HOLLA! Well would you look at that? All the tribute spots have now been filled, I have chosen my tributes and we can get started on the reapings. They won't be done in order (oooooooh) because a) I loved when Chaos In Her Wake (awesome writer btw) did it in their stories and I hope they won't mind if I borrow and also b) because I haven't received all my tributes from those who reserved spots!

Thank you so much to all those who submitted tributes. I could only accept 24 tributes, so if you aren't sure if your tribute was selected, go to the first chapter, the complete list is there. Sorry if your tribute wasn't chosen, it was a very hard choice and they were all such awesome characters!

Sorry this comes almost a month after I posted the chapter. I was in the middle of NaNoWriMo (write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days) and I thought it would take so much longer to get all the tributes as it had with my previous SYOT. But then, that was 76 tributes and I had to create 5 of them...but I did it! Of 300,000 novelists this year, I was one of 42,000 people that passed the mark on time!

But now that I have nothing to do except work (I teach...yeah...English funnily enough) and I finished a whole bunch of my other stories, I can now concentrate on this story!

Thanks to The Mockingjay Lives and angelofmusic4ever for these wonderful tributes!

Sorry that this Author's Note is so long! I promise that they aren't all this long. Do let me know what you think in that little review box at the bottom!

DISTRICT 2

ARIES 'RI' JETT (16)

"Come on…come on…" I mutter, typing as quickly as I can. The numbers and letters, seemingly meaningless to anyone else who passes me on my laptop, scroll by in a flash.

I hiss in frustration as the screen freezes and all my hard work from the last hour or so disappears. I throw my hands up in the air as I let my head tilt back on the headboard of my bed. This is the third time today that I have tried and failed to get into the radio station. The boy in the chair on the other side of the room is also sighing with frustration. "You get nothing as well?" He asks with a sigh. "These guys are getting better and better at stopping us."

I smirk, rolling my eyes at him. "Janus that would be because we keep hacking into their radio stations that we aren't supposed to even know about. We aren't supposed to be smart Careers, aren't we supposed to be stereotypically dumb and total fighters."

Janus laughs and checks his watch. "Hey, you fancy a race to the town square?"

I sigh, he doesn't know my secret yet but I'm always game for a race. "Do you know who's supposed to be volunteering this year? Have they picked the guy from the academy?"

Janus shrugged. "I know who they've picked to volunteer from the girls and she's a total waste timer, I can bet she'll be in the bloodbath. February, February Maryn."

I snort, I know the girl. She's smart, well street smart more than academic smart but she's no Victor. Perhaps I won't have a problem. "Isn't she our age?" I frown slightly, that doesn't make any sense to have a sixteen year old chosen by the academy. "Are the rest of the girls older than us really not that good?"

Janus snorts and shrugs. "Probably, you know how we are as a district. Do you think you'd ever volunteer?"

I shrug; I can't let him know until the reaping actually takes place, what my plan is. "If I ever did it would be for the sheer thrill of it. I'm not like Cassia, Scor and Leo; I don't want to win it just for the sake of getting all that glory. I mean, we're living fine as it is without all the trimmings that they think we need. I mean Dad's a Peacekeeper, that gets me out of trouble and that's all I need."

Janus snorted. "Well some of us aren't as lucky as you. Some of us," he raised an eyebrow, indicating himself, "need the money." He closed the lid of the laptop and jerked his head towards the door. "You look fine, let's go and get another year of watching two kids potentially dying."

I look down at my attire; it is strange enough to get me noticed by the other tributes who will be keeping an eye out for me. Smoothing down the silver jacket, I check that the collar of my gold shirt is pressed down as we walk out of the house. I never go to the reaping with my family; they don't care for me as they care for each other. With my father being a Peacekeeper, we don't live too far from the town centre and Janus and I reach the town square a good five minutes before the reaping is supposed to start.

"See you later." I nod to Janus as we separate our ways, having registered, as he heads to the 17 year old and I make my way towards the 16 year old boy section.

I don't need to look at the boys around me; I won't care for them and won't need them when I'm in the arena. I look at the tributes in front of me, which ones look as if they are going to volunteer. I want to know who I am up against. I can't wait to get going, I can't wait to volunteer, to do what my older sister and mother never got the chance to do. This will be my year; a Jett will be a Hunger Games Victor.

FEBRUARY MARYN (16)

Sweat drips down my face as I try to wipe it away, at the end of another training session. There are a couple of noticeable absences in today's session, they know it is Reaping Day and they don't want to be seen so ashamed when they aren't picked by the Head Trainer, Lynn, one of the many Victors that have come out of the Games from District 2. We all want to be like them, strong, powerful, well respected and perhaps most importantly, alive.

