User blog:I.J./I.J.'s 1st Annual Hunger Games

Hey, this is my First Hunger Games. After seeing lots of other people do it, I thought I'd give it a try. And please remember, these are my first games, so I'm experimenting with certain things, but I will try my best!

!!!UPDATE!!! - YES! I've just finished the Reapings! Tomorrow I'll start the Chariot Rides. But wait, I've had an idea. Should I do POVs of the tributes when they say goodbye to their parents before they leave to the Capitol? I.J. 03:28, July 22, 2011 (UTC)

Background
After the Rebels succeeded in gaining the Districts freedom from the Capitol, everything seemed to be fine. However 113 years after this, an uprising occured. The Capitol's current president, President Azazel, had been preparing the Capitol for another rebellion. Except this time, it's not the Districts. The president wants blood.

President Azazel was too strong. He invaded every single District, one by one. But the Districts did not want to start another war, so they surrendered. President Azazel, however, is not the forgiving type. He proposed a deal with the Districts. Thus, came the beginning of the new era of the Hunger Games.

These are I.J.'s Hunger Games.

I.J.'s Hunger Games
It's been 100 years since then. President Azazel's grandson is now ruling Panem. He's not going easy on them.

Children from District 13 will be included in the reaping, as it was recognized as a part of Panem after The Second Rebellion. Children from the Capitol will also be included, to show how much President Azazel is putting into disciplining the Districts. That means 28 tributes.

As a reminder that the Districts' children are on their own in I.J.'s Hunger Games, there are to be no mentors and no sponsor gifts. Instead, there will be a wider variety of resources in the Cornucopia.

Introduction
Ok, so, once you guys enter your tributes, I will start writing The Games.

I'm will include, along with The Games, The Reaping, Chariot Rides, a summary of the Training Days (maybe), Training Scores, Interviews, Final 8 Interviews, The Feast, and a Victor Interview. As well as the Victor Interviews, I MAY be doing a Victory Tour and related stuff after the games, but it's not guaranteed.

The way I'll be doing this is giving each tribute a point of view.

Tributes
Now, it's time for you guys to enter the tributes! Here are the rules:

1. Each of you have to make one female and one male tribute from the same district.

2. Your must include their district, name, age, skills, weaknesses, personality, appearance, family, and history in their descriptions. Their family and history don't have to be detailed.

3. PLEASE make your tributes REALISTIC. Balance out their skills and weaknesses and have their history explain how they acquired their skills and weaknesses.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

District 1
Lily Star Today's the day. The day I will finally be recognized. The day I'll no longer be that nice, innocent girl in the back of the crowd. The Reaping. I get up, take a shower, put on my favoite pink dress, do my hair, and by the time everybody else is yawning and just waking up, I'm on my way to the kitchen, searching for something to eat. As I'm finishing up my breakfast, I can hear my sisters arguing over a dress they want to wear.

"I told you I was going to wear this today!" " NO, I was going to wear this today! Mom got it for ME!" Gosh, they're so stuck-up. I don't get how they're so popular, they've never done anything. I'll show them, I'll show everyone, once I volunteer, then they'll care about me. I've been kind my whole life and still, nobody appreciates me. Except my best friend, and only friend, Mace. Oh no! Mace! I can't beleive I never told him! Oh no, oh no, oh no, what will I do!?

What will he think when he sees me volunteer!?

Lee Rock As I'm walking towards the square, all I can think of is my brother. My brother who got reaped when I was little. My brother who died in the Hunger Games. I don't have anybody left now. What else could I possibly lose? Wait..well, there is Lily. Lily Star, the only girl I've ever loved. She won't be reaped though, what are the chances of a rich girl who's only thirteen being reaped? And I know she'd never volunteer, she's not the type. I get to the square, and see some of my friends, we're all age twelve. The newcomers. It's our first Reaping. Most of them look really excited. Not me. How can they be so happy, waiting for a possible death sentence?

