

Cale Silverado: I really don't want to be picked for this year's Games; I really, really don't, and I couldn't process anything around me except for those thoughts. The whole world was a confusing blur of thoughts and sights. I got really dizzy and the sun's rays seemed to be blinding. The world was moving in waves under my feet. I nearly fainted like most girls when their names are called, but I pulled it together long enough to hear my name escape from the escort's lips. My body moved up onto the stage in jerky motions and stopped beside the escort. I heard her whisper hello, and my mouth responded in a robotic fashion. ''I am most likely going to die within the week. ''

District 4 Reapings-

Airlia Romaine: I love the feeling of the sand betweenn my toes, but why when there's sand does there have to be water? I sigh and walk to the reapings. My silvery blue dress wrapps around my skinny legs as a large sea breeze flows through the square. The escort with his bright pink hair smiled as he went through the dark days and such, I really didn't understand it at first, because I moved to Panem about eight years ago from Greece, but I learned soon enough what was going on. The escort stopped his little speech and went immediately to the girl's reaping bowl. He plucked a name that sounded familiar, and the fourteen-year old girl walked to the stand. I did know her! It was Kajama Odair, Leah, my sister's, best friend! So I did the unthinkable to save Leah from volunteering and Kajama from death.

Arlen Odair: My little sister was up there. She was sentenced to death. But not for long; another girl volunteered. She was Airlia Romaine, the prettiest girl in District 4. Even I was moved by her, and I am the famous Finnick Odair's son! I make a silent promise to protect her because she saved my little sister. No sooner did the escort pick out a name, did I shout: "I volunteer!" I didn't know the kid, but he looked glad that he wasn't going to the arena. I couldn't blame him one bit. Airlia looked at me with a bit of untainted curiousity as we shook hands, and we, right then and there, created an unbreakable relationship and alliance.

District 5 Reapings-

Havana Io: As I walked into the Square I felt people staring at my oddly colored skin and hair. I always found the blue-gray tint to be attractive, which it was in the Capitol. I simply have to learn how to ignore the names and the faces people make behind my back.

Well, today it seemed that as soon as I walked in that everybody's eyes were on me and my name hadn't even been drawn yet! I just hang my head low to avoid all of their rude stares and take my place with the other 14-year-olds. Just as I look up, I hear the name of this year's District 5 tribute. Me.

I'm not even on stage yet when someone yells out my name. They start to volunteer but someone grabs them from behind and throws them to the ground. At least I know that someone cares about me and will regret watching me die, but who is it?

Spore Io: I am terrified today. I don't want to go into the arena. I don't want to fight to the death with 23 other tributes. I know that the chances are slim that I will get picked, but my heart is already beating too fast since my sister, Havana, was just picked for the arena. I draw a deep breath as the escort picks the unlucky tribute's name, "Chance Coleman!" she yells to the audience. I was so relieved that it wasn't me but couldn't ignore the pang of guilt I felt when I knew that I wouldn't be there to protect my sister. "I volunteer!" The words escaped my lips without a tremor of fear. To protect my sister I would give my life, and I am prepared to do so.

District 6 Reapings-

Sierra Palette: Everyone is speaking of a horrific incedent that takes place today, ''the Reaping. ''It has been described as dreadful, exciting, memerable, horrendous, and treacherous; Because of the mixed remarks, I am not sure of how to look at the Reaping. I can't even explain fully what it is, though, people say that it is a time when 2 people from each district are drawn from a glass and are forced to kill or be killed in an event known as the Hunger Games. I have a hard time processing the purpose of this cruel and unusual torture, but I do know that a dreadful woman, President Ivory, is supporting a child's murderous end.

I have lived in District 6 for 17 years and still can't entirely comprehend Panem's customs, but I have been able to understand the main points of our traditions. I've had my name entered to be tribute multiple times for 5 years without being picked to participate in the Games, and I have started thinking that maybe I should be what is known as a tribute volunteer. Entering the Games myself will save a child of District 6 that is most likely loved and cared for by so many people, while only my parents unconditionally love me. I may even have a chance at winning for I am sneaky, quick, great at camoflauge, and am physically capable to perform spectacular feats; I could even learn to use multiple weapons in training! I have high hopes of returning with numerous riches and countless goods for my district. Participating in this years' Games will be an honor that I am willing to accept.

As soon as I work out my senario of being a volunteer, I hear a name being shouted across District 6 by our escort, Franny Descit. "Dandelion Lovegood!" I don't hesitate to volunteer.

