User blog:Angry birds12/The End Games

Angry birds12 here bring you my final games (Hence the name)!!! I want to go out with a bang so I'm going to write the reapings, private training sessions and interviews. A twist will also be included plus double the tributes; 48 of them! I hope to make these the best games I ever wrote so updates will be low in quanity but will have plenty of quality.

Tribute Submition Requirements
I do not have a particular form that I want everyone to use but please make sure your tribute isn't like this:

Name- John smith

Age: 16

Weapon: Sword

Skills: Strong, fast, cool, weapons.

History: Really popular, rich.

Personality: Cool

I have gotten tributes like that in the past. I want at least 2 sentences for history, skills, personality. If you give me a tribute with not enoguh information they will die on Day 1 or Day 2 with little to no writting focused on them.

As some of you may know I'm a big Career fan and I think to have a good games you need a good villian! Please don't be afraid to enter some mean tributes. Although I don't want all 48 tributes to be evil...

Tributes
You may submit up to 4 tributes; 2 males and 2 females!!!

Since there are no more female spots; you may enter up to 4 males! :)

'''NO MORE CAREER TRIBUTES UNLESS THEY ARE FROM 1, 2 AND 4!!!! I now have way too many...''' Bold = Career Tribute

Twist
A family in District 2 quickly huddle in their living room as the father flips on the television. All year they've been waiting to hear the Quarter Quell's twist.

Suddenly President Snow IV appears on a stage surrounding by cheering Capitolites. He hushes the crowd and beins to speak.

"Welcome one and all to the reading of the card!" A young girl in a white dress carries a old wooden box over to the President. He opens the box and pulls out a yellowing envelope with the words, 100th, written on it in black ink. As he opens the envelope he reminds everyone of the past Quarter Quells.

"On the twenty-fith anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that families were torn apart because of their choice to fight, realatives between the ages of 12 and 18 were reaped and forced to fight each other ina one on one round before procedding to the arena."

A breif clip is shown as a young boy sobs over his dead sister's body. The Capitol audience cheers.

The crowd quiets and he continues,"On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that the outer Districts suffered the most deaths in the war, Districts 10, 11 and 12 had to send three times the normal amounts of tributes."

Some of the older people remember those games, the Gamemakers rigged it so that a Career still won.

"On the seventy-fith anniversary, as a reminder that even the strongest rebels could not defeat the Capitol, previous victors were reaped."

He removes the piece of paper from the envelope and opens it.

"As a reminder that war lasted for three years, the tributes sent will go through three rounds, the first having four arenas, the second having three and the last having one. And to fullfil lthis Quell we will be requiring each District to send twice as many tributes."

The anthem plays and the screen goes dark.

What that means:
Since those two sentences can confuse most people I will better explain the twist. Forty-eight tributes will be repaed and split up randomly into four groups, each group (Each will have 12) will be sent into one of the four arenas untill only six of the twelve remain. The reamining twenty-four tributes will be split into groups of eight adn each group will be sent to another arena and they will fight untill four of the orgininal remain. The final twelve will all go to the final arena untill only one is left.

Sponsoring
Each Tribute will start out with the basic amount, $400, tributes can earn more money depending on what there training score is. A 12 will give them $120, a 11 $110, a 10 $100 and so worth untill 1 which gives them a $10. Another way to earn sponsor money is killing, for each kill a tribute gets earns them a sweet $50. Everyday they survive gives them a additional $10. Money decreases occur for all tributes once they advance to the next arena. Lets say tribute John smith had $400 when he moved on the the second round of arenas, his money would split in half and become $200 automaticly. The final ways to earn sponsor money is by answering trivia questiosn I give out, gambling on who will die next and being the 100th, 200th, etc person to comment.

