Panem

"Now for the boys!" the Escort droned on. " Circence Welder!" a small 12 year old boy with short blonde hair made his way up to the stage. "I volunteer!" I shouted, before anyone else could. I strolled onto the stage.
"What is your name?" she asked
"Cassius Nova aged 14." I replied
"Now we have both our tributes from District 2!" she beamed. " shake hands!"
I looked the female tribute in the eye and she shook my hand. Her hands were soft but then again she had a firm grip. We both walked off for our final goodbyes.

I wondered what he was thinking, I couldn't bear the sudden silence so I strolled off to my room in peace.
The duvet was green silk and pillows, satin. I've never felt so much comfort in my life. I was told to come too dinner by the escort Tallulah Chime. We had Chicken soup and Bread rolls,
"Hello, I am your mentor." Smiled a woman in her late 20's. I recognized her from a hunger games, but I dont know whitch. She started talking but all I could think about was the boiling hot chicken soup.
Suddenly, I drifted off to sleep. I was surrounded with candy and roast pigs and fresh fruit. But as soon as I reached out to touch a plump nectarine, it started screaming. Then all the food shouted at me with such great force, I woke up.
"w-what happened?" I said but silence hung around the room.
They must've got bored of watching me sleep. I joked. and walked back into the room of luxury. the next morning, we were there.

I took a step off of the train. I was greeted with screaming citizens and colorful bursts of smiles. I started to become overwhelmed and backed away into the train's door. I felt a firm grip take my wrist.

"I'm sorry about earlier Lena...I wanted to apologize-I was a little...scared. Looks like you are too." Seth whispered softly. I nodded slightly.

"Stay close to me...your the only part of District 4 I have..." I smiled slightly. He smiled back as we walked next to each other, near the large palace we would stay in. It had begun. I stopped in the doorway as I heard the slight creak of avoxs that were shutting the gigantic steal doors. My eyes wandered around the place. A spiral stair case was at my left, while an oddly shaped table stood in front of me with a single bowl of flowers sitting in the center. Furry chairs were discarded around the room and a TV was running into the next room. Pure royalty.

"I don't think it's anything special." Seth said with a smirk.

"Right..." I answered back. Our mentor, Renez Capture stood in front of us with a firm grip on a clipboard. My eyes widened as he looked at us with an icy cold stare.

"Training starts soon, get a good night's rest. The Capitol will be expecting it!" Renez said standing firm. I closed my eyes slightly as I ran up the stairs to find a teal green bed waiting for me to fall in. Like the ocean. I flopped down. I was floating.

((I've PM'd my district partner and have gotten no response, so I'm going to be a little god-moddish here, but this can be reversed if she fully makes her character.))

I've been talking to my escort, Eileen Feck, for around an hour, but I don't think I can keep up much longer. The younger woman just keeps talking nonstop. Every time she opened her mouth, her white-gold curls bobbed up and down, her face constantly highlighted by her matching makeup, tattoos, and pale skin. In fact, every inch of bare skin was covered in white makeup and tattoos. In great contrast to the rest of her body was a skintight leather dress with black high heels.

"The food is usually good at these sorts of social events," Eileen babbled on as the roar of the Capitol crowd was distantly heard in the background. "But oh my goodness - do not even stop at the deviled eggs. I've complained multiple times, but they insist on keeping the celery bits and pepper spices in the little monstrosities. Can only I recognize the foul mixture of those two tastes? My grandmother was a chef, you know, for the President himself. You'd think they'd consider me qualified enough to judge the taste..."

I consider leaving, but it was necessary I stay, unfortunately. "I'll be sure to avoid them," I say neutrally. "Maybe I can even say something to the Gamemakers when I meet them for you." Eileen's face lights up as she nods her head excitedly.

"Oh, yes yes yes!" She squeals. "That would be perfect!" Her face suddenly turns stoic. "It would be fitting for the Gamemakers to hear that from a tribute."

"You know, Eileen," I start. We're running out of time, I'll need to say this fast. "I've really enjoyed this talk we've had,"

Eileen smiles. "You are such a good listener! If only everyone could listen as good as you, maybe I could get all my ideas out for once!"

"Well," I continue steadily, "I'm going to be a tribute in the games, of course. I'll need sponsors, and since you're the most popular woman I know, I was wondering..."

Eileen nods. "Of course, it would be a shame to loose you - such a nice young boy!" She chuckles. "You're correct, I have many friends in very important places, obviously. I'd love for them to sponsor you!"