Weston Lotely: I stood in a group of other kids my age. I was staring unblinking at the stage, quietly waiting for the male tribute's name to be called. The female was a beautiful girl name Dandelion Lovegood, but another girl, Sierra Palette, volunteered. Sierra had an accent in her voice that sounded unfamilier, and I couldn't place what it was. Sierra had a strange jump to each step she took and her arms swung in an odd fashion at her sides. I couldn't stop staring at this unique girl. She was a year younger than me and had something about her than I couldn't turn away from. She was, in a strange way, attractive, and I simply couldn't keep my focus on the escort, but I did hear a name called. "Giraffe Lotely!"

Did she mean me? No, she can't mean me; my name is Weston. I didn't move, because I thought it was someone else, but hands were pushing me from all sides toward the stage, and I heard people laughing and the escort urging "Giraffe" to the stage.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Those awful kids in my year at school have somehow gotten my name in the Reaping as Giraffe! I take of running to the stage so I can correct the embarrasing prank that has been commited. "My name is not Giraffe! I am Weston Lotely, and I will be the victor of the 9th Quarter Quell," I yelled once I was standing beside Sierra.

Of course, I new that I would not be a victor; I would protect someone younger who hasn't had as much time to live as most of us.

District 7 Reapings-

Zara Vinland: I silently stood in the Square with my head held low. My knuckles were white because of my iron grip on my golden chain-necklace that hung loosely around my neck. I stole a glance at Kyler as District 7's escort stepped onto the stage and spoke in her funny, Capitol accent, "Good evening, District 7!" She opened her arms as if to embrace our district's entire population. "Are you all just as excited as me?" Everyone in the district was silent, and she seemed not to notice. "Well, let's get going, shall we?" She walked to the female reaping glass in tiny, perfectly timed steps. Her hand slid into the glass bowl and removed a single slip of paper. She opened it and without hesitation cried out into the croud, "Zara Vinland!" My body went rigid as I walked to take my place as tribute. As soon as I touched the stage the croud went wild. People protested; people pushed over Peacekeepers. I guess District 7 did care about me. I struggled to find Kyler in the croud and suddenly saw him with his head in his hands. Was he crying for me?

Kyler Homes: I was standing with a bunch of other kids my age when I heard Zara's name called by our escort, Bethia Kyndell. I felt a scream boil in my stomach and work its way up to my throat, and even if I could release the tense muscles in my throat would it be heard over the croud's screams and protests? The escort totally ignored the croud. She yelled out the male tributes' name, "Kyler Homes!" This time, I did scream. I yelled at the Capitol, the Gamemakers, and everyone that promoted the Games. I may have even included a death threat to President Ivory. The Peacekeepers had to force me onto the stage.

District 8 Reapings-

Nikk Yardley: I waited for the escort, Frez Frongal, to take his place in center stage before ducking behind another 14-year-old girl. I hide behind her as if hiding will protect me from the Capitol's cruelity. But that was too much to ask. I am slowly peeking over the girl's shoulder when the escort yells my name to be tribute. "No!" My parents cry in unison. I am a tribute in the Games, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Kenton Fuller: My name is called before I even have time to process who the female tribute is! I am horrified! I can't believe it! I'm not ready! The Peacekeepers start pushing me on stage, closer and closer to my certain death. I finally am beside the female tribute, and she looks vaguely familiar. "Our tributes from District 8, Nikk Yardley and Kenton Fuller!" We both go into the Justice Building, and she gives me a reassuring look. My life is going to end before it even begins, I think.

On the train I watch the other Reapings, and, then, District 11 comes on... She is beautiful, I think when Maizie Hawthorne goes onto the stage with her older brother.

District 9 Reapings-

Allianna "Allie" Whittle: I hate Reaping day! instead of going out into the fields to write, my dad forces me into a blouse, cardigan and a pencil skirt, all of which has a baby blue hue...disgusting. I know, I've never been one for fashion and such, but I have to be aware of certain rules, for example, no skirt can be higher than the thigh.

I walk down the street, the smell of grain and flour is in the air, its one of those smells that gets in your nose, eyes, and hair, and it sticks there. Most of us radiate stinking fumes of it; depending on how much we farm, of course. I don't farm myself, but I spend a lot of time in the fields; it relaxes me, helps my thoughts flow easier than in my stressful house. I clutch my notepad and pen close to my chest as I walk to the blood taking. A gruff, grotesque Peacekeeper sits on the chair, pricking each finger. The girl in front of me leaves, and I step forward. He grabs my hand a little too rough and slams the needle into my finger. I wince with the pain, and he releases. I walk into the crowd and stare up at the stage where the escort, Emma Stewart, stands. Unlike many of the escorts, Emma looks natural, with creamy blonde hair and brown eyes. She's honestly quite pretty.

