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Hello! I'm excited to host my. . . . THIRD Hunger Games!

So, I decided to make this one a quarter quell! The twist will be the same as the 50th Hunger Games; there will be TWICE the number of tributes! Two males and two females from each district, plus two males and two females from the Capitol and District 13

Here are some rules you MUST follow. Thanks for being awesome!

1. You may submit up to 4 tributes!

2. Try to make the name sound nice, alright?

3. DO NOT use names you have given to others, PLEASE MAKE UP A NEW TRIBUTE for these games!

4. For tribute submissions, please fill out the following forms: (Limit 4 submissions)

Name:

District:

Gender:

Age:

Weapon of choice:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Appearance: (Include height)

Personality:

Allies?:

5. For stylist submissions, please fill out the following forms: (Limit 2 submissions)

Name:

Age:

District:

Female Chariot Outfit:

MCA:

6. For escort submissions, please fill out the following forms: (Limit 2 submissions)

Name:

Age:

District:

Appearance:

7. For mentor submissions, please fill out the following froms: (Limit 3 submissions)

Name:

Age:

District:

Teaching Style:


Thanks!

^READ THE RULES^

ALSO, A FAIR WARNING TO EVERYBODY. THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SOME MATURE LANGUAGE, SO IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM WITH THAT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN TRY TO TONE IT DOWN. THANKS!

ALSO, THE REAPINGS AND GAMES WILL BE WRITTEN IN ALTERNATING FIRST PERSON POV'S. THIS MEANS NOT EVERYONE WILL GET A FIRST PERSON POV, OR EVEN SPEAK, BECUASE THEY COULD DIE FIRST. HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!

I WILL WRITE REAPINGS AND THE GAMES, BUT NO INTERVIEWS OR CHARIOT RIDES.


Arena:

The arena will be based off of Panem:

The Cornucopia is in the center of the arena, and is surrounded by meadows of rolling green grass, trees and creeks.

The Capitol surrounds the Cornucopia. It is filled with buildings similar to the 56th Hunger Games:

District 1 is filled with houses, factories and forrests.

Distridt 2 is filled with ravines, shrubbery, houses and mines.

District 3 is filled with factories and houses.

District 4 is filled with small villages, palm trees and beaches. It is quite large.

District 5 is is filled with factories, houses and woods.

District 6 is filled with factories, houses and woods.

District 7 is 95% dense forest, creeks, rivers and some villages.

District 8 is thick with factories and houses.

District 9 is primarily rolling, golden fields of wheat with some villages and streams.

District 10 is filled with rolling green pastures, abundant food sources, streams and some small villages.

District 11 is filled with fruit and food, some small streams and some villages. It is quite large.

District 12 is primarily woods and forrest with some rivers, streams and small villages.

District 13 is is underground and filled with buildings and homes. Untitledr

Tributes:

District: Name: Appearance: Weapon:
District 1 (Luxury) Female:

Gemmeline "Gem" Ree, 17

6'0 (Long dirty-blond shimmering hair, blue eyes, tall and skinny) Bow/Knives
District 1 (Luxury) Female: Veronica Greentail, 18 5'4 (Curly blond hair, light bown eyes) Sword

District 1 (Luxury) Male:

Paul Dranaryna, 18 5'11 (Sparkling blue eyes with a dark green tint, gold hair, cocky smile) Daggers

District 1 (Luxury) Male:

Neo Torque, 18 5'9 (Tanned face, scar, grey eyes, short dark brown hair) Sword
District 2 (Masonry) Female: Reny Granily, 16 5'6 (Sexy, curvy figure, small build, brown eyes, blond hair) Brute force/Bow
District 2 (Masonry) Female: Diana Tanner, 18 6'0 (Pale skin, medium length platinum blond hair, blue eyes) Sword/Mace
District 2 (Masonry) Male: Mike Turino, 16 6'2 (Brown hair, blue eyes, 200 lbs)

Spear/Knives

District 2 (Masonry) Male: Gary Mitty, 15 4'11 (Blonde hair, blue eyes, 130 lbs) Machete
District 3 (Technology) Female: Volta Electrica, 16 5'7 (Pale skin, somewhat pointed nose, flat but wild red hair, blue eyes) Wire/Spear
District 3 (Technology) Female: Clara Pearl, 16 5'6 (Tan skin, curved nose, scar, sea-green eyes, blond hair with green highlight) Sword/Mace
District 3 (Technology) Male: Harry Grit, 18 6'5 (Brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, 190 lbs) Bow/Spear/Machete
District 3 (Technology) Male: Silus Watts, 18 6'4 (Curly strawberry blond hair, pale skin, freckles, glasses, blue eyes) Slingshot
District 4 (Fishing) Female: Sarah Jones, 17 5'10 (Shaggy black hair with some pink, pink eyes) Trident
District 4 (Fishing) Female: Kim Sey, 15 5'2 (White, blond hair, brown eyes, wears bows) Axe/Knives
District 4 (Fishing) Male: Mickey McAlister, 17 6'3 (Built, short spiked black hair, attractive, sea-green eyes) Trident
District 4 (Fishing) Male: Dinnick Shawnies, 17 6'3 (Muscular, spikey blond hair) Sword/Trident
District 5 (Power) Female: Mariana Frieds, 16 5'7 (Ashen skin, light teal eyes, light brown hair with a blond streak) Axe
District 5 (Power) Female: Anabelle Volt, 16 5'7 (Porcelain skin, large grey eyes, wavy red hair) Knife
District 5 (Power) Male: Zac Watt, 14 5'8 (Ashen skin, large brown eyes, short brown hair) Spear
District 5 (Power) Male: Josh Coral, 14 6'5 (Caramel skin, brown hair and eyes) Ropes/Fire
District 6 (Transportation) Female: Vixen Dino, 17 5'11 (Pale, thin, gorgeous, bright red hair) Throwing knives
District 6 (Transportation) Female: Glade Frost, 15 5'6 (Lightly tanned skin, grey-yellow eyes, black hair) Lying
District 6 (Transportation) Male: Rory Lemner, 17 6'0 (Short dirty blond hair, twinkling green eyes, pale skin, tatoo) Sword
District 6 (Transportation) Male: Gerrit Khone, 14 5'11 (Deep purple eyes, wavy brown hair) Sword
District 7 (Lumber) Female: Isabella Lastor, 16 5'3 (Petite, long brown hair, dark eyes) Knife
District 7 (Lumber) Female: Adrianna Belseu, 16 5'6 (Tanned skin, golden eyes, somewhat long black hair) Axe
District 7 (Lumber) Male: James McFaye, 17 5'11 (Ashen skin, big black eyes, messy black hair with wolftail) Sword/Spear
District 7 (Lumber) Male: James Rhoades, 16 6'1 (Muscular, blue eyes, medium length brown hair) Axe
District 8 (Textiles) Female: Millie-Rose Agbar, 12 5'1 (Pale skin, cute face, green eyes, short brown hair) Knife
District 8 (Textiles) Female: Sayn Twindlebreeze, 13 5'3 (Pale skin, freckles, brown eyes, auburn hair) Whip
District 8 (Textiles) Male: Lester Cross, 13 5'8 (Short brown hair, hazel eyes, caucasian) Throwin Knives/Net
District 8 (Textiles) Male: Jonathon Davis, 15 6'0 (Slim, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes) Knife/Spear
District 9 (Grain) Female: Allianna "Alli" Whittle, 16 5'11 (Pale skin, crystal blue eyes, long dark brown hair) Knife/Bow
District 9 (Grain) Female: Vanessa Doner, 15 5'5 (Skinny, auburn hair, blue-gray eyes) Dagger
District 9 (Grain) Male: Craig Darkthorn, 16 6'1 (Porcelain skin, skinny, dazzling blue eyes, floppy dark brown hair) Sword/Knives
District 9 (Grain) Male: Jacob Wheats, 15 5'5 (Brown hair, brown eyes, abs) Spear/Bow
District 10 (Livestock) Female: Joanna Resler, 16 5'9 (Pale skin, medium length red hair, blue eyes) Whip/Sword
District 10 (Livestock) Female: Catie Ferral, 14 4'9 (Beige skin, short curly blond hair, twinkling dark blue eyes) Darts
District 10 (Livestock) Male: Hunt Harris, 16 6'2 (Short bronze hair) Throwing Knives/Axe
District 10 (Livestock) Male: Jake Dudds, 18 6'3 (270 pounds, blonde hair, black eyes, glasses) Machete/Spear
District 11 (Agriculture) Female: Alice Daniel, 15 5'1 (Black hair, dark skin, bwon eyes) Sword
District 11 (Agriculture) Female: Pricilla Traine, 15 5'5 (Pale skin, long brown hair, blue eyes) Sword
District 11 (Agriculture) Male: Silas Stain, 17 5'11 (Tan skin, short spiked brown hair, blue eyes) Machete
District 11 (Agriculture) Male: Liam Ford, 14 6'3 (Dark skin, short brown hair, brown eyes) Throwing Knives
District 12 (Coal/Mining) Female: Alexandra "Alex" Blake, 18

5'11 (Ashen skin, smiling, big green eyes, black and blond hair)

Throwing Knives/Sword
District 12 (Coal/Mining) Female: Aria Camelliston, 16 5'7 (Brown hair with blonde and copper streaks, bright blue eyes, tan, thin) Bow
District 12 (Coal/Mining) Male: Mark Bannet, 12 5'7 (Olive skin, medium build, red hair, dark gray eyes) Sword
District 12 (Coal/Mining) Male: Brandon Blackfin, 16 5'8 (Tan, black hair, green eyes) Javelin/Slingshot
District 13 (Nuclear) Female: Alex Cole, 15 6'4 (Sparkling green eyes, dark brown hair, skinny, pale skin) Axe/Knives
District 13 (Nuclear) Female: Jaquelyn Dione, 15 5'4 (Ashen skin, big brown eyes, eyepatch on one eye, black hair) Dart Gun/Mace
District 13 (Nuclear) Male: Zac Ashton, 16 6'1 (Blond hair, big brown eyes) Axe
District 13 (Nuclear) Male: Kade Icesteam, 16 6'5 (Scars, buff, tan, jet black shaggy hair, gray eyes) Sword/Club
Captiol Female: Roseline Smith, 17 5'10 (Pale skin, soft lips, dull grey eyes, pulled back dark brown hair) Axe/Knife
Capitol Female: Cassandra Maple, 16 5'5 (Dirty blond hair, deep blue eyes) Throwing Hatchets
Capitol Male: Freddie Stills, 12 5'4 (Brown hair, freen eyes) Sword/Bow
Capitol Male: Ash Stronghold, 12 5'4 (Large build, dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, red cheeks) Sword/Axe

Death Chart for Reaped Tributes:

Place (Tributes): Overall (Out of 98) Name: District: How they were killed: By who:
56th 97th/98 Brandon Blackfin, 16 12 Speared in the chest Rose Spawell
55th 96th/98 Sayn Twindlebreeze, 13 8 Choked to death Alex Cole
54th 94th/98 Freddie Stills, 12 Capitol Slashed back Neo Torque
53rd 93rd/98 Dinnick Shawnies, 17 4 Sliced neck Jonathon Davis
52nd 91st/98th Jonathon Davis, 15 8 Twisted neck Kim Sey
51st 90th/98 Lester Cross, 13 8 Decapitated Kim Sey
50th 89th/98 Diana Tanner, 18 2 Blood loss Sparkle Trace
49th 88th/98 James Rhoades, 16 7 Arrow to the neck Reny Granily
48th 87th/98 Jacob Wheats, 15 9 Stabbed in the back Anabelle Volt
47th 86th/98 Jake Dudds, 18 10 Decapitated Neo Torque
46th 85th/98 Vanessa Doner, 15 9 Arrow to the gut Reny Granily
45th 84th/98 Catie Ferral, 14 7 Arrow to the head Gem Ree
44th 83rd/98 Hunt Harris, 16 10 Sliced neck Kim Sey
43rd 82nd/98 Kim Sey, 15 4 Lost arm/blood loss Hunt Harris
42nd 80th/98 Craig Darkthorn, 16 9 Arrow to the back of the Gem Ree
41st 79th/98 Gary Mitty, 15 2 Various injuries, arrow to the neck Alli Whittle
40th 76th/98 Mark Bannet, 12 12 Crushed --------------
39th 75th/98 Harry Grit, 18 3 Split head Alex Cole
38th 74th/98 Clara Pearl, 16 3 Axe to the neck Alex Cole
37th 73rd/98 Josh Coral, 14 5 Electrified -------------
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Death Chart for Stylists:

Place: Overall (Out of 98): Name: District: How they were killed: By Who:
14th 92nd/98th Sparkle Trace, 35 Capitol Stabbed in the mouth Diana Tanner
13th 81st/98 Artimis Bayber, 24 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN
12th 77th/98 Moss Thorne, 24 7 Arrow to the stomach Aria Camelliston
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Death Chart for Escorts:

Place (Escorts): Overall (Out of 98): Name: District: How they were killed: By Who:
14th 98th/98 Kikianna Smithian, 48 10 Fainted onto mine ---------
13th 95th/98 Jimothy Rockstah, 28 8 Mace to the back Diana Tanner
12th 78th/98 Shims Steen, 23 12 Slashed back Alexandra Blake
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Death Chart for Mentors:

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Stylists (and Chariot Outfits):

District: Stylist: Females Outfit: Males Outfit:
District 1

Robin Glenn (F), 34

They are spraypainted entirely gold, with swirls and zigzags of silver on their faces and parts of their bodies their clothes don't cover, blueish purple dresses that fall to the knee, see through ruffles and see through fabric to the ankles and gold stilettos. The males are spraypainted entirely silver, with swirls and zigzags of gold on their faces and the parts of their bodies their cothes don't cover, they are wearing blueish purple shirts with black trousers, they have on gold ties and black shoes.
District 2 Ty Dione (M), 29 A plain, midnight-black body suit with a black cape covered in gemstones. They wear knee-length, black boots and their hair is put into buns. A plain, midnight-black body suit with a black cape covered in gemstones. They also wear knee-length, black boots.
District 3 Tatiana Starr (F), 20 Silver dress, with computer chip fabric in the middle with a wire crown, and green and black sparks coming out of it. The other female is wearing a black dress with computer chip fabric and a wire crown. Green tux, with black and green sparks coming out of it, with a wire crown. The other male is wearing a black tux, with same sparks coming out of it, with a wire crown.
District 4

