User blog:Ninja~Toast/The Return of the Hunger Games -1st Hunger Games

Welcome!
This is my first blog and my first games I've made. However, to start off I'm going to submit my own tributes, because I don't think I will get very much tribute templates. Read, enjoy and maybe even sign up for the 2nd Hunger Games, which will accept tributes. If you put in tributes, they will not be in this hunger games, but I can hold them until the 2nd hunger games where I can put them in if you're still willing.

I'm bound to make some sort of mistake, since this is my first user blog post. If this happens feel free to correct me

Rules

 * 1) Do not submit tributes, I'm going to be using my own tributes for this first blog, however next hunger games I do will have sign ups.
 * 2) Although you can't submit tributes JUST yet, you can bet and sponsor other tributes in the arena.
 * 3) No spamming in the comments unless you've placed a bet and sponsored at least one tribute, although I doubt there will be any on this post
 * 4) Have fun!


 * You may not be able to post tributes yet, but for the upcoming 2nd Hunger Games the template will look like this:


 * Name:


 * District: (List 3 in order of preference)


 * Gender:


 * Age: (12-18)


 * Personality:


 * Backstory:


 * Height:


 * Appearance: (I will accept typed or lunaiis)


 * Weapons: (List one or two)


 * Strengths: (List two to four)


 * Weaknesses: (List two to four)


 * Fears: (List at least one)


 * Interview Angle: (Can be filled out later)


 * Bloodbath Strategy: (Can be filled out later)


 * Game Strategy: (Can be filled out later)


 * Token: (Optional)


 * Alliance: (Can be filled out later)


 * Just in case you want to be prepared I guess? :P

Introduction
This is the end of the Mocking Jay, except in my brand new version to bring a new era in The Hunger Games.

Katniss' P.O.V.:

This is it... I start to think. We failed; there is nothing we can do about it. I'm in my cell room, the rebellion ended and we lost and I'm to be punished. The Capitol is too powerful, they can do whatever they want and we can't stop them. I'm thinking of my sister, Prim. So light and fragile, why did she have to die in that bombing? I'd do anything to take her place. Even after that bombing, we still lose the rebellion. I'm waiting in my cell until my execution for leading a rebellion. Why did this have to happen? Maybe if I just killed Peeta that day, or wait for him to kill himself. He would've done it, and I wouldn't have caused a rebellion and I'd live to see my sister. Then again, I'm happy I did that stunt. What am I saying? Peeta deserved to live as well as every other tribute in the arena. The Capitol is the enemy here and we can't stop them.

I'm ranting about the Capitol in my thoughts until a group of Peacekeepers open my cell and swarm towards me. They take me to my execution, where I will be killed live on T.V. for all of Panem to see. What will my mother think? What happened to Buttercup? I used to hate him but now that he's the only memory of Prim that can brighten my mood. Well, of course it's not a positive memory of our hatred, but it's better than thinking of Prim dying from the bombing. Hopefully he's still alive, back in District 13. Maybe he made it back to District 12. I will never know. I am taken to a room where I am held against my will by some chains wrapped around my neck, arms and legs, with a whole audience to see President Snow's goons will kill me. The Hunger Games will surely start again, I know it. I think, ''I failed, but my legacy hasn't ended. Someone will stop the Capitol, I just know it. A future tribute, with enough potential to end this madness. ''I'm still thinking until I notice a stabbing pain in my chest. The pain ends quickly.

Tributes
REMEMBER: You will NOT enter any tributes for these first games. However the 2nd Hunger Games you can submit tributes to compete.

Alliances
Carrers: Olivia Winter (1), Emory Indigo (2), Duncan Grier (4) and Danica Dee (4)

District 5, 6, 8, 9 and 10 Alliance: Cyrus Haydn (5), Theo Clair (8), Grant Denver (9) and Duane Lőrinc (10)

District 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9 Alliance: Chrissie Seyong (5), Silvia Coscette (6), Camellia Cyrellia (7), Reba Malandra (8) and Rowanne Tamora (9)

District 11 Alliance: Bennet Ormand (11) and Brair Chausiksu (11)

District 3, 12 and 13 Alliance: Brooklyn Spirit (3), Savannah Storm (12), Ashton Yiennis (12) and Delilah Lexus (13)

Alone: Jaida Lyubov (Capitol), Kaeden Humphrey (Capitol), Phrixos Baccus (7) and Tatianna "Tania" Sapphire (10)

Reapings
Yes, I know, I don't have a full tribute gallery yet. However, I want to speed things up a bit to keep you guys occupied during the time being. Expect the reaping's to be out of order, but in the end they will be in its proper place.

Capitol - Jaida Lyubov
"That was some party you threw, it's going to be a nightmare to clean up!" my mother sighs.

After the most exciting party of my life, I'm extremely tired and excited for the next day. However, I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight. The announcement that the Capitol could participate for the Hunger Games just made my life, I had a party today to celebrate the reaping's that will happen tomorrow.

"Good Night, Jaida!" my mother, Veslemøy says to me before she closes the door.

"Night." I respond to my mother. She closes the door until I am left alone in utter silence. I'm left in my room, excited and anxious about Reaping Day tomorrow. That's the day, I'm going to volunteer. My parents don't know, they don't want me to volunteer, but the Hunger Games is what I live for. Even if I die, I died doing the thing I love. Half an hour later, I can't sleep. I just can't, I'm too excited! I get up, and turn on my television to recordings of the Hunger Games or programs involving the Hunger Games that I have. I turn it onto Katniss' execution, she was my favorite tribute. I'm so happy she survived the 74th and 75th Hunger Games. However, her execution makes me cry every time. She was my favorite tribute out of every single Hunger Games the Capitol had brought to us. Then again, if she were alive I wouldn't be able to have this opportunity, right?

I start a Hunger Games marathon, beginning with the 70th and ending with the 75th, the final Hunger Games until a new era of the Hunger Games was created. I'm about to begin the 74th, my favorite games! This may be the last time I got to watch it before tomorrow. However, I get very drowsy, and I soon fall asleep a little bit before the bloodbath ends.

I wake up in my bed; I guess my mother tucked me into sleep when I fell asleep. I rush downstairs to see everything cleaned up, and my mother sobbing. What have I done this time?

"Mom, what's wrong?" I say sadly.

"Jaida, listen to me." she says firmly. "Are you volunteering for the Hunger Games?"