Emma walks over to the ball marked girls and pulls out a slip. My name is in there the miniumum amount possible for a girl my age. I don't take teressa, so my name is in there 5 times because I'm 16. "Allianna Whittle." the escort says clearly into the microphone. Oh no, that's me; well, it's my real name. I hear people snicker as I walk onto the stage. Why am I named Allianna?

Alex Donaque:  Allianna just was reaped, so now its the boys. My name is only on one of those slips, only one; there is thousands of names in there. Emma walks over to the ball and places her hand in. Not me, please not me!

"Alex Donaque." she announces. My throat is dry, my eyes start to squint as tears form. Why isn't someone volunteering? I'm only 12! This cannot be happening!

I walk onto the stage, and I can hear several cheers for my bravery, awws of sadness for me, and boos of shame to whoever didn't volunteer. Quite a mixed reaction, but only one comes from Emma. Sadness. No one likes it when a 12 year old is reaped; it means certain death for the young tribute. And I'm going to die. Before I can grow up, get married, have kids, have a job. All that seemed years away, nothing I needed to worry about. But it all flashes before my eyes. I see my body stabbed over and over by Careers. I see me being chased through the woods; the reality is all too real. My legs buckle and darkness surrounds me. If I'm going to die, I'm gonna die right here. My legs collapse and I fall to the ground, the rapid rise and fall of my chest scares everyone. Allie screams and Emma runs for me! Then, the darkness swallows me.'' I hope I am dead. A painless death. ''But, of course, reality can't be that kind.

District 10 Reapings-

Serina Frostswords: I walked to the Square with my friends, Joann and Matt. It was Matt's last Reaping; lucky him. Because of this stupid day, I will waste a whole morning of foxhunting!

I slowly walked over to the stands, and they took some blood from me. It's always the same Peacekeepers who take the bloodsamples. I can see by the looks on their faces that they enjoy it. I hear somebody call Matt's name while we are getting our bloodsamples taken, and he doesn't reply. Some people think that Matt is weird because he doesen't talk. Well, If Matt is weird then the Peacekeepers are physcos; I've never heard them say a single word!

Anyway, I looked at Matt. We smiled, nodded, and then parted to our own age groups. "You guys are so weird!" Joann complained about me and Matt's unspoken communication. "lt's like you read each other thoughts!" Then, we walked to the area for fifteen year olds. Next, our weird escort came up on stage. We went through the same old routine. The only thing new and important each year is who is picked to be tribute.

The escort walked over to the ball of names. She took a slip up and read it. "SERINA FROSTSWORDS!" Most people are shocked when they get picked, but I just walked to the stage. Joann looked at me. I knew was thinking of volunteering for me. I shook my head sligthly. Then, the escort walked over the boys.

Matt Treaty: No! I refuse to believe that Serina was picked! Serina! Why? Why her? I looked at her. Her facial expression made it look like she could not care less about being a tribute. But I knew Serina. I can tell that she is already thinking about her cornucopia bloodbath strategy. Our escort walked over to the the ball with the boys names. She picked one and read out loud: "MATT TREATY.

District 11 Reapings-

Maizie Hawthorne: I woke up this morning in a panic, which is understandable considering that today is my first reaping. My older brother Aaron is trying to comfort me, " Don't worry, Maze you won't get picked you're only in there 1 time," he says to me in a cooing voice, the one that calms me. So we get ready and me, being only 62 pounds, have to pin my dress in several places. Off to the Center we go.

I wait in a line of all the other 12 year old girls. I am so nervous, something just feels wrong and I've learned to trust these feelings... "Hello, District 11! Well, here we go for our female tribute!" Plator, our escort fishes her hand around a little before pulling out one perfect square sheet of paper. "Our female tribute is... Maizie Hawthorne!" I am in shock! I slowly start to walk up to the stage adjusting my dress a bit. Everyone looks away in pain and horror as the polite, selfless, and tiny, twelve-year-old, Maizie Hawthorne, takes stage with a single tear running down her face.

Aaron Hawthorne: "No!" I scream as little Maizie, my little Maizie, makes her way to stage. "I volunteer!" I scream before the male tribute's name is even drawn. I'm running on stage; I realize what I've done, but I don't care. I will do anything, ANYTHING, to keep Maizie safe, and I will make sure she wins!

