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The Hunger Games roleplay is made for DARK SKIN, FLUID WIDTH.​

This roleplay is CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.​

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A sort of dystopian world - in a future North America, there is the country of Panem ​

where the United States once existed. The rulers of this country keep their ​

once rebelling districts in check by an annual event - ​

The Hunger Games​

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Your forehead is beaded with sweat. Your whole body feels weakened. Your hands are cold and clammy. Checking your breathing, you find that it's coming out in short rasps. You try to control yourself. You never know, your name might not even be drawn, you're just a few in thousands.

Thousands.

The thought comforts you slightly as you begin to calm down. With a steady eye, you watch your district's Capitol escort make their way over to the reaping bowls, very large glass balls filled with the thousands of names of the boys and girls in your district. Your names is on one of them. What's one in thousands?

As your escort draws the name from the ball, there's a collective breath taken and it becomes silent enough to be able to hear a pin drop. You're feeling nauseous now, becoming nervous. You don't breath. The only thing you can do is think “Please don't let it be me, please, don't let it be me."

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At last, the name is called; your district's people breath and you open your eyes. Everyone is looking at you. Why are they all looking at you? For just a moment, you're a bit confused, disoriented. Then it hits you.

It was your name that they had called.

You are now a tribute in the 40th Annual Hunger Games.

Everything after that passes in a blur. The anthem plays, your swept away by Peacekeepers and into the Justice Building of your district, you're walked into a room and then left alone. How do you feel? Only you know. No one else can. These feelings are impossibly to detect by anyone else. Maybe you're proud to represent your district. Maybe you've trained for this. Or you could be just a normal Panem citizen. Maybe you're scared. Possibly, you're sad.

You have the next hour allotted to you to say goodbye to whomever you wish. Parents, brothers, sisters, lovers even. Perhaps even a complete stranger, just so you don't have anyone you know see you cry if, by chances, you're sad. The Peacekeepers come again and escort your visitors out. You're alone again.

Just a little while later, you're come for, and it's a relatively short ride from the Justice Building to the train station. It's clustered with numerous reporters, most with cameras; you'd be right not to show any emotion, not let them see what you're feeling. Unless, of course, you're feeling proud that you've been set to try your best and kill twenty-three other kids your age. You see the other tribute of your district and wonder how they're feeling. Maybe better than you, maybe not.

You're then hauled into the train and the doors close behind you. You're now out of the public eye. The train takes off with speed, you're now on your way to the Capitol and possibly your death, too.

Congratulations to you, tribute of the 40th Annual Hunger Games.

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➵ Ventus108, Saxima, Hyuge, and Tesori are The Gamemakers; a.k.a the moderators of this roleplay.

➵ There is not to be ANY GODMODDERY among the players.

First Offence: A warning will be issued to the player.​

Second Offence: A temporary ban will be issued to the player.​

Third Offence: The Gamemakers will kill the player's tribute and the player will be banned from the roleplay.​

➵ This roleplay is rated PG-13 and will include violence and blood - not too much gore, if any. Graphic language will also be allowed, but not to an excessive extent.

➵ On the account of romance, there will be no sexual content in the roleplay, but kissing of a light sorts is allowed.

➵ The player MUST BE ACTIVE. There's a reason you signed up for this roleplay, it wouldn't be a good idea to leave The Gamemakers hanging.

➵ If you are inactive for more than three days, we will kill off your tribute.

➵ You're allowed up to two Tributes and one Mentor.

➵ When you choose your first Tribute, use this to generate what District they're from. Be honest! If you choose, you're free to choose what ever District you want for your Mentor and your second Tribute only.

➵ You don't have to have two mentors for each District, one is fine, and their gender doesn't matter either.

➵ There are 36 slots, and one person is allowed their three characters - Two Tributes and one Mentor

➵ Please, please, please, do not be a bitch when your character dies, they all have to at some point and it is likely that yours will too - take it in stride, everything will be alright.

➵ When you're in interaction with a character, you MUST KEEP UP WITH THE ROLEPLAY and CHECK IT AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE. One of the Gamemakers will track you don't if you don't. This rule matters especially when you're in combat.

➵ The Gamemakers are the only ones allowed to godmod, and it will always be for the purpose of moving the story along, or tweaking other things.

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Spoiler: Career Districts

Career Tribute Districts are districts in which all potential Tributes are trained and prepared for The Hunger Games.It is illegal to train in anyway for the Games, but because of their wealth and closer ties to the Capitol, the Career Districts tend to get away with it. Career Tributes (or as they're more simply known as: Careers) tend to be the strongest, most agile players in the Games because of their having practically trained since birth.

Spoiler: Career Districts

If a Career is not picked to participate in the Games, they usually always volunteer. Having been given enormous support from their families and fellow district citizens, they also normally have tremendous mental and psychological advantage over the other tributes. When one volunteers, there is much more of a commotion at the Reaping than there should be, seeing as in the poorer districts, volunteering is viewed heavily as signing a death warrant.

Normally, before the Games actually start, Careers tend to form alliances among themselves which will have them cooperating when the Games get underway to secure weapons/supplies and take out common and weaker opponents. During the initial bloodbath at the very start of the Games, this gives them an edge. Once all other opponents are out of the way, the Careers turn on each other.

Although they have many advantages due to being from a Career District, Careers have a severe disadvantage due to being well fed all of their lives - this means that they do not know how to be hungry, that when they lack food, they will quickly lose energy because they have always eaten well enough - of course, this is excepted if they know how to hunt well, but sometimes, even in that field, they have no real experience.

Districts I, II, and IV tend to produce the most Careers because of how wealthy they are. Of course, any other district can produce one too, if the Tribute has the skill.

[/url]District I: The main export of this district is luxury. This includes, but is not limited to, diamonds, all manner of jewels, precious gems, fine clothing, everything that is luxurious in Panem, it is more than likely an import from District One. It seems that parents often name their children after the names of precious items and their attributes, examples being Perfumer, Furrier, Jeweler, Goldsmith, Winemaker, Gem, Jewel, Tapestry, Silk, and so on. It is a very wealthy district and also a Career Tribute District.

[/url]District II: The main export of this district is masonary. This includes, but is not limited to, bricks, cement, stone cutting, cinderblocks, and other mineral products. This district is also the main source of the weapons in Panem, such as guns and bombs. The district is made up of many small villages that sound a mine. Jobs here include stonemason, concrete finisher, bricklayer, brickmason, and plasterer. Tributes from this district are normally brawny and well fed, and it is a Career Tribute District, a very wealthy one as well.

[/url]District III: The main export of this district is technology. This includes, but it is not limited to, computers, wires, underground bombs, connections, networking, computer hardware, computer software, HTML, and other coding. Names of this district's citizens tend to include things relative to technology, such as Code, Wiress, BB, Nettie, Connect, and soforth. While a happier district, the citizens are a bit rebellious, mostly all work in factories, and are normally tecnologically smart. It isn't a very rich district, and is middle to lower class.

[/url]District IV: The main export of this district is fishing. This includes, but is not limited to, fish, seafood, nets, tridents, harpoons, fishing hooks, ships, and other boats. This district is highly resourceful as the people of it can weave nets, use tridents, make fish hooks from nearly anything, swimming well, and identifying edible sea life. Although it is a wealthy district, it has been noted that it has a sort of quiet and underlying rebellious spirit. This district is also near the sea, and some jobs include longliner, trawler, canner, ship captain, and deckhand. A Career Tribute District.

[/url]District V: The main export of this district is power. This includes, but is not limited to, electricity, solar power, and wind power. The children of this district tend to not take much tessarae, so it seems that this is a higher middle class district, and produces intelligent and clever people. The Tributes of this district are often not offensive and bide their time until all the other competitors kill each other, and then make their move, resulting in several from this district to win over the years. They are often prepared for the games, but mostly die near the middle, lasting about seven to ten days in the arena.

[/url]District VI: The main export of this district is transportation. This includes, but is not limited to, manufacturing cars, trains, railroads, helicopters, jets, and hovercrafts. While a great deal of the district is lovwer class, there are a good few parts that are middle. Most of the older people, even some of the younger ones, are addicted to a painkiller known as Morphling, used only for severe injuries. Generally, the Tributes of this district are strong, but since non have any prior training, unless they are self-taught, they die near the middle of the Games.