How did she catch on? Well maybe I did make it obvious with the whole party thing and the movie night marathon.

"I'm sorry...." I say. She cries even more and wraps her arms around my hips. She then tries to convince me to not volunteer, but this is my only chance. I have to, and there is a chance I might come home!

"My mind is set." I tell her. "I'm volunteering." My mother stares at me; she knows she can't convince me otherwise.

"I wish you'd tell me sooner! There are so many things we need to discuss..."

"I didn't want to tell you because you would be miserable, if I volunteered at the reaping's without you knowing I wouldn't be talked out of it because it would be too late." Okay, so I'm not the best charmer with words, but whatever. "Now I must be going, the reaping's start in four hours!'

"That gives us plenty of time!" My mother retorts.

"I don't care, I want to be early." I walk out of the house, thinking of my mother's reaction to what I've just said, but my mind is clear. I'm volunteering. I take my car into the plaza; I guess I came too early because things are still being set up for the reaping's. I don't care; I just sit on a bench near the plaza, pondering on what I'll do during the games. My mind is wondering off until the reaping's finally set up. About time.... I think. I walk over to get my finger pricked. I'm the only one in line, since the reaping's don't start for three hours. The woman with the zapper looks at me weirdly, I have the creepiest smile on my face and I'm also the only one in line right now, I'm just so excited! She pricks my finger and I walk over to the girls section. There is no one on the stage yet, however there are a few Peacekeepers lurking around. After waiting for a while, the plaza fills and the escort walks onto stage. He has blue and pink shaggy hair as well as blue and pink eyes. His eye liner is as well blue and pink and his skin is a bright shade of red. I love his style!

"Hello citizens of the Capitol, I am Habacuc Mirza, and I am your very first escort for the Capitol!" He shouts into the microphone. "I'd like to welcome you all to the grand reopening of the Hunger Games and the very first reaping's taking place in the Capitol!" Everyone starts to applaud and Habacuc continues to speak

"Let's begin shall we? Ladies first!" He walks towards the girls reaping bowl and calls out the lucky winner. It doesn't matter, because I'll be taking her place. "Victoria Perlita!" He announces.

"I volunteer!" I shout. People start to applaud as I make my way up the stage.

"Lovely! What is your name, dear?" He asks

"My name is Jaida Lyubov and I will represent the female tribute from the Capitol in this year's Hunger Games!" I respond.

"Wonderful! Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a round of applause to our very first volunteer of the Capitol, Jaida Lyubov!" Everyone starts to applaud, I feel like I'm on top of the world. I look at my mother, who is still crying. I turn my head to my little sisters and they're doing the same. I feel really bad for not telling them, looking into my sisters eyes makes me know I did something wrong.

"Now for the boys!" Habacuc announces as he walks to the boys reaping bowl. "Kaeden Humphrey!" The audience politely applauds as Kaeden walks up to stage. I see something following him. It's a tracker jacker! I've never seen one up close!

"Aww, your tracker jacker is sooooo cute!" I say. The tracker jacker flies away from him and lands on my shoulder. "How did you get it to be friendly?" He just shrugs, as if it were no big deal. I wish I had a magical talent like that. We both shake hands as Habacuc announces our names to the crowd. The tracker jacker flies of my shoulder and goes back to Kaeden (Capitol) as we are taken into the Justice Building to await our visitors. As expected, my whole family comes in sobbing.

"Why didn't you tell us you were volunteering? Asks my sister, Aura.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you guys to feel bad." I reply

"We would've found out eventually! My other sister, Becca yells.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want to be talked out of participating. This is my life, and if I'm going to die, I'm dying doing the thing I love most." I reply

"This obsession is insane! What are you thinking? My father, Merrill retorts.

"I'm sorry; but it's too late now. I've already volunteered and I can't change my actions now." I say calmly.

"I'll hire someone to buy a time machine! We have the technology, I can do it!"

"Now you're just being silly."

"I'm the one being silly? You've just opened yourself up into a one way execution!"

"Well, yelling about the past won't do you anything. I promise I'll try my best to return home."

"Time's up." Says a Peacekeeper, he walks in and escorts my family out of the building. Aura looks back at me with desperation in her eyes and walks out of the door. Maybe this wasn't the brightest decision. I have no more visitors, so the Peacekeepers summon me and I am driven by car towards the train station. We are about to board until a Peacekeeper stops us.

"Stop. You can't bring a pet with you." A Peacekeeper informs Kaeden (Capitol). He tries to catch the tracker jacker, but instead the bee avoids him and stings him on the forehead. The Peacekeeper falls to the ground, I'm not too sure if he's dead or alive. The Peacekeeper is then dragged to first aid. After a lot of deliberating, no one dared to remove the tracker jacker from Kaeden (Capitol). The three of us board the train, although it will only take ten minutes to get there, it feels like an hour. I can't wait to get into the arena.

District 4 - Duncan Grier
“Good morning!” My mother, Marissa says with a smile. Don’t be fooled by this attitude, she’s usually more uptight than this. I’m surprised she’s in a good mood. “Do you know what day it is?”

“Not really…” I reply confused.

“It’s Reaping Day!” She beams. My heart sinks. Now I know why she’s in such a good mood. She wants me to volunteer for Reaping Day. I don’t, I’m actually sane. However, my mother has different plans for my brothers and I.

“Let’s get some last minute training before the big day!” She says excitedly.

“I just woke up… mom.” I say between yawns.

“I don’t care.” She snarls. “This is the last time you’ll be able to. You can eat on the train to the Capitol, now let’s go!” I sort of have no choice. My family drives to the training center where my parents force me and my younger brother, Blake, to train for the Hunger Games. Blake is lucky, he still have two years to live. Deandre, my other brother couldn’t be happier. Two years ago, he was forced to volunteer. Luckily, two other guys did too. One of them was chosen over him. I hope this is the case for me too, even if it does mean to be punished after, even if it wasn’t my fault.

“You’re not trying hard enough!” My dad, Bryce shouts from across the gym.

“I want to see you two sweating!” My mother yells. I give them a glare and get back to beheading a dummy. If I’m going to be forced to do this, I may as well try and learn something. I’ve already perfected this skill, yet I continue practicing it for a year. This will be my down fall; my parents are too blind to notice.

“The reaping’s are soon!” My dad yells. “You’ve accomplished nearly nothing!” Who’s to blame, dad? I wish I could learn something else, or do something I want to do. My mother’s watch starts to beep.