District 12 Reapings-

David Goutis: I slowly make my way to the Square as I examine everything around me. I notice that almost all boys from the Seam look exactly like me. Once I reach the Square, I overhear some boys talking about how they musn't go into the Games because of their families! "Shut up," I snarl at them. They look at me with stunned expressions as if I had just hit them. "Not all of us have families!" I say with tears threatening to spill over my eyelashes. While I am trying to regather my emotions, an escort takes the stage. "Okay, everyone, let's get started! Today, we'll switch it up a bit and do boys first!" The bubbly escort shouts out the name, "David Goutis!" Me! I walk up to the stage and try not to cry. First my family and now me...I think.

Eileen Shade: I woke up when I heard a single bird sing. Mockingjays repeating other birds songs. From my camp I could see the sunrise on the horizon. I was alone in woods, sitting in my sleeping-bag and watching the sunrise. I wish I could stay in woods. The woods are my home now. I knew where game was, where all of berry bushes were, and where all of the lakes where located. This was one of the few days where I had to leave it. The day of the Reaping was one of the only days I left the woods. When I left my aunt's house, I brought a Reaping day dress with me. It would be suspicious if I showed up in my dirty, old forest clothes. I got dressed and walked througth the woods. I never understood why people would think this place was scary. These woods are fantastic! I crawled through a hole in the fence and walked to the square. They took my blood, and then I walked to the area for 18-year-olds. Our escort made her silly entrance, then, the movie was shown and she walked to the ball of girl tributes. She took one slip and read, "EILEEN SHADE!" It took me a second to understand that I would never see my woods again.

District 13 Reapings-

Fern Gallows: We make way to the underground Center for reaping, my third time and it's still as scary as my first. "Well lets begin with our female tribute!" The escort, Lila Greenwood sways her wrist a little before sinking in and grabbing a slip with the tribute's name, "Lyric Gallows!" I close my eyes as my 16 year old sister makes her way on stage with her shiny bald head, from her earlier session of chemo therapy for her cancer. "No!" I say "I volunteer" My sister gives me a pained look that I guess can only mean I hope you don't die. I walk up and silently stand on stage.

Nicholas Greatuse: I watch with interest as Fern volunteers for her sister, "Oh well," I sigh. "Now the boys!" says the escort, "Frankie Rodrigues!" No, not a 12 year old! "I volunteer!" The words escape my mouth before I even have time to think it through. Frankie hugs me tightly and runs to his mother. I try to swagger to the stage but end up sulking. ''Well at least you won't have to worrry about grades anymore. ''I think to myself.

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 Paylor'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, way 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.

The Interviews
Polyester Romano-

Piper: Welcome, citizens of the Capitol, to the tribute interviews of the 225th Annual Hunger Games! Today, we will discover the tributes' real personality, opinions, and much, much more!

(Croud Cheers)

Piper: Now, it is time to welcome our first tribute of the night, Polyester Romano, from the spectacular District 1!

(Polyester walks onto the stage and sits beside Piper)

Piper: Polyester, it's such an honor to have you as a tribute! I am sure your district is absolutely thrilled to have such a capable young lady represent them in this years' Games!

Polyester: Oh, I'm sure that District 1, along with the rest of Panem, knows that I will definately be an excellent contender in the Games. I mean, I am most likely going to be a victor!

Piper: I sure hope you do spectacular!

Polyester: I surely will!

(Croud shouts approval and a bell sounds)

Piper: Well, Polyester, it appears that our time together is up. So, good luck, and we all expect you to put on a great show in the Games!

Calico Shimmer-

Piper: Wasn't Polyester just delightful?

(croud cheers)

Piper: I cerainly agree that she was, and I am sure that our next tribute will be just as wonderful! Please welcome, Calico Shimmer!

(Calico sits nervously in the chair beside Piper)

Calico: (whispering) Hi...

Piper: Wow, Calico, look at you! You look so strong and so prepared for these Games!

Calico: (quietly) I'm not so sure.

Piper: Oh, my! Why not? You appear to be a definate contender!

Calico: (louder) I won't be a victor.

Piper: Well, why not?

Calico: I can't do anything.

Piper: Calico, you appear to be so fierce and strong! You just need to put yourself out there and you will find plenty of hidden talents that will help you greatly in these games.

Calico: (silent)

Piper: (whispering) Are you alright?

Calico: (shakes head)

(bell sounds)

Piper: I'm sorry, Calico, that we cannot converse further, but our time is out. Good luck.

Shamrock Harrison-

Piper: All of our guests so far have been marvelous so let's continue to meet out contestants! Here is, our female tribute from District 2, Shamrock Harrison!