As eveyone settles, the mayor says his speech, and the escort walks up onto the stage. When she puts her hand into the bowl to draw the girl's name, and she pulls out a pice of paper, a bunch of "I volunteer!"s ring out across the square. There is some sort of quarrel going on about who said it first, but as that's happening, I see a girl in a bright pink dress with long brown hair hop up onto the stage. No. It can't be. It's Lily. What!? Why would she volunteer!? She's always been so nice and innocent, unlike the others. When the escort pulls the boy's name out of the bowl, I make sure I'm the first one to say,

"I volunteer!"

District 2
Vanessa Jimanez "Wake up, mija! Today is the Reaping!" says my mom, waking me up. The Reaping. When I first moved here from Mexico a year ago, I thought it was some sort of holiday, since everybody here treats it as one. But I don't get it. The Reaping is not a holiday. It's a drawing, a drawing where if you get drawed, you get entered into a fight to the death. Where children fight to the death. They call it, The Hunger Games. How could anyone be excited about getting to be in something so...malo? After me, my twin sister, two younger brothers, and parents got dressed and ready, we head to the town square.

When we get there, the mayor is going on about the games, and he's praising it, saying how proud he is to be the mayor of a district who has won so many games. Then an escort comes onto the stage, in front of two bowls, one designated for the girls, one for the boys. Me or my siblings are not going to be chosen, I've only been here in Panem for a year, and I'm supposed to leave back to Mexico in two weeks. What are the chances? She pulls the slip out of the girl's, and reads out the name. "Vanessa Jimanez!" Uh-oh. I still have hope, someone will volunteer, right!? This is the day they've been waiting for! Their "holiday"! But no, nobody volunteers. I feel empty as I walk up onto the stage and shake hands with the escort.

This is no holiday.

Alexander Sidorov No! Not Vanessa, she can't have been chosen! She was supposed to go back to her home in TWO WEEKS! Oh my goodness, she looks devastated! Why didn't anybody volunteer, they always do in this district!? Why did this happen! She doesn't deserve this! In the year I've gotten to know her, I know that I love her. We understand eachother, me moving here from Russia and all. I have to do something. So when the escort pulls out the boy's slip, I volunteer. I can see Vanessa's face. She doesn't look as sullen as she did, and I can see the blood flow back into her face. It's a good thing she has at least a little hope. Yes! I'm so happy, I'm here to protect her! But, wait a minute. I feel something inside me. It's not just Vanessa. I'm...I'm...excited. Excited to be in the Hunger Games!

Why!?

District 3
Shay Disc The first thing I hear when I wake up is thunder. Loud and booming. I brush my hair out of my face, get up, and look out the window. I see lightning. That gives me a little hope for today. I love lightning. And today's the Reaping. Another one. UGH! Well, atleast I'm not toally helpless this time. There's a chance that my sneaking out in the middle of the night to practice my knife skills will pay off today. Then I fell a small spark in my tummy, and gain a little more hope. I stand up, and stretch a little, getting the sleepiness of me. I open the dresser me and my two sisters share. I grab an electric blue dress from it. It matches my eyes. Hopefully neither of my sisters were planning on wearing it. I don't care about my hair, everyone's hair is crazy in this district.

I walk into the living room to find my parents and my sisters already ready. "What the..!?" I look at the clock, and see that I've slept in about an hour. Great. I slip on my shoes, and as I'm heading out the door, my mom stops me. "Yes?" I say. "Here, I just wanted to give this to you. For....luck." It's an anklet with a small metal disc on it. "Wow mom, thanks!" I put it on, and feel...well, lucky. This gives me all the hope I need today.

I'll be happy no matter what happens.

Circuit Blow "AGGGGGGHHHHHH!" I jolt upwards on my bed. I wake with a cold sweat. A nightmare. I groan as I get up. It had felt so real. The fire. I've never had such a vivid dream before. I can see my scream woke up the whole house, as my brother and sister are siting upwards on their beds, and my parents are already at my door, looking at me, concerned. "...I had a nightmare. Sorry." I say. They all look away, annoyed. Since we're all awake now, we get ready. My parents and my siblings are ignoring me at breakfast. Really!? On the day of the Reaping!? Wow. I guess I'm the freak of the family. Funny how much damage a non-existant fire can do.

