The 234th Hunger Games: The Season Games







Hi, Xbilliex here (or you can call me Billie). I usually host Games on the Hunger Games wiki but I've decided to host my first Games on here while I wait for people to submit tributes into the Games I'm currently hosting on the Hunger Games wiki.

This isn't my first ever Games. I've done some before. Check them out on my user profile.

Rules

 * 1) Capitol and District 13 allowed.
 * 2) Links allowed.
 * 3) I will write this in the POVs of the tributes.
 * 4) Make your tributes detailed. Also notify me if they have a certain relationship with other tributes. This will make it easier for me to write their POVs.
 * 5) No Mary Sues. An example of a Mary Sue is below.
 * 6) NO EDITING OF THIS PAGE WHILE I'M GONE.
 * 7) You're allowed up to 3 tributes each.
 * 8) Reservations last up to 24 hours.

Example of Mary Sue type tribute

Name: Mary Sue 'The Hottest Girl in District 1' Rose

Age: 17

Gender: Female

District: 1

Strengths: Everything because I am the best

Weaknesses: None because I'm good at everything

Alliances
Tributes highlighted in bold are the leaders of an alliance. Tributes underlined are the co-leaders of their alliance. Tributes crossed out have died.

Careers
Peyton Smith (1), Calix Shadow (1), Aurora Bodis (2), Darius Asterin (2), Coral Seaside (4), Shark Island (4), Scarlet Scarface (6), Mindy Hills (12), Adam Hills (12), Flynn Nixton (13)

Loners
Jayson Huff (7), James Scooter (6), Luna Devogne (3), Erika Danyie (Capitol), Lilly Ganté (11), Paul Grasshopper (Capitol),

District 5, 7, 9 and 13 Alliance
Honeysickle Ash (5), Fawn Rose (7), Savannah Darnell (9), Nathan Scarface (9), Amber Burn (13)

District 10 and 11 Alliance
Drago Fire (10), Crimson Typhoon (11)

Rebels
Brian Anglim (8), Lavender Morton (10), Aroma Velonte (8), Nick Maclachlan (3)

Arena
The arena is large and split into four sections. In that section is a landscape that represents a season.

Summer: In the summer section is a big jungle. If you find your way out of the jungle, you are led to a warm, sunny beach. The beach is nice for when you to want to go for a swim or go and relax but tributes can easily find each other on the beach. The jungle is very dangerous as it contains poisonous berries that seem tempting and 7 different types of mutts.

If you decide to go the opposite way (instead of walking through the jungle to the beach), you end up at the Autumn section.

If you choose to swim, you can travel to any other section of your choice.

Autumn: Autumn's section consists of a forest. Fallen leaves cover the forest, giving tributes the advantage of camouflaging. This is the safest section, with hardly any dangers.

The forest leads to the Winter and Spring sections.

Winter: In this section, there are snowy mountains with caves. This is the most dangerous section as mutts occupy most of the caves and if you stay in this section without a heat source, tributes can die of pneumonia or hypothermia.

Spring: Spring is just a field of flowers. This is the second most dangerous section, despite it's simplicity, as tributes can find each other.

In the middle of the sections is the Cornucopia.

Surrounding the arena is water.

Arena Outfit
Coral black boots, black puft jacket with the number of the tributes' district on the back, black jeans, white shirt.

Twists

 * Tributes will be challenged in the arena, both physically and mentally. Some tributes will not survive this.
 * Tributes will be ranked on everything. These rankings may change, depending on what they do or how long they live.
 * There are two victors, one male and one female.

Rankings and Odds
These will be set after the training sessions. When a tribute dies, their name will be crossed off along with their ranking and odds.

Reapings
'''These will be written in the POV of Xander Rybak, the host of the Games. After the reapings, the POVs will be from the tributes.'''

Introduction/Before going live
40 years I've been doing this job. 40 years. I've grown tired of doing this job but I never say anything as President Maysall watches over us. If I express my fatigue from interviewing kids, most of which are about to die, and having to talk about every little event that happens in the arena out loud, President Maysall will have planned my execution before I can get away from The Capitol.

So I keep quiet. And express my disgust in my head instead. That way, I won't be losing my head.

I walk over to the desk, right in front of the studio's flashlights. Behind the desk were screens that shown children in each of the districts and The Capitol being escorted to the reapings. On the desk was a glass of water, some paper and a pen.

I sit down at the big leather chair that was also behind the desk and sip some of the water. I get a napkin out from my blazer and use it to wipe the water surrounding my mouth. I put the napkin on the table once I was finished with it, clear my throat and prepare to go live.

"Ready to go Xander?" asked one of the cameramen.

"Yes." I reply, resting my arms on the desk. I face the teleprompter, which had just been brought in and wait for the 'On Air' sign on the nearby wall to flash green. When it finally did flash green, I say what was on the teleprompter.

"Hello Panem! Welcome to the coverage of the reapings of the 234th Annual Hunger Games. I'm your host, Xander Rybak. In just a few moments, we will show the reaping of The Capitol."

The Capitol
The Capitol. Because President Maysall got bored and wanted more bloodshed, he forced District 13 and The Capitol to participate. I never fully understood why The Capitol had to participate so I always assumed it was down to Maysall's sadism.

It was sunny in The Capitol. Temperatures were quite high but on the televisions of Panem, the weather was glamorized that teeny bit more. The reaping stage looked shiny. Gleams of light were coming off the reaping bowls.

