Yellow Light.

The light is blinding my eyes, as the soft walls eat us alive.

Nelida Callous, District Two Female.

My mind races as I take a seat, my eyes locked on the curtain. I wonder if they'll let me do it myself? I bite my lip and look down at my covered body, skin bared. I totally forgot about this bit. It was one of the few things that were keeping me from coming here - and I literally mean a few things - but the positives outweighed the negatives. There wasn't much stopping me.

The woman steps around the corner, her eyes tinted purple.

"Are you Nelida?" she says, emotionless. It makes me feel better that she isn't peppy. I nod, and her straight lips peel into a smile. "Oh, you look so scared!" she cheers. Great, just what I wanted. "Oh dear, please don't be afraid. I'm sure a lot of work isn't needed. You look better than most filthy children."

She crosses the gap, fingers flexing for the metal table nearby. I take a few deep breaths as she places the cold soap to my shoulder. Everything inside of me wants to scream, but I bite down on my tongue until I feel the warmth of blood.

"Nelida, tell me about yourself," she moves the soap down my body slowly, making my spine shiver and my toes curl. "Oh I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Havartia, but you can call me Hattie. So go on, what's life like in District Two."

"It's fine," I answer shortly. It isn't enough to quench her thirst, though, and she prods me with a laugh. "Um. It's... average."

"I'm sure your family are so proud of you for doing this. I hear District Two can be hardcore for the Hunger Games!" she says gleefully.

The mention of my family makes me wince. Yeah, well, it's something she's never going to really know. "Yeah, I guess."

"And can I just say - between girls - that Caine is just yummy. I think you should test your luck with that hulk of bronzed chocolate!"

Caine. Oh, him. I didn't take much notice of Caine on the train. He didn't talk either, so I guess he's my favourite person so far. It shut Siryn down straightaway, when she babbled on about something. The only thing with Caine is, he always looks troubled. I might be troubled, but I try and hide it. He seems to wear a constant brooding look.

Havartia moves the soap down my body further. I close my eyes, forcing a small smile on my face. Maybe she'll think I'm enjoying this when my skin feels like it's crawling.

"Are you going to be participating in the Career alliance? I heard from the grapevine that your chances are better this year. Sponsors lined up for miles. Isn't that just super?" I open my eyes, just in time for her to lean into my face, grinning from ear to ear. My whole body tenses instantly, and she notices. "Dear, you look tense."

"Excitement," I lie. "Enjoyment. A mixture of the both." I attempt a weak smile.

"I can totally agree. I miss my daily massages," she prats on, going back to scrubbing. I clench my teeth and allow her to finish whatever it is she's doing, all the while trying to rid the images from my mind. Every time I've been touched, it's been... it's been... no, no it won't happen here. But it doesn't hide me from it long. I open my eyes again, watching as Havartia moves away with a grin. "All done. Go and look in the mirror!"

But as I walk over, I only see the skin that isn't marred or ruined. Nothing physical to show, but mentally, it's a whole story. At least they can't get to that.

I smile weakly again. At least when someone touches me in the arena, I'll be able to react the way I've so desperately wanted to for years.

Calder Lachlan, District Four Male.

The elevator door opens, and I walk out into the lights. Everything is so bright and loud, the noise deafening at first. It reminds me of a stormy sea, with the waves rocking and rolling. I move forward fast, not wanting to be seen or caught for a chat. I haven't even met my allies yet, and they've probably already judged me on being reaped, not a volunteer like the rest of them.

It was weird when I was reaped. For the first time in about three years, I saw my Father. He didn't smile the way I wanted him to. I wanted him to be miserable, to see the error of his ways, but no. He smiled because he got what he wanted. Me, into the Hunger Games. But I didn't say yes for him.

Octavian exits the elevator, accompanied by his sister, Odyessa. Both of them the reasons as to why my family broke. I should hate them - specifically Octavian for being the catalyst - but I don't. I'm tired of hate. Octavian walks over, a curt smile on his face. "Kiara, apparently, is having some trouble with her costume."

"As in, the girl fell over, tore it, and then needed it fixed," Odyessa inputs, unhappy. "The girl will kill herself. Watch. It's never happened before, but I've never met someone as idiotic as Kiara."

"My sister ever the lady," Octavian falsely smiles, before eyeing my costume up. "We're doing fishermen again, yeah?"

"I asked for it." I say, with many reasons behind it. For one, it's my job, the only thing I could do when I dropped out of school and supported myself, detached from a family that was poisonous. Secondly, well, I'm not looking to stand out. Fishermen is common; it's better.

"It's hideous." Odyessa comments.

I look around, trying to find the rest of my allies. Even though I'm reaped, Octavian says that I should be in the alliance. They apparently had this trouble before about a decade ago, and now the rule is that all tributes are accepted from Career districts. Someone only leaves if they want to. Maybe I should, but no. They'll be a quicker ticket to the final. I spot Carnelian and Caine talking, their clashing suits and obviously false smiles.

Temperance is nearby, but I'm avoiding her. Something about her attitude at volunteering creeps me out. She leans over, giggles again, before throwing her head back. I'm avoiding her at all costs.

Just then, a few tributes begin to climb into their chariot. Once it's even, I climb, not waiting for Kiara. I don't even know where she is. I scan the elevators - surprisingly desperate to see her face; she reminds me of Mera a lot - before Octavian appears.

"I know you from somewhere," he says absently, not even to me, just at me. "It's the last name. Lachlan. Wait, didn't we have your sister a few years ago?"

