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Panem is a nation established during an unknown time period in a post-apocalyptic world. It is situated primarily on the western side of North America, and the Capitol is located in an area formerly known as the Rocky Mountains.

Panem was run by a single-party dictatorship that was led by President Snow before the second rebellion. It is portrayed to be the dominant society in North America, and no other nations or civilized societies beyond Panem have been mentioned, so it is unknown if any exist at all.

The name Panem derives from the Latin phrase panem et circenses, which literally translates into 'bread and circuses'. The phrase itself is used to describe entertainment used to distract public attention from more important matters. Furthermore, by the government providing ample food and entertainment, the citizens would give up their political rights.

In Panem, the rules were harshly enforced. After The Dark Days, a sadistic, annual event known as The Hunger Games was established.

An unspecified time before the current date, the year previously being 3041, the face of the Earth changed and modern civilization was seemingly destroyed. It is unknown precisely what caused the "end of the world", but major landmasses changed shape as the sea level rose to unknown heights around the planet. Some time after the end of the world as we knew it, a nation was established in North America that would soon come to be known as Panem. It is unknown precisely when Panem was established and how long it has existed, though it is certain that Panem has been around for more than a hundred and twelve years, and it's entirely possible for it to be at least two or three centuries old.

Panem eventually grew large enough that it was segmented into thirteen separate districts, each responsible for producing goods of a particular industry to serve the growing needs of the nation, and all operating under the auspices of Panem's oppressive Capitol. Its exact method of expansion is unknown; it is possible that some of the separate districts may have even once been smaller, separate nations that were eventually annexed by Panem.

Approximately a hundred and twelve years before the events of the current Hunger Games, the various districts of Panem rebelled against the Capitol, primarily due to the oppressive fashion in which the Capitol government ruled over the districts. It is unknown how long the rebellion lasted or the exact number of casualties on either side (although the Capitol claims that for every dead Capitol citizen, two rebels died), but by the end of the conflict, the Capitol had quelled the rebellion, defeating the thirteen districts.

In the wake of the rebellion, the Capitol established the Hunger Games, an annual event in which twenty-four children between the ages of twelve and eighteen, one boy and one girl from each District, are chosen from a lottery and entered into a gladiatorial competition where they must fight each other to the death until either only one remains standing or if only the pair from the same District are left. If only the pair from the same District remains, then they have both won.

The event served two purposes. The first was to demonstrate the overwhelming power the Capitol had over the districts by taking their children by force and forcing them to slay each other in a no-rules competition. It was proof that the Capitol's control over its people was so inexorable and unstoppable that they could do something so sadistic as to force the children of their conquered foes to slay each other in a battle royal. The second purpose was purely for entertainment. The Hunger Games are a nationally televised event in the same vein as a reality show, its entrants practically considered celebrities and the events themselves dramatized and glorified.

The Capitol is the biggest city in Panem and serves as the nation's central seat of government. It is located in an area formerly known as the Rocky Mountains and is surrounded by the thirteen outlying districts.

The free residents of the Capitol are generally considered the wealthiest (and most decadent) of all Panem, and the city's prosperity is fueled by the industries and forced labor of the districts beyond. While it is a major territory, it is not considered one of the thirteen districts. The people are most known for their "creative" outfits, and crazy sense of fashion, even to the extent of dying the color of their own skin, or even having whiskers implanted.

The nation of Panem is separated into a total of thirteen nation-states known as districts, all of which are recognized as operational by the Capitol, and each being solely responsible for producing, procuring, or refining goods in a particular industry as dictated by the Capitol. All of the districts are subject to the unrelenting will of the authoritarian Capitol, and have no known influence concerning the national politics of Panem beyond their own individual territories.

The districts barely interact with each other since it was illegal, so each district generally has a unique culture unaffected by the other districts which strongly influenced by the goods it produces. Welfare levels vary significantly, and are often dependent on the goods it produces; some districts, such as 11 and 12, are far more impoverished than wealthier districts like 1,2, and 4, though apparently no district is nearly as wealthy as the Capitol itself. Each District provides something different to the Capitol; for example, District 12 provides coal and District 4 provides fishing.

The Thirteen Districts:

~District One: District 1 is one of the thirteen districts of Panem. Its industry is making luxury items for the Capitol. Due to the nature of its industry, it's considered the wealthiest district, the only other wealthier area being the Capitol itself. It is considered a career district. Little else is known about this district.

~District Two: District 2's seal depicts a block of stone and carving tools. The district's public presentation is that of stone quarries, but it also manufactures weaponry, makes trains, and supplies Peacekeepers, which is another word for 'Guards'. The main military complex in the district is known as The Nut. Citizens of District 2 are sometimes called "the pets" of the Capitol. They are the biggest supporters of the Capitol and therefore are pampered and given many extra conveniences.

~District Three: District 3's primary industry is general electronics of many types, though it is known for also making various mechanical products such as automobiles and firearms. Thus, many of its residents are technically apt. It is not considered a Career district, though District 4 is.

~District Four: District 4's industry is fishing, thus most residents have experience using nets and tridents, making fishhooks from scratch, swimming, and identifying edible sea life. It is considered a Career district.

~District five: District 5's main industry is power and electricity. Therefore, this district is responsibly for generating the power of the entire nation. Some jobs include Plant security officer, Geologist, Equipment manager, System analyst, and Maintenance.

~District Six: District 6's industry is transportation.

~District Seven: District 7's industry is lumber and many of its residents have experience with hatchets, axes, saws, and other tree cutting tools.

~District Eight: District 8's principal industry is the production of textiles, and they have at least one factory that is primarily used for making Peacekeeper uniforms.

~District Nine: District 9's industry is grain. Little is known about this district.

~District Ten: District 10's industry is livestock. Not much is known about this district, but some known information is that its marriage rituals are similar to that of District 4's.

~District Eleven: District 11's industry is agriculture - orchards and fields of grain and cotton surround the district. Almost everything grown is shipped directly to the Capitol. It is one of the poorest districts in Panem, second only to District 12. In addition, it is also one of the districts where the Peacekeepers are the strictest. Ironically, this directly results in its residents generally being malnourished and underfed despite its focus on agriculture.

~District Twelve: District 12 is located somewhere near what was the Appalachian mountains. Its chief industry is coal mining. The district has the distinction of being one of the poorest districts, if not the outright poorest, in all of Panem.

~District Thirteen: District 13's industry is nuclear weapons.

Career Districts:

Many of the wealthier districts such as Districts 1, 2 and 4, known as "Career Districts", have a more positive orientation toward the Hunger Games. As residents do not generally face extreme poverty and malnutrition as is done in more impoverished districts, their tributes are generally healthy and strong. In these districts, it is not uncommon for children to volunteer to be tributes, as winning the Games is held in highest regard in these districts. Although it is against the rules of the Games, children in these districts are often specifically raised to participate in the Hunger Games, and thus are trained in the arts of combat and survival. Thus, they are typically known as Career Tribute, or "Careers" for short.


Every year, each District holds a reaping ceremony. Two large glass balls contain slips of paper with each child's first and last name. A child's name is entered each year for every year that they are eligible. The entries are cumulative, and each year another slip is added to the glass ball for the child's aging. Ex: At age 12 one slip has their name, at 13 two slips are added, and so on. By the time each child is 18, they must have a minimum of 7 entries in the glass ball. However, they can choose to add their name more times in exchange for tessera, which is a small ration of oil and grain. Each tessera has enough oil and grain to supply one family member with food for one year.

The District's representative/escort (eg. Sonya Karp for District 12) picks a name out of the balls, one of which is for girls and one for boys. The tributes whose names are chosen are then entered into the Games, unless someone is willing to volunteer - a normally quite rare phenomenon unless it is in one of the "Career Districts" (1, 2, and 4), Districts in which children have been training their whole lives to enter the Games.

When a victor comes home, they are no longer be eligible to participate in the Games even if they are still young enough to have their name drawn in the Reaping. The Reaping ceremony is also treated like a celebration to all Districts. The children dress up and sometimes given gifts to each other. They also tend to celebrate after the Reaping is over, except of course for the children who are chosen who are busy saying their goodbyes.


Each tribute is allowed one token from their District, to represent and remind them of home. They must not be able to be used as weapons. They are very carefully examined and checked for any hidden triggers. In the 74th Hunger Games, Glimmer, the female tribute from District 1, had her token, a ring, confiscated because it carried a hidden poisoned spike. Katniss's token was a golden pin given to her by Madge Undersee, showing a Mockingjay in the 74th Hunger Games. It was almost confiscated because some people believed that it could be used as a weapon. It is mentioned that several years prior to the 74th Hunger Games, one girl's token was a small wooden ball which she dropped while on her starting plate, activating the mine underneath her feet. Katniss said that "they literally had to scrape bits of her off the ground'.


As tributes battle in the arena, quite often they can become helpless (ex. Peeta Mellark with blood poisoning). This is simply because of the Cornucopia bloodbath since the tributes are fighting over the items they need to win the Hunger Games. Many of the tributes are left with limited or no items they wanted from the Cornucopia. Wealthy viewers or groups of people can pool their funds and send items into the arena should a tribute need something, such as food, shelter, weapons, or medicine. In the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss received burn medicine and food - most notably a loaf of bread from District 11 that she assumes was intended for an ally named Rue before her death. Katniss is extremely touched by this unheard of gesture as never before has a tribute received a gift from another District.


The bloodbath is what starts the excitement in the Games. On average, roughly half of the tributes die at the initial battle that takes place at the Cornucopia, near the starting point of the games. Spilling from the Cornucopia and strewn on the ground among the tributes are various items including weapons, food, water, and other supplies. Some tributes venture into the opening scramble for these valuable items, while others use it as part of their strategy for slaughter.

The Cornucopia:

The Cornucopia is a giant, golden horn, shaped like a cone with a curved tail. In each year's Hunger Games, the tributes launch into the arena and start off in a circular formation, equidistant to the Cornucopia. Its mouth is at least 20 feet high and is filled with items that could help the tributes survive in the Games such as weapons, clothing, fire starters, supplies, containers, water, food, blankets, and medicine. A lot of the deaths happen right in the beginning when the tributes fight each other to the death to get the best items.


Alliances are an important aspect of the Games, as tributes ensure their survival by having allies watch their back in the arena. Alliances generally break apart near the end of the Games so the members are not forced to kill each other after. A common alliance in the Games is the one between the Career Tributes of districts 1, 2 and 4, who work together to take down every other tributes until their alliance is all that remains, and then they rip each other apart, much to the pleasure of the Capitol. Alliances are most often formed between tributes that are from the same district.


A mentor is a victor of a past Hunger Games who must train subsequent tributes from their District. There are no gender restraints; a male victor can train a female tribute and vice versa. There can be two male mentors, both a male and a female mentor, or two female mentors, though usually there is one female and one male.

Though victors are not required to either go to school nor work in their District's industry, they are required to work as mentors who train their District's tributes that follow after them the rest of their lives.

Mentors prepare their tributes for life in the arena, give them tips on strategy and help prepare them for their public interviews. A mentor is also crucial in helping procure sponsors for their tributes as well as having the power over the gifts that go into the arena for their tributes and when they are sent in.

Each mentor lives in the Victors' Village, a small part of every District that is made especially for the victors of the games. The houses are luxurious and filled with goodies that the rest of the District's people do not have.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!

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3) Make your posts as descriptive as possible and to be two paragraphs or more (8-10 long descriptive sentences per paragraph).
4) No godmodding, meaning your characters can die since there can only be one winner, or two if the pair are from the same District.
5) No bunnying, meaning you can't control someone else's character without their permission.
6) No double posting, spamming, etc...
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~Me- Ashley Mellark, Jeremy Mellark and Caroline Hawthorne.
~DarkAmethyst- Caitlyn Walker, Michael Knight, Ichiru Kagami and Kiseki Kagami.
~Brainiac- Indigo Tsubaki
~Kaioo- Keiru Kozaka, Amelia Kozaka, Christian Wright and Brandon Lockhart
~Phantasm.Angel- Auram Ubralles and Victus




Districts Available/Reserved/Taken:

~District One: Girl Taken by Kaioo (Amelia Kozaka). Boy Taken by Kaioo (Keiru Kozaka).

~District Two: Girl Taken by Phantasm.Angel (Auram Ubralles). Boy Taken by DarkAmethyst (Michael Knight)..

~District Three: Girl Taken by Brainiac (Indigo Tsubaki). Boy Taken by DarkAmethyst (Ichiru Kagami).

~District Four: Girl Taken by me (Caroline Hawthorne). Boy Taken by DarkAmethyst (Kiseki Kagami).

~District Five: Girl Available. Boy Available.

~District Six: Girl Available. Boy Available.

~District Seven: Girl Taken by DarkAmethyst (Caitlyn Walker). Boy Available.

~District Eight: Girl Available. Boy Available.

~District Nine: Girl Available. Boy Taken by Kaioo (Christian Wright).

~District Ten: Girl Available. Boy Taken by Kaioo (Brandon Lockhart).

~District Eleven: Girl Available. Boy Taken by Phantasm.Angel (Victus).

~District Twelve: Girl Taken by me (Ashley Mellark). Boy Taken by me (Jeremy Mellark).

~District Thirteen: Girl Available. Boy Taken by me (Matt Wilson).

Tribute Life Status:

~District One: Girl- Alive. Boy- Alive.

~District Two: Girl- Dead. Boy- Alive.

~District Three: Girl- Dead. Boy- Alive.

~District Four: Girl- Alive. Boy- Alive.

~District Five: Girl- Alive. Boy- Dead.

~District Six: Girl- Alive. Boy- Dead.

~District Seven: Girl- Alive. Boy- Alive.

~District Eight: Girl- Alive. Boy- Alive.

~District Nine: Girl- Dead. Boy- Alive.

~District Ten: Girl- Dead. Boy- Alive.

~District Eleven: Girl- Dead. Boy- Dead.

~District Twelve: Girl- Alive. Boy- Alive.

~District Thirteen: Girl- Dead. Boy- Alive.

This section of the Tribute Life Status will constantly be updated so we can all keep track of who is alive and who is dead.

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Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark from District Twelve
In District Twelve

Ashley and Jeremy were in the large woods together that was right outside of their District, going through the electric fence that surrounded their District which was almost never on. The two teenagers were a bit dirty from hunting, knowing that today was Reaping Day but had lost track of time. Ashley held a bow with a quiver of arrows strapped to her back while Jeremy had a spear, though the two sat on a large rock with a pile of dead animals at their feet which they would bring to the butcher.

"We did pretty good today." Ashley commented as she looked at her brother, who nodded in response.

"Yeah. The butcher will be real pleased with us today." Jeremy responded. A horn was then heard from town, meaning that the Reaping was going to start in an hour.

"Oh crap..." Ashley said, quickly standing up.

"We forgot about the Reaping! Well, didn't forget but lost track of time!" Jeremy quickly stood up as well.

"Once the Reaping is over with we'll come back here and bring the animals to the butcher. We'll have to leave them here for now because we don't have enough time to bring our catch back to town." Ashley said, bringing Jeremy to nod in agreement as they securely hid their weapons and ran back to town. Once they got to the electric fence they stopped running and listened for the buzzing sound that revealed the fence being on, but when all they heard was silence they knew it was safe to step through the bars. Once they did they sprinted home, sprinting all the way to Victor's Village.

"Where are our children?" Katniss asked in irritation, holding Aria in her arms as she looked out the window, bringing Peeta to walk over to the same window as well.

"They need to get out of the woods and get ready for the Reaping. I'm gonna go and find them." Peeta said, beginning to turn for the door but stopped when seeing Jeremy and Ashley sprinting down the street, seeing how filthy they were.

"You have to be kidding me!" Katniss said in anger this time as she saw her two older children, Ashley and Jeremy running into the house.

"Mommy! You're home!" Aria said in excitement, extending her arms towards Ashley as the brunette smiled and took her ginger haired daughter.