[/url]District VII: The main export of this district is lumber. This includes, but is not limited to, lumber and paper products. It is a lower-class district, but has lots of forests, and the people of it are hardworking and down-to-earth. The people of this district are strong and pretty well fed, having arm strength that exceeds average and most are good with axes, so this leads quite a few of the Tributes to be well prepared for the Games.Some jobs are lumberjack, load puller, lead climber, furniture builder, and carpenter.

[/url]District VIII: The main export of this district is textiles. This includes, but is not limited to, cloth, clothes, needles, thread, and uniforms. Most people of the district work in factories and are often paid little, forcing teenagers to take tessarae. Due to such a condense of factories, the district is polluted and some of the people are not so healthy, but in general, the whole district seems rather more content than others. The Capitol keeps a close eye on this district because it is always subject to rebel - as the people are a short-tempered and impatient. Tributes from this district are often unprepared for the Games.

[/url]District IX: The main export of this district is grain. This includes, but is not limited to, bread, pasta, rice, oats, flour, and cereal. Although it has many factories, it is a clean district with lots of fresh air and fields of grain stretching far and wide. This may be the case, but much of the district's population lives in urban areas, often causing the Tributes to be unprepared. However, some of the Tributes are produced from the farm area, and so they may always have a higher chance for survival.

[/url]District X: The main export of this district is livestock. This includes, but is not limited to, cows, pigs, chicken, beef, pork, and other farm animals. Due to the fact that it is a great source of food for the country, it is a more middle class district, although it does have its poor sections. Most of the district is made up of ranch area and there are not many teenagers around, but Tributes are normally fed and strong, and also have an edge due to handling knifes and treating animal wounds.

[/url]District XI: The main export of this district is agriculture. This includes, but is not limited to, seeds, apples, oranges, wheat, corn, and other fruits and vegetables. Regardless of all the food produced, the people are often underfed and the Tributes are mostly weak and unprepared for the games, though many can climb and find edible berries and fruit well. A lot of the people have darker hair and skin due to working out in the sun all day, and the land is large and spreading and beautiful, despite some bloodshed of its citizens. The Peacekeepers of this district are especially harsh.

[/url]District XII: The main export of this district mining. This includes, but is not limited to, coal and fuel. It is the poorest district of Panem and most all of the people are underfed and so they are starving. Many of the older kids sign up many times for tesserae, risking their chances of being chosen for the Games, but have families to provide for. The Tributes provided from this district often die early in the games, having no prior training or preparation unless they train themselves.

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This year's arena has been decided by The Gamemakers to go in the style of the four elements. That being the case, there are five sections: it is a large circle, and in the center will lie the metal Cornucopia, surrounded by a twenty-yard radius of green grass; in essence, it is just a large field. To each diagonal of this area is a section which represents one of the four elements: fire, wind, water, and earth.

[/url]The Volcanic Area: A rather barren stretch of land with one very large volcano that borders the very edge of the arena and will erupt every two days. There are only a few trees, but they are all brittle, and set to break at any time - they can't hold much weight. The rest of the land is rock and other small hills of rock. Deadly ligers and and other fierce cats keep their abode here - they're just waiting for you to be their next dinner.

When the volcano erupts, there's no safe place - only the caves, which are a bit difficult to find. In the three or four small hills of rock, there is one cave, but they are slightly hiddend and go under ground where the Tribute will be safe from the scalding heat of the deadly lava.

The Dead Forest/Windy Area: A rather thick forest of eerily dead trees and autumn leaves are scattered all about the floor, making it hard to walk in silence. It can get quite foggy here, and so the best travel would be by branch, but step on a wrong one and you're sure to fall to major injury, leaving you incredibly vulnerable to any other Tribute that happens to be hunting for your head.

Every two days, a disastrous tornado rips through the section, whipping up any stray thing that doesn't happen to be firmly planted on the ground. Surprisingly enough, the dead trees, which seem so frail, meet tolerably well to these strong gusts of wind. If a Tribute so happens to be caught up in one of these powerful whirlwinds, they are thrown in the same area as the Cornucopia, for any spying Tributes to see and maybe kill.

The Icy/Water Area: An area in which snow is an infinite and nothing else seems to be prominent. Several strong igloos are scattered throughout the section for the reason that there is an incredibly strong and destroying blizzard every two days. If caught in this blizzard, a Tribute is sure to be frozen to death, but this area is great for fishing and surprisingly and easy place to start fires.

It wouldn't be a great idea to travel off of the snowy banks, though, unless you're an especially good swimmer because the waters are tough and the waves are strong. Freezing in the water isn't that much of a worry because the water is always at room temperature unless it's night time - in which case, you'll certainly freeze. Ice bergs are still a common thing, and actually have small caves in them, if you're willing to be trapped because you can't swim.

The Forest/Mountain Area: As far as normal goes, this is the most normal section, unless you're willing to risk being out in the openess of the Cornucopia area. Many tall trees reside in this area and it is prominent for small animals such as squirrels and rabbits and birds. Wolves and foxes also reside, so any tribute will be competing with natural predators. Berries and plants of all kind are out here too, if you know how to find them. There are rivers and ponds, and some caves, but it rains here often enough. There are no very crazy distasters happening in this area. No, the Tributes are safe here - except from each other of course. And the bears. And tracker jackers, and vultures too.

The wild is your only challenge in the forest.

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Every District has two leading stylists that design their outfits. These would be outfits for the opening ceremony in the City Circle of the Capitol, the interview before the Games and then the interview after the Games, for whichever tribute survives.

The opening ceremony consists of each district's Tributes mounting a glorious chariot and being paraded out towards the City Circle for all of the citizens of Panem to see. Each Tribute will be dressed in attire that represents what their district exports. So long as it represents the Tribute's district in some way, it doesn't matter what they're wearing - they can even been nude, but tread carefully around that prospect.

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After the City Circle parade in which all of the Tributes are presented to the citizens of Panem, the chariots will immediately take them to the Training Center, a skyscraper that houses and trains the Tributes until the Games begin. This is also the place in which the Tributes will receive their scores after they have preformed for the the Gamemakers, when the score are broadcast on television for the other citizens of Panem to see.

The servants to the Tributes and Mentors and Stylist teams are the Avoxes, who also live within the Training Center, although in a different part of the building. Their sole duty is to serve the residents and guests of all of the Capitol, as well as tend to every person's need. For many reasons though, communication of any other kind is forbidden. Avoxes are citizens that came from any part of Panem, including the Capitol, but has committed an offence, little or big, against the laws of Panem and they were immediately transferred to the Capitol. Their punishment is removing their tongue so that they lose the ability to speak.

There is one floor for each district, District one, being the lowest district floor, and Twelve being the top, having quick access to the roof. Below the housing floors is the lobby, and below that is the actual Training Center. It is a very large gymnasium filled with various training stations that support various special skills that are listed here:

• Archery
• Axes
• Camouflage
• Edible Insects & Plants
• Fire Making
• Fishing
• Hammock Making
• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Knives
• Knots
• Shelters
• Slingshots
• Spears
• Swords
• Tridents
• Weightlifting
• Wrestling

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There are also a few obstacle courses for the Tributes to run through that test several things, such as agility, speed, strength, and aim. Tributes are free to come and go to the Training Center as often as they'd like, so long as they always show up for each required training session.

This is also where the Tributes will present themselves to be judged by The Gamemakers, who, upon seeing what they're capable of, will give them a numbered score between one and twelve - one being the worst, twelve being the best - it also doubles as their probability of surviving in the Arena. Generally, if the scores are higher the Tribute will be more likely to get more sponsors - people who pay the money to send gifts into the arena while the Games are taking place for the Tribute to use.

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It's not an event that occurs every year, and is usually saved for the Quarter Quells, but when the Capitol is feeling generous, there are some years in which three weeks are allowed between the time the Tributes arrive and the time they have to enter the Arena.