I gulp thickly, pushing the anger and hatred for the whole of Panem down into the pit of my stomach. "Yeah." I answer shortly.

He shrugs, like it's no big deal. "Sorry about that. She's one of the youngest volunteers we've ever had."

"I know," I reply harshly, and Octavian's eyebrows rise. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he looks over his shoulder at Odyessa, just as Kiara comes out. She instantly starts to berate the short girl. "I understand siblings and that to a tee."

Odyessa points towards the chariot and Kiara comes running, eyes wide and lips open. As she reaches the machine, she stops, trying to climb up. Octavian watches on with a smirk. "Octavian?" Kiara quietly says. "Can you help me up? My dress won't lift that high on my own."

"Ask Calder. He's your district partner, after all," she turns to me, a smile on her face. "Go on Calder. Help the lady."

Obediently, I bend over and grasp her hand, hauling her up with ease. "Thank you so much," she chirps, grinning wildly. "I'm so glad you're here, Cal. I don't know what I'd do without you," she even sounds like Mera now. "Hey, Cal, do you think the alliance will be okay?" I follow her eyes towards Nelida, emerging with a plain expression. I shrug. "Well at least I have you. We can do this together!" she gasps, like it's the greatest idea ever.

"Yeah," I mumble. "Sounds great."

Quinn Tarly, District Seven Female.

"Just do your best. Smile, wave, just anything," Maple suggests. "Don't be in the background. It'll be worse than gaining attention for the wrong things."

That doesn't make much sense. "Okay. I'll try my hardest." I weakly smile.

Maple smiles. "Okay then, up you go," she helps me up onto the golden chariot, just as Opax and Ash come walking over. "I'm sure Ash can help you."

Ash could probably help me, but I wouldn't ask. I'll probably weigh him down too much. Ash smiles, looking around in awe. "This is insane. If I didn't know where I was going in a few days, I'd clap for Panem's artwork," Opax chuckles, and Ash looks at him with a smirk. "I'm serious. But yeah. I helped with the outfit as well."

"He didn't," Opax laughs. "He thinks he somehow inspired the stylists."

Ash laughs so loud, a few stray tributes turn to look. There eyes then turn to me and I have to will myself to stay strong. "I might've. I said that complex designs were great!"

"Right, stop talking. Up you get, Ash," Maple encourages him. Ash leaps up, his costume rustling. I look him up and down before looking ahead. Next to him, I look like nothing. No-one will remember me. I'm glad for that. Maple leans pass Ash to me. "Remember, smile."

Ahead, the doors opens. Light pours into the Remake Centre, and as Ash stands by my side, I can't help but dread what is about to come. I know what will happen and I don't like it. Everyone will be watching me, expecting me to do something spectacular when all I want to do is shrink into myself.

They'll never know, though. I'll just bottle it up like I've always done. Ash is okay; people saw what he did at the reaping, and now they'll love him. Sponsors will be flooding in even though we only arrived in the Capitol today.

"Hey Quinn," Ash whispers, knocking his suit into mine. We're carefully constructed paper cranes and a piece flutters down. "Oh, oops," he comments absently and bends to pick it up. He seems out of it, looking around before putting it in a totally different place. I can't help but wonder. "Anyway, hey Quinn, I was wondering if you spoke to Opax about sponsors."

I shake my head, the urge to step back from him at a high. It's not like he isn't nice, I'm just not that good with people. "No, I'm afraid not. Sorry."

"Ah well. It was just about sharing the money and everything. No matter who gets sponsored, the money will be pooled together. It was his idea. I quite like it." he smiles.

Inside, a weight is lifted. Ash will get a lot of sponsors, whereas I'll get none. I have a back-up now. A small smile creeps on face but it's wiped away, the chariot lurching forward. The chariots begin to melt into the light, before we're too consumed.

It takes a moment for my eyes to readjust. When they do, though, I wish I was still blinded. The cheers are deafening, the looks even worse. I take a deep breath and stare forward. From my side, Ash begins to laugh, waving madly at the crowd. He seems like a little kid, but I'm sure the reality will catch up for him. The same people cheering for his attention will be cheering for his blood soon enough.

I keep looking around, mind whirling. With each look, I want to disappear, and I have to urge myself to stay rooted on the spot. I doubt anyone has jumped and run away before. I don't want to the first, let alone remembered forever for it.

My eyes land on the District Six pair in front of us, hefty suits large and boxy. They look like metallic crates with heads. In front of them, though, it gets even worse with District Five's large headdresses, shaped like solar panels. I guess we got the better costume. I should be thankful, but it's something else they'll remember. By flying under the radar, I'll probably survive longer.

I see a Capitolite scream someone's name, and I turn, curious. The District Eight chariot is close behind, their costumes hidden beneath velvet blue robes that spill over the sides of the machine. My eyes meet the girl, Angora, I believe. A sweet smile peels on her face as she waves gently. For some reason, I seem to wave back.

"Oh, you've made a friend," Ash suddenly speaks, and it's only then that I notice Ash is looking behind as well. "Good. She seems alright. At least she waved back."

"I d-didn't..." I say, but the chariot halts abruptly. Ash chuckles again and I quickly look forward, feeling flustered.

Off to such a great start. If only I had someone I could talk to. I can only bottle so many things up.

Jem Calvert, District Three Male.

"Welcome tributes!"