Sponsor items:
Weaponary-

Sword- $100

Spear- $90


 * Spear Head- $50

Bow and arrow (12 arrows)- $95


 * Additonal 6 arrows- $70

Twelve throwing knives- $90

Six throwing knives- $50

Basic knife (Dull)- $20

Basic Knife (Sharp)- $25

Hatchet- $35

Double-sided war axe- &100

Mace- $110

Flail- $60

Sythe- $75

Trident- $95

Blow Gun with six darts- $55

Whip- $65

Machete- $90

Steel Claws- $80

Grenade (1 in stock)- $550

Food and Water-

Water Bottle (Empty)- $10


 * With Iodine- + $15

Full water bottle- $40

Energy Powder (To be added to water)- $5

Beef Jerky- $50

Bread- $35


 * Basket of Bread- $65

Crackers- $40

Dried Fruit (Prevents from spoiling)- $50

Fruit (Will spoil after two days)- $30 each

Capitol Feast (Feeds tribute for 3-4 days)- $100

Medicine

Burn Onitmint- $150

Mild Pain Killer- $75

Stomach Calmer- $90

Storng Pain Killer- $100

Sleep Syrup- $60

Disinfectant- $60

Bandages- $55

Capitol Medicine- Cost varies on type.

Survival Gear-

Sleeping Bag- $90

Tent- $150

Jacket- $80

Cooking Tools (Pot, pan and tongs)- $75

Matches- $90

Lighter- $100

Etc

Wire- $70

Net- $80

'''PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M MISSING ANYTHING IMPORTANT!!!! :)'''

Prologue
TBA

Reapings
In every home across the Capitol, families huddle around their television, excited to catch a glimpse of this year's tributes. They all have questions; ''What will they look like? How strong will they be? How many voulnteers? But most ask prehaps the most important question of all; Who looks like a victor?''

District 1
The camera pans across the crowed city square as District 1’s escort prepares to begin the Reapings. Instead of the many eager faces, belonging to the one’s hoping to volunteer this year are replaced by slightly nervous, even frightened looks. The Quarter Quell has frightened off many tributes, even the ones who have trained their entire lives from volunteering. The slim, green haired escort approaches the microphone on the stage and taps it twice to gain the crowd’s attention.

“Greetings one and all to District 1’s 100th reaping!” she says cheerfully. “Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!”

The escort goes over the bowl with the female’s slips her hand inside and everyone draws in a collective breath.

“Danielle Anners!” She reads.

The camera zooms in on the 15 year old girl’s section as the crowd parts for Danielle to make her way to the stage. Her blue eyes dart around, trying to take everything in as she climbs the steps towards the escort.

“Do we have any volunteers?” The escort calls out.

No one responds. A few girls shift uncomfortably, as if trying to decide to risk it and join the quell. The escort adjusts her bright blue hat before continuing.

“I guess not... Now for our next female tribute.”

Her hand goes into the girl’s bowl and pulls out another slip from deep inside.

“Kourtney Rodrigez.”

Many girls sigh in relief but one, from the fourteen year olds section, gasps in shock. Kourtney manages to keep a smooth, confident face as she reaches the platform.

Again, no one volunteers.

“Now for our boys. And I hope they are more eager then the girls...” the escort mumbles, hoping for some excitement this year.

“Blade Johnson!” She calls out, deciding to skip the dramatics and get right to it. Blade barely makes it up the steps when a lone voice rings out in the silent square.

“I volunteer!”

A strong built, eight-teen year old boy runs up to the stage and pushes Blade out of the way.

“Finally! District 1 needed a volunteer,” The escort says while clapping her hands.

“My name is Ryder Amondy, your future victor!” Ryder says into the microphone. Most of the crowd claps but others worry for this tribute’s safety.

With a little more gusto this time, the escort pulls out the last slip from District 1.

“Mike Grace!” She bellows.

Before the camera even gets the chance to find Mike in the crowd., another boy races through the crowd, yelling, ”I volunteer!”

He jumps up onto the stage and the escort hands him the microphone.

“State your name please,” She orders.

“Excalibur Rose.”

Many people in the crowd gasp. The last name Rose strikes pain into many hearts of families across the Districts. A mere two Hunger games ago Excalibur’s younger brother, Excel, entered the 98th Hunger Games and won after killing every other tribute in the final 6. The camera pans over to the seats where the victors sit. Excel smiles, eager to watch his older brother in the games.

The four tributes disappear into the Justice Building and the scene changes to District 2. Many Capitol citizens fly to their phones, already planning on betting on Excalibur Rose.