"Hello Capitol!" cheered Amara Kodal. Amara was originally from District 2. She became victor when she was just 15. But before she entered The Hunger Games, her father paid me to let her do a work experience session in the studio. Because she was really helpful during her work experience, I let her work here part-time. She worked here for around a year before volunteering for The Hunger Games in The Capitol. Now, she just reaps tributes.

"Before we reap one young man and woman to represent The Capitol for the 234th Hunger Games, I have a special video to show you." I'll admit it. Amara looked very pretty. She was wearing a red one-shoulder floor length dress, a red rose in her curly brown hair and matching red high heels.

But she was wrong about the video being special. It was just the same video with a dull voiceover provided by the President, going on about the history of Panem.

"For 2 centuries, we have been through numerous amounts of rebellions and The Hunger Games have been re-established on many occasions. But all of that changed when President Maysall became President."

Oh here comes the biased part.

"President Maysall made Panem a better place by making sure Panem's citizens upheld the traditions and rules that have made us a strong nation for years on end."

Lies, lies and more lies. I was finally relieved when the garbage filling my ears was over.

"Now, for the moment you've been waiting for. Time to pick The Capitol's representatives. I will pick the boy first." She walked over to the male reaping bowl and rummaged around the bowl until she picked up an small slip of paper.

"Paul Grasshopper."

I quickly found out who Paul Grasshopper was. He was a 16 year old with green hair. He stood astonished at first but after taking a deep breath, he made his way towards Amara.

"So you must be Paul. How do you feel right now, Paul?" asked Amara, putting the microphone in front of the boy's mouth. I now saw the boy's face in detail. He had a single pink highlight, which was at the front of his hair. He also wore what looked like library glasses. I'm guessing Paul is an intelligent boy.

"I'm quite surprised Amara but I will do this for my family." Paul implied in a confident manner.

"Very good. Glad to hear it." Amara didn't seem interested in what Paul had to say and quickly moved onto the female's reaping.

"Jacqu-."

"I VOLUNTEER!" shouted a pink-haired 18 year old. She boldly made her way onto the stage.

"And what is your name?" asked Amara. The girl snatched the microphone out of Amara's hands.

"My name is Erika Danyie. I volunteered because I need to win. To save my family. I can't afford to lose them."

Amara got her microphone back from Erika.

"Thanks for that, Erika. Well this is it folks. Here's your tributes, Erika Danyie and Paul Grasshopper."

I turned around to face the teleprompter once again.

"That was fast. Coming up next is the District 1 reaping. Stay tuned."

District 1
District 1's reaping was surprisingly short and sweet. Like always, the citizens were wearing extravagant dresses and tuxedos.

The district escort, David Morenston, picked out of the male reaping bowl first.

"Ca-"

"I VOLUNTEER."

A 16 year old who was very angry but determined at the same time walked to the stage while everyone else had been fighting. When David asked him how he felt, he could only apply in a now arrogant manner.

"First of all, my name's Calix Shadow. Second of all, I'm gonna win these Games for 2 people only. The rest of you can suck it!" He put his middle finger up at everyone.

And the girl reaped was Peyton Smith. She was more bubbly and much happier than Calix. Her dress was golden.

"I'm ok David. It's nice to know that people care." She smiled. All three of them walked into the Justice Building, concluding District 1's reaping.

District 2
Now it was time for the District 2 reaping. President Maysall was originally from District 2. He was also one of the district's victors. They always had an advantage in the Games. I've seen him send sponsors himself to 2's tributes, which was unfair because there were tributes from poorer districts that starved.

Everyone who tried to point out the unfairness of his actions were killed so, like I said before, I had to stay quiet.

"It's that time of year again District 2!" cheered Westley Flamingochest, the district's escort. He was a tall, young man with short neon green hair and violet eyes. He wore a suit that was sparkling. It was the same colour as his hair.

I liked District 1 and 2's reapings because they were short. The Peacekeepers hardly put on the video since the teenagers would be fighting to volunteer instead of watching the video.

"Let's just get on with this." Westley walked over to the male reaping bowl. Westley hadn't even picked up a slip yet and already the boys of the district were fighting. Westley continued to get a slip and read out the name on it.

"AJ Byrne."

One teenager resorted to using his boot to whack everyone who tried to get to the stage before him where as another pushed people out of the way. It was madness but those who remained in The Capitol enjoyed it.

It was just another event that was going to get ratings up.

Finally I found someone who I could watch out. He was an eighteen year old, who had stood at the back until now. Instead of hitting people and resorting to violence, he climbed under and over the barriers. Many tried to stop him but he was too swift and quick.

"I VOLUNTEER." shouted the 18 year old. He made his way up the stage, to the dismay of those who tried to stop him. The boy had raven black hair and grey eyes. He was a handsome chap. Some girls swooned over him.

"What's your name?" asked Westley.

"Darius Asterin, sir." replied Darius. It turned out that Darius had some manners. Maybe he was covering up some brutality? I don't know. I can't really judge the tributes yet.

"Well you're courageous for volunteering, Darius." Westley complimented him before walking over to the female reaping bowl.

That was when I saw something that has never happened before in the history of the reapings.

''None of the girls were brawling. They just stood there, lifeless. It was like they had been turned into statues.''

"No catfights then? Okay." Westley rummaged around the reaping bowl and picked one out.