I breath a sigh of relief as the train pulls to a stop. "Thanks, Eileen, you won't regret it."

Zach watced as the female was chosen for this year's game. What a shame, she was beautiful. She didn't have the look of a killer and this appearance was only fortified as her younger brother tried to volunteer. Sadly, he was too young and could not do so. It's too bad he couldn't volunteer for her, but he had his parents to look after, and nothing would keep him from that.

By now, he was drifting off. He never bought anything, so his name was only in there once. So, he had virtually no chance in being picked. Though, as if to smack him in the face, fate called in the form of an annoying voice.

"The honor of taking place in this year's hunger games for District 12's male position goes to.....Zachary Conway!" the voice caught his attention. "Please, step up!"

"Well, fuck!" he said in response, though it was under his breath. Promptly moping his way up to the podium, he was "gifted" with the honor of being the next person from his district to die. "Wow, thanks. I can't believe I get to have the honor of dying in a game for the amusement of others!" he said leaking sarcasm. "And the best part? My parents are going to die from a sickness while watching me die! Wow! Gee wiz, that's so awesome!" he took his place next to his fellow victim.

A few kids in the crowd started both laughing and crying. These were mostly his friends and kids that he had protected from bullies, and they loved his humor but at the same time were devastated at the revelation that their friend was going to be pitted in an arena where he was to fight to the death. Zach disliked the looks on their faces, and in an effort to cheer them up, he proclaimed.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure to kick one in the nuts, just for you!" he laughed, though underneath it was his true feelings. Worry.

I woke up, quite depressed. However, I realized she had elsewise to do. I've only recently turned 18. Okay, in reality, my chances were as high as could be, however, considering I'd never come close to being picked, I was pretty much almost home free by now, or so I thought. I got changed, fixed up my hair, got my pocketwatch and put it in my pocket, and began my day. I then realized it was the day of the reaping.



All the teenage children were brought together to the center of the district. District 9 was not an outer district like 10, 11 and 12, so it wasn't an incredibly poor one, but let's just say it wasn't the richest. More like, less than mediocre. You know, houses that aren't too too nice, but not tornado-wrecked either, paved roads, that need som improvement, but not hard to ride or walk on, no cars but no pioneer stuff at all either. If people couldn't grow plants like flowers or trees, it'd look as depressing as an outer district. You could say that District 9 was a prospering version of an outer District. Well, at least people have good manners.

Many children looked depressed, and others, afraid, but I was bored out of my mind. I'd been through this exact same situation many times. I wondered why the heck people did this? The whole gathering and announcing thing, when all you have to do is do it on TV, and then have the Peacekeepers come take them. Then again, that did have flaws, like children fleeing. Still, I would have liked it better than having to walk half a mile, get a heart attack, and walk back. Well, some of the other children around my age did look depressed as well. 'Good, I'm not the only one.' I thought. I yawned, silently of course, as the first name was being drawn, girls' name. I went and looked behind her, at some other line of 18 year olds, while the name was being called, Keisha Pruna, or something like that. I looked back at the front and streched. Some people who I knew were starring at me, for some reason, some whispering 'Go'. The name was called a second time, "Mykeisha Bruma?" What? I was, just, shocked, I was called? I touched her neck, as if I was being called for public execution by hanging. Of course, that wasn't out of the question, when it came to how sadistic the games can be, and there's only been nine so far! Rumour has it that some of the richer Districts have started to be secretly training for this, so more than likely, this year would be the hardest yet.

'Calm down Mykeisha, you've learned what happens. It's all about the audience. Okay, so far, I looked as if was bored, meaning I seem confident, right?' I tried to think of how I should have look. I was probably the first person to have mentally thought of his or her appearence on camera at first, right? I was also the first in District 9 to have been training myself, and if the rumours were false, the first one ever. It's illeagle to train, right? I walk toward the front. I had a semi-tired semi-angry look on my face, but then, I let out a smirk, for the camera. Could I be the first District 9 tribute to win? I walked onto the stage. and faced the audience. A camera pointed at me and I glared at it. I looked crazy fierce without even scowling. Was my last name Bruma for a reason? I glared at the camera as if I was challenging the other tributes, telling them 'I am planning to live, and if I have to kill you to do it, So be it'. I glanced at the next camera zooming in on me from the side and glared at it from the corner of my eye, as if asking 'You got that?'

