Name: Juliet Matthews

Age: 17

Personality: Stubborn, brave, courageous, whole-hearted, never-surrender attitude, kind, generous

District: 4

-YOUR POV-

You rolled over in bed, sighing into the synthetic pillow. You could feel the light streaming in the from the small window overhead…it wasn't the best source of Vitamin D, but it was the only stuff you got in the morning. An overhead alarm could be heard from the speakers. Sighing, you got up and stretched your arms and legs. You quietly crept up to the dresser and pulled out your normal clothes (see top), most people were only allowed to wear the uniforms that the President had assigned. However, you were a special case. In fact, you quietly believed that the President was a little afraid of you. Smiling grimly to yourself you agreed that she definitely has a reason to be. Slipping on the Communicuff, you left the room in silence, enjoying the bright early morning.

Your room is near the bottom District 13, you're allowed to live by yourself because of your extenuating circumstances (i.e. you were single, and they were hoping you would find a mate sooner rather than later). Plus, you were now considered a valuable member of the resistance…however, only a few knew this, the others just assumed you were a soldier. Walking down to the main area you received the usual stamp schedule on your arm and proceeded to breakfast. It was bland and grey, but you didn't mind. Hey, it was food, and NO ONE down here was going to pass up food. Plopping yourself down on the table you watched the familiar TV screens replay all the footage from the Capitol. That was the thing about District 13…they were thorough in their recon.

A tall guy with brown short hair walked up to you and tapped you on the shoulder. Without smiling you chugged the last bit of milk and looked up at him curiously. He was a normal guy…under the circumstance, the look on his face was grim. But, that was how everyone was looking now-a-days. "What?" you demanded, not in an unkind voice. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over to you. Taken aback you opened it and read the scrawled message:

My office. Now. Come alone.

Rolling your eyes, you popped the last bit of bread into your mouth and made your way up the stairs. Of course the message wasn't worrying you, you recognized the chicken scrawl as President Coin's. As soon as you walked through the door, people were gripping you by the arm and leading you into the chair sitting in front of the desk. You raised an eyebrow as Coin sat in the opposite desk, her pen scratching at a piece of paper in front of her. There was a few minutes of silence in which neither of you were willing to break the barrier that separated you. You sat back contently, she called you here therefore she can be the one to speak first. Finally, Coin looked up with a sigh, her eyes pierced into your mind…but you ignored it. She wasn't worth the worry, or the trust. No matter how you put it, she was a politician. Meaning, if she wants you dead, she'll make it look like an accident without a second thought. You gave her a small smile in return for her frustration.

"I suppose you've heard about the Hunger Games?" she asked, a little ambiguously. Of course you had heard of the Hunger Games, they were held every year. But, the thing that was confusion was why the President of District 13 suddenly had a particular interest in this year's tournament. You cocked your head to the side a bit, showing your confusion. Squinting her eyes, she turned and flicked on the TV behind her. Immediately there were screen shots of the different up and coming contestants in the games. However, something was different about them this year. Instead of the muscular kids like last year they were old or middle-aged….then the realization hit you when you recognized a few faces from previous Hunger Games years ago. Coin clicked the TV off and turned around to face you. Her eyes were cold, but you could see a few worry lines pop up on her forehead.

"It's the Quarter Quell this year, and because of Katniss Everdeen's little stunt in the last Games Snow has made this year extra special by recalling all of the old winners from years previous." She stated, her voice stoic. You frowned, not completely understanding.

"What happened last year?" you asked, feeling very stupid for asking this. Coin was silent for a moment, searching your face to make sure you were actually serious. An understanding passed through her expression, a smug look appeared on her face.

"Ah, that's right. You weren't here last year." She said, her voice still cold. You raised an eyebrow.

"I was a little preoccupied." You said, recalling the events that had taken place. The events that had brought you here. Coin watched your expression for any transformation with the mention of the past, but you cleared any emotion from your thoughts. That was a long time ago. Today is Today. Tomorrow is Tomorrow. You can do something about those things, but the past stays in the past. After a minute of reflective silence you raised another eyebrow.

"Alright. So, how does this concern me?" you asked, not understanding why she brought you up to discuss the current Hunger Games events. Coin's jaw hardened at being this direct with someone, but she yielded.

"Because the Hunger Games are going to be such a big hit this year all of the Capitol's attention will be away from the normal things….like housing, defenses…you get the drift." She said, a coy smile on her face. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of what was coming next. The Hunger Games will be keeping everyone's attention away from the rest of the Capitol…which gives you a chance to gleam some recon on the enemy. Standing up you put your hands on your hips, excitement coursing through you.

"When do I leave?" you asked, practically already walking through the door. Coin shifted through some papers on her desk and pulled out one with CLASSIFIED stamped across it.

"Tomorrow morning. You're headed for District 2, so be careful; and you'll need to assemble a scoping team." She said, informing you of the basics. You cocked your head slightly.

"District 2, what for?"you asked, confused as to why you weren't going straight into the Capitol itself.

"There are a couple of houses that belong to important people there. I need you to collect a couple of files that contain maps and information about the Capitol…this way, when we're prepared, we'll know how to get in more efficiently." She informed you, her words clipped. Nodding you told her you would be ready by dawn and then you walked out, eager to get a move on.

You already knew who your team was going to be. Walking quickly, you dodged people in the hallway and stairs and immediately turned to the computer room where all the hacking equipment would be. Quickly entering the door, you were hit with a series of noises clogging through your mind. It wasn't the biggest room, but it was big enough to hold several long rows of different monitors and computers. Walking down each row and bypassing several curious onlookers you ran into the guy you wanted to see.