"Aurora Bodis."

An angry 16 year old was taken up the stage by Peacekeepers. She was cussing along the way.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE NOBODY F***ING VOLUNTEERED FOR ME!"

The Peacekeepers plonked her on the stage before returning back to the head Peacekeeper.

"Well there you have it District 2. Here are your tributes, Darius Asterin and Aurora Bodis." Aurora refused to get off the stage so another pair of Peacekeepers had to take her inside the Justice Building. Everyone could still hear her cussing so the coverage was turned off. Luckily, the emblem of Panem was now on the screen.

"Rare events happening in District 2 there. Coming up next is District 3. Stay tuned folks."

District 3
I took a quick break while advertisements were being shown. I didn't do much, just walked around the studio. The cameramen were talking amongst each other. I don't know what they were talking about but it's not any of my business.

Some of the other crew were walking in and out of the studio.

Getting bored of walking around, I sit back at the desk, take another sip of water and drew on the paper in front of me before it was time to go back on air.

"Guys get ready. The sign will flash green soon." said one of the cameramen to the others. They finish talking and go back to their equipment. Once again, I was looking at the teleprompter. The On Air sign flashed green again, allowing me to speak.

"Hello Panem. Welcome back to the reapings coverage. I'm your host, Xander Rybak. Let's prepare for the next reaping, shall we?". The screens behind me changed from the emblem to the District 3 reaping. The video had just finished playing. The district escort was Marianna Yoana.

"Wasn't that just great?" Marianna asked the District 3 children. None of them replied to Marianna's question, much to her dismay.

Marianna wore a short, dark blue cocktail dress. She didn't wear any accessories and her red hair was tied up in a bun.

"Come on guys, you're gonna have to be more enthusiastic." She implied, folding her arms. All of a sudden, this turned into an argument.

"We'll be more enthusiastic when your dress falls down." said one of the males from the crowd of citizens. Everyone in between those barriers laughed loudly in unison.

"How about you volunteer for the unfortunate male that gets picked?" asked Marianna to the person who spoke. The cameras got a close up of the person.

"No thanks." He replied, shaking his head.

"Then shut up." Marianna told the boy before continuing with the reaping. Some of the males surrounding the boy elbowed him playfully. One boy even ruffled up his hair. I guess that if they attended school, they must have been the class clowns.

"First, the boy."

Like the other reapings I've seen, Marianna walks over to the male reaping bowl and rummages around the bowl. I sometimes wondered why the escorts didn't pick a slip on the spot. It would have saved more time but then again, the escorts liked to make the district citizens anticipate.

"Nick Maclachlan."

A boy from the 14 year olds barrier walked up onto the stage. He had dark skin and short black hair.

"How do you feel Nick?" asked Marianna.

"I'm not really sure Marianna." replied Nick. He also had very dark eyes.

"Okay, nice to meet you Nick. And now for the girls." Once again, a district escort cuts off a reaped tribute to move onto the female reaping.

"Luna Devogne."

An 18 year old with either blonde or yellow hair made her way onto the stage. She looked rather sad. Maybe it was because no one volunteered for her.

"District 3, here are your tributes."

Once again the Panem emblem came back on the screens. I was starting to think that these reapings were getting a little repetitive and boring. But sadly, I had to sit here for many more hours to cover the other district's reapings.

I was also close to thinking about resigning from hosting the Games. After these Games have finished of course.

District 4
District 4's reaping was similar to District 1's reaping. Everyone had dressed up in either dapper tuxedos or beautiful dresses. In District 4 tradition, the district escort, Alamad, looked smart in a dark blue suit.

"Shark Island." He called out. A 15 year old who wore a black suit and white tie walked up to the stage.

"And now for the girls."

"Kaitlyn Armistice."

Like District 1, most of the girls were fighting. But a blonde haired girl, who looked distressed, immediately volunteered before anyone else.

"What's your name?" Alamad asked the girl as she made her way up the stage.

"Coral Seaside." The girl replied. Coral and Shark hugged each other, suggesting they knew each other. And then I found out that they were in love when Shark wrapped his arm around Coral's waist.

District 5
District 5 was another short affair. Most of the citizens looked like they had filthy faces. It was probably down to the power plants. I don't even know.

"Electrik Sparks." called out Tabitha Whitehouse, the district escort. A boy with a streak of light blue hair joined Tabitha. He didn't say anything. Maybe being quiet is the new deadly?

Tabitha walked over to the female reaping bowl. She picked up the first slip she could grab rather than having a rummage around the bowl.

"Honeysickle Ash."

A red haired girl who had a front braid came on shortly afterwards. It was nice that these reapings didn't actually bother to show the video because that just made it longer. I think the video is a waste of time but Maysall is more or likely going to get angry.

But then again? Who cares about President Maysall? I don't.

District 6
District 6 was another boring reaping. The only exciting thing that happened was that the brave 18 and 17 year olds jumped out of a nearby train that goes past the district square. That was cool.

"James Scooter."

A boy who had been standing in the 16 year olds barrier made his way. He was tall for his age. I guess he was around 5'9/5'10. Possibly even 5'11.

"Scarlet Scarface."

A sullen girl stormed on stage. She was frowning. I think she had the right mindset for the Games before they've even begun.

District 7
District 7's reaping was slightly more longer because the long-serving mayor of District 7 had died yesterday. He must have done his district proud because nearly every citizen of District 7 was wearing black clothing. Only a few wore clothing of different colours. I think they must have been the district's jokers.