The reason for this extra week is so that preparations can be made for the rare Masquerade Ball, and the reason for the ball at all is so that the Tributes get to actually meet each other for once before they all kill each other. The Capitol likes to think of it as a sort of form of psychological torture that doesn't always take root, but will definitely affect some of them, but they would never tell anyone that, and so the public thinks it's just a regular ball hosted by the very and ever generous Capital.

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This ball takes place during the second week of the Tributes stay, and it's also a chance for them to meet and talk to sponsors that potentially save their lives when they're surviving against the odds. It is a very formal event, and so as to not really know who they're talking to, every attendee is required to have a mask with them at all times and not have it off for more than five minutes in front on anyone - this would ruin the purpose of a masquerade ball.

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Spoiler: The Tributes

Spoiler: Arkadi Svelka

My name is Arkadi Svelka, I'm seventeen-years-old, and I'm from District IV. My main sponsor is Saxima and this is what I look like here. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be the bow & arrow, and that I specialize in hand-to-hand combat and archery. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel strange that I might die, scared I might kill someone innocent, and confident that I could win. I'll have to do my best to survive.

Spoiler: Arkadi Svelka

Personality: Arkadi has a strong personality, and likes to contribute it to her long dead mother and father - also partially to her strong Russian lineage. All she can ever really say good of herself is that she has a soft spot for small children, especially ones that are orphans like herself. Her temper is something of a legend to be spoken of, since she can snap with the slightest irritation. She has no patience for weak people, especially those who have some sort of parent figure, and believes that she should always be just as strong as any man in her district, be able to do anything that they can, and try to do it better. Although she seems like the rough, tough, one-of-the-guys girl, she's very elegant and knows how to act like a lady when she needs to. When she's prepared to do something, she won't take no for an answer and she won't be scared out of doing it. She, much like the rest of District IV, is constantly wary of the actions of the Capitol, and so she's a little rebellious in every act she can manage. Even though she's from a Career District, she would never stoop so low as to team up with those who are completely willing to kill who could be innocents.
History: When Arkadi was just five-years-old, her mother and father took a ship out in the morning, as they usually did every morning, to catch the part of the day's shipment. Hundreds of the district's people did it, but she always thought her mother and father were the best. In the afternoon, Arkadi's father's friend had broken the news to her that her parents had passed at sea due to an accident with another ship. Arkadi has always believed that it was never an accident, but something the Capitol pulled because her parents were strong people, that they had something to do with the First Rebellion. After, she was raised by a few different people of the town, always moving to different homes, but never really minding, as she picked up many useful skills. She could hunt, use a trident, tie knots, make nets, swim well, and find all different kinds of fish and animals to eat. For her seventh birthday, her father's friend had given her a bow and taught her how to use it well, and would often take her out into the woods when there wasn't any other work to be done. It was also useful that he taught her to survive, but made sure to always break her confidence and crush her soul every now and then so that she could gain some humility. At age ten, one of her mother's closets friends, a musician, had taught her to play the violin and said that whenever she got mad or upset, to take the instrument out into the woods and simply play.

Even though she had always had just enough to eat, she immediately signed up for tesserae when she turned twelve so that she could feel the homeless kids of the district, and each year following, she signed up for more and more. She had enough money to keep herself going and whatever she didn't absolutely need, she would trade it or give it away. Each year since she hasn't been selected to be a Tribute in the Games, she took whoever had the most chance of being in it and trained them aside from the people who would illegally train the Careers, saying that they had an unfair disadvantage, that just a little bit of knowledge on survival could go a long way. Since she had learned to hunt, she had trained herself or with her uncle (she called her father's friend), being careful to stay out of the eye of the looming Capitol.
Fears: What if I kill someone who's completely innocent? I'm taking them away from their family without cause - I can't let that happen. And tracker jacker nests . . . well, I'd rather avoid them if I can, but who wouldn't?

Spoiler: Apollo Verriso

My name is Apollo Verriso, I'm seventeen-years-old, and I'm from District IX. My main sponsor is AndrewTemari101 and this is what I look like this. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a sickle, and that I specialize in edible insects and plants. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel extremely scared, but somewhat confident. I'll have to do my best to survive.

Spoiler: Apollo Verriso

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Personality: A caring individual, Apollo is usually taken advantage of and easily manipulated. Suffering from minor histrionic personality disorder [ HPD ], he is constantly looking for approval and validation. Any bit of attention he receives, he eats it up and expects a second helping. Though this is a very off-putting trait for most people, his family and friends have become accustomed to it over the years. With his disorder, Apollo is not very popular amongst individuals his age. However, many younger peers look up to him as a role model and father-figure. Due to his lack of self-esteem, he is modest when given compliments, which in turn feeds into his HPD. Having to support his family and farm over the years, Apollo is a hard-worker and won't give up on his goals.​

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History: To put it bluntly, Apollo grew up without a father. His father died of Coeliac disease, a common result of death among adults in District IX. Growing up in this district, Apollo learned how to use a sickle from a very young age. Having to support his mother and two younger siblings, he worked in the grain fields tirelessly. Despite his best efforts, he barely made enough profit to take care of his family and the farm. It was a huge burden on his shoulders, especially since he and his family were one of the few poor citizens of District IX. Occasionally, Apollo would have a surplus of income and buy and plant some high-grade wheat seeds in his personal plots of farmland. During this season, his family would have plenty to eat, and the excess was saved in a strongbox for later. Though he has suffered many tribulations over the years, Apollo resists to give up and will continue to make sure his family has everything they need.​

Fears: I can't stand wasps, I'll avoid them however I can. And what about my family? If I die . . . I'll lose them . . .​

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Spoiler: Edward

My name is Edward, I'm sixteen-years-old, and I'm from District XII. My main sponsor is Ventus and this is what I look like here. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a sword, and that I specialize in Swordplay. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel Nervous, but ready for anything. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Spoiler: Edward

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Personality: I like having friends, and I am very protective of them. I'm a great guy, but I have a small temper problem.​

History:Edward is the best in his class. He used sticks to practice because he knew he might be elected for the Hunger Games. People called him paranoid, but he knew it would come in handy. He lives with his father, his mother, and his little sister.​

Fears: I'm scared that I'm going to end up losing everything, that I'm going to die in the Games, and never come home.​

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Spoiler: Eve Eons

My name is Eve Eons, I'm seventeen-years-old, and I'm from District II. My main sponsor is Myst and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a bow and arrow, and that I specialize in archery. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel quite confident in my abilities. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Spoiler: Eve Eons

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Personality: Eve is very emotionless. She will kill in an instant when necessary. All she cares about is winning​

History: Eve was born and raised by her father alone. Her mother died at child birth after she was born. Because of her motherless life, her father trained her to be strong and brutal. She was also trained to become a tribute in the games.​

Fears: I'm fearless, that's for sure - but I hate insects and fire.​

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Spoiler: Pulse Dalzell

My name is Pulse Dalzell, I'm fourteen-years-old, and I'm from District III. My main sponsor is Midnight Star and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be wire, and that I specialize in manipulating electricity. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel scared, nervous but ready to give it my best shot. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Spoiler: Pulse Dalzell

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Personality: Pulse is a quiet girl, only speaking when she feels she really needs to, instead just watching what goes on around her. However she is clever and has a deep understanding of everything around her and how it all works. On top of this she has an unending quiet determination, which means she won't give up no matter the odds against her. She doesn't like the idea of hurting or killing people but she doesn't want to die, so she'll do what she must.​

History: Pulse was always messing about with the left over wires, building and fixing things. She strived to understand everything, her family was fairly poor so she always wanted to make things to help. She was sent to work in the factories when she was only 8, her small size meaning she could fit beneath them and fix anything that broke from below, doing dangerous but necessary work. Her family was small but close knit and she enjoyed the little that she had got.​

Fears: I don't want to be left helpless, I want to be able to do what I can no matter what, and I don't want to be trapped - I'll be trapped if I can't do anything . . .​

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Spoiler: Lee

My name is Lee, I'm eighteen-years-old, and I'm from District VII. My main sponsor is Machina and this is what I look like . People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be an axe or hatchet, and that I specialize in camouflage. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel at peace with the situation. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Spoiler: Lee