“Well that’s it for today. Come on guys, we’re going to the reaping’s!” I make my way to the change rooms and get the dress clothes I brought with me. We load into the car and we’re driven to the reaping’s, where my mother and father lecture me on what to do. We arrive to the reaping’s. Blake and I get our fingers pricked and we go to the boys section, filling into our age groups.

“Good luck.” Blake says before we separate. I don’t want to volunteer, but I’d probably get an even worse punishment. A punishment good enough to arrest for child abuse. The escort walks onto the stage and adjusts the microphone. The escort has long hair, although he’s a male. He has a long mustache and beard, almost like he’s never seen a barber. That can’t be true, because his hair is straight and even. His hair is all white, while his skin is a dark black. I know it’s not his natural hair or skin because he looks about 20 years old, his hair couldn’t be turning grey now. His eyes are blue, they look remotely unchanged. I can tell he hasn’t dyed his hair in a while, because I can see some blond hair growing in.

“Greetings to the residents of District 4! Welcome to the grand reopening of this year’s 1st annual Hunger Games! My name is Davin Emmett and I will be your escort until the next quell!” The crowd starts cheering; they seem pumped up for this year.

“Now, let’s get to the reaping’s! As usual, let’s start off with the girls.” Davin walks to the girls Reaping bowl and pulls out a slip.

“Adriana Sasithorn!” He yells

“I volunteer!” Screams about 5 other girls. Davin’s eyes monitor the volunteers and he point to one girl near the middle of the pack. The girl smiles and starts to walk up the stage.

“Let’s give a hand for District 4’s very first female volunteer! What’s your name?” He asks

“Danica Dee.” The girl says.

“Let’s give a round of applause for Danica Dee, the female tribute of District 4!” The crowd gives applause; I think I can see her parents. They’re clapping, but they don’t seem too thrilled about her volunteering. If I were their parents, I’d probably have a choice. I wish I was, and then I wouldn’t be in this position.

“Now for the boys!” Davin announces. I start to shake. I don’t want to volunteer, but I have no choice. I don’t want to die, but I’m going to die, soon. “Mangus Riley!” I have no choice.

“I volunteer!” I shout along with a few other guys. Davin looks around at the volunteers. Please don’t pick me. Please don’t pick me. Please don’t pick me. Please don’t pick me. Please don’t pick me.

“You!” He says, and he points to my direction. He picked me! I try to look happy, but it’s tough. If I were to rat out my parents, I’d be in even more trouble.

“What’s your name?” He asks me.

“Duncan Grier.” I struggle to put out.

“Ladies and Gentleman, let’s give a round of applause for the first male volunteer from District 4, Duncan Grier!” There is polite applause, but no one was applauding as much as my parents. They’re hooting, whistling and clapping. Danica (4) and I shake hands as we all go into the Justice Building. I am put in my room to wait for visitors. Not a surprise, my parents come in to visit me.

“That’s my son!” My father shouts, wrapping his arms around me. He’s only saying that because I got picked.

“I’m so happy for you!” My mother says, shedding a tear.

“If you’re going to win,” My father cuts in. “You’re going to have to make the right decisions.

My parents lecture me for the remainder of the period what and what not to do during the Hunger Games. Although it’s only 3 minutes, it feels like an hour.

“Times up.” Says a Peacekeeper, who escorts my parents out of here. Finally, I think. Deandre and Blake visit me after. I’m glad they’re here; they’re the only people I certain I love as a brother.

“I’m sorry this happened to you, if only you had the luck I did.” Deandre says, while frowning.

“I was hoping that you’d not make it.” My brother, Blake says between sniffles.

“Well it doesn’t help our parents make us apply for tesserae.” They do that so we’ll have a higher chance of getting picked. If we volunteer after, we automatically get the spot. All of us sit down in silence for a while, soaking up the last few moments we see each other.

“Times up.” Grunts another Peacekeeper, who drags my two brothers away. I get up and exit the Justice Building with Danica (4). We both aboard the train as we’re abducted to the Capitol.

“You’re going to LOVE the Capitol!” Davin says in excitement. “They have everything! Once we get there, the stylists will edit your horrible outfits!” The both of us glare at Davin in disgust. He’s one to talk.

“After,” He says between breaths. “You can do whatever you want. Just be prepared for the Group Training that will be later tomorrow. We’ve taken out the Chariots, so we’ll just skip right to Group Training!” That’s odd. I thought the Capitol loved the Chariots. Oh well, not like I would’ve wanted to do it anyway. Davin rambles about more things I couldn’t possible care less about while me and Danica (4) just stare at him. This is possibly the worst escort ever.

District 5 - Chrissie Seyong
I'm listening to the radio in my room, trying to make the best out of this gloomy day. Today is the reaping's, one of the worst times of the year. I try to make it my best, until it gets even worse. My mother, Shannon walks into my room.

"Hi, honey! We're going to have the Haydn's over tonight for dinner after the reaping's!" She says. I freeze. This isn't good news.

"Why? I hate Cyrus! I never liked him! Why do you keep on inviting his family over, it disgusts me!" I shout.

"Honey, you may not like him but the rest of our family does! Jermaine is a great friend of mine and you know that Vivian is very well Horace's best friend!"

"I don't care! Cyrus and I are not friends! This is unfair!"

"Well you just have to put up with it. They're over often as well as us going to their place. You're going to have to get used to it eventually. You and Cyrus have lots in common; maybe you two could become great friends!" I start laughing my head off. Cyrus and I? Friends? Never. We're bitter adversaries and that's how I like it. My mother walks out of the room to while I calm myself down. I still have lots of time until the reaping's, so I may as well enjoy the rest of the day. I walk out of the house and take a refreshing walk in a nearby park. The weather is always great here; it's one of the reasons why I do like District 5. I'm interrupted in my thoughts when I sense the presence of "Him".

"Hey, loser." Cyrus says. I hate him. What is he doing here?

"Leave. I'm trying to enjoy myself and you're ruining it." I say calmly

"That's exactly what I was doing! You can't tell me what to do, why don't you just run off and leave me in peace."

"Oh come on! Are you still jealous that I beat you in that race during Track and Field?"

"Tsk, jealous of you? No. I am faster than you! You just got lucky."

"Come on, admit it. You don't know the power I have."