District 2
The quell deterred the citizens of District 1 but, District 2 is unaffected by the news. In fact, the kids here may be even more excited about volunteering because of the Quarter Quell. More risk, more danger, more excitement. And most of all, the extreme bragging rights of winning Quell. Yes, indeed the boy and girls here are nearly jumping up in down in anticipation.

District 2's escort, decked out in a grey suit covered in rocks, begins to speak.

"Hello District 2! I know you're very excited so let's go straight to the reapings!"

He reaches into the girl's bowl and pulls out a slip. Many of the kids cross their fingers, no one wants to be reaped. But not for the reasons many of the other District's kids. Here it's almost a one-hundred percent chance someone will volunteer.

"Crystal Shine!” He calls out. Crystal curses her luck and is about to step forward when someone yells out, ”I volunteer!”. Crystal growls in rage but does nothing else.

The owner of the voice, Tarelia, strides down the isle straight towards the platform. Her blond hair flows in the wind, her bright blue eyes sparkle and her hips sway slightly as she walks. Many of the guys in the crowd sigh, knowing that this piece of eye candy might die in the games.

Tarelia says her name into the microphone and sits down. The escort smiles and pulls the second slip from the girl’s bowl.

“Saffron Ventura!”

In the crowd Saffron’s older brother, Troy Ventura, gasps. “That’s my sister going up there,” he thinks to himself as he watches Saffron nervously reaches the stage. Troy relaxes though, knowing someone will volunteer soon.

“Any volunteers?” The escort asks. A minute passes, and no one responds. “I guess not..”

Now Troy begins to panic, knowing his sister can come back in tow ways; a victor, or in a body bag.

“Nick Star,” the escort says.

“I volunteer!"

“I VOLUNTEER!”

“NO I VOLUNTEER!!!”

Several voices ring out and several boys make a beeline for the stage. One pulls another back by his hair and soon a scuffle breaks out. Multiple Peacekeepers reaches the group while another boy sneaks around the fight and makes his way to the stage.

The fight stops all together when all the boys look directly at Earl Zironovic, who has just announced his name into the microphone. Many of the guys scream curses at him, which causes Earl to burst into laughter.

The escort smiles and his hand barely enters the boy’s bowl for the second time when someone volunteers.

Troy Saffron ignores the many complaints shouted into the air as he gets onto the stage, says his name into the microphone, and hugs his sobbing sister.

“What a dramatic en...” The escort is even at a loss for words just before it cuts to District 3.

District 3
The City Square is so overcrowded that the seven-teen and eight-teen year old sections are forced over into the grimy streets leading to the square. The escort wipes a bit of sweat off her forehead with her rain bow colored handkerchief (that matches her dress) before addressing the large crowd.

“Greetings District 3! I hope you are all excited for this year’s reaping for the Quarter Quell!” The escort babbles. She begins to clap but stops when she realizes no one else is. Hoping to get the event over with and get out of the heat, the escort grabs two female slips at once and heads over to the microphone.

“This year’s female tributes are; Colbie Sparks and Ingrid Frost!”

The first to reach the main isle is a nervous looking Ingrid, who begins to bite her nails as she reaches the stage. Next is Colbie, who simply skips with a bit of a smile down the isle, and up onto the platform.

“Would either of you want to say anything?” the escort asks them, hoping for some excitement this year.

Ingrid just shakes her head a little but Colbie grabs the microphone in glee.

“I wonder how long it would take for you to burn to death?”

The escort stares at her, opened mouth, in horror before snatching the microphone back.

“The nerve...” The escort mumbles to herself as she reaches into the boy’s bowl.

“Norman Dalista and Elliot Helios.”

Ingrid sprints from the stage and a few peacekeepers follow in pursuit before realizing what’s she’s doing. She runs to a blind boy, Norman, who is struggling to find his way to the stage.

“Ingrid? Is that you?” He asks her.

“Yes Norman...” She responds.

“So I guess we were both reaped...”

“Yep.”

Ingrid helps Norman up the steps and turns so she can take a look at Elliot. Elliot casually makes his way to the stage, hands stuck in his pockets.

“You to have anything to say?” the escort asks.

“Nope...” Norman says simply.

Meanwhile Elliot stares at her in confusion for a moment before saying to himself.

“If you insist.”