"Welcome tribute," I scoff. "And welcome to the place that'll be cheering for your blood, but it's okay, because we're all so super pretty and awesome blah blah blah."

Sienna sniggers from my side. "I like you. You're a good person."

"Thanks," I grin, proudness swelling in my chest. "People often think I'm annoying. I don't see why."

"No no, I like it, it enhances your character," she continues quietly, both of our eyes locked on the towering lady up on the podium. "I like people with quirks. They provide the better conversations with their mannerisms and quirks."

I soon zone out of Sienna's talking, something in the distance catching my eye. It's the girl from District Nine, a couple of chariots to the side. She's smiling softly, hands clasped in front of her. She looks nice. There is something about her. Then, her district partner turns towards us. He seems to smirk and tip his head back. Anger boils inside of me; did he just look down at me? I hate when people do that!

"Well he's an asshole," I say, cutting through whatever Sienna was talking about. She looks in the direction I point, eyes curious. "He just gave me a dirty look. If he done it to my face, rather than being a coward and using distance, I would've punched that smug look from his face." I practically growl.

"Good. Go get him, Jem!" Sienna encourages.

I like Sienna. She seems really cool, and a lot like Amaran. I kinda miss Amaran and Nico, more so Amaran though. But Sienna is a comfort because she likes me. It's hard, because people don't tend to like my personality. She call me slow or stupid. It's all because of our stereotype, the quiet, shy, nerdy children. But, because I wasn't that, I was seen as odd. Even my parents treated me like I couldn't do anything right, like I was only good for whatever accolade I brought home.

"I wish you all luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor." Esmeralda finishes, stepping down.

"I wish you all luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor, but really, I've already picked the Victor blah blah blah." I chuckle in a baby voice, trying to ease away my anger. Sienna laughs again, before the chariot lurches forward. Sienna can't help but laugh again. "What's so funny?" I ask, smiling.

She bites onto her lip, hiding away her smirk. "I'm just excited. With you, I feel like we may have fun! And your imitations are hilarious!"

I bow, almost smacking my head. Sienna giggles again and I join. "Thank you," I say between laughs. "I-I just want to ease the tension."

Truth is, I do. This all sucks. If I can make it a little better before it all goes underwater, then I'll be happy. Neither Nico or Amaran would want to see me depressed. They'd want to see the chirpy, ditzy Jem that joined their unique friendship and family, not some shell that looks like me. As the chariot enters the Remake Centre, I hop down, Sienna leaping behind me. Our tight suits provide the best movement, so when I see Micro and Mercury coming over, I bend over. Sienna gets it instantly and leap-frogs over me, giggles and laughter erupting through the silence in the large room.

"You both look happy," Mercury smiles, and Micro nods in agreement. "I take it it all went well?"

I look to Sienna, who nods. "Yeah, I just it did. It can only get worse, though, right?" both of their faces fall. "Well we better make the most of it, before it's too late. Sienna, I'll race you!"

Sienna runs off, but Micro places a hand on my shoulder, halting me. "Jem."

"Aw, I'm going to lose now," I frown, turning to my mentor. "What? Hurry up, I can't let her win."

"You need to realise that, sooner or later, you'll have to take this more seriously," his tone is dangerously serious. Kinda reminds me of my Father. "Just... remember that, okay?" Mercury nods from his side, like they're suddenly ganging up against me.

"Sure," I shrug, smile wavering. "I mean, it's not like I'm not going to train or anything. I do want to go home, you know. I have reasons and people just like everyone else," I suddenly feel defensive. I broaden my shoulders and chest, to show them I mean business. "You have nothing to worry about!"

Venice Woitel, District Six Female.

Rhett growls again. I struggle to turn to him, the suit blocking me from basically anything. It's frustrating and I have to tell myself that it'll be over in a second. Then, Rhett growls again.

"Sorry," he mutters. "I can't help it. Vocal Tic and all."

I don't say anything. I'm by far not in the mood to argue, but bottling it up is better. I never win anything I start to begin with. It's just my bitter luck that everything happened to me, then I was reaped, my district partner seems to be vividly annoying on most occasions but I feel bad for even thinking of saying something, and to top it all off, I'm trapped in a box on a chariot, paraded around.

The chariot pulls to a stop. The lights shower down, bouncing the reflective surface of our costumes against us. For a moment, it blinds me, and I struggle to move away.

"Here," a rough hand grasps mine, practically yanking me from the chariot. I land on my feet hard, Constance's face meeting mine. "This costume is ridiculous. I don't know what Pavlova was thinking when she wanted to dress you us as metal shipping containers."

I shrug as Rhett stumbles down behind me, almost landing flat on his face. "It sounded like a good idea until I got the costume on. Then I just think... well, it's odd, to say the least." I answer honestly, one of the only times I've ever done so.

"Yeah, well, Capitol idiots for you," she grunts. "At least you did well. I didn't see any other problem except psycho's noises," she looks at Rhett, who shrinks into his costume. "But well done girl. Your performance was above average. You may just get some sponsors."

I highly doubt it. I don't exactly have the greatest of luck. It why the inside of me is bitter and angry all the time, but I can't show it. I can't show it because it's easier to hide what I feel, then say it aloud. Life sucks and complaining about it only seems to get me slapped even harder with problems. I smile weakly as Constance helps me from the costume, leaving me in the tight-skin black outfit underneath. She goes behind me to do Rhett.

As she pulls it up, his growl turns into a meow. "Seriously. Shut yourself up for once." she argues, but he only meows again.