A piercing whistle makes everyone freeze in their places as we hear a call come across the Upper Training Room, where the older trainees, those who are 15 years or older, work out. "Get your sorry asses over here, we have one hour until the reaping."

An hour? That doesn't give whoever gets the prestigious opportunity of volunteering, even a glimpse of time to get themselves ready other than throwing on some more decent clothes than what we train in. I stand towards the back of the four circles that are made around Lynn. We all know how this works, well the 15 year olds are following our lead, and as a 17 or 18 year old is expected to be chosen, they make up the first two circles.

Lynn turns slowly, her features contorted into a smirk. "I'm sure you will have noticed that sound of our number are too cowardly to face defeat today." There are a number of smirks including my own. "But none of them will have the honour of representing District 2. Instead, the female volunteer from District 2 will be," she pauses dramatically and not a sound can be heard, I am eager to hear who it is, "February Maryn."

What? Me? All eyes are now trained on me and my mind feels numb as I push my way through to the front, they eyes of the 18 year old girls glaring at me is unnerving. Lynn claps me on the back before smirking once more. "And as a special treat, there will not be one chosen District 2 male volunteer; you have to get to the stage first." She nods. "You are dismissed."

I can't look at any of them as I grab my bag and sprint for the door, my heart pounding and that's not from the exercise. I have so much to do in the such short space of time of an hour to get ready and then be out to the town square for my time to shine. I don't think the shock has still settled in, I will be volunteering! I will be representing the great District 2!

Almost an hour later, I rush into the town square, just as our escort walks out onstage. I chose my outfit carefully, gold and silver will make me noticeable make an impression on the other tributes and I slip into the 16 year old female section as the video that I know almost off by heart. I'm on the balls of my feet, I want to get this over and done with, I want to go to the Capitol!

"And now for the reaping." Our infuriating escort who is all colour and no content, smiles widely as she goes over to the girls' reaping bowl. "And now for the girls." I glare at all those around me and edge my way to the front, ready to run. "Annabelle Hittite."

And I run, shoving my way past all of the girls who are trying to run but they have nothing on me. They know that it is my year. Pushing the last girl out of the way, I jump onto the stage to smile at the escort. "My name is February Maryn, I volunteer as tribute."

The escort doesn't look at all surprised; she is used to it happening every year. "And now for the boys." She smiles and makes her way to the bowl. Honestly, I don't know why she bothers when there are two volunteers every year. "Drake Ho."

A surge of boys run up, there are more than the girls because not one has been chosen specifically. But it is a skinny, wiry dark skinned boy who I've seen a few times at the training centre who races up to the stage and manages to fend them off. He is breathless and I am confused by hm being here, he doesn't look the type to win. "My name is Aries Jett." There is a cheer from the 17 year old section. "And I will be your Victor!"

Yeah, somehow I doubt that.

ARIES 'RI' JETT (16)

The Justice Building is fantastic, the room that I am in is plush and filed with deep rich colours and I sit with a sigh down in the room. I did it, I beat the other boys and I am going into the arena. This will show my family that while I might not be power crazy, I am a fighter and there is no way that I am going down without them knowing why I am doing this.

I have an hour to say my goodbyes but I don't know if any of my family will come to say goodbye. I hope that Janus and Dione will come; it would be good to see them again for perhaps the last time, perhaps not. That is the thing about volunteering when you don't tell anyone, you can't know what people will say, how they will react.

The door open and I breathe a sigh of relief as Janus comes bounding in, a wide look on his face. "You volunteered? Why didn't you tell me you were going to?"

I shrug. "As I said earlier, the pure thrill of what could happen. I mean, I'll get to go to the Capitol, I'll get to see what it is like."

Janus holds up a device that I instantly recognise as our little device we use as a radio. "You made it onto the radio! Your name came up just as I managed to get a signal."

My eyes go wide, my name? I hadn't expected us to get a signal. "That's great."

Janus takes a deep breath and pats me on the back. "You'll come home Ri, I know that you can do it. Dione couldn't come, she was caught up by the Peacekeepers trying something stupid but she asked me to wish you the best of luck."

I smile, glad that Janus was at least able to pass on the message. "Tell her thanks and hopefully I will see you two in a matter of weeks."

Janus shoves something into my hands. "Can't you have not having this in the arena can we?"

I look at what is now in the palm of my hand, it's my ear buds. "Thanks Janus."

A Peacekeeper enters the room. "Get out, time's up." He speaks gruffly and Janus nods to me as I reply in kind as he leaves the room. The door doesn't close though as my family burst into the room, all five of them.