Suddenly Elliot’s hand comes out of his pocket, clutching a simple butter knife. He pulls the escort towards him by pulling her arm, and rams the knife into her eye.

The screen immediately changes to District 4.

District 4
The camera pans over the bright blue ocean, the pristine, white, sandy beaches and finally the beautiful city square. Stucco buildings with bright red roofs reminds everyone of old Spanish villas. Much like District 1, the kids here are discouraged from volunteering, although some are undeterred by the news.

The escort, wearing a bright blue wig and a seashell studded dress, smiles and waves at the crowd as the walks over to the microphone.

“Alright District 4! Let’s begin this year’s exciting reapings!”

She trots over the girls bowl and draws a slip.

“Halo Zee!”

The tall, strong, looking eight-teen year old girl emerges from the eight-teen year old section and marches to the stage. She gives off a slight air of superiority and doesn’t even bother to look at anyone as she reaches the stage.

Most people aren’t surprised when no one volunteers.

The escort pulls out another slip.

“And our final female tribute is, Amanda Steiner!”

Amanda goes up to the stage and a lone voices echoes through out the city square.

“I volunteer!”

A girl with gold steaks in her hair walks over to the stage. She reaches the microphone and speaks her name into it.

“Coral Feirn!”

Much like the last name Rose, the last name Feirn brings bad memories to many families. Coral’s family has had not one, but two victors. Her mother and older brother both claim the crown.

Coral sits down next to Halo, and the two already shot daggers at each other with their eyes.

The escort draws a slip from the boy’s bowl and read it out loud.

“Thomas Quince!”

A strong built fifteen year old slowly walks down the isle, remembering how his older brother dies in the games last year. Wondering if he’ll have the same fate.

Thomas somberly sits down by Halo and Coral. The escort looks at him questionly before getting the next, and final, slip.

“Wes Quince!”

Many members of the audience gasp, knowing that two siblings are going into the same games. Wes quickly runs up to the stage and embraces his brother.

The camera holds on the two before switching to District 5.

District 5
District 5’s city square is surrounding by grimy power plants, still pumping out electricity for the Capitol. The children here are normally depressed, forced to work long hours at the unloading docks, carrying heavy boxes of coal from District 12. It does have it’s advantages though, the kids who have enough to eat are generally pretty muscular, giving them a better chance in the games.

The short escort sighs and begins to speak.

“Hello everyone. It’s time to begin the reapings...” He says rather half-heartedly.

He pulls both of the girls slips out and reads the names with a glum face.

“Celste Ryder and Chelsea Wood.”

A young, small, girl slowly steps out from the twelve year old section and begins to cry. On the outside she seems distraught at being reaped but, on the inside, she’s already planning her wicked strategy.

Chelsea and Celste both make it to the stage when the escort asks, ”Any volunteers?”.

A sobbing girl sprints up the isle screaming that she volunteers.

“Ilum-- Ilum-- Illuminate Sen-- Sensorium,” She chokes between sobs. The escort couldn’t really care less about Illuminate’s feelings and pushes her into a chair and draws the boy’s slips.

“Alex Pizzel and Mark Vein.”

The heavy lifted really shows up in Alex, he has a muscular build and a somewhat confident stride.

Mark is approaching the stage when someone else volunteers. Everyone shivers when they look at the owner of the voice, Adron Phelan. His parents may deny it but, Alex has killed several people. Many of District 5’s citizens are happy to see him go.

Adron pushes Mark aside and reaches the stage. Even District 5’s three victors step away from Adron.

The four tributes enter the Justice Building and the screen changes to District 6.

District 6
The somewhat empty city square is shown. About ten years ago a strange disease revenged this District, it killed many and left the survivors unfertile. The most crowed areas are the sixteen to eighteen year old sections. The twelve to fourteen is nearly empty. Many people in the square wear surgeon masks while the escort wears a bio-contamination suit. She nervously sprays some Lysol onto the microphone before speaking.

“Well District 6. I’m in a hurry to leave so I can get a full check up from my doctor so let’s get this over with.”

She grabs the two slips sitting on the top and reads them.

“Milly Clatch and Nadia Coleman.”

Milly cautiously makes her way down the isle when Nadia suddenly pushes her onto the ground.

“Get out of my way loser.” Nadia snaps.