"Do you realize what time it is? The Reaping starts in less than an hour!" Peeta said, Ashley and Jeremy catching their breath as their younger brother Kenny walked into the room.

"Sorry dad..." Ashley said, Peeta sighing as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Both of you just go get showered and ready." Katniss said as her children nodded, disappearing upstairs into their own rooms after Ashley had handed Aria back to Katniss. The two siblings each took turns taking a hot shower and got dressed; Ashley wore a beautiful sky blue strapless spring dress which came down about two inches above her knees and matching flats for shoes. Katniss helped with Ashley's hair by drying it and curling her hair in smooth, beautiful curls while Aria played around in the same room, the toddler wearing a bright pink dress made of smooth silk with white stockings and pink girly dress shoes. Jeremy wore nice black pants and a nice emerald green shirt with black sneakers, their family easily able to afford everything. When Jeremy was finished brushing his hair he went downstairs, meeting Kenny at the bottom.

"This is the last year that you could get picked. Are her nervous?" Kenny asked, to which Jeremy smiled at the blonde haired boy.

"Nope. I'm sure I'm not going to get picked this year either. If it hasn't happened yet then I hardly doubt that it will." Jeremy shrugged, the rest of the family walking downstairs with Aria in Ashley's arms. The family of six walked into town together and saw that the stage was set up in the Town Square, as well as tables with Peacekeepers standing behind them with sign-in papers in front of them. Every person was required to sign in and watch the Reaping, and whoever doesn't show up on the lists will suffer unspeakable consequences.

"You guys go sign in. Your father and I have to go on stage since we'll be the mentors for the two Tributes." Katniss said, her and Peeta disappearing into the crowd. The three siblings signed in, a group of girls on one side and a group of boys on the other. Like every year, Ashley went to the one side while Jeremy and Kenny went to the other, though it was broken down by age as well so Jeremy and Kenny couldn't stand together, having to be with their own age group. Each year Ashley was allowed to hold Aria where the brunette had to wait, since Ashley's parents were the mentors for District Twelve and having no one else available to look after Aria. After about ten minutes of waiting a middle aged woman with crazy ruby red hair, wearing face make-up which made her look like a clown, and ridiculous looking orange outfit stepped onto the stage, this being the speaker for District Twelve.

"Another year for the Games!" Sonya Karp said happily as she spoke into a microphone, Katniss and Peeta standing next to her as two men began to place on stage two large spinning balls which contained small pieces of paper, each having the children's names inside. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!" Sonya then walked over to one of the large balls and placed her hand deep inside the top, moving her hand around through the small pieces of papers. "Like each year, ladies first." She said, pulling out a piece of paper with a smile.

"Please don't be me..." Ashley whispered to herself as she lightly bounced Aria in her arms, knowing that all of the Reapings are being recorded and not live, though later that same night each District's Reaping will be on television for everyone to see.

"And the girl who will be representing District Twelve in the Hunger Games is... Ashley Mellark!" The words that escaped Sonya's mouth punched Ashley right in the face, the color of her skin growing completely pale as her body stayed paralyzed for a few moments, knowing that she had to go up on stage. Katniss and Peeta couldn't believe it, along with everyone else in the District as Ashley finally began to walk towards the stage with her daughter still in her arms, Aria looking around the crowed in fear. With each step Ashley took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she looked at her parents, who gave her a nod that said that everything was going to be okay. Peeta extended his arms to hold Aria, to which Ashley nodded and gave Peeta his granddaughter.

"Be strong." Peeta whispered as his daughter walked passed him on the stage. Ashley stopped walking to stand next to Sonya, who began to pull out a piece of paper from the boy's lottery ball.

"And the boy who will be representing District Twelve in the Hunger Games is... Kenny Mellark!" Sonya announced.

"No!" Ashley yelled in shock as her eyes widened, now her and her whole family in a panic as Kenny began to walk towards the stage, tears in his eyes.

"Oh my God..." Katniss said as she looked at Peeta, Ashley quickly looking over to Jeremy. Jeremy gave a quick nod, knowing that Ashley wanted as he ran out of his age group and towards the stage.

"I volunteer as Tribute for my little brother!" Jeremy yelled, to which Sonya nodded in approval.

"Jeremy no!" Kenny cried as he ran into Jeremy's arms, bringing him to kneel down.

"Listen to me, Kenny. Everything is going to be fine. Ashley and I are going to make it out alive, do you understand?" Kenny nodded at Jeremy's words, then Jeremy walking up on stage with his twin sister and parents.

"Well, looks like these Games are going to be very interesting this year." Sonya commented, "Would anyone like to volunteer as Tribute for Ashley Mellark?" Guilty silence from the crowed, which Ashley completely understood and didn't blame anyone for not wanting to take her place. "Looks like Ashley will be in the Games then."

"Mommy no! Don't leave mommy!" Aria cried in Peeta's arms as the toddler fought against his grip.

"Aria..." Ashley said in sorrow, quickly walking over to her father and grabbing the toddler to hold her. Ashley knew that all the cameras were on her now and would be showing this whole thing later on television for the whole world to see, but she didn't care.

"Please stay." Aria begged, bringing tears to escape Ashley's face, though she still didn't care about being recorded.

"Everything is going to be okay, Aria." Ashley said. The entire District was silent, Ashley's words not even needing a microphone to be heard. "I promise that I'm going to come home to you. I love you, Aria."

"But daddy didn't stay alive in the Games." Aria said, more tears escaping both Ashley's and Aria's eyes.

"Which is why I'm going to do whatever it takes to come back home. I won't let you live your life without either of your parents." Ashley said, the crowed still in a heavy silence of sorrow. The two Tributes were then led away by Peacekeepers and taken into custody in luxurious rooms, being guarded so they do not escape. Tomorrow they will be taken by train to the Capitol, where they will prep for the Games. Before they were taken away Ashley handed Aria back to her father, causing Aria to cry and scream again as she fought against Peeta's grip to try and get a hold of Ashley. Ashley had looked back at her crying daughter, then turned back around as Jeremy wrapped an arm around his sister for comfort.

Caroline Hawthorne from District Four
In District Four

Caroline swam in the ocean in a pink and orange homemade bikini which she made herself, the clothing actually coming out really good and sturdy. The happy teen loved the water, swimming in it almost everyday when she didn't have work. Caroline dived underneath the water again and opened her eyes, seeing all of the colorful fish and smiled. When she reached back up towards the surface she saw the familiar man walking on the dock towards her, bringing Caroline to smile.

"Hey dad." Caroline said happily.

"Hey Caroline. Your mother wants you to come out of the water so you can get ready for the Reaping." Gale said, bringing Caroline to sigh.

"Just five more minutes?" Caroline asked, bringing Gale to shake his head.

"Your mother won't be happy at all." Gale said with a small laugh.

"Fine." Caroline sighed, swimming over to the edge of the dock and extended her arm for her father to help pull her out of the water. When Gale grabbed Caroline's hand however the blonde smirked, quickly pulling on her father's arm and watching him fall into the water. Caroline laughed as Gale resurfaced in the water, looking at his daughter with devilish eyes.

"Oh that's it." Gale said, the two play-fighting in the water. After a few minutes Gale knew that they had to get back to the house, bringing Caroline to sigh once again as they got out of the ocean for good this time. They walked back to their home and went inside, Caroline taking a shower and putting on the best pair of clothes she had to try and look presentable. Once everyone was ready they walked to town, the same set-up taking place as District Twelve, only there will be a different speaker who announces the Tributes. Once Caroline was signed in she went where she was supposed to, waiting for the next poor pair to be picked for the Hunger Games.

"Welcome everyone!" A man on stage who looked just as ridiculous as Sonya Karp from District Twelve spoke. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!" The same routine from District Twelve unwrapped in front of Caroline, watching as the middle-aged man, Samuel Morse, got a paper from the female Tribute side first, looking at the name. "And the girl who will be representing District Four in the Hunger games is... Caroline Hawthorne!"

"What?" Caroline's mother's jaw dropped, watching as her daughter slowly walked up on stage to stand next to Samuel and a female mentor. Caroline tried her best to show no fear, though it was very difficult when she laid her eyes on her father, Gale looking at his daughter in shock.

"And the boy who will be representing District Four in the Hunger Games is... Kiseki Kagami!" Samuel announced, Caroline scanning the crowed. For some reason she didn't know who Kiseki was. In District Thirteen the same thing happened with Matt Wilson, being picked for the Games along with a girl who was a year younger than him.
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Keiru&Amelia Kozaka,District One
In District One

"You look nice." Keiru smirked, looking at what his sister was wearing. "You nervous?"

Amelia looked up at her brother, hesitating to speak, before turning her gaze to the floor to compose herself. To be honest, she was more nervous than usual. She just felt like something bad was going to happen, that something bad being her name coming out of the ball. Amelia almost shrieked when a hand softly gripped her shoulder, and she was pulled into an embrace by her brother.

"It's alright, I'll protect you if you're called." Keiru stated. "Though we both know you're not going to be getting picked this year."

Amelia simply nodded, forcing a smile. Her brother's words comforted her a little, though they did not remove the bad feeling she had from her heart. Her brother stopped embracing her and pulled back, causing her to look up at him, a massive smirk on his face.

"It's about time we head for the Reaping, don't you think?" Keiru queried, though it was obviously rhetorical. "Of course we'll be setting the 'trend' again with our outfits."

The two of them broke out in laughter as they looked at one another, several moments passing for their laughter to die down before they made their way out of their home, and towards the square where the Reaping would commence. Amelia glanced up at her brother as they approached the square, the long crimson trench coat flapping behind him with every step. He was clad in black trousers, knee-high black boots, a black blazer over a smart white shirt, and white gloves, with a crimson tie out over his blazer around the center of his chest. Even though he had on the trench coat, it was still obvious that he was largely built, his muscles almost threatening to rip the seams of his clothes. She would swear her brother had only this suit to his name if she didn't live with him.

Amelia meanwhile was wearing a rather short black and red skirt with a chain going on the left side of it, and a small and tight black shirt that had a large neck line, that would be even larger if it wasn't for the red tie around the collar appearing to keep the shirt in place. She had a black sleeve on her left arm, with a chain around the lower half of it just before the wrist, and she had a red spiked collar-like band around her right arm, several inches above her elbow. She had a black finger-less glove on her right hand, and a chain, different than the others since this one was actually a piece of jewelry, around the lower part of her right arm. She had a black collar around her neck, just under the collar of her actual shirt, which would only have been in view under very close examination. Around her neck was a locket, silver in colour, within the locket was a picture of her and her brother, and she cherished the picture, since it was the only picture he had ever let be taken of him. She wore knee-high boots similar to her brothers.

The two of them drew glances from others gathered for the Reaping, and Amelia smiled faintly. Her brother turned to her, offering a sincere smile as he cupped her cheek.

"When this Reaping is over, I'll treat you to your favourite dinner." Keiru offered, to which she smiled as they separated, signing their names up and taking their places in the assortment of children and teenagers assembled for the Reaping.

A figure came walking onto the stage, as silence filled the square as the figure approached the microphone.

"Welcome everyone!" the figure declared enthusiastically. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!"

The man stepped forward, placing his hand into the ball containing the names of the women, and Amelia tensed up as the man pulled out a piece of paper, slowly opening it, before looking up.

"The girl who will be representing District One is... Amelia Kozaka!" the man declared, as everybody in the square began looking around for the person in question to approach the stage.

Amelia moved out of the assortment of bodies, walking towards the stage, as the man on stage moved towards the ball containing the male names, a voice rose from the crowd, over the hushed whispers.

"I volunteer as tribute!" Keiru declared instantaneously, moving to walk alongside his sister.

The two of them stepped onto the stage, standing alongside one another as the man walked towards Keiru, an eyebrow raised in query at him.

"And who would you be, volunteering so suddenly? I hadn't even pulled a name out of the ball for you to volunteer for." the man queried, moving the microphone in front of Keiru, waiting for a response.

"Keiru Kozaka. Brother." Keiru responded in a hostile tone, giving his name, falling into silence.

When the man turned around from him, Keiru couldn't resist as his features became quite maniacal in appearance, an almost insane smirk spreading across his face, pure excitement in his eyes. The Hunger Games were something he'd always wanted to be a part of, but he had never volunteered since he had to protect his sister, and even though he was slightly troubled by her having been selected, he couldn't help but get excited. His smirk broke into a sadistic grin as he gazed out at the crowd, his gaze happening to turn towards the very thing that would show his face to the rest of Panem later on. Anybody looking at him would think he was insane with the look on his face.

"This will be fun." Keiru uttered happily nearly silently, looking directly at a camera, his sadistic grin still on his face.

"Well, would you look at that, Keiru has volunteered to protect his sister! How courageous! I would like to thank everybody for coming here today, Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds for ever be in your favour!" the man declared, as Keiru and his sister were moved into a room to await for transport to the Capitol.

Christian Wright, District Nine
In District Nine

Christian sighed as he waited for the person on stage to hurry up and pull the name out of the ball. He didn't even pay attention to the name escaping from the woman's lips as a girl he didn't know walked up onto the stage, though he noted the nervousness on the girl's face, and he smirked, it would be easy to convince her to join him on his plan. Before the woman could even approach the ball with the boy's names in, Christian stepped out from the crowd.

"I volunteer as tribute." Christian stated.

As he stepped onto the stage, the woman approached him, shock on her face as she looked down at him.

"What is your name?" She asked.

"Christian Wright." He responded.

Christian zoned out once more, only coming back out of the zone when he was ushered off the stage, and towards the building where they would await transport to the Capitol.

Brandon Lockhart,District Ten
In District Ten

"I volunteer as tribute." Brandon declared, as he stepped forward, having started paying attention to the ceremony again once the girl had stepped onto the stage.

He stepped onto the stage, receiving a look from the man stood on the stage, and he merely offered a smirk in response. Brandon was well-known in District Ten, he was the social pariah, and he was always seen in public in his all-black get-up, which he was wearing even now. He had got into many tussles with other members of District Ten, that often got the Peacekeepers involved. A week wouldn't go by without him attending a cell, but he always seemed to get out within several hours due to his family.

"The name's Brandon Lockhart, can we get this over with, I'd like to get this over with." Brandon demanded, stunning the man, who obliged since he had given his name.

A few moments later, and they were off the stage, and in a room awaiting transportation to the Capitol.
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Kiseki Kagami from District Four
In District Four

A raven haired boy sat on the sandy shore just out of the water‘s reach, his emerald eyes not on the water where they should have been, but on a blonde haired girl who was swimming a few feet away. This wasn’t the first time he had seen her in the ocean; several times when he had come here to fish he had caught a glimpse of her swimming or catching fish with her bare hands. However, ever since Ichiru had left for District Three with their father, Kiseki had become more withdrawn and was afraid to try to talk to her.

He heard her talking with an older man who she addressed as her father, although he didn’t watch the two any longer while they played in the water for a few minutes, the memories of his own father forcing his gaze back to the water. At one point several years ago, James had played with Ichiru and himself at this very place, and had taught them how to fish as well. Kiseki still couldn’t understand what had gone wrong all of a sudden; why his father had turned to alcoholism and become a completely different person.

He vaguely heard mention of the Reaping beginning soon, which snapped him out of his thoughts. The girl and her father were already leaving, and it was about time he did as well. He had managed to catch a decent amount during the time that he had tried, before he had gotten distracted. The net at his side filled with the day’s catch was yet another reminder that he needed to get home.

Still soaked from his labors in the ocean, Kiseki walked into the house he shared with his mother, Isobel and his younger sister, Kotomi.

“We were wondering if you would be home soon.” Kotomi greeted her brother at the door, handing him a towel to dry himself, and it was at this point that Kiseki realized he had forgotten one yet again. With the Hunger Games drawing so close, he had often been lost in thought over it, and had been forgetting many simple things that he normally wouldn’t. But given the reason for his absentminded state, Isobel and Kotomi could hardly blame him.