"I'm sorry! It's not my fault!"

"Complete psycho," she says under her breath, plucking it over his head and long, black bangs. "You need to cut it out. This isn't the attention we want. You're making Venice look bad, you know!"

I instantly feel bad for Rhett, whose cheeks turn red. But, then again, she's right. Another good luck charm for me. If everything could go wrong, it would, just to spite me. It's as if some higher being really wants to see me ruined. Constance abruptly leaves Rhett, walking away. I look at him, expecting an answer. "I growled again." he says ashamed, bowing his head.

An alliance between us is out of the question. It's very man - or woman, in my case - for themselves. Rhett will probably drag me down, and since I'll probably face my own disasters and problems in there, I don't need to add another. But, I smile. "It's okay," I say, attempting to be a comfort. "I'm sure she'll get used to it."

"It's not like I don't try to be normal. Vocal Tic and all." he replies, sullen.

My hand twitches. This is all too much. I literally cannot cope with everything. Rhett's sudden depression over his weirdness. The expectations. The doomed failures. A crappy home life that, for some reason, I badly want to return to and now, I could die in a few days. It's hard not to feel pressured or agitated. I take a deep breath and count to ten.

I can do this. I've been through worse; the arena will be a walk in a park. A dangerous, deadly, killer around every corner park. But still. Easy.

Yeah right. Nothing for me is ever easy.

Aubrey Turner, District Ten Female.

Our chariot soon pulls in, and Haven bounds from the carriage, ignoring the straw hat the floats from his head. "Glad that's over," he grumbles, stripping the outer, plaid shirt off. "Where's the mentors?"

"They're probably somewhere. I can't imagine that they'd want to miss us dressed up as fools. Well, the other tributes at least." I answer.

"Yeah, who wouldn't want to miss a bunch of teenagers dressed up for a killing party. Oh, I'm sorry, did I say that aloud?" he rolls his eyes. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

Likewise. It's hard to think that, just this morning, I was back in District Ten, bidding my parents goodbye as I went to the reaping. I didn't have to take any tessarae; our family didn't need it. But it's going to be hard. I'm don't really talk to people that much. They always think I'm talking down to them, but I don't mean to. I think it, but I never mean to say it... I guess my brain to mouth just likes to abuse me.

Macaulay soon walks over, as the last two chariots pull in. A smile seems permanently planted on his face. "You guys did great," he beams, but Haven only snorts. "Quit that. You're not a pig."

I scan over his shoulder, trying to find Oxford, but the younger boy is nowhere to be seen. I idly watch as Macaulay tends to berating Haven about something. It feels weird, like I'm some wallflower, but I'm used to that. It's nicer to fade into the background than standout. Unfortunately, Haven isn't hard to miss with striking looks and a bad attitude, so I'll always be remembered as that "bad boy's district partner, the boring one". I guess it makes me feel better, but not that much. My stomach continues to knot as Haven storms away.

"He's going to drive me into an early grave," Macaulay sighs. "At least you aren't any trouble."

I smile slightly. "Thank you."

"Come on, let's help you down," I take his hand to help me down, feeling the cloth rub against my bare skin. Tears soon spring at my eyes, but I swallow them down. "I think that we should talk about training. Do you have any ideas?" he asks.

"I was just... I don't know. I might just go around and try what I can. Anything that's better than survival skills."

"They're just as important," he warns me as we walk towards the elevator. "Shouldn't knock it until you try it, Aubrey."

"I already know, but I think I know what's better." I reply, but it comes off colder than I wanted. I hold my tongue as the doors close.

An awkward silence follows as we rise. I can tell that Macaulay has taken it to heart. I doubt he's emotional, but people have always taken it to heart. One time, when I upset the girl in my class when I was younger, my parents told me that they'd fix it. The next day, the girl was all over me, showing me the brand new doll her parents had brought her.

The doors open. Macaulay steps out, turning to face me. "Aubrey. I don't know if you know, but you might want to be careful when you talk to people."

I nod curtly, walking away before he continues. I already know that. But, I guess, it's not like I have to make friends here. It's all about winning, not how well liked you are. I sigh, passing Haven's room. I stop abruptly, watching him as he sits on the bed, looking down at something in his hands.

Then, his head snaps up and his eyes lighten. "Checking out the merchandise?" he smirks.

I swallow thickly. "Hardly. I was just... wondering if you were okay, that's all."

"Why wouldn't I be?" he smiles casually. "I'm perfect. I couldn't be anymore perfect. You can come be perfect with me, if you wanted?" he adds with a wink.

"I think I'll pass. I have better things to do."

"Ouch, burn," he laughs. I grab his door handle, pulling it shut. "It's okay. The chase is the best part!" he hollers, before I close the door.

I slowly walk down to my room and go inside, locking the door. I need to be alone. It's so overwhelming, I'm surprised I haven't just broken down. I take a few deep breaths and fall down onto my bed. I don't know how I'm going to cope, whether I'm alone or with someone.

Corin Roscoe, District Nine Male.

I stir the powder and milk together, a sweet treat that reminds me of home. It's not like I wish that poverty-stricken, damp place that always brought me down, but the good memories usually stem from mornings where I had a milkshake ready, on stand. I pop the straw into the glass, making sure that Sian and Nicolet look over, their eyes watching with confusion. "What?" I ask innocently.

"Why are you using a straw?" Nicolet asks. I smile, placing the glass down. "You're ridiculous."