Milly slowly gets back onto her feet and reaches the stage.

The escort has already drawn the boy’s slips and reads them.

“River Rhodes and Vile Sirun.”

A cry of anguish comes from the girls section, River’s girlfriend, Sutton, begins to cry. River attempts to go and comfort her but two Peacekeepers grab him by the arms and pull him back.

Meanwhile over in the section holding inmates from the District prison, a peacekeeper takes Vile’s cuffs off and drags him over to the platform. Vile smiles as the escort sprays more Lysol.

With the reapings half-way done, it switches to a small new room with Caesar Flickerman and the Hunger Games’ announcer, Lisp Martan begin talking about the tributes.

District 7
The vast forests of District 7 are shown before changing to the city square Pieces of wood litter the area and many of the children not wearing shoes have nasty cuts on their feet. The air smells like a mix of pine trees and mulch and the sky is a bright blue. Most of the kids wear the clothes they wear to work because as soon as the reaping is over work starts again. Wood is in a high demand.

The escort begins to speak about how excited he is to be here before going over to the girl's bowl and drawing two slips.

"Maple Tree and Vanessa Woods!"

Maple approaches the stage with a face most tributes reaped from this District don't have, one filled with determination. Vanessa on the other hand looks like a total wreck, that is, until she hears the magic words.

“I volunteer!”

Aurora Septune radiates confidence as she makes her way to the stage, she still retains her tan from District 4 and her brown hair waves in the wind. She smirks as she catches many of the guys sneaking looks at her.

Aurora says her name into the microphone and secretly passes a one-hundred dollar bill to the escort. As the escort puts his hand into the boy’s bowl, he slips a fake slip out of his coat sleeve. He reads the first one,” Matty DeWell.”

The timid twelve year old slowly goes up to the stage, trying not to cry.

Aurora smiles, knowing whose name is next.

“Travis Greenstone!”

A young, thirteen year old boy begins walking down the isle. Meanwhile Travis’ older brother, Trent, is franticly trying to find a way to save his little brother from his ex.

“I volunteer!”

Trent sprints down the isle and steps in front of his shocked younger brother. Trent says his name into the microphone and sits next to Aurora, whose already planning how to kill him.

District 8
A smoggy sky hangs over the depressed District 8, out of all of the Districts, District 8 has the least amount of victors. Out of one hundred years, only one of District 8’s tributes has ever won. That lone victor has been dead for many years so the tributes are mentored by their stylists and escort.

The escort skips the formalities and grabs a slip from the girl’s bowls.

“Kathy Davis!”

Before Kathy even makes it to the isle someone screams out, “I volunteer!”

A girl with a light brown streak in her hair struts her way to the stage and says her name.

“Dymentia Lights!”

Dymentia smiles at her older brother before sitting down.

The escort draws another slip from the girl’s bowl.

“Alita Oakley.”

A beautiful girl emerges from the ground and walks down the main isle with a blank expression on her face.

“I love you!”

“Marry me!”

Many boys scream her name and proclaim their love to her as she reaches the stage. Altia still keeps her normal expression and doesn’t even respond to the love stricken boys.

The escort looks curiously at Alita briefly before drawing a boy’s slip.

“Zil Tow!”

A young looking boy begins his walk down the isle, trying to ignore the many jeers thrown at him.

“I bet you’ll die during the chariot rides!”

“I hate you!”

“You little piece of--”

Zil begins to cry a little bit as he reaches the stage. The escort doesn’t even give Zil a look of pity and snatches the next slip.

“Hector Jayred!”

Hector calmly walks up to the stage and gives a reassuring smile to his District partners. Zil smiles, Alita doesn’t react and Dymentia scoffs. District 8 certainly has an interesting batch this year.

District 9
The vast, golden grain fields of District 9 flashes across the screen. The escort wears a hat covered in pieces of wheat and she smiles and waves at the glum crowd. District 9 doesn't have too many victors, and it's tributes certainly the most skilled. Their not the weakest District but, they're not the strongest either.

Prism Winters already sits in one of the tribute chairs, last year when her games were at the final five, something went wrong. The arena erupted into a fiery inferno, the force field destroyed, the vegetation wiped away, the tributes burned. The Capitol healed the tributes and told them they were going to go into the next games.