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Personality: Tough, but not cold. Lee is generally silent and observant. He knows there's going to be people out there smarter and better trained than him to survive the Hunger Games, but even so he knows that caution is a much greater strength. Though he would never admit it, he fully intends on making sure the careers go down first. He firmly believes people who enjoy the Games have no right to live.​

History: Lee never knew his mother as she died in child birth but to him, that was hardly a loss. He couldn't miss someone he never knew. His father, who had lost an eye in an accident, was tough as nails and expected nothing less from his son. Lee grew to be just as strong as any man in his district and every bit as tough, if not moreso. His own brother had been entered into the previous games but that did not end well. Being from District 7, Lee is perfectly at home when around trees and is much more agile than he looks. His full name is something he keeps to himself.​

Fears: I don't like the thought that I'll die without a fight, that my death will be easy for someone else to cause. No, I won't let it happen.​

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Spoiler: Gwen

My name is Gwen, I'm seventeen-years-old, and I'm from District I. My main sponsor is Rem and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be small knives, and that I specialize in hand-to-hand combat. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel a little scared, to be honest. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Gwen has always been the type to be quiet and keep to herself. She's grown used to being forced to be kind to those in her district. She already knows that being part of the first district leads to people hating her, but she wishes she could prove them otherwise. She has a rather curious heart, but she knows very well she needs to be cautious while part of the Games.​

History: Being the only girl in her family, Gwen was incredibly spoiled by her father and usually wasn't allowed to do many things. Her mother rarely paid much attention to her, leading Gwen to resent her family and her life style. She's developed a bit of hatred towards her own district, but keeps her feelings to herself. The only thing she does now is wish she had been born in a completely different district. Gwen had two much older brothers who would constantly try protecting her, and were the complete opposite of her. She lost the oldest in the last tribute and because of this, she forced her remaining brother to show her how to defend herself. Just because she's petite and looks rather fragile doesn't mean Gwen will let herself be killed so easily. ​

Fears: If I die, please don't let it be from a natural cause . . .​

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Spoiler: Jane Oaks

My name is Jane Oaks. I'm fifteen-years-old, and I'm from District V. My main sponsor is Flowergothic and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a slingshot, and that I specialize in shelter-making. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel scared and a bit nervous, I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Jane is kind and sweet, but hides a deadly secret. ​

History: Jane is the second-youngest of four kids. Her parents died in a factory explosion when she was 4 and was mainly raised by her oldest sister, Amber. Her name was called so she can be tribute. Enough said.​

Fears: I don't like to think about it, but . . . I don't want to hear or see an explosion, I don't want to remember . . .​

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Spoiler: Vivian Ternor

My name is Vivian Ternor, I'm sixteen-years-old, and I'm from District VIII. My main sponsor is Hyuge and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be knives, and that I specialize in hammock making. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel confident in my skills. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Vivian is loud and outspoken. She's always been hard at work in the textile mills, but often has a girly side. She doesn't take no for an answer and will work to get what she wants at any cost. Vivian is confident in what she knows how to do best, even if it doesn't pertain to the actual Hunger Games. Her strengths are just that and she hopes they will help her survive.​

History: Vivian never really had any tragic incidents in her life. It was fairly normal, aside from watching hundreds of people die through a television every year of her life. She had now seen sixteen out of the thirty-nine Hunger Games that took place and ten that she remembered. That made a total of 368 violent murders she witnessed on television for the last sixteen years. It shook her up every year, but she never thought that it could actually be her that ended up in the arena. Vivian was a charmer, a hard worker, and someone that never needed to ask for tessara. Her family did well enough to be supported without the extra money and food. She had six slips in there out of the thousands. The odds were in fact in her favor, or so she thought. Saying goodbye to her parents and two younger brothers was the hardest thing she ever had to do, even harder than working in the factories.​

Fears: Good god, I hate spiders, creepy little things. My family, I don't want them to be disappointed in me - I want to make them proud.​

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Spoiler: Augustus Johnston

My name is Augustus Johnston, I'm eighteen-years-old, and I'm from District I. My main sponsor is Hyuge and this is what I look like. [Man on the right.] People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be swords, and that I specialize in weightlifting. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel like I could take on any challenger that thinks they could take me. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Augustus is a brute. He's been training as a career for as long as he can remember and it shows. He's ruthless and never backs down from a fight. He's caring towards those he is close with, but will start something with anyone other person. Augustus is constantly in trouble for fighting and it has always put people on edge when he walks down the street.​

History: Working as an apprentice goldsmith, he's learned to tolerate uncomfortable heat and has plenty of burns from when he first started out. Augustus came from a large wealthy family and has been studying under his father for as long as he can remember. When he was younger, he started training in the event that he may one day become a tribute in the Hunger Games. Volunteering was something only foolish people did, but he would always be prepared just in case. This was his last year to get his name picked and when it happened, he was more than will to take the risk. Augustus started training his younger siblings a few years back as well, hoping they never have to go through what he soon will.​

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Spoiler: Damian Roswell

My name is Damian Roswell, I'm eighteen-years-old, and I'm from District II. My main sponsor is Soap and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be an ax or pickax, and that I specialize in weightlifting and wrestling. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel I'm going to win. I plan on going home after this. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Damian is a hardworker when it comes to doing his job in the Stoneyard. When Damian isn't working, he is constantly competing with his friends on who is the strongest and fastest. He keeps cool under pressure, and isn't pushed around by anybody. He might be from one of the better off Districts, but he is a very humble person, and isn't at all prideful, but very centerfocused on whats ahead down the road.​

History: Damian was born an only child, and born to a very wealthy family within District II. Son of a man who owned the largest stone yard there, he had all the things he could ask for, and he didn't ask for much. When he became 15, he asked his father for a job in his masonry, said he wanted to work from the ground up like his father had once did. At the age of sixteen, he started to recieve a bit of "training" in case he ever got pulled for the Hunger Games, which turned out to be a good thing.​

Fears: Death . . . The only thing to fear.​

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Spoiler: Kane Vineyard

My name is Kane Vineyard, I'm eighteen-years-old, and I'm from District XI. My main sponsor is Saxima and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a spear, and that I specialize in hammock making and spears. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel relieved that it's me and not my little brother, and prepared to die fighting, if I must. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Kane is an all around nice guy, and anyone who knows him in District XI doesn't have a bad thing to say about him. He's patient and understanding, and helpful to anyone who needs it. He's clever and can be cunning, so the Peacekeepers of the district always keep an eye on him in case he orchestrates a theivery, which he's pulled off and gotten away with before on moderately large scales, but it's only to feed the starving, which there's an abundance of in District XI, despite it producing a great majority of the food in Panem. He's very social and isn't afraid to be the first one to talk, break the tension, or make new friends otherwise. He's very caring for his elders and people younger than he is and does his best to support them although they're not his family.​

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History: Kane has mostly had an uneventful life, spending a good part of it in the fields like the rest of the people in District XI. He's just a little more fortunate than others, as his father owns a vineyard, and employs many people who are paid a bit above average. It's not exactly the richest lifestyle, but Kane likes to think that he's one of the most fortunate people in the district, and likes to spread the wealth. His mother died after the birth of his now-thirteen-year-old little brother, and since their dad has been busy working the fields, Kane is normally in charge of watching Shane. Each year, he signed up for tessera, and since he was eighteen, he had his name in the bowl about fourty to fourty-five times, giving him a good chance of being selected for the Games.​

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Unfortunately, it wasn't his name that was drawn from the bowl, it was his brother's, and, well, you know what to expect after that, since he's now on a train heading for the Capitol.​

Fears: If I die in the Games, will my father and Shane, and everyone else in District XI be alright? I want to be remembered - will I be remembered?​

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Spoiler: Saul

My name is Saul, I'm twelve-years-old, and I'm from District X. My main sponsor is terra254 and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a knife, and that I specialize in edible Insects and plants. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel undetermined. I don't like being apart of this, but rather me then my sick brother. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Saul is a smart and cynical young kid, His emotions change very quickly and often. He likes to analyze people but never shows any emotion towards very many people, He's secluded. Despite his personality, He likes to make friends for reasons not often of good nature.​