“I lost track of time.” Kiseki gave his sister a sheepish smile as he took the towel from her, then holding up the net in his hands. “I managed to get a good haul today, though.”

Kotomi’s expression brightened, and Isobel appeared seconds later, giving her son a relieved yet stern look.

“You need to get ready quickly. The Reaping begins in only an hour.”

Kiseki gave a nod, handing his mother the net full of fish and, after drying himself a bit more to the best of his ability, he quickly headed for his room to get ready.

What seemed like only seconds later, Kiseki stood in the square with the other males his age of District Four. He drew a nervous breath, watching as a ridiculously dressed man, whom he already knew as Samuel Morse, walked onto the stage where two large, spinning balls filled with pieces of paper stood; one for the girls of the district and one for the boys.

“Welcome everyone!” He exclaimed over-cheerfully. “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!” Like every year, the girl’s name was drawn first. Kiseki watched tensely as Samuel reached down into the mass of paper, pulling out a single slip shortly after. “And the girl who will be representing District Four is… Caroline Hawthorne!”

Kiseki watched in shock as the same blonde haired girl he had seen at the ocean took her place on the stage, although he had little time to worry about it, for Samuel was already drawing a piece of paper from the boys’ side. “And the boy who will be representing District Four is… Kiseki Kagami!”

Kiseki was paralyzed when hearing his name. For what seemed like several minutes, he couldn’t seem to force himself to move, but in reality is was only a few short seconds before he slowly made his way onto the stage to stand beside Caroline. It was difficult to hide his fear, but he did well in doing so, the only traces of it shown in his emerald eyes. However, who could blame him? Was there really anyone who actually wanted to go into the Games?

He offered Caroline a small, nervous smile; the best of what he could muster at the moment. His eyes found Kotomi and Isobel in the crowd instantly when he glanced back at the people in front of him, both of them clearly terrified and withholding tears. Kiseki had to look away to the ground in order to keep his own emotions in check. He knew all of this would be on camera later on that night for everyone to see, and he knew that if he cried or showed any obvious signs of fear, he would be made a target.

Ichiru Kagami from District Three
In District Three


Ichiru looked up from several pieces of what should have been a gun that laid on a table in front of him, emerald green eyes peering over the rims of a set of glasses at the older man who stood in the doorway. He said nothing in response, merely looking at him expectantly, but the man said nothing. Instead, he nodded toward a clock which hung on the wall before turning around and leaving again.

Ichiru’s gaze went to the clock, and as he read what time it was, he instantly knew what his father had been telling him. There was only an hour left before the Reaping, which unfortunately every citizen from every district had to attend. He gave a sigh, removing the glasses and placing them on the table away from the metallic pieces that lay scattered along its surface, on open book in the corner of the wooden table. His vision itself was fine, but sometimes he wore the glasses when he was reading and often forgot to take them off, like this particular day.

When Ichiru and James had first moved into District Three, Ichiru had begun studying and practicing with firearms, electronics and machinery in general, and, after showing his newfound skill in repairing and customizing guns and other electronics, he often received requests to do such from some of the others in the district who were too busy to do it themselves. Of course, since this was his new interest and hobby, Ichiru didn’t mind at all. It allowed him to distance himself from his father, and a lot of the time he was even awarded with money as thanks.

The ebony haired teen showered and changed into his best set of clothes for the Reaping ceremony, never speaking a word to the blonde haired man in the living room. Unlike his brother, Ichiru rarely remembered the good times they spent with their father as children; all he could remember were the horrible times in which he felt he had to stand up for his family and was punished for it. And then there was their current living situation, where the resentment they had for each other could be sensed from all the way across the district, and they rarely even spoke to each other unless it was mandatory. Most of the time, it was like Ichiru lived by himself, which he didn’t mind at all. Things had certainly gotten better once he had busied himself with the study of the district’s specialties and made a hobby out of them.

James joined Ichiru at the door and the two left the house silently, walking to the place which Ichiru was almost certain would bring a horrible change to his life. He had never been chosen for the Hunger Games before, and since this was his last year, it would have been great if he lucked out this year as well. However, somehow he could just sense that this was not going to be a lucky year. Maybe he felt so because he had moved here to District Three?

As the announcer walked onto the stage after Ichiru had taken his place with the males of the district in his age group, a horrible feeling began to develop in the pit of his stomach.

“Welcome everyone!” The figure on stage announced enthusiastically, snapping Ichiru out of his thoughts. “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!”

Ichiru watched as the girl’s name was pulled first, although he was too distracted to pay attention to much else. He vaguely caught the name of his fellow tribute after she was called; Indigo Tsubaki. He hadn’t heard the name before, and he knew he wouldn’t recognize her face, since despite his constant repairing and customizing, he barely knew anyone else in District Three.

“And the boy who will be representing District Three is… Ichiru Kagami!”

Ichiru was jolted out of his thoughts rather harshly when his name was announced, but the shock of the situation had yet to dawn on him as he stepped out from the group of people to walk onto the stage. He looked out at the crowd of people gathered in front of him; all strangers. The only familiar face in the crowd was James, and he seemed completely emotionless toward the entire thing. But it wasn’t like Ichiru actually expected him to be shocked, and he certainly didn’t anticipate any form of sorrow. He tore his gaze away from his father, fixating it on the ground instead. Rotten luck this year, after all… Hopefully that would change in the arena.

Michael Knight from District Two
In District Two

In District Two, it was a completely different story in the square. The citizens were already abuzz with excitement about the Games, which sickened the blonde haired teen who made his way back to his own home. However, he didn’t let it show, keeping a neutral expression as he walked the streets with a sword in tow. He knew this most likely revealed the fact that he had just been out training, which would normally be a bad thing, but since he hailed from a Career district and everyone here were such big supporters of the Capitol and the Hunger Games, it didn’t really seem to matter.

He propped the blade on his shoulder as he walked, now able to see his home in the distance. No doubt his parents would be in a frenzy about being on time, but quite frankly, Michael could care less. He would have rather not attended the Reaping or have anything to do with the Games at all.

“Michael, you’re late! The Reaping starts in only a few minutes!”

The second the blonde cleared the door frame his mother pounced him. She and his father had already gotten dressed up and looked presentable, as opposed to their son who was covered in dirt and sweat.

“I know, I know.” The teen pushed passed her and his father, who stood a few steps behind his wife. Suddenly he remembered to maintain his demeanor, and the scowl on his face instantly became a bright smile. “I’ll take a quick shower and be right down.”


Michael gave a cheerful nod and disappeared up the stairs, leaving his smile in the living room. He didn’t know why he did it, or if he even had to do it, but ever since his outburst toward his parents after Mikayla’s death, he had somehow ended up wearing a fake smile and cheerful personality around town. However, the truth was he hated this district and was sickened by its supporting the Capitol and the Games themselves. However, despite his hatred for the fact that his parents acted as if they didn’t care that Mikayla had died because of the very thing they’re so loyally supportive of, he still didn’t want to put them in danger as well, so he didn’t show his rebellious attitude toward the Capitol… much.

A few minutes later, Michael returned to the living room only to be immediately dragged out the door by his parents and to the square where the Reaping was to be held. When Michael saw the stage, the crowd, the large, spinning balls for the boys and girls of the district, and all of the boys and girls he and Mikayla he had grown up around, the nervousness began to settle in. However, he had no reason to be, because he already knew what was going to happen today. It had already been decided that he was going to be the one to volunteer as the male tribute from District Two. Michael had tried to object at first, but what was the point? Ever since Mikayla had died he had been training for this, and even more so since he had found out that he would be the one forced to volunteer this year. He wanted to win the Games as a way of avenging Mikayla’s death, but deep down he didn’t really want any part of the arena. Still, what choice did he have now?

He watched as a figure walked onto the stage to announce the names of the unlucky pair of tributes for this year’s Hunger Games. After the general welcoming announcement, a name was drawn from the girls’ side. However, instead of just one girl volunteering for the place, two voices were heard from the crowd. The sea of people was parted to reveal two girls. Michael recognized one from seeing her around town among the others, but the other, a girl with rusty colored hair and green eyes, he was sure he had never seen before. Was she volunteering of her own will, or was she the pre-approved tribute?

He watched in shocked silence along with the crowd as another drawing was made with just the two girls’ names to determine which of them would be going into the arena. A new name was drawn; Auram Ubralles. Michael watched the new girl - or rather, new to him - take her place on stage. He was still shocked when the announcer finally walked over to the ball filled with the boys’ names and pulled out one of the many pieces of paper. Michael waited in a heavy reluctant silence as the name for the male tribute was announced, and then, after receiving an encouraging look from his parents whom he hated so much at this particular moment, he stepped forward just as the frightened male began to walk up to the stage.

“I volunteer as a tribute!”

The announcer gave him a nod of approval, and Michael offered a small smile to the original tribute as he passed him to walk onto the stage with Auram. The question as to why she would want to volunteer for the Hunger Games was in his eyes, but he couldn’t really ask it, considering he had just done the same thing himself. However, he doubted many of the Career tributes who volunteered were forced into it as he had been. He was the one who was an oddball.

OoC: This post is already long enough, so I’ll do Caitlyn’s part in my next one. ^^’

Also, I wasn't completely sure if Auram's history was part of what happens in the current Reaping, so if I need to change anything there let me know.
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Victus from District Eleven
The Reaping

The crowd had assembled to select their sacrifice to the powers that be. The citizenry of District Eleven had come out in the best of their raggedy clothing to observe the One-Hundred and Twelfth selection of which of their children would be thrown into the ring as an appeasement to the Capitol. A few children shifted nervously, but the rest of the of the population stood completely still. Any hope of throwing off the shackles of oppression had died almost thirty years ago when the rebellion against the government of Panem simply replaced one brutal dictatorship with another. District Eleven had suffered during that brief civil war, the fields had been razed and the people had died in droves, either killed by Peacekeepers or passing the final hurdle to their undernourishment becoming fatal.

Indeed, so many of the people that had called the eleventh district home had met their ends that the District had needed to be repopulated with the families of dissidents and other undesirables. This was part of the massive shuffling of inhabitants that accompanied the transfer of power from one regime to another. After over a quarter of a century later though, these new arrivals and their descendants were indistinguishable from the original inhabitants; starving and broken.

It was this crowd of underfed, hollow-eyed people who had gathered to watch a representative from the Capitol select which of their children were going to die. The woman they had sent could not have looked more out of place. She was as corpulent as they come and dressed in a flowing silk gown that seemed to reflect various hues from the sun off of it, changing from a sea-foam green to a striking purple in the blink of the eye. Unlike the fairly dirty faces of the mass of people assembled, her's was covered in all manner of make up. Her eyelashes were especially noticeable as they dropped all the way down her cheeks when she blinked. She treated the crowd to a marvelous smile and her massive, tombstone-like teeth. “Welcome, welcome!” she crowed. “Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" The woman reached into the first bowl and seized one slip of paper between her sausages of a ring finger and a thumb. "Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!” Pulling the slip out, the woman unfolded it and read it aloud, “The girl who will be representing District Eleven is Ellie Lubrey!”

The portly woman was the only one remotely enthusiastic about the result. Most of the people murmured to themselves, grateful that it wasn't someone they were exceptionally close to, but one woman began to scream and cry hysterically. Ellie had to make her way up to the stage, but her mother clawed at her, begging someone, anyone, to save her little girl from the Hunger Games. For her part, the slight girl hesitated only briefly before taking her spot next to the Capitol's representative. The woman who had raised her only for her to meet such a sure end was restrained by Peacekeepers. They let her continue to scream for a bit longer,;the audiences loved a good breakdown like this, but after the process had begun to deter the selection of District Eleven's other tribute, the poor woman was dragged away from the crowd so that the Reaping could continue unhindered.

Ellie Lubrey looked nervously out at the group of people she had been chosen for, but the overweight woman could barely contain her giddiness at the prospect of sending another teenager to their death. She wedged her hand through the opening in the second glass bowl which was at least twice as full of names as the female's bowl. She seized one slip and, with some difficulty, pulled her pudgy appendage out of the container and unfolded it eagerly. "The boy who will be representing District Eleven is-" she started, but double-checked the paper as only one name was written on it, "-Victus?"

It was so amazing because it wasn't rehearsed, but every single person in the crowd turned to face the hulking young man on the periphery of the event. Instantly, murmurs began and one person even cheered, "Good, let the retard die!" Peacekeepers began moving in as to prevent a riot. But Victus took no notice, he walked up to the edge of the stage and took the stairs one by one. As he took his place on the opposite side of the representative from Ellie, she turned to face him, her face and outfit bright pink after the revelation that Victus was "challenged" as some would prefer to say. "Are you Victus?" she asked, her booming voice now almost a whisper. He nodded once and she turned back to the crowd. "Well! There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! These are your tributes to the One-Hundred and Twelfth Hunger Games!" Instead of any sort of cheering, the audience was dead silent.

Auram Ubralles from District Two
The Reaping

The moment of truth was at hand. Auram was watching the Reaping with two of her guards. They had been under strict orders not to let her leave the house for the last four years, but had used that time to develop a friendly and affable personality. By now, as long as she didn't go outside, the Peacekeepers in charge of her were more than willing to show a bit of human decency and let her watch the sacrifice of young men and women with them. These fellows had taken shifts before, but they were both fairly young and inexperienced; the soldiers with the most training were at the Reaping in case anything happened to spark a riot. Unlikely as it was, District Two had seen a few hiccups during the Reaping when volunteering for the vaulted place of tribute had lead to confrontations and violence. The three of them were watching as the first District's Reaping had wrapped up. A brother had volunteered to protect his sister, but he had followed it up with staring intensely into the camera witha sardonic grin on his face. Already, Auram's guards were talking about how they'd like to see him forced to kill his own sister or vice-versa.

The girl rose to her feet and smiled at the two men. "I'm going to get something to drink," she chirped, "Can I get you anything?" They smiled at her and declined her offer. As Auram left the room, she turned right instead of left, into her room. Above the Peacekeeper's heads was the sheath of the sword her great-grandfather had used in his Hunger Games. Unbeknownst to them, it was empty, it's deadly content having been spirited away in the middle of the night three years ago. Auram had used it when training by herself, but now was the chance to put it to a greater use. From underneath her bed, Auram retrieved the long blade and held it up to her face, admiring her reflection n it. It was brutal, but powerful. Though she would have preferred to finish her last obstacles to freedom off in another way there was something symbolic about using her ancestor's weapon.

She hid the sword at her side and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of a citrus drink imported from District Eleven. Being wealthy did have its advantages. Going back into the main room, Auram saw that her guards were enraptured by the commentary on these two tributes and the analysis of their strengths and weaknesses as known by the Capitol at this early point in the games. Auram stepped in front of the screen. One of the guards, a black-haired man saw the sword before his partner. He was the one who received an acidic splash of drink in his eyes. He sunk to his knees, crying in pain, while the other guard tried to simultaneously leap to his feet and grab his weapon out of its holster. With a grunt, Auram swung her sword and buried it deep into the man's neck. He sputtered and dropped on the ground, gurgling through the wound in his neck. He wasn't going to be getting up, so Auram turned her attention back to the other guard.

He had wiped out a lot of the drink from his eyes and was rising to his feet, but before he could get off of his knees, Auram swung the blade into his back. He screamed and the weapon was stuck fast in what she hoped was bone. Placing one barefoot on the man and pushed him back down. The sword came free, but the guard was still attempting to crawl away. Opting for a new approach, Auram began to bash the man's head in repeatedly with the flat edge of her great-grandfather's sword. The weapon was heavy enough that the skull cracked quickly, and soon enough, the man was dead, bleeding on the Ubralles's fine carpet. Auram looked at the screen, now splattered with blood and saw from the countdown that District Two's Reaping was in only ten minutes. Plenty of time. Dropping the sword were it was, the girl made her way to the bathroom, undressing as she went. She ran the shower briefly and cleaned any blood off of her arms and face. Drying herself off, Auram pulled on the clothes she had stowed under the sink and headed to the door. After pulling on her heavy boots and a light jacket, Auram headed out into the world.