(Shamrock sits beside Piper)

Shamrock: Hello, Piper, and all of my friends in the Capitol!

Piper: My, you certainly aren't shy or quiet!

Shamrock: Why should I be? I mean, if I die in the next few days, people should know who I was! If I am quiet and secretive people won't remember me! I am worth being remembered!

Piper: You certainly are, Shamrock, and remembered you will be!

(croud cheers)

Piper: Anyway, will you please tell all of us what went through your mind at the Reaping? We all want to know what encouraged you to throw that knife at the escort?

Shamrock: Well, Piper, first of all, I didn't throw a knife at the escort; I threw it at the stage to make all of those desperate girls in the District shut up! They yelled when the escort called the female tribute's name and I couldn't hear who, from our district, was gonna die!

Piper: Are you saying that whoever is sent into the arena is going to die?

Shamrock: I believe I am!

Piper: So, do you think you will die?

Shamrock: Wait, allow me to correct myself: Any girl from District 2 would, most likely, die in the arena...except me.

Piper: Oh, that must be why you took the stage even when it was not your name called!

Shamrock: Yes, Piper, it was. I want to be tribute because I know I will win!

(bell rings)

Shamrock: Oh, my time is up.

(she walks of stage without waiting for Piper's good-bye)

Jason Tompre-

Piper: Shamrock will certainly be the one to beat in the arena!

(croud cheers)

Piper: Now, let's give a warm welcome to Jason Tompre!

(Jason stands awkwardly beside Piper)

Piper: Jason, make yourself comfortable have a seat!

(Jason sits in chair beside Piper)

Piper: Well, let me ask you the question that has been killing me since your Reaping!

Jason: Ask away, Piper.

Piper: Do you like Shamrock Harrison?

Jason: (startled) Huh?!?

Piper: Oh, c'mon, Jason, we all noticed the look on your face when Shamrock stepped up on stage!

Jason: Truthfully, I, uh-

Piper: Tell us! We are dying to know!

(Shamrock stomps onto stage and interupts the interview)

Shamrock: Piper! Can't you tell he doesn't wanna be pounded to reveal his feelings!

Piper: I-I-I-

Jason: Shamrock, stop, go sit. It's fine.

Shamrock: Shut up, Jason! I'm not asking for your approval!

Jason: Shamrock!

Shamrock (to Piper): He's not in love with me. We are not star-crossed lovers like Katniss and Peeta!

Jason: Stop! Shamrock! Leave!

Shamrock (ignoring Jason): Just mind your own business, Piper!

(Guards step onto the stage to pull Shamrock away)

Jason (yelling): Why do you even care if I'm in love with you!

Shamrock (fighting guards): Becuase if you say that you are in love with me, we will be forced to play that whole romance thing in the arena, and I just can't afford to protect you!

Jason (trying to pull guards off of Shamrock so they can talk): What makes you think we will have to play a romance in the arena?

Shamrock: Because if you say that you love me and I don't pretend to love you back, sponsors will think I am heartless and I won't get any help in the arena!

(buzzer sounds)

(Shamrock and Jason stop fighting the guards and let them pull Shamrock away)

Mallory Debut-

Piper: I'm not sure of what to say after that performance. Um, let's just, um, meet Mallory Debut.

Mallory: (skipping onto stage happily) Hi, Piper! Can you believe Shamrock! She is totally barbaric!

Piper: She's just defensive.

Mallory: Defensive? More like heartless, cruel, sinister; I could go on and on.

Piper: Let's not go on. You've said enough.

Mallory: Why do you think I've said enough? Panem deserves to hear my opinions of my fellow tributes!

Piper: Some things are better to keep to yourself, Mallory.

(the time's up buzzer sounds)

Mallory: It hasn't been 3 minutes yet!

Piper: No, but, uh.

Mallory: What?

Piper (whispering in Mallory's ear): We want to stop you because what you are saying could be offensive to Shamrock. By insulting her you just made yourself a target. We are trying to save you.

(Mallory leaves)

Cale Silverado-

Piper: (lying) I regret sending that lovely young lady away so soon, but our buzzer has been messed up so her's was very short and the rest have been too long.

(croud yells out "aww")

Piper: Yes, yes, well, the difficulties have been resolved. So, now our buzzer is back on time and I am prepared to host a fantastic rest of the show!

(croud screams excitedly)

Piper (yelling over croud): Please welcome, Cale Silverado!

(Cale walks to chair beside Piper and sits comfortably)

Piper: Hi, Cale! How have you been handling the sudden change from District 3 to the Capitol?