"This is stupid! I'm leaving!" Cyrus storms out of here, for god sakes he argues about the silliest things. I storm off and return home. I enter my room and slam the door. Why does he always have to interfere with everything? The reaping's are soon, so I get ready in my best outfit and go to our family living room where my mother and brother are dressed up.

"Why do I have to attend, mom? Asks my brother, Horace.

"I've told you already, it's mandatory to show up at the reaping's." My mother answers, calmly.

"That's dumb!"

"There's no use in complaining, and this event is only once a year. Come on now, the reaping's are soon." It's funny, my mother is very mature, and her children are everything but that. Well, excluding me that is. The three of us walk to the plaza where the reaping's are. I get my finger pricked and I stand in the girls section. I see my friends, and start to talk to them until I'm interrupted when the escort walks onto stage. She has purple and black hair, with purple eye liner. We actually look a lot like each other, except I have red highlights while she has purple highlights.

"Welcome to the reaping's! I am your new escort, Dianna Noelle. I am happy to get District 5, I'm certain our winner is here!" She beams. She waits for applause, but as usual the crowd is silent. Dianna frowns and continues. "Well, I tried making this exciting. Anyway, time to announce our female tribute!" She walks over to the girls reaping bowl and picks out a slip. My names only on a couple of those slips because I don't take tesserae. However, that's the same with most of the other kids' eligible for the lottery, so I'm a bit nervous.

"Chrissie Seyong!" She announces. That's me. This can't be happening. I walk up the stage with an expressionless face; I can't show emotion now, at a time like this. I look at my mother and my brother. My brother is having a total melt down and my mother is trying to hide her emotions and calm him down. What really makes me mad is Cyrus. I move my eyes towards him and he's laughing his head off. I hate him. I try to hold back my tears as I plant my feet onto the stage.

"Now for the boys!" Dianna says. You can barely hear what she said over my brothers crying. She walks over to the boys reaping bowl and pulls out a slip.

"Cyrus Haydn!" Dianna shouts. Cyrus' victory dance turned into shock. I return the laughs to him as he walks onto stage. Isn't that karma for you? Cyrus' sister is now starting a melt down at the sight of him being drawn. I hate to see her cry; although I do hate Cyrus his sister is really nice. He is nothing like her.

"How exciting!" Dianna states.

"Put a sock in it." We both say simultaneously. We both glare at each other.

"Well we have some party-poppers here now don't we? I'd like to announce the tributes of District 5! Cyrus Haydn and Chrissie Seyong!" The crowd stays silent. Dianna tries to make us shake hands, but we don't dare. A group of Peacekeepers led me to the Justice Building. My family comes to visit immediately. My brother runs up to me and hugs me tightly.

"Please try and win. Will you? Pretty please?" My brother says between sniffles.

"I promise, I will try my best. I won't let you down." I reply. My mother is having trouble hiding her emotions. I can see it in her eyes.

"I'm sorry about this honey." She says. "This is my fault." I look at her.

"Of course is isn't your fault." I tell her. "You can't give up on me yet, I might come back you know." I say with a smile. She struggles to return the smile back.

"If I don't win, you're not to take any tesserae. Understood, Horance?" He may not be eligible for the Hunger Games now, but next year he is turning 12.

"Okay... just promise you'll not die. I can't imagine life without you. Will you try?" He asks.

"You have my word." I shed a tear. I can't fail him now.

"Time's up." A Peacekeeper announces.

"NO!" My brother shouts. He tries to resist but the Peacekeeper drags him away. This reminds me of Katniss' reaping's, well except I didn't volunteer for my brother. I am lead out of the Justice Building with Cyrus (5). We both enter the train. We both stare at each other for a while until Cyrus (5) speaks up.

"If anyone is going to kill you, it will be me." He states.

"You wish." I say.

"Now stop it, you guys. If you were to ally, it could mean the difference between life and death!" Our escort pipes in. Ally with him? Never. If I were to, I'd probably kill him in his sleep. We all remain silent for the rest of the train ride anticipating what could be our last days in Panem.

District 8 - Theo Clair
I creep through the forest floor, spying on my prey. There is a deer, sleeping near a little body of water. I throw my knife in its eye and it makes no sound. I run to retrieve my knife from the body and call it quits for today. It's the first deer I've seen this month, I'm glad I got a clear shot at it. I rush home to where I can see my mother knit on the porch, well at least my foster mother. Izzy's helped me communicate in sign language, though I can still hear it's a challenge to go through. I'm not too sure why I'm still hunting in the woods, anything could sneak up on me with ease and I most likely couldn't hear it.

The reason why I'm so hard of hearing is because of the accident. I used to live in District 13. However my parents abandoned me, I don't even remember what they look like. I made a living hunting in the forest and stealing from the wealthy in District 13. I guess I got careless one day because I lost the knife I hunt with. I couldn't remember where I left it, so I went to a factory to steal one. The factory was high security, so I was lucky to nearly escape. However a Peacekeeper caught me and took me in for torturing. During the process I lost most of my hearing in both ears, which was a pain. One day, I was able to escape with my life. There was a bounty under my name with a reward for my capture, but they'll never find me in District 13. I fled to District 8, hopefully far enough so they won't catch me. No one recognized me in District 8, so that was good. I was quickly adopted by Izzy who is now my foster mother. Her daughter, Esther helped me learn sign language so we could all communicate better. We now all get along well and everything is fine.

I enter the house until my mom stops me.

"I have a gift for you." She starts making motions with her hands with a smile. Since I can't hear very well, she speaks in sign language to me. I'll tell you what she says as if I were speaking to her. She hands be a black and white scarf. Although it was handmade, it was high quality for a scarf in District 8.

"Wow, thanks!" I reply. I put it around my neck, it's a perfect fit and it matches my shirt. I think I'll wear this to the reaping's today. My new family is defiantly a lot more generous than my old family back in District 13. I wonder what happened to them.

"By the way, the reaping's are soon! You should get ready."

"I will!" I run up the stairs and get dressed. I return back to the front porch where my sister and mother are ready.

"You look great." Says my sister, Esther, with a smile. She is also using sign language, since she is deaf.