After a minute of silence for the mayor was over, the reaping began. The district escort, Tunisia Vamelount, reaped the boy first.

"Jayson Huff."

A boy who was in the 17 year olds barrier walked out. He had scars on his face. I think he must have been attacked by a wild animal sometime in his life.

"Fawn Rose." Tunisia called out. I thought Fawn was going to be around 15/16 but it turned out that she was a 12 year old. It was always heartbreaking to see a 12 year old get reaped but some 12 year olds have even won in the past. Amara was one of them.

Fawn, who was crying, walked onto the stage slowly.

These Games are gonna be tough.

District 8
District 8's reaping was different. It was...mysterious. The last time I saw District 8, it was just factories and tenements. Now, every building was covered in barbed wire and Peacekeepers were on every part of the district with big, vicious guard dogs.

The citizens had been forced to attend the reaping by having Peacekeepers point guns at their heads. All of the citizens looked sad and upset.

"Hello, urm District 8." said Janad, the district escort. He looked wary and scared of the Peacekeepers as the Peacekeepers of District 8 were muscular and strong. Janad was a skinny thing who looked like he hasn't had a decent meal in a while, despite the fact that he was from The Capitol.

Hardly anyone in the district spoke.

"Let's show the video, shall we?" Janad was extremely nervous. Maybe it was because he didn't have much experience or those guard dogs were giving him evil eyes.

It came to me why District 8 was so scary looking. District 8 was the most rebellious district in Panem. Most rebellions started there. And as we all know President Maysall is a sadistic c*nt, he treated them the worst.

After the video was finished, time had once again come to pick the male representative.

"Aus-"

"WAIT A MINUTE!" A middle aged woman, who was too old to obviously volunteer for the boy, attempted to run up to the stage but Peacekeepers barricaded her. Her clothes were torn and filthy. Her hair had been tied up in a bun. The cameramen at the reaping zoomed in on the woman's face. I think she was about to make a speech.

"Panem, are you listening to me? Good. I'm currently living in poverty because of President Maysall. My family have to starve. Look at us! Look at us! And then they make life worse for us by sending our children and youth into unnecessary slaughter. WE NEED TO TAKE ACTION AGAINST UNLAWFUL MURDER!"

"Ok that's enough." said one of the Peacekeepers. He let go of the woman. She tried to escape but the other Peacekeeper grabbed her. The Peacekeeper who wasn't holding the woman pointed a gun at the woman and shot her. The white uniforms they were wearing had now been blood splattered. Her brain matter fell onto the floor.

Everyone went berzerk. Peacekeepers started shooting at them. It had turned into a chaotic massacre.

"Back to the reaping. Austin Ford." Janad called out.

"I VOLUNTEER." shouted a 13 year old. He ran up the stage.

"My name's Brian Anglim." Brian quickly introduced himself before Janad could hand him the microphone.

"Now for the girls. Aroma Velonte."

A 15 year old made her way onto the stage boldly. She looked arrogant.

"Here you go District 8."

And that was the end of a strange reaping.

District 9
I didn't like long reapings anymore after witnessing the events in District 8. Fortunately, I could sense that the last few reapings were going to be short.

"Let's pick out the female first." announced Rosalie, District 9's escort. As a typical escort, she rummaged around the bowl and made the District 9 crowd wait to see who was the unfortunate one picked.

"Savannah Darnell."

The girl picked came out from the 12 year olds barrier but she looked like she was 8 or 9. A girl who was in the back with the people either too old to participate in the Games now or the little kids who would have to attend the reaping when they're older cried and shouted at Savannah being reaped.

"SAVANNAH YOU CAN'T GO! YOU CAN'T DIE!"

Savannah turned around to face the girl. The cameras zoomed in on her face. She was shedding a lot of tears.

"I promise I'm coming back!" Savannah replied. I then figured out that the little girl crying was Savannah's younger sister.

"And now for the boys." Like most of the escorts I've observed from the studio, she moved onto the male reaping afterwards. Rosalie did the same thing again, rummaging around the bowl until she found a random slip and picked it out.

"Nathan Scarface." Rosalie read out once she opened the slip. An 18 year old walked onto the stage. He didn't speak.

Another reaping out of the way.

District 10
"Welcome to the District 10 reaping for the 234th Hunger Games, y'all!" Here was District 10's 22 year old escort, J-Dog. He was famous for being annoyingly creepy and urban like. He was an outcast, being rejected by his native Capitol. His accent made my skin crawl.

"I ain't gonna bother wid the video coz I just wanna get this over and done wiv." Most of the citizens had their faces in their hands. Nobody liked J-Dog. Only people with pea-sized brains actually cared for him.

"Right, time for da shawty." He walked over to the female, not shawty, reaping bowl. At least he picked the first slip he had hold of instead of wasting time rummaging around.

"And da shawty picked iz Lavender Morton."

A 16 year old arrived on stage. She was quite shy but irritated at J-Dog for calling her a shawty. I think if I was her, I would be irritated too.

"And now for da lad." He walked over to the male reaping bowl and once again, picked up the first slip he had hold of.

"Fa-"

"I volunteer." said Drago Fire, calmly. Unlike most of the tributes who were either reaped or volunteered, I recognised him. He was known for killing people by setting their houses on fire. How I knew? I travel to the different districts when I'm bored.

