User blog:ViniciusDeAssis1999/The 223rd Hunger Games

Hi guys, I am bringing you another Games made by me. I finished my Super Games, but somethings have to be paused for a while, specially the HG Wiki Film. My District Games/Another Quell now is Slapping Squirrels'. Any doubt about this, you have to send a note to her.

I hope you enjoy and warning: I will be a little boring in the sign-ups.

Intro
After the 222nd Hunger Games and victor of District 1, the Gamemakers are still hunger for blood and they want more. The 223rd Hunger Games is open!

Rules

 * I will allow just two (or three) tributes per user.
 * I will say, replying, if the tribute is accepted or rejected.
 * These Games will be very big with the Pre-Games part. I will do reapings, group training, personal training and interviews.
 * Follow the tribute template, please!
 * Don't cuss or fight with the other users.
 * I want really weaknesses in the tributes, I hate when a tribute have a weakness: Loves dance and children mind. You can say that he isn't smart or clever.

Template
Name:

District:

Gender:

Age:

Personality:

Backstory: (Optional) (You can make if you want, but I can make it too)

Appearance: (You have to create a lunaii) (Or you can write the description and I will make the lunaii)

Weapon: (Just 1 or 2)

Strenghts: (Just 2)

Weaknesses: (Just 2)

Fear: (Just 1)

Reaped or Volunteered:

Interview Angle:

Token: (Optional)

Allies: (Optional) (Can be selected later)

Tribute Chart
NOTE: WC 1 is CloveJohanna and WC 2 is Finnick7161999

Sponsors
Each one will start with $500 for each tribute.

Weapons

 * Sword: 100
 * Knife: 50
 * Throwing Knives (x10): 100
 * Spear: 110
 * Mace: 85
 * Axe: 95
 * Throwing Axes (x4): 110
 * Bow And Arrow (x18): 100
 * Trident: 125
 * Rocks (x12): 25
 * Blowgun And Darts (x12): 75
 * Machete: 90
 * Rocks [for slingshot]: 25

Food

 * Bread: 40
 * Fruits 1 (Apple, banana, orange, pear): 100
 * Fruits 2 (Strawberry, papaya, melon, peach): 100
 * Dried Meat: 100
 * Raw Beef: 80
 * Complete Refection: 200

Medicine

 * Burn Cream: 95
 * Freeze Cream: 90
 * Bandages: 80
 * Pain Killer: 115
 * Antidote (for poison): 95
 * Band Aid (x10): 80
 * Sleep Spray: 95

Others

 * Water (2 canteens): 150
 * Iodine: 65
 * Sleeping Bag: 190
 * Net: 50
 * Wire: 75
 * Night-vision Glasses: 250
 * Blanket: 160
 * Snowshoes: 100
 * Map of Arena: 600
 * Tribute Localizator: 700
 * Backpack: Small (110); Medium (200); Large (425)
 * Plastic piece: 40
 * Rope: 70
 * Empty Backpack: 70

Careers
Colossal Atlas (1), Barcelona Fox (1), Max Eclipse (2), Thyra Sarin (2), Jason Oceanwater (4), Maysilee Abadeer (4), Marina Aquatics (6), Creek Mooris (7), Marshall Abadeer (13), Kira Tempora (Cap) [pending]

District 10 alliance
Maverick West (10), Betsy Collins (10)

District 11 and 12 alliance
Shade Macabee (11), Shiya Avier (12)

District 9 and 11 alliance
Harry Sparrow (9), Aleyen Meyer (11)

Twist
The only twist of these Games will be four new extra-tributes. There will be from random districts. The districts are: 2, 6, 8 and 12. It have to be filled out until the end of the reapings, if they aren't filled, I will fill them myself.

NOTE: An extra tribute counts as a normal tribute in the sponsor list.