"Thanks, you do too." I reply back. I'm so happy to have the family I have now. Maybe it was a sign of being tortured; it gave me a chance to relive a new life. I walk to the plaza with my sister and mother. I get my finger zapped while we all go to our respective sections. I look over to my mother and sister and they look back and smile. Everything is going to be fine. On que, the escort comes on stage and speaks into the microphone. Nothing about him looks like he was from the Capitol. He looked remarkably wealthy. He was wearing a dress shirt topped with a tie along with jeans. Maybe this escort won't be totally horrible. I can't hear a thing what he says. I wish I wasn't so hard in hearing. The crowd is applauding a bit; he must be making it quick for us unlike most inconsiderate escorts. He walks to the girls reaping bowl and speaks into the microphone. I can't hear him, but I can hear a girl crying. If I can hear it, she must be in a lot of pain. She walks up to stage and the escort consoles her. Eventually, she's able to hold back her emotions and he walks over to the boys reaping bowl. He announces the name and I wait for a boy to walk up, but no one steps up. Another boy, standing next to me nudges me and I start to have a bad feeling. I look over to my sister and shrug. My mother tells my sister what happened and she tells me.

"You were reaped as the District 8 male." My sister says. My heart sinks. Everything good that's happened to me in District 8 tumbled. I remember in District 13, we didn't need to worry about being reaped. Though, because of a new era in the games they are being reaped. I walk up the stage. The escort is talking to me, but I can't hear a word he's saying. My mother shouts all the way from her section that I can hear her.

"He can't hear very well." She says. The escort looks in shock. He is talking to my mother about something, and then he turns to a Peacekeeper. He then announces to the microphone. I'm assuming he's introducing us one last time. Then the Peacekeeper starts talking in sign language.

"Shake her hand." He says. Phew, at least I'll have somewhat a voice in these games. I shake the female tribute counterpart of me and we are both escorted to the Justice Building. My mother and sister come to console me. They continue to tell me what to do during these games. However, they aren't given very long because I delayed the reaping's since I couldn't hear. The Peacekeeper summons my family and they exit the room. Before leaving, my sister tells me something.

"Good luck" she says in sign language. I want to return to my family. They care about me so much; life was just so great with them. I exit the Justice Building and I'm following a Peacekeeper to the train station. The Peacekeeper starts talking to me.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He says using hand movements. Oh no. I recognize him, very well. He is the Peacekeeper that caught me robbing from that knife factory. I shake my head no.

"You look very familiar, like a thief I caught in my old district I used to be in." he states. No doubt about it, it's him. We board the train station and the District 8 female starts talking, though I can't understand what she's saying. I turn to the Peacekeeper for help and he translates for me.

"My name is Reba Malandra." He says. That must be the girl's name. The escort starts talking, and the Peacekeeper translates for him too.

"And my name is Johovanh Gerhard. I will be helping you two in these games." I suddenly feel a bit of hope. Maybe I can go hope after all. Me, Reba (8) and Johovanh start discussing battle strategies with the aid of the Peacekeeper for the whole train ride. As long as this Peacekeeper doesn't know who I really am, I can get on his good side.

District 9 - Grant Denver
I’m just about to close the shop, the last customer exits with two rabbits as I lock the doors. I live by myself in a two room house. I’ve converted one of the rooms into my own little meat shack where I make my living. I don’t have enough experience at the age of 17, but I have to make a living somehow. I enter my other room, which is used for my own personal space. I look out my window, where I have a clear view of the plaza. Oh no, they’re setting up for the reaping’s. I’ve forgotten all about them and I still haven’t done my daily chores. Oh well, I’ll do some of them now and the rest after. I make my way through a hole in the electric fence and go to my snares. I’m happy to see I’ve made the best progress yet. I have 6 rabbits and a deer stuck in my snares. I couldn’t have hoped for better, I take the animals out of my snares and cook them over a fire. I take off the skins of the animals and what I have left is high quality meat. I put the meat into stock for my shop and the skins will make a good dinner for later.

I’m running out of time and I have so many things to do, but I have to get ready for the reaping’s. I fill a tub with water from the nearby lake and try to get all the dirt under my skin. I don’t have much nice clothes to put on that are any nicer than the ones I’m wearing right now. I don’t go for high quality, since a simple t-shirt can do the job just as well. I then store the meat in containers. I then make my way to the reaping’s, but along the way, I decide to stop somewhere.

I make a turn from the plaza and walk towards the graveyard. Here, is where my grandmother is buried. You see, I used to live with her for a while. Just recently, she died of an old age. Just 3 years ago, she died. However it feels like it was just yesterday. I stare at her grave and her name carved into a tombstone. I sit down and try to remember the days where my grandmother was around. I reach to touch the tombstone when I experience a flashback. I can’t make out what’s happening, but I see two shadowy figures making off into a house. Those two figures come out with objects in their hands. All of a sudden, more figures emerge from different street corners. The two figures start to run into a forest and I hear a woman’s shriek. Back to reality, I stare there in shock. What just happened? I don’t think in any way they could have related to my grandmother. My grandfather died before I was born. I’ve never met my parents, my grandmother never liked to talk about it. I start to think. Those two figures could’ve been them. What were they doing? As if on cue, the reaping bell chimes. The reaping’s are now. Oh well, I have lots of time to think after. I make my way to get my finger pricked and go to the boy’s section. A few Peacekeepers are looking at me suspiciously. This happens every year, in fact every time I see one. Why target me? It’s like I’ve done some sort of crime. ''Crime…. ''Could’ve those two figures been thieves? That explains the objects. My thoughts are interrupted by the escort. Her skin is a dark red. She dyed her hair green. Her hair matches her eyeliner color. The only thing that seems unchanged is her eyes, which is a bold black. I’m not too sure if she’s supposed to look like a human watermelon.

“Hello everyone! Welcome to the reaping’s. I am Muna Eleonora and I will be your escort.” She says between breaths. “Let’s get started and choose our female tribute!” She walks over to the reaping bowl and knocks it over. The glass shatters on the ground.

“Ahh!” She shrieks. “I’m sorry.” The Peacekeepers are picking up the broken shards while she picks up a slip that landed next to her.

“Rowanne Tamora.” She speaks into the microphone. A girl breaks down in tears; I look in terror to see a twelve year old girl walk up the stage, still sobbing. She probably only has one slip, yet she is drawn. I guess it was just unfortunate, if Muna didn’t drop the bowl she probably wouldn’t have gotten picked.

