Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

Note 1: I still need 3 more male tributes and 4 more female tributes. Any tributes submitted up to this point have been accepted.

Note 2: Thank you to Josephm611 and Axe Smelling God for Zebulon Steed and Kit Varose respectively.

Note 3: Yes, I will be going out of order with the districts due to not having tribute pairs in every district.

The Fourth and final note: Without further ado, the District 10 reapings for the 13th Annual Hunger Games.

Ennio Crust, District 10, Victor of the 5th Hunger Games

Another year, another two tributes, but at least this year he wouldn't be alone. Before last year, people had been saying that he was no good at mentoring because even though he had won his games, he still hadn't brought home another tribute for 7 years. They said that his long-distance strategy would only work once and that the game-makers wanted to see hand-to-hand combat. He was glad Darrel had proved them wrong and now he could focus on one tribute while Darrel focused on the other.

The mayor read both his and Darrel's names, and Ennio realized how much it meant to have somebody by his side during this. Ennio knew that Darrel was hoping to get the first back to back victors this year, but Ennio knew that it probably not going to happen.

Ennio watch as Cassia Diemer walked towards the reaping bowl, and he knew that she was hoping as much as Darrel that they would get a third victor up on stage next year at this time.

Cassia now reached into the girls reaping bowl and pulled out a name. Before either Darrel or Ennio realized it, she was already reading the name.

"For the girls," she said as she almost ripped the paper in half unfolding it, "Kit Varose!"

Just as she had said the name, the 18 year old section parted, showing a girl in a yellow sundress, with long, blonde hair down to her shoulders and grey eyes. Even though Ennio knew than anybody in their right mind would be scared about going into the games, he saw that she was smiling as she walked up to the stage and then she even waved to the crowd when she was on stage. Maybe, just this once, confidence would help bring the district a third victor.

Cassia, now eager to see who the male tribute would be, reached her hand into the other reaping bowl and pulled out a name. "For the boys," she said, careful not to rip the paper this time, "Zebulon Steed!"

Once again, the 18 year old section parted, showing a boy in a plaid shirt, whose hair, even though it was only a few inches long was still messy. At first, Ennio thought the boy would need the peacekeepers to get him to the stage, but eventually he started towards the stage. When he got to the stage, he didn't wave and he just stood there.

"Shake hands!" said Cassia, trying to get Zebulon to do something. Kit held her hand out and was ready to shake hands, but Zebulon wasn't shaking it right away. It took him a minute to finally shake her hand but even then it was only for a few seconds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your District 10 tributes!" said Cassia, and after it took Zebulon that long to shake hands, she had wanted to end the reaping right there.

Kit Varose, District 10 Female

She was ready. She felt that the games were all one big mind game, and she was always told she was clever.

"I'll get back home," she said to her mother, "and when I do you and dad won't have to work as maids and farmhands anymore."

"Kit, you do know that they are twenty three other tributes that are saying they are coming back home like you are right now," her mother said, "And no district has ever won back to back games, and only our district has two victors, they won't overlook you like most people did Tisha during the third games. Being in a district with two victors already means you might have a target on your back."

"I know that, but it's just a mind game!" said Kit, "I plan on getting a good sized alliance anyway, and then I won't be fighting alone. Besides, unless I win, Tanner and Trevor are just going to continue doing nothing and who knows how long you'll have to be a maid to Ennio and Darrel!"

"You might want to address them in a more proper form. They're the ones that will be sending sponsor gifts if you need help during the games." her mother said, "And for being their maid, they don't ask a lot of me and they treat me very well when they do ask me for something."

Just after that the peacekeepers came in and took her mother away. She knew that she would have to win the games to get back here. She just knew that there was a reason that she was reaped in her last year. She knew that if she could get a big alliance she could make it far in the games. Now she just needed the alliance.

Zebulon Steed, District 10 Male

It was after his mother had left that things had started to get weird in the room. He first noticed a change when the temperature dropped, but he just attributed that to the fact that the door was still open. He got up to close the door, but a figure stopped him before he could close the door.

"Do not believe everything you hear," said the figure, "they will be some people that may remember me mentioning you and the gamemakers may see you as a rebel like me."

"Who are you and why are you here?" said Zebulon startled by the fact that there was something talking to him, obviously from his past, but he couldn't place the voice.

"Do you not recognize me?" said the figure, "It has only been two years since my death Zebulon."

At that statement, Zebulon placed the voice to the figure, "Colton? But you died in the bloodbath of the 11th games!"

"That I did," said Colton, "as for why I am here, I am here to give you advice. Do not acknowledge that you knew me unless you are asked by the interviewer, and even then, say you recognize the name, but you didn't know me well. That will help you prove to the gamemakers."

"But you were my best friend," pleaded Zebulon, "I cannot just say that I didn't know you well."

"Well if you want to acknowledge that you knew me," sighed Colton, "At least say that you did not support my rebellious statements."

"I'll do that," said Zebulon.

"One more thing Colton?" Zebulon said after he turned around, but when he turned back, Colton was gone, and he was left to his own thoughts, remembering his past.