District 1 - Barcelona Fox's POV
I wake up silently and I stand up, searching for some good clothes to use today. Today is the big day, the reaping day. ''Can I volunteer? Obviously I can. But my mother, my father and my two sisters. Okay, I will not volunteer. I need to stay with my family. ''I thought. As I look through my clothes, looking for a beautiful dress, I hear a scream. My younger sister, Fasini, enters in my bedroom and she embraces me. I embrace her and I ask what is going on. Fasini says that she is afraid. She can be reaped, I embrace her again as I feel her tears falling in my shoulder. My mother enters in my bedroom and she grabs Fasini by the arms. I whisper: “Goodbye” and she blinks at my direction.

I wear a pink and bright dress that I found on my closet. I get down the stairs and my mother says that Gregory is waiting for me on the sidewalk. I say goodbye to everyone while I open the white door of my house. I clean my hair one last time and I call for Gregory. He appears, wearing a big blue suit, and I freeze.

“Why are you using this suit, Gregory? You hate these clothes.” I say. He looks at me one time and says without a second thought: “And, you… Why are you using this beautiful dress? You hate these clothes.”

I smile, answering: “In number one, I wear what I want. In number two, I LOVE these clothes, they are from the Capitol.” I say smiling. He nods and starts to walk in the street. I run behind him, we are going to the square.

As we enter in the square, our friend Zana jumps in our direction, but Gregory grabs her in the arms. “Aren’t you excited, guys? Today is our chance to show Panem who we are. I am so excited for this reaping. I heard something about the Capitol’s food. They say that their food is amazing. Seems like a… edible diamond.” I smile, embracing her and putting her hair in a ponytail.

We say good luck to Gregory and we start to walk towards the part of the square written: ‘Reserved for 15-years old girls.’ and Zana asks me if I want to make an agreement. I move my head positively and she extends her hand.

“We will promise that no one, neither the Capitol will break down our friendship. Are you alright?” She asks. I raise my head, looking to her beautiful blonde hair reflecting the sun. “Sure, my friend. Sure.”

Our escort this year is a crazy guy wearing a long a purple suit with a silver make-up. He is fast, without saying a single word. He just says: “Welcome, district 1. Today we will pick our lucky tributes of the 223rd Hunger Games! Good luck to everyone.” A big crystalline ball enters in the stage and a strange white boy is shaking and giving the escort a new portable microphone. The escort, first, grabs a name in the girl’s reaping ball. ''Please, is not me. Can’t be me. ''But my words can’t change this fact. I was reaped!

My feelings and my memories are confusing my mind as I walk to the stage, breathing every second like a crazy for oxygen. My legs are reaching the stage when the escort comes and grabs my hand. He looks at me, scared and gently he speaks: “Relax, little girl. I will help you with this crowd and with the Capitol.” I smile and he hugs me quickly. Then, he goes to the center of the stage to call the boy.

“And the lucky boy who will represent District 1 is…” A little pause happens and a lot of breathings are heard. “Maxw…” The escort starts to pronounce a name, but a brave boy screams from the crowd: “I volunteer!”

He runs onto the stage and when he enters in the stage, the escort calls him to the microphone. “My name is Colossal Atlas and I am the district 1 male tribute in the 223rdHunger Games!”

After this, my escort takes us to the train. Let’s start the train ride!

After our reaping, an extra-tribute was reaped with us.

District 2 - Thyra Sarin's POV
Someone is knocking on the door and I wake up with this loud noise. I scream: ‘Stop’, but the person is still knocking the door with strength. I walk towards the door, but in the way I grab my white dress and my lucky brown jacket. As I open the door, I start to see six angry eyes looking at me with a serious look. I freeze myself while I open slowly and my mother, my father and my aunt begins to enter in my room.