“And now for the boys!” She says. She walks over to the boys reaping bowl and trips over some wire connected to a speaker. Her shoe brings the wire up, as well as the stand and the bowl falls on her. The slips flutter in the air and fall over the crowd, the majority on Rowanne (9). Wow, this escort is extremely clumsy, dropping two bowls in one reaping. Well, at least the second bowl didn’t break. She picks up a slip and starts to read it.

“Emily… no wait that’s a girl.” She says, blushing. She bends down and picks up another slip, tossing it again. “That’s a girl too…” She informs us. This is the most hilarious reaping’s ever. She finally picks one up and smiles.

“Ahh, here we go.” She clears her throat and announces the name “Grant Denver.” She finally says. Wait a second… that’s me. I walk up the stage, and take my place next to Rowanne (9). This is terrible. Why couldn’t she just pick Emily? I wouldn’t care if there were two female tributes as long as I wasn’t one!

“Here are our two tributes from District 10… err I mean 9. Rowanne Tamora and Grant Denver. Sorry about the little incident, I’m sure everything will go fine next year!” She announces. Rowanne (9) is staring at the ground. I reach for a handshake, and she hesitates to lift her hand up. After, we are both lead into the Justice Building, where I await visitors. I’m happy to get one; a familiar customer comes through the door.

“I’m sorry you got reaped. At least you didn’t follow your parent’s footsteps.” He says. I look at him confused.

“What do you mean?” I ask. He returns the look to me.

“Did you not hear about your parent’s death?

“No, I surprisingly haven’t. My grandmother never liked talking about her children.”

“Well that’s not a surprise, they were horrible crocks.” He clears his throat and begins to tell a story. “While you were still a toddler, your parents were criminals. You lived with your grandmother because she thought they were a bad influence. They robbed my cousin’s house, and he quickly informed a Peacekeeper. They quickly fled to the forest, but instead of being arrested they ran into a ferocious mutt. The mutt killed them both, so the Peacekeepers were never able to return the items they stole.” I look at him in shock. That explains the flashback, but how would I remember it? Maybe my grandmother was sending me a signal, because she didn’t want to die without me knowing. Ugh, what am I saying, that’s just silly.

“I never knew that…” I whisper.

“Times up.” A Peacekeeper informs us.

The man gets up and exits the building along with me. I had no other visitors. Me and Rowanne (9) go to the train station where we both board the train. Rowanne is silent the whole way, looking down at her feet not saying a word. Muna is talking to the both of us about how to survive, since we don’t have a mentor. However, I’m not listening. After the reaping’s, I doubt anything she’s saying is useful. Rowanne (9) isn’t listening either. She seems really shy; this must be a horrible position for her to be in. We both sit there in silence while Muna continuously talks about what will happen next.

District 10 - Tatianna "Tania" Sapphire
I'm walking on the streets of District 10, its still dark out but the sun is dawning, I hope to get to my house as soon as possible before the sun comes out. As I walk pass each dwelling, residents close their shutters and doors upon seeing my presence. I have a cold relationship with District 10 and I plan to keep it that way. I don't care what they think; I don't care what anyone thinks. I finally make it to my house along the path until I feel a strange feeling upon entering the house. The house has an empty feeling, like my parents are missing. Me and my parents have a bad relationship too, similar to about every other person in Panem. However, they're always around the house especially during this time of day. I don't want to go outside and look for them during the day. I walk to my bedroom and stare out my window where I can see about everything on my street and what's happening. That's when I notice it.

I can read it from here. I know what it says.

"For rent..." I say out loud. Those idiots. Trying to abandon me again! That won't do. You see, my parents are weirded out by me when I'm around them. I'd expect that, but they've tried to abandon me more than once. They've never been able to run away from me forever. I walk out the door and sprint to the nearest tree. I want to spend little time in the bright dawn as possible. I climb up there and have enough time to see my mother and father walking along the street with groceries in their hands. I jump out of the tree and sprint to the nearest ally. I grip onto the worn out walls until I hear something.

"Psstt." Says a voice. I look up to see a girl staring out from her bedroom window. She waves at me and I look at her strangely. Huh? This is the nicest treatment I've actually ever gotten. It feels very bizarre and abnormal... I don't know how to respond. I look back at where my parents were walking, ignoring the girl. I see them walk to the very end of the street, where a house, a brand new one in fact was just built. It's not luxury and expensive like the house's in Victors Village, but it's the best you could get in District 10. Those snobs, my parents thought they could abandon me. It's too late for that. I sprint to the house and enter the back door. I walk to the front door and wait for them to open the door. I press my ear against the door; I can hear my parents talking.

"Thank god we finally left her. I thought she would've followed us again!" Sometimes I wonder why I don't just give up now and live on the streets.

"I thought she'd be at the front door at midnight, but she wasn't here! What a relief" Because I was at the cemetery, moron. What makes me mad is I don't even disrespect my parents. They judged me for my look, and so does every other person in this town. I wasn't always this silent; I might've been social or made conversation with other people my age if they didn't judge me. The main reason that really creeps people out is my eyes, they are white. The pupil blends in with my eye and it makes me look like a zombie.

"Well, let's go pack these groceries and go to the reaping's." My mother opens the front door and sees me. I stare into her eyes and she lets out a shriek. She drops the groceries and startles my father. He runs to the front door to aid her and notices me to the realization I had followed them both.

"Ugh, what are we going to do with this girl?" He says. "I give up. I'll pick up the groceries." He picks up the groceries and puts them on shelves, since we can't afford a refrigerator. My mother walks to her bedroom and lies down because of the headache I caused her. I hate them. All I really did was stare at them and that was enough to put them into eternal shock. I walked to a spare bedroom; my parents didn't consider it my room because they didn't know I'd follow them. I walk into my bedroom and stare out the window. Believe it or not, this is how I show sadness, which I pretty much always am. I don't want to show emotion, it's a sign of weakness. Although, I really do hate having to do this, but they leave me no choice. Although everyone dislikes me, the actual closest relationship I have is with my parents. Well besides that girl I just met 5 minutes ago, she was pretty nice. Though, I'll probably never see her again. My thoughts are startled when I hear the reaping bell. I'm late! Oh god. I sprint out of the house with my mother and father trailing behind, and I make it to the reaping's just in time. There is still a line to get your finger pricked, because there are so many kids eligible in the lottery. I stand in the back of the line and clear my throat. Immediately, everyone starts clearing the way until there is a clear path towards the stand. I didn't even mean for this to happen, but oh well. I walk to the lady with the zapper and she pricks my finger. When I go over to the girls section, the girls in my age group back away from me. Well, at least I get personal space, I guess. The escort walks onto stage and she clears her throat. Although she is a girl, she has a buzz cut. Her skin is completely white and she has black eyeliner and lipstick. This is probably the worst style from the Capitol I have ever seen.