Before I could hear J-Dog's annoying accent again, I made the crew switch it to the next reaping, District 11.

District 11
Well the only thing I was looking forward to now was the moment when I could walk out of this studio, go home and sleep in my nice, warm bed.

But before that I had 3 more reapings to get through. District 11 was the first out of the three.

"Let's just get this over and done with, shall we?" asked Helena, the district escort. I got tired and bored of these reapings so I didn't even care whether she either rummaged around the bowl for a slip or picked up the first one in the freaking bowl.

"Lilly Ganté."

I didn't even care anymore about what age barrier they came from. Her family was crying at the back but she looked pretty calm and focused.

"The boy is Connor."

"I VOLUNTEER." shouted a blonde kid.

"What's your name?" Helena asked the kid.

"Crimson Typhoon." The kid replied.

I don't even care anymore. I've decided that I can't take this job anymore.

District 12
Just 2 more to go. I'm glad that most of the reapings have been short because I can't sit in the studio any longer. I NEED TO GO HOME.

"I think we should make this short." said the district escort. He was the only escort whose name I didn't know. He was probably a replacement for the old one.

"Ok first, the girls." He picked up a slip of paper from the female reaping bowl.

"Fa-"

"I VOLUNTEER." Once again, a kid volunteered. But the kid who volunteered turned out to be an arrogant, vicious kid.

"Name's Mindy. Mindy Hills." The kid spoke before the escort asked for her name.

"And now for the boys."

"I VOLUNTEER TOO." shouted a blondie from the 18 year old section.

"I'm Adam. Adam Hills." He introduced himself. He was as smug and ruthless as his...sister.

"Ah, siblings I see."

So it ended with the siblings walking into the Justice Building. There you go.

District 13
The District 13 reaping took place in their famous underground base.

"Amber Burn." called out Samantha, the district escort. A redheaded girl who had been in the 13 year old's section silently made her way onto the stage.

"And now for the boys."

"Flynn Nixton."

And before I could see what the boy looked like, the screen switched over to the Panem emblem again.

Going off air
FINALLY. After 4 hours of sitting in this now sweaty leather chair, I could finally go home. The On Air sign flashed red, meaning that the programme was done.

I checked a clock on a nearby wall. I started this at 11:00am and it was now 3:00pm.

"You hardly spoke throughout the programme Xander." remarked one of the cameramen. I had prepared an answer in my head to his remark.

"It's a sign." I say.

"A sign of what?" Another cameraman asked.

"A sign that after these Games, I'm quitting this." I reply before walking out.

I've been doing this for far too long.

Coral Seaside, District 4
I was standing in a nearby alleyway so I could get away from the bustle of tributes from other districts and pushy stylists. My dress was pretty cute. It was baby blue and floor-length with blue and sapphire beads. I also had a tiara and trident to go with the dress but my stylist had those.

I jumped when I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

"It's only me." It was Shark, my district partner and the only person I loved since my parents had disappeared.

"Shark, you scared me." I say. He looked extremely handsome. Our outfits matched. He also had a crown and trident to go with his outfit so it looked like we were King and Queen of the waves.

All of a sudden, he wrapped me in a cute embrace and kissed me tenderly. It was guaranteed that if we kissed in front of the other tributes, someone would complain. But the main reason why I decided to come to this alleyway was because I didn't like crowded rooms.

"I love you Coral." He pressed his forehead against mine. I don't think I'd be sane if I didn't have Shark. I think I would have gone crazy the day I discovered my parents had disappeared and left me.

"I love you too." I reply. We kissed again before we were interrupted. I jumped again. Everyone keeps scaring me.

"Hey lovebirds, it's nearly time for the parade and I need to finish your outfits off." It was mine and Shark's stylist, Embry. At least it wasn't another tribute or another Career tribute. Me and Shark were going to join the Career alliance but once they turn on each other, me and Shark will leave them.

I allowed Shark to curl his arm around my waist, like he did at the reaping. Some of the others stared at us, maybe because we were the only couple in the Games but who cares about the others? Not us.

"Right. Coral here's your tiara and trident." Embry placed a blue beaded tiara on my head and gave me a seathrough trident.

Shark helped me up onto the chariot. I sat down and rested my head on his shoulder.

As long as I had Shark, everything was going to be OK.

Adam Hills, District 12
"Euughh, these outfits make me sick." complained my sister, Mindy. I actually disagreed with her for once. She looked nice compared to me. At least she didn't have to wear smothered ash on her face.

"You look fine." I say to her. She ignored my compliment and started bitching again.

"No I don't. I look hideous. This dress makes me look fat. Ugh, I want to kill that horrible stylist."

But what happened next was just priceless. Our stylist, Lada, had just come back from talking to another stylist when she heard Mindy's remark.

"You..ungrateful brat!"

Mindy looked quite surprised. I don't know why she was surprised because she's been called ungrateful many times before. I think she was surprised because she was called ungrateful by someone who wasn't from District 12.

"What did you just call me?!" asked Mindy angrily.

"Ungrateful." replied Lada. They paused for a moment and then Mindy attacked Lada.

"SOMEONE GET THE PEACEKEEPERS!" shouted a stylist near the District 5 and 6 chariots. Unfortunately for Mindy, some Peacekeepers had been standing outside the chariot room when they heard the commotion. I tried to restrain Mindy but she was having none of it.