Artimis Bayber (F), 24

The dresses are floor length, are an ocean blue colour and have an tasteful (not gaudy) amount of glitter on it. They are sleeveless with a low neckline and give the appearance of water running down them with every movement. The bottom foot of each dress is covered with crystal encrusted feathers that stick out parallel to the floor. When 'activated', they move and it looks like seam foam. Behind their heads are tiny bulbs (one apiece) that you can't really see and emits a silvery light. The impression is that they are moons beating down on the sea. The makeup is minimal- light blue sparkly eyeshadow and silver eyeliner, with mascara and a light pink lip gloss. Silver patterns are stencilled down their bare arms. Their hair has strands of silver (NOT grey) in it), and falls in waves down her back. If it is too short, it is pulled into a bun. They wear a silver raindrop pendant around their necks, and long silver earrings hang most of the way down to their shoulders, ending with tiny sapphires. They wear navy tunic style sleeveless shirts, with tasteful amounts of glitter on them. The trousers are or tuxedo cut and are darker, almost black, and the shoes are simple black dress shoes. The Tunic and trousers are designed so that they give the appearance of water running down them with every movement. They each wear a long silver cape covered with crystal encrusted feathers that stick out parallel to the fabric of the cape itself. When 'activated', they move and it looks like seam foam. Behind their heads are tiny bulbs that emit a golden light, so the overall impression is that of the sun beating down on the sea. They only wear silver eyeliner in terms of makeup and have silver patterns stencilled on their bare arms. [Optional] They each wear one silver earring.
District 5 Katelyn Snow (F), 27 A silvery-blue dress that is a bit sparkly ;strapless and slightly low cut with diamonds all over the top of the dress (mid-stomach and up) to add a sexy but still reserved look ; lower half of dress (mid-stomach down) will end the top and begin the bottom in a "v" shape ; will be silvery-blue like the top, crinkled layers, poofy with tons of sparkles; Hair will be curled and put in a bun on top of the head, a couple loose strands will hang on each side of her face. Hair will have glitter in it. She will have a silver crown that has points resembling very small electricity poles with small silver balls on top;shoes will be open-toed high heels that match the dress's color and have diamonds on the part that covers her toes. When she spins, her dress will look like it is sparking off of the dress and on the dress (like electricity sparks), her shoes will have the same effect, and her crown will appear to be giving off a blue-like electric current to one another while sparking and shimmering. her fingernails and toenails will be manicured and pedicured ; her skin will have a slight shimmer to it from a special spray ; Her eyeliner will be the silver color of her crown on the top eyelid, her mascara will be applied with lots of volume and length to the top eyelash, lightly to the bottom, eyeshadow will be the silvery- blue color of the dress and will be sparkly . A vest with the same effect as the girl's dress ; a silver bowtie, a silver jacket that gives off sparks with the wave of an arm, black slacks, silver shoes ; body will give off a lighter shimmer than the girl, will have the same crown as the girl.
District 6 Jerri Hefer (F), 24 Jerri wanted to try something new so she desinged these awesome contacts that light up. So when the tributes put them on it looks like their eyes are head lights. All the girls are dressed in long elegant metallic gowns that are for some reason in an unusual pattern, and their gloves and shoes resemble tires. But as soon as they get on all fours the patterns come together and they are luxurious Capitol Cars, each of them a different car. It is the same for the boys except they are in tuxedos.They also have a hat that changes from red to blue. Their head light contacts also change from red to blue. For the boys their tuxedos change into CPD cars (Capitol Police Department).
District 7 Moss Thorne (F), 24 A long dress.The top part of the dress is made of green silk ,and the rest of the dress is made of lively green leaves all the rest of the way down, the colours will change to autumn like colours, she'll wear a crown made from a branch with buds growing on them. The other girl wears another dress, the top part of the dress is made from white silk,the rest of the dress is made from paper as far as the knee the ends of it look like scrunched up paper and it unravels into a longer dress in an origami type of pattern, her crown will be made from a branch again and has leaves and flowers blossoming. The shoes for both females are high heels made of wood. The first male will wear a wooden wreath,he will wear a gladiator like outfit, a wooden chestplate, with a tunic made from lively cloured leaves under it, and cape made of leaves, the leaves also change colour to autumn colours. The other guy wears a tunic made of silk and paper,he wears a cape made of white paper like fabric.He will wear a wreath of leaves. Both males wear wooden shoes.
District 8 Relia Dawn (F), 30 Mulitcolored dresses with neon makeup. White suits with rainbow accents.
District 9 Brooklyn Remmingston (F), 31 Skin will have another shimmer to it, more golden this time and VERY light body art appearing as transparent pieces of wheat on arms, bare shoulders, chest, and neck ; In the white puff at bottom of the dress, a kind of goldish shimmer as if it is wheat in a sunset will be apparent; appears to have wheat spinning off of dress and body with an arm lift. A diamond necklace, another wheat crown atop of curled, voluminous hair that hangs on each side of their shoulders with bangs swept over on the left. Shoes will be heels once again in the dress's main color with gold sparkle on it. With a white undershirt ; hair spiked up, wheat crown like girl ; skin lightly shimmered in gold as well ; skin also has VERY light body art appearing as very light pieces of wheat ; tux has a gold shimmer as well to appear a wheat in a sunset ; with arm raise appears to have wheat flying from outfit and skin as well.
District 10 Carter Gomez (F), 25 Skins of a cow wrapped around to a dress glued together. She has a head band with bull horns on it. Her shoes look like little cows. The second gilrs has chicken shins and feathers wrapped and glued to make a dress. She wears cowgirl boots covered with feathers. Both wear red eyeshadow and lipstick. Both are dressed in cowboy boots, cowboy shirts and pants. Both have some fake blood on their clothes. Both carry a fake axe with blood on it.
District 11 Ivette Jeffrie (F), 30 They are wrapped in what looks like gigantic leaves, with all of the pretty vains and everything. It is jagged at the bottom, like some leaves are, although it looks and feels extremely comfortable. The stem goes over one shoulder, and so it only has one sleeve. The most intresting part though is that there are litle golden sparkles all over the girls that look like body glitter, but they are programmed to make them really hard to see, like camoflauge. They come back into vision every once in a while, and they look so pretty that hopefully the capitol will be watching them so that they can get every possible glimpse of them. Their hair is down and curled, with the golden dust on it, but it's not like hair spray so her hair is still really flowy and loose. They have on golden hoop earrings, and they have just slight, barely noticible green eyeshadow on to make the impression that the dress brings out their eyes, no matter what color they are. They are barefoot and their nails are painted a pretty green and has golden lines on it to make it look like the veins of a leaf. They have on ripped up jeans that look just like jeans they could be wearing on any harvesting day in District 11, except these are not fully blue, they have a grey tint. They have Laurel wreathes wraped around their torsos and biceps, but it's silky. The laurel wreaths only wrap them loosely, so you can see their chests. The laurel wreathes seem to make their muscles look bigger, and they also have the gold camo dust on too. Their hair is straightened and slicked up to make it form kind of a point in the middle front, although the hair product isn't noticeable at all. They have on no makeup or shoes, and in the front of the chariot there is a basket built in that has apples and stuff that they might harvest in D11, that they throw out into the crowd.
District 12 Diara Kenbloom (F), 28 For both girls, a knee length, tight, dress, with a halter top. The dresses shimmer, and give the illusion of flowing lava, and their whole bodies glow with a thin layer of gold glitter. The only distinction is the hair. Aria's hair has a beautiful blue diamond rose, inlaid in a gold hair clip on a elegant waterfall braid. Alexandra has her silky hair down, but clipped back with a fiery ribbon, that brings out her high cheekbones. Alexandra has a bit of gold shimmery blush on her cheekbones, and a bronze metallic lipstick. She has gold eyeliner, and chocolatey brown mascara. Aria has bronze blush that makes her whole face glow, with surprisingly attractive blue eyeliner. Her lips are bold and red, and her eyelashes are black and full. Aria's hair is twisted into a breathtaking braid, along with gold ribbons that emit a beautiful glow. Both boys wear a tight red shirt, that shows off their muscles. They are wearing a black leather jacket, and a leather necklace with a piece of amber on it. The boys have bronze makeup on, and only a bit of highlighting here and there. There hair is combed back in a messy, but stunning do, and the black combat boots have flames. They wear nothing on their heads, but their hair is covered in gold, unsparkly dust, that adds gold tones to their hair.
District 13 Rosie Russo (F), 25

Gray short dress (looks like stone), black little boots,black choker necklace with lace. Braclets matching necklace. Hair put in side pony tail. Black lips, silver eye shadow. Stone like nails.

Stone like bodysuit, black choker, hair spike up. Stone like face.
Capitol Sparkle Trace (F), 35 A white ballgown with the same roses as the males, she has vines also, and throws gold roses in the crowd. Silver eyeliner. A white tux with white roses which fade to red, black, and white again, he has vines crawling up his arms, he throws roses in the crowd, white red and black of corse. Silver eyeliner.
District (Best to Worst Designs) Place
District 7 (Beautiful, creative, breathtaking. The best of the bunch!) 1st
District 5 (Top 2, but just by a little missed the crown) 2nd
District 4 (Top 3, but not quite enough to pull of the victory) 3rd
District 12 (One of the best, but not quite there) 4th
District 1 (Very lovely, but not in the top 4) 5th
District 3 (Pretty and creative, but not the most stunning) 6th
District 9 (Stunning, but not the best) 7th
District 11 (Stunning, but not as great as the rest) 8th
District 6 (Creative, but a tad cheesy, but still pretty) 9th
Capitol (Beautiful, but not one of the best) 10th
District 2 (Beautiful, but not as nice as the rest) 11th
District 13 (Beautiful, but not the best) 12th
District 8 (Nice, but too simplistic) 13th
District 10 (Ugly Costumes. In fact, the only bad design) 14th

Escorts:

District: Escort: Appearance:
District 1: Samus Morale (M), 25 (Lime green hair with gold highlights, yellow eyes and beige skin)
District 2: Rose Spawell (F), 26 (Black hair with purple streaks, tan skin, blue eyes, dark lips)
District 3: Donna Snowe (F), 33 (Pale skin and corksrew brown hair with bright red streaks in it. She usually wears red lipstick and she has black tattoos)
District 4: Gani Narily (M), 30 (Light skinned, dark purple hair)
District 5: Ella Maciette (F), 32 (Ivory skin, wavy blonde hair with black hightlights, wears neon colors and has hazel eyes.)
District 6: Trenton Quille (M), 38 (Auburn hair with orange streaks, bright green eyes, orange suit with green pinstripes, green tie, shoes and pocket hanky. Not much makeup, but a few curling designs around his eyes)
District 7: Frida Panattiere (F), 24 (Pale skin, black hair with blue streaks, blue eyes, red tattoos)
District 8: Jimothy Rockstah (M), 28 (Curly brown hair, mustache, pale skin)
District 9: Shiny Glowheart (M), 24 (Short, handsome, gold tattoos)
District 10: Kikianna Smithian (F), 48 (She has 2 foot long fingernails, bright green skin and electic red eyes. She has 2 goat horns and wears an orange wig)
District 11: Lotus Fictus Venustus (F), 22 (She has a pretty tan, purple perfectly curly hair with dark purple highlights that she always wears down, golden eyes with exquisite lashes that are truly pieces of art. She has perfect nails and flawless skin. Always wears a golden chain)
District 12: Shims Steen (F), 23 (5'4, skinny, blond hair arted to the side, blue eyes, olive skin)
District 13: Cleo Night (F), 35 (Gold and black hair in a ponytail, skinny, black lipstick)
Capitol: Willow Ray (F), 34 (Pale skin, fat candy pink lips, bight pink hair with vines in it)

Mentors:

District: Name: Teaching Style:
District 1 Topaz Shimmer (F), 21 Train, train, train.
District 2 Madeline Ludwig (F), 25 Stay with Careers, kill as many as possible, hone strengths.
District 3 Samuel Tall (M), 30 Survival skills.
District 4 Oliver James (M), 36 Teach them everything they need to know.
District 5 Trett Grum (M), 47 Grab, run and hide.
District 6 Danny Baryar (M), 24 Teach skills and precision, but also to be calm.
District 7 Eliza Kane (F), 51 Grab and run; don't die.
District 8 Ayleta Hier (F), 61 Focus on improving weaknesses and survival skills.
District 9 Rocker Parker (M), 37 Get out of the Cornucopia quickly.
District 10 Elize Kartmine (F), 20 Teach them the way she won.
District 11 Locus Arenae (M), 39 Grab and run.
District 12 Kasmine Lunder (F), 15 Teach them the way she won.
District 13 Mary "Fire Eyes" (F), 30 Teach them everything.
Capitol Lilly Spears (F), 42 Teach them to use eachothers strengths

Reapings:

District 1: Neo Torque, 18-

"All right children," the voice of our District guide, Samus, rings out, "let's get this reaping over with shall we? I know you kiddies in District 1 are ruthless, bloodthirsty monsters and you enjoy killing and torturing. And, I know I shouldn't even bother picking a name from this," she motions towards a large, clear bowl, "as you all will volunteer! And, remember, this year is a Quarter Quell, so two females and two males will be in the games! Let's start with the young ladies, do we ha-"

"I volunte-", screams out one girl before she is interrupted by another.