We had stepped of the train, and I could tell Lena was shaking. "Might as well apologize..." I thought to myself. I walked toward Lena. "I'm sorry about earlier Lena...I wanted to apologize-I was a little...scared." I watched her turn to me as colorful wigs and pale white skin floated in the distance. I had a glimpse of Lena, light skin and blonde hair with a curl at the bottom with dark brown eyes. We could actually be friends, anything to stay alive in the games.

"Stay close to me...your the only part of District 4 I have..." She said softly. Now I knew she was scared. It was a shock to hear that. I smiled slightly as we were ussured to the place where they would keep us for the rest of our fancy stay. To my left was a spiral stair case, and furry chairs lined the room as a light pink table that was oddly shaped sat in front of us, and a TV that was running in the next room. "I don't think it's anything special." I said with a smirk.

"Right..." I heard Lena reply with her eyes still fixed around the room.

"How can you say such a thing!" I heard our escort say behind me. Her name was Renenta Louise. I spun on my heels to see a plump and stout lady, with a bright bedazzled yellow top hat and green dyed skin staring at me with a concerned look. "The Capitol made this especially for you! Can't you see how it represents District 4?" She said, folding her arms.

"Well they're missing one thing." I answered to her gesture.

"And what's that?" She replied, burrowing her eyebrows.

"The poor souls without any food or shealter." I said. I watched her mouth gape open as she walked away, making sure to stomp her heels. Then our mentor, Renez Capture stood in front of us. His hair was pulled back into a small low ponytail, and he held firmly onto his clipboard.

"Training starts soon, better gty a good night's rest! The Capitol will be expecting it!" He exclaimed. Lena had already vanished into her room, and I stood there. Just listening to the cheers of the citizens.

I'd been sitting on the train for five minutes, more or less, when a man walked into my room. I lifted my head and offered a small smile to him. "Aislynn Inouye, sister of Clayton Inouye," he said. His voice was raspy and gruff. The man was bald and had one long earring in his left ear. It looked to be something like a high-tech spear, though she could definitely be wrong. It was light blue, the same color as his eyes, electrifying. He had an angular face and was tall, not too muscular, but not lanky either.
"Y-yes..." I fumbled at the sound of his name. Nobody'd spoken it in years.
"He was a good fighter, I'll tell you that. Damn glad I didn't get thrown in the arena with him!" he laughed. Like his voice his laugh was gruff, but was also booming loud. "Well, for your sake, you better have gotten some of those good genes." At his little joke, Aislynn let out a small, short laugh.
"I'm your mentor, you can call me Kro," he held out his hand and shook hers firmly. Despite his looks, he seemed to be rather strong.
"Nice meeting you," I nodded at him.
"Well Ash, first off I'm going to need to know more about you than your brother and your name. Give me your weakpoints," he sat down in a leather chair nearby where I was sitting.
"Uh, well, I guess swimming, for one. I'm pretty useless at hand-to-hand combat and as you can guess?-not the strongest around," I tried to be as honest as possible with some difficulty admitting my weaknesses.
"All flight, no fight, well, that might keep you alive for, oh, say a day and a half?" I looked shocked. "You haven't watched the Games have you kitten? Geez, this is going to be a real fun time now won't it. Alright, pay attention, the Games exist for one purpose. Entertainment. Bloody, gore-filled, grotesque entertainment. Little girl running around in the woods, that isn't really going to cut it."
"I'm not completely useless," I frowned at him, "I can kill using throwing knives, climb almost any tree, remain completely silent, and I've never met someone who could outrun me!" I hunched my shoulders defensively as I looked at him.
"Kitten's got claws. We'll work on that," he promised, "For now, get some sleep before we get into the damn city." I nodded and walked over to a chair near the corner of the room, it seemed like the most safe place. It took me only minutes to fall asleep, as it always had.

" Not in the least "

He managed to laugh, just a little bit, he should be angry and hate the girl that sat with him now for if she had not volunteered and took the place of the original male tribute he would not be sitting here today being forced to come to terms with the mortality that weighed heavy on his shoulders, heavier than any backpack of tattered textbooks. At the same time he knew if she didn't then there would be a mere child here instead, and no kid should have to endure such a fate.

" Well you better ready up, and fast, you don't wanna be the first to die out there " He retorted while clenching his knife, not in a threatening manner, more as a gesture of determination. There was absolute zero guarantees that he would survive this but one thing he knew for certain was that he was not going to be one of the poor bastards who died within the first day. He at least wanted a good chance to survive for as long as he possibly could and as long she serviced the first minutes and hours they both had a better chance of survival being from District 11, though he could not be sure about her because there was no telling weather she worked on any of the farms like he did or not. They could perhaps form an alliance being from the same district, that's probably what the other districts were doing especially those damnable Career tributes, though if they did form an alliance they would have to turn on each other sooner or later unless one of them gets picked off before the other which would probably be the best case scenario.