We make our way to the square. The escort is already on stage, flirting with the mayor. When everybody has arrived, the escort is still flirting with the mayor, and then the silence gets her attention. "Oh! Yeah! Sorry!" she says. She sticks her hand into the girl's bowl, pulls out the paper and reads out her name. "Shay Disc." She gets up onto the stage, she doesn't look worried or anything. As she's pulling out the boy's name, she trips on her heels and knocks the bowl to the ground, which causes the bowl to shatter into pieces. A piece gets into her eye and she falls backward, bumping into the mayor. The mayor stumbles backwards and hits the tech man controlling the speakers and elecronics. He falls down, ripping some wires apart, and theres sparks everywhere, which starts a fire on the stage. Everybody on stage quickly hurries off, and after the mayor escorted the escort to safety and firemen put the fire out, he goes over to where the bowl had shattered and picks up a slip. He reads out the name. "Ciruit Blow!" That's my name.

Funny, how much damage a fire can do.

District 4
Ronda Grouge Ok, today is the Reaping. Perhaps the day I've been training for? The year I'll volunteer? I don't know. The games have just always, scared me a little. Not Dondo. I know Dondo will volunteer today. This year is his last chance. Dad would want us to volunteer. Maybe if he wasn't an alcoholic he'd be a real dad. He'd probably kill Dondo if he didn't volunteer this year. I don't know If I will. Wait, no, I can't volunteer. No, that would mean that only one of us could win. Phew, I didn't know if I had the guts to do it.

Ok, the escort is about to draw the girl's name..

Dondo Grouge Ah, my last year of being in the Reaping. The day I've been waiting for. I've trained my whole life. I know I'll win. I know I'll be the best. This is the year I will volunteer. The escort is about to draw the girl's name. I wonder if Ronda will volunteer? No, she knows this year is my last chance. If we're both in the games, only one of us could come out. Ok, and the girl is..."Rondo Grouge!" Oh dang. She looks terrified! What's gonna happen now? Should I still volunteer? Wait, WHAT am I saying!? THIS IS MY TIME, I WILL WIN THIS THING, AND I WILL BE THE BEST! So when the escort draws the boys name, I yell as loud as I can,

"I VOLUNTEER!"

District 5
Lane Westling The sun shining on my face wakes me up. I feel a radiating warmth to my side. Looks like my little sister, Rull, decided to join me. I stoke her hair, and notice how big she's gotten. Or, well, I guess I'm just small. I get up. Something's not right. Then I remember. Today is the Reaping. I sigh, what a way to ruin a beautiful day. The worst possible way. I go over to the window, and look out to the sun. It's so bright. I decide to match it. I put on an orangey yellow dress. I do my hair into a braided ponytail down my back. I go over to the breakfast table, and see that my parents have prepared breakfast. But I'm not hungry.

Not today.

Cranell Meneger I'm in my closet. My dad is having another one of his fits. I accidentally burned the toast. He cares about me, which explains why he got mad. Because today is the Reaping. He may lose his temper, but not over some charred bread. He's in a bad mood because he doesn't want to lose me, like he lost my mother. He doesn't want to see me get reaped.

So I put on something formal, and head down to the square. The mayor is just finishing his speech. I guess nobody cared that I wasn't here yet. The escort comes onto the stage. She is drawing the girls name, and this year the girl is, "Lane Westling." She looks so depressed. I can see a little girl, her sister I think, crying, with her parents, as Lane is getting up onto the stage. Now it's the boy's turn. She is picking up a piece of paper and this year the boy is, "Cranell Meneger." Me. As I walk up onto the stage, I feel sorry. For my dad. And, I see something I have never seen before.

My father is crying.

District 6
Soifa Trinks The Reaping is today! Ooh I can't wait! We're getting away today. Me and Miles. What should I wear? Hmm, maybe I'll go with this short green dress! Then my hair, I'll style it into an updo! Ok, what shoes shall I wear..eh, I don't feel like wearing anything formal, I'll just go with my favorite brown boots. Yay! Now I'm ready. I'd have never thought I'd be excited about the Reapings. Especially with my background. But ever since I met Miles, I've been so much more...spontaneous!