Once past the threshold, the girl's face broke into a smile and she met anyone's gaze with her own green eyes. After four years of being locked up, no one made any attempts at conversation and Auram was able to make her way to the center of the District unmolested. The Capitol's representative was already there, an elderly man who had to constantly adjust the spectacles hanging off of his long crooked noise. The people were soon gathered and the Reaping began with him wheezing, “Welcome everyone, and Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" He paused briefly to have a coughing fit, but soon recovered, "Let the 112th Hunger Games begin!”. The man had no sooner reached into the glass ball that Auram saw one girl tensing up in the corner of her eye. The representative read the name off quickly and as soon as he finished, the girl began to open her mouth. "I-" she started. But Auram was faster.

"I volunteer as a tribute," she said, leaving the other girl to meekly finish her own sentence. The crowd parted and both girls got a good look at one-another. Auram was shorter than the other volunteer, but seemed more graceful. The dazzling smile she wore was also a contrast to the other girl's uneasy frown. The Capitol's representative quickly regained order, a second drawing would be convened with just the two of them in the running. One of his aides whispered a name in his ear, and the old man duitfully wrote it down on a piece of a paper. But for the second name, the aide was more uneasy and the Capitol's ambassador wrote with a shaky hand, although no one seemed to notice. Their focus was on the girl that no one recognized.

The drawing went off without a hitch. The elderly man read the name he had pulled out, "The girl who will be representing District Two is-" He paused and looked up at the cameras. The audience assumed it was for dramatic effect, but this was actually a notification to the Capitol that something unforeseen had happened. "Auram Ubralles," he finished.

As she took the stage, Auram was somewhat relieved; if she hadn't been chosen, the bodies would have been discovered and she would never have gotten a chance like this. But now that she was the tribute, the regime couldn't pull her out. But Auram knew no fear and today was no different, after all, the odds were in her favor. The announcer gave her an uneasy glance as she took his place beside him, but he quickly resumed his duties and drew the male tributes name. Just as before, no sooner was the name finished that someone yelled, “I volunteer as a tribute!”

Auram looked to see who had offered to be part of the Hunger Games and found herself to looking at a blonde-haired young man with striking blue eyes. He joined her up on the stage and as the representative closed the cermony, Auram felt his gaze on her, probably wondering why two girls had volunteered this year. She gaze him an encouraging smile and faced the crowd proudly, relishing both the thunderous applause and the shocked gazes of her parents.
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Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark from District Twelve
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Ashley and Jeremy were taken away from the stage by Peacekeepers and were brought to their luxurious rooms where they would be guarded, each of the siblings having their own room to their selves. Inside each room was a king-sized bed with ruby colored covers, white tile for flooring and white painted walls. The room was very large, having even a black leather couch and a large tv which rested on a long black table. On the same table rested various foods, like fruit, a cheese and cracker platter, different kinds of bread, chunks of chocolate and even bottles of alcohol. There was a large walk-in closet as well, filled with all different kinds of clothing and shoes.

Passed the tv, bed, and the couch were two rooms; a kitchen and a bathroom. In the kitchen was everything needed, like a sink, clean dishes and a machine that was voice activated to serve the tribute whatever they wanted, like a hot meal or even coffee. In the bathroom revealed the same machine as well, though this one was used for whatever soaps and shampoos the tribute wanted.

Ashley ordered herself a cup of coffee that was ready in seconds, the smell of the hot liquid filling the room as she sat on the couch with her coffee and waited for it to cool down, the brunette thinking over what had happened that day. She had been selected as tribute, forcing her to leave her daughter and battle in a arena, forcing to kill other teenagers. Then there was Jeremy, who had taken Kenny's place as a tribute. Now both tributes from the same family were forced to leave home...

A knock was then heard from the door as it opened a few moments later, Aria running into the room with Kenny, Katniss and Peeta walking into the room. Aria ran right for Ashley, bringing the curly haired brunette to set her coffee on the table and wrap her arms around her daughter.

"What's going to happen with Aria? Who's going to watch her? And Kenny? Who will take care of them?" Ashley asked as her parents and little brother Kenny walked towards her.

"They're coming with us." Peeta responded in a steady tone.

"What? How?" Ashley asked in shock.

"Because both your father and I are the mentors for the District Twelve tributes, so no one would be able to look after Kenny or Aria since both you and Jeremy are the tributes this year." Katniss responded. "So all of us will be on the Tribute Train, stay at the Capitol and watch the Games together."

"So... this isn't the last time I'll see Aria and Kenny?" Ashley asked with a small smile, to which Kenny smiled as well.

"Nope. You're stuck with us until you're actually in the arena." Kenny said, Ashley giving out a sigh in relief.

"There's something we need to talk to you about though." Peeta said, sitting down on the couch next to Ashley, who still held her daughter. "You're mother and I have a feeling that you and Jeremy are going to be the main targets in the Game, simply because you and Jeremy are our children. They'll think that you two are getting special treatment." Peeta explained.

"But... but that's crazy! Jeremy and I won't be getting special treatment at all." Ashley said as she shook her head.

"Actually... you are getting special treatment." Katniss added. "Because Aria and Kenny are going with us. If you were any other tribute then both Kenny and Aria would be put into a orphanage until Peeta and I got back. It's happened plenty of times in past Hunger Games for parents who couldn't take care of their children while the main child who supported the family were away for the Games. This is the very first time where anyone besides the tributes and mentors are allowed at the Capitol."

"So Jeremy and I are really going to be main targets just because of that?" Ashley asked in disbelief.

"Yes, because the other tributes will probably think that you're getting special treatment with other things as well." Peeta said.

"Jeremy and I have to be on guard even before the Games start then." Ashley said with a nod, understanding what kind of situation her and Jeremy were in.

"While mom and dad are doing private stuff with you and Jeremy though then I'll be looking after Aria in our room." Kenny said.

"I'm just glad I get to go with mommy." Aria said as she kissed her mother on the cheek.

"Me too." Ashley said with a smile. The Peacekeeper guarding the door outside knocked on it, the visit's time being up.

"We have to go see Jeremy now but we'll see you tomorrow on the train. Try and get some rest." Katniss said. The family then hugged after Katniss gave Ashley a silver heart-shaped locket necklace which had a picture of Aria inside, Ashley giving Aria one last kiss before her family left the room, leaving Ashley alone again. A few more people came by to visit Ashley, but once they were gone she placed her emptied coffee mug in the sink and had a hot meal, then changing clothes and crawling into bed. Tomorrow morning she would be on the Tribute Train and heading to the Capitol while watching all of the District's Reaping on tv, then she would be training in a large room with the rest of the tributes from the other Districts, this thought actually bothering her as she finally fell asleep after around two hours of tossing and turning.

Caroline Hawthorne from District Four
In District Four

Caroline watched as Kiseki stepped out of the crowed and onto the stage to stand beside her, the blonde realizing that she has seen Kiseki around the District before but never knew his name or even talked to him before. He offered Caroline a small smile, to which she managed to return before looking back out towards the crowed.

"Well here we are, ladies and gentlemen! These are the tributes from your District for the One-Hundred and Twelfth Hunger Games!" Samuel said cheerfully. "Unless we have some volunteers for them?" He asked, but no one offered. Caroline gave a deep breath to calm herself down, and after Samuel gave a nod towards the Peacekeepers they motioned Caroline and Kiseki off the stage, where they would be taken to their separate rooms.

Once Caroline entered her room and closed the door her eyes widened, each room being set up the same from all of the Districts. Caroline's gaze quickly went to the food that was laid out on the table, the curly haired blonde quickly walking over to it and eating. Her family could never afford the kind of food that was laid out in front of her, so she wanted to relish in it. After about ten minutes a knock was then heard, Caroline's mother and father stepping into the room.

"Hey Caroline..." Her mother said with tears in her eyes, bringing her daughter to quickly walk over and wrap her arms around her mother.

"It's going to be okay mom." Caroline said, and after a few more moments they released each other, only to have Caroline wrap her arms around her father as well.

"You'll survive this." Gale said.

"Since District Thirteen is in the Games now then there's twenty-six of us, dad, and only one makes it out unless its the pair from the same District. I don't have a chance." Caroline responded as tears flooded her own eyes.

"There's 24 of us Gale, only one comes out." Katniss' words suddenly came back to Gale when he had visited her before the Games when she had been a tribute, bringing Gale to wrap his arms tighter around his daughter.

"You can make it, Caroline. I know you can. When you come home, we'll all be waiting for you." Gale said, bringing Caroline to nod as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. After a few more minutes it was time for Caroline's parents to leave, but Gale quickly reached into his pocket and handed Caroline a ring which had a symbol of a fish on it. "A token from home." Gale said, to which Caroline smiled. She slipped on the ring and hugged her parents, then watching them leave as they closed the door. If only Gale knew that Katniss' and Peeta's older children were in the Games this year as well, though he would find out very soon...

Matt Wilson from District Thirteen
In District Thirteen

After the Reaping Matt stood in his assigned room, doing the same as Caroline as he ate a lot of the food that was provided for him. Like Caroline, Matt could never afford to eat this kind of food so he wanted to make the very best of it. As he ate his mind traveled to the events that were going to unfold in the matter of days, tomorrow being the start as he takes the train to the Capitol. It would be a lie if Matt said he wasn't nervous at all about the Games, but he was, though he was going to do his best not to show it.

"Can I come in?" Matt's father asked after knocking and opening the door.

"Of course." Matt said with a nod, watching as his father walked into the room and closed the door.

"Everything is happening so quickly..." Matt's father said as he sat down on the couch.

"I know." Matt responded, sitting next to his father. "I promise though that I'm going to come home. I've been training so long for this, so I'm ready." Matt said with confidence. His father smiled, wrapping an arm around his son.

"Before I leave I wanted to give you this." His father said, pulling out a gold coin with an eagle on it, bringing Matt to look at his father in shock.

"This is yours, dad... you won't even sell it for good food since we normally get by. You love this coin." Matt said, though his father shook his head and handed his son the coin.

"I want you to have it for now. You can give it back to me when you've won." His father said, Matt nodding and putting the coin in his pocket.

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Kiseki Kagami from District Four
In District Four

Kiseki noticed Caroline return the smile he offered, although it was clear hers had been forced as well. Neither of them spoke to each other, nor did they really acknowledge the crowd that stared at them with expressions mixed with fear and sorrow. They were just another unfortunate pair who were being sent to die in the Hunger Games. By now, there wasn’t anything special about it.

The two of them were escorted off the stage by the district’s Peacekeepers, and Kiseki had to admit he was thankful to be escorted into the luxurious room where he was to say goodbye to his friends and family. He noticed the leather couch, the machine from which he could order anything he could think of and within seconds have it in front of him, the king sized bed with velvet blankets. It was all beautiful, but he acknowledged none of it. All he could think about was what was currently happening, where he was going. He also couldn’t help but worry about Ichiru. He and James had moved to District Three a year ago, and the fact that his brother was now in a separate district unnerved Kiseki. What if he had been chosen as a tribute, too? He couldn’t bear the thought of that. There was no way he could kill Ichiru in the arena. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

It wasn’t long after he had finally taken a seat on the couch after several moments of pacing that the door opened, Kotomi and Isobel standing on the other side. Kiseki barely had time to rise to his feet before Kotomi was squeezing the life out of him with her embrace.

“I’m so sorry, Kiseki.” He heard her say in his ear, her voice breaking with sobs. “I wish I could have volunteered for you.”

Kiseki swallowed the lump forming in his throat, and after wriggling his arms free of his sister’s grasp, he wrapped them around her in return.

“You don’t have to apologize, Kotomi.” He told her softly. “It’s not your fault I was picked. It’s no one’s fault. None of us could have seen it coming.” He looked up at his mother as Kotomi cried into his chest, the silent tears he saw beginning to run down her face forcing his own eyes to begin to sting as the lump in his throat returned. He opened one of his arms to her, and Isobel joined the embrace, wrapping her arms around both of her children.

“You have to come back to us, you hear me?” She managed to keep a steady voice despite her tears, and Kiseki gave a nod in response, although he knew she probably didn’t see it. “We’ve already lost Ichiru, I don’t want to lose you too.”

She spoke as though Ichiru had died, which, to them he might as well have. Since he was now in another district, they never got to see him, and they couldn’t visit each other freely. It was basically as if he were gone forever.

“I will. I swear I will.” Kiseki spoke the words, but even so all three of them knew that he probably wouldn’t. This grave thought was left unspoken as the trio merely stood in silence for several moments. Finally, Kiseki spoke again. “You have to keep each other safe while I’m gone, okay? Forget about me and take care of each other.”

At this moment Kiseki greatly resembled his brother, but no one spoke it. Instead, the woman and young girl each gave a simple nod in response.

“I love you. Both of you.” Kiseki managed a smile as he broke the embrace to look at what was left of his family; the mother and sister who were so dear to him. They just had enough time to whisper their responses before their time for goodbyes were up and they had to leave. However, before they departed, Kotomi quickly handed Kiseki something she had kept held tightly in her hand; a silver pendent with a dark sapphire gem inside of which greatly resembled her eyes, as well as the waters that he and his siblings had loved so much to be around. Whenever he moved it, the surface looked as though it rippled like water. He recognized it from a few years ago; Ichiru had found it on the shores of the beach. It had been his. Kiseki, Kotomi, and even Isobel, who he had first attempted to give it to, had insisted that he keep it since he had been the one to find it. He had even had no luck finding the original owner within the district. The sight of it combined with the thought of his brother made Kiseki's heart ache, but he didn't allow it to show. He knew that Kotomi had kept it after Ichiru left, and had meant for this to be his token, so he slipped it over his head after they had gone.

He was only alone for a few seconds between each visit; aside from Kotomi and Isobel, a few of the friends he and Ichiru had made came by to say heartfelt, yet less teary goodbyes to him and wish him luck. Finally, Kiseki sat on the couch and was about to finally order something to drink to try and calm himself a little when the door opened one more time.

Kiseki looked up to see the figure that walked in, his expression instantly softening. A girl with auburn colored hair that fell down a little past her shoulders in soft curls and brown eyes which were already glistening with unshed tears stood in the doorway.

“Rose…” Like with Kotomi, Kiseki was barely able to stand before she was there with her arms around him. Aside from Amber, Rose had been the only close female friend of his since they were children. She has actually been Amber’s younger sister, and was the reason that the twins had become friends with the older girl.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I have to…” A heavy silence fell over the room as the two merely stood there, postponing the time of parting. Finally, Rose released the dark haired teen, leaning back to look directly into his eyes.

“There’s something I have to tell you before you go.” She paused, and somehow Kiseki sensed that he wasn’t supposed to respond yet. “I… love you, Kiseki. I have for a long time now. I can‘t stand the thought of you not being here anymore…”

Kiseki was taken aback by the sudden confession, and had he not been so worried about the Games, his cheeks would have no doubt turned a bright red. It took him a few moments to compose himself as he merely stared at the younger girl in front of him, but after what seemed like forever, he spoke.

“If I win these Games, then we’ll get to be able to be together again.” He took her face in his hands, wiping away the tears that ran down her face with his thumb. It was clear without him having to say it how he felt. “I promise I’ll come back to you. So don’t give up just yet.” He offered a smile, which Rose returned after a few moments. The two of them could hear the Peacekeepers coming to usher her away so that Kiseki could move on to the train that would take the tributes to the Capitol, and before he could say anything to her, Rose had suddenly leaned up to close the distance between them.

Kiseki’s face flushed all over again when he felt her lips connect with his, and it seemed that mere seconds after he started to return it, Rose’s time was up and she had to leave.

“I wanted to do that at least once before you left.” She told him with a smile after she’d pulled away. “Make sure you keep that promise.”

“I will.” Kiseki managed to return the smile, and then Rose was gone. He gave a sigh, sitting back down on the couch as he awaited his signal to leave. Now he had two reasons to come home. Two reasons to fight, and no reason not to win.