Prism was the only one who didn’t kill themselves.

The escort keeps that somewhat synthetic smile plastered on her face as she grabs a single slip from the girl’s bowl.

“Azalea Firethorn!”

A girl with bright red hair is escorted down the main isle. She shivers slightly, but doesn’t seem as scared as most tributes from the district are.

Prism smirks at Azalea, immediately marking her as a easy target. Azalea chooses the seat furthest away from Prism, remembering all the tributes she killed last year.

The escort grabs two slips from the boy’s bowl and reads them aloud, smile long gone.

“Seann Gress and Miles West!”

Both of the boys reach the isle and Seann begins sobbing, knowing he will most likely die. Miles isn’t holding up well either and several tears roll down his cheeks.

“I volunteer!”

Derek Reed shoves Miles out of the way and nervously goes over to the stage.

The escort’s smile is back on her face and she pushes Derek over to the microphone.

“Derek Reed...”

Many of the kids from Derek’s orphanage begin to laugh and mock him. They all snicker about how he’s going to die on day 1, etc.

Derek sits with the others and Prism looks at them all in contempt. She scoffs at Seann’s tears, rolls her eyes at Derek’s story about being bullied at the orphanage and laughs when Azalea says she has a broken wrist.

What Prism doesn’t know is. She’s just made three new enemies, and one of them wants revenge.

District 10
Thousands of cattle, pigs and sheep graze off of the many acres in District. Sadly the city square is instead surrounded by dozens of meat processing factories. The result; a nasty stench of raw meat chokes the air. The escort is so disgusted she pinches her nose and breaths through her mouth.

"Let the reapings begin!" Her voice comes through funny since her nose is shut.

She quickly pulls two girl slips out and reads them aloud.

“Sirenna Frost and Maria Moo!”

Sirenna looks down at her feet, trying to make herself unnoticed (Which is nearly impossible since about ten cameras are aimed directly at her) as she slowly creeps over to the stage. Maria lets out a heavy sigh and walks over to the platform.

“What interesting tributes this year...” The escort says not-so-believably.

She snatches two boy’s slips.

“Talon Faust and Jackson Horn!”

“YES!!!”

A ecstatic voice yells out in glee.

“That’s my boy!!!”

Talon glares back at his cheering father and marches over to the stage.

Jackson tries to keep a cheery expression as he reaches the stage, “Don’t worry Maria, it could be worse!”

Maria rolls her eyes and Jackson takes a seat next to Talon.

District 10 got a strange batch of tributes this year; A Goth, a girl who eats grass, a boy who wants to be a Career and a positive kid.

District 11
A huge peach orchard, a rice and potato field. These few places in District 11 are shown before the decaying, old City Square is shown. The crowd swarms between the boarded up windows, vines climbing up buildings and “No Trespassing” signs as they await the reapings.

“Greetings District 11!” The brand new escort yells out.

She has a bit of zest in her voice and a small spring in her step. Something that most escorts have long lost in the disappointing years.

She eagerly draws two slips from the girl’s bowl and her hands shake with excitement as she opens them.

“Bayleaf Magnolia and Summer Fest!”

Everyone looks in worry and Bayleaf, she’s very small and even a tribute much younger then her could take her down. Bayleaf reaches the stage first and before Summer can get there, someone yells out, “I volunteer!”

Harlow Ammolite confidently strolls up to the stage. Bayleaf slides to the chair farthest away from Harlow. The peacekeeper reports may have been filed as “Accidents” but everyone knows Harlow is a cold-blooded killer.

“Now for the boys!” the escort giggles in glee.

She pulls out two slips and reads them in delight.

“JJJ Schmidt and Dynames Ryle!”

JJJ confidently strolls up to the platform, winking at several girls.

He goes to the microphone and says, “Float like a mockingjay, sting like a tracker jacker!”

Much of the reaping crowd burst into laughter and JJJ starts to moonwalk. No one pays much attention to Dynames, but he doesn’t care though. He knows he’s the best sure-shot in Panem.

The scene switches to District 12. Many of the Capitol citizens take a moment to wipe the tears from their eyes, most of them still snickering over JJJ.