Cale: Oh, it's been incredible! I adore all of the people here in the Capitol; the've all been so friendly! I mean, every time I look out of my window, I see so many kind and smiling faces! Just the sight of people trying to be encouraging really helps me a lot. In that arena I know that every smiling face I've seen here will replay over and over in my mind; it will greatly help me stay optimistic.

Piper: Oh, that's fabulous. I'm so glad that the citizens have improved your attitude this much!

Cale: They, really, really, have been helpful in my several days training to fight to the death.

Piper: Cale, the way you said that makes it sound like you are against the Games? How can that be?

Cale: Oh, no! No, Piper, I absolutely love the Games! I simply referred to it as "fighting to the death" because that is what it is!

Piper: That makes a bit more sense, but-

(buzzer interupts her)

Piper: That means our time is up! Good-bye and good-luck, Cale!

Airlia Romaine-

Piper: So far we have met some magnificent tributes! Wouldn't you all agree?

(Croud yells and cheers)

Piper: Let's welcome Distirct 4's female tribute, Airlia Romaine!

(Airlia sits beside Piper)

Piper: How have you been Airlia?

Airlia: My, I have been, uh, fine, I guess.

Piper: You don't seem so sure.

Airlia: No, you have the wrong idea! I love it in the Capitol and I can't wait for the Games; it's just that I can't stop thinking about home.

Piper: You miss the ocean. The rolling waves and the feel of the salty water.

Airlia: Sorry, but no. I nearly drown when I was little and have been petrified of water since then...Anyway, what I really miss from home is my sister. I can't shake the thought that she doesn't want me to be here, even though we all know that I am very capable of-

Piper (interupting Airlia): Wait, wait, wait, go back to the story of when you nearly drown. I want to hear that.

Airlia: Okay, um, I was about 10, and I was onboard the ship that I worked on,'' the Sarah Maybel. ''That day, a massive wave approached and threatened to sink the ship. Captain Potter was trying to anchor the ship so it wouldn't be washed away. He wasn't paying attention to his 4-year-old daughter who was standing at the edge of ship. His daughter was holding the railing when the wave crashed down, but the wave's force threw her over the side. Nobody noticed the little girl being pulled beneath the water except me. I tried to get someone's attention but everyone was frantic and unfocused. I was sure that the little girl couldn't hold her breath much longer so I stupidly jumped into the water to retrieve her. The girl couldn't swim and she had been in the water a while so she would be deep in the ocean.

Piper: Oh, my, that poor girl.

Airlia: Yes...well, I hit the water which was awfully rough, and I concentrated on saving the girl. I went under water and swam deeper and deeper without feeling the girl's body so I kept going down. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't return without the girl. I was beginning to run out of oxygen but I ignored my instincts and went deeper still. My lungs felt as if they would burst when I touched the girl. I started swimming towards the surface, but I knew that I wouldn't make it. Despite the thought that the girl and I were as good as dead, I kept fighting to get above water. Eventually, I felt myself break the ocean's surface only to meet another massive wave that pulled me under again.

(Buzzer sounds)

Piper: Oh, that's it for our time. Sorry we didn't finish your story! I would ignore the buzzer and have you continue, but our time already has been extended.

Arlen Odair-

Piper: Wow, Airlia had such a fascinating story! I hate that we didn't hear the ending!

(Croud boos and yells agreements)

Piper: Now, it is time for us to say hello to District 4's male tribute, Arlen Odair!

(Croud cheers)

(Arlen sits beside Piper)

Arlen: Hey, Piper.

Piper: Welcome, Arlen! I am so excited to have one of the famous Finnick Odair's relatives here with us tonight!

Arlen: It's an honor for me to be on your stage.

Piper: Oh, you're so polite and handsome just like Finnick! I believe I am starstruck!

Arlen: Well, Piper, I am no big deal. I'm only famous, rich, and handsome. (Grins and poses for the camera) (Laughs good-naturedly at his joke)

Piper: Wow, Arlen, none of us had any idea you were such a comedian!

Arlen: I try to appear foolish and self-absorbed when I am really observing each and every move of my competetors.

Piper: Now, Arlen, I wouldn't go telling your secrets! Remember, the other tributes can see our interview, too!

(Arlen and Piper laugh)

Piper: Anyway, Arlen, we all would love to hear-

Arlen (interupting Piper): Wait a moment, Piper. There's something I would like to say to the wonderful citizens of the Capitol.

Piper: Go right ahead.

Arlen: I want to thank all of you for your friendliness and hospitality and-

(buzzer goes off)

(Arlen gets up and leaves)

Havana Io-

Piper: I am having a great time with our tributes tonight! I can't wait to talk with District 5's female tribute, Havana Io!