"I'd like to think I'm witty, alluring and mysterious." I counter.

"And I'd like to think - and I know - that you're ridiculous," she rolls her eyes. "You're no better than the rest of us. You don't need to be so almighty."

Truth is, I probably am better than the rest of them. I might not have worked my entire life, but my Father pulled us from poverty. Any of the others could do exactly the same, except the hicks seem to enjoy their simple way of life. "There's no need to be so hostile, Nic." I smile sweetly, hoping to win her heart so she'll shut up. Maybe if I'm sweet enough, she'll give me all of Sian's sponsor money, since she won't need it. I can practically hear the bloodbath calling her name.

"Call me Nicolet, not Nic." she answers, just as hostile as before.

I admit defeat by refusing to talk back. She's not going to be an easy win. My eyes fall on Sian, curled up on the couch. I bet she'll be easy.

"Hey Sian," I purr, catching her attention. "Do you think you could get me some fruit? I'm famished."

"Sure." she smiles, standing up and walking across the room.

"Don't think I don't know your game," Nicolet says when Sian is out of sight. "You can't play everyone you meet, rich boy."

"I don't know what you mean," I decide to play innocent. "I'm not trying to do anything. I think you're looking for an excuse to dislike me, Nic. Sian soon reappears and Nicolet glowers, but concedes. Sian hands me an apple. "Thank you." I make sure to touch her hand, turning her cheeks a tinted pink.

Sian will get killed because of her kindness. I can see it now; she'll hand the knife to the killer, encouraging them to stab her. She's also extremely gullible for falling for my tricks. If she asked around in District Nine, she'd realise that I get free candy and can have a massage whenever I like; I just have to ask one of the many girls who have fallen as well. Sian is far too flawed to be getting out of the arena alive.

"I think you should both get an early night. You'll be expected down there early tomorrow." Nicolet warns. Come to think of it, I think Remy went to bed early. Probably because he's realised that there's no point to him being here at all. Nicolet is probably the only important one but she's a bitch, thinking she's better than me. At least I come from money, compared to Nicolet who "stumbled" upon hers by being reaped.

I rise from my seat, Nicolet's eyes following me. "Sweet dreams, Nic." I smile, still playing the game.

She only glares as I leave the room. Behind me, I hear Sian follow, footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Her door opens and then it closes, leaving me alone. I can't help but stop, turning back. An idea pops into my head and I hurry for Sian's door, swinging it open.

She shrieks, startled. "Sorry," I laugh casually. "Just wanted to say sweet dreams. Come down in the elevator with me, yeah?" I add smoothly.

She blushes again. "Sure," she stutters. "I'd love to."

"Just perfect," I grin. "Well, goodnight," I step out and closed the door, seeing Nicolet standing warily by hers. "Have a nice night." I call to her as I walk ahead to my room.

This won't be that hard. I'm sure Sian will fall head over heels for me. From there, I practically have a human shield. Considering how kind she is, she might even sacrifice her life for mine. Yeah, that'd be awesome.

Carnelian Ritter, District One Male.

"Good luck boy," Aphrodite says, her tone eerie. She knew of what Caine said through his mentor, and now, she looks at me with such expectations, I can't help but feel pressured. Swift was even kind enough to tell me that the leaders always die early. "Just show them that you're strong. Ignore Swift. It's because it's too early, and his beauty sleep was ineffective clearly."

"Thank you," I say as I step inside the elevator. "I'll do the best that I can. No-one has seen a leader like me."

Temperance bounds into the small space, just before the doors close. I last see Aphrodite lips peeling into a sad smile.

The ride down to the Training Centre is quiet. I flex my fingers over and over, nerves rocketing inside of me. Despite a conversation with Caine, I'm still not sure about becoming the leader. It's always expected for someone in District Two to take the reign. But he willingly thrusted the position onto me, and now, I can feel the pressure. I just need to hide it behind a smile.

I glance over at Temperance again. She hasn't said a single word. "Um, Temperance," I begin. Instantly, I can tell she doesn't want to talk, but I need to ask. "Swift said that you might not be coming into the alliance. Is that true?"

She looks at me. "What kind of alliance is an alliance when people will die in said alliance?"

I can't stop my face from contorting into confusion. "W-What?"

"It's like waiting to die with the people you should trust the most," she recites, like she's reading a letter or something. She doesn't even speak that much, but clearly when she does, it's like this. She turns to me, her face shaping into a serious look, eyes as wide as possible, head tilted back. "It's not worth it. It's better to drive the knife in yourself than wait for the trusted person to twist it in your back."

"Excuse me? Y-You haven't answered my question?"

The elevator doors open and Temperance escapes, fleeing like an animal. I'm going to take her answer as a no. I frown, following the direction she went. Tributes begin to pour from the other doors. I notice Caine and Nelida almost instantly, the pair miles apart. Caine smiles slightly as I go towards him.

"Did you ask Temperance?" he asks straightaway. I put on a polite smile and shake my head. "Ah, so we've lost someone already."

Calder and Kiara soon join us. If anyone might've left, it would've been Calder. They stand awkwardly at our sides, Kiara clinging to Calder's arm desperately.

It's amazing at how detached we are; maybe it'll get better once we know each other more, but then maybe not. Caine seems nice. Nelida, well, she's lonesome, but I doubt she's against us. Calder looks very sullen, but it's Kiara that seems to be some sort of light. "Come on guys!" she chirps, still holding onto Calder. "Even if Temperance isn't joining us, I'm sure people are just dying to be part of our alliance."