"No me, I want t-," the second girl is interrupted again as the section of girls goes crazy and starts rushing towards the stage. I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. I wish these silly girls would just be settled already so I could make my debut as this year's sure to be victor. Yes, me, Neo Torque of District 1. Growing up in a careers district, I obviously trained my entire life to go into these games. Spending hours a day, everyday for years training for this very moment. And I'm ready. Ready for the feel of a weapon sliding underneath my fingers, making my hands calloused and warm. Ready for the feel of fresh blood as I strike down my first tribute. I'm finally 18, I'm finally powerful enough to take on anyone who opposes me.

"Okay," Samus' voice shrieks out, thus breaking me from my glorious thinkings, "the female volunteers for the 100th Hunger Games are Gemmel-"

"Call me Gem," a tall girl with shimmering, dirty blond hair interrupts."

"Okay then," Samus' clears her voice in annoyance, "the female volunteers this year are Gem Ree and Veronica Greentail." Samus motions towards the other female, who is much shorter and sports curly blonde hair.

I grin happily, my pearly white teeth glinting in the harsh sun. "Now," the escort begins, "for the bo-".

"Stop," I call out as I begin to walk towards the stage and the three girls occupying it, "I volunteer. And I'm taking my friend Paul with me." I stop the grab the shoulders of the other male, the guy who has been my lifelong enemy. "Is it okay with you, Paul," I whisper slyly as he snarls, "or are you too much of a pus**?"

"Stupid escort lady," Paul growls out as he narrows his eyes at me and makes his way to the stage, "I volunteer as well."

"Alrighty," Samus calls out giddily to us, but mostly the crowd, "what are your names?"

"I'm Neo Torque," I say, grinning all the while.

"And you young man?" Samus questions.

"I'm Paul Dranaryna," he hisses, still looking at me with venomous eyes.

Samus giggles and flaps her arms happily. "Hoorah! Our tributes this year are Gem Ree, Veronica Greentail, Neo Torque and Paul Dranaryna! Give an applause to these brave tributes!"

The crowd erupts in applause as they always do. And, in the back of my mind, I'm wondering what the applause will sound like when I return home with the crown of victory.


District 2: Diana Tanner, 18-

{C}I run my slim fingers through my platinum blonde hair as I sit on the velvety seats of the train carrying me and my fellow tributes to the Capitol to be trained for a battle royale to the death. I sigh quietly under my breath, and I beat my blue eyes slowly as I take in my surroundings. It may not seem like it to everyone, but volunteering for the Hunger Games is still a nerve-wracking and terrifying event. I wouldn't have volunteered if I didn't think I could make my way out of the bloody arena. Obviously I felt confident in myself, or I wouldn't have put my life on line for a nicer house and a bunch of extra food. But, my stomach is still full of butterflies and my whole body is shaky and jittery. I almost feels sick, but I double over to quell the urges.

I hear the other girl volunteer, a young lady I actually knew from my childhood, Reny Granily talk about how strong and dominative she thinks this year's careers pack will be. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the male volunteers, Mike Turino, a tall, hunky, muscular guy and Gary Mitty, a short little pipsqueak, nod in agreement to something Reny said. But for some reason, I don't hear anything. No sounds, none at all. No buzzing, no whirring, no voices; utter silence. My stomach and my mind begin to feel with warm pools of dread and fear.

I can't believe it. . . but I'm actually having second thoughts about this. I'm afraid; I'm upset. I'm regretting my decision to give my life away.

The feeling of utter quiet remains, but now I don't see anything. No bright lights, passing landscapes or light red, velvety train seats. Darkness. I see pitch black.

The I feel a thud. I feel my body thudding against the floor as a faint. I feel the vibrations of the gasps from the escort, mentor and tributes. I feel them coming towards me, grasping me and lifting me up.

But I see nothing, and I hear nothing. Not a thing but my own mind. Nothing but blackness.


District 3: Clara Pearl, 16-

Trembling and shaking like a small puppy in a cold and dreary rain shower, my wet eyes trail downwards. I take in a disgraceful scene; my view is nothing but my mothers vomit covered dress and tarnished, black shoes.

"Oh my, come now dear," my escort, Donna Snowe, whispers out sympathetically as she slowly rubs my back in comfort. "I know you're upset, but I believe in you. Of course you have the right to be scared; everyone should. But I see something special in you. If you put your mind to it, and try your hardest, I think you could win this thing."

I look up teary eyed, my lips wriggling as if I'm about to burst into tears again. I lean in and grasp Donna's neck tightly, careful to avoid rubbing my vomit on her chest. She doesn't seem to mind however, as she returns my hug with fervor.

"Now, do you want me to walk you to the train with the rest of the tributes," she cooes out as she strokes my hair gently, "and would you like me to sit with you during the train ride?"

I nod my head gently. "Thanks," I whisper in her ear as she slowly raises me up from the ground.

"My pleasure deary. I hate to see sad people," Donna cooes out affectionately.

I ignore the snickers and insults I hear all around me. Damn them all, I have the right to be scared and upset. I'm about to be sent to a slaughterhouse; and chances are I wont be the winner. I mean, the last winner from District 3 was Natalie Gray all the way back in the 56th Hunger Games. And the only reason she won is because she had those great allies from District 4, the little girl Sharlet and the gay boy Waverly. Natalie's, what, 60 years old by now? And it's been. . . 44 years since she won. She's the only person who's been mentoring us District 3 kids for 44 years. Well, not the only one if you count that Samuel guy. But, he didn't even win a games. He was just brought in because Natalie was getting old, and she needed to retire.

Yeah, damn sure I have the right to be upset. District 3 hasn't had a victor in years. But if what Donna said was true. . . maybe that will all change this year.


District 4: Mickey McAlister, 17-

I stand next to Dinnick upon the stage, looking out at the crowd. Our similar haircuts, but radically different colors contrast and clash with eachother. I scan the crowd, taking in the familiar faces once more before I'm shipped off the games. Despite being a career District, I see trenbling, teary-eyed and scared faces amongst the girls. I see indifferent faces, bored faces, and confident faces. The faces of powerful and competent women who will be a force to be reckoned with in the arena.

"I volunteer!", one of the confident-faced girls screams out before jauntily skipping up next to the escort. "Before you ask, I'm Kim Sey," the small girl blurts out, her platinum blond hair ebbing and flowing with the coming winds.

"Me too, choose me!", another face calls out. I didn't see who it was, but soon enough I now. I know who this one is, and I know how dangerous she'll be to everyone.

Even the careers.

"And your name?", the escort quietly asks.

"My name? Shouldn't you know already?," she giggles out before rolling her eyes and sighing angrily. "I'm Sarah Jones."

I can't tear my eyes from her from. She'll be in the career-pack, I just know it. But, that doesn't mean I have to like it. Or feel safe about it. . .

"Well, let's go kiddies," the escort calls, "let's get on the train now."

I follow slowly behind her, eyes still glued to the back of Sarah's head. Suddenly, she turns around, and with a twinkle of wickedness in her hot-pink eyes, she whispers, "don't be scared, I won't kill you first."

My spine shivers and my head spins. Damn that girl.


District 5: Zac Watt, 14-

{C}Standing uncomfortabley, crushed and squeezed in a pack of nervous fourteen year-olds, I struggle to raise my head to see the stage. Finally, I manage to get a view. Two girls, one with wavy red hair and one with light brown, and a boy; tall, muscular and frightening. I'm getting anxious- nervous really. I wan't to know who the other boy is; if it isn't me, great! But if it is, I just want to make it up to the stage without embarassing myself.

You see, something peculiar seems to always happen to me. Naturally, I'm a shy, quiet and reserved boy who dreads talking, and, in general, tries to avoid human contact all together. However, somehow, I seem to always attract attention my way.

"And, our last lucky tribute for the fourth Quarter Quell is a young man named-". I breath deeply in and out, trying not the hyperventilate. "Zac Watt, come up onto the stage and take your spot please!"

Well, unluck of the draw I suppose. But, I'm really not scared or angry. No emotions run through my veins at the moment, and my mind is focusing only on making it to the stage.

I squeeze out the the crowd with no issues. 'Your doing great so far, Zac. Keep it up,' I mentally reassure myself as I inch closer and closer to the stage. I close my eyes to make the journey less terrifying. But, as soon as the tip of my shoe connects with a rock jutting ever so slightly out of the dry ground, I know it's over.

My eyes shoot open; my arms cross infront of my face. I plummet to the earth for mere milliseconds before my face makes unwelcome contact with the ground. I hear the laughter of exspectant tributes and the ones on the stage, as well as the high-pitched giggles of my escort.

I lay my head in between my hands and sigh deeply, not bothering to pick myself up.

"Dammit, why. . ." my muffled groan sounds out from between my swelling and bruised lips. "Fu***** reapings. . ."


District 6: Glade Frost, 15-

{C}My bare legs glide over the smooth and cool velvet covering the train seats. I glance out of my cabin, I can see bright city lights blaring through the suffocating darkness. The snores of my fellow comrades bounce angainst my eardrums as I slowly glide my comb through my silky black hair.

"You know what, Glade," I whisper to myself, "you've got this girl. No one in that arena can hurt you; you're powerful- invincible even. Those careers; screw them, you'll bring down every single one. My fellow District 6 tributes? I'll outlast all of them. I'll outlast everyone in the damned arena to get home. You know, Glade," I continue, "you can do it. You've neve let anyone tell you otherwise, and you're not going to start now."

I continue to sit and run my comb through my gorgeous hair; I continue to let the yellow lights flood my vision; I continue to whisper sweet-nothings and words of encouragement to myself.

"Boy, are you ready for these games," I whisper to myself, feeling sleep wash over me. "You're gonna win. . ."


District 7: Adrianna Belseu, 16-

{C}"Our two males for this years Hunger Games are James McFay and James Rhoades! Give these two young men a round of applause!"

The silence is almost deafening. Coughs of nervousness and distress, the chirps of forrest birds going about their morning routines and the occasional whimper of fear are the only noises emanating from the square. I cross my arms over me dress, feeling the silky fabric underneath my fingertips. I can't wait for this to be over; I just want to get back home and relax. I mean, I've never taken tessrae, so the chances of me being called are pretty slim.

I take a deep whiff of the crisp mountain air I'm so accustomed to. Fresh pine scents fill my nose and travel down my trachea and into my stomach, chilling me from the inside. The feeling is similar to chewing fresh mint leaves picked fresh from the forrest. The chill and the bitterness are so welcome in the sweltering heat of the afternoon. It's sweet and refreshing, like drinking a cup of cold water after chopping trees for hours. I tune out the hustle and bustle of the girls and peacekeepers around me, and let the noises of the forrest ring in my ear canal. Songbirds, the trickle of water down small creeks, the rustle of the leaves as weak winds blow through them.

"Hey, Adrianna," someone whispers and nudges my shoulder anxiously, "earth to Belseu. Are you present?"

My peace interrupted, I grumble with anger, "What do you want Claire, I'm trying to relax before the escort calls a name." I turn my head slightly to the right to face her; but somethings off. She looks worried. "What's wrong, Claire?". I question.

"Well," she mumbles, "they already called the two girls names."

"Oh," I reply, "I must've spaced out more than I realized. Who did they call?"

"A girl named Isabella Lastor," Claire responds.

My gaze thickens and my brows furrow, "Poor girl. I knew her growing up, she was actually really swee-"

I don't have a chance to finish before Claire interrupts me. "And you."

My eyes widen in shock, and I look all around me. The gazes of childhood friends rest sadly on me. The guide is looking in my direction expentantly. "Wh-wh-what." My mumbles roll out of my mouth like a river.

"I'm sorry, Adrianna," she whispers as I feel peacekeepers wrap their arms around mine and drag me away. "I'm so sorry, Adrianna."


District 8: Millie-Rose Agbar, 12-

The pebbles underneath my shoes crunch as me and my fellow tributes are led towards the Capitol-bound train. I rub my gloved hands against my eyes and nose, still drying from the tears that spilled forth from them upon my reaping.

"Hey, you guys," Jonathon whispers to all of us as he connects our hands, "you know we can all get through this together if we try."

I know Jonathon is trying to cheer us up. . . but I just don't believe it. I glance over to the girl walking briskly to my left. The girl, Sayn, is looking worriedly at the ground, not daring to raise her head. Her pigtails bob softly as she walks, and the ground underneath her becomes wet with her tears. The boy to my left looks almost as bad. Lester, my childhood friend, looks about as miserable as someone can look. And, you know, I probably look just the same.


District 9: Craig Darkthorn, 16-

{C}"So," Alli starts, " we're all going to die anyway. I mine as well ask, what's the first thing your going to eat in the Capitol. As long as we're their before the games, we should endulge our senses to get a taste of the good life before me bite the dust."

The rest of us chuckle, including me, before Vanessa replies with, "Well, I heard about the flower that only grows in the Capitol. Thousands of years ago, it was supposed to be pretty common. But, anyways, I'm pretty sure it's called hibiscus. Basically, it's an edible flower. You eat the whole thing, including syrup it's preserved in. I heard it'd delicious, and a delicacy in the Capitol."

"Interesting question, but I have a better one." The other three turn their attention towards me, waiting expectantly wiht wondering eyes. "Since the liklihood of any of us coming back is. . . very small. What's the one thing you'll miss about home the most?"

"My parents," Jacob responds. "I've spent every day with them since I was born. This is the first time I havn't seen them in a day. I'll never forget them. I'm thinking of them now, I'll thunk of them during training and in the arena, and they'll be the last thought when I die."

"I'll miss the colour the most," Alli replies. "The golden wheat fields. They've been what I've grown up in, and what I've seen for sixteen years. What about you, Craig?"

"W-were here," I whisper softly.

"What did you say, I couldn't hear you," Alli asks, gently poking my shoulder.

"I said, we're here."

The other three turn slowly towards the window, gazing out. The cheeful conversation quickly dies out when we all realize that were all just a tad closer to death.


