Ziana Cubic, 16, D2F
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I grumpily drag myself out of bed, I don't want to get out of bed, I really don't want to get out of bed but I know I have to, it's the reaping. If I had the choice I'd be still sleeping, I'd probably be sleeping all day if I'm perfectly honest with myself, I know it's kind of a bad thing for careers to be sleeping a lot but it's not like I can help it, I'm tired for crying out loud! I have a lot of late nights either training or being out with my friends, and then I have to get up early to do more and more work. I just wish I could sleep for the whole day and then I'd be actually fully replenished. Honestly sometimes training is quite depressing, decapitating dummies, beating people up with a stick, humiliating each other to train. But the rewards are great, I have to volunteer this year we really need the money now, I'm going to do it for my family. I was going to wait until we're eighteen but I guess now would be the best time with my family issues and all. But I guess if I do win we'll be rich forever, we won't have to worry about the petty crap we need to worry about now!
I switch off my alarm clock and shower, getting all of the grime and sweat out of my neat blonde hair. Honestly bed hair is the absolute worst but there's nothing you can do about it, I considered cutting my hair short but I just prefer it long, it goes up to my shoulders and everything and it just looks one hundred times sexier than shorter hair! So when I've done this and gotten ready I need to pick out what outfit I'm going to wear. Now I need to be smart with what I chose, I want to scream 'dangerous but sexy'. That's the best angle to play, I want all my admirers to swoon and be breathless when they see the next victor of the Hunger Games. So after I've picked the best outfit I can find me, my mom, my dad and my twin sister Mione make our way to the town square.
We live quite far so we leave pretty early, me and my sister start talking on our way, away from our parents. "Mione, I-I'm going to volunteer today." I say to her, this takes her completely by surprise.
"W-why?" She asks.
"Mione you know our family needs the money, if I win then we'll have everything." I say.
"But if you lose we have nothing and we lose you!" She says. But there's not reasoning with me, I'm going into the games and that's that.
"Well, I think it's worth the risk, after all I've been training, I am the older one you know so if anyone should go it's me." I explain, she knows there's no fighting it, I'm a stubborn person. She hugs me tightly.
"Just be careful out there." She says.
"I will, I can take care of myself you know." I sigh. We get to the town square and we register with the other sixteen year old girls. As we stand in the crowd with our hands interlinked together and the propaganda film finishes I know I can have no regrets on that fact I'm going into the arena.
I will win, no I must win.
"Now for the girls." She announces and picks a slip, she calls out a name but I don't even listen to who it is and raise my hand.
"I volunteer as tribute!" I announce, the whole square goes silent, I let go of Mione's hand and the peacekeeper's guide me to the stage. I see my mother and my father standing in the adult's section, clearly very shocked, my father's jaw is hanging and my mother is gripping him tightly, they just can't believe what I've done. "So what is your name dear?" She asks. I clench my jaw tight, my fists clenched at my side, the cool breeze blows my shiny blonde hair across my face as I give my reply. "My name is Zianna Cubic." I say bluntly, no energy in my voice, no nervousness and nothing is given away. I'm doing this for you mom and dad.
Mason Hammerfell, 17, D2M
I stare at myself in the mirror, that deep scare running down my face, I admire my muscular figure. I'm in the simplest clothes that I could possibly wear for the reaping. A white shirt and black trousers, but this shirt shirt shoes off my muscles. So I decide to go with this one, today is the day I volunteer and I need to look good. So I leave the house with my family, we don't live far from the town square so we get there relatively quick, I register and stand with the other seventeen year old boys.
Our district's escort starts with the girls as always and when a name is drawn another girl instantly volunteers in her place, to be expected of course, we are district two after all. I sigh and a boy's name is drawn. "Marc Desoul!" And I don't hesitate, I have always been prepared for this, I don't hesitate because I am confident in myself. "I volunteer!" I announce and I step out of the crowd, the same stoic glare in my face as I step onto the stage. Our district escort doesn't even look surprised or intimidated by me. "So what's your name dear?" She asks, I scan the crowd, my glare sweeping over the crowd as I stare at my district watching me. "My name is Mason Hammerfell." I say and I shake hands with Zianna and we walk into the justice building together.
Credit: All Credit to Mason Hammerfell goes to a good lad called Cato74th. He designed this character and let me use him, all the credit goes to him. Thanks man!