A/N: Some more districts for you. :)
Disclamer: I do not own the Hunger Games, or the characters in this story.
(Please tell me if I need to change something I am doing wrong for your character!)
District 3
Ryan Laurent
I woke up on a bunk bed. I had slept very late. Where was I? When did I get there? Then I remembered I was at my best friend, Nate's house. I had escaped to his house when my mom came home, for the first time ever, and was showered with paparazzi and what not.
My mom advertises for television commercials and is a model for magazines. Everything she does is publicized and awed over. She barely comes home and when she does, it's a mess. One time she admitted to the cameras that she wished her daughter would be more like her. F.Y.I., that's me. It gets so annoying and stressful; I often look to Nate for help.
I climbed down the ladder from the top bunk, careful not to wake Nate.
Nate has dark caramel colored hair with gold highlights and striking green eyes. He is very protective over me when other guys try to drool over me. We're not really in a relationship, but I consider him part of my family. I love him like a brother.
I pick up my bag with my reaping outfit in it and trotted to the bathroom. I put on a light blue cotton dress and run my fingers through my dark brown hair. When I am finished preparing, I go back to where Nate's room is and find he is awake. He tells me he is going to get dressed to, but not after telling me I look pretty.
Naturally, I blushed.
After he finished dressing, we grabbed an apple to eat on the go to the reaping. I tried not to smile stupidly, because he looked so stunning.
"Ready for another reaping, Ryan?" he asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said. I couldn't say if I really liked the Hunger Games. I hated seeing other people being killed.
The square of District 3 was full when we got there. We went to the seventeen year old section and waited very patiently for the reaping to start.
When it did, someone dulled on and on about the history of Panem and then finally went to pick out a girl's name.
"Ryan Laurent!"
I stood there, a little shocked at first, but then stepped forward. Nate looked at me fearfully. The person who called my name congratulated me. I saw my mother in the crowd and a lot of cameras were on her to see her expression.
She didn't look scared. In fact, she looked relieved and happy.
District 3
Epoch "Mouse" Selio
Reaping day. Another way to say to the districts, "Hey, you guys are under our control!"
I angrily kicked my bed and watched it wobble. What if Tigress was picked in the reaping this year? I would never forgive myself for not protecting her.
Tigress was my best friend who was seventeen and had anxiety issues. All though other people despised her for that, I thought she was a wonderful person. I think she was beautiful, funny, and charming.
I turned the engagement ring I was going to give to her today over and over. I traced the designs on it that went up and down and around the ring. Today, I would propose to her after the reaping. That is, if she didn't get reaped.
I had a small lunch with my mother, Rain. My father, Rowan, and little sister Oceana, were taken away from the Peacekeepers. I was very little when that happened. I never knew why they were taken, and I never asked my mother about it. I guess I didn't really want to know.
I was dressed in a black dress shirt, khaki pants, and black kicks. I wanted to look nice, not for the reaping, but for Tigress.
My mother and I headed out in to the sunshine and breathed in the fresh air. We began our walk to the busy square.
When there, I looked for Tigress. I saw her, went over, and she smiled.
"Hi Mouse," she said. That's my nickname.
I said hello back and greeted her with a hug. We walked up the stage together and I could tell she was very nervous about the reaping.
"Don't worry," I said. "I won't let you get reaped, okay?"
Her eyes were full of worry, but she nodded.
All too soon, someone picked out a girl's name. I prayed silently as we held hands.
"Ryan Laurent!"
Oh, thank goodness, it was the famous celebrity's daughter. Not Tigress. I could feel her grip on my hand loosen. Now for the guys' turns to be frightened. Surprisingly though, I wasn't scared, I was just relieved that Tigress was safe for another year. I thanked my lucky stars.
"Epoch Selio!"
Tigress again gripped my hand with a new fear, but I felt confident. I patted her hand and stepped forward. She was safe, and that was all that mattered.
District 4
Skylar Reminda
Eating lunch with my family was a lot of fun. I liked watching them talk and laugh and have a good time. I sometimes piped a comment or giggled when a good joke was fired. The truth was I was really quiet. I liked to listen, instead of talking.