"What were you thinking Ri?" My mother immediately envelopes me in a hug. "I told you I don't want any of you to volunteer."

"Oh come on Mum, of course he was going to, just to show off." Cassiopeia glares at me and I glare back in kind. Ever since she never got the opportunity to volunteer, she has hated the idea that any of us three boys could have that opportunity.

"This was supposed to be my year, you know." Scorpius is right by the door, he hasn't come near him. "You better not mess this up Ri. If you die in there, I will kill you."

"He's not going to die." My father's even voice quiets all of the anger that is in the air. He pulls me into a firm hug and pats me on the back. "Good luck son, I have faith in you."

I smile; at least one of my family members has some faith in me. I pull away and look at Leo who looks a little lost. He is going to be a good Career one day, the rest don't notice or don't care as he is only 13 and I bend down so I can look at him in the eye. "Keep training Leo, you can do it."

He breaks into a wide smile. "Just don't die Ri, I know you can win."

"Time." The one word that breaks my family from me, a simple thing that I don't have much of now, perhaps. My mother pulls me into an embrace, her eyes still brimming with tears a little before she is torn away.

As soon as they leave, I sit back down. I have to wait now, wait to go to where my future awaits.

FEBRUARY MARYN (16)

I didn't have time to tell my family that I had been chosen so it was a surprised Darren and Klarisse who came to see me. I think Darren was proud, I hope that he is. He never got the chance to volunteer, he was never chosen by the academy so now he bursts with pride at the fact that his little sister is going to the games and that she was chosen. Klarisse doesn't understand, she is too young to get the whole picture of the fact that I might never be coming back. But I've been chosen by the academy; therefore my chances of surviving are extremely good. She thinks I'm going on holiday, that I was chosen to go on holiday and that was why we had to all go to the square. One day I suppose she will find out if I don't come back, she will understand.

Now they are gone, now Topaz has been dragged from the room, the hour of visiting time is up and I wait for someone to come and get me. I don't know who is mentoring me this year; I hope it is someone good who knows what they are doing. I doubt it will be Lynn as she has to keep up the training. We do have 12 Victors to choose from, the most from any other district, District 1 comes next with 10. Almost every district has at least 2 Victors, District 12 is the only exception as they were the ones who won the third Games and the Victor, a woman named Chiara Golding, died two years ago of a morphling overdose. Or was it alcohol poisoning? I can't remember, it wasn't exactly a big problem in District 2.

A woman enters the room and I smile as I see who it is. Enobaria, the last Victor from District 2, she won 5 years ago. She pauses in the doorway, looking at me, what I am wearing and my frame, she's making her initial judgement. If it's anything bad, I hope that I will change her mind in the few days that we have together for her to give me the last minute advise.

She nods, her mouth set in a grim line. "Not too bad." She jerked her head towards the door. "Right, let's get you on the train. The other reapings have already taken place about now so we'll be just in time to catch the reapings overview when the train is in motion."

I stand almost automatically. With the fact that I am now a contestant in their Games, I am surprised that there are no Peacekeepers accompanying us. I suppose they guess that Enobaria can take care of me and as I volunteered, the chance of me running away is rather minimal.

The train yard is just out the back of the Justice Building and I spy Aries, the other District 2 tribute, with Gloss, a Victor from 18 years ago but haven't changed, still look as menacing as the 16 year old who won the Games. He catches my eye and nods, I reply in kind before we enter the train and my mind forgets him as I take in the train. District 2 is well liked by the Capitol, hence why they ignore all the training, and we are wealthy but this is different. It is covered in colours of a variety, from the rich deep colours like that in the Justice Buildings and soft others, it is beautiful.

Enobaria doesn't say anything as she guides me through the train; we go past Peacekeepers looking at screens and just empty carriages before we reach a train corridor with five doors on my left. "This is where we will stay tonight." She says flatly. "You are in this one." She nodded to the second one but didn't open the door. "The food carriage is the one, that's where we'll spend the evening. The reapings overview should be happening in a couple of minutes."

She isn't completely emotionless like Lynn can be but she isn't exactly soft-hearted. Perhaps that is what happens when you win the Games, you forget that nice things can happen when all that happened when you were put through the Games, was death and gore. I look forward to seeing how I will come out.

What did you think? Did you like it? What do you think of the tributes?

Also, do let me know your thoughts on having sponsor points. I'm trying to work out if I can do it as it failed last time but I know sometimes that it is popular. Can't wait to hear what you think!

A couple of questions for you to ponder on/answer if you want:

Who stands out to you out of the two of them?

Who do you prefer?

Until next chapter,

PenMagic xx