"Not necessarily." Calder mutters bitterly.

"No, she's right," I speak up, knowing that every bone in my body is telling how wrong this is. I shouldn't be the leader; I don't trust my abilities enough. I should be better. No, Caine should be leader, but it's me. I'll just have to show them what I'm made of. It's a great way to prove myself and my worth! "There are a few likely candidates. We just need to choose carefully."

"And what do you suggest?" Caine cuts in. "I doubt people are going to be throwing confetti in the air. Plus, I don't think anyone looks nice enough."

My eyes fall on Kiara. "Well, either me or Kiara. Both of us could get someone, right?" I smile sweetly.

"Totally! Oh oh, we should make a challenge of it!" she answers enthusiastically.

"Attention tributes!" a louder voice booms. Everyone turns to attention, Kiara's giggly face fading behind Calder's taller figure. I turn, standing straight and making sure to smile. "My name is Maestro. In this room, today, tomorrow and the next day, will be something that could save you. I suggest you take this to your advantage and venture out appropriately. Remember, disease and other variables can kill just as swiftly as a knife. You'd be idiots to not look at the survival skills."

I look around, everyone looking glum. Even my allies don't look chipper. It's my leadership, I think bitterly, I'm not motivating them enough.

I'll have to make sure that they get better. For the sake of the alliance, I need them to feel better about this. I'll make it my mission!

Angora Knight, District Eight Female.

I can't tear my eyes away from the books, assorted on the floor in front of another station. I only noticed them when the girl from District Eleven had glanced over a few, before carelessly tossing them aside, calling them useless.

I go back to the book in my hand, flipping the cryptic pages, closely written lines about the different types of plants and animals. According to the trainer, you read these, and then you can take a test on it on the computer screen nearby, the same one that allows you to dissect woodland creatures to learn about pressure points and important veins and arteries.

"These are fascinating," I mutter in awe, running my fingers along the battered leather. Not many books are around, even in District Eight. Only school textbooks and work guides. But luckily, there are some, which were passed down through the generations. A "Murder-Mystery" was always my favourite. I enjoyed working out the clues and guessing the murderer before it ever happened. But, rules were strict. As much as I wanted to jump up and down and just tell everyone about it, I couldn't. If the Peacekeepers knew, they'd assume treason or something horrid. "Really something else."

"They're impressive, aren't they?" the trainer inquires. "Not many people care for books, seeing as they're basically textbooks."

"I like them," I smile. "I only wish I could take it with me."

"I can always keep it aside for you, if you wish to read it tomorrow?" the aging man asks. He seems so kind, not like the horrible rumours that I've heard about Capitolites.

"Would you?" I gasp. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it, sir!"

I pass him the book and he scurries behind the station, tucking it under the sheet. He smiles toothy before going back to his business.

I flick through some of the other books, certain things catching my eye as I read them more thoroughly. After an hour or so, I know all about medical stuff such as bandages and handling infections, as well as the best type of knife to use for butchering and skinning. It's disgusting; but I've read worse. Hopefully I won't be pushed to that extreme, though the odds are probably high. It's sad when you're forced into something you know you'll hate. I like animals as well.

"Hi," a small squeak comes. I turn, the District Seven girl shrinking into herself. Her curly, dark hair falls over her face, masking the insecurities I can practically feel. "I-I was wondering if I c-could sit with you. Maybe. You can say no." she mutters.

"Don't be silly!" I grin, patting the ground. "Come sit with me. I can show you some things, if you want?"

She sits down carefully, still looking small. "What's in these books?"

"Learning stuff. Kinda boring but it doesn't matter too much," I smile, trying to open her up. She seems so scared. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not dangerous or anything." I laugh.

But, I can see where she might be coming from. It's terrifying, knowing that someone will survive and the rest will be in coffins. I'm surprised no-one has ever realised that before. I guess I just have to hope I'll be that one winner. Even though that means this poor girl here will die... and Jute, and he's really nice... but it's the way we gotta go about things, I suppose.

I show the girl the books, pointing at the stuff that could be life-changing.

The bell blares, signalling lunch. "I never even asked you your name," I say as we stand. She stands taller this time, like she's more confident or at least comfortable. I can't help but smile, proud that she's a little more at ease. "I'm Angora, in case you didn't know. I waved to you during the chariots, remember?"

"Yeah, I do," she laughs lightly as we walk towards the canteen. The other tributes soon come along, and I wave in the distance to Jute, though he doesn't notice. "I'm Quinn. Quinn Tarly."

"Come sit with me?" I ask. "I don't know anyone else but my district partner, and he's a little... unconventional."

"Okay," she answers after a pause. A small smile creeps onto her face. Not a big one, barely noticable, but I can see it. It's a very good sign that makes me smile again. "I'd like that."

Reed Wolfe, District Eleven Male.

I quickly throw the ropes onto the floor, forgetting all motives I had. When that bell rings, my stomach responds.

Living in District Eleven has taught me one thing - that, when food is on offer, you stuff your face for what it's worth. You don't stop until you might literally explode. Whatever you can't eat, you stuff in your pockets and take home to the family.

I take my seat at the closest table near the door, setting down the tray on my table. Tributes begin to come in slowly, no-one really in pairs or groups. Even the supposed "Careers" come in two little groups, separated by the District Nine girl who looks sheepish, caught between.