“Welcome, residents of District 10! I’d like to welcome you to the reaping’s! My name is Gwendoline Dulce and I will be your escort! I am so happy I got District 10, and I hope you all feel the same!” She says with a smile. Ugh, I already hate her. “Time for the girls!” She shouts. She walks over to the girls reaping bowl and pulls out a slip. She unfolds it and reads the name. “Tatianna Sapphire!” I’m speechless. I barely even went to school for the past 3 years. I guess they held my name for a while. I walk up the stage while Gwendoline encourages me. I want to kill her right now.

“Congratulations!” She exclaims. “Now it’s time to choose the lucky winner from the boys!” I glance over to my mother and father. They have the biggest grin on their faces. You know, I was just about to call it quits, but now this encourages me to come back. They don’t know what I do at the graveyard; I’m pretty talented with a scythe.

“Duane Lőrinc!” She announces into the microphone. A boy I’ve never seen before walks up to the stage. He must be new here, I feel a bit bad for him. A little bit. Although, he isn’t showing any emotion. He seems similar to me. Maybe we could get along.

“Let’s give a round of applause to our District 10 tributes, Tatianna Sapphire and Duane Lőrinc!” She shouts. “Common you two, shake hands!” Duane (10) reaches for a handshake, but I glare at him. Looking into my eyes he immediately pulls back his hand and turns away. I don’t like being touched. A group of Peacekeepers conduct us towards the Justice Building. A Peacekeeper leads me to a room where I sit. He was planning to guard me, but I stare at him. He immediately leaves, I want to be alone. Especially at a time like this. Besides, no one will visit me. To my surprise, someone actually does. I recognize her very well.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” She says. It’s that girl that waved at me from the window. I try to stare at her, but it’s not working.

“People may be a little uncomfortable around you, but I’m not.” She says. Wow. “Oh sorry, I didn’t tell you my name. My name is Eva Miroslava. I just moved here, when I realized how poorly people treated you, I felt really terrible for you. I just want to let you know that if you weren’t reaped, you’d have a friend here.” She says calmly with a smile. “If you make it back from the Hunger Games, you’ll have someone you can call a friend. Again, I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“Time’s up.” Grunts a Peacekeeper. Eva gets up and walks out of the door.

“Best of wishes.” She says before she exits. I’m speechless. A tear runs down my check. I’m crying, this hasn’t happened before. It feels weird. I’m happy that she said that though, all this time I’ve been waiting for a friend, and it happened. Although, I’m sad that it happened when I got reaped. I’m even more determined to make it back, for Eva. I exit the Justice Building, me and Duane board the train. Duane enters his quarters and he doesn’t seem to want to leave. My escort, Gwendoline was here for a while, but now she’s gone too. I wish Eva was still here. She made me feel good about myself. Now she’s gone, and I may never see her again.

District 12 - Savannah Storm
I wake up at the dawn of the day and let out a big groan. I push off of my old bed, or should I say mattress and stare at the photo of my family. I’ve never met my mother, and I still don’t know what she looks like. She’s not in the photo, but my father is, but he is long gone too. It was years ago, but I still wake up every morning screaming for him to run. It was the exact same explosion which killed Katniss’ father too. I wish she’d never died, and then these games wouldn’t cease to exist. The Hunger Games before her, my brother was sadly reaped too. I don’t know how I’m surviving, but I’m glad my brother taught me a trick or two in getting food, and since I’m only supplying for myself I’m not exactly starving. However, if I don’t want to starve I have to go and get food now. Ugh, this is a pain. I sneak into the woods when the Peacekeepers aren’t looking, although I don’t think they care, and get to work. I brought the book, or should I say sheets of paper listed with a ton of plant. I’ve recognized nearly every single plant in this book, but I’d be getting even more if I brought it. Besides, I can’t exactly hunt my way out of this. I am able to work with basic snares, but I’ve not caught anything. Not because they’re bad, but because wire isn’t cheap, and you can’t exactly recycle a snare all the time.

The reaping bell chimes, although this time signaling an hour before the big day, I look at my progress. Three buckets of edible plants. Well it looks like I’m having salad again. I’d trade these but absolutely nobody wants any of these, because most of the morons out there don’t know they’re edible. Maybe if they used their brains to know I’ve had nothing but salad for the last crappy years, they’d get a hint. Well, not like I expected anything more from District 12. I drag the buckets back home and set it on the table. I take some water and use it to wash the plants and set it down on a table I take some edible berries and grind about half of it into a sauce which I’ll pour onto the salad as salad dressing later. I pile the rest of the berries into the salad and start mixing into plant until another reaping bell echoes into the house. Uh oh, I’m late… like I care. I’m late every year. The reaping’s aren’t that long, so I’ll just eat when I get home. I walk towards the plaza and make my way to the lady with the zapper. No point to dress to impress, because let’s face it; most of the district can’t afford it. Once I am pricked, I make my way to the girls section and stand in my age category. The escort then walks up to the stage, thank god they replaced Effie Trinket, but this new one looks a lot like her. Same puffy Afro, just it’s a blend of purples and yellows. She wears the skimpy dress Effie always wears and her skin is a light shade of purple. Her eyes are bright yellow. Is she like her sister or something?

“Hello, District 12! My name is Heilwig Trinket and I will be your escort!” She beams. Well, I was right about the sibling’s thing. “I’m glad I have District 12, and I’m sure you guys feel the same!” She’s also as confused and dimwitted like her.

“Well, let’s start off with the girls!” She says as she skips over to the girls Reaping bowl. She takes out a slip and unfolds it. She pauses to read the name and holds it up high. I can feel sweat coming down my forehead, the tension is driving me crazy. I needed tesserae, but I only need it for me so it hasn’t added up too much. Though I can tell you, the grain isn’t worth it. It doesn’t last for a year and I need to stick to crappy salad for a few months and I’m getting sick of it. Though, I need it to survive, I have no choice. I’m shaking now, she won’t say the name. Hurry up!