History: Saul's history is not very relative to his personality or thoughts. He grew up with an older brother, and both his parents, His parents did fight a lot but he assumed that was normal. He was relativity close with his brother, until recently they had a dispute over which of the berries in a field were edible He said that a bright pink berry was edible, and his brother did not agree. His brother then ate this berry and became very sick, despite his un-dying sickness, he still attended the ceremony for The 40th annual Hunger Games. When his brother's name was called he knew he wouldn't be able to make it past the first 24 hours of the games due to his sickness so he willingly volunteered. He doesn't trust very much in his ability's ever since then.​

Fears: I can't swim, and water is just . . . scary to me. I fear being judged by anyone - and yes, I'm scared of spoons.​

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Spoiler: Kai Keens

My name is Kai Keens, I'm sixteen-years-old, and I'm from District IV. My main sponsor is Cuttlefish and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a trident, and that I specialize in fishing, knots, and tridents. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel that I plan to have food, until the end of the games. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Kai been a laid back for most of his life; he's is good at making friends even after they had a disagreement about something. He's always willing to try people ideas but prefers his own. He loves swimming, most of his days are spent just floating in the water, pondering while looking at the sky. Kai has been know to be always eating something, due to his fast metabolism.​

History: Kai's Father owns the second largest flotilla in the distract. He helps his father run the company and on Sundays fishes with his Little brother and sisters. He is constantly eating but his favorite food is sushi. Other than what he knows about fishing, he has not received any special training. Kai is an excellent swimmer since he was 4-years-old. He's tries to teach himself to control his ever growing appetite but can't he has only been able to last an hour before his fast metabolism kicks in.​

Fears: I'm afraid of not having enough to eat, and losing the Hunger Games and not able to see my family and friends again.​

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Spoiler: Tabitha Greene

My name is Tabitha Greene, I'm seventeen-years-old, and I'm from District VII. My main sponsor is Cuttlefish and this is what I look like. People say that if I were to use any kind of weapon, it'd be a tomahawk, and that I specialize in axes, hammock making, and camouflage. I'm going to be a Tribute in The Hunger Games - there's going to be twenty-three other people out for my blood. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I guess I could say that I feel that I'll try and wait it out the Games. I'll have to do my best to survive.

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Personality: Tabitha is Mentally unstable. She has never really know to make friends, she has a trouble time trusting people due to the betrayal of one of her acquaintances . . . She only wants to be left alone, and work until the end of her days.​

History: Tabitha hasn't had many friends, and/or parents. She pretty much raised herself to be hard, tough, and not to let anyone take advantage of her. She watch her mother get crushed by a falling tree during her work, that site through her overboard mentally scarring her for life. She works her job as the tree climber, and getting the job done. She has learn to jump from tree to tree with the grace of a flying squirrel. Tabitha has learn to throw hatchets to stick in the tree when she makes the jump, in-case the branch she jumps to break, so she can grab them instead.​

Fears: I don't have any . . . I will win this Hunger Games, and return home.​

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Spoiler: The List of Mentors

Spoiler: Harley Cannon

Good evening, my name is Harley Cannon, and I am the mentor of Arkadi Svelka and Kai Keens, and come from District IV. Although I think my age unimportant, I am twenty-eight-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the Twenty-Seventh Hunger Games. Arkadi is always noting that I always smoke, but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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History: Harley Cannon has lived something of a more peaceful life than the rest of the people in District IV. He had been forcefully trained by his father as a Career but decided that he wouldn't be apart of the Career Pack for the Games when he was selected at age fifteen. He had ended up making an alliance with a Tribute from District III, and they killed off three to four Tributes together. Unfortunately, one of their traps went wrong when they were about to kill off one more of the Careers, and it turned on the District III Tribute, whose name was Plus, and he ended up being strangled and impaled with a trident.​

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After winning Games, he used his new-gained wealth to build a house at the edge of the forest and right on the shores of the sea, where he could be in solitude and alone with his thoughts as often as he needed to be. He soon became friends with Vladimir Svelka, a ship captain, and was the best man at his wedding, and then given godparenthood to his daughter, Arkadi, but she is in the unknown of this arrangement. He had been training her for all of the skills that are required in the Games, but he secretly hoped that she would never have to use them as a Tribute. He will now either do his best to have Arkadi win, or watch as she dies because of something he may have missed.​

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Spoiler: Lillia Kane

Good evening, my name is Lillia Kane, and I am the mentor of Eve Eons & Damian Roswell, and come from District II. Although I think my age unimportant, I am twenty-two-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the thirty-fifth Hunger Games. Eve is always noting that I tend to drink a lot, but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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Spoiler: Lillia Kane

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History: Winning the Hunger Games was something she was never proud of. Lillia wasn't a career from two like the boy she fought had been. She won on pure luck. Like all the others, Lillia joined a small group and watched as her relationship with them ended with their lives. There were three tributes she lasted most of the games with, but one was killed by another tribute and when it came down to the final three, an all out war broke out. They couldn't stand waiting any longer and since only one could live, Jake, a boy from district V, snapped and turned on the others. His desire to win was what cost him his life along with Cynthia, a girl from district IX.​

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After the games, Lillia became extremely depressed. The doctors diagnosed her with Traumatic Stress Disorder. She would constantly wake up in the nights screaming and had become incredibly jumpy around other people. If left alone for too long, one could almost guarantee to find her lips around a bottle. The drinking helped numb the pain of the last five years and her winnings sit in a bank account mostly untouched. She only ever uses it for food and more liquor.​

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Spoiler: Cicilia Amergo

Good evening, my name is Cicilia Amergo, and I am the mentor of Apollo Verriso, and come from District IX. Although I think my age unimportant, I am twenty-nine-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the twenty-fifth Hunger Games. Apollo is always noting that I constantly bite my lip, but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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Spoiler: Cicilia Amergo

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History: Cicilia had a hard time accepting reality, the fact that she had been picked from thousands of candidates was completely absurd. No matter though, she was still sent off to her ultimate death sentence, the Hunger Games. Being only fourteen, she immediately sprinted away from the Cornucopia and the blood that was shed there. No orange bag, no sponsors, no chance of survival... she knew she that arena was going to be her death. However, Cicilia came across the male tribute from District IX. He was only eleven, a poor fate for such a young boy. Together, they formed an alliance with the female tribute from District V. With such a powerful, and faithful trio, Cicilia began receiving gifts from her new sponsors, along with her friends. Eventually, they managed to be the last three in the arena. Each one heartbroken over the inevitable fate, the boy from her District, Samuel, took his own life. That just left her and Vivian, the girl from District V. The duo battled it out, but in the end, with tears streaming down her face, Cicilia slit her throat with a sickle she'd found in the woods prior. Cicilia did it, she won the deadly Hunger Games, but at the cost of two of her best friends' lives.​

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Bathed with the lavish lifestyle of a Hunger Games victor, Cicilia enjoyed her earnings, an ultimate reward for a pain-staking cause. Even though the teenager was rich beyond her wildest dreams, she still enjoyed visiting the grain fields where her late father worked. There she met Ezekiel Verriso, who was very sick at the time. Feeling for the poor man and his family, Cicilia comforted him with his hardships. His wife, Lilly, appreciated her help and soon considered Cicilia a close family friend. With Ezekiel's untimely death, a year after they had met, Cicilia was there for Lilly, just as she was for Ezekiel. When she learned that the duo had had a son, the young Apollo who was three at the time. She watched Apollo from afar, secretly admiring his perseverance and strength. When Apollo's name was picked to be a tribute for the Hunger Games, Cicilia was honored, yet frightened at being his mentor, hopefully guiding him to his victory.​