“So… can I sleep now?” I ask. They are looking with an angry look and my fear begins to rise.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I heard that you will volunteer this year.” My mother yells. I move my head to the right and I see the digital calendar showing the words: ‘Today is the great day. The reapings are coming.’ Oh my god, I forgot. Today is the reaping day! “Yes, mom. I will volunteer! Why are you so worried with this fact? You won your Games!” I shout, answering her question. She and my aunt begin to laugh while I remember their Games. My mother winning her games with sixteen years. In my mind, the scene where my mom kills her district partner using a brick repeats every time that I close my eyes. My aunt won a Hunger Game too, but it was very annoying.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Our little girl is growing.” My aunt says and my dad closes his face. I look at him and slowly, he begins to be calm and relaxed.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“So… Good luck, darling! Excuse me, because I have to go to the Peacekeepers’ reunion. I will see you later. After the Reapings.” He says. I smile at his face and he laughs back. He hugs me and whispers in my ear: “Don’t tell it to your mother, but I never liked your idea to volunteer. But I will trust you, because you are the only person in the world that I can believe.”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Thanks, dad.” I reply. “I will miss you.”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I get out my bedroom with my aunt at my side. I wear my white dress and my lucky jacket. “I have sure that you will win. I cannot bet, but if I could…” My aunt says. “I will bet on you!”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I eat my breakfast and I get out my house, calling for my best friend, Jaysen. He gets down the stairs of his house and he walks with me on the street. In the way, we begin to chat about the Games.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“So, Jaysen… You will volunteer this year?” I ask. He looks at me and begins to laugh really loud.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Are you kidding with my face? I can’t volunteer; I have a family to sustain.” He replies. “Goodbye, my friend. I will see you again when you back.” He says and I embrace him. “Bye!” I answer.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I walk towards the part of the square written ‘Reserved for 17-years old girls.’ and no one approaches me. Why!? I don’t know, but I don’t care. The important thing is the reaping.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The escort enters in the stage holding a little red microphone and begins to talk in the microphone: “Welcome, welcome! Today we will select the district two’s tributes in the 223rdHunger Games. The lucky girl and the lucky boy who will represent our great district! I am so excited.” She crosses the stage and grabs a name inside a big crystalline reaping ball. She backs to the center of the stage, speaking at the microphone: “First, the ladies. The lucky girl who will represent our district is…” I breathe many times. “Vania…” The shout begins to grow in my stomach and it hits my mouth:

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I volunteer!” The escort laughs and I run towards the stage. The escort grabs me by the arm and I say in her microphone: “My name is Thyra Sarin! And I will represent District 2!” The escort laughs again.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The escort backs to the center to say the boy’s name. She crosses the stage again to grab a name inside the reaping ball and she opens the paper, slowly. “And our lucky guy who will represent and be the district partner of Thyra is…” “I volunteer!” A voice from the crowd shouts and a boy with dark hair and no shirt walks to the stage. When he enters in the stage, the escort asks what his name is. “Max Eclipse! My name is Max Eclipse!”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He extends his hand and I shake it. He holds my hand and the escort takes us to the train.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">District 3 - Breeze Wire's POV
<span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">“Let’s waking, little boy. Your breakfast is waiting for you.” My little robot yells.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I move my head slowly to his direction and my eyes are paralyzed by the sun hitting my window. As I open my eyes again, I see my robot spinning his metal head like a crazy. I get up to see the problem and I realize something wrong. I wear the first clothe that I see in my personal closet, I have to show to all Panem that district 3 can be beautiful and well-dressed.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Breeze! Breeze!” A feminine voice screams and I swing my head looking for someone, but no one appears. I scream back, asking who it is. I live alone with my father and he has no feminine voice. “Breeze, I’m back” Oh my god. I freeze at this moment. My mother is back!

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I get down the stairs running and I feel a pair of hands embracing me with strength and my body starts to relax in these arms. When we stop, I look at her face. A pink make-up covering her old pretty face with silver eyebrows and big lips painted in a shiny red. I go back, scaring her face and she starts to laugh.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“What is wrong with your face, mom?” I ask. She looks back and her cellphone starts to ring. She rejects and tells me to hide myself in any place. “What is going on, mom? Tell me, I am your son.” I shout at her. She starts to cry, hiding me in a big and black suitcase that we have at home. I grip inside the suitcase, trying to hear what my mother will do.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Suddenly, someone knocks on the door and my mom will meet, opening the door slowly. I open the zipper of the bag and I see two Peacekeepers invade the house, grabbing my mom by the arms and they start to drag her to the street. I freeze myself. In one side, I want to go help my mother with these guys. But in another side, I'm afraid to face those two Peacekeepers. They can kill me and my mother. The only thing I hear is: “What are you doing here? Hiding? The President Ivana will be crazy if someone tell her that you were hiding in this house.” As she screams, I get out the suitcase and I start to follow the Peacekeepers and her. I am walking slowly while they are dragging her quickly. After ten minutes of walk, I start to run to reach my mother, but I can’t My legs start to be tired. And in my front, I see: ‘District 3 Square’. The Reaping!