District 10: Catie Ferral, 14-

{C}My knees feel weak, my stomach feels like a tidal wave has rocked my stomach and my head is still spinning with shock.

"So," Elize's voice bellows out over the crowd of relieved teens, "please clap for the four District 10 tributes this year! Jake Dudds, Hunt Harris, Joanna Resler and Catie Ferral!"

I can't belive it, I just can't. My life- a fourteen year old life- is about to be brutally taken by some older kid in some damned arena. I loose control of me knees, and I collapse with a loud 'thud' onto the ground. Bringing my soft palms up to my eyes, I can't control my tearducts as liquid begins pouring out of my eyes and trickling down my face, leaving wet marks in ther path.

The waterworks continue even when the other three tributes kneel down beside me and begin comforting me. I don't even hear them though, I just sit their blubbering. I can't stop, it's so embarassing, but I just can't stop.


District 11: Alice Daniel, 15-

{C}"My name is Alice Daniel," I mutter out quietly into the microphone that my escort held up to my lips., "and I'm about to die. We all are; my friend Pricilla, she's going to die. Probably not going to last very long either, I mean, look at her. Liam Ford, he's gonna die as well. Probably brutally killed. Stabbed by careers. Shot by an arrow. Blown to pieces by explosives. Hypothermia, heathstroke, hunger, dehydration. Vicious mutts, maybe.

And Silas," I point over to the tall, cocky boy eyeing me like I'm some sort of crazy bitch, "he's gonna kill some people, no doubt about that." I quell is cocky grin, when I continue with, "but he's also going to die."

"I'm gonna die too. Probably earlier than all of them. I'm weak, I'm just a little girl. What chance do I stand? None. Really- none at all. Zero. So when we're all gone," I look out at the crowd, "I hope you remember us. And I hope you fight for us. Don't give up hope; never, under any circumstances, give up hope. Rebel for us; end this tyranny and save the future generations of children."

"Fight the peacekeepers," I straggle to breath as the very said monsters chase me across the stage, "rebel against President Nguyen. She's an evil, evil wo-", but I never get a chance to finish. I tall, burly peacekeeper slaps the microphone out of my hand, calls me a little bitch, and throws me into and locks me in the traincar.

I'm not worried though. I hear cheerin, clapping, the sounds of gunshots and breaking glass just outside the train. My little lips slowly purse into a happy grin, and I lean my head against the cool metal of the wall.

"Happy Hunger Games," I mumble quietly. "May the odds be ever in your favor. Do it for justice, District 11. Do it for me."


District 12: Aria Cammeliston, 16-

{C}I sit by myself in myself in my bedroom, glancing out at the Capitol stretching in all Directions below me. Slowly taking out my journal from the bedside cabinent, I begin scribbling my thinkings inside the blank, welcoming pages.

"So, I'm finally here in the famed Capitol," I begin, "and you know what; It's just as glamorous as everyone says it is. After getting off the train, we walked maybe a half a block, shielded from pedestrians of course, into the Training Centre. I saw glimpses and specks of the people from the Capitol. One woman had bright pink hair, red tattoos covering every inch of skin showing, honey golden eyes, and, I kid you not, a dog with electric blue fur. I also saw a glimspe of the other tributes. Four of us, two girls and boys. I saw jackets with numbers on them labeled 1-12. But, you know what, something doesn't feel just right. It's a Quarter Quell, and every Quarter Quell is different. The 25th games, peopel were voted in. 50th games, twice the number of tributes. And, the 75th, where previous victors were reaped and asked to compete in the games again. Every quell is different, and since the 50th games was double the number, something else is going on here. Something more. . . something I don't like. But, I don't really know. I'm too tired to think right now. Being reaped and torn away from your family has it's repurcussions. Seriously, I look like I've aged ten years already with the stress I've been through. But, you know, I can't really worry. I'm here and I have to do what I need to, to get home. I'll get a good nights sleep, gorge myself on delicious Capitol food, train and practice like a maniac, blow those judges socks off at the private training session, looks beautiful and charming at the interviews which will get me sponsors, ally with the careers, and kill them one by one. :3."

I tap my pen against my chin, thinking of what to say next.

"Well, anyways, this is the only entry I'm going to make here. My pre-games journal. I'll leave it here in the bedroom, and hopefully you next year tributes will read it and learn some tactics to hopefully help you in the games. Bless you all, and goodnight, -A.C."

The drawer creeks open as I quietly open it. I place the journal down softly, rubbing my thumb over the leathery exterior once more before closing the drawer forever, and drifting off into a ftiful night's sleep in the very city that I may loose my life in in three days time.


District 13: Alex Cole, 15-

I grit my teeth and spit at the feet of the peacekeepers dragging me away. I thrash and wriggle about, my brown hair flailing wildly. I'd scream and curse some more, but my voice is hoarse and abused. I can't believe those Capitol asshats, they agreed to leave us alone if we stayed out of the way. But no, they fuc**** went back on their word, just like the pus*** fuc**** bitches they are.

"H-h-hey," I manage to croak out to the peacekeepers gripping my arms tightly and slowly dragging my closer to the train door, "tell President Nguyen that when I win those games, I'm going to kill her and everyone she's ever loved. I'm also going to kill you, your wives and your kids," my throat rumbles out.

I feel fists crashing into my face, blood trickling down my nose and moistening my ragged clothes, then blackness.

And, the next thing I remeber is waking in a velvet encrusted prison, heading on train-tracks to a slaughterhouse, just like a cattle.


Capitol: Roseline Smith, 17-

I stroll into the Capitol Square, my wedges clopping like horses hooves agains the cobble. I wrap my felt coat tighter against my skinny frame. Grabbing a felt hat, I slip it over my smooth, silky brown hair, covering my ears. I'm sure every kid is wondering what the hell is going on right now, what with President Nguyen asking every child in the Capitol to gather infront of the Training Centre holding the kids for the next Hunger Games and all.

You know, I never really liked the Hunger Games. I always thought they were sick and degrading. But, of course I couldn't say anything. Going against the President like that would surely mean torture and death; and I wasn't a fan of that either.

"I'm sure your all wondering why your here," President Nguyen, a petite, very short Asian woman with thick, red rimmed glasses blurts out, "and I'm about to tell you. As you all now, I am the forty-ninth President of Panem, and the seventh to reign when the Hunger Games have existed. President Selane Carrols from 2400-2420, President Joseph Strauss from 2421-2439, President Miriam Tonerbee from 2440-2456, President Alder Craylett from 2457-2470, President Coriolanus Snow from 2471-2490, President Jeanna Grasslyn from 2491-2497, and me, President Shea Nguyen, who took presidency in 2498. It is now 2500, and it is now the 100th Hunger Games, and the 4th Quarter Quell."

"So," she continues, "I was struggling to decide what a good twist was for the games. I took four tributes from each District, as did the 50th Games. But that wasn't enough. Are you all aware of the destruction of District 13?" The crowd humms in acknowledgment, and I fidget with nervousness. "Well, they weren't actually destroyed. They threatened to destroy the Capitol with nuclear weapons. So, we let the live undergound,and made an agreement stating that if they stayed out of the way, they would be exempt from the games."

My eyes widen in shock, and I hear the murmurs of confusion sweep like a wave across the crowd.

"But, the Capitol attacked them in a moment of weakness. So, we now have four tributes from District 13 in this years Hunger Games."

The murmurs of confusion get even worse now.

"But, alas," President Nguyen continues on, "that still wasn't enough for me." "So," she says with a sly grin on her face, "I'm also sending four Capitol youths into the Hunger Games. That is all, have a good night, youth of the Capitol!"

The crowd of children is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. The President and her guards scurry away, and a typical Capitol citizen takes her place. My mind swims with agony and confusion, I'm speechless. She's. . . she's sending us in?

"Please, will the following young men and women follow me. For the boys- Ash Stronghold and Freddie Stills. And for the women- Cassandra Maple and. . . Roseline Smith."

My heart sinks, and I feel feint. My head swims even more than it did before. My heart can't take all the surprises- and the last thing I remember is seeing the sky, before, well, nothing.


Training Scores & Odds of Winning:

District: Name: Training Scores: Odds of Winning:
District 1 Gemmeline "Gem" Ree, 17 10 4-1
District 1 Veronica Greentail, 18 10 5-1
District 1 Paul Dranaryna, 18 10 5-1
District 1 Neo Torque, 18 11 3-1
District 2 Reny Granily, 16 9 5-1
District 2 Diana Tanner, 18 11 3-1
District 2 Mike Turino, 16 11 3-1
District 2 Gary Mitty, 15 8 6-1
District 3 Volta Electrica, 16 4 18-1
District 3 Clara Pearl, 16 6 16-1
District 3 Harry Grit, 18 4 20-1
District 3 Silus Watts, 18 5 12-1
District 4 Sarah Jones, 17 11 5-1
District 4 Kim Sey, 15 10 5-1
District 4 Mickey McAlister, 17 10 5-1
District 4 Dinnick Shawnies, 17 9 6-1
District 5 Mariana Frieds, 16 6 20-1
District 5 Anabelle Volt, 16 6 18-1
District 5 Zac Watt, 14 5 22-1
District 5 Josh Coral, 14 6 20-1
District 6 Vixen Dino, 17 6 17-1
District 6 Glade Frost, 15 7 8-1
District 6 Rory Lemner, 17 6 12-1
District 6 Gerrit Khone, 14 6 12-1
District 7 Isabella Lastor, 16 7 10-1
District 7 Adrianna Belseu, 16 8 6-1
District 7 James McFay, 16 7 12-1
District 7 James Rhoades, 15 7 13-1
District 8 Millie-Rose Agbar, 12 3 28-1
District 8 Sayn Twindlebreeze, 13 3 26-1
District 8 Lester Cross, 13 3 30-1
District 8 Jonathon Davis, 15 6 15-1
District 9 Allianna "Alli" Whittle, 16 7 9-1
District 9 Vanessa Doner, 15 6 10-1
District 9 Craig Darkthorn, 16 8 8-1
District 9 Jacob Wheats, 15 6 12-1
District 10 Joanna Resler, 16 6 10-1
District 10 Catie Ferral, 15 5 16-1
District 10 Hunt Harris, 16 5 15-1
District 10 Jake Dudds, 18 8 10-1
District 11 Alice Daniel, 15 2 35-1
District 11 Pricilla Traine, 15 2 30-1
District 11 Silas Stain, 17 9 4-1
District 11 Liam Ford, 14 5 14-1
District 12 Alexandra "Alex" Blake, 18 10 4-1
District 12 Aria Camelliston, 16 10 4-1
District 12 Mark Bannet, 12 7 12-1
District 12 Brandon Blackfin, 16 7 8-1
District 13 Alex Cole, 15 10 5-1
District 13 Jaquelyn Dione, 15 9 7-1
District 13 Zac Ashton, 16 7 10-1
District 13 Kade Icestream, 16 8 8-1
Captiol Roseline Smith, 17 8 4-1
Captiol Cassandra Maple, 16 8 5-1
Captiol Freddie Stills, 12 5 13-1
Captiol Ash Stronghold, 12 5 12-1

The Games:

Day 1: (So, I'm Not Completely Evil- President Nguyen)

Alice Daniel, D11, 15-

I hug my stylist, mentor and escort once more before I step into the clear glass tube. Soft clicks sound from inside the walls as the tube slowly rises. The first scent that hits my nose is fresh grass, meadows, wild-flowers and. . . fumes? The golden Cornucopia sits in the middle of a grassy meadow; but, on the horizon, clouds of smoke and smog thickly shroud the skies. I can seeb buldings that look like those in the Capitol. Is that was this year is, the Capitol?

Why my attention waning from my surroudings, I begin to hear shocked screams and mumurs. Looking around, I see kids with '13" and 'Capitol' signias stiched into their jackets. All right, not that shocking. I mean, it is a Quarter Quell, it's only natural for the president to do something crazy like this.

But then my vision is hit with something I wasn't expecting. Locus, my mentor, Lotus, my escort, and Ivette, my stylist, are all standing confusidly on pedestals just a few away from me. Not only do I see them, but. . . I see all of the escorts, stylists and mentors.

"Hello, tributes," the unmistakeable voice of President Nguyen calls out, "I'm sure your all wondering what everybody is doing here. Well, it's a Quarter Quell as you all know. I originally started reaping four tributes from each District, but the just didn't feel like enough." President Nguyen giggles wickedly for a second or two before reagining her compsure and starting again.

"So, I found District 13 and reaped four kiddies from there. Then, I did the same to the Capitol. But, you know," she sighs sarcastically, "it just didn't satisfy me enough. So, I thought why not include your adult friends! 14 people who have won the games, 14 people who help you look pretty for the games, and 14 people who reap you for the games!"

"But, as much as you think I might be, I'm not al-" the sound of an explosion cuts of the president and deafens my ears. A few pedastels over to my left, there sits a crater where a tribute once stood.

"Ahem! Well, people like Kikianna who faint all the time have no place in the games! Don't worry, we'll scrape what's left of her off the ground later. Back to the announcement!"

"So, I'm not completely evil! Why? Well, there will be four winners this year! The last remaining tribute, stylist, escort and mentor will survive! Also, the arena this year is based off of Panem itself! There is a section for every District, even 13. So, may the odds be ever in your favor!"

And then, the gong sounds.


Ayleta Hier, D8, 61-

I never imagined this would happne; being back in the games again. I was so very weak in my first games, and now that I'm much older, I'm eqaully weaker. The only reason I won in my first games is because I had people protecting me; my best friends. Lost so many years ago. . .

"I hope you two are resting well, Iuv and Sabrina," I huff, my lungs already stuggling to enclose breaths, "maybe I'll finally join you two."

As quickly as my 61 year old hips will carry me, I manage to make it to the outer rim of the Corncuopia. Grabbing a small bag, I shuffle away from the gore just as an escort with wily black hair and blue streaks spears the chest of one of the boys from 12. His blood spatters on surrounding bags and cases as he gurgles and goes silent.