I mean, we're both planning to volunteer!

Miles Harrow I'm wearing my best suit, but it's not much. As I arrive at the square, the mayor is saying his speech. Blah blah blah. He doesn't have anything encouraging to say, as their isn't much victors from our district. Then the escort arrives, all decked out in weird Capitol attire. The escort always seems so cheerful, even though our district isn't successful in the games. Just get to picking out the girl's name already. When she reads the name, I hear, "I volunteer." I know it's Soifa. We had planned to do this, and nobody ever volunteers in this district. I see her walk up onstage and shake the escorts hands. Next thing I know, I've already volunteered, and I'm shaking hands with the escort. I'm standing next to Soifa. She's smiling at me. I hesitate.

She knows only one of us will be able to live, right?

District 7
Keyllu Vetra Ugh, I'm so tired. I'm always a little edgy on the day of the Reaping. I get up, grab a black dress, the one I always wear to formal events. Usually, that's only the Reapings. I put my blonde hair in a ponytail, and let my black bangs down in the front. I'm done. We head down to the square. It's all a blur at first, as I'm trying to keep myself awake, then I notice the escorts already drawing the girls name. She says her name. I wait for the girl to go up onstage. Nobody comes up. Then someone nudges me in the back.

"Um, Keyllu, you need to go up on stage."

Aydan Monarcha I'm up early. I'm in the woods. Swinging my axe at a tree. Taking in the fresh smell of the forest. Just like any other day. Except today is the Reaping. My first. I try to shake the anxiousness out of me. Whew, I've been chopping forever. At least, it seems like it. I need to get ready. I put on something decent, and run to the square. I get there pretty fast.

I'm one of the first people there, so I just watch as everybody else arrives. I see some of my friends and school mates. I see Keyllu Vetra. She looks so tired. She's one of last few to get there. The mayor is saying how proud he is of our district. Ok then, I don't see why. One of the people sitting behind him gets up, as the mayor is gesturing towards her. Apparently she's an ancestor of one of our past victors or something, from 200 or so years ago, who rebelled against the Capitol. Now the escort comes up, and picks a name from the girl's bowl. It's Keyllu Vetra. Nobody comes up. Where is she, I know I saw her ealier? Then she finally comes up on stage. She looks like she just woke up or something. Probably snoozing during the mayor's speech. Now the escort draws a name out of the boy's bowl. She says his name. He walks up onto the stage.

Well, atleast I don't look like Keyllu, as I walk up onto the stage.

District 8
Kedzie Woods I hate the Reaping. Always have. For me, they not only bring me sadnees because of their purpose. They remind me of how I lost someone who I cared about so much. A great friend. Todd. On the first Reaping I was actually entered in, that was the one Todd got reaped in. For him, it was his last Reaping. He died in the games. It's been three years. And every single Reaping since then, I remember him. They never let me forget. President Azazel will never let me forgot. He is the only person I hate in this world. But, he must have good somewhere in his heart. Everyone does. No. I'm wrong. President Azazel is evil. For never letting me forget.

For never letting us forget.

Talon Faust I can't tell you how much grief the Reapings gave me. Becuase of it, my whole life has been ruined. Well, I guess their not entirely to blame for. My father was really the cause of it. He trained me and my sister. My sister, he trained to death. My brother, died in the games. The games that my dad cheers on, as if they're actually a game. And my baby brother, I had to give him away to another family, so he wouldn't endure what I've had to.

I make my way to the square, with my best suit on. My father made me wear it. He'd beat me if I hadn't. They mayor comes up on stage. Nothing great to say, we haven't won much games. I mean, we're the dang textile district for goodness sakes, we're probably the district with the least victors. Though, my mother, before she got addicted to morphling, told me that in the Second Rebellion, 213 years ago, that we were the first district to rebel against the Capitol. I guess that's something we should be proud of. The escort is up now, and she's calling out the girl's name. It's Kedzie Woods. The Woods. It's her family that took in my baby brother. They're good people. Kedzie doesn't deserve to be in the games, she's the most kindhearted person I know. The escort is pulling out the boy's name. It's me. My dad is cheering so loud for me. The sole person making noise in a silent crowd. Everyone is looking at him like he is crazy. Who would be proud for their son to be in the Hunger Games, especially in District 8? I have nothing left to live for. Almost. I know what I need to do. I need to protect Kedzie.