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">With this situation with my mother, I forgot completely about the reaping, the worst day in the year. As I start to walk to my section with other 17-years old boys, I see a girl talking about the escort and she says that the escort tried to escape. I move my mind, looking for a person with a crazy style this morning and the only person that I remember is my mother.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Then, the escort enters in the stage and shouts to everyone: “Hello, District 3!” I look at her, and I almost fall over my legs. The escort is my mother!

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I freeze for many minutes until a boy pushes me, bringing me to the reality. My mother is crossing the stage to grab the girl’s name and I realize that she is almost crying. I breathe again, and she backs to the microphone. Saying in a loud voice: “The lucky girl who will represent our district in the 223rdHunger Games is…” Poor mom. She hates reapings, and now she is an escort. How she became an escort? I don’t have any idea, the only thing that I know is: She is the escort this year. “Enera Summers!” A 14-year girl with a light brown hair walks to the stage slowly.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Now are the boys. It can’t be me. My mother saying my name to everybody in Panem. This is absurd. “And the lucky boy who will be the district partner of Enera is…” It can’t be me. It is almost impossible. “Breeze Wi… wi… wire.” She says and I look to the stage. She is shaking with the wet hands. I raise my head and I walk to the stage. When I met her, she embraces me with strength. I look at her and she whispers: “You will win it for me. For us.” And I close my eyes.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">District 4 - Jason Oceanwater's POV
<span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">I wake up and I feel the wet sand breaking up in my hands. I open my eyes and the bright sun makes my eyes go red. My fingers are reaching a body on the ground, but I can’t see who it is. Slowly, I am opening my eyes a black hair shining while the sunlight reflects in her beautiful and deep brown eyes. As I lay my head on the sand, a thought crosses my mind. I am on the beach! I get up looking to all sides and I realize that twenty young people are lying on the sand of the beach, calm. And I remember the ‘Party on Beach’ that happens yesterday. Damn! I forgot to back home.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Jason! Jason! Come here, I want to show something to you!” screams my friend Nathan. I look at him and I run in his direction. When I found him, he points out to a mast with an announcement in it. I approach it, and my eyes start to hurt with these italic letters.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Hello District 4, 

''<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">This year’s reaping will be in a wonderful place. Go to the district’s square and you will see some instructions. Good luck! ''

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I look at Nathan’s face and I realize that he is confused with this announcement. But I can’t judge him, I am very confused too! He looks at me and changes off the topic.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“So… Who is that girl?” He smiles at me. And I move my head side-to-side. He points to the girl that I saw when I woke up. I search on my mind her name, but I can’t find anything. I look at her beautiful face lying on the soft sand, but I really can’t remember.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I can’t remember, Nathan. I am with amnesia. I think.” I say. He looks to her again and moves his head in my direction.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“You are crazy. You are the only person who sleeps with a beautiful girl and don’t remember her name in the next day.” He says smiling. I have to agree with his quote.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Let’s walking, Jason. I hate to be the last person in the Reaping.” He says. And I move my head positively. He backs to the beach and he grabs a black backpack on the ground. He gives me a t-shirt and I realize that I am with my underwear. Just my underwear. I wear this clothe and he points to the street. I start the long walk towards the square with him.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When we arrive at the district square, some peoples are chatting in low voices. I ask to Nathan what they are commenting and he replies something about the crazy announcement that we saw near the beach. Three girls are looking at me, with fixed eyes on my body. I smile at them and they start to scream like crazy chicks. Nathan smiles and he tells me ‘Goodbye’. I ask if he will volunteers, and he says no. He asks me back, the same question. I look at the ground, but I say a confident ‘Yes!’ Yes, I will volunteer.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">As I walk to the section of the 14-years old boys, I look a glass wall surrounding the square. Suddenly, my feet’s begin to shake and I get down quickly. The underground starts to appear and the dirty sand appears on my side. The girls are screaming and I can see Nathan in my front laughing like a crazy. Well, this is really cool!