((OOC Note- My school friend (lilyoftherosexx) has given Cassius up and told me to take him so now i'm Cassius))


"Welcome to the capitol!" Tallulah said, pointing the cassius and me. I peered out the window.
eurgh I thought as hundreds of disgusting capitol freaks smiled and waved at me. I forced a smile back but I wanted to snarl. On the other hand my district partner was basically screeching with the delight of being on the center stage.
"Oh, yeah. If you didn't know, Im Cassius Nova" He held out his hand.
"Mallory simmons" I glowered and turned to face our mentor Mimi Greer.Who I learned competed in the 2nd Hunger games.
"make a good first impression. Especially you Mallory. No glowering at Caesar."
"Oh ha ha." I reply, Sucking on some capitol sherbet candy.
"Mallory Simmons, Um- Aren't you the girl who sits on the hills at school and..." he blushes.
"Yes, That's me, Mr. popularity." I say while glaring at him. Who does he think he is?
"We are here. Finally." Mimi points out. We step out on to the train station and into the grand hotel. The second floor is easy to get up to and Is themed in mono chrome. One particular Avox with black hair and piercing icy blue eyes Is My servant.
"First have dinner and then get to sleep- You'll need it."

I slipped into my bedroom and lay on the soft velvet duvet.
How does Cassius know about the hills? has he been watching me? I change into a chiffon blue shirt and black jeans with blue ballet shoes.
Dinner is Roast chicken, Gravy and Creamy tomato soup. I gulp it down quickly, glance at Cassius and charge back to my room to get a few hours sleep. As Mimi said, were gonna need it.

((sorry just joined. Srry if this sets anyone back))
I wokeup to my eldest brother shaking me. "Get dressed now! It's time for the reaping "i let a slight sound escape my throat, I totally forgot about that. I pushed my brother out of my room and went to my closet. I took one of my mothers old yellow sundress and got changed. I quickly got my little sister who just turned 13 into a dress and put our hair into a tight bun on the top of our heads. I put a bright purple necklace on her and walked out the door with my eldest brothers hand squeezing mine and me squeezing my sister's hand.

When we got to the center of town the peacekeepers pushed us into a line for signins and to take a smidge of blood. When that was over a peacekeepers escorted my family into our age groups. I stood in the middle of the fifteen year olds waiting for the man to call names and allow us to leave after this was all over. "Welcome to the reaping, district 5."said the man in a thick capitol accent. "I'm Dakota Shawn. "I'm pretty sure he was waiting for an applause but didn't get one. "Okay then, let's pick the names! "he moved to his left where the girls names stood in a big glass ball. "Lades first. "he dug his hand into the bottom of the bowl and moved his hand around. Finally, after what seemed like forever he pulled his hand out and opened the envelope. "Let us see who our female tribute would be. "he stood there and Finnaly spoke up with a huge smile on his face. "Our female tribute is.....Samantha Coelho! Come up here dear. "my breathe caught in my throat as I stood there. I heard sighs of relief and only two gasps. I knew who those to gasps were, my brother and sister. I cleared my throat and walked up to the stage, dreading what was to come next. I glanced over to my brother who was holding my sister and comforting her. He looked up at me tears in his eyes and nodded and mouthed we love you. "Hi young lady could you repeat your Name and age for the crowd of district 5? "I looked up at Dakota "I'm Samantha Coelho 15 years old and I am your female tribute. "the crowd stood silent. "Okay nice to meet you. Now for the boys! "he moved over to the ball and picked the first card that was sticking out. "Your boy tribute is Com Exburna! "I stood there waiting for him to get up here and shake hands so i could say my final good byes.

I stand with Eileen. Our escort is very excited to show us off. The train pulls to a stop and she claps her hands happily. "Make them love you!" She exclaims. "You'll need the sponsors!" I have to wonder how I'll manage to win a crowd over. I spend my entire day out with cows. Will my partner have an edge in that aspect? Will she get more sponsors than me? Leave me to die while she gets pampered in the arena? I glance over to her, but don't say anything.