District 12
Trifle Trinket, District 12’s escort stand impatiently at the stage. She hates being last in the reapings. She’s had to be in this, “Run down, sorry excuse for a District,” all day. All Trifle Trinket wants to do is go home.

“Let’s get this over wit--- I mean started!”

She grabs two slips and reads them out loud.

“Stacey Conrad and Ann Read!”

Both girls nod at each other. They’ve meet before while hunting and both want to ally. Stacey looks back at her mom. brother and grandparents, all of them are crying. Stacey tightens her fist, knowing she has to win. Ann Read has no family to look back at, none the less, she stills knows she has to be victor.

Both girls have barely touched the stage when the escort calls out the two boy’s names.

“Hudson Rylie and Gary Woods!”

The boys don’t have the determination the girls did. Gary says nothing and slowly comes forward. Hudson struggles to hold back tears. Gary’s parents begin to sob while Hudson’s friends worry for his safety.

The reapings have ended. The fan favorites in the Capitol so far are; Excalibur Rose and Coral Feirn for their relatives being victors, Saffron and Troy for being siblings and Prism for being a tribute for the second time.

(Fast forward in time)

The Chariots rides have ended. And Training is about to begin. Who will shine and who will fall flat on their face (literally). Only time will tell as 48 tributes prepare for the fight of their lives. ==First Day of Training      == Illuminate Sensorium

Today it finally sank in. I didn't volunteer to eat fancy foods and dress u[ in stunning outfits. I came to fight to the death. I'm in a group with forty-seven other people. And only one comes out. But the again, what did I have to live for? The library and all of the books inside are now ashes, and there's nothing I can do about it. It's better that I'm here then there.

I enter the elevator to head down to the training center with my District partners. They're an interesting bunch. Celeste is nice, sweet, but, there seems to be something a little... Off about her. Alex is a loner, he's expressed that very loudly without saying a word. He's basically ignoring all of us and only speaking to our escort, mentors and stylists. Adron he's, well crazy. All he ever talks about is cutting off our heads and he gives us death threats.

The elevator stops and we exit. All the other tributes have gathered in the center of the room. I gulp, about half the girls and almost all the boys are bigger then me. My District partners and I reach the center the others and the head trainer, Atlas, begins to speak.

“While I do recommend learning weapon skills and agility courses, do not ignore the survival skills.”

He begins to speak about how many of us will die from natural causes, dehydration, starvation, etc. Atlas dismisses us and everyone goes to find a station. The Careers all head over to the weapons area so I, hoping to avoid them, go over to the edible bugs.

I’m already an expert in the subject, the library back in 5 had several books on bugs. The training instructor at this station seems stunned as I wiz through the course.

“Wanna ally?”

My head wipes around towards the voice, wanting to know who it is.     

Trent Greenstone    

 My District partners and I, excluding Aurora, who's off with the Careers, gather around the edible plant section. Us three have bonded pretty well since the reapings and all agree Aurora is a horrible person.

"Wow Maple, you really know your plants," Matty compliments.

"Thanks," Maple responds.

And Maple is good with plants, she speeds through the course, shocking the instructor. Matty and I do O.K. and we move on to knot tying.

"What do you losers think you're gonna do? Tie everyone to death?"

I turn around, already knowing who's going to be standing behind me. Aurora glares at me, eyes full of hatred. Behind her stands one of the District 4 females, Coral. Coral snickers mischievously like any queen bee's follower should and sneers at us.

"While you two have no skills what so ever. Maple has some real potential. On the Career's behalf, I'm giving you a invite to our group. What do 'ya say Maple?"

I look at Maple, her eyes dart around, she gulps not sure what to do. She takes a deep breath and responds quickly, and quietly.

"I would never join you and your egotistic 'friends'."

Aurora seems taken aback for a moment, but she quickly regains her composure.

"Your loss. Let's go Coral. By the way Trent, I can't wait to see you die!"

Aurora and Coral walk off and I turn to Maple.

"Why didn't you join them?"

Maple smiles and says, "Because I'm already in an alliance. With you guys."

Matty smiles and high fives Maple. I nod, my alliance may not be much but, it's all I've got to face Aurora.<span id="cke_bm_49E" style="display: none;">