Ichiru Kagami from District Three
In District Three

Ichiru hardly paid any attention to the beautiful room he was escorted to after the Reaping had concluded, except maybe to the advanced machinery for food, soap and shampoo. He found it interesting how so many different things could come from one machine - and instantly. Especially with the one for food and beverages. There were as many things as you could possibly think of to order from it, although he didn’t feel much like eating and simply ordered some coffee.

He sat down on the soft couch with it, waiting for the time when he would be taken to the train that would whisk him away to the Capitol. He didn’t expect anyone to come. He didn’t know anyone here, and James certainly didn’t care.

However, much to Ichiru’s surprise, the door across the room opened, and the blonde haired man stepped inside, a grim expression on his face.

“Shouldn’t you be smiling? I’m being shipped off to die in a bloody free for all, so I’ll finally be out of your life.” Ichiru spoke to him dully, not even looking at the older man as he entered the room and allowed the door to click shut behind him.

“You know, you’re such a pain to be around.” He snapped in a gruff voice, bringing Ichiru to look at him with a sharp glare. “And here I’d come to see you off.”

I’m a pain to be around?” Ichiru lowered his cup to his lap as his eyes met James’. “You’re the one who put your family through hell for years.”

“But you were the brat who made it worse.” James snarled as he walked up to the dark haired teen. “If you had let everything be, we wouldn’t have had to leave and you wouldn’t be practically sentenced to death right now. It’s your fault.”

“You had to leave because you were putting the rest of the family in danger!” The coffee cup crashed to the ground as Ichiru sprang up, mere inches from the older man. “You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself! You resorted to putting yourself in a drunken stupor to get away from your problems, and then took out your frustration on the rest of us!” Now James’ expression showed traces of rage.

“Now listen to me--”

“No!” Ichiru cut him off. “It’s the truth, and you know it is! You’re the one who deserves to be sent into the Hunger Games! I wish you were the one going into the arena so you could learn what it’s like to be constantly afraid and preyed on!”

Everything that had been withheld and left unspoken within the past year seemed to come out all at once; their words clashed together like swords as the two continued on. They shouted insults and horrible words at each other for what seemed like forever until finally everything began to calm down. Despite the calm, Ichiru shoved the older man away .

“Get out. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” James didn’t have time to retaliate, for his time was already up. Ichiru turned away to pick up the broken pieces of the coffee mug as James started for the door.

“You‘d better come back alive.”

Ichiru froze, whipping around to look at his father with something akin to disbelief and shock, but the older man had already left. He gave a sigh after a few moments, returning to the cup. Of course he didn’t mean it in the way he thought. He just wanted the money…

Michael Knight from District Two
In District Two

Michael saw the encouraging smile that Auram gave in response to his questioning look, which he managed to return with a small one of his own as the thunderous applause of the crowd began. His attention was drawn back toward the sea of people, all of which were cheering and applauding as if they were celebrities. Well, technically the Career tributes were in their own districts. But it still didn’t feel right, somehow. There shouldn’t be praise and applause for something like this.

He was escorted to a room afterward where he could say goodbye to his family and friends. Michael didn’t care much for the luxurious furniture and machines, mostly because he was too upset over this whole thing. The way the Hunger Games were treated in the Career districts was sickening. He still couldn’t shake the hatred over it.

His parents came to wish him a teary and encouraging goodbye, although it was obvious they were fixated on his winning and getting them into a Victory House. Not that the living conditions should matter. They had never really been without, so Michael found their lives perfect. Not too much, not too little.

A few of his friends stopped by as well, wishing him luck and giving him the general “you’d better come back” and “you’ve been training hard for this. Don’t let us down!” responses. Michael really did enjoy seeing his family and friends, twisted as a lot of them were toward this whole ordeal, but he was mostly indifferent to it all. When his visitors had finally cleared out, he took a seat on the couch in the room with an apple.

As he took a bite out of it and stared out the window rather than turning the large tv across the room on, he couldn’t help but think of Mikayla. The year that she had been chosen, no one had volunteered. Michael assumed it had been planned, but it still wasn’t fair. But then again, he was in the position of a volunteer himself now, and it didn’t exactly feel that great. Was this what the others felt like when they had to volunteer? Or were they excited and confident about it? He knew he wasn’t. One thing was for sure though; regardless of what it meant for him when he got back home, he had to win. Not for the fame, and not for his status as a Career volunteer, but to avenge his sister.

Caitlyn Walker from District Seven
District Seven

Everything happened so fast Caitlyn could hardly process it. One minute she was at home reading as she most enjoyed doing in her spare time, and now here she stood, paralyzed with shock and fear on the stage of the Reaping, alongside her fellow male tribute. He seemed excited about the situation, but Caitlyn was terrified.

However, she refused to let it show as she looked out at the applauding crowd of people, finding her father amongst the sea of faces. He appeared indifferent; emotionless, even. Caitlyn couldn’t tell what was going on in his mind. She didn’t expect him to be sad; he had told her countless times that he wished she had never been born, and had barely acknowledged her all his life. He had even tried to keep her from being known within the district as his daughter. What could he be thinking now, with her standing on the stage in front of thousands of people; broadcasted on national television for all of the districts to see? Was he angry? Was he shocked? Sad? Afraid? Did he even care?

All of these thoughts pushed the fear out of Caitlyn’s expression, and now she appeared to be staring out emotionlessly into the crowd. This was better, though. The Reaping ceremonies would be aired on television tonight, and she didn’t need to let them see her fear.

The ceremony concluded, and the two tributes were escorted away. Although they lived a privileged life for the most part, Caitlyn and her father had never been very well off, so the sight of such a room as the one she was led into took her by surprise. She ate a little of the food that had been laid out despite her uneasy state, and spent the rest of her time pacing the floors.

The door across the room opened and startled the girl in the midst of her worrying and pacing, and she froze to look and see who had come to visit.

“I have to admit I’m surprised that you were chosen as a tribute.” The awkwardness in her father’s voice as he spoke was obvious, but she couldn’t blame him. “It’s kind of painful, actually.”

Caitlyn had to admit the presence of her father both comforted and touched her, since he had actually bothered to come by after all these years of pushing her away and not acknowledging her. But of course, who was to say that he didn’t just come by to rub everything in her face and gloat over the fact that she was finally going to die?

“How so? You’ve always said you wished I was dead.” Caitlyn’s sharp, defensive personality emerged from both her thoughts and uneasiness toward the situation. “Shouldn’t you be jumping for joy because it’s finally happening?”

“Look.” The older man gave a sigh and took a step toward his daughter. “All those years, I… I don’t know what I was doing. I treated you in a way that you didn’t deserve, and now it’s too late to change it. I’m not one for long speeches with heartfelt words, so I’ll just say it like this. You have to stay alive and come back from that arena, you hear? I can’t have the only family I have left going off and dying on me.”

Caitlyn’s defenses lowered only slightly when she realized that her father was basically telling her in his own way that he loved her, he was sorry for what he had done, and that he wanted her to come back home. However, he didn’t give her a chance to say anything, simply wrapping his arms around her for one long, tight embrace. When he had let go, he took her hand and pressed a small, wooden coin on which two axes were crossed to form an X with a 'C' embedded over the place where they intersected into her palm. Caitlyn knew without being told that he had made this sometime when she wasn't around - and for her, considering the C on it.

“Remember, I’ll be waiting for you here. I know you’re a fighter. Don’t let me down.” With that he was gone, leaving a confused and teary teenage girl standing in the middle of the room. If only she would be able to survive and come back to that changed attitude of his.

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Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark from District Twelve
In District Twelve/ On Tribute Train

"Mommy, wake up." Ashley heard Aria's voice in her ear along with feeling the toddler shaking the brunette's arm, bringing Ashley to slowly open her eyes and give out a small groan. Today was the day when they would be taking a train to the Capitol, along with watching the other Reapings from the other Districts on the television.

"You have an hour to get ready." Peeta's voice came from the other side of the room. Ashley sat up on the bed, looking at her father as Aria climbed up on the bed to sit next to her mother.

"Where's mom?" Ashley asked.

"Her and Kenny are waking up Jeremy." Peeta responded. Ashley nodded, giving her ginger haired daughter a smile.

"How did you sleep?" Ashley asked.

"Not that great." Aria responded.

"Neither did I." Ashley admitted with a sigh.

"Even though the train goes a little over 200 miles per hour we still won't make it to the Capitol until nightfall, so you can take naps on the train." Peeta said to his daughter with a small smile, Ashley nodding as she smiled back.

The hour had passed as Ashley and Jeremy boarded the Tribute Train which would take them straight to the Capitol, the two siblings having showered and ate a little bit. Katniss, Peeta, Kenny and Aria were already waiting in the train as Sonya Karp led Ashley and Jeremy to the train, each train being as luxury as the rooms the tributes stayed in that night. All different kinds of endless foods were provided, as well as endless drinks and large soft seats to sit on.

"I was honestly hoping that we would wake up in our beds and that yesterday was just a terrible nightmare." Jeremy said as he sat on one of the couches by the window, the train taking off.

"I was hoping the same thing." Ashley sighed, Aria running over and sitting on Ashley's lap.

"Before we watch the other Reapings we need to talk about tomorrow." Katniss said. "Tomorrow morning you and Jeremy will be in the same training room as the other tributes. It is absolutely important that you don't show them your strong points."

"So Ashley, you stay away from archery and knife throwing." Peeta said, then looking over to Jeremy. "And Jeremy, you stay away from weight lifting, the spears and the swords."

"On the last day before the Games begin you will each be evaluated privately by the Gamemakers and some Sponsors. It is very important that you show them your skills." Katniss added.

"There will be a bow there as well as throwing knives, so Ashley, make sure you use them. There will also be weights, spears and swords for Jeremy. You will be scored from numbers 1-13, since District Thirteen is in the Games now. The higher you score, the better chance you have at getting really good Sponsors." Peeta said.

"So then Jeremy and I would go to stations such as fire-making and such during training with the other tributes?" Ashley asked.

"Exactly." Katniss said. "Make sure at least one of you is very good at each station, like you could be a pro at making fires while Jeremy isn't, but Jeremy could be a pro at making traps and snares while you're not that good at them. You two need to remain as a team, and as long as you two stick together then you'll save each other."

"Like how you and dad saved each other." Jeremy said with a small smile, bringing the rest of the group to smile as well.

"Yes, we did safe each other." Peeta said, giving Katniss a light kiss.

"What about Alliances?" Ashley asked.

"Your mother and I are still debating if whether or not that's a good idea." Peeta said.

"The two of you are going to be making a lot of enemies just because of your last name." Katniss explained as Ashley and Jeremy nodded, the two twins understanding why.

"Once we actually see the other tributes ourselves during the training sessions then we'll decide. We need to watch how they act around the two of you and see if any of them could be trust-worthy of an Alliance." Peeta said.

"So then we'll worry about that option later then." Jeremy said with a nod.

"Should we watch the Reapings?" Kenny asked as Katniss nodded, Sonja turning on the television that was bolted to a wall. The group watched Reaping after Reaping, but when District Four came up for the girls Katniss gasped, her jaw falling as her eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" Aria asked in alarm.

"That's... that's Gale's daughter." Katniss responded, Peeta placing a hand over hers.

"Wait a minute." Ashley said, looking over to Sonya who had a touch screen remote. "Go back to the male tribute for District Three." Sonya nodded, rewinding the footage and paused it at the male's face. "Okay now go to the male tribute for District Four." The tape then fast forward, pausing at the male tribute.

"They're twins as well." Jeremy said in shock, the main shock being because the two males were in different Districts.

"And Gale's daughter Caroline is partners with the one twin." Peeta said as he was lost in thought.

"Didn't you used to tell Jeremy and I would sometimes play with Gale's daughter when we were all only babies?" Ashley asked in confusion, Katniss nodding.

"Looks like we'll be seeing each other for a reunion while we try to kill each other..." Jeremy muttered in disgust, hating the Hunger Games so much. The group watched the rest of the Reapings in silence, a little bit surprised that so many tributes were volunteers.

"I just... I just wish that the Hunger Games didn't exist." Ashley said. "I wish that they would just disappear forever."

"And how would they just disappear?" Jeremy asked.

"If we start a rebellion and actually end the Games once and for all." Ashley responded, Peeta and Katniss looking at each other in deep thought. "I can't stand the fact that Aria might have to go into the Games when she gets older if she ever got picked. That's the main reason why I want the Games to end, so she won't go through them..." Ashley and Jeremy looked down as Ashley held Aria close to her. None of the children saw, but Katniss gave Peeta a nod, bringing Peeta to as well as they both looked at Sonya, who also gave a nod.

"You guys should get some sleep. All four of you look exhausted." Peeta said as he looked back to his three children and granddaughter.

"Yes, sleep is what you guys need right now. On the other side of the train there's a few train-cars with large beds." Katniss added.

"Can I sleep in the same bed as you, mommy?" Aria asked as Ashley smiled.

"Of course you can." Ashley said, standing up with Aria in her arms as the group disappeared to find the beds.

Caroline Hawthorne from District Four
In District Four/ On Tribute Train

Caroline was already awake, showered and dressed when a young man with dark brown hair knocked on the door and then opened it a few moments later, this being Caroline's and Kiseki's mentor. He looked to be in his early twenties, having won the 108th Hunger Games when he was seventeen.

"Hello Caroline." The man said, bringing Caroline's face to brighten as she quickly crossed the room and wrapped her arms around the young man.

"Stefan? What are you doing here?" Caroline asked, the situation not clicking to her just yet.

"Remember I won the Games a few years ago? I'm your mentor." Stefan said with a smile, bringing Caroline to smile as well. Caroline and Stefan were very good friends ever since Caroline was just a little girl, the curly haired blonde being happy that something good happened out of this.

"I'm really happy." Caroline sighed in relief, the two finally letting each other go.

"I'm going to go wake up Kiseki. The train leaves in a little while so make sure to be ready." Stefan said. Caroline nodded, watching as Stefan disappeared to wake up Kiseki. The minutes had passed as Samuel Morse was leading Caroline to the train, her eyes widening in awe when seeing all the food on the train once again. She saw Stefan sitting at one of the tables with a few papers in his hands, bringing her to walk over and take a seat next to him.

"What are those for?" Caroline asked.

"It's nothing important." Stefan smiled, turning on the television as the train began to move. "The first thing I want to show you guys are the Reapings so we can see what you're up against." Stefan turned on the Reapings, though when he got to the boy tribute from District Three he turned a bit pale from shock, the same as Caroline as they watched the footage.

"Is... is that your twin?" Caroline looked to Kiseki in shock, Stefan remaining silent for a moment.

"The best thing to do right now is go through all of the Reapings and talk about it afterwards." Stefan spoke softly as he offered Kiseki a warm smile, going through each Reaping again.

"A lot of volunteers this year..." Caroline commented at the end of District Eleven's Reaping. It was time to watch District Twelve, Caroline being shocked once again when she heard the last names of the two tributes. "Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark? As in Katniss Mellark and Peeta Mellark?"

"Don't get intimidated by their last name. I know that their parents are winning tributes, but you're going to beat them." Stefan said.

"It's not that... my dad Gale knows their parents. When we were babies Ashley, Jeremy and I used to play sometimes whenever Katniss and Peeta would come to visit..." Caroline looked down, though she forced herself to watch the last Reaping. Once it was over she stood up, looking over to Stefan. "Could I have a little bit of time alone?" Caroline asked. Stefan nodded, watching as Caroline disappeared into another section of the train.

In District Thirteen Matt boarded the Tribute Train along with the female tribute, the two watching the Reapings. A jealousy began to boil in Matt towards the District Twelve tributes, all because of their last name...
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OOC: I will edit this later to get in my other characters. Feel it's better to actually get this post up and come back later to finish everything... It's so long

Keiru&Amelia Kozaka, District One
In District One/ On Tribute Train

Keiru sighed, leaning back against the wall as he stared at the ceiling. He wouldn't be surprised if his parents didn't even bother turning up, since they had always been too busy with their business to pay attention to their family, especially after what had happened to Amelia, they still didn't even bother with the two of them. A sudden knock at the door brought Keiru out of his thoughts, as he glared at the door as it opened, revealing a man with golden hair and a rough blond beard beginning to establish itself upon his face. His eyes were a crimson colour, much like Keiru's, and Keiru didn't even change his reaction from a glare as he recognised who it was.

