Suzanne Collins mentioned that volunteering was more complicated in career districts. Common SYOT's just have career tributes just fighting to get to the front first (I'm guilty to) but what if it was different? This is a three chaptered story with three different ideas of how the volunteer's are chosen for each of the three career districts. Written from the POV of the male tribute of that district from 74th games. Reviews are loved even criticism. Any suggestions for the title are also welcome.

District One

Marvel jogged quickly towards the Justice building. It was time for his trial. In his district volunteers had to sell themselves to a panel consisting of the head peacekeeper, the mayor, the head trainer and several past victors. He was seventeen now and had been volunteering since he was thirteen, thinking he wasn't ready when he was twelve but wanting to give himself as much chance as possible. He had first gotten a trial when he was fifteen. That year he had performed well enough in the physical side, which was similar to the training at the Hunger Games but had stumbled through the interview. Last year he felt he had done excellently in the physical side but still some of the questions surprised him. Like what he would do if the career pack didn't survive past the bloodbath. So this past year he had watched almost all of the past Games highlights as well as read numerous books on survival. He had spent nearly half the amount of time doing this as he had physical training. It was all a load of rubbish. Of course the careers wouldn't die in the bloodbath but the panel wanted the strongest volunteer as possible to give district one the best chance of having a victor.

He thought he was going to be late, hence the jogging however he ended up being about half an hour early which meant he faced a nail biting wait. If career's bit their nails of course.
At last his name was called and he entered a large room filled with weapons of all kinds. He walked to the centre where he stood proudly waiting for the panel waiting at the end of the room to speak.

"You may begin Marvel."

He lifted up a bundle spears and walked to the end of the room. He then threw each spear with precision, each one hitting the centre of a purpose placed target. He then proceeded to show of his talent with other weapons.

Then came the questions.

"What will you tactics in the Games be?" asked the head peecekeeper.

"Ideally I would team up with my fellow tribute from one as well as two and four. I'd keep my eye on all other tributes in case these weren't good enough or died in the bloodbath. Then we would hunt down the other tributes. When there are only ten left I would break of the alliance by killing as many as possible in their sleep. Then I would survive on my own by hunting down whatever animals I could while killing of the remaining tributes."

"What makes you better than other people who have train all their lives for this?" Past years victors wanted to know.

"Well I can survive on my own. These other idiots are only going to do well if they make it into a pack and they're then hoping they'll win the fight at the end. I've been taking survival classes for a year so I can surprise my allies by breaking the alliance earlier then they expect. This'll give me a higher chance of surviving the inevitable career showdown."

"What will you do to stand out in training? The Gamemakers will be used to all your fancy moves"

"I'll probably severely injure one of the training assistants. A bit of blood and gore will get the Gamemakers going."

"Your interview angle?" the mayor asked.

"I'll be beyond arrogant. If I give people no reason to doubt I can win the Games they'll wonder why I'm so confident and come to the conclusion that there's a reason why I'm so confident and that reason is that I'm damn good."

"Thank you Marvel"

He was left to wait. He hadn't been dismissed out of hand, which meant he had to sit around while the other potential tributes tried to persuade the panel they had what it takes to win the Games.

At last the receptionist came out. They all knew that the name she called would be District One's volunteer.

"Marvel. They'll see you now" he felt incredible. He'd finally done it! "The rest of you can go home" the receptionist finished looking disdainfully at the rejected tributes.

They sat him down and told him the rules. Firstly he had to follow the stylist's advice from here on out. He would have a series of public appearance to warm the people of district one to him. He would do charity work, be seen dining with past victors and other such events.

Secondly in the case of him being reaped there would be a back up volunteer who would take his place. He would then volunteer next year. When he asked why he was told that a volunteer looks much stronger.

Finally if someone else tried to volunteer they would be tackled before they had a chance.

Finally the day of the reaping came. He couldn't wait until the time when he could get up on that platform as a tribute. He watched the girl chosen to volunteer took her place. Then it was his turn.

"Jasen Goodrock" an angry looking 18 year-old stepped up to the platform. He was clearly annoyed that he couldn't take his place in the Games.

"I volunteer" Marvel shouted when the time came.

He was a tribute in the 74th Hunger Games.

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