(Havana sits beside Piper)

Piper: Hi, Havana! How do you like the Captol?

Havana: I feel more at home here than I did in the district.

Piper: Why is that, dear?

Havana: Because nobody points and laughs at my style. I don't get teased because of my accent. I belong here!

Piper: Havana, you certainly look like a Capitol citizen!

Havana: Really? You really think so?

Piper: I do. You are gorgeous.

Havana: You have no idea how much that means! I adore the citizens here! They are so unique and, in my opinion, beautiful!

(croud cheers)

Piper: What a flattering choice of words!

Havana: Well, the people here greatly deserve my compliments, and every word that I speak is true!

Piper: I wish that you lived here in the Capitol with us! We would all get along so wonderfully! You would be eagerly welcomed!

Havana: I don't think so.

Piper: Why on Earth not?

Havana: Because I lived here as a young child and was forced away because President Ivory and my father didn't get along.

Piper: Oh, that's awful!

Havana: My brother was sent away long before me and we found eachother in the woods surrounding District 5. Both of us were hidden from Peacekeepers.

Piper: Why were you hidden?

Havana: Because Peacekeepers would publicly kill us because we hunted on Capitol land.

Piper: They would understand that you had to eat, right?

Havana: Oh, no! Peacekeepers are unforgiving and cruel just like President Ivory.

(Everything is silent)

(Someone in the audience shoots Havana in the arm)

(Havana falls to her knees and is dragged off the stage by guards)

(Silence)

Spore Io-

Piper: (Frozen in shock)

Spore: (awkwardly walks up and sits beside Piper)

Piper: (Still frozen and gripping sides of the chair tightly)

Spore: (Sweeps a piece of his hair from his eyes and locks his gaze on the ground)

Piper: (stammering and slowly beginning to move) I-I-I'm done. This is absurd. (Stands up and walks off stage with jerky movements)

Spore: (hurries off stage behind Piper)

Guard: (Walks to center of stage and announces loudly-) The rest of the interviews have been cancelled and the Games will begin a day early, tomorrow. I repeat, the Games begin tomorrow. (Leaves stage)

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 225th annual Hunger Games! His phrase that announces the beginning of the Games is, "Tributes, welcome to the Hunger Games! Remember, only one tribute may win! Best of luck, and let the 9th Quarter Quell Begin!"

Mutts

Mutt 1: Tribute Mutt

Takes the form of any living tribute, appears to be normal, but if you step to close, it turns into a vicious monster, rather like a zombie.

How to kill it: However you kill a human

Mutt 2: Hawk Mutt

Looks like a normal hawk, but if you step within 15 feet, it's wing feathers turn to knife blades, and it's body turns metal, and it will attack, and try and kill you.

How to kill it: You can't; just get it to fly away.

Mutt 3: Minnow mutts

Just normal minnows, until you stick your hands in water with them. They will nibble your skin, at first it tickles, but then it hurts, and then they eat your flesh until you die, or escape.

How to kill them: That would be really hard, because they are tiny.

Mutt 4: Python Mutt

A 20-foot python with huge, poisonous fangs. If you are bitten, you die instantly.

How to kill it: Stab it, slice it's head off, slice it in half, etc.

Mutt 5: Wolf Mutt

A black wolf, appears to be injured, if you get to close, it will attack.

How to kill it: Stab it or shoot it in the head or heart

Tribute's Arena Outfits
Female: The girls will wear dark, skinny, jeans with their district's number written clearly in large, pink numbers on the back pocket. Brown, leather boots with black laces rise up to their knees. The girls have on a fitted, pale, pink tank-top. A brown belt made of leather rises from their hips to the middle of their stomach.

Male: Straight-leg jeans with short, brown, leather boots underneath. They have a black t-shirt with their district number written in huge, red numbers on the back.

Arena
The cornucopia that is filled with desirable supplies is placed on top of a giant plateau in the corner of the arena. The tributes stand in a circle around the plateau and have to climb it's side which have simple supplies scattered over them. Around the plateau that bears the supplies is a scorching desert stocked with python mutts. In the desert that encircles the cornucopia is a large salt-lake that is filled with minnow mutts.

Beyond the desert is dense forest. A huge, fresh lake sits in the center of the cool forest. Parts of the lake is ruled by minnow mutts and one bank is ruled by hawk mutts. Just 1/2 of a mile to the left of the lake is a thin stretch of desert that encloses a gorgeous orchard that has a fresh stream and waterfall flowing through it. The orchard is home to wolf mutts and tribute mutts.

