This was created because I have a lot of random thoughts in my head every day but I have only my two other weird friends to share it with. Oh, and my whole class too. But back to the point, I decided, Hey, I love the Hunger Games and being random, I can combine them! And so here I am, typing away the most random fan fiction I have every written.

WARNING: This is very random so if you cannot handle anything over "Maximum Pie", too bad. Read on.

Disclaimer: I am starting to get annoyed by this. Ditto.

Claimer: Ditto.

Please review. I am going to update more. Haha. Sorry for the delays. Underlined stuff is the title, normal is the story, italics is the story playes out by our beloved featured people, and bold is A/N. And yes, those 1's for Cinna's cry is on purpose. This chapter is a little bit more violent than the others. No detailed gore but lots of it. Read the next chapter if you don't want to read.

Cinna's Childhood (featuring Cinna, Effie, Haymitch, and a lot of blood)

Cinna once was an innocent child, growing up in District 1...Then moving to the Capitol where his mother and father worked for their whole life.

Cinna Kid: Oh, Mommy, do we have to go to the Capitol?

Effie Mommy: Oh, yes, Cinna dear, for your mommy has fallen in love. Again. And with a Capitol's toothbrush.

Cinna Kid: Wait! That's not in the script! You say, "Your mother and father have fallen into a grave debt and we have signed a contract where we will earn more money in the Capitol." Although I'm not sure how you racked up that debt.

Effie Mommy: Well, Haymitch Daddy happens to drink a lot so I wonder if it has something to go with him...And plus, I did fall in love with that toothbrush.

Haymitch Daddy: One, don't call me Haymitch Daddy. Daddy or Haymitch will do. Actually, just go jump off a cliff, get amnesia, and forget about me. Two, normal people don't fall in love with toothbrushes, Effie. Three, I'm not the one who gets botox and liposuction every three seconds of their lives.

Effie Mommy: GASP! I don't get it every three seconds, it's every two seconds.

Cinna Kid: THAT'S ALMOST JUST AS BAD!

He was tutored by a big fat elephant who had the IQ of a thumb and he didn't have any friends. Poor Cinna was cooped up in the house everyday.

Cinna Kid: Ohh, poor me...I'm still in the house with that big, dumb elephant. And I don't have any friends.

Backstage Haymitch: Wait...Effie, am I the elephant or are you?

Backstage Effie: You go. I have to tend to my flamingo-headed rhino-plants.

Backstage Haymitch: Um...Al-right-y then...

Cinna Kid: Pss! Big, fat, dumb elephant? Where are you?

Haymitch: I hate to respond to that but...I'M ALMOST THERE!

Cinna Kid: And I'm still in the house. Tutored by that elephant.

Haymitch Elephant: Hallo. I um da beeg frivius elefunt.

Cinna Kid: Haymitch, elephants don't use big words like "frivolous".

Haymitch Elephant: Well, sor-ry. I just didn't want to use the s-t-u-p-i-d word. It's a bad word.

Cinna Kid: I don't think we're going to have to discuss this...

Haymitch Elephant: It's in the script!

Everyday from dawn till dusk, little Cinna would look outside longingly for the outdoors. He wanted to feel the grass between his toes. Smell the-

Cinna: WHO IS WRITING THIS?

Haymitch: Uhh...Peeta and Muffin.

Cinna: WHO THE GILLIGANS IS MUFFIN?

Effie: The toothbrush I was talking about.

Cinna: Is nobody SANE here? TOOTHBRUSHES DO NOT WRITE!

Haymitch: True. Muffin was the producer.

Cinna: ARRRGH! Nor do they produce anything but clean teeth!

Effie: Not necessarily.

Cinna: I need to relieve my stress. *breaks open Haymitch's head*

Effie: Ewww...Does he ever bathe there?

Haymitch: Cinna just broke open my head and you have the nerve to ask if I bathe in here?

Cinna: Your turn Effie... *spills open her guts*

Effie: Wow. Okay, sorry, Haymitch, I take that bath comment back. I need to take one here too.

Cinna: You too are inane.

Haymitch: As are you for doing this to us.

Cinna: Shut up. *whacks open Haymitch's arm. Blood gushes out*

Effie: MY TURN~!

Cinna: Grr... *goes on a rampage of which various body parts come off and blood begins coming out*

Cinna: Okay. All done.

Muffin: I think you killed them.

Cinna: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!11!11!

Yeah. It was a parody for his childhood. I would've put more but I was too lazy to. Did you enjoy? Review.