The pair from Two are here!

There are more spaces so if you are new, please submit ^_^ If you already have a tribute, you can submit up to two. I am working on sponsor system so that should be up soon.

Let me know what you think of Atlas and Selina, I hope I wrote them correctly!

Atlas Geo POV:

I watched the girl from two drifting near the surface of the water. I felt a smile creep onto my lips as my older brother, Zeus, swam towards her, grasping his spear. His arena made it hard for him to use weapons, the drag working against the careers rather than helping them. However, it also made their targets slower.

I gasped as he moved closer to the final tribute, my father cheered him on. We didn't see the sadistic pleasure in the young girl dying, we just saw on more easy target standing in the way of Zeus coming home.

I stood up and moved closer to the projected screen as he jabbed his spear at the girl, leaving a large gash in her leg as she tried to swim away from him. He groaned in anger he turned to attack her again but the dark haired girl slammed into his chest, forcing him above water.

My smile dropped as he gasped for breath. My father was now cheering for him to get back under the waves and finish the girl off. However, when Zeus tried to fulfill my father's wish, a foot broke the water, smashing into his face and shattering his nose.

I let out a scream as my brother fell forward, floating to the surface. It was a scream I had never heard before. It was laced with fear, guilt, and grief as my brother lay there, suffocating in the cold air, unaware of his death that was approaching.

I am a smart man who understands when something is a lost cause but even I cried for him to wake up. My father threw a photo frame across the room and stormed out of the house in anger, I should have feared the beating he would deliver later but all I could think about was Zeus.

When his cannon went off, after a few minutes, I fell to my knees, silent tears streaming down my face as I watched the District Eleven female announced as the Victor. She smiled and cheered for herself, not even showing the slightest bit of guilt towards my brother's death.

"He deserved death, if you ask me, anyone who goes after young children for the thrill doesn't deserve to be alive," these were the words that turned my grief into anger. She was a year younger than me, swimming in money with a goofy smile on her face. She even went as far to have her dark skin implanted with glitter so everyone would know straight away how idiotic she was.

These words from her victory interview echoed in my head as I watched our escort, Caro Gilmmer chose the male tribute for that year, she usually picked the female first but this year she decided to change it up.

I didn't even listen to the name she called as I stormed towards her, looking over to Augusto briefly. He gave me a nod of reassurance as I took to the stage. My father didn't support me when it came to volunteering. He said it was a waste of time like my brother. Augusto, thought different. He trained me, mentored me because he too, was affected by my brother's death and saw the victor as nothing but undeserving. He was more like a father than my real father was.

I waved and smiled at my cheering District while Caro chose this year's female. If anyone in my brother's arena deserved to die, it was Lelio, the girl who killed my brother. However, I couldn't kill her personally. If I was that dumb, I would have tried during her speech in Two, when she just gloated about her victory. I could kill her tributes, though. I would show her what loss was like as she watched her tributes die by my hands. Then after I won, she would watch every one of my tributes kill her's, every year until she broke.

She would be wishing that Zeus did kill her when my revenge was finished.

Selina Kay pov:

I stood with the other girls my age as Caro babbled on about how much of an honor it was to take part in the Games.

The girls around me swooned when Augusto walked onto the stage and then a few moments later when Atlas volunteered. I never saw the appeal, they were both good looking but Augusto was one of the most arrogant men I had ever met and it seemed Atlas could never have fun. He was never mean but he never smiled either, and it only got worse after his brother died a few years ago.

"Aw, Camille, I can't believe you get to be with them both," a girl in the row behind me whispered to the girl next to me. Camille Lewis was this years chosen volunteer, I had watched her train and she was deadly, she was also beautiful. She gave a small nod then turned back to the stage, fear in her eyes.

I sighed as Caro droned on about how amazing it was that District Two had another brave volunteer, it was no secret to Panem that we trained so I never understood why they acted so shocked when we volunteered and turned out to be deadly. It was the same every year so after six years of the big speeches, I learned to let my mind wonder.

I swayed back and forth, slightly as I watched a pair of bluebirds soar high above my head. They made sharp twists and turns, allowing the slight breeze. One swooped down towards Caro, almost knocking the purple hat off her head. I watched as the slip of paper was blown out of her hand, landing near my feet.

As I bent down to pick it up, the mayor urged her to pick another name. I unfolded the muddy paper and looked at the name. Hatchet Pertwee, she was a young girl who trained at the academy, about twelve or thirteen. She would have been somewhere near the front, unaware of how close she was to being a tribute. Not that she would have even made it to the stage. There was always a volunteer. I looked over to Caro who was back at her microphone with a new name, she was holding tightly onto the paper now.

"Selina Kayl!" She cheered towards the cameras. I gave a big smile as I turned to Camille. In most Districts, people looked to the reaped tribute but in two, we looked towards the volunteer. Camille avoided eye contact as she stepped away from me, earning gasps from the girls around us.

"Where is Selina Kayl?" Caro questioned, a worried look on her face.

"Please, Camille," I begged but the girl just turned away from me. I felt sick as two peacekeepers started to pull me away. This wasn't my year, I hadn't prepared myself, I hadn't said goodbye to my family.

As I was pushed towards the stage, some people from my section started chanting coward at Camille who snapped at them to shut up. Atlas gave me a sympathetic look as I walked up to the stage but I just turned my gaze away. I wasn't weak and I didn't need people to feel sorry for me. Another year of training would have been ideal but it was unlikely to affect my chances. All I could do now was to stand tall and show Camille how it was done.