Touching the desert around the orchard are mountains with snowy peaks. The tips of the mountains are the secret territory to a Gamemaker's trap: flying arrows. The forest continues past the mountains and throughout the rest of the arena.

At the far, right edge of the arena is a freshwater creek that barely reaches into the arena. The rest of the creek flows behind the forcefield which electricutes a tribute at touch. The shock will not kill them but will slow them considerabley with dizziness, blurry vision, and sore musceles. It will, also, make them extremely tired.

Northwest of the rightside's forcefield is a deep pit concealed by underbrush. The sides are made of slick rock and it will fill with water after a day. Eventually it overflows and empties itself (the cycle continues).

The Cornucopia Bloodbath
Polyester Romano- I am standing beside Calico Shimmer, my district partner, and the District 13 male. I am listening to the countdown- 59, 58, 57, 56, 55. I am smoothing my ponytail when an idea crosses my mind. I feel my lips form a small smile which I can't hide. The countdown- 48, 47, 46. Then, I pretend to lose my balence. I lean backwards and release a small, fake squeal. My arms spread out to the side and touch Calico and Nick Greatuse. They both shoot me looks of surprise. I know that my time is running low. 27, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22. I try to pretend to lose my balence again. I still can't reach them! Finally, I give up my pretending idea and push both of them off of their platforms. I hear explosions on both sides of me and fight to keep my hair smooth. That's when I decide that I didn't think my plan through. Debris and blood is blown at me with serious force. I shut my eyes. I know that the near explosions and/or debris will kill me. My life is taken by fire that engulfs me in burning flames.

Calico Shimmer- Polyester Romano stands beside me and keeps looking at me and the 13 Boy. She seems to lose her balance but it is obviously done on purpose. Her hands barely touch my side the first and second time. Suddenly, her face hardens and she pushed me and the boy from 13 before we can react. The last thing I see is Polyester and the boy from 13 engulfed in flames.

Shamrock Harrison- I just watched Calico Shimmer be blown to bits. I should've closed my eyes, but I didn't react quick enough. Debris was thrown into my face, resulting in a blind right eye and a deep gash along my left cheek. My hands instinctively fly to my face, but I quickly drop them back to my sides. I know that I have to be prepared to run when the gong sounds. I focus myself again and hear the countdown finishing- 6,5,4,3,2,1. The gong rang through the arena and I charged to the plateau that held the cornucopia. As I run, I feel bodies in my way, and I shove them to the side. Nobody is going to stop me from getting choice weapons! I thrust myself at the rock wall and feel for a place to hold on to. I find a gap between to rocks and pull myself upwards. I repeat this over and over. Suddenly, I get a sharp pain in my left hand. A knife is lodged between the rocks where I closed my hand. I remove it and continue to climb with it tucked in my leather belt. I fight through the extreme pain in my hand and face. I, finally, reach the cornucopia and grab, at least, 10 deadly-looking knives and shove them in my belt along with the other. I was, soon, met by the other Careers: Jason Tompre, Airlia Romaine, Arlen Odair, and one very unlikely tribute; the District 9 male, 12-year-old Alex Donaque. He was accepted to be one of us because he received a 10 in training and showed extreme skill with a sword. Then, we turned around and destroyed anyone who crossed our path. I knived the District 12 female in the back and killed her. Alex killed the guy from 5 with his sword. The rest was a blurr, but I saw the girl from 13, the boy from 6, and the guy from 3 fall to the ground beside me in a pool of blood.

Jason Tompre- Three tributes have just been destroyed by an explosion. Shamrock has been injured and I can't reach her. I have minor cuts. My heart is racing, but I am as focused as I can be on the countdown. 5,4,3,2,1, GONG! I charge to the side of the plateau and force myself up its walls. I climb. I climb. I cimb. I ignore the supplies around me; their must be better ones at the top. My head turns from side to side, searching for Shamrock. I am a slower climber so I have been passed by several tributes. As I reach the top, I feel the bottom of my boot come in contact with someone's face, and I turn just in time to see the little girl from 8 hit the rock floor of the arena. I felt sort of bad because she was so young and innocent, but I quickly reminded myself that she had to die if Shamrock or I was gonna live. From now on, I will kill mercilessly and protect Shamrock. Just as I met up with the other Careers, they began swinging their weapons and killing tributes. I immediatly searched for Shamrock in the mess of moving blades. Once I found her, I stood beside her and started to kill like everyone else. The boy from 6, the girl from 3, and the boy from 3 died at the hands of me.