Answer to Question 1: Titus

Answer to Question 2: Peeta

Answer to Question 3: Morphling

Also, if you answer trivia that I have already posted the answers for, they will not be counted. Sorry!

Maize Donnet, age 12

"Maize Donnet, you get up right now or you're not going to get any breakfast before the Reaping!" screamed a lady with horn-rimmed glasses and a tight bun.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Maize shot skywards off of her pillow. She tucked her hair behind her ears. "I'll get dressed while I'm at it."

"Scavenge through the closet and find the prettiest things you own." the woman snapped.

"I get it, Ms. Flyland!" Maize rolled out of the bed.

Ms. Flyland pursed her lips, then whispered something to the girl in the bed next to hers. "Make sure she puts on something pretty."

The girl nodded.

Maize stomped over to the closet, ignoring her cold feet as they hit the hard ground.

There was a large closet shared by all the girls in the community home. She had a small section of it. She pulled out a purple, plaid shirt and her best overalls. As in, ones that didn't have dirt or stains. She grabbed a pair of socks and her dirty old combat boots that squeezed her feet. She needed new shoes.

She ran over to the bathroom and walked into one of the stalls, and tossed her pajamas on the ground and changed into her outfit. Then she walked out, pajamas in her arms.

One of the older girls snapped at her, "Get a hairbrush!"

"I lost mine yesterday! Someone stole it!"

"Then borrow someone's. Ms. Flyland's gonna freak if she sees your hair!" the girl scoffed and hurried off.

Maize rolled her eyes. Then she saw a little girl named Sophie drop her hairbrush and go into one of the stalls. Maize grabbed it and ran it through her hair twice. She really didn't care about her hair.

Leaping down the stairs, careful to avoid the rickety ones, she walked into the cafeteria. The woman behind the counter gave her a milk carton and what seemed like leftover mush from yesterday's breakfast. Skillfully swallowing the mush without really tasting it, she walked out and brushed her teeth.

She ran out of the bathroom, and Ms. Flyland yelled at her, "Keep brushing, Maize! At least try to look presentable!"

Ah, what a day this was.

Later that day, Ms. Flyland's voice came over the speakers. She sounded distorted as the intercom buzzed to life. "Children, we leave for the Reaping in five minutes. Meet me in the lobby."

Grumbling in annoyance, Maize put her toothbrush down and walked out and down to the lobby.

The kids gathered around, Ms. Flyland standing in front of the door. "To the Reaping!" she said cheerily.

Of course. She always hopes that one or more of her brats'll leave and never come back.

Tori Stephens, age 14

"Tori, it's time to get up." her mother told her.

Tori yawned, stretched, and opened her eyes. "G'morning."

"Yes, it's a lovely morning as we prepare for the Reaping." her mom rolled her eyes.

"Oh, that's today? Dang it!" Tori hopped out of her bed.

"Get your clothes, your siblings have already showered, and so have I. Hopefully there's enough hot water for you." her mom smiled slightly as she tossed her her Reaping clothes to her, and Tori ran out of the room and into the bathroom.

She quickly turned the dial and the shower began to sprinkle drops of water, slowly going up to full-force. She got out of her pajamas and showered in an amount of time, that she'd get clean and smell nice if she had to go up in front of the whole of District 3, but she could still have time to eat breakfast.

She opened the shower curtain and peered at the small clock on the wall. It was nine. The Reaping started at eleven! Why was her mom so panicked? She supposed mom thought she was going to go slowly then make them late and they would get in trouble with the Peacekeepers.

Tori turned off the shower and wrapped her towel around her. She stepped out and towel-dried her hair and pulled on her Reaping outfit, a short black dress with yellow flowers and gray leaves. Then she walked downstairs, where her siblings were already eating breakfast.

"Thanks for waiting." Tori grumbled, and pulled up her seat and began to scarf down an apple.

"Well, you were taking too long showering." her first brother, Mike, told her.

"Sorry for not trying to wake up! I forgot about Reaping Day and no one woke me up, so I thought I could sleep in!"

"Mike, knock it off." her mother ordered them.

So after finishing breakfast, getting into an argument with her sister over crowding the sink in the bathroom, and nearly tripping over her dog, Tori was ready.

Xerox Montague, age 15

Xerox woke up at his regular time, six o'clock, as he would regularly be doing to get to work in the factory- he worked full days on weekends and after school let out on weekdays. Then he sighed, realizing it was Reaping day- there was no work today. So he tried to go back to sleep, with no avail.

After an hour of trying to get back to sleep, he gave up, and got up. He put on his glasses and pulled on his Reaping clothes, then walked into the bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror. He had a crooked nose from where he'd broken it by getting beat up by bullies, and had glasses that balanced strangely on that crooked nose of his. People could be so cruel. He was the target of plenty of bullies, because he had very little strength and athletic ability. He was more on the nerd side of things with no hope of moving from that side. His friends were on that side as well, so it didn't help anything with the people who were not considered such. But he still loved his friends- they were the best he could ask for. Of course, he'd tried to make friends with people who weren't in what so many people referred to as the "Nerd Circle of District 3". But when he tried to, people would wrinkle their noses and act like they were too good for him. He was in the center of the Nerd Circle, he was sure of it. He had the exact build and personality that made the stereotypes for a District 3 nerd.