When the last tribute is in, I lose a little hope. I hadn't bothered to ask Onatah to join me, because she seemed pretty closed in actually talking to me in the first place. I just think she's a little frosty. I'm pretty good at prying people from their shells, but any attempt, Onatah would crush it between her fingers. She's a pretty dangerous chick, even Kane thinks so.

"Yo," a voice says, causing me to almost spill my gelatin. I blink a few times, looking up at Cypress from District Twelve. I smile proudly; I had Kane teach me the names of all the tributes. Cypress I only remember because of that long, straggly blonde hair. "Mind if I sit here man? Place is full."

I glance over my shoulder. He's right; because everyone is alone, most people are sitting by themselves. Obviously, like me, he doesn't trust his district partner enough. "Nah, it's cool," I smile. "I'm Reed."

"Cypress," he jerks his hand across the table, which I eagerly shake. "God, I'm exhausted. It was not cool waking up so damn early."

I smirk. "You wouldn't survive a minute in District Eleven. I was up most mornings by the crack of dawn, sometimes even earlier, just to collect the orders and go picking."

Cypress snorts. "Fair play. Nah, I got to sleep in at home. They didn't even want me to get a job."

"Lucky." I gasp. I guess conditions in District Twelve aren't nearly as bad as they are in District Eleven.

"Guess not," he smiles smugly, shovelling a fork of meat into his mouth. "You been training with anyone today?"

I actually haven't. I guess finding an ally wasn't the first thing for me. I don't know, I kinda got enticed to spend time with a young trainer over at the net station. "Nah," I answer honestly. "I wanted to try out some weapons, but the Careers would be on me like a shot, desperate to make me look bad," I can't help but frown. "I tried to go towards the swords, but Caine from District Two looks too menacing."

Cypress snorts again. "They're all still the same age as us. It's not like they're invincible. I mean, come on, they don't always win and for tributes who claim to be trained, they sure aren't living up to their hype of dark, stormy and dangerous. I mean, look at her," he points towards Kiara from District Four, who throws her head back and giggles. "One little push and she'd crumble like a cookie."

I guess he's right. I mean, they have a heart and blood and everything. If roles were reversed, I'm sure they would've been as weary as the rest of us. Their name keeps them feared, that's all.

"Come with me after lunch. I'll show you a thing or two about how to piss people off and have fun with it," he smiles, but it's kinda wicked looking. I like Cypress, he seems cool. I nod along. "Cool. Let's show the Capitol how us outer boys do things."

We hurry to eat our lunch. Cypress even makes a point about lobbing a piece of mash over towards the Careers, just to see who will fall victim to it. I have to literally pry the spoon from his hand, whilst crying with laughter.

As the bell goes again, signalling the second half, Cypress stands up. "Follow me, my good man. Might as well live a little. After all this oppression bullshit, we deserve some fun."

And, I do.

Tierna Rowe, District Twelve Female.

I can't get out. Each time I get close, the light moves away. The black abyss around me tries to swallow me whole. I try to scale the wall, but my fingers tingle, a numb sensation that stops me in my tracks.

I doubt I'll ever get out. I'll never leave this place. This is my darkness, my hell, and it will always be a part of me.

"Excuse me?"

I snap from my mind. The lady in front of me looks stern, lips pressed into a line. "Pardon?"

"I said, excuse me," she narrows her eyes. "If you don't want to take this seriously, then I suggest you leave. There are other people who would love to know how to tell the difference between poisonous berries and safe ones."

I can't stop myself from laughing at that. The trainer's eyes narrow even further. "I-I'm sorry," I struggle to breathe, trying to stop my laughter. "That's... you just don't hear that very often. Oh God," I wipe away a tear from my eye. "But yeah. Sorry. I'll go now."

I can hear the trainer sneer as I leave her. I don't even know why I went over there; it seems rather pointless. You just don't eat things from your surroundings, only from your backpack. Simple. It's not exactly hard. I mean, I'm sure a beef jerky parcel is only a small amount of currency that anyone - even Crispin - could afford to save a starving tribute. I don't know, maybe I'm just looking at it differently. When I turn around, I notice that the girls from District Eight and Seven are now there, looking through the books the lady has to offer them.

So, they're an alliance. I can't stop myself from frowning. I didn't expect people to band together so soon, well, except the Careers at least.

It just makes the darkened hole even prominent.

I don't want to be alone. I bite down on my lip and look around the room. Each time my eyes ghost over a male tribute, I can feel the heated blush on my cheeks. Definitely not a good idea; I'll end up a blubbering mess the entire time. No, I need a girl. Someone who I feel comfortable with but won't pry and ask too many questions. It's only then, do I notice, the girl from District Three, perched up high on a barrel.

She just looks around at the room with a keen eye. When she looks at me, she glares. Oops, maybe a bit too unfriendly. But I need an ally. Maybe she'll be nicer if we speak. So, putting on a confident smile that feels too false, I walk towards her. As I near, she leaps from the barrel, landing perfectly. "What's your name?" she inquires hastily.

I blink a few times. "Tierna, District Twelve."

"I can tell. It's on your outfit," she points out, and I force down the embarrassment on my cheeks once more. "I'm Sienna. District Three, if you couldn't tell."

I guess she acts how you react. I peel my lips into a bigger smile, chuckling a little. "You must think of me as an idiot. First impressions aren't my strongest point." I laugh.

Sienna's own lips peel into a smile. "It's perfectly fine!" she chirps, brushing deep red hair from her eyes. "I never know how to act around people unless they speak first. It's, like, one of my pet peeves, you know? I act how they act."