I think back on the past winners of the Games, in particular, one large, 18 year old boy. Career, I think, or he joined them. He wasn't charming, he wasn't charismatic, but he was tough. He had the appeal of someone who looked like they could actually win. Did I have the same appeal? I look down at what Eileen laid out for me and I changed into from my overalls. It was just a pair of black slacks, sandals, and a very tight t-shirt. I thought it belonged to one of the waiters or something, but now that I think of it, the shirt does show off my physique clearly. Did Eileen choose this because it will show people I'm strong?

I shrug it off as the doors open. I'll find out in time. First Eileen steps out, waving and blowing kisses like a celebrity, and then the female tribute. I'm out next, into the air of the Capitol. I have to admit, I'm impressed, but at the same time, repelled. The people in my district are very poor, and these people are all plump and ridiculously dressed... they make Eileen look normal.

I stand there for a brief moment as Eileen and the female tribute walk past me. The crowd watching me pause, unsure, losing interest in me. What do I do now? I think, trying to come up with anything. I think I'm finding out that I'm afraid of crowds. Bad time to discover a fear. Physical appeal. The tough guy look. I tell myself. Without a word, unable to even smile and barely able to look into the crowd, I lift my arms above my head. My shirt slips up to my belly button and the crowd resumes their cheering. I take a few steps forward in that pose, now looking throughout the crowd. The cheering increases as Eileen looks back at me. She smiles and gives a tiny nod of approval before turning forward.

I can only hope I can keep this up.

(Sorry I'm going through a really tough time right now that's why I couldn't post)

(sorry, i'm new to this and I might set you guys back)

I open my eyes and groan, reaping day I think I hope Lilly and Jake don't get picked.
I go to Lilly's room and shake her gently, I do the same to Jake.
I go down stairs and start makeing breakfast for them.
I don't have enough for me, so I finish making breakfast and put it on the table.
Lilly and Jake come down stairs, Jake notices that theres only two plates.
"Desmond, you can have half of mine" he offers. I shake my head "You need your energy to run around at school" I say.
Jake looks at me, hesitates, then eats his breakfast.
After they finish we walk to the square and go to our age groups.
There are five old victors in there seats, looking bored.
The girls go first and they call out someone, fortunatly, it wasn't Lilly.
The boys get called next, I cross my fingers, hoping the won't yell out Jake Aticon.
They call a name, I barely hear it but it didn't sound anything like Jakes name.
They call it again and this time I heard the name.
"Desmond Aticon"
I freeze, they called my name i think they called my name
I step up, hoping I don't look as scared as I feel.
I walk to the stage and shake the girls hand.
"district 9's tributes have been chosen" the person yells.
I can see Lilly crying and Jake holding back tears, how are they going to hold out without me.

(in my last post, there are only 2 old victors, sorry about that)

((OOC: Okay, my bad. Let's get this thing rollin!))

Zach waited in a smaller room it looked not unlike an office. He was supposed to wait for his loved ones. Regretfully, this was not so, as his parents weren't healthy enough to get out of their beds. He was however, greeted by a few friends.

"Zach... why'd they choose you?" one sobbed. He was a bit shorter and skinnier, he happened to be a kid Zach protected from a bully.

"I'm not sure, Jacob. Things just happen. Take care of my parents for me if you will, please?" Zach said in a softer tone that showed no hint of his previous sarcasm.
The fact that he was probably going to die actually hit him finally.

"No! You beat up bullies for us! You can beat them!" one shouted with tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry, but bullies and murderers are a different thing. I'd like to say that I'll be okay, but I don't want to lie and break a promise. You guys take care...." Zach wasn't tearing up, though his face appeared as if it were.

A few men came to drag them out of the room.

"Here! Take this!" one shoted, handing him a coin. "It's from your parents! A good luck charm!" with those final words, the others were dragged out of the room.

He looked down at the coin, and took the words to heart. It gave him a bit more confidence in his upcoming battle. Soon he'd be dragged to a train and forced to fight others to the death. But for now, just the train.

"Even gods fall..."

"Dammit!" Aislynn let out a yelp. They'd made it to the Capitol about five minutes ago, and that was when her stylists had gone to work. They had practically attacked her, she didn't know about the guy from her district, but she felt bad for him if it was anything like what she was dealing with. "Why does it matter if nobody's going to see there!?!" she hissed through clenched teeth and arched her back slightly. They'd removed all hair from her arms, hands, feet, back, legs, stomach, and torso, and were now working on her waist and hips area. Aislynn decided that losing the Games would hurt less, though she knew it wasn't true.

