Dear Diary,

We've been in the dark for eight days now. A hovercraft looms over District Five, blocking out the daytime sun. At night, it just gets worse. The night used to be so clear on the outskirts of town, where I live, that you could see the stars shiver. Now, there are no stars. No sun. No power. And most importantly, no hope.

Love, Eddie

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Dear Diary,

Yesterday, Eliza tried to eat a brick because she was so hungry. I had to run over and wrench it out of her cold, dead hand. I'm trying to take care of her and Susan now, but it keeps getting harder. Our house is gone, and so are Mommy and Daddy. I don't know where they went, and I don't know where we're going either. Last night, we hid in the mulberry bush by the woods to sleep, but a Capital soldier caught us and hurt Susan really badly. Mean Old Tom from the market, which isn't a market anymore, says they're trying to starve us out since District Seven helped lead the rebellion.

I'll write when I find more paper, Georgia

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Dear Diary,

Mom started hacking up black goo while she was nursing Gregory. It got in his mouth and hair and eyes and he was screaming and crying but Mom dropped him and now they're both dead and I don't know what to do. I had to run away from a soldier who tried to tear my dress off, and now I'm hiding in the rubble of the old Meadow church. I think I'm dying too. I heard my old teacher, Ms. Sharman, screaming in the town square the other day about plague and death. I don't know who are the bad guys anymore. I just want it to end.

Lucy P. of District 12

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Dear Diary,

A Capitol soldier hung a captured rebel leader in the town square today. He made everyone watch, even though it was so dark and no one could see anything. The hovercrafts are still above us. There was smog hanging low, and a girl coughed too loudly during the soldier's speech. Another soldier dragged her to the stage and cut off her braids. I don't know why. I don't know what's happening. District Eight has gone to Hell, and no one can figure out why and how to surrender. Believe me, we've tried. The Capital won't listen. Why won't they listen? They've won.

Henry Hoffman

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Dear Diary,

I'm sorry it's been so long since I've last written. Things are changing. For the better, I think. Mama says that the Capital has regained control over the rebelling districts, thank God. It was a horrible time. There was always something bad on the news, and there were food and clothing shortages for a while. But now, says President Cornelius Snow, newly elected, things will become available again, and we Capital citizens can begin, once again, to lead the lives we're meant to have. I'm just happy that I'll have chocolate cake for my twelfth birthday.

Lots of love, Persephone

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Dear Diary,

We are so screwed. So so screwed. I'd rather be eating hay like I did during the siege than be hearing the news I did today. The president just announced our punishment brought on by the rebellion. The Hunger Games. Ironic, isn't it? Or perhaps well fitted. Perspective matters, I suppose. But, anyway, my name will be in this bowl for six years. We're fu screwed. Oh, what the hell. This is a special occasion. We are fucked.

Sincerely, Elisa

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Ahhh! Hello there my friends! Welcome to my intriguing (albeit a lil basic) story! SYOT! Here's your form. I hope you enjoyed the flashes of perspective from the children of the revolution. ;)

PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR FORM WITH THIS SUBJECT TITLE: Tribute Name, District (ex: Elisa James, District 10). THANK YOU!

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS TH HUNGER GAMES! not a whole lot of career training has gone on, though they may be pretty eager since they're loyal to the capital.

I have every right to not choose a tribute if I feel that I don't have enough information. I also have every right to say you cannot have a reserved character after a certain period of time (week?). Ok, bitchiness aside, welcome!

This form can also be found on my profile.

Name-

Age-

District-

Backup District-

Appearance (eye color shape, hair color style length texture, skin tone, height, weight, body type, shape of face,etc.)-

Health (medical issues, how easily they fall ill, disorder, etc.)-

Personality (I need paragraph form! Not a string of adjectives.)-

Backstory (Where they came from, what their life has been like up until now)-

Family (members and a brief description of each)-

Friends (names and brief descriptions)-

Hobbies-

Strengths (At least four, MENTAL and physical)-

Weaknesses (Equal number or more than strengths)-

Weapon of choice-

Volunteer or Reaped (If volunteer, why (please, viable reason)? If reaped, reaction?)-

Token-

Outfits (Reaping, Chariot, Interview)-

Training Strategy-

Training Score-

How they earned their score-

Angle for Interview-

Strategy for Games-

What they do at the Cornucopia-

Romance?-

Allies?-

Bloodbath Tribute?-

Preferred death?-

okee dokee! ily guys! xoxo julia