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Spoiler: Natalie Traynor

FONT=Palatino Linotype]Good evening, my name is Natalie Traynor, and I am the mentor of Saul, and come from District X. Although I think my age unimportant, I am twenty-six-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the Thirty-first Hunger Games. Saul is always noting that I'm chewing on my hair, but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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History: Natalie grew up in District X, and for most of her life, she tended to the basics: milking cows, collecting eggs, feeding the pigs, and etc. Of course, up until the time of the Thirty-First Hunger Games, and it was when she had an experience that changed her life. Having never wielding anything sharper then a small knife, she felt out-classed as she came across Tributes more well off then her. Eventually, she forged an alliance with a boy from District VII, and together they lasted until the very end. She knew she had to survive. In an effort to stay alive, as the two were making their way to the safe zone, she turned on him, killing him with a swift and painless blow to the neck.​

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Upon winning the Games, she found that the boy she took the life from had a little sister, who was no older then four. Her heart sank. Even though she knew what she did was for survival, she still felt as though he should have lived instead of her. Eventually, she became a recluse as well as having guilt for leaving that girl without a brother. After a while of being alone, she once again became an active member of society, but still lives with the guilt to this day.​

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Spoiler: Sparkle Truelove

Good evening, my name is Sparkle Truelove, and I am the mentor of Gwen and Augustus, and come from District I. Although I think my age unimportant, I am thirty-one-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the Twenty-forth Hunger Games. Gwen and Augustus are always noting that I seem very distant and unfocused, but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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History: Sparkle was a Career Tribute, through and through. She'd spent her entire life training for the Games, and when her name got picked when she was fifteen, she saw it as a great thing. She thought it was a chance to prove herself and bring back the glory. She was a naturally pretty girl and more than adept at a whole host of weapons. In the Games, she joined up with a few other Career Tributes and they treated it like a game, killing off the weaker Tributes without remorse. Near the end of the Games, she literally stabbed her allies in the back, leaving her with only a boy from District V to fight it out with. She won by throwing a dagger into his neck.​

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The first few years after the Games, she loved it, she loved all the fame and the attention, exploiting it to it's full potential. She began to get ahead of herself, creating quite a reputation and she didn't care what she'd done to get it. However five years on from her win, every thing had changed. She'd lost a lot of her family through accidents, which she had a feeling the Capitol was responsible for after she'd gone too far. The family she did have left, she did not speak to much after her actions. She'd already sent several children her age to their deaths and she began to get regular nightmares about the horrible deeds she had done. Because of this she retreated into herself, refusing to get close to people and becoming very distant. She still tries her best with every new pair of tributes but the fire in her eyes has long since gone. ​

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Spoiler: Trans Istor

Good evening, my name is Trans Istor, and I am the mentor of Pulse Dalzell, and come from District III. Although I think my age unimportant, I am nineteen-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the Thirty-ninth Hunger Games. Pulse is always noting that I cuss constantly (which will totally be censored), but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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History: The numbers were drastically reduce as soon as the Games had started. The girl from his district got nervous and tried breaking towards cover before it even started. After she had been blown to bits two others jumped in surprise and were consequently killed in the same fashion. Whether it was by luck or ingenuity, he managed to survive by creating a few traps. In the end when it was just himself and a boy from District Seven... In the end, he won. That's all that matters.​

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Spoiler: Scarlet Romans

Good evening, my name is Scarlet Romans, and I am the mentor of Vivian, and come from District VIII. Although I think my age unimportant, I am twenty-six-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the Twenty-ninth Hunger Games. Vivian is always noting that I drink too much alcohol, but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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History:Scarlet wasn't particularly happy with being chosen to be in the Hunger Games when she was. She wasn't all for going out into the wild and doing her best to NOT DIE. She had no real useful skills to really survive, but she managed it. Maybe it was the fact that half of the tributes had died within the first fifteen minutes of the start of the Games, with most of them being Careers turning on each other, because they are usually the biggest threat during the Games. Or maybe she always managed somehow to avoid all the traps that the Gamemakers had set loose on her and the other Tributes. Or the fact that came down to her and two Tributes on the final day and took advantage of the last two guys turning them on each other through devious trickery, and finally killing the last one when his back was turned. The details don't really matter to her now, she won, they lost, nothing else to it.​

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Spoiler: Lily Rosenburg

Good evening, my name is Lily Rosenberg, and I am the mentor of Kane Vineyard, and come from District XI. Although I think my age unimportant, I am nineteen-years-old. My appearance may deceive you, but there is a reason I won the Thirty-eighth Hunger Games. Kane is always noting that I carry flower pedals in my pockets and tend to rip them up when I'm nervous, which is often because I'm a shy person, but I don't really see what the big deal of it is, it's just something I do. Who knows, it may be due to some sort of trauma I received from winning my Hunger Games.

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History: Lily had lived in District XI with her younger sister, Rosa Rosenberg, and their parents all her life when she was chosen for the 38th Hunger Games when she was 17. She grabbed a knife from the Cornucopia and basically stayed away from mostly everyone until she was forced to kill her district partner, Ross, in order to win. She keeps flower pedals in her pocket because she knew that Ross often took great care of the flowers in their district, and ripping the flowers helps her deal with her extreme nervousness. During the 39th Hunger Games, her younger sister was chosen and was killed early on, leaving Lily scarred and more withdrawn. Lily believes that Kane did an incredible thing for his younger brother by volunteering, and will try her hardest in hopes that Kane will be able to win these games and be able to go home to his younger brother.​

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You are now on the train, on your way to the Capitol. ​

Four real-time days will be allowed for each player to post at least once, and after, ​

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Edward quietly sat in the train. His mentor and the girl tribute from his District were busy, so he had to wait for them. "Why don't they hurry up? We'll be at the capitol soon." He was incredibly nervous. Yes, he had practiced how to use a sword and all, but he wasn't the only one who had. Others had probably been better than him anyway. He felt like crap. But he couldn't show it. If he did, he'd be identified as an easy target. And nobody wanted to be an easy target.

 

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I sat in the living room train car, it being empty besides myself. It was a little ironic, I thought to myself, that one of the nicest places I was ever going to see in my life would be the one that was carrying me to my death at two hundred miles and hour. I recalled the events of the reaping . . . I had been nervous that I would be chosen, but in my deeper thoughts, I honestly didn't think it would be me, my name in numerous times of course, they were foolish thoughts. When I had turned twelve, I knew that I would be in an ever silent struggle against being selected as Tribute, and when I had aged, every year was the same - I hadn't been picked. Being seventeen, I had thought my serenity would last, and I only had one more year, before I became involved in the fishing industry, just as my own mother and father before me.​

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I believe that one of the worsts parts about being selected was the very cruel slew of visitors I had received the hour before I came aboard this train. Little boys and girls, elders, and other adults that I shared a mutual respect with, surely because of my parents, had come to see me off. Each Tribute, as I understood, were allowed one token from their District. The children that I had been teaching brought me mine: a knotted necklace made of fishing net material with wooden beads woven into the complex ties. I could nearly not contain my emotions at their innocent kindness, and they certainly couldn't, telling me how much I would be missed. It was painful.​

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I had not spoken a word to the male Tribute who had been chosen along side me. The most contact I had with him was the shaking of our hands in front of all of our family and friends. When we boarded the train, he was, for the most part, at the back of my thoughts, and nearly dead to me. I felt sorrow for him, but he would soon be my enemy, I could not risk gaining feelings for any of these other teenagers. ​

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I am a survivor, and I will not go down without a fight.​

ιllιlı.ıl Ｔ lııl Ｈ lııl Ｅ lı ıl Ｈ lııl Ｕ lııl Ｎ lııl Ｇ lııl Ｅ lııl Ｒ lı ıl Ｇ lııl Ａ lııl Ｍ lııl Ｅ lııl Ｓ lıιllιlı.​

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ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｉ ｄｉｅ， ｉ ｏｎｌｙ ａｓｋ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｅｄ​

I didn't talk to neither my Mentor nor my fellow tribute, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone, to do anything. I honestly couldn't believe I was the one on this train, but . . . better me than Shane. Our mom would be grateful to me about this whole ordeal, but I just couldn't bring myself to recognize that. It was now a guarantee that I was going to die. I wasn't going to survive the Games, it was a one in twenty four chance that I would live, a less than 1% chance that I would be the one to come out of that arena.