I make it to the edge of the meadow when I hear a girls agonzied screams for help. I drop to my stomach and crawl through the thick grasses to a small clearing. I see two girls struggling and wrestling on the ground over a pack and some throwing knives. One girl, I don't regocnize.

The other is Sayn, a girl who I mentored. She's losing badly, I can tell. Her face is covered in slash marks and her nose is pouring out blood. One of her arms is twisted in a way arms shouldn't be able to physically bend. And the other girl; well, she barely has a scratch on her. I know I should help. . . but I really can't. If I went in a became the hero, I'd get us both killed. Wiping some tears forming at the edges of my time wisened eyes, I quietly crawl back to the edge of the meadow.

I hear screams coming from every direction. I can't tell if some are screams of death, screams of pain or fear. I try to block them out, but their like Jabberjays. They never stop, they're tortorous. I cover my ears as best as I can and slowly wander in to the Capitol. Luckily, I've been here a while, so I know my way around. And I'm heading straight in the Direction for my home turf; District 8.


Diana Tanner, D2, 18-

Blood from one of the male escortes drips from my mace as I swing widly at the tributes swarming the Corncuopia for supplies. Freddie, one of the Capitol boys, runs out of the Cornucopia with a pack and a machete. He doesn't get too far before his back is slashed by Neo and crumples to the ground. Sarah is over in the corner dueling with one of the girls from 7 over a pack, Kim chases after a boy from 8 who just killed Dinnick and many other tributes are clashing with eachother.

My face goes crashing forward and slams into the dewey ground as someone kicks me from behind. I feel a knife dig into my gut, spilling my blood everywhere.

I grab the ladies leg and pull her down. She tumbles and loses grip of her knife which is still embedded in my stomach. Pulling it out with a great deal of pain, I wrestle with lady. She has on heels with which she kicks at my stomach, piercing it and drawing copious amounts of blood.

"Get off me, you bit**," she screams, still attempting to kick me away. Taking her knife, I slash the back of her heel, severing one of her arteries. She shrieks in pain, and I take the opportuniy to shove the knife in her mouth. Stuggling to stretch her head away from the blade, she gives out muffled shrieks. I grab her brightly coloured hair and slam it forward onto the knife. Her moouth floods with blood, covering my hand. Dragging it out of her mouth, I wipe her own blood on her face and heave myself back up.

"Hey, Diana, are you okay?", Kim calls out.

"Fine, fine," I heave, "did you kill that 8 boy?"

"Yeah, I twisted his neck. The other boy from 8 tried to help him, but I decapitated him with the others sword," she says.

Lifting up my shirt, I look down at my chest. Fourteen or fifteen holes from that bitches heels litter my stomach, and suddenly I feel feint. I feel my eyes rolling back into my head; I feel my memory hazing. I feel the forces of gravity dragging me down to the earth. And then, just like the train ride. . .

I see and hear nothing.


Joanna Resler, D10, 16-

The District 10, 9 and 7 kids decided before the games to ally. We lost one of the James' from 7 after a stray arrow from that one District 2 girl pierced his neck. I'm pretty sure Anabelle from 5 killed Jacob; she was running away from his body with two bags and a bloody shirt.

"So, where should we go? I mean, we have an alliance between three different Districts.," Adrianna questions.

"Seven. If I know anything about 9 and 10, it's that there aren't many trees. Sure, food and water, but seven has that with the added benefits of shelter," Isabella retorts

We all agree. So, seven is our destination.

"Guys, the anthem's starting," one of the alliance members mutters, pointing up towards the sky.

2 female, 4 male, 7 male, both 8 males, 8 female, 9 male, 12 male, Capitol male, Capitol stylist, 8 escort and 12 escort.

"Guys," Catie whispers, "only twevle died in the bloodbath. There's still 86 of us left. . ."

I let the others murmur and converse, but I sit my edge against the side of the building, resting my eyes. It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'm able to win. . .


DAY 1 TRIBUTE STATISTICS:

The Career Pack (Gem, Veronica, Paul, Neo, Reny, Mike, Gary, Sarah, Kim, Mickey, Robin, Ty, Artimis, Samus, Rose, Gani, Topaz, Madeline and Oliver) have all the supplies they need. They have complete control of the Cornucopia and the meadow surrounding it. They are all fairly happy that they only lost two careers in the bloodbath. They are far more sorry for the death of Diana than they are Dinnick. None of them are seriously injured; just a few knicks and scratches here and there.

Clara, Harry and Silus formed an alliance. Clara obtained a pack with a mace, some dried fruits and nuts, five canteens of water and some bandages. Harry has a bow, 20 arrows and some water. Silus has a slingshot, 20 rocks and some food. They are currently camping out in the city, and are going to head to the lower coner of District 3.

Volta from District 3 and Roseline from the Capitol have allied. They managed to reach the top part of District 5, and are currently camping out in some woods. They have some wires, and axe, two daggers, four canteens, some dried meat and a flashlight.

Mariana from District 5 is by herself, and has only an axe and a canteen of water. She is in the north section of the Capitol, and is planning to head to District 9.

Anabelle is also by herself. She has a knife, water, dried fruit, burn and posion medicine and some chest armor. She is following Mariana.

Zac and Josh from 5 have allied with Millie-Rose from 8 and Alice from 11. Between them, they have a spear, a rope, a sword, a knife, 10 packs of dried meat and fruit, a flashlght, bandages, wound creme and seven canteens; two empty, five filled. They reached the top of District 3 and are camping out for the night. They are planning on heading to the beaches of District 4.

Vixen and Glade from 6 allied with Jerri, Trenton and Danny, the District 6 team. They have plenty of supplies and are camping just outside the meadows of the Cornucopia. They want to head to the wilderness.

Rory is allied with Jaquelyn and Zac from 13. They have plenty of supplies and are not camping the night, but rather heading directly to 13.

Gerrit is trapped in the Cornucopia. He went in to grab supplies and wait out the bloodbath, but he never got a chance to leave. He wants to see if the careers will ally with him.

Isabella, Adrianna and James from 7 are in an alliance with Alli, Vanessa and Craig from 9 and Joanna, Catie, Hunt and Jake from 10. They are all doing well, none have injuries and all have supplies. They are not resting, but rather hiking directly to the forrests of District 7.

Pricilla, Silas and Liam from 11 have, reluctantly and momentraily, agreed to ally. They have all expressed the desire to split as soon as possible, however.

Alexandra and Aria from 12 have allied and are planning on asking the careers to ally. They are both doing well in terms of supplies and healthiness.

Mark is hiding by himself in an abandoned Capitol building. He managed to grab nothing from the Cornucopia and he is very afraid for his life.

Alex from 13 is by herself, very near where Mark is hiding. She is somewhat banged up from her tussle with Sayn, but she has a pack with food, water, bandages and a knife.

Kade from 13, Cassandra and Ash from the Capitol, Rosie, Cleo, Willow, Fire Eyes and Lilly are all allied. They are doing well on resources and are planning on remaining in the Capitol.

Tatiana, Katelyn and Donna are all in an alliance. They are in the middle of District 6, camping in a hut. Katelyn broker her wrist after and altercation at the Cornucopia, but otherwise the three are doing fine. Donna has expressed the desire to find her tributes and ally with them.

Moss, Lotus, Shims and Eliza are allied. They have no supplies, and are cowering frightedly in a small Capitol building.

Relia and Brooklyn have allied and have managed to make it to District 2. They are camping in a quarry. Brooklyn has a crathed face from an altercation, but otherwise the two are fine.

Carter, Ivette and Diara are allied and are camping in the Capitol.

Ella and Frida are allied and are camping in a house on the escorts of District 8. They both have words, fruit and water.

Shiny and Samuel are allied and are hiding in some luxurious buildings on the ourskirts of District 1. They have food and weapons, but no water.

Ayleta is by herself. She has a small pack and a knife, and is heading towards District 8. She is still in the Capitol.

Rocker, Elize and Locus are allies, though have expressed they want to go their seperate ways.

Kasmine is by herself. She is hiding in the top floor of a building in the Capitol. She has two large packs and a spear.


Day 2: (So, So Stupid- Alli Whittle, D9, 16)

Alli Whittle, D9, 16-

The hot sun beats down on my body causing sweat to form on my brows. I pinch my bow taught and let an arrow fly. A cannon sounds as the career tumbles to the ground in a bloody heap.

Yes, the careers ambushed us in the middle of our break. I remember it vividly. Sitting under the shade of a large apple tree, resting my back against the hard bark. Adrianna and Isabella were chatting about if the District 7 here will look anything like home. My eyes were closed, my breaths were steady and calm and my mind was elsewhere, reliving happier times. The cool breeze swept through my hair, slightly chilling my overheated skin. My lips were taught and parched, my throat screamed for a drink of cold water. But we had to ration, we couldn't be greedy. An alliance of ten needs all the water we can get, and we barely had enough for everyone to have one canteen. I knew we could stipel water from the trees in District 7 once we got there, but it was still a whiles away. Obviously not as big as the real Panem, this fake one was huge. Hours and hours out of the Capitol, which was an adventure in itself, we were barely a quarter way through District 7.

We were all sitting there, so calmly. It was serene; clear skies, fresh air, chirps and murmurs of wildlife. I remember picking a wildflower from a meadow right before sitting under the tree. I don't know exactly what it was, but it smelled heavenly. It was fresh and airy, but the scent, it had a hint of spiciness in it. We were all eating bread and jerky from our packs and fresh apples from the tree.

We were foolish, really. Eating the apples? They could have been poisonous for all we knew. Lucky they weren't, but still. We were so, so stupid. Overconfident, really. We were loud and rambunctious. Laughing like we weren't in a battle to the death; we talked about our lives. We talked about our feelings, we shared and connected with each other. We were becoming closer and more friendly. That's always a terrible idea in the games, becoming friendly. Allies are fine, but friends. . . no. You know why, because you have to kill them. If you're the last two, oh well. You love that person like family, you say you'd never do anything to hurt them. But your mind takes you over, and you find your knife piercing their skin, digging into their muscles. You sense their vibes of fear and disappointment. You feel their warm blood staining your skin and clothes as a reminder of what you did. Their last memory on earth will be you ending their lives; betraying them.

Under that tree, we sang songs. We relaxed in an environment you should never relax in. We were trusting of each other, trusting of our lookout.

'No one can touch us,' we thought, 'an alliance of ten. We're the powerhouses of the arena. We're the bosses. The careers won't come after us, no, they have bigger fish to fry. We're not a problem for them,' we concurred. We joshed and jostled the worries in our group, convincing them all was okay. They let up and we wound down. We napped and snored, filled our bellies full of food.

No rush to get to safety, no hiking or advancing. Taking a break was a great idea that wasn't so. So, so stupid. What cocky, overconfident people think taking a break in the middle of a death arena is a good idea. Who thinks singing and laughing, making noises echo for miles won't bring danger?

I remember telling my allies that I was going to go lie down. Getting up from the tree, I stretched my muscles and rubbed my stomach. I walk slowly and tiredly into the meadow behind the tree. Smelling the scents wafting in the air. I remember lying down, rubbing the grass between my open fingers and toes. Closing my eyes, letting the soft morning sun caress me as I relaxed. Shutting out the world and closing my eyes. Yawning lazily, snuggling up to my arms.

Then I remember the cannon. The sound; it shattered me and my solitude. It was like an iron ball slamming into a fragile window. Getting up just in time to see the lookouts head slip off his shoulders. I remember seeing his blood soaked torso limp to the ground. Then the screaming started; the panicking. We were so unprepared, so shocked. . .

We didn't even have our weapons. Then the hail of arrows started. Sharp, metal tips glinting in the sun, blinding anyone looking at them. Like a storm, they rained down on us. The the cannons started the blur together as the battle started the brew. One of our girls crumpling to the ground as an arrow plunged into her gut, spilling her blood on the emerald grass. Another girl sticking limply to a tree as an arrow traveled through her skull and pinned her to the trunk.

I remember a boy and a girl fending off a career girl. The two lobbed off her arm before she sliced the neck of one. They both fell to the ground, their two cannons sounded together like a mockery. Neither were worthy of their own cannon, they needed only one. Foolish enough to not even be recognized as they passed.

I remember the girl running towards the woods by herself, blood flying off her face like rain on a slick surface. We scattered, we ran. I remember seeing boys and girls fleeing in every direction, adrenaline and fear coursing through their veins as their muscles worked and their hearts beat, desperately pumping blood to carry them away from death's door. The careers following after select member, tackling them to the ground. Blood curdling screams as another cannon sounded from someone unknown and doomed from the start, probably a career. It didn't sound like anyone I knew, they sounded older and mature, but what do I know.

Me, just standing in the damned meadow. Unnoticed from the carnage, seemingly spared for some reason. But I was ashamed, so, so ashamed. My fear rooted me in place, my legs and feet becoming part of the earth. I remember my legs shaking as wetness trickled down them; staining my pants and my confidence.

Then I remember Craig running towards me with my bow and arrows and his machete. The feel of the smooth, wooden bow slid into my palm. The look of fear and surprise on his face as pushed and urged me to move. But, I didn't. I stood there too afraid to move. Afraid to do anything, even look at him. Then I remember seeing a point push out of his mouth. His warm blood splattering onto my face. It entered my mouth, the irony flavor spread over my tongue.

The look in his eyes was worse this time. Dread. Pure, unadulterated dread. He looked at me with a look that screamed run. It pushed into me, entered my soul. Telling me to run, to get out of there before I die. Turning around just as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the ground.

Running for hours, vaguely aware of the career chasing me. My legs screamed and felt like they were on fire. My tears kept coming, forced through my dried and red tear ducts refusing to flow. My head pounded like someone bashing a hammer into my skull and my stomach felt like a snowglobe being shaken by a rowdy toddler. But I wouldn't stop, I couldn't. My feet pounded against the forest floor covered in crisp, fallen leaves. Splashing through trickling creeks and leaping over fell and moss covered trunks.