"Father..." Keiru spat, as if disgusted by the mere thought that the man before him was his father.

His father stood at the other end of the room, fidgeting nervously, rubbing his left arm as he tried to decide what to say, raising his gaze from the floor to look to Keiru.

"Why did you volunteer?" his father asked, his features contorting into worry.

Keiru merely glared back at his father in response. His father couldn't really be that stupid to not realise why Keiru had volunteered. His father released a sigh, moving to take a step forward, but Keiru's gaze prevented him, as he finally noticed the pure anger and hatred within it.

"Look, Keiru, I know I haven't been the best of fathers." At this, a small laugh escaped from Keiru as he shook his head. "But, I want to make amends. I wouldn't be able to stand it if something were to happen to you in there. I do care about you, you know. The business, us working hard, was all for your future."

"And whilst you were busy working for my future." Keiru growled, disgust evident now in his tone. "I had to take on a father figure role in Amelia's life, because you were too busy working for my future? Your excuses are laughable father. You don't even know what happened to Amelia do you?"

At this, shock and confusion rose upon his father's face. Several moments of silence passed, before his father broke the silence.

"She never told us..." was all his father could get out, sadness clear on his face.

"Men broke into our home, because we were your children whilst you were off gallivanting around in your business, and I was out making sure we had enough to live. I arrived home not too long after they seemingly broke in, and was quickly taken out, by a surprise attack. They did terrible things to her, father." Keiru's glare was now met by his father's horrified features as they made eye contact. "I mercilessly attacked them upon breaking free of my restraints, leaving them all bloody messes on the floor, and it took them months to recover. I still wished I had killed them for what they had done, but of course, I would have ended up causing more harm to my sister as then I would have been out of her life too."

"We practically disowned you after we heard about the attack on those men. We didn't know why you had attacked them..." his father muttered in sadness. "But, Keiru, believe me, when I say that I want you to survive this, I want our family to be back together in the future. You must protect your sister like you have been before, and both of you return to us. Then we can be a family again. All of us."

"It will take me a while to forgive you and mother for what happened, however, I'm sure Amelia would be pleased to have our family reunite. I don't think, however, that we should inform her until we're out of there and back home. I don't want to get her hopes up, to only have them shattered if something were to happen to me." Keiru stated.

Silence filled the room, a minute or two passing before his father nodded, looking into Keiru's eyes.

"Okay. Keiru, please make sure you win. I want us to be a family again." his father requested as he moved closer to Keiru, embracing him in a hug, several moments passing before Keiru returned the gesture.

The two of them broke apart as his father glanced at the lone clock in the room, and began heading towards the door. Stopping for a moment to look back at his son, offering a smile.

"And who knows, we may be reunited sooner than you think." his father said, and disappeared out of the room leaving Keiru alone to ponder about the last statement.

Time passed, and Keiru and Amelia were reunited on the platform where the train was waiting for them, ready to take them to the Capitol. Keiru glanced at Amelia, who looked up at him and smiled, his features softening as he smiled in response. Soon, the two of them were on the train, met with a man in his thirties.

"Greetings, my name is Richard, and I shall be your mentor during these tough times. When you train with all the other Tributes, make sure that you do not reveal your skill. So, if you happened to be an expert at archery, do not go and show everybody this. You can still go to archery, but do not reveal how skilled you are with said archery. You understand?" the man asked, to which Keiru and Amelia nodded in response.

Richard offered a smile to the siblings, Amelia genuinely smiling back at him, whilst Keiru faked a smile, deep in thought as he thought things over. "So, what are we to expect in the Games, Richard?"

"I have a tape of the other Reapings for you to view, hang on, let me just get everything ready." Richard responded, and began fumbling with a bag, pulling out a tape and placing it into a nearby slot that was there for the tape.

Several moments passed, before the screen flickered to life. Keiru leaned back, watching the various tributes without much interest, but he leaned forward upon seeing the District Two female tribute on the tape, an eyebrow raising. Richard looked back at Keiru, pausing the tape. "What is it Keiru?"

"She seems so out of place... and it appears, if for a few brief moments, that they were reluctant to actually allow her into the Games, though it could pass off as dramatic pausing for those watching, there was definitely hesitation." Keiru explained.

"You're quite observant. If I may?" Richard spoke up, and Keiru nodded in response.

Keiru leaned back once more, losing interest at District Three, but his interest peaked at the Male Tribute of District Four, who was the spitting image of the Male Tribute from District Three. "The Male Tributes of Districts Three and Four are twins."

Richard nodded as he continued to look at the tape, watching each Reaping with interest. Amelia was also leaning forward, examining the other tributes with much interest, though this was due to her nervousness, and she almost jumped when Keiru's hand gripped her shoulder in a comforting gesture, and Amelia smiled up at Keiru, before turning her attention back to the tape.

Keiru's attention snapped back to the tape, and he leaned forward with much interest, looking at the face of the female tribute from District Seven. A small smile rose on his face as he studied the features of the girl. Amelia glanced up at her brother, and smirked, nudging him, bringing his attention back to her as a blush rose up on his face.

"Hey, she's quite a looker isn't she?" Amelia whispered, and Keiru's blush increased as he looked away, looking down at the floor, causing Amelia to giggle quietly, before she looked back at the screen.

A gasp escaped Amelia's mouth at the volunteer from District Nine, as she realized it was a young teen, several years her junior. She couldn't comprehend why somebody at the boy's age would willingly volunteer to enter the Games. Keiru meanwhile, was completely zoned out of watching the tape, deep in thought over the girl from District Seven. He wondered if he could kill her, before struggling to prevent himself from laughing.

Of course he could kill her, she was merely a girl with a pretty face. Nothing more. He didn't even know her personally. Though he would relish in saving her for last. He would ensure he was the one to kill her, and not let anyone else do so. Keiru turned his attention back to the screen upon hearing the names of the District Twelve tributes. He smirked as he came to a conclusion as to who exactly they were. Children of the famous Katniss
and Peeta, the Star Crossed Lovers. He couldn't wait to kill them.

Christian Wright,District Nine
On Tribute Train

Christian sighed as he watched the tape showing the other tributes. He was able to conclude that it would be very dangerous to convince the members of District One. The male was certainly a psychopath, but the girl, the man's sister, seemed sane.

If I could convince her... he would surely follow Christian pondered, as the tape continued.

Christian smirked when he noticed the male tributes from Districts Three and Four were twins, which meant they would most likely team up, and obviously they wouldn't be able to kill one another. Especially if they were close. If it came down to it, it was obvious who would die if they and their partners were the last ones remaining. Christian nodded to himself as he thought things through, glancing over at his partner, who squirmed nervously in her seat, and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and offered her a smile.

"We'll win this. I have a plan." Christian whispered, before turning his attention back to the screen.

None of the other tributes really drew his attention, besides the tributes from District Twelve. They were children of Peeta and Katniss, who were well known for many things from the 74th Hunger Games. They would obviously be targeted by the other tributes, so he could try and make an alliance with them. He shook his head. It would just make him a target too. Something he didn't want. Christian stood up, looking back at the man seated across from him, and nodded at him.

"I'm going to go relax." Christian said, as he walked off.

He knew he was going to have to kill in the arena, and he was shifting through the tributes in his head, trying to decide on which one. The girl from District Seven would be the easiest target, and he smiled as he slumped down on a couch, staring up at the ceiling. When the Games started, he'd go straight in for the kill.

Brandon Lockhart, District Ten
On Tribute Train

"Brandon, are you even paying attention to the tape?" the woman across from him asked, drawing his attention.

"Psychopath and sister, District One. Twins, Districts Three and Four. Mellarks, District Twelve." Brandon listed, before looking away.

The woman shook her head, turning to talk to the girl that was the other tribute of District Ten. Brandon was lost in his thoughts over the male from District One. He was most certainly a threat. He looked strong, he had a sister who he instantly moved to protect when she had been called up as tribute, and he was a psychopath. He was going to be a hazard within the arena. He wouldn't be able to make an alliance with the man, since he was obviously insane, and would be a liability. This left him with only one option, which was to kill the man. How he would do this was still up for speculation, but he was going to make the man from District One his first target.
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Auram Ubralles from District Two

After the applause had died down, Auram was lead to the housing for the tributes. After she had been lead out of sight from the crowd, two peacekeepers converged on Auram, grabbing her arms while several more gathered around, shifting nervously in their boots. No doubt they had learned of her disposal of their fellow soldiers. It was only the girl's status as a tribute that had stopped them from trying to beat her. Luckily, the boy had been taken down a different path, so Auram was able to speak freely, looking at the stern-faced guard to her right. "Did you know those boys?" she asked, smiling as his mouth twitched in anger. "Maybe you mentored them?"

"Shut up," he said, and some of the other Peacekeepers echoed his sentiments.

"Everyone has a perception that you soldiers are an immovable force, but I know the truth." She leaned towards her captor and spoke softly, "They screamed. Their voices broke and the reality came out. Underneath all of your bravado, you all die the same."

The blow came quickly, the guard picked up his stick and swung it at the teenage girl. She caught his wrist before it could hit and shot her leg out to connect with his ankle. He gasped in pain and the other guards moved in, ready to attack. Auram spun on the ball of her foot and pushed the Peacekeeper to her right away, seizing his weapon as she did so. The Tribute and her escorts glared at one another, but the tension was broken when Mr. and Mrs. Ubralles emerged from around the corner. Auram dropped the metal stick and plastered a huge smile on her face, " Hi mom and dad!"

"Don't you dare," her father said. "We heard what you did to those poor young men."

"Come on, the house is just a little further," her mother said before turning to the still-tense Peacekeepers, "We can take her from here."

"I'm not going anywhere," Auram said and walked to the impressive house. Her home was a mansion, but this was somehow even more impressive. Through the wooden dooray, Auram examined the high ceilings, the precariously perched chandelier, and a plaque above an ornate fireplace that simply said "Devotion." She wasn't alone though, no sooner had the door closed behind her that the Mayor of District Two emerged, flanked by two Peacekeepers. "Only two, huh? You must be expendable."

"Don't be glib with me you psychopath. Your actions today have put the entire district in an uncomfortable position." He was a young man, with a hawkish face and the eyes of a predator. Countless rumors were in circulation about the less-than-noble things he had done to rise to the stop.

Auram looked at a painting hung on the fall, feigning boredom, "How bad is it?"

"Many higher-ups in the Capitol know about your past exploits with killing and they're going to know about this one. I'm surprised they haven't disqualified you."

"No, you're not. There's no way out for a Tribute, short of being volunteered for. And besides, don't you think I'll make it a more interesting Hunger Games?"

"You think you're so damn clever, but once you're in that arena, you'll be the main target."

"No, I won't." Auram turned to face the mayor, "Because a wolf in sheep's clothing makes for a much more thrilling game. The more I am underestimated, the more damage I can do."

"You're insane."

"Maybe, but that's not important." Auram gave the older man a dazzling smile, "So, did you just come to lecture me or do you have a totem for me?"

"I'd love to give you a bullet in the head, but my hands are tied by the President." He smiled at the brief break in the Tribute's composure, "They're of the same mindset as you. They think that you'll be a wonderful addition to the games." The mayor began to leave through the door one of the Peacekeepers had opened for him, but he called to Auram over his shoulder, "You're not going to win. I'm going to make sure that any donations from this District are going straight to Michael Knight." With that the Mayor was gone and Auram was left alone inside of her majestic dwelling, at least until the train arrived.

She looked out the window and saw her parents speaking with the mayor of District Two, probably apologizing for their daughter's actions. As she wiped one rust colored strand out of her eye, Auram smiled, not at the sight before her, but at her own twisted fantasies. It was going to be a good Hunger Games. A very good Hunger Games indeed.

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Kiseki Kagami from District Four
On Tribute train

Later that day, Kiseki was roused from his sleep by a young man with brown hair. He couldn’t believe he had fallen asleep with how nervous he had been before. He could barely even remember getting on the train.

With nothing more than a small smile and a barely audible greeting to the other male, Kiseki rose from the bed and after taking a quick shower both to wake up and calm himself down, he followed his mentor, whom he had learned was named Stefan, to an empty room. He noticed all of the food that was set out instantly, and while his body told him he was hungry, Kiseki couldn’t bring himself to eat anything, instead sitting down across from Stefan as Caroline entered the room as well, taking a seat beside him.

"What are those for?" Caroline asked, her question directed to the papers in Stefan‘s hands which Kiseki hadn‘t noticed until now.

"It's nothing important." He smiled, turning on the television as the train began to move. "The first thing I want to show you guys are the Reapings so we can see what you're up against."

Kiseki directed his attention to the TV as the Reapings from the previous day began to play. There were no volunteers for the female tribute of District One this year, although the male who had volunteered to enter with his sister seemed more than happy to be part of the Games. Kiseki didn’t like the maniacal smirk he had when he looked at the camera, but then again, children were raised for the Games in those districts after all… He made a mental note to stay away from this particular person as much as possible. Hopefully he would never have to deal with him in the arena. In District Two there were volunteers as usual, but this year two girls volunteered as the female tribute, and an extra drawing even took place to determine who would be going into the arena. The girl who was chosen appeared proud, but the male looked anything but happy. Did that mean some volunteers were forced into it? That must be horrible…

However, it was the Reaping from District Three that really caught Kiseki’s attention. All of the color drained from his face when he saw that the male tribute chosen was none other than Ichiru.

"Is... is that your twin?" Caroline looked to Kiseki in shock, and it was all the dark haired teen could do to muster a stiff nod in response.

"The best thing to do right now is go through all of the Reapings and talk about it afterwards." Stefan said softly as he gave the younger teen a warm smile, although at the moment Kiseki was unable to return it.

For the rest of the Reapings he was in a bit of a haze, although he still paid enough attention to know who he was up against. The male volunteer from District Nine was surprising, considering his younger age. Then there were the tributes from District Twelve, Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark, the latter having volunteered for his younger brother. It made Kiseki’s heart ache to see the four year old girl who screamed for her mother as she walked onto the stage, but he knew there was nothing anyone could do about it. However, their last names did ring a bell. Ashley and Jeremy were the children of none other than Katniss and Peeta Mellark, the famous Star Crossed Lovers from the 74th Hunger Games.

"Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark? As in Katniss Mellark and Peeta Mellark?" Caroline spoke Kiseki’s thoughts after they had watched District Twelve’s Reaping.

"Don't get intimidated by their last name. I know that their parents are winning tributes, but you're going to beat them." Stefan told her.

"It's not that... my dad Gale knows their parents. When we were babies Ashley, Jeremy and I used to play sometimes whenever Katniss and Peeta would come to visit..." Caroline looked down, though she forced herself to watch the last Reaping, as did Kiseki. District Thirteen was last, with yet another volunteer. This one seemed all too eager to be in the Games as well. Kiseki couldn’t help but think that this was a horrible year to have been picked.

Once it was over, Caroline rose from her seat, her gaze on Stefan.

"Could I have a little bit of time alone?" Stefan nodded in response, and the blonde disappeared into another section of the train.

Kiseki looked down as silence fell over the room, his mind going back to what he had seen. He noticed the glint of the dark blue stone from the necklace Kotomi had given him from beneath his shirt; he had instinctively hidden it, not knowing if he would be allowed to take it into the arena despite his determination to.

“I can’t face Ichiru in the arena…” He spoke his thoughts out loud as he looked back up at Stefan. “I can’t kill him. I know I can’t.”