I laugh louder this time, attracting a few stares. "I totally understand. Do you mind if I stay with you for a while? Kinda getting lonely over there."

"Sure," she beams. "I was just practising on the assault course. You're welcome to join me in a race, if you'd like?"

A race for the light. I know that tale far too well. I'll never reach it, though. Within reaching distance, it will travel back miles. But I simply nod in return, keeping the smile on my face. A race could be good. An ally even better. By increasing that light, I might be able to escape.

Lyle Flinch, District Five Male.

I scramble through the room, throwing sheets and pillows onto the floor. Where is it? Panic rises in my chest and it suddenly becomes harder to breathe. I flop onto my bed, defeated. I can't believe I lost it. It was the one thing that I couldn't lose, I needed it, if not for me then my Dad. He loved that ring. It was a family heirloom, passed down from my great-grandfather's sister, a Victor.

I can't believe I lost it! I'm so stupid. I roll over onto my stomach, still scanning the drawers and floor. Maybe it fell down? But I took it to training with me. I could've lost it down there, when I was testing out the fire station. Oh no, I could've burned it. I melted down my own token by accident!

"Lyle, are you okay?" I turn around, Elesa pressed against the doorframe. Her eyes scan the room, well, the mess I caused. I quickly stand, feeling guilty. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm so sorry, Miss Azel," I apologise. "I'll clean it up straightaway. I just, I can't find my token. I-I don't know where I could've put it."

Elesa nods. "Well, I can ask an Avox to take a message downstairs. Maybe you left it in training with you, granted you took it?" I quickly nod. "Okay, just try not to panic. Ask Nebula and Audra to help you."

Quietly, Elesa leaves the hallway. I stand for a moment, contemplating all the things that could've happened. It's no use. If I've lost it, I've lost it. I'll probably never find it now.

Nebula soon appears at the room. Again, I apologise. "I'm sorry Miss Winersh, I just-"

"It's fine, honestly," she smiles. "I'll come and help you look. I'm pretty good at finding things. My little brothers always misplaced my belongings, it became a challenge and, I guess, like a game," she begins to dig through the doors, pulling out all of my Capitol-assigned clothes, tossing them into a heap on the floor. When it's empty, she looks up, puzzled. "Where did you have it last?"

I scan my mind quickly. I took it with me into training, I remember that because I showed Audra, telling her about my descendant, Cameron Flinch. Then... then I don't know where it went. It should've gone back into my pocket. I absently pat my sides. Nope, not there.

"You know, Lyle, you're probably the first ever tribute to actually lose their token whilst still in the Capitol," Nebula comments as she bends over. I stick my tongue out, but there's no point. She's right. "Elesa has sent an Avox down."

"Thanks. I-I just don't know how it c-could've happened, you know?" I frown. Nebula leans up, patting me on the shoulder.

Audra soon appears at the door. "What happened?" she asks quietly.

"Crayons for brains here has lost his token," Nebula answers for me, her words like a hammer to my heart. That's a bit mean and I can't stop my frown from growing. "He doesn't know where he put it."

Audra tenses slightly. "I c-could help, if you wanted me to?"

"Oh, are you two allies then?" Nebula beams, snapping her mirth eyes between us. I nod, forcing a smile. It's something me and Audra agreed on quickly, particularly after seeing the competition. Everyone seems tall and muscular, and then me and Audra... well, we aren't. It made sense. "That's just wonderful. It's been years since we've had district partners that are allies. Usually, one wants the other dead!"

I look to Audra awkwardly and she smiles just as much, stepping into the room. She carefully begins to look through the closet. Nebula, however, throws something into the air.

"Well I think it's lost," she lets us know. A knot forms in my chest, bringing a lump to my throat. I can't believe I was stupid enough to lost it. "I'll go see if Elesa has had any luck. Stay here."

She quickly leaves and Audra looks up. "I-I'm sorry, about your token." she mutters.

"Don't be. It's not like you stole it or anything," I offer a smile, which only makes her seem more sad. "Come on. You don't have to help me," I step forward, placing my hand on her shoulder. "Let's go raid the food cart for ice cream or something."

I lead her out of the room, guiding her by her shoulders. I look back at the mess, praying that the ring is somewhere in that mess.

Without it, I've lost the one thing that connected me to home. The Capitol has already managed to steal one thing from me. It's only a matter of time before they want my life.

Yellow Light by Of Monsters and Men.

The blog for this story is ffyl hunger games . blogspot - all deaths will be notified here!

All deaths will be based on realism, story arcs and whether or not the submitter is reading the story. Obviously, reviews let me know this, and if said submitter chooses to not review, I have no idea if they're reading the story, and therefore, am more inclined to keep other tributes over said submitter's tribute. Each decision is painstakingly hard but must be done. Everyone knew the odds when they created a character. I would hope you stick around, but if not, I understand.

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Thoughts on these twelve tributes, and which ones are your early favourites (obviously it will change, just from this glance)?

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Welcome to the first Capitol chapter! This was fun. I love these tributes, especially these twelve. If one of these twelve were your tribute, tell me how the characterization was!

Alliances will be updated on the blog as the story goes along. So far, the only confirmed ones are Angora+Quinn, Sienna+Tierna and the Careers without Temperance. Reed+Cypress might not actually be allies yet, they're just training together.

Next chapter covers our last two days of training! Also, if you're waiting for Lost, you only have a few more days, promise!