Derek was my nineteen year old brother who won the 54th Hunger Games, so we lived our life in luxury of Victor Village. Derek was funny, kind, and sweet.
Lacey was my seventeen year old sister who had a boyfriend and never stopped talking about him. Even though she was a huge flirt, she could be caring sometimes.
Jason was another brother who was fifteen. He was caring and protective of me.
My mother, Emma, was strict about manners, but loved fashion. She wore all the newest clothes imported from the Capitol.
My father was not alive because he died in a fishing accident the year before Derek won the Games. It was a very sad time, but we learned to keep him in our hearts and move on.
After a happy lunch, we all went to our rooms and got dressed. I turned on my radio and looked in my big closet for something stylish to wear. Clothes were more of my mother's passion, but I could find something good to wear too.
I picked out a green sundress to match my green eyes and black converse shoes. I resembled my father greatly, because of my black hair and eyes that were green. My other siblings matched my mother. Sometimes Derek joked about how different I was from them.
My siblings all looked nice, especially Lacey, who I thought picked out a dress way too short. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders and her smile was gorgeous.
We took Derek's car to the reaping and parked in a special spot reserved for victors and their families. Life was good when you had a victor for a sibling.
We were taken to a special reserved spot in the square, but Lacey, Jason, and I had to go up on stage.
"Good luck," Derek said. He gave us a reassuring smile.
I went to go stand with my friend, Leah Wellasor, in the thirteen year old section. She smiled at me and told me a funny story about what happened to her and her spaghetti dinner last night. She's the kind of girl who's hyper and random and never shuts up. She's a perfect friend for me. You know what they say, opposites match.
A high and mighty lady with blue skin from the Capitol smiled and plucked a fancy slip of paper from the bowl of girls' names.
"Skylar Reminda?"
You could hear the question in her voice. Was this the same victor from three years ago? No, it was his sister!
The cameras zoomed in at Derek and at me. The crowd was utterly silent, not knowing what to think. I calmly stepped forward, although my heart was about to explode from beating so fast.
The crowd went wild and clapped, realizing that a victor's daughter was in the Games. They thought I had a chance because of it.
I glanced at Derek in the crowd and he smiled nervously. But he couldn't hide his fear for me.
District 4
Blake Kaitz
I eat lunch in the cafeteria of the orphanage with my sixteen year old brother, Jake. We used to have a sister who was the twin of Jake, but she died in the previous Hunger Games. Our parents died when I was only a little baby, so I had no idea what happened to them.
Even though I had an orphanage life, I didn't let that bring me down. I made a lot of friends and hung out with some people at the beach. Girls came to me like a fly to a spider's web and it was a pretty good life. This year, I planned to volunteer into the Games, to revenge my sister, Talianna's death.
I had a pretty good chance. One of my buddies had a collection of weapons to train from. My personal favorites were the spears, tridents, arrows, and knives. They all came to me easily. And after many years of watching the Games, I played many different strategies in my head if I were in that arena. So, I guess you could call me ready.
After a lunch of soup and pickle bread, I dressed in old skinny jeans and a tight shirt. My brown hair falls over my sea green eyes in a wave. I put on my wooden amulet with a sun carved into it. It was a gift from my parents when I was a baby. Of course, they gave it to Talianna, who gave it to me when I was old enough not to choke on the thing.
The orphanage managers rounded us all up and took us to the square. It was busy and many people were running around. Thankfully, it was a sunny day and a sea breeze cooled us off.
We got into our age groups and waited. A girl's name was picked first. Her name was Skylar Reminda, a sister of a victor. She was thirteen and cute, but don't tell anyone I said that.
Next, a boy's name was picked.
"Jake Kaitz!"
I gasped. It was my brother and all the more reason to volunteer. The crowd would think I volunteered for Jake, my brother, and think of all the sponsors I would get for that reason.
"I volunteer!" I yelled loud and proud. The crowd seemed to remember someone with the last name of Kaitz last year, and when I told them my name, they went wild again. Two tributes that were already familiar with the Games! 'What luck,' they might have thought. They didn't seem to mind we were only thirteen.
Jake looked sort of relieved, but frightened for me.
I would win for both of my siblings.