I had thought about comforting my female partner, but I knew getting close to anyone would be a mistake and it would be harder to kill them. Unfortunately, I was so lonely now. I couldn't help but think of my dad and Shane back home. I knew that they would take care of each other, but it felt like Shane would be lost without me, even if dad was there. I knew dad wouldn't let me down though. I just hoped that nothing bad would happen to them now that I was involved in the Games. District XI . . . I had been the second person to ever volunteer.

As I arose from my chair, which was really very comfortable and nice just like the rest of this glorious train, I looked out the window, seeing the scenery zip by as if speed were nothing. "I just . . . hope that they will remember me."

ιllιlı.ıl Ｔ lııl Ｈ lııl Ｅ lı ıl Ｈ lııl Ｕ lııl Ｎ lııl Ｇ lııl Ｅ lııl Ｒ lı ıl Ｇ lııl Ａ lııl Ｍ lııl Ｅ lııl Ｓ lıιllιlı.​

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Quietly, I sat in the Bar car of the train, the one I had come on every year since I became a Mentor, after winning my own Hunger Games. Going back to the Capitol, just as I do every year, to watch my two kids die. They might as well be my kids. I take care of them, give them advice, in hopes that maybe one of them will survive, but they never do, not since I became Mentor. This year . . . maybe this year . . .

But Arkadi, god, I can't believe she was chosen. What am I supposed to do now? The thing about it is, I don't want to not treat both of my Tributes equally, I don't want to favor one or the other, they both deserve to live . . . I can only keep one of them alive, why shouldn't I choose her? She's my goddaughter, but the boy, Kai, he deserves to live. I believe that is the worst part about all of this.

I inhale my cigarette again. Smoking. It helps me relieve the stress I've felt ever since I returned home from the Capitol a victor. On my Victory Tour, I had them have me an almost infinite supply as I was going through ten to twenty a day. I've kept it moderate, especially in front of Arkadi. She doesn't like smoking, and doesn't want me to continue, but I just can't let it go. I still wake up at night screaming, remembering my own horrors from those weeks in those ancient ruins. The Games are . . . just a cruel act by the Capitol so that they may maintain their power over the scared people of Panem. It's sick. And Arkadi . . . if she dies, if Kai dies . . . More like when they die . . . It will be my fault.

And the nightmares will continue.

"I should probably go talk to them."

 

Gwen's lip quivered at the thought of a terrible fate that she and many others were going to face. She sat alone, her eyes gazing out of the window that belonged to the train. She was in a room with her fellow tribute, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Then again, who wasn't? Almost everyone is going to die somehow and she definitely didn't want to be one of them. Just the thought alone made Gwen nauseous. Her attention momentarily shifted towards her fellow tribute, her eyes scanning his fit figure before she quickly turned away. She wasn't sure what kind of man Augustus was, but he was part of her district, so she could only assume he was someone she'd only dislike. She didn't know him and she was sure this was the first time she had ever seen him; because of this, she couldn't trust him, or anyone for that matter. She couldn't imagine being betrayed by someone she trusted.

Inhaling deeply, the young girl attempted to compose herself, as to not make it obvious she was not feeling well. If her family saw her now, they'd assure her she would be the winner simply because she was part of the first district; however how could they be sure of that? She had lost her eldest sibling in the previous tribute.

'I shouldn't think of that.'

Gwen's eyes closed shut as she shook the mental image of her brother being killed by another tribute; the horror. With his death, her mother cried for weeks while her father constantly commented on how he should have made him into a stronger man. And in turn, trained her remaining brother nonstop.

Nobody thought little ol' Gwen was going to be picked as a tribute. Well, at least she learned to defend herself.

 

Pulse sat there, legs crossed, just staring forward at her mentor. Numb. She'd decided eventually that was how she'd felt. Too overwhelmed to actually feel anything. From the moment her name was read out off that silly piece of paper, her death warrant, it had just been unreal. It was almost as if she was watching it in third person, and she'd just noticed little things that don't matter. As she was pushed to the front, she noticed scars on hands, dirt under fingernails, she could almost tell what job each person did in the factory as she passed. Not that any of it did her any good. The simple mechanism used to lift her onto the platform, that was easy, she could understand that. Why her? She doubted she'd ever know. Red eyes, final goodbyes, choice of words, like anything could make this situation any better, all passing by so fast. They bundled her on to a train and sent her onwards to her execution.

Then there was her mentor. Someone who she had reluctantly watched, fight for their lives, felt their pain and jumped for joy when he actually did it. All that only last year, someone from their district had actually won. It was so rare and so precious when it had finally happened, hope rekindled in the spirits of the people. Made her wonder if maybe, just maybe she could do it too. It felt like she'd known this person so well but looking at the disgusting drunk before her, she started to wonder how much she actually knew. People made out winning to be a fantastic thing but he didn't look like he was living the high life.

She'd been forced to watch him glug away several bottles already, and as the booze vanished so did her hopes of coming out of this alive. Finally he turned and asked if she had a question. She did, millions of them in fact. She wanted to ask what had happened to him, how had he fallen from grace so fast? But she didn't, that wasn't the most important thing right now. "How do I do it? How do I come out of this alive?" She asked it quietly, but there was a deep intensity to it, a spark in her eye that could ignite a fire. She knew it wasn't exactly a precise question and one to which the answer was most likely 'You don't' but she asked it anyway. She wanted to know if there was a chance, just a chance that she could do it.

 

Apollo Verriso

I rest my head on my open palm as I glare out the window in my car, viewing the outside world's mesmerizing beauty. Well, it looks much better than District IX, that's for sure. I sigh as my eyes wonder up to ceiling as I lay down on the booth. Unexpectedly, I am calm. At first, when my name had been called, I was in a mass hysteria, naturally. I panicked, out of thousands upon thousands of names, my name was picked. Sure, I've entered my name a few extra times for the years of not enough income, but still, thousands of names... but me. "Why me? Why!?" I mutter to myself. Then I start to think about them... my family, those who I hold most close. "What about Mum and Lisa and Hera...? What about them!? How can I support them if I'm stuck-" I proceed to kick the wall of my car. "-here!"

I notice my breathing has quickened as I shake my head. "No... you can't let them inside your head Apollo. You need to stay strong, and calm!" I give myself a not-so reassuring nod and sit back up. I hear my car door open and see her emerge as she slides the door shut: my Mentor, Cicilia. She seems... perky, which is quite odd for a woman like herself. I open my mouth to give a warm greeting, but pause as I notice she's about to speak.

Cicilia Amergo

"Hello Apollo." I blurt out as the boy sits there, quiet as a mouse. I approach him. "What's the matter big boy?" I smile. Still quiet. I decide to give up as I sit across from him and cross my legs. The look in his eyes, the sudden expression of loss and sadness, almost brings a frown to my face. I've felt a connection with each and every one of my Tributes, but Apollo? Apollo is different. There's something special about him, I know it. Something none of my past Tributes have had. Alright, alright, maybe I'm a little biased since I knew his father before he died. I bite my lip as I see Apollo crack a slight smirk. My trademark sign that something's on my mind. A little something I picked up from my Hunger Games.

"Hey, pretty-boy. Now you decide to smile?" A smirk begins to form on my face as well as Apollo suddenly bursts into laughter. I can't help but laugh as well. This is the first time I've genuinely laughed in a while, and ironically enough, about absolutely nothing. I feel my eyes begin to fill with water. Like I said, something's special about this boy... and this year's Hunger Games. Something special indeed.