I remember that career boy finally catching up to me. Tackling me to the ground. The long gone scent of fresh blood replaced by the earthy scent of the soil filling my nose, mouth and eyes. I remember pushing my feet against his crotch then fumbling for the small knife in my jacket pocket. I remember smashing his face in with my boot and gouging out his eye with my knife.

Then I remember how he still got up and chased me, rage in his eyes. Pulling out the knife with a sickening squelching sound that made me lose my lunch onto my clothes and shoes. I remember my legs being too tired and weak to even comply with the force of fear.

And now I'm here. I'm alone, scared and afraid. Sitting next to the body of the boy who killed Craig and who tried to kill me. I'm sitting here, back against a tree, face in my hands. My very being convulsing and shaking with loneliness and immense fear as my body is racked with another wave of tears. My urine, sweat and bile stained clothes clinging to my body. Tatters of fabric tickling at bruised and bloodied skin as they flutter in the wind. My face covered in blood and vomit, my nose dislocated and shattered into multiple pieces. My legs limply lying underneath me, aching as if they were boiled in acid. My heart pumping and beating a million miles a second, refusing to stop. My skin is bubbling and sunburnt; covered in goosebumps from the chilling, almost nighttime air. My ratty hair sitting loosely in a bun on top of my head, moving slightly in the wind.

I'm all alone, my allies are dead and gone.

All. . . alone.

I hear the howl of mutts, probably wolves, and I lay there clutching my skin. I don't really care, they can come for me if they want. I'm by myself, too tired to move. Too tired to feel afraid anymore. Already wishing this was over, I let my body go limp. I think of home; I think of how foolish I was to feel safe and let my guard down for even a minute. Look at me, I'm pathetic. If I could tell future tributes one thing, just one thing, I know what it would be.

Never let your guard down. Don't feel safe, don't get comfy. You'll end up here. Tattered and broken, ready to die and get it done with. Covered in your own mess, lonely, your last thoughts ones of self-criticism and hate and loathe and fear.

All. . . alone.


Ayleta Hier, D8, 61-

I ignore the flurry of cannons. I'm too old and experienced to be frightened by them anymore. 61 years I've been hearing those cannons. Years before I was in the arena, I heard them on the television. I heard one for my sister, ones for every childhood friend I've ever had, one for my cousin, ones for people I never knew.

I heard them during the arena. Ones for people I killed, ones for strangers, ones for my best friends Iuv and Sabrina.

I hear them after I won. 44 years of hearing cannons for the children I mentored and grew attached to. Hundreds of cannons from other poor kids torn away from families. I hear cannons for my brothers children. I even heard cannons for my own children.

'I can't be shocked anymore, can I?' I always told myself.

But I was wrong. Perching atop a hill as I slowly shuffle towards District 8, I see something I never expected I would.

In a meadow filled with wildflowers and other flora, stood wonders I never thought my eyes would lay upon again. Illuminated and glowing as if the images were created by the moon, stood people. See through and blurry, but people none the less. Those people. .

Iuv and Sabrina, standing hand in a hand with the children I lost years ago.

My family.


DAY 2 TRIBUTE STATISTICS:

The Career Pack (Gem, Veronica, Paul, Neo, Reny, Mike, Sarah, Mickey, Robin, Ty, Samus, Rose, Gani, Topaz, Madeline and Oliver) ambushed the 7, 9 and 10 alliance. They battle raaged and ended. They are mourning the loos of three of their members, but celebrating the many kills.

Clara, Harry and Silus formed an alliance. Clara obtained a pack with a mace, some dried fruits and nuts, five canteens of water and some bandages. Harry has a bow, 20 arrows and some water. Silus has a slingshot, 20 rocks and some food. They are currently camping out in the city, and are going to head to the lower coner of District 3.

Volta from District 3 and Roseline from the Capitol have allied. They managed to reach the top part of District 5, and are currently camping out in some woods. They have some wires, and axe, two daggers, four canteens, some dried meat and a flashlight.

Mariana from District 5 is by herself, and has only an axe and a canteen of water. She is in the north section of the Capitol, and is planning to head to District 9.

Anabelle is also by herself. She has a knife, water, dried fruit, burn and posion medicine and some chest armor. She is following Mariana.

Zac and Josh from 5 have allied with Millie-Rose from 8 and Alice from 11. Between them, they have a spear, a rope, a sword, a knife, 10 packs of dried meat and fruit, a flashlght, bandages, wound creme and seven canteens; two empty, five filled. They reached the top of District 3 and are camping out for the night. They are planning on heading to the beaches of District 4.

Vixen and Glade from 6 allied with Jerri, Trenton and Danny, the District 6 team. They have pletny of supplies and are camping just outside the meadows of the Cornucopia. They want to head to the wilderness.

Rory is allied with Jaquelyn and Zac from 13. They have plenty of supplies and are not camping the night, but rather heading directly to 13.

Gerrit is trapped in the Cornucopia. He went in to grab supplies and wait out the bloodbath, but he never got a chance to leave. He wants to see if the careers will ally with him.

The 7, 9 and 10 alliance broke up during an ambush. Many died and everyone who was not killed fled into the surrounding forrest. The whereabouts of Isabella, Adrianna, James and Joanna are unknown. Alli is by herself in a forest, close to death.

Pricilla, Silas and Liam from 11 have, reluctantly and momentraily, agreed to ally. They have all expressed the desire to split as soon as possible, however.

Alexandra and Aria from 12 have allied and are planning on asking the careers to ally. They are both doing well in terms of supplies and healthiness.

Mark is hiding by himself in an abandoned Capitol building. He managed to grab nothing from the Cornucopia and he is very afraid for his life.

Alex from 13 is by herself, very near where Mark is hiding. She is somewhat banged up from her tussle with Sayn, but she has a pack with food, water, bandages and a knife.

Kade from 13, Cassandra and Ash from the Capitol, Rosie, Cleo, Willow, Fire Eyes and Lilly are all allied. They are doing well on resources and are planning on remaining in the Capitol.

Tatiana, Katelyn and Donna are all in an alliance. They are in the middle of District 6, camping in a hut. Katelyn broke her wrist after and altercation at the Cornucopia, but otherwise the three are doing fine. Donna has expressed the desire to find her tributes and ally with them.

Moss, Lotus, Shims and Eliza are allied. They have no supplies, and are cowering frightedly in a small Capitol building.

Relia and Brooklyn have allied and have managed to make it to District 2. They are camping in a quarry. Brooklyn has a scratched face from an altercation, but otherwise the two are fine.

Carter, Ivette and Diara are allied and are camping in the Capitol.

Ella and Frida are allied and are camping in a house on the outskirts of District 8. They both have swords, fruit and water.

Shiny and Samuel are allied and are hiding in some luxurious buildings on the ourskirts of District 1. They have food and weapons, but no water.

Ayleta is by herself. She has a small pack and a knife, and is heading towards District 8. She is at the top of the hill when she sees some interesting figures in the distance. . .

Rocker, Elize and Locus are allies, though have expressed they want to go their seperate ways.

Kasmine is by herself. She is hiding in the top floor of a building in the Capitol. She has two large packs and a spear.


Day 3: (But, I'm not Ready to go Home Yet- Ayleta Hier, D8, 61)

Aria Camelliston, D12, 16-

"So, what your saying is that you'd rather be from a richer Career district and be an ass than be from District 12 and be decent?"

I turn my head over to the taller girl walking slowly next to me. My eyes bore into with a questionable look, and I can tell she's uncomfortable. I raise my left hand and cover it loosely over my eyes, my sword limply hanging in my other hand. Really, I don't know how people have managed to make it out of the Capitol already. I've never been here, so I don't know my way out. It's like a fuc**** maze; so many backstreets and hidden allyways. I swear, Alexandra and I have been down every major road in the goddamn city, and we still haven't managed to find out way out. I guess that's where the Capitol tributes get their advantage from, because it sure as hell isn't strength or intelligence.

"Yeah," the other girl finally responds, "I'd rather be from a richer district. I mean, yeah, District 12 is my home, but I don't know if that can top being comfortable and having food." Her green eyes glow in the sun as she swivels her head towards me. I slip my sword into my backpack before connecting my hands and lifting them behind my head. I close my eyes and take deep breaths of the air, walking in silence for a few minuets. I guess I get where she's coming from, but I'm proud of where I was born. Sure, it may be disgusting, poor, violent and all around terrible, but it's my home.

"Hey, do you think we could take a break, this sun is killing me," Alexandra huffs out after a few minuets. I agree, and after nodding my head, we diverge from the road and settle under a canvas overhang on an abandoned shop.

"You want any food," I question as I settle down and begin digging through my pack, "I'm sure we have plenty."

"Be quiet," Alexandra says.

"Excu-"

"Shush. Do you hear that," she whispers as she pushes her finger in front of her lips.

I strain my ears to hear whatever it is she is.

My eyes light up. "Wimpering," I whsiper, as she nods her head. She mouths at me tograb my weapon, and I comply with excitement. I'm about to make my first kill!


Kasmine Lunder, D12, 15-

My eyes flutter open as I hear the sounds of a scuffle from somewhere down below. I stretch and warm up my sleepy muscles as I shuffle towards the large window. From up on the 100th floor, I can see almost anything in the city. I can even see the outskirts of a couple of the outlying Districts. But, I'll never go to any of them. I'll be far safer here in the Capitol.

My eyes scan over the farrago of buildings clustered together tightly. Gray, gray, gray as far as the eye can see. For how flashy people from the Capitol dress, their buildings are sure ugly as all get out.

I can't seem to find where the fighting is coming from until I see a flash of bronze and red colored jackets from almost directly below my building. I can see what looks like two girls chasing a group of four others. They look flashy, so they're probably from the Capitol, but the other looks quite normal.

I continue my peepshow of sorts as I witness one of the Capitol's trip over an overturned concrete slab and consequently have a sword slice her back.

BOOM. The cannon shakes the glass window as it blares off from an unknown source. The battle below me rages on as one of the two girls takes a knife swipe to the face but continues her flurries of slashes and stabs.

Another one of the Capitol's goes down as a girl lets an arrow fly loose and it plants itself in it's target's stomach. But something weird is happening. Everyone in the fight below suddenly stops dead in their tracks. The two girls and the two remaining from the other alliance's heads are all upturned and peering at the sky with terror.

Slowly, I peer up at the sky.

Only a mile or so from where we are, the sky is black as night. What looks like the biggest tornado and dust-storm mixture I've ever witnessed is fastly approaching us. The people below me scatter as the storm comes closer. I can see trees swaying wildly in the winds, and rain begins to shower down and pelt the window like rocks.

I scatter to my feet and gather my supplies as quickly as possible. Being in a building during as storm like this is a smart idea, but being in a 100 story tall and wobbly building during a storm like this is a very, very bad idea.

I fly down the stairs four or so at a time as I begin to feel the bulding wobble. I trip as the building begins the shake wildly, and my head slams into a concrete fall of the stairwell. After a couple of minuets of waning in and out of consciousness, I begin to feel weightless. Before I black out, I determine that the building is collapsing and I'm falling with it.

Crap. That's a very bad thing. I barely hear another cannon ring out, but I don't know whose it is. I know it's not mine, because, well, I'm alive. But. . .

I wonder.


Alex Cole, D13, 15-

I wipe the blood off of my axe with the soft fabric from my shirt. I managed to kill two of the kids from District 3. I only let the other kid go because he punched me in the fuc**** face.

I lift my hand towards my nose and I sickeninly crack it back into place with a pop. Groaning in discomfort, I veer of the jungle path when I hear the trickling of a fresh creek. Getting to District 13 can wait, what I really need right now is a cold drink of water and a bath. Seriously, I feel and look disgusting. My clothes and skin are caked in dirt, blood and God knows what else.

I'm sure I smell terrible as well, so after a couple of seconds of searching through the thick trees, I relish the sight of the scene before me. A beautiful, and thankfully not very tall waterfall flows over slick marble colored rocks before falling a few feet and splashing delicately into a series of crystal clear pools of water.

I can see little fish jet about under the waters surface, and the bed of the pools appear to be millions of tiny pebbles.

I walk over to a small stand of trees and begin removing my clothes. First, my jacket and shirt. It already feels refreshing as the crusty and disgusting fabric slips off my delecate skin. I then slip of my boots and socks, then my pants, then my. . . well you dont need to know.

Point is, all, and I mean ALL, of my clothes are now off my body. I set my pack gently next to my clothes as I jauntily sway over to the pools of water, bringing my axe along with me just incase I need it. I can feel the dirt and stink melt off me as I submerge in the water, letting in ebb up to my neck. I dip my head under the water and run my fingers through my hair, gentling untangling the knots as I go.

My head emerges from the water and I slowly shake the water off of my face. I can't tell you the feeling of washing yourself after three days of not cleaning. It's like beign born anew, you feel like a different person. I rub my feet gently as I swim over to the waterfall, trying to relieve the knots that had built up in them from constant use. As soon as I get to the waterfall, I crany my neck back as I let the cool water gently splash into my face.

I open my mouth slightly and I let some of the water gently trickle down my throat. The coolness is refreshing, and as soon as I've had my fill of the liquid, I move out from underneath the falls.

I can immediately tell something is off. The air seems to have grown heavy and dangerous. I begin to quickly swim towards the shore and my axe before I hear it. Growling, roaring. Deep, angry growling. My pace quickens with fright, but I hear leaves rustling. Out from the shrubbery bounds a large bear mutt. It's teeth are like spikes; their huge and sharp. White foam seems to spill from the bears mouth as it charges after me. It's eyes are red and glow even in the daylight.

It crashes into the water just as I reach the shore. I fumble for my axe as it takes my leg in it's jaw. I shriek out as the worst pain I've ever felt courses through my leg. I can feel it's teeth sink into and tear through the muscle in my leg, just above my foot. I hear the horrible crunch of bones as it rips through and takes off my foot just as I grasp my axe and swing it at the bear.

