Just to let you know in advance, everything in this HG will be in third person limited. Meaning I don't use I, me, and we, and use they, them, her, him, she, and his. You can only hear the thoughts of the person I am focusing on for the chapter (or section), and I'll specify who that is.

Most people said past tense, so that's what I'll do. Thanks to all who have submitted them, though! BTW, any tense preferences that are submitted after March ends will not be counted. You don't really need to add them in now (it's already been chosen), but you can if you still want the points.

Annabelle "Belle" Soltis (sorry if I skip around between POV's too much - review if I do):

Belle woke, the merciless sun beating through her window and on her face feeling like fire. But then she realized what day it was. Reaping day. She smiled silently to herself. Today was the day that she would start to etch her name into the Capitol's history forever; she was going to volunteer herself for the 20th Annual Hunger Games. That is, if someone else didn't beat her to it. Dressing silently in her reaping outfit, a red tunic and black dress pants, she stood and slipped quietly out the front door. She wanted to arrive early for the reapings.

A few of the other 17 year olds had arrived, but only a few. None of them were her friends; to prove that point, several stiffened when she approached the small spot sectioned off for her age group. That is, all but one. One of the girls just raised her eyebrows and smiled coolly, as if amused by Belle. Must be someone who wants to volunteer. She waved over to the girl, putting on an amused face also, but this was returned by a small, slow but deliberate nod. As if she could beat her to volunteering.

"Hm," Belle said softly to herself. Then, under her breath, "We'll see about that."

The next few minutes passed slowly, but definitely worth it. Belle watched every new person that showed up, studied them, sized up her competition. Oh, she knew most of the kids in her district, but needed to know exactly how nervous or calm they were on reaping day. All she had to do was volunteer first. Easy.

Only one other person besides the first girl looked like they'd volunteer. That wasn't a problem, however; he was a boy. His name was Range Adam, and he looked ready to volunteer himself to the death match. Trouble was, he looked pretty hard to beat, if it came to that.

Finally, the last few people trickled in and the mayor began to drone on his little speech. The history of Panem started when, blah, blah, blah, Belle really didn't pay attention all that much, or care, for that matter. After what seemed like hours, a tall woman with bright orange hair bounced to the stage in skyscraper neon orange heels that looked extremely painful to wear.

"Thank you, Mayor Hendlaw!" She applauded appropriately, although no one bothered to join in. "Now comes the exciting part... the reapings! Ladies first!" Her shrill voice hurt Belle's ears, and she wished nothing more than to cover them with her hands, but now it was crucial to pay attention and wait for the words that would let her volunteer. The woman, named Flenci, dug her hand deep into one of the big glass orbs that sat, propped on the stage. Finally she settled for a slip of paper and read the name. "Shine Featherdrop!"

It's riddiculous what people name their kids these days, thought Belle discontently as she watched a small slip of a girl, just twelve years old, tremble to the front of the stage.

"Hello, Shine!" Flenci screeched. Belle glanced, rather quickly, over to the other girl and saw her tensing, ready to volunteer. I'll just have to be faster, Belle thought. Wait for the magic words... "Now, do we have any volunteers?"

"I vol..." the other girl started, but Belle was quicker.

"I volunteer, Annabelle Soltis, for the girl tribute!"

"All righty, then! Shine, you can go back down." Shine looked at Belle gratefully as they passed, but Belle hardly noticed. She was concentrating on how she stood, her posture, the way she walked... she felt the eyes of every male there that day follow her as she made her way up.

"Annie Belly?" Flenci screamed.

"No, Annabelle, but I go by Belle," she said once she finally reached the stage.

"Okay, Belle! Take your seat beside your mentor, now!" The high-pitched voice pieced the air as Belle slowly, deliberately, took her seat. But not before shooting the other girl an obvious smirk. The girl glared back at her.

Range Adam:

After the othe girl had sat, Range waited, rather impatiently, for the next part: the reaping of the boys.

"Okay!" Flenci yelled. "Boys, it's your turn! How exciting!" With that little burst of unhuman noise, she shoved her once more into one of the reaping balls, this one the boys'. Finally grabbing one, she called out the name of a smaller 14 year old boy, who looked like he definitely did not want to go into the arena. "Any volunteers?"

"I'll volunteer!" Range shouted up.

"Ooh-ooh, another volunteer! Do you have a name?"

"Range. Range Adam." He had volunteered, of course, for his girlfriend, Lilliana. He had to prove himself to her, prove what he could do. So, naturally, the only way to do that was to volunteer himself for the death match.

Range strode calmly to the stage and took his seat quickly, raising his eyebrows as if in amusement.

"Well," Flenci screeched, "We have two volunteers this year! Maybe we'll have another victor! Let's hope so! So let's all cheer for Range and Annabelle!" A cheer and applause erupted, only to instantly die out as the mentors quickly swept away Range and the girl, Annabelle, into District One's Justice Building.

***Kind of short, I know. If you were wondering, I am not saying what passes between the tributes and their visitors unless I deem it important. So, to the creators of Range and Belle: Don't get this wrong. I like these tributes. And if I find it necessary later to include the words that they say to their visitors inside the Justice Building or if you (meaning anyone) can come up with a good enough excuse for me to, then I will. Otherwise you won't see Range and Belle again until the Chariot Rides.

Points as of District One Reapings:

A Green Tree: 85 points

fedora wind: 123 points

jdejm: 71 points

The Little Obelia: 53 points

Multifan101: 106 points

SazAnn: 149 points

Alston Lost in LOST: 166 points - our wealthiest sponsor (jasonporlar gave you some of his extra points... see note to PrimFan21 for more details)

Europa22: 63 points

PrimFan21: 90 points (jasonporlar gave Calista his extra points that he didn't want - that's why you have 25 more points)

Beth: 64 points

La Morgana: 65 points

HufflepuffForever: 8 points (is that right?)

Hey, if you just saw your points and said: "I have three, six, or nine (or in one case 11) more points than I used to and I didn't do anything different," remember, I (actually, I just BARELY remembered and hurried to catch up) give 3 points for short reviews and 5 for longer ones. Not including Arena Forms or tribute reviews. So yeah, that's why you (you know who you are...) have more points than usual.

If anyone has the wrong amount of points, please PM or or include in review AND WHY it is wrong so I can fix it right away.