Even if I have to risk my life.

District 9
Sheila Swift I grab a knife from off my belt. I aim. I throw. It hits the rabbit right in his throat. Breakfast for this morning. I go back home and skin it. Cook it. I share it amongst my family. My mother and two little brothers. This could be any other day. But today is the Reaping.

I'm always so scared. I don't know what would happen to my family if I was reaped, I'm their provider. I've been teaching my little brothers how to hunt, but they can't hunt by themselves yet. I always get so anxious, every year. I'm all my family's got. If I go into the games, they'll only suffer. If I win, they could live. But If I die in the games..

Then my family will die too.

Markus Brown The Reaping. Whenever it's the day of the Reaping, I feel fine. Not scared, not worried, nothing. Because if I get reaped, I'd win! My mom taught me how to fight, and I'm totally confident that I'm the most skilled swordsman in all of Panem! I'd never volunteer though. Why would I, I've got all I need here! I'm the richest guy in District 9! Everyone loves me. I already have food, money and fame. But I'm so not scared of the Reaping.

That's why when I walked up onto the stage with Sheila Swift, I was totally mellow.

Districts 10
Parker Fernx I wake up. I can hear the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. I get up, out of my tent, and take in the forest air. I can see squirrels and rabbits, plants of different kinds. It's great! It's only that today is my first Reaping. I hope I don't get reaped. That'd really suck! I hope Venta doesn't get reaped either, he's the only person I know. That'd really suck too. Hmm, I should get ready for it. I'll wear my blue dress and wear my hair in braids! Maybe if I look cute enough, and get reaped, someone would volunteer for me! I always get what I want.

I find the break in the fence along the district and slip through it. I make my way to the square and wait for the escort to draw the names. I see Venta! I smile and wave to him and say hi! The escort is drawing the girl's name. I am still waving to him, when she calls my name. "Parker Fernx!" I walk up to the stage looking all cute and young, waiting for someone to volunteer for this little girl. No one does. I hesitate.

I guess this time I'm not getting what I want.

Venta Jaes I see a hand waving to me from across the crowd in the square. It's Parker, hah, always so cheery. She's still waving to me when the escort calls her name. Wow, she's still smiling! As she's walking up on stage though, her smile fades away. It seems like she was expecting someone to volunteer. The escort draws the boy's name. "Venta Jaes!" No. NO. It can't be me. My sisters, Kery, Leandra, they're crying. I walk up onto the stage, ingore the stupid escort, and stand next to the, now smiling again, Parker. I saddeningly smile back at her.

Atleast someones happy that I'm reaped.

District 11
Rye Foxglove I'm running. Running through endless fields of grain. Something I like to do. But not right now. Right now I'm running, running away from the peacekeepers. They caught me this time, caught me hiding. I camouflage myself to avoid doing the hard work I have to do. The only thing I like to doing is picking the fruit from the trees. But everything else, nope, I don't want to do it.

So this morning, my group was working like usual, yes, we work even on the day of the Reaping. I camouflaged myself to blend in with the wheat fields, as I do whenever we're working out there. I was lying down, when I got a kick in the head. I looked up, and a peacekeeper on patrol was staring down at me. He looked pretty suprised.

That's when I started running.