Peacekeepers stopped the fight eventually. Mindy was told off for trying to attack Lada and Lada walked away in tears.

All eyes were on us now.

Savannah Darnell, District 9
I knew something was going on with the District 8 pair. They got scared when the Peacekeepers came in to restrain vicious Mindy from 12.

"You ok?" asked Nathan, my district partner.

"A little bit. Still miss home though." I reply. My mind flashed back to the reaping, when I left behind my little sister May and my parents. Seeing them crying broke my heart but it made me more determined to win.

"At the reaping, was that your little sister that was shouting?" Nathan asked.

"Yes." I reply. We didn't speak for a while after that. But I did finally speak when I wondered if Nathan had any siblings.

"Do you have any siblings?" I ask. He looked depressed once I asked that.

"Yeah. I have a sister and a half sister. My sister hates me so I've always been more attached to my half-sister." He replied.

And then it hit me.

Me and Nathan had to watch the reapings of the other districts during our train ride to The Capitol. He sighed when the female, Scarlet Scarface, was picked.

Scarlet Scarface must be Nathan's biological sister.

I didn't ask him because I already figured out the answer. But there was only one question that remained in my mind:

Why is Nathan's sister the District 6 representative?

Brian Anglim, District 8
I'm still in shock. Mine and Aroma's mentor, Joslyn, gave us guns. Pistols to be exact. She wanted us to kickstart a rebellion. It was apparently a rebellion that would scare The Capitol and remind them of what they did 30 years ago, which saw the deadliest rebellion in Panem's history. Over 1.4 million citizens nationwide died. Most of the casualties were from District 8 as District 8 was the district that started off the rebellion.

But why would Joslyn want another rebellion to happen? She could get killed for this.

Right now, Joslyn had disappeared. She left just me and Aroma in the chariot. Our stylist was also nowhere to be found.

"What did Joslyn want us to do with these? I forgot." Aroma asked me. My mind was blank but then I remembered what she said.

"I want one of you to shoot the President while the other shoots the roof of the mansion. Do it before he starts rambling on with his speech."

I couldn't do this. I had a family back home. If I went through with this, my life would already be over.

"She wanted one of us to shoot the President while the other shoots at the roof of the mansion." I whispered in Aroma's velonte.

"Oh. I'll take care of the President while you shoot the roof. It'll save you the extra beatings." Aroma whispered back. I couldn't believe she was actually willing to go ahead with this. But then I remembered that this was Aroma Velonte. This girl dedicated her life to making other people's hell.

My family could also die for this. Aroma's too. But then the punishment may not be too harsh so I'll do it.

"Ok, it's time to go." said one of the stylists. The Capitol's chariot was in front. They went outside first. Then District 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7's chariots followed. Our chariot went next. As soon as we went outside, we were met by an array of different colours. It was actually the citizens, dressed flamboyantly.

Aroma raised her gun quickly. Everyone saw. Most of the citizens were running like berzerk chickens already. The tributes in front and behind us were in shock.

"3...2...1, go!" shouted Aroma. She fired many shots at the President but Peacekeepers stood in the way of the President. She killed them...

Raising my gun slowly, I fired shots at the roof of the mansion.

"GET THEM!" I heard the President shout. Peacekeepers climbed their way down from the President's balcony and ran towards our chariot.

"LET'S GO!" shouted Aroma to me. She rolled out of the moving chariot. I done the same. We raced up the pathway and darted past the last few chariots.

What I'm doing is wrong.

"I'm sorry Aroma, I'm going to turn myself in." I say to her, walking towards the Peacekeepers. They gripped me tightly and took me towards the mansion.

I shouldn't have done this.

Summary of the Chariot Parade (for those who get confused)
The mentor of the District 8 tributes gave them a gun each. One of the tributes had to shoot at the President while the other shoots at the arena roof. This would suggest to the President that District 8 are fighting back and are attempting another rebellion. Unfortunately this plan backfired and the two tributes had to pay the price...by severe beatings.

Shark Island, District 4
"You ok?" I ask Coral. She looked pale and ill. She had been like this since last night but now, she looked worse.

"Not really. Maybe some of the food I had yesterday was dodgy." She replied. We made our way into the training center. Coral runs all the way to the nearby bathroom. I could hear her throwing up.

Nearly everyone was here. Peacekeepers came in, carrying the tributes from 8. They were badly beaten up. Bruises covered them.

The Peacekeepers threw Aroma and Brian onto the ground.

"Thanks a lot for making my pain worse." Aroma remarked to the Peacekeeper that threw her.

"You'd better keep quiet missy. You've already caused enough trouble not only for the President, but for your district too." The Peacekeeper replied before walking out. At the same time, Coral came back from the bathroom. There was hardly any vomit on her so I guess she must have cleaned herself up.

"Do you feel better?" I ask, hugging her.

"Yeah." She replies. I hug her tightly. I also kissed her on the forehead before going to where the other tributes were standing. I stood behind the District 2 tributes, who had been talking to each other. They turned around when I stood behind them.

"You and her joining the Careers?" Aurora asked me. I got a little annoyed that called Coral 'her' but I didn't say anything because I had to be careful.

"Yes." I reply simply. I glanced at Coral, who glanced back at me. I smiled at her. She was going to train while I initiated the first part of the plan.

Suddenly, a young woman, who was dressed just in black clothing, walked into the center from one of the side doors. She had crimson red hair.

