OCC: this is going to be the 75th hunger games, Three tributes from each District are going to be in it for the quell. The quell for the 50th games was having only victors take part in the reaping. All of the original characters in the 74th hunger games will be in this one, and customs will be made for the other twenty four. Some events will remain the same as in the book, while other events could be changed. For example: Katniss and Peeta could be the very first people to die in this story from the massive amount of players.

District Twelve was as gloomy as it had ever been. Massive amounts of groups filed with poor citizens had occupied the dirty city streets as usual. If one even had one sign of being rich or middle class, one would beg to the point of bowing in order to get something to eat, now that's saying something. Ken had been walking about through the dusty city streets as he looked for something to do, but not a thing had came to mind during the time. In some parts of the town, you would notice some children crying hysterically, being protected through hugs powered by love that had came from their parents.

"Oh, no wonder they're crying. The Reaping is going to come any day now." he said to himself as he scanned the horizon. Yes, the Reaping was what hunted all of the families that had clustered this place. For Districts One, Two, Three, and Four, the Hunger Games are the best way to show ones strength by pulverizing and annihilating anyone that threatens your existence in this world. Out of the Twelve Districts, a male and a female from ages twelve to eighteen are drawn in order to participate in these Games. The only exception of this is if it is a Quarter Quell, in which special things are changed about the Games in order to enhance the entertainment for the Capitol; the people who rule over Panem, the country replacing North America.

"I think I may have thirty names in for the drawing...if I get picked, I'll just have to make the best of it..." said the fourteen year old as he released a small sigh into the atmosphere before he continued his small journey around the city streets. Ken didn't have much of a family that would worry about him if he did get Reaped, only his father and sister. His mother had died from a somewhat harmless in the eyes of Capitol, but it had been extremely deadly around these parts of Panem. Not being able to afford medical treatment, Ken's mother had died of a slow and painful death. Some of these memories had passed through the boy's mind as he started to make his way back home and headed towards the gates.

In District Twelve, the gates were what forced us in a cluster, remaining in solitude from the outside world. His father had used a bunch of threats towards the blonde haired Ken to make sure he wouldn't go over the fence, but he simply passed them off as all bark and no bite. Being naturally stealthy and nimble, he was always easily climbing over the fence without anyone noticing a thing, which was obviously for the best. Even if the boy thought his father was quite harmless, he did not wish to create a hell hole in what he thought was his home. Along with that, Ken's sister would be in an endless crying fit if his father ever did anything as punishment directed at the teenager.

"It's a little warm outside today, it actually feels nice." the boy said with a small grin implanted onto his face as he breathed in the fresh air that had surrounded him and not the dusty and toxic particles of District Twelve's coal mines. Mockingjays could be heard spreading their wonderful melodies from tree to tree when he directed himself into the depths of the forest. Suddenly, he could hear some banter going on not too far from here. In defense, Ken Clove had took his knife out swiftly, ready to kill anyone if necessary.

Using a nearby tree as cover, he slowly moved his head to the right to see who he was hearing. Oh. It was none other than Katniss Everdeen; the young teenage girl who was around sixteen years of age that had went to the same school and was in the same grade as him. Being in the same grade as her at his age was due to him skipping ahead two years of school with the help of his incredible and respectable intelligence. They were even in the same classes, well for a few, but they had not communicated much since they never had a need to do so. Because of this, neither of them had known much about the other, or is was more like Katniss did not know much about Ken.

Katniss Everdeen had been extremely popular at school since she would also go past the gates and hunt and bring the food back to her starving family. While everyone had thought she was very noble and brave from doing this, he simply passed it aside as if it wasn't nothing. Sure, she did something that not many people from all the Districts would think of doing, but it wasn't like it was hard to get past these gates. The only thing you needed to not get caught was to not be a lizard brained Neanderthal. Other than that, the rest was pretty easy from there.