My ae penetrates it's skull and kills it, but my ordeal is far from over. My foot is completely detatched from my leg, and the wound is bleeding profusely. I slowly and painstakingly drag my naked body over sharp stones towards my pack and clothes by the stand of trees. My stomach and calfs are being torn to shreds by the stones, but I need to wrap up my foot or else I'll die from bloodloss.

I manage to reach where I think I left my things, but as I wipe my wet hair out of my field of vision, my heart sinks even lower into my chest.

Everything I have is gone. My pack, my filthy clothes, everything. A little message is carved into a tree trunk directly in front of me that reads:

"Sorry I took your things, but I didn't have any and you were a little too busy to notice me. -Fellow tribute, fighting for survival."

Damn them all to hell.


Millie-Rose Agbar, D8, 12-

Everyone is my group lets out squeels of joy as our feet finally connect with the soft sands of the beeches of District 4. We all run towards the shore, ready for a little relaxing.

Zac, Alice and I sit in the sand about 20 or so feet from the shore as Josh runs out in front of use giddily.

"Guys, watch me, I'm gonna do a cannonball," he screams as he slips his boots and socks off, tossing the over in a heap. He removes his pants, shirt and jacket, leaving him wearing only his boxers. The three of us huddle together and lean our heads on each others shoulders as we wait expectantly for the show to unfold.

"You guys ready for this amazingness," he calls again, bouncing just outside of the water.

"Yeah, go on ahead and impress us," Alice shouts out, a large grin adorning her face.

The cannon that sounds as soon as he steps forth into the water is soul-breaking. The sight before us is far worse. Josh's body is shaking and convulsing as millions of volts of electricity course through his system. His skin rapidly cooks and blackens almost as fast as it peels off his body. His skin smokes and sizzles as his hair begins to disintegrate as well. His body convulses for a few more seconds before it stops all together, and his charred remains tumble into the water.

"F-fu**," I choke out as the other two beside me react similarly. Zac covers his head with his hands, quickly jolts up and begins to clamber away. Alice begins sobbing as she clutches onto my chest and sobs into my stomach. All I can do is sit, staring at what is left of Josh with a blank stare.

Then, the rumbling happens. It feels like a massive earthquake is shaking the earth just below out feet. Alice grabs my shoulders and pulls me to the ground, covering me with her slightly bigger body. But. . . but it's not an earthquake.

Out from the ground surrounding us, four large, metal walls begin to emerge from the sand. They tower up hundreds of feet as sand on the top ledges tumbles off and falls to the ground. The walls are slick and there aren't footholds of any sort to grasp. The walls surround us in a large square shape, giving us about 400 feet of beach to move around. There aren't any windows in the walls, but there is no roof, so everything is still visible. There is a large slit towards the back of the box that lets the ocean water still file in, but theres no way out of there unless you want to get fried.

"Well," a female voice, probably the head gamemaker, booms out, "I have a little message for Zac, Millie-Rose and Alice. Everyone else in the arena can ignore this message and go back to slaughtering each other. Okay, so as you three know, the water here is electrified. Take a look at those charred remains of that Josh kid if you don't believe me," she giggles wildly before regaining her composure.

"Anywhoo, we have a little surprise for you three! In, hmm, 24 hours, the ocean water will completely fill this box you three are trapped in. Only one of you can make it out of this box alive. You three must kill eachother until only one of you is alive. That person will be able to flee after the walls sink back into the ground. However, if two of you are not dead in the next 24 hours, you will all be fried by that nasty, nasty ocean water. Good luck," she giggles out again before all goes silent.

The three of us stare at one an other. Only momentarily though, as everyone, including me, bolts for their respective packs and weapons.


Ayleta Hier, D8, 61-

I shuffle as fast I can to my family, slamming into the in a tight embrace.

I sob out, "It's. . . it's so great to see you all again."

"Iuv and Sabrina, just as I remembered you guys. Marka, my sister, just as adorable as you were when you passed. Jini and Carle, my two children. I've longed for the day when I would be able to see you two again," I mumble between muffled tears as I ruffle their hair and kiss them gently on the tops of their heads.

"And Rory, my cousin. Just as fit as you always were," I whisper, embracing them all tightly.

But they don't return the love. They pull away from me, and their legs seem to all disappear. The are replaced by ghostly clouds as the figures of all of my loved ones fly backwards as if pulled by strings. Their arms seem to elongate as they grasp hands and form a large circle around me.

I watch unshocked, as I was expecting this, as their eyes slowly melt out of their skulls. What once where in the eyesockets are replaced only with glowing, eerie red eyes. Their jaws seem to unhinge from one an other like a snakes as their heads tilt almost completely back. Their teeth elongate into sharp spikes as their faces seem to contort into ghostly forms.

The hair on their heads begins to wip around wildly as if in a windstorm, and they slowly begin floating in a circular motion, arms still connected. The whir around faster and faster until they all become a blur to my eyes. The earth below them begins to break apart as they seem to stretch upwards to the skies.

I listen with a grin plastered on my face as they chant at me with ghostly echoes of voices.

"It's time to go home Ayleta," they continue to chant and giggle as their spinning becomes more rapid. I stand in the center of the circle enjoying the spectacle for a few seconds before the grin adorning my face becoms even wider. I take a deep breath of the freshly circulated air as I slowly walk over to my pack and pick up my weapons.

I limber my muscles and stretch them slightly as I hold the bow taught and aim towards one of the figures.

"You know, it was really great seeing you all again. You just as I remembered every one of you, and the few brief moments I got to spend with you again I will cherish for the rest of my life," I whisper to myself. . .

"but I'm not ready to go home yet."


DAY 3 TRIBUTE STATISTICS:

The Career Pack (Gem, Veronica, Paul, Neo, Reny, Mike, Sarah, Mickey, Robin, Ty, Samus, Rose, Gani, Topaz, Madeline and Oliver) are back at the Cornucopia resting.

Silus is now by himself after his allies were killed by Alex. He is somewhere in District 3.

Volta and Roseline have decided to stay in the woods of District 5. They are both doing alright.

Mariana has reached District 9. She hasn't seen anyone in 3 days, but she is doing all right on supplies.

Anabelle is still following Mariana.

Zac, Millie-Rose and Alice are all trapped in a large metal box on the beaches of District 4. If they kill eachother until only one is left, that person will escape the box. However, if they don't kill eachother, they will all be electrocuted by the water.

Vixen, Glade, Jerri, Trenton and Danny are currently in the outskirts of District 8. They have almost reached the wilderness.

Rory, Jaquelyn and Zac (13) have almost reached the ruins of District 13.

Gerrit is still trapped in the Cornucopia. He has plenty of food and water because the Cornucopia is stocked with it, but he is afraid to move.

The whereabouts of Isabella, Adrianna, James and Joanna are still unknown at present. Alli is by herself in a forest, close to death.

Pricilla, Silas and Liam have broken up the alliance and have gone their seperate ways.

Alexandra and Aria from 12 are hiding out in some buildings in the Capitol as a storm rages through the city streets.

Mark is hiding by himself in an abandoned Capitol building.

Alex from 13 is alone somewhere in the woods near District 13. She is severely injured after a bear mutt bit off her foot. During the altercation, someone stole her supplies and clothes, leaving her without food or water. She is also stark naked, leaving her vulnerable to the cold and elements. The only thing she has in her possesion is an axe.

Kade, Cassandra, Ash, Rosie, Cleo, Willow, Fire Eyes and Lilly are all allied. They are doing well on resources and are planning on remaining in the Capitol.

Tatiana, Katelyn and Donna are all still in the same village in District 6 tending to Katelyn's wrist.

Lotus and Eliza are somewhere in the Capitol taking shelter from a storm and mourning the loss of Moss and Shims.

Relia and Brooklyn are still in the quarry, and they are doing well on supplies.

Carter, Ivette and Diara are sheltered somewhere in the city from a storm.

Ella and Frida abandoned the house in District 8 and have made their way to a village in District 7.

Shiny and Samuel are still in the houses in District 1.

Ayleta is by herself, surrounded by the demonic mutts of her family.

Rocker, Elize and Locus have not yet seperated. They are now camping in a village in District 12.

Kasmine is unconscious, buried in the rubble of the building she was in after in collapsed during a storm.


Day 4: (I'm going to fuc**** kill you- Alex Cole, D13, 15)

NOTE: This chapter is heavy with mature language, please be cautionary.


Kasmine Lunder, D12, 15-

The darkness under the rubble pile is pierced through by rays of sunshine filtering through the cracks in the concrete slabs. I bat my long eyelashes, trying desperately to clear the ever-present dust from entering my eyes. My voice is hoarse from my constant screams of help. I know it's a stupid idea to yell for help in a game where the objective is the murder eachother, but everyone here can't possibly be that cruel.

'Damn these rocks,' I mutter under my breath, painfully twisting my neck to observer the chunks of stone pinning my limbs down, basically entombing me in a concrete prison. I can still feel the blood from my upper and lower limbs soaking the rubble a crimson hue, and I can barely move my torso without sending waves of pain shooting through my body. It's almost sickening, feeling the fragmented and crushed bones drift and scrape through my torn and bloody limbs.

I know that if I don't get help soon, I'll die a slow, painstaking death. God, trapped for days perhaps under tons of stone, being slowly crushed to death. Bleeding out, suffocating or dehydration could claim my life first, though. You know, with me in the games, I never thought I'd die like this. A fucking collapsing building. . . I thought I'd at least get to fight someone to the death, but no.

Crushed. That's my fate. Oh, and I found out who that poor kid was that I heard dying during the storm. Mark, I think his name is. I'm pretty sure it's him anyways. It's really hard to tell when I can barely see my own chest, but judging by the mangled and bloody corpse in a similar position as me, only a few feet away, I've had a while to try and figure out who it was. He's from my District, it's sad. The first death in a District, what an honor. Poor kid must've been camping on a lower floor than me, probably completely unaware there was even a storm.

That scares me. You're just sitting there, minding your own business one second, and you're dead, gone, forgotten the next.

However, I don't have time to contemplate my life and eventaul death when I hear the sound of rubble being pushed away and timbling towards the ground. The light begins to become brighter and brighter and my vision goes white with the oncoming rush of sunlight. I blink, and blink, and blink until my vision finally becomes clear, and I see faces.

Many faces. Too many faces. And very, very unwelcoming faces.

The faces of the Careers.


Jaquelyn Dione, District 13, 15-

Rory, Zac and I dump the bags from that stupid bathing girl onto the grounds of our camp. It contains, of course, the usual supplies. And it's lucky we found her when we did, because we were seriously running out of supplies.

"Hey," Rory whispers to us as he tries to hold down his giggles, "do you think that stupid bitch got eaten by that bear mutt we saw?"

"I hope so," Zac replies, grin already adorning his features spreading, "it's one less competetor in these fucked up games, right?"

I guess I don't share the same king of glee that the boys do for stealing her supplies. Sure, it was lucky and for my survival, but. . . but maybe we wen't a little far. Not that stealing supplies is worse than killing eachother, but she could've really used them. My troubled mind swirls and storms like a typhoon, and I suddenly feel exhausted.

"Hey boys," I stutter as I qucikly stand up, brusing the dirt off my olive green pants, "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to head off to bed."

"You're not fucking going anywhere, you dirty fucking bitch," a strangled voice clambers out from somewhere in the darkness."

Zac and Rory jump up, hands gripping their weapons as they push me behind them for protection. Typical boys, protecting the weak girl. I don't complain though, they'll keep me safe from whatever dumbass girl is deciding she can take on the three of us.

But the said girl who limps slowly out of the woods is not who, or what I suspected. A soaking wet Alex, hair wild and matted clingind to her muddied and dirty face, shielding her fiery eyes from our view. She's completely naked, and her thighs are swollen, reddened and covered in open, bleeding wounds. What I see next almost makes me sick to my stomach. Where her foot used to be is now a mass of dripping, obviously gangrenous flesh.

"You pieces of shit. You fucking cowards," she bellows out, bloodied salvia flying from her mouth, "you steal my shit and leave me to get fucking mauled to death by a ravenous bear?"

"Now," she girts out, motioning towards Rory," I don't know who the fuck you are, and I couldn't really give one either. But you two, especially you, Jaquelyn," she glares at me, venom seeping through her icy stare," just because we're in a game that makes you kill eachother, doesn't mean it's okay to steal and almost get your best fucking friend killed."

I drop to my knees and my head slumps into my hands, my tears beginning to freely flow. I. . . I robbed and also almost killed my best friend? Why dit it have to be her. It could have been anyone but her, my friend, my best friend.

"Al-Alex," I choke out through my tears, "we did-didn't knwo it w-was y-"

"Shut up, bitch," she interjects, "do you know what I'm going to do to you three?" She waits for a response, eying us daringly from under her matted locks.

"I'm going to fucking kill you."


DAY 4 TRIBUTE STATISTICS-

The Career Pack (Gem, Veronica, Paul, Neo, Reny, Mike, Sarah, Mickey, Robin, Ty, Samus, Rose, Gani, Topaz, Madeline and Oliver) are digging Kasmine from out under the rubble.

Silus is now by himself after his allies were killed by Alex. He is somewhere in District 3.

Volta and Roseline have decided to stay in the woods of District 5. They are both doing alright.

Mariana has reached District 9. She hasn't seen anyone in 4 days, but she is doing all right on supplies.

Anabelle is still following Mariana.

Zac, Millie-Rose and Alice are all trapped in a large metal box on the beaches of District 4. If they kill eachother until only one is left, that person will escape the box. However, if they don't kill eachother, they will all be electrocuted by the water.

Vixen, Glade, Jerri, Trenton and Danny are currently in the outskirts of District 8. They have almost reached the wilderness.

Rory, Jaquelyn and Zac (13) have almost reached the ruins of District 13, and are currently being confronted by Alex.