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When we arrive at a strange place, the water begins to appear at our sides. The pink escort enters in the stage, a little crazy and dizzy, and begins to say something about ‘submarine’ and a lot of applauses are heard. This is the first time that the reaping is in the underwater, and this is really awesome! The escort grabs a name from the girls’ reaping ball and she backs to the microphone saying: “The lucky girl who will represent District 4 in the 223rdHunger Games is…” All the eyes are in a dolphin crossing our side. “Maysilee Abadeer!” Maysilee Abadeer! This is the girl who slept with me on the beach. Oh my god. This is so weird...

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The escort, now, crosses the stage to grab the boy’s name. When she opens the paper, a strange feeling crosses my belly. “The boy who will be a district 4 tribute in the 223rdHunger Games is…” I shout immediately: “I volunteer as tribute!” I run to the stage, quickly.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When the reaping ends, Maysilee approaches me and she says with a smile in the face: “Hi… again!”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">District 5 - Phase Kaper's POV
<span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">I get up my bed and I walk to the balcony of my house. I see my dad’s metal chair stopped, my eyes are almost breaking in tears, but I control myself when my older brother enters in it. He sits on the chair and I sit on the floor, but I am seeing the street anyway using the colored window of my house. My brother is fixed on me, his eyes searching for any signal of a nervous girl wanting stay in home. Wanting the end of the Games. He gets up the chair and he walks in my direction. He sits at my side, and I lay my head on his shoulder.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“So…” He begins to speak. “Phase, are you nervous? The Reaping is today!” He says. I look at his face, paralyzed and I smile. It is the first time that I saw my brave brother with this face.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“No. I think this reaping will be good.” I say. “Are you nervous, Antonio?”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He looks at me in the eye and I freeze when his green eyes crosses my eyes and I relax my muscles. “Yes, I am very nervous!”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I move my hand at his hair and he closes his eyes. I lay his head on the floor and he begins to relax. I get up and I walk, entering in my bedroom. When I arrive at my bed, I jump on my pillow and my tears begin to drop in them, making them wet. I start to sleep again for a while. The Reaping can start without me.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Phase! Phase!” I open my eyes and I begin to be desperate. I look to all sides, and I see my red bedroom. “Antonio? Are you there?” I yell. The door begins to open and I freeze. My brother appears and starts to drag me by the arms.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“What is happening, Antonio? Why are you dragging me?” I ask. He looks at me, serious and he replies me with brutality in his voice: “We are late. The Reaping is almost starting.” He says.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I start to yell, dropping my arms off Antonio and running to the street. I begin to run like a crazy to the Reaping. I can’t be late. They will punish me! When I arrive, the Reaping is almost starting. I run to my section, searching for Brittany’s eyes. She can relax me here. I am seeing everybody’s face, but I can’t see Brittany. Where is she? “Brittany! Brittany! I’m here, can you look me?” I shout like a crazy girl. No one answers my question and I go crazy, looking for any friend or someone like that.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">A male escort, wearing an oceanic blue suit with a yellow make-up and a bright green lipstick, enters in the stage holding a small pink backpack with make-up. He says: “Welcome, District 5! Last year, all the tributes from here died in the Cornucopia bloodbath and I want two good tributes, so volunteer if you are a special killer. Backing to the reaping, let’s select the girl who will represent District 5 this year in the 223rdHunger Games!” He crosses the stage, grabbing a paper inside a big ball. When he backs, a Peacekeeper retrieves the small backpack and the escort begins to yell. After few minutes of confusion, the escort backs to the microphone saying: “The girl is… Phase Kaper!” Oh no, it is me!

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I freeze, but someone pushes me to the hall and I start to walk towards the stage. When I am entering in it, I change looks with my brother. He is crying. The odds aren’t in my favor!