"So it's just her...I guess she's just hunting stuff for her family." the boy mumbled to himself very quietly as he chose to go at another direction, away from Katniss and the unknown male that he had been talking with. At the moment, he did not feel obligated to exchange a variety of banter with people he hardly associated himself with before. So he went on his merry way and explored the deep forest with melodies circulating throughout the canopies of the trees. The deeper he went, he had found some berries that he had shared with his sister numerous of times. You could buy these in the District Twelve markets, but they had still been pretty expensive. Logically, one would just come out here to take the berries, but poaching off the Capitol's land, anything not in the fences could and would get you killed under normal circumstances. Thinking ahead, Ken always brought plastic bags to stuff the small delicacies into in which he'd bring them home to eat with his sister. He'd gladly share with his father, but that would give out the secret that he has been traveling around outside the gates for a good while now.

"I can give these to May once I get home, that is if Father is asleep by then..." the boy mumbled with a slight smile on his face as he continued to collect the delicate round objects into the plastic opaque bags. Before it got dark, the boy decided to go to the bakery with a decent amount of berry filled bags and hope to strike a bargain with the baker there. It was often that the boy was able to afford stuff from there, so he had to forage a few things in order to get anything from there. Luckily, the store owner had gave Ken a bit of a discount considering how young he was to even be collecting from the outside forests.

After about an hour of walking, Ken Clove was now in front of the wood chipped building that had housed the baker and his family. In there was the baker, his wife, and his son named Peeta. Usually when he came there, he'd see the wife bustling around baking bread, the husband baking and selling the bread, and Peeta baking and feeding their little bit of livestock that they owned. Today, the shop had been fairly quiet, maybe a customer or two had came every few hours. Ken opened the door which led him into the building, seeing the baker and his son getting ready to make dough for some deserts to sell.

"Oh Ken, it's nice to see you!" the shop owner had said in an optimistic and enthusiastic tone as he whiped his hands clean with a rag and shook the teenager's hand with a firm grip. The boy gave a smile since it was common courtesy to do so.

"So, do you have anything for me today?" he asked looked over his shoulder to make sure Peeta was doing as he was supposed to for the time being. Ken slowly took out ten fairly big bags of the berries he had collected in the forest. The baker looked pretty surprised and happy at the same time, it wasn't like he got these everyday.

"Well that's a bit of a surprise, so how much do you want for them?" the man asked.

"I'd like to have at least half a dozen of cupcakes baked with some of the berries if that would be possible. Also, could you put a cluster of yellow daises on each of them, my sister loves the color yellow a good bit." requested Clove in a polite and respectable tone.

"Sure, Peeta's an even better cake decorator than I am so he'll be doing the work." the father said before he turned his gaze towards his son.

"Won't you be able to do that Peeta?"

"Yes, I'll get started just as soon as I finish kneeing the dough." the boy said as the trusted his elbows against the gooey and powdery substance until it had a nice refined shape to it. He dusted his hands off with his stained white apron before he got the essential ingredients to create the cake batter. Deciding to sit around for the time being, Ken was about to take a seat until he heard a loud sound from outside. It was of a young girl's giggling as she opened the store doors and ran around the interior of the building. It was none other than Ken's sister May.

"Hey May!" Ken said as he ran towards his sister and took her up into his arms and spun around. She had released a symphony of laughs before he had been released back onto the ground for the time being.

"Hi brother!" she said before she looked at Peeta.

"Peeta can we play today?" she asked with a small giggle as she tugged on his apron. Although Ken and Peeta did not communicate that much, May thought of Peeta as another older brother that she could always play with when Ken was busy. The older male gave a small laugh as he bent down to give the young blonde haired girl a hug and released her.

"Sorry, but I have a bit of work to do before I can play with you." he said with a small smile as he continued to mix the cake batter in a bowl by hand. She now had a small frown on her face when this had came through her ears. Trying to reassure his sister, Ken bent down and placed his hands on May's shoulders.

