Note: This is just a change in the format of the original fic.

A/N: Drabble series centered around the supporting/minor characters of the Hunger Games trilogy.

Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins

Scattered Pieces

Part 1: The Capitol

(Effie Trinket)

Effie puts on her hot pink wig and a wide smile on her face. (Yes, she wears a wig and, no, she has absolutely no reason to smile.)

When Effie Trinket was a child, she aspired to do great things. She wasn't exactly sure of what kind of great things, but certainly her ambitions didn't include become a chaperon for the Hunger Games. Let alone for the District Twelve tributes. Everybody knows that District 12 is the puisne in terms of District hierarchy. No wonder why no one from District 12 ever wins the Games. Except for that old sot, Haymitch Abernathy and somebody else who was long dead when Effie was born. People like Haymitch, though, don't do much for this place. Even the Capitol seems to have forgotten it.

So, no, Effie has no reason at all to smile. Yet, she does, and in a rather convincing way, because it's her job and as much as she hates it, it's still her job. of course, if she worked at another District - preferably One or Two - she would get a decent salary and the credit she deserved.

But Effie Trinket will never be promoted to a better District, and she will never get a decent salary or the credit she deserves, and her childhood dreams will all but fade behind the Capitol's horror regime.

(Lavinia)

Living in the Capitol has proved to be much harder that life in the Districts. At least, there, she had some personal freedom. At least, there, she had a voice - both literally and metaphorically. At least, there, she wasn't part of something she detested with such fierce passion. Lavinia, the Avox girl, has regretted many times her foolish decision that enslaved her and took the life of her best friend. She blames no one but herself for that conclusion.

Today, the new group of tributes arrive to the Capitol. A group of teenagers, a group of kids, headed to the biggest atrocity imaginable. Somehow, this consoles her. Because she knows that she will never be one them; she's that fortunate.

(Seneca Crane)

As he watches these two kids put those berries into their mouths, something inside him snaps. They are kids, for God's sake, he can't let them die for the sake of a dramatic ending. He knows he will probably have to pay the price - the Capitol is ruthless and makes no discrimination - but it's too insignificant compared to two innocent lives.

They want a dramatic ending; they will have one.

(Cariolanus Snow)

The Panem president has to give it to them. Not only did they manage to get the Capitol's support - not that it would be difficult to enamor these shallow idiots - but they also set a precedent.

The little whelps would create a stir all over Panem with their unheard of action. Did these kids know what they were doing? Had they been instructed to do so, maybe?

It doesn't matter why they did it, the sinister president reassures himself. They will have to die, anyway, won't they?

Next: Part 2: Tributes