Marta Hellen, Avox, 11:00 AM, 154 Harlow Dr., The Capitol

I wait. Nothing is worse than waiting, those nervous moments before something big, and sometimes even bad.

I am waiting for the Hunger Games.

The reapings will begin. My master is screaming with anticipation, along with the rest of the capitol.

Not me.

Certainly not me.

I crouch down behind the overstuffed chair that Jay, my master, is sitting on. It's pitch black, except for the blaring TV, which Jay seemed to be enthralled in.

"Oh, Avox! I can't believe it's here! It's finally here! I waiting a whole year for this and it's here!" Jays flaming red hair bounced around as she screamed this. I simply nodded. "Avox! Speak to me!" Jay hollered in my face.

I pointed my scarred and slender hand to my mouth, and shook my head, to show her I couldn't make a sound without sounding like a dying cat.

Her shoulders sagged. "Oh." I wondered if she would ever gain an IQ over 3.

Probably not.

"And now, it's time for Hunger Games Mania!" said the deep voice of the TV anchor. Jay squealed and abruptly turned back towards the screen.

A very smiley man- plastic surgery, I assumed- appeared on the screen, and said in an overly happy voice, "Welcome! Welcome to Hunger Games Mania! Where we share the secrets, facts, and legends about the annual Hunger Games! Now, let's speak to head Gamemaker, Leo Nessen about this years' arena!"

The screen split into two, and there was another smiley man in the other half. "Why, hello Deryl!" This man had spikey green hair, which horribly clashed with his bright orange skin. "I'm not going to tell you what this Arena will be like this year…" He said, and there was a couple of 'aws' in the background, "But I will give you some clues!"

Jay screamed delightfully at the television. "One word- Building..."

The redhead girl ignored what the man was going to say. "OHMIGOSH! AVOX! MAYBE IT'S GOING TO BE IN A HOUSE!" Her face was flushed red from screaming.

I nodded, showing that I cared. I didn't really. I only cared if there was someone I knew from district 8 reaped.

I'm from there.

Welcome to the 173rd Hunger Games!

No Mary-Sues, or copy-paste tributes. If you read this you must put in 'Quoth the raven, nevermore!' in your form.

I will only be accepting 8-12 tributes, so start submitting! Here is the form!

Full Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Personality(At least 5 sentences):

Appearance(At least 5 sentences):

Family:

Friends:

Volunteer/Reaped:

Background (Optional, only if the background is vital for the character):

Weaknesses (At least 3, I don't want things like 'is afraid of spiders' because that is WAY too vague. I want stuff like 'is afraid of spiders because when he was little he was bit by a spider and almost died' or whatever.)

Strengths (No more than 4. No super strength, please!):

Alliance?:

Romance (I will only be making 1 couple!):

Reaping outfit:

Stylist, Mentor, or escort(Only 1):

Chariot outfit:

Interview outfit:

Reaping outfit:

Interview angle (ex. "She will act preppy and cute" or "He will act depressed and pitiful" Something that they want to get sponsors with):

And of course, May the odds ever be in your favor!