Caitlyn Walker from District Seven
Tribute Train

The events of the day seemed like a dream, and could have passed as one for a little while if Caitlyn had not woken on the tribute train which was to take her to the Capitol. She merely laid in the bed for several moments upon waking, letting her mind wander over the day’s events. It wasn’t until a knock came from her door and a woman’s voice called for her to follow her to meet her mentor that she finally dragged herself out of bed.

After a quick shower, she followed the woman - a petite thing with ridiculously styled midnight-blue hair and strange makeup to match, just like the other Capitol citizens - down the hall. She instantly noticed the older man who sat at the table with her fellow tribute, the two of them speaking in hushed voices despite the fact that there was basically no one in the room besides the Avox who were serving them. Caitlyn would have never known about them or what they were called if her father had not used a story of how they were captured and had their tongues cut off before being made into mute servants to scare her when she was younger. She had always wondered how he knew such a thing, but had never questioned it, and as she grew older, had doubted its authenticity. Now that she was looking at the quiet servants that came in and our of the room without so much as a grunt in response to anything they were told, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was actually true.

The man seemed to notice Caitlyn and the woman as they approached the table, offering a smile as the brunette took a seat beside her partner. He was a young boy who appeared around her own age, possibly a year older. His hair was dark brown like her own, but his eyes were a bright blue that stood out in contrast to his dark hair. Caitlyn remembered from the Reaping on the previous day that this boy’s name was Jason Phillips.

He gave her a smile that she was sure had to have been forced as she took her seat beside him, and Caitlyn managed one back before shifting her gaze to the older male in question.

“I’m glad you’ve joined us. My name is Daniel, and I will be your mentor for this year’s Hunger Games.” He greeted Caitlyn with a smile - a real one. He looked to be in his twenties, and had dirty blonde hair with eyes much like Jason’s. “The first thing I would like to do is show you guys the Reapings so you can see who you’re up against. Does that sound alright?”

“Sounds fine to me.” Jason responded while Caitlyn merely nodded. Daniel gave a nod of his own and directed his attention to a television screen which flickered to life only a few seconds later.

The Reapings from all of the Districts began to play on the screen one by one as Caitlyn and Jason watched silently. The male tribute from District One caught Caitlyn’s attention, but the maniacal smirk he gave the camera toward the end made her instantly wary of him.

“He seems like the type of guy we should stay away from…” Jason spoke Caitlyn’s thoughts as it switched over to District Two, where both tributes were volunteers. However, this year there were two girls who volunteered, and an extra drawing between the two was even arranged.

“It looks like they were kind of hesitate to let her join the Games.” Caitlyn observed as she watched the two.

“Yes, it seems so.” Daniel agreed, although the trio didn’t discuss it further, instead continuing to watch in silence.

“The tributes from Districts Three and Four are twins…” Caitlyn spoke again at the end of District Four’s Reaping, when seeing that the male tribute was identical to the one from District Three. There was no doubt every tribute watching these tapes would notice that, mostly because it was very strange. If those two were twins, why would they be in different districts? Was it some sort of plan or strategy of one of the districts? Could it even be possible that one of the twins wasn’t really part of that district, and had only been there for the purpose of the Reaping? But if that was the case, they would have volunteered, wouldn’t they? Of course, that would have made them stand out even more…

Caitlyn couldn’t figure out any reason to be suspicious of the twins, but she was all the same. It was better to be suspicious of everything than to trust too easily and have herself killed that way, after all.

One by one, the tributes from the rest of the districts played out on the screen. There wasn’t really anyone else worth noting besides the young volunteer from District Nine until District Twelve came up. Even though Caitlyn had never bothered to follow the Hunger Games, she still knew of Katniss and Peeta Mellark, who were no doubt the parents of the tributes from District Twelve this year. That would be a huge disadvantage to them, since they would no doubt be targeted because of that…

Ichiru Kagami from District Three
Tribute Train

This had to be a dream. It was impossible.

There was no way that Ichiru was looking at his brother on the stage at District Four’s Reaping ceremony. This couldn’t be happening…

Ichiru almost couldn’t watch the rest of the Reapings because the sight of Kiseki on that stage enraged him so. He was barely even able to pay attention to the rest of them, although he took note of those who gave off a dangerous vibe. The only thing that really caught his attention was District Twelve’s Reaping. The female tribute, Ashley Mellark, had a daughter that couldn’t be any older than four years old. When he heard the toddler mention the fact that her father had died in the Games, his rage melted away. That’s right. This wasn’t fair for anyone. They all had to face this pain and cruelty, and no matter what you were leaving behind you were not exempt.

However, once the tapes were finished, Ichiru excused himself from the room. He knew he should stay and try to discuss strategies for the arena, but he couldn’t seem to make himself concentrate on anything right now. He still felt the rage from knowing that Kiseki was going to be in the Games with him, and from a different district at that. However, in a way this did make it easier. If he hadn’t been in the Games with his brother, Kiseki would be all alone with no one but his partner to help him - and sometimes there wasn’t even that guarantee with some of the tributes. Ichiru had seen Caroline before when he had gone down to the beach with Kiseki to fish, but neither of them had ever spoken to her before, so he didn’t know what kind of person she was. You couldn’t really judge someone from appearance in the arena…

As he closed the door to his room behind him, Ichiru made his resolve. If he was going to be in the Games with Kiseki, he would make the best of it. He would find his brother in the arena and protect him from the other tributes, and then if it came down to just the two of them, he would die. Kiseki still had Isobel and Kotomi to return to, but Ichiru had James. He didn’t care about him, and he never had. There was nothing waiting for him back home. He didn’t want to die, but he didn’t want his brother to die even more. He realized that the two of them working together, while expected, would probably be suspicious to other districts and possibly make them a target because of said suspicion, but he couldn’t afford to over think things or worry over something like that. He had been provided with the opportunity to protect Kiseki this year, and he was going to take it.

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Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark from District Twelve
On Tribute Train/At The Capitol

Hours had gone by that day when the train finally reached the Capitol, it being nightfall. Ashley and Jeremy were sent to their prep team to get them ready for the Tribute Parade, though not much work had to be done on the two since their family was able to afford the beauty products and unwanted hair removal on a daily basis. After meeting with their stylist, George Parker who was in his early thirties, had made Ashley and Jeremy look mesmerizing in the Tribute Parade. He had dressed the siblings up in what Katniss and Peeta wore in their 74th Hunger Games Tribute Parade, in the special black suits with the flames in the back to match their parents, only this time the fire was blue with white and green tips. This made the crowed go absolutely wild, chanting District Twelve.

At the end of the parade however Ashley and Jeremy received a lot of hateful glares from a lot of the other tributes, especially when Kenny and Aria were seen to congratulate Ashley and Jeremy with Katniss, Peeta, Sonya, George and his prep team.

"Do you realize how many sponsors are talking about the two of you already?" Peeta asked with a smile on his face. Ashley and Jeremy ignored the glares they were receiving from most of the other tributes as Ashley leaned down and picked up Aria, holding her daughter protectively.

"Already?" Jeremy asked in surprise. Katniss nodded, then finally realizing that a lot of the tributes were giving the group deadly glares.

"How about we go upstairs?" Katniss suggested. The rest of the group looked around and nodded, walking towards the elevator. There were fourteen floors to this building, each District getting their own floor in order while the fourteenth floor was the roof where tributes could freely hang out, though an invisible force field pretended the tributes from falling over the edge.

The group was only in the elevator for only a few seconds until it reached the twelfth floor, the group walking into an enormous room that was unbelievable; it was like a three story house built into one room.

"This is amazing." Ashley said in awe, looking over to the walls made out of clear glass so someone could look out onto the large Capitol's city. Ashley, Jeremy, Kenny, Aria, Katniss, Peeta and Sonya would be staying on his floor, while George and his prep team would be staying somewhere else.

"Do you want to meet here for breakfast tomorrow morning?" George asked as he looked at Katniss and Peeta, who nodded.

"How does eight o'clock sound?" Peeta asked.

"We'll be here. We can go over some stuff since training for Jeremy and Ashley isn't until ten o'clock tomorrow morning." George responded, him and his prep team then leaving.

"I'm gonna go take a shower and then check out the roof. Do you want to come with me when I go?" Ashley asked as she looked over to Jeremy, though he shook his head.

"Nah, I'm just gonna relax in my room." Jeremy responded with a sheepish smile, bringing Ashley to return it.

"Can I come with you mommy?" Aria asked.

"Of course." Ashley said as she placed her daughter gently down. "Just give me ten minutes to take a shower and change into more comfortable clothes and then we'll go." Ashley then looked over to her parents. "Could you just watch her while I go in the shower?"

"No problem." Katniss said with a smile, picking up Aria as the group made themselves comfortable. After taking a shower, towel-drying her hair which was still a bit damp but beautiful, and getting dressed in pink pajama pants made of silk with a matching pink silk tank top Ashley stepped out of the bathroom and retrieved her daughter. Aria changed her clothes as well, being clothed in yellow pajama pants with dandelion patterns on the pants, and a red and orange colored pajama t-shirt with suns on it.

"Hello my little flower." Ashley laughed as Aria giggled, the two walking barefoot into the hallway and into the elevator where it would take them up to the roof. Once up on the roof Ashley didn't see any other tributes, bringing her to sigh in relief as her and Aria walked towards the edge of the roof where they were met by a four foot concrete wall. On the left side of the roof there was a large garden filled with all different kinds of flowers, chairs and benches as well.

"Look at the pretty lights from the city! Aren't they pretty mommy?" Aria asked in excitement as Ashley placed her daughter carefully on the edge of the wall and made her sit down. Even though Ashley didn't have to worry about Aria falling over the edge she still wrapped an arm protectively around Aria's waste, though the brunette looked out onto the city. There weren't any lights on top of the roof, but the lights from the large city provided the top of the roof to be visible for the tributes.

"It is very beautiful." Ashley admitted as she looked up at the night's stars as well, hearing the excitement for the Games that came from the crowds below. Aria could clearly hear this too, bringing her smile to turn into a frown as she looked up at her mother.

"Mommy, why are the people down there excited about the Games? It's like they're happy that kids are dying..." Aria said.

"Because the Games is their entertainment; because they don't have anything to lose. They don't have family members who go into the Games and watch as they get killed." Ashley said in slight anger, thinking back to Aria's father who had died in the Games just two years ago.

"Just promise that you'll win." Aria said with sadness, terrified of losing her mother.

"I promise." Ashley responded, kissing the top of her daughter's head. Ashley then gave a little tickle to Aria's ribs to cheer her up, which worked as the toddler began to laugh hysterically as Ashley giggled.

Caroline Hawthorne from District Four
At The Capitol

“I can’t face Ichiru in the arena…” Stefan heard Kiseki say as the two males locked eyes. “I can’t kill him. I know I can’t.” Stefan was silent for a few moments as he thought things through, looking down at his mysterious papers for a moment and then looking back up towards Kiseki.

"Look, there's something that's going to happen which I can't reveal yet, but I will say this; stay alive as long as you can." Stefan said in a whisper, breaking his gaze from Kiseki to look around at their surroundings to make sure no one was listening, then looking back to Kiseki as he shoved the papers into his pocket. "In the arena, find Ichiru and stay alive. Something is going to happen this year, but I'm not allowed to speak of it just yet. Just stay with Caroline, find Ichiru and stay alive as long as possible." Stefan whispered.

Night greeted the group as Caroline and Kiseki reached the Capitol, the two tributes being released to their prep team and to the Tribute Parade. Once that was finally over with the group was led to the fourth floor where they got an entire level to themselves, Caroline amazed by the room. Stefan gave a smile towards Caroline's reaction, walking further into the room.

"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock both you and Kiseki will have to go down to training with all of the other tributes, so be sure to wake up a little early to have a good breakfast." Stefan said, then walking into the kitchen. Caroline nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself down as she walked into her own room where she could shower and change clothes, the reality finally hitting her that she was indeed in the Games.

After showering and changing into shorts and a tank top for pajamas Caroline sat on her bed with the door opened as she looked out the large window to the city, her knees curled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around her legs. Stefan was sitting at the kitchen table and happened to look up, being able to see Caroline curled up in her bed. He knew Caroline all too well that something was wrong, bringing the slightly older male to stand up and walk up to the opened doorway.

"Can I come in?" Stefan asked after knocking on the door's frame. Caroline looked at him and nodded, her attention then shifting back to the window. Stefan took a seat next to Caroline, looking at her with deep concern. "What's wrong?"

"Just doing some thinking... about Kiseki and his brother Ichiru." Caroline responded. This took Stefan off guard for a brief moment, though he quickly recovered. "I think I know where Kiseki and I stand now."

"What do you mean?" Stefan asked in confusion, bringing Caroline to look at him as tears pooled her eyes.

"In the arena, if it happens to come down between Kiseki, Ichiru and I as the last three remaining tributes, I know I'm already dead." Caroline responded.

"But Kiseki is your partner." Stefan reminded the curly haired blonde, bringing her to shake her head.

"That wouldn't matter. Ichiru is Kiseki's brother, Stefan. He would choose his brother over me, which I can't even blame him because choosing Ichiru over me makes perfect sense. Just like how if it ever came down between Ashley, Jeremy and I as the last three standing. Even though the three of us played together when we were kids and that our parents were friends, I would still end up dead because the past doesn't matter. No matter what I'm going to end up dead in a few days." The tears finally escaped Caroline's eyes as she spoke, bringing Stefan to quickly wrap his strong arms around her.

"You're going to survive this, Caroline. I know you will. Your brother and I were best friends, which is how you and I became best friends, and when I got to mentor your brother for the Games last year he made me promise to look after you and protect you if he didn't survive." Stefan said, the two looking at each other. Caroline was shocked, not knowing this information before.

"He did?" Caroline asked.

"Yes. Last year right before the Games started your brother Austin and I talked about it the night before he was sent into the arena. I promise that I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Stefan responded.

"Once I'm in the arena though it's out of your control..." Caroline said in a low voice.

"No, it's not." Stefan said with determination. "I'm going to make sure you get amazing sponsors." Caroline nodded, wiping away the tears from her face. Stefan leaned over and gave a kiss on Caroline's forehead, then looking at her with a small smile. "Try and get some sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow." Caroline nodded, watching as Stefan walked out of the room and closed the door, though as Caroline laid down in her large bed her mind continued to swim with the different images of how she was going to die.

Matt Wilson from District Thirteen
At The Capitol

Matt laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling on the thirteenth floor of where all of the tributes were staying, thinking back to Ashley, Jeremy and their family. Matt became outraged when learning that Ashley's daughter Aria and younger brother Kenny were allowed at the Capitol, the jealousy turning into obsession for their blood to be spilled. The young man stood up, needing some air to try and clear his head so he could sleep that night for tomorrow's training session. Matt walked up to the roof, his rage only increasing when seeing who was up there.

"Damn..." Matt said in a very low voice when seeing Ashley tickling Aria, the young man quickly hiding in the shadows. All he wanted to do was kill Ashley right then and there, but he knew if he did then he would be executed. Instead, he remained in the shadows spying, maybe somehow getting information about Ashley that would help him figure out what kind of weapons she specialized in.
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Kiseki Kagami from District Four
Tribute Train/Capitol

"Look, there's something that's going to happen which I can't reveal yet, but I will say this; stay alive as long as you can." Stefan responded to Kiseki in a whisper, breaking his gaze to look at their surroundings. It seemed as though he was making sure no one else was listening, which made Kiseki all the more curious as to what he was going to say next. Stefan finally returned his gaze back to him and shoved the papers into his pocket. Those papers again… what was on them that was so worthy of hiding?

"In the arena, find Ichiru and stay alive. Something is going to happen this year, but I'm not allowed to speak of it just yet. Just stay with Caroline, find Ichiru and stay alive as long as possible."

Kiseki merely nodded in response. He wanted to question him and ask what he had meant, but Stefan had specified twice that he couldn’t speak of it, so it must have been big, whatever it was. Either way, any type of hope he could cling to at this moment was good enough for him.