He was standing up and looking at a monitor in frustration. You suppressed a small smile. It was just so funny to see Cid with that expression on his face. He was only fifteen years old, yet he had created enough trouble to land him a spot in with the Hackers (the small group of computer-geniuses who are able to hack into Capitol TV's). He was a very blonde, very spikey-haired kid who always wore goggles around his neck or on his face. His cargo pants were baggy and they sagged down to his butt, his shirt was always this black t-shirt that hugged his chest, it was like he was trying to show off the small amount of muscle he had. His nose always crinkled when he was happy, and his smile was always shaped in a smirk. Right now his gloved fingers were moving at the speed of light, hooking up wires, typing on the computer, switching the lights on and off. Suddenly there was a whirring noise coming from the computer, the printer spat out a few long sheets of numbers. Cid jumped with happiness and let out a chuckle (his voice sounds like the voice of jesse mccartney doing Robin in Young Justice)

"Well, look at that!" he cried, holding the paper out in from of him, his goggles strapped around his eyes. You smiled to yourself and then walked forward slowly into the light. He sees you, but he continues to type away at the computer, the monitor now full of life.

"Looks like you've got your hands full." You said, letting your voice slip away. Cid turned his full attention to you now, his playful grey eyes meeting yours. He wiped his gloved hand across his face, only to smear his forehead with oil.

"Nah, it's actually really boring compared to ANYTHING else." He said, his eyes rolled as a few more Hackers walked over and exclaimed at his handy work. You were hoping this was his answer, because your next question was:

"Do you want more entertaining work?"

Cid raised his eyebrows, his smile forming into the smirk you know and love. He folded his arms across his chest, and adjusted his weight to one foot. "Coin's got you on another mission?" he asked, slightly surprised, "Didn't you just get back from District 10?" You smiled and walked over to him.

"Yeah, but it was pretty easy. Just disabling a few possible weapons and everything…" you said, shrugging your shoulders. In fact, the previous mission at been a snooze-fest. You hadn't even received any injuries. Cid smiled mischeviously at your indifference. Slyly, you threw a fully powered gun at him. He caught it without question, everyone in District 13 has to be ready for anything…especially the people you work with.

"So, how about it?" you ask. "How would you like to work a REAL job?" you ask, already knowing the answer. Cid smiles brightly, his teeth a blazing white.

"Count me in." he said, and then he immediately grabs a tool belt from the desk and begins to pack his supplies. As you walk out the door you tell him to meet you in the President's office in the morning. It was about noon, so you decided to grab some lunch before going on to the next person on your list. Lunch was a mere lamb stew with chunks of potatoe…nothing special, but it was good enough to wash down with A LOT of water. As you ate in silence the TV's in the lunch room lit up with life. They showed footages of the Quarter Quell, about how brave the contestants were and how different and exciting it was this year. You noticed how two of the contestants were younger, whereas the others were older from previous years. Finishing the lunch, you dumped the tray and continued downward, further into District 13. You found yourself in the shooting range, several people were practicing with various weapons: knives, guns, tridents, swords…etc. However, the one person you were looking for was working with the bows.

He was tall and lean, his muscles rippled through the District uniform. His hair was a smoothed-back brown with flecks of blonde. His eyes squinted in focus, his mouth formed a concentrated line. As you walked over you noticed the suttle differences between him and the other trainees. Marcus was about 50 years old. Even though his age was only visible by the worry lines on his face, his body was as fit as the nearest twenty-year olds. Walking over to him, you silently watched as he hit the target with precision. This is the reason why you wanted him on your team.

"Hey, Marcus." You said, inviting yourself into conversation with him. You were attempting to be nice in order to gain his trust. Marcus ignored your greeting and proceeded with another shot at the target. For a few minutes you watched him hit it repeatedly. Smiling, you walked closer to him and handed him his next arrow. He took it and strung it without comment. Still trying to ignore your presence.

"So…listen, I'm going on a mission…" you started. Marcus fired the arrow you had given him, slicing the other one in two. He kept silent, focusing on the task at hand. Sighing inwardly, you continued onward:

"President Coin has issued me to go to District 2 to do some recon work on a couple of the different business and major houses…." You continued, beginning to become a little annoyed at his indifference. Marcus strung another arrow and squinted his eyes in preparation. However, you took a step in front of the bow and shifted the arrow to the side, preventing him from shooting without harming you.

"Marcus, I want to you come with me. I need an expert shooter…and you're the best of the best." You said, letting your anger show. Marcus gave you a big smile and put down his bow. His age was apparent in that moment, his smile seeming more grandfatherly than anything else. He opened his arms wide in good-humor.

"Come now Juliet! No respect for an old…retired man?" he asked, his voice booming through the room causing a few heads to turn. You let the smile show on your face, there was no denying Marcus a good laugh. You gently punched him on the shoulder playfully.

"So I can count you in?" you asked. Marcus sniffed and leaned on his favorite bow. He rubbed his chin comically while thinking. However, you knew his answer. If there's one thing you know, it was that this old coot couldn't turn down a challenge. With twinkling eyes he nodded his head and stretched his arm behind his head. Smiling, you were glad to count another trustworthy person in the game.

"Alright, well we're meeting in Coin's office at dawn…so don't be late old man!" you called while quickly making your exit. It was after dinner time, so without delay you went straight into the next room. Combat training. Hand-to-hand fighting. Much more your style. Putting a pair of gloves to protect your hands, you kicked and punched at the manikin in front of you, making every jab and twist count. Sweat began to pool around your forehead and upper lip, but the excersise felt good. This lasted for a few more minutes before it became to the point where you were panting heavily. Not wanting to wear yourself out too much, you proceeded back to your room. Looking at the clock it told you to go to bed. So, pushing yourself under the covers you stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.