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Jarves Hulio – 314th Annual Hunger Games Announcer

"Jarves, man, I'm telling you," my agent says to me, shaking his head. "You need to watch out for that Mandrid chick, she's trying to steal your job!"

This isn't the first time Kevin has tried to warn me about her, and I doubt that it would be the last.

"It's just hard for me to accept that, Kevin," I reply with a shrug. "She seems like a professional young woman to me. Why would she steep so low? Besides, the capitol loves me. You remember all the feedback we got from the last year's games? Especially when I did a little dance with that district six girl? The game makers need me."

Kevin wasn't convinced. He still gave me that concerned look where he raises his eyebrows higher than humanly possible.

"Just… keep your guard up. I'm not only your agent, I'm your friend." Kevin left the room.

I scooted close to my desk and covered my face with my hands. I then let out a sigh and got up to look out the window. From my office, there was a beautiful view of the lake. I saw a couple of fish taking advantage of their time together when a hawk flew down on them and grasped the bigger fish with its talons. There was nothing the poor fish could do.

I couldn't let this Mandrid situation get to me. I had to act like she wasn't on my mind or had control over me. She's a coworker with whom I have lunch with from time to time. Never has she acted vial towards me or shown any sign of a hidden agenda. She wouldn't do this. She wasn't like that.

And I had reason to believe so.

Lorial Mandrid – All Districts Escort

So far, this whole escort thing hasn't been so bad. I've finally reached district seven now, and by the end of the week I can head back to my home in the capitol and accept that promotion I truly deserve. And it's well deserved if you ask me. I didn't even lose my temper when that district five punk tried to scare me with his pet rat. A pet rat! Who brings a pet rat to the reaping? I could still feel its whiskers brushing against my newly polished hands and reaching out to me with its grimy fingers… that kid was just BEGGING for me to take one of my heels and shove it where the sun don't shine…

Anyways, district seven reaping, here we go.

Beverly Jameson – District 7 Tribute

It wasn't working as well as I had hoped. Bretson was still completely focused on his book. Turning page after page. How is it that a lumberjack's boy can be so smart when the rest of his family wasn't? I mean, I'll be honest, I ain't smart. I was lucky to pass the eighth grade. Bretson on the other hand, he's a genius. He reads all kinds of books that I don't even understand the title to. I kept pelting him with pinecones anyway, because I knew he would react to the torment eventually.

"Would you cut it out? I'm trying to study." Finally.

"Let's go higher," I said randomly.

"We're high enough. Besides, we have to head to the reaping soon." I took a rope out of my backpack and tied a slip knot on one end. My brother just stared at me. "Beverly… don't…"

But before he could finish I had already swung the rope to the closest tree branch, pulled tight, and jumped off my tree branch and swung around the pine tree my brother was on.

"Woo!" I giggled at the look he gave me and swung hard. When I let go, I made sure to do a 180 flip backwards and grab hold of the branch behind me. I then continued to swing till I was nicely perched on top the branch in ninja poise. Bretson just shook his head at me.

"You know, one of these days you're going to miss and we'll just see how amusing you find it when you're falling 180 feet to your death."

We heard a bell ringing and decided that we should head to the center of town.

Bretson Jameson – District 7 Tribute

Beverly and I put our harnesses on and tied the grappling hook around the tree trunk and descended to the ground. I might not be as wild as my sister, but I did find the rapid fall to be quite enthralling. Once we reached the ground, we detached our harnesses and sprinted for town.

"I bet I can beat you there," Beverly taunted me.

"I was two minutes ahead of you at birth, I'm sure I can be two minutes ahead of you now," I retorted with a wink.

"Challenge accepted!"

We both pushed out feet against the ground as hard as we could. Beverly was ahead when we came close to the stage. What she didn't know was that I was holding back. I let out all of my strength and flew passed her out of the forest.

"That… was… incredible," she said between breaths.

"Thanks," I said, barely breaking a sweat.

I glanced up at the stage and realized that the escort was giving us an impressive look. We had missed half of her speech.

Lorial Mandrid – All Districts Escort

What ungrateful little shmucks. Being late to their reaping… how offensive! They should be on time and eager to serve their capitol. And not only did they disrespect the president, they've disrespected me! By interrupting my speech. I hope they're names get called and they suffer during the blood bath.

"Nice of you two to finally join us. Now, since you guys missed most of the show, I'll inform you on where we left off. It's time to choose the female tribute of district seven."

I placed my hand into the bowl and crossed my fingers that it was that brat's name.

"Beverly Johnson."

Beverly Jameson

I almost passed out just then, thinking the lady wearing too high of heels had said my name. I've never heard of this other Beverly, but I felt sorry for her whoever she was.

Lorial Mandrid - All Districts Escort

"Beverly Johnson, will you please come up here." There was no stir in the crowd. Everyone kept glancing at their neighbor with confused expressions.

Oh shit. I read the name wrong. This was not going to look good to my boss.

"I apologize," I said trying to remain calm. "It appears I read the wrong name. Forgive me; I must have had too much coffee this morning." I did a little jerky motion with my hand and the crowd chuckled a bit. Hopefully that saves my ass.

I cleared my throat before continuing, "Beverly Jameson."

Bretson Jameson

It was. It was actually my sister. I jerked my head towards Beverly who had her jaw wide open. She might be crazy, but her biggest fear is being alone. Why wouldn't it be either? We've never lived a day apart.

The peacekeepers took her by the arms and yanked her on stage. It took all my self-control to not jump on their backs and rip their heads off for touching her. She looked absolutely frightened.

"Hello sweaty," the insincere woman was saying to Beverly. "Tell us, how do you feel you will do in the games?"

Beverly was still in shock. I don't think she had ever been this quiet for so long. The lady seemed to be too impatient to wait on Beverly's answer.

"Okay well, let's move on to the boys then."

I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't let Beverly fight for her life alone.

"I VOLUNTEER!" I shouted, my vision starting to get blurry. The lady rolled her eyes.

"Alright punk, tell us, what is your name."

"Bretson," I stuttered a little. "Bretson Jameson."

"Oh, how very interesting, I thought you two looked alike. Twins? In the games? This should make things exciting."

Bretson and Beverly – Train ride to the capitol

Beverly was sobbing. Not necessarily crying, just sobbing. Bretson moved to the chair closer to her and brought her in for a hug.

"Beverly, please, calm down. It will be okay." Beverly continued sobbing.

"No, Bretson, it won't be."

"Sure it will, Bev. We'll get to the games and think of a strategy. We're good climbers right? And scavengers? We've been fending for ourselves since mom and dad lost their jobs. We can do this." That's when Beverly flew herself around and glared callously at Bretson.

"YOU DON'T GET IT!" she yelled for the first time at her brother. "One, if not both, of us is going to die out there. There's no way we can make it," she paused. "Why did you have to volunteer?" Bretson was mad now as well.

"I couldn't let you do this alone, Beverly! Neither of us could do this alone! We need each other. What I can't do, you can do and what you can't do, I can do. We will figure it out. We will figure this whole thing out—together."

Beverly stopped crying. She admired her brother's optimism. It was something she greatly lacked.

And that's that. I have one, maybe two, more tributes I'm going to put in as main characters unless anyone else submits more. Also, I'll be sure to write the full list of tributes (even the blood bath ones) so you all can have a reference for the fallen. Remember, REVIEW!