Chapter 1- Reaping District 6

Jameson Spanner reassuringly squeezed his girlfriend's hand. Neither of them would be reaped, but Jameson knew that Shay was worried for her sisters.

"Don't worry, Shay. The tributes won't be any of us. It'll probably be someone we don't like. Everything will be fine. You'll see." Jameson softly said to his girlfriend, who straightened up and regained some of her usual sass. The young couple softly kissed each other before going to their sections of the crowd. Jameson glanced towards the crowd of families gathered to witness the reaping, searching the crowd for his mother and younger brother. He saw eleven year old Daniel staring at him and the two locked eyes. Jameson smiled softly, letting his brother know it would be alright, that he would get out of it. He heard the sound of a microphone being tapped, followed by the sharp screech of electrical feedback. Alithia Golde, the always smiling, always happy, escort from the Capitol, is standing on the stage.

"Hem hem," she starts, "Welcome, people of District Six, to the reaping for the 71st Annual Hunger Games! And, may the odds be ever in your favour. First things first, we have a video from the Capitol!" As Alithia spoke, the same video they saw every year came on to the screen.

Jameson zoned out until he heard Alithia say, "Well, wasn't that wonderful? We will now find out which lucky boy and which lucky girl will be competing for the title of Victor of the 71st Annual Hunger Games! Ladies first. Now, let's see…" Alithia's hand hovered over the girls' bowl, and Jameson was thinking Not Shay. Please, not Shay. Anyone but Shay. "Corophon Slede!" Alithia called. An athletic looking girl with short brown hair and blue eyes walked up to the stage. She looked confused, like she didn't understand what was going on. "How old are you, Corophon?" Alithia asked her.

"Seventeen years, four months and two days." Corophon's voice sounded strange, foreign, almost, as though she wasn't from District Six originally. Jameson couldn't help but smile at how precise she was with her age, almost like she was already counting down to her next birthday. Alithia let a high-pitched giggle.

"Now for the boys," she said, pulling a name out of the boys' bowl "Jameson Spanner!" Jameson froze. He looked round for Daniel, and started to bolt. He had almost reached his brother when two hands pinned him down.

"Are you Jameson Spanner?" a gruff voice asked. Jameson nodded, and the two Peacekeepers walked him up to the stage.

"Hello! How old are you?" Alithia asked cheerfully as the Peacekeepers let go of Jameson, who felt as shocked as the female tribute, Corophon, looked.

"Sixteen." Jameson said, trying to come to terms with what was happening.

"Well, isn't this wonderful?" Alithia asked rhetorically as the national anthem of Panem blared through the speakers. As the two teenagers were taken into custody, Jameson tried to start a conversation.

"Hi. What do you reckon the odds are of one of us winning?" he asked. Corophon stared at him blankly.

"There are 24 tributes. Districts One, Two and Four each have more than three times the number of victors District Six has. Also, if you add in the number of victors from Districts Three, Five and Seven, who all have about twice the number of victors District Six has. The remaining districts all have either the same number of victors or less. Therefore, there is a one in three hundred and sixty chance that one of us will survive." Corophon answered. Jameson had absolutely no idea what she had just said, but decided not to ask.

One hour. That was all he had to say goodbye. His first visitors were his mother, Daphne, and Daniel. Jameson threw his arms around his eleven year old brother.

"You're not to take out a tesserae," Jameson ordered his brother. "You can get by on the wages from the shop. And don't take anything they offer you. They'll only want repaying in some other way." He blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. He couldn't show weakness. He couldn't let his family see how scared he was, it would only upset them more. And, most of all, he could not die. His family needed him.

"Jameson…" Daniel began, taking something out of his pocket. "You know how you're allowed to take a token from your district?" Jameson nodded. "I want you to have this." Daniel handed Jameson a small silver washer attached to a piece of thread, the type they used to clean equipment.

"I'll take it. I'm going to miss you so much." Jameson said, before turning to his mother and hugging her.

"Good luck. You have your father's way with words. You can win." His mother's words reassured him, but he couldn't stop thinking of what Corophon had said one in three hundred and sixty chance of winning. He could beat those odds. He knew he could.

His next visitor was Shay. They spent about half their time in a warm embrace, before Shay burst into tears and Jameson started murmuring words of reassurance in his girlfriend's ear.

Before they knew it, their time was up. Jameson kissed Shay one last time, before the Peacekeepers took her out of the room. Another Peacekeeper then escorted Jameson to the tribute train. He stiffened as he got on board: his father had died saving people in a train crash.

Jameson and Corophon passed the train ride in silence. They were both fine with that: Jameson was playing scenarios and strategies over in his head, while Corophon didn't like talking to strangers. After about seven hours, the train began to slow down. Jameson glanced out of the window and saw that they were arriving in the Capitol. There were many strangely-dressed people standing outside, watching as the train went past them and pulled in at the station. Jameson tentatively started to wave at them. He could tell this was going to be a long week…

A/N: Hello! Thank you to Buttons301 for creating Jameson, and my dad for creating Corophon. This fic. will have a sponsorship system, which I will post details of on my profile. I will also post a list of tributes on my profile, so you can check to see if a spot has been filled before you send in a tribute. Anyone who can tell me in a PM with the subject 'Corophon Slede Anagram' what Corophon Slede is an anagram of, as well as who Corophon is (sort of) based on will get 50 sponsorship points! All reviews also get 50 sponsorship points, and they also encourage me to write more, so get reviewing!