It didn’t seem like long at all before nightfall came and the train arrived in the Capitol. Kiseki had been restless for the entire day, and had spent the majority of his time wandering around the places within the train that he was actually allowed to go to - which unfortunately hadn’t been very many.

Kiseki and Caroline were whisked away to their prep team who were to prepare them for the Tribute Parade. He had to admit he didn’t like it, especially how the Capitol treated the event. Sure, it was nice to be treated like celebrities, but these people were cheering for the fact that they were all going to be slaughtering each other in a few days. He was more than happy when it was all over with and the two of them were escorted to their rooms. He found it amazing that they got a whole floor to themselves, and found himself exploring the halls shortly after being left to his own luxurious room.

After several minutes of walking and looking at the kitchen and other places on the floor out of boredom, curiosity and the desire to take his mind off of the Games, Kiseki neared his and Caroline’s rooms, and noticed that Caroline’s door was open. At first he thought that maybe she was checking out the floor as well, but then he heard voices coming from inside of the room.

“In the arena, if it happens to come down between Ichiru, Kiseki and I as the last three remaining tributes, I already know I’m dead.”

Kiseki slowed down when hearing Caroline’s voice, stopping near enough to hear the conversation, but not close enough to be detected. He listened to the conversation between Caroline and Stefan, the blonde’s worries leaving a dull ache in his chest. It was true that he couldn’t kill Ichiru, but he wouldn’t throw away his partner, either. It actually hurt that Caroline would be so worried about such a thing, and he felt guilty to have left her with those kind of thoughts.

Stefan’s footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts and Kiseki quickly hid inside his own room as the older male left her room and closed the door behind him. He waited until the footsteps had disappeared before he came back out. He wasn’t sure if he could get in trouble for going in Caroline’s room, even if they were partners and had rooms near each other, and he really didn’t feel like risking it.

He approached the door and, after listening for any signs of Stefan or anyone else returning, gave it a light tap before opening it slowly. Caroline was lying on the large bed by now, but he knew she couldn’t be asleep. He also knew that it would be impossible for him to even think about sleeping now that he knew what kind of fears she had because of him - or so it seemed to be his fault.

“Hey… Can I come in?”

Ichiru Kagami from District Three

Nightfall had already fallen when Ichiru was roused from his sleep by the voice of his mentor on the other side of the door announcing they had arrived in the Capitol. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep after all of the thinking, worrying and pacing he had done earlier. He hadn’t left his room much for the rest of the day, and aside from when he had watched the Reapings, he hadn’t seen his mentor or partner either.

Once he had been escorted to the Capitol, Ichiru was put in the hands of a prep team who was to design costumes for Indigo and himself for the Tribute Parade. The very thought sickened him, and it was even worse when he actually had to do it. It was revolting how these people of the Capitol treated them like such royalty when all but one or two of them were going to be dead in just a few days.

After everything was over and done with, Ichiru was taken to the floor that was to be for Indigo and himself until the day of the games. The room he was taken to was just as extravagant as that which he had been in to say goodbye back in District Three, and even better in some aspects. He wasted no time taking a shower to scrub off any remaining traces of the ridiculous appearance they had given him for the parade. At the very least, all of the commotion had taken his mind off of the worst of matters for a little while.

However, as he changed into some of the many clean clothes that were already prepared for him, Ichiru recalled any and everything that had been bothering him. The air seemed to grow heavy and suffocating all of a sudden, leading him to venture out of his room and out into the hall. He had no specific destination; he would just walk blindly until he either calmed down, found something interesting, or was forced to go back. He desperately wanted fresh air, but knew of no means to get any.

After several minutes of walking, he saw an answer to his desires; a way onto the roof. Ichiru wasted no time wondering if he was allowed to go or not, or worrying about whether there were Peacekeepers or even other tributes up there, and just went up.

The cool air that greeted him upon stepping through the door calmed him instantly, and Ichiru took a deep breath of fresh air as he looked around. No other tributes appeared to be up here with him. Perfect.

He walked over to the edge and looked out at the city glowing with festive lights beneath him. He still couldn’t believe that the people of the Capitol treated this like something so amazing. How could they be so happy about children and teenagers being torn away from their families and friends and forced to kill each other?

It was then that Ichiru noticed there was no fence or high wall of any sort surrounding the roof. If a tribute wanted to jump off, couldn’t they just…?

The dark haired teen reached out over the edge without really knowing why, only to have a sharp zap throw his hand back at him seconds later. So that was why. Of course they wouldn’t allow an easy way out like that. What had he expected?

“Look at the pretty lights from the city! Aren’t they pretty mommy?”

Ichiru jumped when hearing someone speak from only a few feet away, quickly looking to see Ashley and Aria. They appeared to have not noticed him, which wasn’t surprising, considering he had chosen to go to a part of the roof that was more shadowed.

He decided not to move or say anything at first, simply staring down at the city below as the two talked. However, he couldn’t help remembering the tape of the Reaping he had watched earlier, where Aria had mentioned how their father hadn’t come home from the Games, how Ashley’s and Jeremy’s parents were Katniss and Peeta Mellark… It seemed their family had been tortured by the Games for a long time now.

The image of Ashley and Aria crying at the Reaping mixed with that of Isobel and Kotomi, and the expressions he knew they had to have had when Kiseki was chosen, and then again when they saw that he had been chosen as well later on. Ichiru tore his gaze away from the city and turned back toward the door, starting back inside as his anger toward the entire situation returned, but the sound of Aria’s laughter as Ashley tickled her stopped him.

There was something about these two. He knew he shouldn’t get involved with other tributes, and he had already decided that he wouldn’t before he had even come here, aside from Kiseki and Caroline, but somehow he just couldn’t seem to escape the pull they had on him. Maybe it was because he missed his own family? But if that was the case, he would be fine once he saw Kiseki again when they trained, or even up here on the roof. There was no explanation for it.

“She’s cute.” Despite his better judgment, Ichiru found himself emerging from the shadows to speak to the brunette. He gave a small smile as his gaze fell on Aria for a moment, but when he remembered the crying toddler at the Reaping he quickly looked away and fixed his gaze back on Ashley. “You’re lucky, to be able to have your family here with you.”

Michael Knight from District Two

Michael had paid little attention to anything on the train ride to the Capitol besides when he watched the Reapings from the Districts with Auram. There were a lot of interesting tributes this year, to say the least. A lot of people had volunteered, one or two of them appeared all too eager to be in the Games and gave off an uncomfortable vibe to Michael. Two of them were twins, although they were from different districts, which made him suspicious of some sort of conspiracy although he hadn’t said anything at the time. The tributes from District Twelve were the children of the famous Star Crossed Lovers from the 74th Hunger Games, which was sure to make them targets this year.

All in all, there was an interesting group this year. Michael had been told several times that as per tradition, he was to ally with the other Careers for the best bet of survival. However, the people he had seen from the career districts didn’t seem too reliable, and one of them gave him a homicidal vibe. Still, what other choice would he have? If teaming up with the other Careers would get him further through the Games, it might be best to do so. But then, wouldn’t he be just like them? Using others to his advantage until he had no use for them anymore and then just killing them? That was no better than the Capitol using all of them for their sick entertainment.

Michael sat down on the large bed in he had been subconsciously pacing in front of for the past several minutes with a sigh. He had been taken here after spending what felt like a day’s worth of time getting prepped for the Tribute Parade that had occurred earlier in the day. He still gave the people of the Capitol his cheerful front and played the role of a proud Career tribute, since he knew that he needed to earn sponsors. He already knew Auram and himself would get sponsors just because they were from District Two, but he would at least feel accomplished with something if he was able to earn some on his own.

Michael fell back on the bed with another sigh, this one more irritated. He wanted to go up to the roof, but he knew that by now there were probably other tributes up there, and for once he didn’t feel like socializing. However, he couldn’t seem to sleep either, and was growing more restless with every minute. Why couldn’t they just go back home and be done with all of this?

OOC: Decided to add Michael’s part in this post instead… but now I’m missing Caitlyn’s. Seems I can’t do all of them together in one post anymore. xD I’ll either edit Caitlyn’s in here or include her in my next post. ^^’
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Keiru&Amelia Kozaka, District One/Brandon Lockhart, District Ten
At the Capitol

The rest of the trip to the Capitol, as well as the parade was all just a blur, and before Keiru knew it, he found himself outside the building where the tributes would be staying. He looked around, noticing a number of tributes were glaring at Ashley and Jeremy Mellark, and smirked. It seemed they were attracting a lot of attention. He looked back at his sister, who glanced from him to the duo he was looking at, before shaking her head and started to walk off towards the building.

Keiru began to follow her, sighing to himself as he walked slowly and calmly, feeling several eyes turn to him, obviously recognizing him from the tapes. It was then that Keiru heard a noise like someone walking into another person, and turned his gaze to see the male tribute from District Ten glaring in anger at the girl from District Seven.

"Watch where you're going brat!" Brandon snarled, getting in the girl's face. "You did that on purpose!"

"You going to say something brat? Or you going to hide away behind the Peacekeepers and everybody else because you're too scared to fight me? I'll even let you throw the first punch." Brandon said, smirking. "You're going to need to step up to the plate girly. Cowering away from me won't make you look good here. It'll make you a target. I'll enjoy making you suffer in the arena, or even right now if you want. Your dying breaths as you cry out for mummy to come save you will make it even more enjoyable. I'm afraid you're stuck here you strumpet."

Before anybody else could do anything, Keiru had already moved quickly forward, and slammed his fist into Brandon's gut, bringing him to fall onto his knees, gasping for air and coughing, nearly throwing up, as he grasped his chest, wincing in pain. He looked up to see Keiru standing between him and Caitlyn, his eyes widening in shock at seeing the male tribute from District One.

"First off, you should treat women with more respect." Keiru stated. "Second, trying to start a fight out here is stupid, save it for the arena. You're pathetic."

Keiru then turned and walked off, stopping to glance back at Brandon for a moment, a smirk on his face. "Enjoy unconsciousness."

Keiru caught up with his sister as they entered the building, heading for where they were assigned to be, and Brandon shuddered, watching them go as he collapsed to the floor, succumbing to unconsciousness. Several guards rushed over to Brandon, checking to see that he was alright, before two of them picking him up, placing his arms around their shoulders, and carried him towards the building.

Keiru was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder, and he turned around to see a guard looking angrily at him. Keiru raised an eyebrow in query, his gaze shifting to the unconscious form of Brandon being carried into the building.

"Tribute, do not do that again, or there will be serious consequences." the guard stated, matter-of-factly.

"You should inform him to be more respectful then." Keiru responded, grinning now. "He had it coming."

Keiru brushed the guard's hand off his shoulder, and turned away, taking a few steps, before looking back at the guard. "Don't worry, I won't give you any more trouble, I just know how troublesome your job is."

The guard shook his head, before going to assist the other guards with transporting Brandon to his floor. Keiru meanwhile, had followed his sister into District One's room, and he immediately slumped down on a couch, letting out a sigh.

"Do you always have to go and cause some sort of problem?" Amelia asked, attracting Keiru's attention.

"He had it coming." Keiru responded, before rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"I feel like getting some air. I'll be up on the roof. You'll be okay down here right?"

"I'll be fine Keiru." Amelia shook her head as Keiru stood up, and left the room.

Amelia proceeded to lie down on the couch where Keiru had been only moments ago, and closed her eyes, falling asleep within moments.

Keiru walked along the hallways, soon finding his way to the door that led to the roof, and tensed for a moment upon hearing voices on the other side of the door. He hesitated for a moment, a smirk coming to his face as he pushed the door open silently, and stepped out onto the roof, folding his arms over his chest as he looked at the others that were visible on the roof.

"Look's like we got a party going on up here." Keiru smirked. "Where was my invite?"

Christian Wright,District Nine

Christian hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings until a scuffle caught his attention, and he looked over to see the male tribute from District Ten trying to instigate a fight with the girl from District Seven. Before anybody could intervene, the boy from District One had shot forward, and had downed Brandon in one punch, before walking off, uttering something about unconsciousness, and when Christian looked back at Brandon, he was lying on the ground unconscious.

Christian looked back at Keiru who was walking away. It appeared that the psychopath was also chivalrous, and would make a very useful ally. He looked back at the girl from District Seven, and shook his head. She would have to be dealt with. She did not appear to be useful enough for his plans. He nodded his head, his first target decided upon.
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Ashley Mellark and Jeremy Mellark from District Twelve
At The Capitol

Matt Wilson from District Thirteen
At The Capitol

“She’s cute.” Ashley and Aria quickly looked over to the new voice, seeing a male emerge from the shadows. He gave a small smile as his gaze fell on Aria for a moment, then to Ashley. “You’re lucky, to be able to have your family here with you.”

"I actually didn't know Aria and my younger brother were coming as well until after the Reaping. My parents just happen to be my mentors." Ashley admitted, giving a small smile in return. She realized that the male tribute in front of her was one of the twins who lived in the two different Districts, though she couldn't tell if the male standing in front of her was Ichiru or Kiseki.

"He thinks I'm cute." Aria said with a giggle, bringing Ashley to laugh.

"Well you are cute. You have my looks but your father's hair and freckles." Ashley said, Aria smiling as she looked back over towards the large bright city.

"I want to go down there and explore." Aria stated.

"Maybe tomorrow grandma and grandpa could take you while I'm in training." Ashley said, talking about her parents, Katniss and Peeta. Ashley looked back to Ichiru, though her arm remained wrapped around Aria. "My name is Ashley, and this is Aria."

"And uncle Jeremy and uncle Kenny are inside." Aria said as she looked at Ichiru. The young toddler then yawned, bringing Ashley to give a small laugh.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed." Ashley said.

"But I'm not tired." Aria said with a pout. "We took a nap on the train."

"Which was like... five hours ago or more. Your bedtime is always at eight o'clock, and now it's almost eleven-thirty." Ashley responded. "You're going to have to wake up early tomorrow so I know already that you're going to be very cranky." Ashley gave a small laugh.

"Can I have a snack before going to bed then?" Aria asked.

"How does a glass of warm milk and some apple slices sound?"

"With peanut butter for the apples?"

"Yes." Ashley chuckled.

"Look's like we got a party going on up here." Ashley and Aria looked at the newcomer, seeing it was the male from District One. "Where was my invite?"

"Just a bit of small-talk, that's all." Ashley responded coolly as she managed to give a smile, though she was a bit nervous to be around him, especially Aria. From watching the Reapings on the train Ashley remembered how it seemed that this tribute was on the crazy side, the female tribute not knowing exactly what kind of damage he could do. Ashley gently grabbed Aria and held her, looking at Ichiru. "I should really get her settled in bed. I'll see you tomorrow though." Ashley said, walking towards the door.

"Can I sleep with you mommy?" Aria asked as they walked away.

"Of course you can. I'm guessing you're going to want to sleep with me until the Games start?" Ashley asked with a smile.

"Yes." Aria responded and rested her head on Ashley's shoulder. Ashley walked passed Keiru and gave him a small smile, then disappearing inside where she took the elevator back to her floor. Matt sighed, disappointed that he didn't get any useful information about Ashley as he stepped out of the shadows and disappeared inside as well, going back to his own floor.

Caroline Hawthorne from District Four
At The Capitol

Even though it wasn't before long where Kiseki had shown up after Stefan left, Caroline managed to think of at least ten different ways of how she was going to die in the arena, each death caused by Kiseki's hands. Even on the Tribute Train when the group was on their way to the Capitol, Caroline began to realize her fears, it being drilled in her head that if it ever came down between her, Kiseki and Ichiru, then she would end up dead.

A soft knock was heard from her door, then light creeping into the room a few moments later as the door slowly opened. Caroline turned her head and saw it was none other then Kiseki, bringing her to quickly wipe away more tears from her cheeks.

“Hey… Can I come in?” Kiseki asked.

"Yeah." Caroline responded with a nod, sitting up on the bed. From her fears it was obvious that she seemed nervous, though Caroline tried her best not to show it as she looked at Kiseki. "Is everything okay?"
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