Mow Rice My goodness, this morning was a lot of hard work. My neighbor, who takes care of me and my brother, makes us mow crops ALL the time. Even on the day of the Reaping. Gosh. I don't even get to take a shower or anything before I make my way to the square. The crowd is so huge, looks bigger than last year. Hey, today's my last Reaping! YES! The mayor says his speech, but nobody is listening, many of them look exhausted, they probably had to work this morning too. As the escort is arriving at the front of the stage, I see a small figure running through the crowd. It's a girl. I've seen her before, I think her name is Rye. She works in the fields. Well, she's SUPPOSED to, at least. The escort is drawing the girl's name, and what do you know, it's her. It's "Rye Foxglove!" The skinny girl makes her way to the stage, and as she is, I see a peacekeeper. Haha, it looks like he's been working in the feilds too, he's all sweaty and tired! He looks like he's going after Rye, but Rye starts sprinting to the stage, and she's already made it before the peackeeper can do anything. Now it's time for the boy's name. Hope there's a show this time! But no, there isn't going to be.

Because the boy is me.

District 12
Willow Woods The Reaping is today. The drawing for the games. I've never watched the games, I can't bear it, I just close my eyes and think of something else, something, happier. I couldn't imagine being reaped. It must be devastating. My life here is peaceful, even though many others from my district may disagree. I don't have anything demanded from me. Mostly all the men from this district work in the mines, like my fatger, but the women don't really do anything, unless they have children, or need to provide for themselves somehow. So, I'm glad my life is the way it is, met taking care of my two younger brothers. I'm happy with what I've got.

I hope the Reaping doesn't take that away from me.

Kohl Cyphers My parents are so distant on the day of the Reaping. It scares me. It scares me because I know that if I get reaped, that they'll be gone. They'll lose themselves. I'll lose them. Just like we all lost my sister in a previous games.

We all walk to the square, solemnly. They mayor says his speech, saying whatever he says about the games. I can see he feels the same way we do. The same way all of us do. He mentions, that our district is special. That somebody from our district 213 years ago pushed all of Panem to do the right thing. To rebel against the Capitol. He calls up three people sitting behind him. An older woman, that I recognize as his wife, and a young man and woman. All four of them, seem so, prominent, so, noble. Ancestors of our savior. Well, we need another savior then! What happened! Why have we been back in the games for 100 years! The escort comes up onstage. She's from the Capitol, and she has that quirky personality and everything, but I get the sense she understands our pain. She calls the girl's name. "Willow Woods." Oh gosh, how undeserving. Willow is a quiet, happy girl, with a peaceful life, why has she been reaped? She doesn't deserve this at all. Now the boy is, "Kohl Cyphers." As I walk up onto the stage, I can see my parents. I look into they're eyes. They're gone.

And as soon as I do that, I know that I'm gone as well.

District 13
Elizabeth Coin I'm going into the games. I need to save people for the next rebellion. Only a special group of District 13 citizens know about our plan. Our plan to save tributes from the games, in order to start the beginning of the next rebellion

The plan is to have me and Thomas Anderson volunteer at our ditrict's reaping, seeming just to be eager children wanting to be in the games. We play along until we get to the Capitol. On the Training Days, we try and recruit as much people as people as possible to participate with us. Then we find a way out of the Arena, in a similar method as the 75th Hunger Games of the First Era. Then we rebel.

Will I succeed, or will I fail?

Thomas Anderson I really don't know if this is going to work. I've tried to explain this to Elizabeth and the others, but they're so persistant. I mean, let's compare this to the Second Rebellion. In the 75th Hunger Games of the First Era, they had a symbol. A symbol that all of Panem knew. The Mockingjay. The Mockingjay was a girl, a girl who, in her respective games, managed to capture the hears of the citizens of Panem. Her name was Katniss, if I remember correctly. So...how are we going to rebel, when we don't have a Catalyst?

Where's our Mockingjay?

The Capitol
Lumry Caldoni "Well you know what, Ty, I'd rather be in the games than be taken care of by your stupid ass!" Goodness, Ty is really annoying me right now! Ty's my brother, and he takes care of me, and my six younger siblings. Hell, I bet I could take of them myself better than he can! He doesn't even care about me. He should've died too in the fire at the McPherson's restaurant that killed our parents! HUH, I shoud'nt have said that. I loved my parents so much...if only they'd live, then stupid Ty wouldn't be in charge! UGH, I'm just making myself more mad. It's all that stupid kid's fault, Guffer. If he hadn't burned his own restaurant down, we wouldn't be in this damn situation!