“Savannah Storm!” I stand still for a second. Me? This can’t be happening. First my brother and now me. I look to my side and look at a girl. I push her to the pathway to the stage to make it seem like it was her. Although, the Peacekeepers are smart, four of them pick me up and lift me towards the stage. They drop me and I look up awkwardly to the crowd.

“Well, we’ve got ourselves a clever one this year, now don’t we?” Heilwig says, obviously a little annoyed by me. Is she going to be a manner critic too?

“Anyway, without further ado, let’s draw a name from the boys Reaping bowl” She sings as she prances to the boys Reaping bowl. Once again, she unfolds it and holds it up high and takes a long pause before she announces the name. All of District 12 is staring at her; I really don’t know what this is achieving. Surprisingly, she is more clueless and dumb then Effie.

“Ashton Yiennas” She finally says. An older boy emerges from his spot and walks towards the stage. I recognize him; he healed me when I foolishly tried to untangle an alive animal from my snare, who was enraged. Yeah, it’s pretty pathetic but I was still learning snares! I probably would’ve healed eventually, but Ashton was certain I could be killed by that wild animal eventually. Some disease called Rabies. I don’t know what that is. Though, he healed me and the scar on my leg was completely gone in a few days. District 12 is going to have a big impact with him gone.

“Phew! This one didn’t put up a fight.” She says, glaring at me. I want to punch her. We are both then escorted to the Justice Building where I sit in a room and wait. Not like I have any visitors, but I’m sure Ashton does, and tons. It seems like hours, and I just sit here and wait. What am I going to do? I know I can’t win, I mean I’m not strong and I have no experience with ranged weapons. The best weapon I can think of right now is a piece of wire. Actually, I also have snares. Unlike that year where I got injured by that animal in a snare, I’m now really good at it. If I get my hands on some wire, I will get some food in the arena, if there is food. I may not be getting lots of money at the Hob, but I do get some from my edible plants every now and then. Maybe I can do this. A Peacekeeper opens the door and leads me to the train station. Ashton, Heilwig, and I all board the train and the train takes off. It will take a full day to get to the Capitol, though I don’t mind. More time to think. I really have nothing else to do, so I decide to enrage the escort. I remember something Katniss did on the train, stabbing a knife between Haymitch’s fingers. I take a knife and stab it into the table.

“That is MOHOGANY!” Heilwig shouts at me. Are Effie and her twins or something? Could that really just Effie dressed up in a totally different outfit and disguise? That’s exactly the same thing Effie had said to Katniss. I laugh in my head as Heilwig lectures me about manners; the next few weeks will be interesting.

Sponsoring
How sponsoring works:

Each user is given sponsoring money, $500 to be exact. The money could be more if you get your bet right in the last games. Normally, you'd sponsor their own tribute, but since no one except me has tributes in these games, users can handpick tributes to sponser. If you want your bet to be correct, sponsoring will help a lot! You are allowed to sponsor at least 5 tributes. In my future games, you will be able to enter as many as you want, but a maximum of two will be chosen by me depending on how detailed they are. You will automatically sponser your tribute(s) and you are also allowed to use the remainder of your space to sponser other tributes. Wikia Contributors will be allowed to sponser if they do enter a tribute, but they will not be allowed to sposnor other tributes besides the tributes they enter.

For example, if I made Cyrus Haydn (5) and Jaida Lyubov (Capitol), those two tributes would automatically be on my sponsoring list. If I wanted to sponser Rowanne Tamora (9) as well, I would type in the comments "I will sponsor Rowanne Tamora." I would receive $500 to sponser Chrissie with, and maybe even more if I got my bet right in the previous games. Pretty easy, right?

There is no time sponsering will be closed, however you'd probably want to sponser before the games start, that's when you can bet and earn some money.

You CAN sponsor people in the games, if you haven't sponsered anyone already.

You CAN change tributes to sponsor anytime you want. However, you can NOT swap it from your main tribute.

You can NOT swap tributes if the tribute is dead.

Example:

Danica Dee (4) is my tribute but I want to sponser Delilah Lexus (13). I cannot swap Danica (4) with Delilah (13) while the games are proceeding.

Brair Chausiksu (11) is not my tribute, but I'm sponsering her. I want to sponser Emory Indigo (2) instead. I can swap Brair (11) with Emory (2) while the games are proceeding.

Reba Malandra (8) isn't my tribute, but she just died. I want to sponser Olivia Winter (1) instead. I cannot swap Reba (8) with Olivia (1) while the game is proceeding.
 * Red means this tribute died.


 * Green means this tribute is still alive.


 * Blue means this tribute won.

Betting
How betting works:

In the comments, you will comment before the games who you think the top 5 tributes will be. They have to die in the exact same order in order for you to get your guess right. You cannot be a Wikia Contributor to bet, the reason why is because I can't prove your identity, someone else could steal your reward if your bet is accurate! However, if you do have an account and you're not logged in just sign your name at the bottom of your comment.

Anyway, comment saying who you think will place 1st-5th. The tributes have to die in the same place in order for your guess to be right. You can guess any tribute, it doesn't matter.

For example, if I were to guess that..

Camellia Cyrellia (7) placed 5th

Savannah Storm (12) placed 4th

Chrissie Seyong (5) placed 3rd

Tatianna "Tania" Sapphire (10) placed 2nd

and Kaeden Humphrey (Capitol) placed 1st...

They would have to die/win in the top 5 to get money. If they're place is accurate, you get more.

For example, Camellia Cyrellia (7) places 5th, Kaeden Humphrey (Capitol) placed 4th and Tatianna "Tania" Sapphie (10) places 2nd in the Hunger Games, I would get an award. In the next games, you get sponsoring money for each tribute in the top 5 you guess right and more points if they die/win in the place you put them in. If a tribute ranks a different place in the top 5, I get $50. If a tribute places my accurate bet, I get $100. Since I guessed two tributes into their accurate placing I get $200 in sponsoring money, since I guessed one tribute would place the top 5, I get another $50 for a total of $250. Simple enough, right?

Betting WILL be closed once the games officially start, but once I set training scores you will have a good idea of what could happen. Also, the interviews will hopefully give you enough time otherwise.

You can change your bets anytime you want, though once the games first start you're not allowed to change. Though, if they haven't, you can change anytime you want.
 * Red means this tribute did not make the top 5.


 * Green means this tribute placed in the top 5.


 * Blue means this tribute died/won in that place.


 * No color means this tribute's rank is currently unknown