"Don't worry, Peeta's working on a little surprise I had for you." he said in a tranquil tone.

"Your big brother's right. Why don't you go play outside or feed the pigs in the meantime?" said Peeta.

"A surprise? What is it what is it?" she asked constantly with laughts interrupting a few of the words.

"If we told you it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" asked Ken as he playfully poked May in the stomach.

"Okay, I can't wait. Good bye Peeta!" she said with an innocent laugh as she headed out the door as fast as lightning.

"Thanks Peeta, you don't know how much it makes her day when she gets stuff like this."

"No problem, you have to admit she's pretty cute." he said which Ken replied with a small laugh. He certainly was right, May was one of the youngest and cutest girls that you could find around the interior of District Twelve. Not all of the cute people had to come from those Career Districts like One, Two, Three, and Four. What most people thought around here was what the Career Districts had in power and wealth, we had in our values. This was one reason why those Districts were usually shunned by the other ten.

After the small exchange of words with Peeta, Ken had ran off to the outside world of District Twelve and took the breath air in once more. However, you could still detect the faint scent of bread in this land of nature. No, it wasn't bad. In fact, it had been pretty pleasant to take in that alluring smell for the nose and enjoy it's nourishment.

"Big brother over here!" May yelled with her cheerful voice as she pointed at a tree and noticed a Mockingjay nest housed on one of the tree branches. Clove had released a small smile as he sat down on the ground with May and observed the actions of the male and female Mockingjays fluttering about. It was quite relaxing, laying on the warm green grass as the blazing sun had warmed their bodies. They had continued to talk back and forth for about two hours until Peeta had opened the store doors and made his way outside.

"Hey May, I've got your surprise made and done!" he said with a hint of joy and pride in his voice. The young girl didn't waste any time as she got up and ran through the doors. The teenager that was her older brother had laughed a little and he went and followed her fast enough to see the surprise look on her face. The young blonde haired girl had placed her hands upon her mouth in awe of the glorious creation. The base color of the icing on each of the cupcakes had been yellow, but the daisies were what made them so perplexing. The leaves and the flower petals themselves had looked so realistic, the sparkling dust on them only adding to their previous perfection.

"Thanks Peeta!" she said as she ran up to the taller gentleman and held him tight as he swung her around a bit. They both exchanged a laughs while Ken remained silent and smling.

"Don't worry, you've been good and deserve them." he said with a cheerful tone as he released her down onto the ground and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. She turned to her older brother Ken and played with her fingers daintily.

"Can I have one now brother?" she asked so innocently as if she was a lost puppy with no future.

"Of course you can have one." the boy said with a small chuckle before the young girl quickly took two cupcakes and shoved one into Ken and Peeta's hands.

"Brother paid for them and Peeta made them so you two deserve one!" she said with a giggle as she took one and started to nibble on it like a mouse. Both boys looked at each other and shared a shrug before both of them had joyfully bitten into their sweets.

"These taste really good Peeta." said Ken after he had swallowed a small fraction of his professionally decorated cupcake.

"Oh it's nothing..." said Peeta as he blushed a bit from the massive amount of admiration for his creations.

"No they really do taste good Peeta!" said May with a laugh, yellow icing staining her once pink lips. The trio had ate their cupcakes slowly, savoring the flavor of the sweet delicacy before they got to the very end.

"Well it's getting dark so I better get May home. It was nice talking to you Peeta, thanks for the cupcakes." Ken said as he started to place the cupcakes in a plastic contained and placed them in a black bag so his father would not notice them.

"Bye Peeta!" yelled the teenager's sister cheerfully as she started to walk home with her older and more mature brother. She nibled on one last berry that she took from her cupcake and swallowed it as if it was the best thing that she ever had the honor of tasting.

"Bye..." Peeta said sadly as he waved goodbye and started to return to his normal duties, getting yelled at by his mother for letting the bread in one of the ovens burn.