 

Lily Rosenberg

I sighed as I watched the trees go by as the train moved closer and closer towards the Capital and closer to the Hunger Games- where twenty three children more would die and twenty three more families would lose a child- just like my own family last my sister the year before. I played with the flower pedals in my pocket and ripped one into tiny pieces feeling quite nervous about meeting the two tributes I would be mentoring. Then again... They were only my second set of tributes... I sighed once again knowing one of them or both of them would die and their families would lose them. I couldn't remember a thing about my girl tribute but I did remember about Kane- the boy tribute- he had volunteered for his younger brother and for that I knew I wanted him to win- for his brother and whatever family he had... I wish I had been able to volunteer for Rosa... I would have done it in a heartbeat. Slowly and quite nervously I walked out of the train car that I was in and headed towards car where one if not both of them would be. As I ripped up another flower pedal and opened the door of the car I heard Kane said "I just . . . hope that they will remember me." "Don't worry... I'll do my best to make sure they don't forget you," I said, walking into the room and ripping another flower pedal nervously. "For being selfless and volunteering for your younger brother I'll do my best to make sure you win these games so that they will never forget you,"

 

The train the the Capitol was becoming ever so slow. I was impatient and happened to have a temper when things were to slow and old. "This needs to pick up the pace. I need to prove to my District that I am the best for these games." I watched as Lillia was sitting still once again sucking out of her bottle filled with alcohol. Getting help from her would be a hassle. She drank to relieve the pain of the past when she won five years ago. It was around my age that she did so. If she could do it so could I I thought to myself. I had hoped Damian would be of some use in getting some information out of her but it has so far been futile. I couldn't sit still any longer. I needed answers. I jumped up and threw my hand onto the side of the door where she was sitting. "Tell me. How may I survive and win these games. Help us succeed. You don't want to see us die right? Then tell us!" I yelled at her. My ambitions were made clear before we left the district. I am in this to win, no matter the cost.

 

Saul Saunders

I won't win. I can't win.. I tried to brush away these thoughts of lost, thoughts of sulking within my own mistakes.I'd messed up. No, I'd messed up Twice. Why did I do this? Vince was not going to pull through anyway . . . I was quite certain. I'd left mom with nothing. I was gonna die in a matter of weeks, and Vince would probably die before I did. What would the Capitol do if he had died before the games? Had that happened before? I felt nauseous. I brushed my hair away and looked up from my knees and white clutched hands. My surrounding's were eerily bright; The afternoon sun beamed in stripes of golden sunlight through the relatively small windows. I had refused to sit on the seats when I entered, sitting on the floor, Not for any particular reason. I didn't want to get accustomed to such a wonderful care free (Well... effort less. This situation was far from care-free)life style, Because I knew it was only to be swept away. I started to think about my mentor, And the girl tribute. The girl tribute didn't particularly catch my interest because I didn't know her,She was atleast 2 years older than me.My mentor didn't spike my interest at all. I mean, atleast the girl tribute was a girl, But I'd play nice for the crowd. For the Capitol. For my enemies. For my family. My mentor could show me how to do that, I hoped. Where was he? Wasn't he supposed to be mentoring me? I sighed lightly. I couldn't do this. I felt it coming. An emotion unclear to me. I wanted to run and hide, then thrash at random things in the room. Rage?No . . . I was quite certain I wasn't angry. It was something else. I lifted my hand to hit something; but I felt something in me. My hand stopped moving. I was frozen for an entire minute. Half of that minute was only because of the shock, I never felt it coming. I didn't do it. I didn't ruin anything. Hurt anybody. I stopped it. I had never stopped it . . . Maybe . . . Before I died, I could learn how to be strong. That's all I ever wanted. To finally win.​

 

Vivian Turner​

Vivian let out a heavy sigh. She had been staring out the window for what seemed like hours. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face streaked with make-up. She had always been tough and prepared to get what she wanted, but today was different. Today her name had been called. It didn't make sense. It was only in the over-sized glass bowl four times. She had never taken tessara and the only reason her name was in there to begin with was that it was required each year. Vivian never anticipated having her name called. The moment that woman called out Vivian Turner, her heart stopped. Her entire body went numb with shock and saying goodbye to everyone she knew and loved was the hardest thing Vivian ever had to do.
She took a deep breath, wiped her face, and turned to the young woman sitting across the train car. There hadn't been any exchange of words and the boy drawn to compete with her had locked himself up in his room. She wasn't familiar with him in the least bit. Scarlet, her mentor, won a few years back. Vivian could hardly remember that particular Hunger Games. The only thing that was clear in her mind was how happy the district was to have a Victor. It meant good things for everyone. Well, everyone except the family that lost their son that year. She couldn't do it. Vivian couldn't bare the thought of destroying someone's life like that. It was too much. "What hurts the most?" She wasn't really asking anyone in particular. It was more-so to prepare herself mentally. What part of this entire endeavor hurts the most?

Augustus Johnston​

Augustus had always been thick-headed and hard to handle, but today there was actually a sensitive side to him. He was more than prepared for the Hunger Games. He had been training all his life, but as he watched the girl in the car with him, something felt different. He felt bad for her. Gwen, that was her name. Augustus remembered the announcer woman call her Gwen. She looked pretty broken up. He wanted to say something, but these types of situations were unfamiliar territory. There wasn't anything he could say to comfort her. It would just sound pathetic anyway. Fighting is what he lived for. He spent his entire life intentionally getting into fights. Augustus cleared his throat. He had been watching her, but through the reflection in the window, that way he wouldn't look so creepy. "It's ah...it's okay. To be upset that is. This has got to be pretty scary." There. That wasn't so bad. He didn't sound stupid and it was actually an understanding thing to say. He looked over at her, but almost immediately wished he hadn't. He was nervous. No amount of preparation was enough to deal with the fact that he might die and honestly, street fighting didn't really involve getting to know girls. Talking to one was something he had no idea how to do.

Lillia Kane​

Lillia set the bottle down on the table. Her face was expressionless as the young girl started shouting at her. What was her name again? Eve? That sounded right. Eve Eons. Her fingers felt for the large sunglasses and lifted them onto the top of her head. She made sure to look nice today. Her brown hair was smooth and her clothes clean. It had been awhile since she tried to look good, or was forced to look good. The Victors always had to look their best when they were around the cameras. What a joke. Lillia ignored Eve's question and smiled cynically. "You think you can succeed? Even if you do survive the games, then what? What do you plan to do after that? What good do you think will come? You're better off dying out in the arena than coming home. Having to deal with the family in your district that lost their child because of you, training two new kids year after year just to watch them suffer. To be paraded around the capitol like a pet for the rest of your life. You're better off dying."
"Lillia that's enough! Stop scaring the children." Shit. Stupid ass. Lillia smiled at the young capitol man that came walking into the car. He was a prude, but a cute prude. Julian Masters, the representative of District II. "My apologies Julian. Kids, this is Julian, I'm sure you remember him from the reaping this morning." How could you not? There's no way you could forget the person that was basically sending you to your death. She never forgot.

 

"I can't believe I got chosen, Out of me and the only other sibling in my family that can be in the games, I had the least amount of slips with 'Jane Oaks' written on them in the bowl I had 4, Kevin had 7." Jane thought as the train to the Capitol passed through what seemed like lights of another District shining through the hazy black night. "Is that District 3? 1?" She couldn't tell.
But then her mind switched from "Kevin had more slips than me, but he's a boy, so does it count?" to "Survival in the 40th Hunger Games 101"., which got her depression turn into total nervousness.
"What will the arena be this time in the games?" She thought, "I know that they always keep it a godamn secret, but I wanna know now . What if it's a cold, barren wasteland? What if it's a hot desert? I guess this is why there are Careers, since those Tributes are prepared for anything.
"But I don't want glory from this, I guess. I have to fight for my family. To fight for Amber, Kevin, and Hanna; and to honor my parents in-" Then Jane stuttered and started screaming a bit.
"Crap! I remembered! Oh, I hope I won't have to deal with explosions while here. BUT WHAT IF? What if they-" She sighed and fell to her bed.
"Happy thought, happy thoughts, happy thoughts." Jane told herself, then her fearful heart (full of that one event that gave her a fear oif explosions) calmed down.

 

"Ugh... I'm going to take a shower..." Edward got up and went to the bathroom. He hoped his mentor and the other tribute were out there. He wanted to make them wait, just like they had made him wait. While in the shower, he started to remember the reaping.

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It was after his name was called. His little sister was only six years old. She came in to see him first since their parents were somewhere else. He didn't care, the only person he wanted to see was his little sister. She was scared. He had to explain to her where he was going. She denied it, saying he didn't have to. He told her he had to. When the Peacekeepers came in, she was crying. Her cries were the last thing he heard before getting on the train.reaping.

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Edward sighed. He would win. He had to. For Jessica.