Gerrit is still trapped in the Cornucopia. He has plenty of food and water because the Cornucopia is stocked with it, but he is afraid to move.

The whereabouts of Isabella, Adrianna, James and Joanna are still unknown at present. Alli is by herself in a forest, close to death.

Pricilla, Silas and Liam have broken up the alliance and have gone their seperate ways.

Alexandra and Aria from 12 are hiding out in some buildings in the Capitol as a storm rages through the city streets.

Alex from 13 is confronting Jaquelyn, Zac (13) and Rory at their camp.

Kade, Cassandra, Ash, Rosie, Cleo, Willow, Fire Eyes and Lilly are all allied. They are doing well on resources and are planning on remaining in the Capitol.

Tatiana, Katelyn and Donna are all still in the same village in District 6 tending to Katelyn's wrist.

Lotus and Eliza are somewhere in the Capitol taking shelter from a storm and mourning the loss of Moss and Shims.

Relia and Brooklyn are still in the quarry, and they are doing well on supplies.

Carter, Ivette and Diara are sheltered somewhere in the city from a storm.

Ella and Frida abandoned the house in District 8 and have made their way to a village in District 7.

Shiny and Samuel are still in the houses in District 1.

Ayleta is by herself, surrounded by the demonic mutts of her family.

Rocker, Elize and Locus have not yet seperated. They are now camping in a village in District 12.

Kasmine is trapped under rubble.


Day 5:

Ella Maciette, D5, 32-

I slowly brush my platinum blonde hair out of my eyes as I run my calloused fingers over the cool and rigid metal of the window covers. With the dim light emanating from the slowly melting candle in my hand, I illuminate the area around me, taking in the familiar surroundings. After surviving the bloodbath, Frida, my longtime friend and I, made our way to the District 6 area. Sadly for us, it was a dangerous, murky, shi*hole of a District overrun with mutts and traps. So, braving the dense woods, surely filled with heaven knows what sort of horrific mutts and vicious tributes, we made our way to the District 7 area.

Scouring the villages for a few hours we found a great little cottage and got to work on improving it's structure. Now, Frida and I may just be escorts from the Capitol, used to an overly luxurious lifestyle, but we know how to take care of ourselves. Frida set up snares near the edges of our area to capture food, and I created a rain and dew catching system to replenish our water supplies. We also stripped many of the other cottages in the area of vital supplies. Using sheets of metal and chain we found in one house, we created hard metal covors for the inside of the windows that we leave open in the daytime to allow sunlight to filter in and close at nighttime to keep mutts or tributes out.

We're smart in that, as opposed to using fire, which can give off ones position so easily, we use the dim light from candles we scourged from another neighboring cottage.

The sharp clink of the last metal sheet snapping into its holder brings me back into reality. I've gotten so used to doing this routine, that I suppose I don't even need to be conscious to perform it. My bare feet scrape the usted concrete floor as I tiredly suffle over to my creaky cot I found already occupying this cottage. I look over to my friend Frida, already softly snoring in a cot adjacent to mine.

It's such a shame that both of us can't make it out of here alive, but I'll save that problem for another day. I also glance over to to the new occupants of our little survival shelter, a group of tributes supposedly attacked by the careers.

The little rag-tag group of five came tumbling into our camping area. Four of the tributes, Adrianna, Isabella, James and Joanna we're dragging another severly wounded girl, Alli, trying desperately to keep her alive. The conscious tributes explained to Frida and I that they we're attacke by the careers, and got seperated. Eventaully, the four survivng of the group located eachother, and wen't searching for Alli. When they found her, they continued, she was barely clinging to life.

Now, again, I don't mean to bost or anything, but my medical skills aren't exactly shabby, so I got to work on her. I never really knew if she was going to die, that's how injured she was. Any moment she could lose the struggle and will to survive. I glance over at her sleeping form, and shudder. The possibility of death is still very real for that poor girl. But, she's managed to survive this long, so she may be tougher than any of us realize.

"Attention, tributes," a voice rings out across the arena, snapping me back from my thoughts, "I, president Nguyen, have an announcment to make. Being the generous and caring president I am, I have decided on a little rule change. Due to the high ammount of tributes this year, I have decided to let more than one person win from each group. Before, only one tribute, escort, stylist and mentor could win. Now, that is not the case. Four reaped tributes may now win, as they have the largest volume of competitors. Two from the escorts, stylists and mentors may now make it out of the arena with their lives. That is all, please resume your entertaining killing of your fellow man, my little piggies."

Why I ever enjoyed living in the Capitol is now beyond me. However, I can't help the grin spreading across my face, as now Frida and I have the chance to make it out alive.

Together.






UPDATE

UPDATE: So, all of you have probably forgotten this blog exists, but for those of you who haven't, it will be resumed shortly. I will not write it, however, as I am leaving the blog. I am in the works of recruiting someone to finish for me. Do not worry, for they will not change the story. I already planned out who dies/wins etc. . .


UPDATE UPDATE: :P

As you may have read in the comments, I am not writing the rest of these games. I am, however, going to release a death list so people know the winners of these games in about an hour. <3


FINAL DEATH LISTS:

REAPED TRIBUTES:


Place (Tributes): Overall (Out of 98) Name: District: How they were killed: By who:
56th 97th/98 Brandon Blackfin, 16 12 Speared in the chest Rose Spawell
55th 96th/98 Sayn Twindlebreeze, 13 8 Choked to death Alex Cole
54th 94th/98 Freddie Stills, 12 Capitol Slashed back Neo Torque
53rd 93rd/98 Dinnick Shawnies, 17 4 Sliced neck Jonathon Davis
52nd 91st/98th Jonathon Davis, 15 8 Twisted neck Kim Sey
51st 90th/98 Lester Cross, 13 8 Decapitated Kim Sey
50th 89th/98 Diana Tanner, 18 2 Blood loss Sparkle Trace
49th 88th/98 James Rhoades, 16 7 Arrow to the neck Reny Granily
48th 87th/98 Jacob Wheats, 15 9 Stabbed in the back Anabelle Volt
47th 86th/98 Jake Dudds, 18 10 Decapitated Neo Torque
46th 85th/98 Vanessa Doner, 15 9 Arrow to the gut Reny Granily
45th 84th/98 Catie Ferral, 14 7 Arrow to the head Gem Ree
44th 83rd/98 Hunt Harris, 16 10 Sliced neck Kim Sey
43rd 82nd/98 Kim Sey, 15 4 Lost arm/blood loss Hunt Harris
42nd 80th/98 Craig Darkthorn, 16 9 Arrow to the back of the Gem Ree
41st 79th/98 Gary Mitty, 15 2 Various injuries, arrow to the neck Alli Whittle
40th 76th/98 Mark Bannet, 12 12 Crushed --------------
39th 75th/98 Harry Grit, 18 3 Split head Alex Cole
38th 74th/98 Clara Pearl, 16 3 Axe to the neck Alex Cole
37th 73rd/98 Josh Coral, 14 5 Electrified -------------
36th 71st/98 Alli Whittle, 16 9 Various injuries Gary Mitty
35th 70th/98 Alice Daniel, 15 11 Gutted Zac Watt
34th 69th/98 Zac Watt, 14 5 Scalped Millie-Rose Agbar
33rd 68th/98 Rory Lemner, 17 6 Chest slashed Alex Cole
32nd 67th/98 Zac Ashton, 16 13 Decapitated Alex Cole
31st 66th/98 Jaquelyn Dione, 15 13 Throat Slit Alex Cole
30th 65th/98 Alex Cole, 15 13 Gangrene on leg injury Bear Mutt
29th 61st/98 Silus Watts, 18 3 Suicide due to guilt Silus Watts
28th 60th/98 Anabelle Volt, 16 5 Failed ambush/crushed skull Mariana Frieds
27th 56th/98 Mike Turino, 16 2 Sword to the back of the head Gerrit Khone
26th 54th/98 Paul Dranaryna, 18 1 Crushed ribcage Mickey McAlister
25th 48th/98 Liam Ford, 14 11 Eyes clawed out Ella Maciette
24th 45th/98 James McFaye, 17 7 Mace to the groin Jerri Hefer
23rd 43rd/98 Glade Frost, 15 6 Neck cut with axe Adrianna Belseu
22nd 42nd/98 Gerrit Khone, 14 6 Slashed kneecaps/face Pricilla Traine
21st 41st/98 Silas Stain, 17 11 Electrocution trap Volta Electrica
20th 39th/98 Gem Ree, 17 1 Face clubbed Kade Icesteam
19th 36th/98 Millie-Rose Agbar, 12 8 Neck Snapped Ella Maciette
18th 33rd/98 Ash Stronghold, 12 Capitol Strangled Vixeon Dino
17th 32nd/98 Vixen Dino, 17 6 Decapitated Fire Eyes
16th 30th/98 Aria Camelliston, 16 12 Bow smashed in face Alexandra Blake
15th 29th/98 Kade Icesteam 13 Consumed by forest fire ----------------
14th 26th/98 Isabella Lastor, 16 7 Consumed by forest fire ----------------
13th 24th/98 Volta Electrica, 16 3 Axe embedded in chest Mariana Frieds
12th 23rd/98 Mariana Frieds, 16 5 Electrocution Trap Volta Electrica
11th 21st/98 Pricilla Traine, 15 11 Stabbed in the face with knife Frida Panattiere
10th 18th/98 Mickey McAlister, 17 4 Head beaten in by rock Sarah Jones
9th 17th/98 Cassandra Maple, 16 Capitol Neck wrung Roseline Smith
8th 16th/98 Neo Torque, 18 1 Speared through neck Ayleta Hier
7th 14th/98 Reny Granily, 16 2 Sword shoved in throat Veronica Greentail
6th 13th/98 Sarah Jones, 17 4 Pushed off cliff Joanna Resler
5th 11th/98 Veronica Greentail, 18 1 Axed neck Adrianna Belseu
Winner - Adrianna Belseu, 16 7 - -
Winner - Joanna Resler, 16 10 - -
Winner - Alexandra Blake, 18 12 - -
Winner - Roseline Smith Capitol - -


STYLISTS:


Place: Overall (Out of 98): Name: District: How they were killed: By Who:
14th 92nd/98th Sparkle Trace, 35 Capitol Stabbed in the mouth Diana Tanner
13th 81st/98 Artimis Bayber, 24 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN
12th 77th/98 Moss Thorne, 24 7 Arrow to the stomach Aria Camelliston
11th 64th/98 Rosie Russo, 25 13 Stabbed in eye during argument Lilly Spears
10th 62nd/98 Ivette Jeffrie, 30 11 Exhaustion from venturing into storm -----------------
9th 59th/98 Relia Dawn, 30 8 Quarry collapse -----------------
8th 58th/98 Brooklyn Remmingston, 31 Quarry collapse -----------------
7th 55th/98 Ty Dione, 29 2 Trident to throat Mickey McAlister
6th 53rd/98 Katelyn Snow, 27 5 Slashed Face Elize Kartmine
5th 51st/98 Tatiana Starr, 20 3 Slashed leg artery/blood loss Locus Arenae
4th 46th/98 Carter Gomez, 25 10 Trident through back Sarah Jones
3rd 25th/98 Jerri Hefer, 24 6 Beaten to death Diara Kenbloom
Winner - Diara Kenbloom, 28 12 - -
Winner - Robin Glenn, 34 1 - -


ESCORTS:


Place (Escorts): Overall (Out of 98): Name: District: How they were killed: By Who:
14th 98th/98 Kikianna Smithian, 48 10 Fainted onto mine ---------
13th 95th/98 Jimothy Rockstah, 28 8 Mace to the back Diana Tanner
12th 78th/98 Shims Steen, 23 12 Slashed back Alexandra Blake
11th 47th/98 Samus Morale, 25 1 Drowned Aria Camelliston
10th 44th/98 Trenton Quille, 38 6 Stabbed in the heart Isabella Lastor 
9th 38th/98 Willow Ray, 34 Capitol  Slashed chest Neo Torque
8th 37th/98 Cleo Night, 35 13 Stabbed through the groin Veronica Greentail
7th 34th/98 Rose Spawell, 26 2 Beaten to death Mickey McAlister
6th 27th/98 Lotus Venustus, 22 11 Consumed by forest fire -------------------
5th 22nd/98 Shiny Glowheart, 24 9 Mace to the back Ayleta Hier
4th 20th/98 Donna Snowe, 33 3 Starvation -------------------
3rd 12th/98 Gani Narily, 30 4 Sliced in abdomen Ella Maciette
Winner - Ella Maciette, 32 5 - -
Winner - Frida Panattiere, 24 7 - -


MENTORS:


Place: Overall (Out of 98): Name: District: How they were killed: By Who:
14th 72nd/98 Kasmine Lunder, 15 12 Stabbed in the face Veronica Greentail 
13th 63rd/98 Lilly Spears, 42 Capitol Neck broken for killing an ally Fire Eyes
12th 57th/98 Samuel Tall, 30 3 Stabbed in the stomach Roseline Smith
11th 52nd/98 Rocker Parker, 37 9 Knife jabbed in head Tatiana Starr
10th 50th/98 Locus Arenae, 39 11 Jaw sliced off by sword Donna Snowe
9th 49th/98 Elize Kartmine, 20 10 Back slashed by sword Donna Snowe
8th 40th/98 Eliza Kane, 51 7 Thrown axe embedded in skull Roseline Smith 
7th 35th/98 Oliver James, 36 4 Trident through the legs Mickey McAlister
6th 31st/98 Danny Baryar, 24 6 Stabbed in the thigh Fire Eyes
5th 28th/98 Topaz Shimmer, 21 1 Consumed by forest fire ------------------
4th 19th/98 Trett Grum, 47 5 Arrow in the heart Madeline Ludwig
3rd 15th/98 Ayleta Hier, 61 8 Suicide Ayleta Hier
Winner - Madeline Ludwig, 25 2 - -
Winner - Mary "Fire Eyes", 30 13 - -


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