Skinny and a bit too tall for his age? Check.

Paler skin and glasses? Check.

Straight "A"s and a person teachers favored? Check.

It wasn't his fault he was skinny, too tall, pale, and had glasses. He couldn't help the fact that teachers liked him. He could help his grades, but that was the one thing he didn't want to get rid of. Good grades would mean better job opportunities in the future.

He splashed cold water on his face and walked into the kitchen, where he pulled out the loaf of bread that his dad got from the bakery on their way home from work yesterday. He smiled and inhaled the scent. It wasn't warm like it had been yesterday, but it still had a very tempting scent. He sliced off a piece of bread and fought the urge to stuff it in his mouth, and then took some of the jam from the fridge and spread it. Then he bit into it.

His parents woke up and came in about halfway through his breakfast. "Morning." he said, swallowing the piece of bread.

"Good morning. Are you ready for today?" his dad asked.

"I better be." he said grimly. "I just hope I wasn't voted for."

"Who did you vote for, again?" Xerox thought and remembered who he had. "The boy who broke my nose, Mitchell, and one of his friends. And then two of the girls who keep laughing whenever Mitchell picks on me."

"I'm so sorry it's so tough on you, Xerox. But think of when you're older. You'll have a great job and he'll be on the streets, most likely." his mom said encouragingly.

"Yeah, you're right." Xerox sighed. "But it's tough now."

"It will get better." his mom nodded.

...

Later that day, there was a knock on the door, and Xerox ran to get it.

There stood his friend, Robin Leonetti, in her Reaping outfit, her hair up. "Hello." she smiled, stepping into the house. Robin was the kind of friend who had been like a second child to Xerox's parents, and invited herself into his house. Not that Xerox minded, they were close enough that they all did that. Him, Robin, and Kyle Garret.

On their first-ever day of school, Robin and Kyle had met each other in the morning. Later that day, they met Xerox, who had been stumbling around the school afraid he would never get any friends. They were hanging out ever since.

"Kyle's already in line. Come with me and we'll meet up with him." Robin said.

"Okay. Mom, Dad, I'm going with Robin! We're going to meet up with Kyle at the town square!"

His parents appeared beside the door. "Okay, love you, Xerox." his mom gave him a hug.

His dad gave a weak smile. "See you later, buddy. See you later, Robin- good luck to both of you."

And so Robin grabbed Xerox's wrist and pulled him out of the house to the Reaping.

Adrian Miller, age 13

"Boys! Get up! Reaping in three hours! Up, up!" Ms. Flyland called in her screechy, rusty voice that made her sound like an old rat... if rats could talk, that is.

Adrian rolled out of bed and walked over to the closet, which was shared by him and three other boys, which contained all the clothing he owned. Well, except for socks and underwear. There was an old, chipped dresser for those.

He pulled out his Reaping outfit, an old black suit he wasn't even sure who it was from. Either a donation or a hand-me-down from one of the older boys. He combed his hair, then ran out into the hall, knowing he had to get to the eating hall quickly or else he'd get a really crappy breakfast.

He scarfed down the breakfast, which was crap one way or another, and then ran back into the hall, where he saw Ms. Flyland screaming at a girl named Maize Donnet about a brush or something.

He wondered what trouble Maize had gotten into now. By the time she was five, she had been named the most misbehaved child in the orphanage and most kids avoided her. Her only friend was a Peacekeeper, who still had to be stern with her sometimes. She wasn't bullied because she could probably do more damage to the bully than the bully could do to her. That just seemed to be the way it went with Maize. One way or another, he avoided the girl.

He walked back into his room, and sat on his bed, wondering what he would be doing, had he been living with real parents. They would be kind and gentle. He probably would be popular. He wouldn't be bullied. Wouldn't be considered a nerd. Life would be perfect. That's what it seemed like when it came to thinking about having a real family.

Instead, he had this life. He had Ms. Flyland, who screamed almost 24/7, occasionally took to hitting the children- or some assistants who seemed so lazy, because Ms. Flyland seemd to do everything. He was currently low on the popular scale. He was bullied by anyone who bullied. Was considered a nerd with a "nerd crew".

Life was lousy, and his life affected the way he acted towards people. He creeped people out.

...

At about 10:00, Ms. Flyland got on the intercom announced that they needed to go.

When Adrian reached the lobby, Ms. Flyland was in the best mood she'd been in all year, because with any luck, one or two of the children in the orphanage will be gone. One may be him, for all he knew.

Well, it couldn't be much worse than the life he had currently.

Maize Donnet

Lining up to signed in, Maize pulled at a loose thread on her shirt, daydreaming about who-knows-what. Finally, it was her turn.

"Hello, Miss Maize." a younger Peacekeeper, around age 25, smiled at her as he pricked her finger.