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The escort grabs a name inside another big reaping ball and he says on the microphone: “And the boy who will represent this big district in the 223rdHunger Games is the…” The escort sneezes, but no one realizes it. “Is the awesome boy, Feron Reed!” An enormous boy appears from the crowd and the escort claps his blue hands and the boy smiles.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Then, I hold Feron’s hand and the escort takes us to the train.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">District 6 - Horatio Candeliver's POV
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">​ <span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">“Horatio! Horatio! Come here!” Someone yells through the crystalline window and I stand up to see who it is. As I walk to the window, I realize that my sister’s bed is empty. I open the window slowly and the person starts to scream again: “Horatio!” My sister is holding a small and green ball. She smiles at me and my sleep face scares her.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Let’s play, Horatio. I want to play now.” She yells.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“What time is it now, Hiera?” She moves her head side-to-side, her way to say ‘I do not know’. I look at my side, while my eyes are searching for my digital alarm clock. I see my alarm clock, designed as a metal train, showing with shiny letters: “7:00 AM”. I look at my sister and she begins to laugh.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I will kill you if you wake me up again. The reaping is today. I need to rest!” I scream, smashing the window up. I back to my bed and my dream begins to appear, but the nightmare is back to scare me.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Horatio, I will not give up. Let’s play with me.” My sister whispers in my left ear. I move my angry head and she walks behind. I lay my head on the pillow and she looks to the ground.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Hiera, what I told you few minutes ago?” I ask.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Technically, it was few seconds ago.” She says smiling. I release a little smile to her and she opens a smile too.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Ok, Hiera! I will play with you. But with one condition.” I say to her. She moves her head positively and I stay with my quote. “The condition is: I will stop this soccer game with you the time that I want.” I say. “Are you alright with that?”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Yes, brother. Let’s play now, the Reapings are close.” She tells me. I get up my bed and I ask for few minutes to dress me up. I wear new underwear, I slept with the old one, and I see a long short, perfect to play soccer. I wear this clothe and I look at my alarm clock showing the number: “7:05 AM”. I get up the stairs, running and I find Hiera talking with my mother on the kitchen.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Horatio, you will play with your sister in the public garden? Your friends will see you.” My mother says. I look at our public garden and I see a girl in wheelchair. I remember when I prank her, but it was an absurd. The good side was: no one knows that I prank her.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Yes, mom. I guess I will.” I say, confused.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Yes, he will. He promised it for me.” Hiera enters in the chat.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Okay, Hiera. Let’s play.” She walks behind me while we enter in the public garden. As I play with Hiera, I am winning by the way, I see my friends playing in the other side of the street. I think in go, but I promised that I will stay here to my sister, so I will stay. After hours playing with Hiera, I say ‘goodbye’ to her and she asks me where I will go. I look at her deep eyes and I feel a sword cutting my heart when I say: “To the Reaping, bye!”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I start to walk, sweaty and with the clothes that I played soccer with Hiera. In the way, I find another girl pranked by me. At least, this one isn’t in a wheelchair. When I entered in the square, I go running to my section with other 14-years old boys. When I arrived, I see a boy pranked by me, but I don’t talk anything about this.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The escort, with hurry, enters in the stage. “Welcome to the Reapings, District 6. My name is Nadian Aterfuo and I will be your escort this year. Today, we will select the young lady and the young lad who will represent our district in the 223rdHunger Games. Good luck to you all!” She says as she walks up a big reaping ball. She grabs a paper and reads it slowly. “The girl who will show to all Panem the district six’s happiness is…” A brave girl shouts from the crowd. “I volunteer!” The girl with blonde hair walks up the stage and when she entered in the stage, the escort clapped hand many times. “My name is Marina Aquatics!” She yells.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The escort, now, grabs a boy’s name and my feelings stop for a moment. I was reaped!

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">As I walk to the stage, I feel my legs tired and weak. When I arrive at the stage, Marina says to me: “Welcome to the Games!” Anyway, I smile.