"Would you stay still?" her stylist Jex, a woman with spiked electric blue hair and long eyelashes with a matching color hissed. She had white scales tattooed around her shoulder, down one arm, across her torso that was showing under her tube top, and down one of her legs. The others weren't too normal either, but Jex stood out. She was the meanest. "Be a stylist, they said. You'll love your job, they said."

"Jex, stop whining," Trilloc grunted. He had skin that was literally the color black, as dark as Aislynn's hair. "Besides," he finished the job in one swift yank of the cloth covered in wax, "we're done. You can play with her now." Aislynn gulped at that. Her other stylist, Bina, squealed excitedly. She immediately began work on her toenails, deciding on a plain French manicure to start out with. Jex did the same on her fingernails, though far less gentle. Trilloc combed her hair and put it in a low ponytail, just to keep it out of her face. Jex did her eyebrows, upper lip, and the sides of her face, which was also painful.



Aislynn grumbled to herself as she walked to the direction her room was in. She passed by Kro on her way. "Look at that happy face!" he exclaimed, imitating the people of the Capitol. It made her smirk as she went into her room and closed the door behind her.

I sat in my luxurious Capitol room, alone, on my bed. The crowds were quickly done with me as soon as they gained interest. Like I really thought I could get them on my side. I'm a farmer from 10. The'll be rooting for a career with a dumb name and illegal weapons training... Someone with a rich family who will sponsor them... someone who's stylist can actually make them not a farm animal during the showcases... someone who's smarter than me... smaller... faster...

An alarm clock starts blaring right in my ear; a second later its embedded in the wall across the room, sparks flying from it. I buried my head in my hands. Did I really think I had a chance? How idiotic.

A door opens and my stylist walks in. She's a very short woman who's built like a stick. She's older, about 40, but moves like she's young: swift, energetic, humming as she walked. Her skin is dark brown and her head bald except for a thin black stubble upon her head. She had full red lips and a bright yellow and pink Summer dress on. Her dark skin was subtly highlighted by light blue tattoos that resembled veins travelling through her body.

She glances nervously at the wall, but seems to disregard it. "Rita, District 10 Male Tribute Stylist." She extends her hand and I shake it halfheartedly, not getting up.

"Stand up, boy, stand!" She pulls me off the bed and I stand, shoulders slumped. "I have a lot to work with," She comments. "What do you do in 10?"

"Farm," I answer sullenly.

"Mm-hmm," Rita said, knowing I'm holding back. "Obviously you carry the cows out of the barn every day to look like that. Why so depressed? You look as if you have a chance."

"Sure I do," I sigh. "I'll get killed the first day, Rita."

"Only if you keep up that attitude!" She slaps my cheeks playfully, on her tiptoes to do so. "Now, let's get to my room! I have a lot of planning in order to pull this off! I wouldn't want to mess up my first year on District 10!"

You're joking, you are joking. Did I just hear what I though I heard?

It can't be, it's just a nightmare. The next thing that happens is the stage turns into a portal and everybody turns into a corrupted worm-zombie, and then I go into the portal and my eyes are burned off, then I wakes up and hit my head against his mother's and get yelled at, not before passing out again and having a nightmare about being naked all day.

No, it was true. "Com Exburna" was called. Though it sounded more like "Come on burnable!" It was said so quickly and casually. Hey, maybe I could pass it off on somebody else, but then, some jerk from my school pushed me into the view. This was horrible, the cruelest joke ever. It's like pushing a person off a clift that fell into a toxic waste plant, and you have to live off moldy bread and kill things if you want to swim right out. Okay, something like that, I got a little carried away.

I looked around at everybody. Of the richer Districts, District 5 was the poorest of the rich without being common, and it wasn't very big. I laughde nervously as the hundreds of eyes looked at me. I laughed nervously, and started to move forward, my legs wobbily. Though, something got me so nervous, that I continued to laugh, even harder. I was as nervous as Tsuna at Sea, but I was laughing as if I saw that a Capitol person couldn't spell Assassination. I had no idea though, I probably looked mentally insane. Though when I walked onto the stage, I stopped. I looked up and closed my eyes and whispered to myself as fast as I could, the lyrics to Technologic.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, code it, jam - unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, Pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start - format it...

Oh damnit, WHAT COMES NEXT?!... Oh yeah.

Technologic... Technologic... Technologic... Technolog- "And here are our Tributes for District 5!"

