A quick author's note: Hello everyone! I'm pleased to announce that I've finished the first Reapings! Here for your enjoyment is the District One Tributes! Please feel free to comment and tell me what you think so far! I have filled out the remaining characters with Bloodbath, so it is all good! Thanks! -Jazzy

Copper Lyn's POV

I was already awake when my mother was sent to wake me. I had been up all night, practicing. She gave me a concerned look when I scowled at her, telling her to go away. She knew about my practicing, but not my obsession with it. I'd been working on my sword techniques ever since I left Battle Camp.

I had begged and pleaded with my mother to be sent to the Camp, and finally she had given in. I was happy to go, this camp was prestigious. The only one in ANY of the districts. It was not hidden from the Capitol, in fact, the Capitol endorsed it. I guess they really wanted district 1 to win. This camp was considered training in case of the Hunger Games. It taught weapon craft, poisoning, survival, camouflage, and strategy. A priceless training camp for any aspiring tribute.

But that didn't mean it had no cost.

My mother had easily paid for the camp, we were well-off in our district. And today, the day of the Reaping, I was hoping that my training would pay off. I was 16, so I only had 3 more Reapings until it was too late. I still didn't know if I'd volunteer or not. My mother wouldn't be happy if I did.

I put on a shimmery purple dress and curled my blond hair behind me. I then slipped on silver shoes and a string of pearls. It was how many rich kids dressed, especially on Reaping days. "Copper?" My mother called, I opened my bedroom door.

"I'm coming!" I hurried down the stairs, keeping perfect posture. My mother gave me a half-smile. We walked outside the door, just me and her. My older brother was 19 and didn't have to go to the Reapings anymore. And my father… well hadn't gone in years. Since we lived near the center of the town, it was a short walk. Soon, I felt the familiar nervous sensation in the pit of my stomach. I faked a smile. I still got scared every year. But now I was at least prepared.

Our ugly announcer bid us welcome. I bit a fingernail, ignoring the disapproval of my mother. Bitten nails were her pet peeve. Everything, for that matter, was her pet peeve. "And for the ladies, Copper Lyn!" I stopped biting my nails, and gasped. My gasp turned quickly into a small grin. That camp hadn't been for nothing after all. I took a few steps towards the stage and waved to everyone. A few looked sad, I recognized my friends. Why were they so sad? I knew I was going to win…

Rex Reed's POV

"Rex?" I recognized the voice as my mother's. She had interrupted my planning. What she and my father- and basically everyone in the city except for my friend Roy- didn't know, was that today I would be in the Hunger Games. Even if I wasn't Reaped, I planned on volunteering. I had been working on my strategy for years- 5 years to be exact. I was 17, and since my birthday was in a few short days, this would be my last year eligible. They never accepted someone who's birthday was in the Games.

I quickly shoved away my sketches and schemes and yelled down to my mother. "Yes?" It sounded polite. Of course it did, it had to. After all, being myself would only ruin my disguise. It was part of my plan, of course.

"Get dressed and come downstairs, sweetie. We have to leave soon!" I sighed. I stood up from my desk and opened my expansive closet. I shuffled through my clothes listlessly, but I had to look nice. After all, it would be televised. I settled on a white tuxedo and bright blue tie. I looked rather nice, with my red hair spiked ever so slightly. I jumped down the stairs, three at a time. I hugged my mother distractedly.

"Come, Rex, we have to leave now." I followed my mother. She had a worried expression on her face. She didn't want me to go to the Games. I was her only child, and she didn't want to lose me. And neither did my father, naturally. But they wouldn't have to worry. I had my plan, and there was no way I'd die in these games. I shuffled down the streets, smiling wherever I went. A few people smiled back, most ignored me.

"Welcome to the Reaping!" Our announcer said, smiling even more convincingly then me. He was ancient, but his face appeared youthful. Cosmetic surgery, I assumed. Anyway, our announcer said a few more "witty" phrases then continued with the important part. He must've called out the girl's name, but I was too busy practicing my lines. I had to volunteer just the right way. I was so consumed with this thought, I almost didn't hear the unbelievable cry of "Rex Reed!"

Well. That was unexpected.