You know, If I did get reaped into the games this year, he'd be the first person I'd kill!

Guffer McPherson Awwhahah, why does the Capitol have to be subject to the Reaping. They make me so scared. My parents are always are always so off their hinges on the day of the Reaping. I can see them shaking, as they serve me my favorite food. Roasted deer with orange sauce drizzled on it, white rice with fresh strawberrys in them, and chopped asparagus sauteed in butter. I have blueberry soda with a lemon on the brim as a drink. For desert I have raspberry ice cream with pomegranite seeds sprinkled on it. Yum. I know it's like, a whole day's meal just for breakfast, but today's the Reaping, I deserve something special! After I eat I put on my purple reaping tuxedo, and we make our way to the town square.

We walk through the luxurious place, filled with lavish undertoned colored shops, gleaming windows, opulent stained brick roads, lucious greenery, and people with brightly colored overdone dyed hair, ornate, tinted tatoos, and skin of different hues. As I arrive at the sqaure I can see the escort, past victors (there's not many), and one empty sit in the middle of them on the stage. There's GIANT televisions around the whole sqaure. As everybody settles, the crowd quiets down. I don't see anybody I know. Well, I don't really know anybody, I'm a shy kinda of guy. I only interact with my parents. I'd only recognize people if they're a regular at our restaurant, McPherson's. All of a sudden the whole crowd goes crazy, and theres cheering, clapping, and whistling all over the place. I try and look over the heads of the people in the crowd, but I can't see anything. I know why they're cheering. President Azazel has arrived. I can see him on one of the television screens. President Azazel has a devil-ish appearance. He dyed his skin a deep red, almost the color of blood. He has black tatoos on his forearms, and he's had plastic surgery, as he has black horns on his head, an arrow shaped tail with a black tip, and larger than usual ears. He has shoudler length black hair. His eyes, however, are light blue in color.

"Hello, citizens of the Capitol! Welcome to the 100th Annual Reaping for the 100th Annual Hunger Games! This is a historic anniversary!" Everybody cheers. Why are they cheering, when their children are being entered into a game where they have to fight to the death. "While I know that some of you individuals may feel a certain despair for the Reaping, remember, it is for the good of all of Panem." Yeah right. Now he gets into this whole speech about our few victors from past games, how he's proud of them, how they've showed our city honor. We watch clips of them from their games.

"Once again, I cannot tell you how proud I am of you! How about we get to the Reaping now!" Everyone cheers yet again. Peacekeepers bring out floating bowls with a bunch of slips in them. One marked female, one marked male. President Azazel draws the female's name.

"And our female tribute in the 100th annual Hunger Games is...Lumri Caldoni!"

The crowd roars. A girl with bright red hair and orange tatoos all over her body makes her way onto the stage. I can tell she's upset, but she puts on a charming expression. I think I've seen her before, but for some reason, when I think of her it brings back bad memories. She shakes hands with President Azazel. "Hello Lumri, how are you! I bet you're honored to be on this stage today!" She nods and says nothing, obviously in shock.

"Now Lumri, get ready to met your tribute partner!" He sticks his hand into the bowl, and pulls out a slip.

"And our male tribute for the 100th Annual Hunger Games is...Huffer McPherson!" The crowd isn't as excited as they were for Lumri. I stand there in shock, and look at my parents. They look at me, with sadness on their faces. I walk slowly up onto the stage, barely managing a smile. "Congratulations Huffer! You're parents must be proud!" I'm silent. "Say hello to your tributes for the 100th Annual Hunger Games!"

I look over to my district partner, Lumri. She gives me a terribly harsh look. At that moment, I remember where I've seen this girl before.

She's the daughter of the two adults I accidently killed.

The Arena
(The Arena's details will be posted after I get all of the tributes and have finished The Reapings, Chariot Rides, Training Day Summaries/Scores, and Interviews)

The Costume
A breathable forest green shirt, slim tan pants that can be unzipped into shorts, a sturdy black belt, a very thin gray hoodie that reflects body heat to an extent, and durable dark brown shoes, designed for running long distances in any environment. [You can use this description as a hint for what the Arena might be]