As I shook the boy's hand, I couldn't help but notice the two children crying, a boy and a girl. Mykeisha looked for the parents, but she saw her own first. Her brown haired mother was weeping over her white haired father's shoulder. Her father was looking dirrectly at her. Though soon, I an the boy were escorted into the town hall for our final good byes.

I only got one, of course, from my parents. As soon as they entered the room, my mother instantly wrapped her arms around mine and started weeping on my shoulder. I sort of cried, but then I let her off me. I told her, using my hands of course, that if this were the last time I would see her, I would not want to see her crying. She nodded. Then of course, my dad hugging me and all that final talk and stuff, but I didn't really say anything with my mouth of course. I told them I would be fine, and at least this means none of my training had gone to waste. I also promised them that if I came back, the first thing I'd do is get try and get married. That appealed with them. With one final obvious wave jesture, we parted. As they left the room, I rose my hands in the air and shook them, the jesture meaning applaud.

(OOC NOTE - @FamishedPants - I'm really sorry, I'm making up all the NPCs in this! Would you like to make the mentor?)

The guards came back for me. They took me outside, where another pair of guards were holding my fellow tribute. They took us to the train, and forced us inside. I was in awe of what I saw. A beautifully decorated table, with polished silverware and more food than I had encountered in my life. A crystal chandelier, hanging above an enormous television set and black leather couch. There was a hallway, presumably leading down to the bedrooms we would be staying in for the night. I stared down the hallway, and got a fright when the spiky haired man appeared from down it. He was beaming, and I noticed his teeth were strangely white. He decided to introduce himself.

"Hello there tributes! I am Loganin Bashworth, it is an absolute PLEASE to meet you both!" he said in an annoyingly cheerful voice.

I guessed it was an invitation to introduce ourselves. I took a deep breath and pretended I was talking to my little brother.

"Mynameisjordynellis." I whispered.

"Sorry, darling, you're going to have to speak up." he said.

I knew it was useless, because I was a selective mute. In my case, only able to talk to people I know or trust. I was never really able to say more than a few words to anyone other than my family. I would just have to wing it.

"My name is Jordyn Ellis. I'm actually a selective mute, I don't really like talking to people." I said quite fast.

I sighed in relief. I had managed to say it. He looked at me as if I was a small animal with a broken limb.

"Oh, dear! I'm so sorry, you don't have to talk if you don't want to." he gushed.

He turned to the other tribute, the handsome one with the blonde hair.

"Well, then. How about you introduce yourself?" he asked him.

(OOC: Nah, it's fine. Go for it if you wish, I end up screwing NPC's up. :D)

With a push, Zach was forced into the train by the guards or "Peacemakers" as they're called. He was soon met up with by the other tribute, a fine looking girl. It really was a shame. Others'd probably say the same about him. He was a pretty good looking boy, he just never really took advantage of it.

When he observed the room, he instantly could tell that only those of District One ever really saw stuff as luxurious as the commodities in the train. A crystal chandalier among a huge television set. The comfy-looking black leather couch was a good addition to. Needless to say, it was aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

Down a hallway that appeared to lead to the restrooms and even bedrooms, a, no, THE spiky haired prick appeared as if on que.

"Hello there tributes! I am Loganin Bashworth, it is an absolute PLEASE to meet you both!" he said in an annoyingly cheerful voice.

Something about his voice really rustled Zach's jimmies. Normally, he wasn't agressive, but the tone of the man's voice made him want to punch the dude in the face, with his foot. If that even makes sense.

"Mynameisjordynellis." I whispered.

The girl mumbled, though it was inaudible.

"Sorry, darling, you're going to have to speak up." he said.

Zach still had the urge to punch the dude in the face, though it was slightly off-put by the girl.

"My name is Jordyn Ellis. I'm actually a selective mute, I don't really like talking to people." I said quite fast.

Great, the last person he'll probably ever talk to was a "Selective" mute. Guess it's just his luck. It's not like she can't talk, she WON'T talk. "Silence is golden," he figured after a minute.

"Well, then. How about you introduce yourself?" he asked him.

After apologizing and assuring her she didn't have to speak, the man turned to Zach and asked him to introduce himself.

"I happen to be Zachary Conway, good sir. I do hope we can maintain a fine relationship before the enevitable ending of my short life. Do you have any tea?" Zach mocked in an older english accent. He let it simmer before turning to a more serious and annoyed face.

"But seriously, let's just get this over with. I've got a life to lose."

Zach then dismissed the man, who didn't even know how to respond. He gave Jordyn a warm smile before relaxing himself onto the couch without another word and flipping on the television. At least he got to watch HDTV before he died.