"Hello tributes. My name is Irina and I will be your trainer."

Peyton Smith, District 1
"Things are going to work out a lot differently this year. As you may have noticed, you can see a leaderboard." Everyone rushed over towards the leaderboard, which was next to the archery station. All 28 names were on the board but we were all below a red line.

"Here's how the leaderboard works. Currently, you are all below the red line because your training hasn't started yet. The red line is not where you want to be. If you are below the red line by the end of day 2 of training, you get low odds and less sponsors than someone who is above the red line."

"Wait, do we have training for 2 days?" asked Scarlet.

"Yes. Today's training is all physical. Tomorrow's training is mental." Irina replied.

"But what's the point in all of this?" The boy from 3 asked Irina.

"Challenge is the theme for this year's Hunger Games. The leaderboard helps us to find out who is the strongest and who is the weakest out of you lot."

"What about our training scores and private training sessions?" asked someone from the other side of the center. I didn't know who it was because I couldn't see them.

"You'll still get those. But how well you do in the private training sessions determines your ranking in the leaderboard. And your ranking on the leaderboard determines your odds and how many sponsors you get." Irina replied.

"Does anyone else know about the leaderboard system?" another tribute asked.

"Only me, the President and the Gamemakers. We still keep the training scores because we don't want The Capitol to know about the leaderboard system. If they found out about it, they'll whine and complain." I could see the two Capitol tributes frowning.

I made a mental note of how the leaderboard system worked in my head: I get two chances to place above the red line. If I am ranked where the red line was at the end of day 1, I still have day 2 to improve and rank higher. If I'm still below the red line at the end of day 2, I get low odds and sponsors. Whatever I do in private training controls my ranking.

"You may get on with your training." Irina dismissed us. I rush over towards the swords section. I get there before any other tribute. In the section, two dummies had already been placed in front and at the back of me.

I pick up a sword that had been on the rack next to the dummy in front of me, asked Irina for a stopwatch to time myself and began slashing the dummies. I had seen many tributes before me slash dummies very quickly so I wanted to beat their recorded times.

It was surprisingly easy to slash the dummies. I beheaded both dummies like the flick of a paintbrush.

When the dummies had been damaged to the point that they couldn't be repaired, I stopped the stopwatch.

"1 minute, 29 seconds."

I was sure that I had gained a new record. After carving a P in both dummies, I wait to hear what the District 2 tributes, who were walking over to me, had to say.

"Impressive." said Darius. His eyes were very intriguing. I'm sure he'd do well in the Games.

"Thanks." I was wondering why they actually came over to me.

"We just wanted to ask you if you wanted to lead the Careers this year." Aurora asked me. I didn't know what to say at first but then I realised that the alliance did need a leader so I said..

"Sure." I replied.

Paul Grasshopper, The Capitol
Despite the fact that I would be using my knowledge in the Games since I have no experience in combat, I decided to participate in something that wouldn't increase my knowledge but my stamina and endurance instead.

So I had been practicing my stamina and endurance at the climbing bars. Scarlet from District 6 and Luna from District 3 had been standing around the station, observing me. Scarlet looked annoyed because I had been at the station for some time. Luna looked more relaxed, watching me.

"Hurry up already!" shouted Scarlet.

"I'm trying to practice Scarlet." I told her. I was trying to get to the next part of the climbing bars but I was struggling.

"Oh come on. You've been there for like 15 minutes. Let someone else have a go!" Scarlet shouted again.

"Leave him alone Scarlet."

"When he gets off, I'll leave him alone."

It wasn't like me to go far to annoy people but Scarlet was mean. She deserved to be annoyed. So I challenged myself to hang from the bars for as long as possible before she would try and attack.

I managed to hang from the bars for 3 minutes when Scarlet shook the climbing bars violently. I fell off and hit the mat with a thud.

"What's going on here?" asked Irina. She noticed the drama with me and Scarlet. Luna left for another station.

"She shook the bars so that I would fall off." I replied to Irina. Irina took Scarlet aside, probably to talk to her.

I realised that if I wanted to survive these Hunger Games, I would have to play dirty. But I would play dirty in a smart way.

Lavender Morton, District 10
I had been observing the girls from 5, 7, 9 and 13 from a bench. They were only in between the ages of 12 and 13, which I found a little cute.

And then I noticed the District 8 tributes talking near the spear throwing section. Honestly, District 10 didn't like the President as much as District 8 but we continued rebellions instead of starting them. I would love to help in their rebellion.

So I walked over to the pair.

"What do you want?" asked Aroma, very sternly.

"I'd like to help you in your rebellion." I reply. Brian acted quickly.

"We scrapped our plans. Sorry." said Brian but Aroma hit him over the head. I assumed that Brian was lying.

"Ok, I think we could do with another person in our rebellion. All you have to do is small, rebellious acts every now and then. So like for example, in private training, refuse to do anything. We're going to garner as much attention for this rebellion as possible." Aroma explained. "Can you do that?".

"Yes." I replied.

"IT'S TIME FOR YOUR PRIVATE TRAINING. EVERYBODY LINE UP!" Irina shouted. I kept Aroma's explanation in my head when I went to line up.

"IN DISTRICT ORDER!" She shouted again. I moved to stand behind my district partner, Drago. Behind me was the girl from 11, Lilly. We walked into the waiting room and sat down on the bench in our order.

Time to rebel.

