A/N: Ok, this is my response to gethsemane342's 24 word challenge. Basically, each tribute gets one word, in boy-girl district order. Words will not be in order. Will probably be quite weird, but enjoy anyways!!

Belt

I sit in the Justice Building, thinking. Thinking about what I would do once I got in the arena. Thinking, I would win. I knew the reaping had been rigged, and I wasn't afraid. I knew that I would have volunteered anyway.

The door bangs open, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up to see my father standing in the doorway. He is holding in his hand an item that I don't quite recognise at first, but which I soon realise is a belt. It's made of leather with a small, silver buckle in the shape of a diamond. My father crosses the room in three strides and hands it to me. "This is your district token. I want you to wear it in the arena. It brought me luck. It'll do the same for you." Of course. This was the belt my father had worn when he was in the Games. The 49th Hunger Games. He was sixteen. I take it, and fasten it around my waist. I look up at him and smile, and he hugs me. "Good luck, Marvel. I know you can do it." With that, he turned, nodded at the Peacekeepers and left.

I reach down to touch the buckle. Don't worry Dad, I think. You'll get your belt and your son back.