We were directed to the hall, I have never been there so I was looking around until the peacekeepers led me to a room. I was wondering what the room was for and why me and the girl were in different rooms, when my brother and sister ran in. To tell you the truth, I was suprised, my sister ran rigt at me, tears streaming down her face, and hugged me tightly, my brother was a bit slower, probably because he was older than Lilly, but when he got close to me, tears welled in his eyes and he hugged me. As I hugged them, I noticed that I was crying too, I quickly wiped the tears and sat down, I needed to tell them how to survive. '' Jake, when you get back home, under my bed is a panel, slide it and a jar of maney will be there, it will last you and Lilly about two years, but you will only need it 'till I come back'' I added with a small smile ''I'll ask Kim to help you out so you might not need it at all''. Kim was one of my best friends, she came from a wealthy family and was always kind, especially to Jake and Lilly. Jake nodded, he already wiped the tears from his face, Lilly was still crying and hugging me. Thats when the peacekeeper came in and said ''times up''. Jake pulled something out of his pocket and gave it to me, it was a small figurine of me. I smiled, , the peacekeepers had to drag out Lilly, she was screaming while they dragged her out, i could still hear her screaming when the door was closed. Next, Kim, and my other best friend, Chad, came in. Chad was a year older than me and helped me hunt when I could, Kim was a year younger than me. They both gave me a hug, then let go. ''Kim, could you take care of Jake and Lilly until there old enough to hunt ?''I asked. ''sure'' she answered. ''don't talk like your gonna die'' Chad yelled ''your gonna win this, come home, and take care of Lilly and Jake yourself''. I smiled ''ok''. The peacekeeper came in and said ''time's up''. My friends gave me one last hug, and left. The peacekeeper came and got me, it was time to board the train. As we boarded, I saw my friends give me our special sign, putting our pinky, and our index finger up, and wiggle our thumb. I did the same back, lets see the capitol work that out. Then I saw Jake and Lilly, they were both crying, I stared at them. this may be the last time I see them I realise. Then we boarded the train.
(OOC: sorry if there are any mistakes, i'm sending this on my phone and it's a bit hard)

As we boarded the train, I took in one last sniff, a sniff of the grain, the oven, the seeds, the bread, the yeast, the beer, the oil, your typical smells of 9 you may smell in a day. That faint musty smell which was a mix of even fainter smells.

As soon as we boarded the train, Tenmaka Wytlius had told us to get confertable and get to know each other as she went to get the trainers. District 9's had two. Quite lucky, compared to Districts that are more naturally ready for battle like District 4, and of course, the rumours about some of the richer Districts secretly training, though for how long? Nobody can be sure.

I sat down on a chair and looked at my fellow tribute, Desmond. I rose my hands to tell him something, but I realized that he wouldn't understand me, or even know I was mute. I looked around the room, I listenned to the whirling sounds of things going passed us. Then I saw the television screen, and it's remote. I turned it on and pressed the Mute button. Maybe he'd get a clue, considering I haven't said a word yet.

I took in a long breath, faking a smile, i shook Com's hand. I nodded my head slightly and looked over at my brother and sister. I mouthed I will meet you to say goodbye. I looked at my partner and released my hand. The peacekeepers took us to the justice building to say our good byes.

When me and my fellow tribute got to the justice building I was flung into a small room alone. I began to have one of my occasional panic attacks when my brother Eli and my sister Leilany came in. Eli hugged me tight as Leilany sobbed and handed a small necklace to my brother. "Close your eyes. ". He said softly andsoothingly. I closed my eyes as he said and felt his hands putting something around my neck. "Open them. ". Slowly I opened my eyes and my hands went to my neck, where a chain with a Rosebud colored ring with out family crest etched in it was. I gave a faint smile"I'm going to die. ". Leilany stepped in between me and my brother. "Your not going pinky promise. ". only if that were true. I thoughtt to myself. As the peacekeepers came in and began taking them out I grabbed the bolth of them quickly and hugged him. Probably the last hug I will ever give them. "Let me go!.. We love you! ". Eli called out trying to fight back and come closer to me. "Love you too. Eli just take leilany home just listen.. Please for me. ". As they left I sat on the couch with tears streaming my face, i quickly wiped them away. I awaited for the peacekeepers to take me to the train. And sure enough I was there waiting for my partner Com to say his goodbyes and board the train. I know that I knew him from school but I only stood up for him once or twice. I paced back and forth scared at what was to come next.