After our reaping, an extra-tribute was reaped with us.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">District 7 - Rose Greyer's POV
<span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;">I wake up on my cold bed surrounded by several beds with my brother and my sister in them. I get up, laying my head on the highest pillow. I look back, the window is open and the cold air invades my bedroom. I get up to close the window and I feel the floor covered in timber almost breaking in my legs. I start to walk slowly and silently, I don’t want wake up my younger sister and brother. I get Lirin’s medicine on the top of my mother’s table. I walk towards him, he is too young to get reaped, but Annelinde can be reaped.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Rose…” A low voice enters in my ear and I move my head to the voice’s direction. My eyes cross Annelinde’s body lying on her little bed. I walk in her direction, covering her with the blanket. She passes her hand on my hair and she whispers to me: “I will be reaped. I know about it.” When she tells about this, I start to remember. My name is thirty times in that girl’s reaping ball. I will be reaped, but I relax Annelinde by now. “I promise, if you are chosen… I will volunteer in your place. It is a district seven’s promise. I never lie.” I whisper in her ear. She stands up the bed and asks if I can grab a water cup for her.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I get out the bedroom and I see my healer’s uniform on the floor of the kitchen. I get down grabbing it, but someone starts to yell. I run to my mother’s bedroom and she says that she is feeling a pain in the heart. I, desperate, shout to her: “Relax, mom. I will help you!” I get out my house like a crazy, running on district 7’s streets going to the Helpers’ House. The snow falling in our district is rare, but it isn’t impossible. As the first snowflake falls on the ground, in my front, I freeze. My mother needs me. I start to run in the cold street until I reach the Helpers’ House, the place that I work every single day.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Fress! Alyx! Please, I am needing your help! It is urgent, my mother is dying.” I yell, but no one appears. I continue my crazy yell and the people are looking at me with fixed eyes in my despair. I look at my house, far away, Lirin and Annelinde trying to help my mother and I am here, lying on the cold floor, breaking up in tears. An old lady approaches me and she says to me: “I can help you. Where your mother is?” She asks. I look at her green eyes and I know that my mother needs this lady. “I will show you!”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">A lovely pair offers their car. I enter with the old lady and I lay my head on her shoulder. “Relax, girl. We will help your mother.” She says.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When we arrived in my house, Lirin is on the sidewalk, crying. I ignore him for a moment, bringing the old lady with me. The old lady enters in my mother’s bedroom and I get Annelinde out. She is crying and I take her to the sidewalk. She sits near Annelinde and I hope for my mother’s life.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Suddenly, we hear a door closing in our backs. My mother is healed holding some jackets.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“You have to go to the reaping with your sister, Rose. Go!” She says. I smile at her grabbing two jackets and taking Annelinde with me.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">In the way to the square, Annelinde asks me who that old lady is, if she is from the Helpers’ House. I say ‘no’ and I can’t remember where I find her before. ‘Let’s Annelinde. We are arriving at the square.”

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When we arrived, Annelinde takes some blood before me and she walks towards the 12-years old girls section with her friend from the school. I take some blood, but I can’t take my eyes off Annelinde. As I walk to my section with the other 16 years-old girls. I am still seeing Annelinde and I realize that the escort is entering in the stage.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“So, District 7. I want to bring some statistics to you.” The escort says in the microphone.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“We don’t want to know.” A boy screams from the crowd. I smile.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Shut up, I tal…” The escort begins to talk.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“But we don’t want to know. Say the tributes NOW!” The same boy yells.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Okay, I will choose and I want say the boy’s name first so, the lucky boy is…” The escort grabs a name inside the reaping ball and he pronounces it really loud: “Qaw…” “I volunteer!” A boy with blonde hair screams. He tells his name on the microphone: “Creek Morris!” I know him; he was yesterday in the Helpers’ House wishing medicine for his mom. I guess he wants this medicine.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“And the lucky girl is…” Can’t be Annelinde. Well, is Annelinde. “Annelinde Greyser.” The escort screams. My sister goes out her section, but I bring her to my back saying: “I volunteer as tribute!” Two Peacekeepers grab me by the arms, putting my legs on the stairs of the stage. I enter in it, saying my name on the microphone: “My name is Rose Greyser.” “You are siblings!” The escort says laughing.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I look at him seriously and he stops.

District 8 - Mercy Isaiah's POV
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">