District Five

Escort: Sprite Werome

Mentor #1: Jeremy Falkner, Victor of the 91st Annual Hunger Games

Mentor #2: Helga Washton, Victor of the 77th Annual Hunger Games


Sabrina Volta (16), District Five

My brother and I grew up pretty close. Being twins helped us connect with each other like most siblings can't, and being opposite genders meant we could gossip about crushes without feeling embarrassed. I hooked him up on a fair amount of dates, and he did the same with me. Whenever boys tried to wrap me around their finger, Martin was always there to stop them. And whenever he came home heartbroken and sobbing, I would be there to dry his tears and tell him that life will go on, even if Susie Baker won't go out with him.

So on a day like today, we were both terrified of losing each other. What would the world be like without Martin? How could I ever go back to the way things were, if he was only a memory? Unlike most twins, we can't volunteer for each other. If one of us is Reaped, then they're going into the Games. End of story.

"Good morning Sabrina," whispers my mother, sitting down on my bed to help me braid my hair. She's wearing some of her nicest clothing from when she was young, but it's awfully tight on her now larger frame. I admire her bravery, though.

"Morning Ma," I say, glancing up as Martin enters the room. He's always been the goofy and more outgoing one, which gives me an excuse to be silent today. But it's hard to feel sad when Martin is in the room; it's as if he's constantly radiating cheerfulness and light.

"Ready for the Reaping, Little Sis?" he asks jokingly, referring to the fact that he's two minutes and thirty-three seconds older than me. Sometimes I think our parents are lying to us because I'm years older than Martin if you factor in maturity.

We all walk to the Reaping together, knowing very well that this could be the end. We might never see each other again. I'm just hoping the odds are in our favor like they are every year. Unfortunately, almost every kid in Panem is thinking the same thing right now, and someone has to get picked. The odds don't really matter when you realize that every kid has the same odds.

Poor Sprite. Escort Sprite Werome is different than most because she seems to dislike the Capitol's standards for her. She wears the grotesque clothing and undergoes the painful beauty regimens needed to be an escort, but she never seems to truly enjoy her job. The President must be starving her as well because Sprite is skinny enough to be mistaken as a toothpick. Her knees wobble weakly as she stands on stage, and her frame is very unproportionate in comparison to her massive, altered breasts.

"Hello District Five!" she calls with forced enthusiasm, "We're here today to conduct the most important ceremony in Panem history. The Reaping."

The crowd falls silent as the dreaded words are spoken. Even Sprite seems to darken up a bit after they echo throughout the town square, knowing that she's about to send two children to their deaths. Five hasn't had a Victor in twenty-five years when Jeremy Falkner won. Our only other living Victor is Helga Washton, who won almost forty years ago.

Basically, any child who gets Reaped has been given a death sentence.


Dorian Fritz (18), District Five

"Maybe we'll luck out and watch you get Reaped today!" taunts my father, "I can't say I wouldn't enjoy it. After all, I have plenty of other boys to replace you with." He's sitting at our kitchen table, Peacekeeper boots propped up on the table. His white uniform is dotted with dried mud flakes, and his whole body reeks of tobacco and alcohol. Every time he laughs, his potbelly jiggles and sprays mud onto the floor, leaving my mother to dash over and sweep it up.

Basically, my father is a creepy, cheating, lying, flabby, alcoholic, drug addict, dirty, selfish, Peacekeeper general. He has ten other children with ten other women that we know of. But unlike most men that cheat on their wives, he's not afraid to brag. And my mother is too naive and kind to do anything about it.

A normal boy would tell the Peacekeepers, where they would most likely throw the father in jail. The districts may be trash, but the Capitol tries to stop violence and sexual abuse whenever they can. Otherwise, all their tributes would pregnant drunk addicts. But I am not a normal boy. My father is a Peacekeeper general, and he's not helping the district. So I take crime into my own hands.

You'd be surprised how much crime you can find after patrolling the streets for an hour. There's robberies, pickpockets, random shady men dragging women into alleys….. It's a scary world out there. My goal in life is to make the world a better and safe place for people, and I feel that I've accomplished that so far. At least once a month I'm dragging crooks to the jail building, where they're imprisoned by the lazy Peacekeepers of Five. I check on the jail every day, just in case one of them managed to escape.

But of course, no normal boy can hunt down criminals and fight bad people. I was trained by my father's best friend, Peacekeeper John. He and my father were playmates and neighbors as young boys, but one turned out well while the other turned rotten. John quit his job as a Peacekeeper after realizing things weren't ever going to change, and he now lives at the edge of District Five. Training me gave him closure that things could turn out okay after all.

I can't do it all alone, though. School friends help me raise money for the women my father has left so they can take care of their young children as single moms. There's only ten we know of, but I'm sure there's more out there somewhere.

Taking care of the district is my duty, and I wouldn't have it any other way.


Sabrina is tall for a girl at 5'6'', and has brown hair with light blue eyes. Dorian is 6'1'', has olive colored skin, and has short black hair. He always has a serious look on his face.

All the escort positions are taken, as well as both District One mentors, both District Five mentors, and one District Seven mentor. We still need two mentors for all the other districts, as well as one stylist per district. I don't care how many you submit (Silver submitted all 12 escorts XD).

Also, feel free to send in a second tribute if you've only sent one. I'm pretty much accepting anything at this point, so it can be a crappy bloodbath if you want.