Darius Asterin, District 2
I must have been standing in line for about half an hour when Calix came out of the private training room. Everyone behind me either looked nervous, confident or scared. I didn't feel either of those. I felt like this was something I just had to get done.

"Darius Asterin, District 2." The speaker on the wall called out. Not looking behind me, I walked straight into the private training room.

It was large and obviously full of weapons. The Gamemakers were wining and dining on the balcony, except for the Head Gamemaker. He was watching the tributes.

"Darius Asterin, District 2." I introduced myself before deciding what weapon to choose. I had to pick my best weapon but I was good with the battleaxes and the swords.

Eventually I went with the battleaxes. I picked one up from the rack and waited for the Head Gamemaker to tell me whether I was going to have a trainer to practice with or a simulation.

"Run the battleaxes simulation." He called out. Out of nowhere, an interactive simulation appeared. I gripped my battleaxe tightly. Shortly afterwards, a pixelated opponent with a trident ran at me. I slid under the opponent's legs and amputated them with the axe. The pixelated opponent faded.

Things got more quicker. More opponents came at me and I slashed them with the axe.

My ten minutes was up. It didn't seem like ten minutes but I guess the saying is true: 'Time flies by when you're having fun.'

To be honest, I did have fun.

"Thank you Darius. You'll go far." said the Head Gamemaker, carrying a glass of wine.

"It's ok." I said in response to his comment. I put the battleaxe back and left the room on a positive note.

Honeysickle Ash, District 5
I was incredibly nervous. I was the first in my alliance to go for my private training session. I didn't have a specific weapon that I was good at so I was scared as to what I was going to do. I couldn't refuse to do anything because the Gamemakers would class it as an act of rebellion.

I was going to have to do something. I guess I'll decide when I get in the room.

I turned around to find that Fawn was smiling at me. I smiled back before facing the private training room door. Coral had come out of the room, looking ill.

"Honeysickle Ash, District 5." The speaker called out. I took a deep breath and entered the room. There were racks of weapons and the Gamemakers were having the time of their lives up above on that balcony.

"Honeysickle Ash, District 5."

Once I told the ignorant Gamemakers who I was, I started browsing for a weapon. There were so many to choose from. I didn't know what to do until something interested.

There were two climbing towers. A rope went in between the towers. This was perfect because I was about to do something that no other tribute ever really thought about doing for the session. I climbed up the tower to my left, hung onto the rope and began doing some...gymnastics.

I swung my legs up and down. I continued swinging my legs and started doing loop de loops. Confidence built up inside me and I eventually loop de looped on the whole rope. The Gamemakers stood up when they saw what I was doing. I guess they were impressed with me.

"No one's ever thought of gymnastics before." said one of the Gamemakers. It's awesome when you have good hearing.

"It's not exactly training. All she's doing is improving her flexibility." said another Gamemaker.

"That's where you're wrong Lancedon. Flexibility is an advantage." said yet another Gamemaker. I was getting dizzy by this point so I prepared for the ending act.

"And for the grand finale." I say to the Gamemakers, who were more than intrigued with my act. Knowing that I could hurt myself, I let go of the rope. I hit the mat with a thud. Luckily, there was no serious damage but I did acquire some stinging bruises.

To prove to the Gamemakers that I was okay, I stood up. Every one of them clapped.

"Thank you for watching me." I say to them before leaving the room. Fawn, Amber and Savannah gasped when they saw my bruises but I reassured them and told them that I was okay.

But ofcourse, Scarlet laughed.

Jayson Huff, District 7
''"Come on Jayson, you can do this." ''My mind told me. When I was six, I killed a bear so if I can kill a bear, I was going to do well in my private training.

Like everyone else, I waited in line. The District 6 boy, James, came out of the room looking distraught. I guess his session went badly. Oh well, it's not my problem. I have to focus on my own training and aim for the top.

"Jayson Huff, District 7." The speaker called out. I entered the room confidently.

Like usual, the Gamemakers were having a banquet a few feet above me. The Head Gamemaker looked quite tired and bored.

"Jayson Huff, District 7." I introduced myself before heading straight for the axes. The axes had been placed in a metal box.

"You have 10 minutes to show off your skills." said the Head Gamemaker unenthusiastically. I walked over to some dummies and began slashing them with the axe I chose. This was pretty easy, a breeze for me. But the Gamemakers didn't look impressed.

"I'm going to try something different." I say. There was a box full of stuff next to the axes. I rummaged around the box and found a blindfold. That caught the attention of the Gamemakers.

"Is he actually going to attempt this?".

"He could hurt somebody."

"Let's see how he does."

I wrapped the blindfold tightly around my eyes and walked to where I thought the dummies were. I actually waved my axe in the air at first but then I found the dummies.

I also slashed something that felt different to a dummy.

Uh oh...

I dropped my axe on the floor and took the blindfold off. That was not a dummy I slashed then.

It was a Peacekeeper.

The Peacekeeper was lifeless and dead. Blood poured out of his chest and stained the floor of the room. There was also blood coming out of his open mouth.

"That's enough. Take him out of the room." ordered the Head Gamemaker. Two Peacekeepers came and took me. I looked down on my training clothes to see that they were blood spattered.

How did I not hear myself impale him?

Leaderboard after Day 1 of training
THOSE WHO RANKED ABOVE THE RED LINE THOSE WHO RANKED BELOW THE RED LINE