"Please, Blake, not the time to be cheery!" Maize grunted as blood leaked out from around the needle.

"Sorry. Should I sound like you're unwanted?"

"The whole of District 3 thinks I am, so what's the difference?" Maize shrugged.

"Everyone deserves a friend." Blake said, pulling the needle from her finger.

"Hoorah." she said emotionlessly.

"Go in, you."

Blake was basically the older brother she never had. She liked to think of what type of family she would've had if she didn't live in the community home. She often hoped she'd had a loving mother and father, maybe even a sibling. But she knew that she didn't have a loving mother or father. If she had one, then she wouldn't be at the community home.

The mayor walked onto the stage. "Hello, District 3!" he beamed his stupid, cheesy, rehearsed beam only meant for the Reaping. He cleared his throat and recited this and that, blah, blah, blah.

The escort, Rusty Macintosh, ran onto the stage and tried to make them applaud, and then made a big deal of opening the envelope that, inside, contained the names of four unlucky District 3 children. "Let's see... we'll start with the girls!"

Please don't let it be me, oh, please, please, please... Maize had her eyes shut tightly.

"Maize Donnet!"

Crap. I knew it would be me. She wasn't liked by the community home. District 3 hated her because she was a rebellious prankster.

Slowly, she moved towards the stage. She was on the outskirts of things, with the other twelve-year-olds. Several stared at her with wide eyes. Around her, grown-ups and younger children looked at her. She made an effort to stick her tongue out at a little five-year-old boy and his seven-year-old sister, who were staring at her with their mouths open. She scowled at the people she passed, who were whispering frantically to each other.

"Hello, Maize." the escort smiled. "So glad you could join us!" he went on to call the other names.

A fourteen-year-old girl with dark brown hair who looked scared but pleased. A skinny boy with glasses who looks quite anxious, and finally, a skinny, pale boy with dark hair who basically seems lost as he climbed onto the stage.

Maize grimaced. These wouldn't be her problems. She had the Careers and other Districts to think about.

Tori Stephens

Tori waited alone at the sign-ins for the Reaping, trying to figure out why the Capitol had to do this to them each year. The line seemed to be a mile long, yet no one in this line wanted to participate in what was in the town square.

The dumb Reaping, where the stupid escort would read the names of the unlucky boys and girls who were going to be sent to their deaths. Tori stepped up to the desk where a stern-looking Peacekeeper pricked her finger and sent her in. She walked through the entrance, into the already-packed town square and into the roped-off area for fourteen-year-olds. District 3 wasn't the largest District (but not the smallest, either), but if you looked at it from above, Tori could imagine people thinking that this was a huge District.

She felt as though her privacy bubble was being invaded as other fourteen-year-olds packed in around her.

The mayor came out and recited the same old speech about natural diasasters, the Dark Days, and read the list of victors. District 3 has seven. District 1 had nineteen. District 2 had twenty-two. And District 4 had sixteen. In total, they made up fifty-seven of the victors, so only forty-three of the victors belonged to the other Districts. And District 3 has five... so thirty-eight belonged to other Districts, besides Districts 1, 2, 3, and 4.

Finally, the escort, Rusty Macintosh, walked onto the stage. "Hello, District 3!" he called.

Most begrudginingly, half of District 3 appluaded for about five seconds before silence once again took over the area.

Rusty looked most displeased with the lack of enthusiasm, but he recovered quickly, for he was used to it. He pulled out the envelope with the tribute's names on them, and pulled out the piece of paper inside. "Let's see... we'll start with the girls!" he looked at the paper. "Maize Donnet!"

Tori's eyes widened and she frowned. That was the twelve-year-old, troublemaker orphan girl. Ever since she was five, District 3 had a problem with her, but she hadn't realized that the District would be so cruel to get rid of the child! A troublemaker, but they always dealt with her just fine.

"Next, we have Tori Stephens!" Tori gasped as a wave of fear came over her. She was going into a Quell! What had she ever done to make the people hate her so much as to vote for her? She wasn't a troublemaker like Maize and she wasn't a random person in the shadows. With two older brothers and an older sister, her family was more on the well-known side of things.

Tori slowly walked up onto the stage, and Rusty smiled at her and went on to call the two boys. A nerdy-looking boy who got picked on a lot, and a thirteen-year-old orphan in a too-big black suit.

The nerdy boy would be smart, so she'd have to watch out for him. Maize was crafty, so she'd have to watch out for her, as well. The orphan boy looked like he could die in the Bloodbath. But she wasn't even out of District 3, hadn't seen her other competition, but she was already afraid she had problems on her hands.

Xerox Montague

Xerox went through the line, Robin having let go of his wrist but now by the hand, which Xerox preferred over the red mark on his wrist because she'd held too tightly as she dragged him from his house.

They walked around, trying to find Kyle.

"Kyle!" called Robin as they approached him.

Kyle was halfway through the line. "Hi, guys!" he called. "Ooh, Xerox and Robin are holding hands! What does this mean?"

"Come on, Kyle. Xerox can't keep up with me, so I decided to make sure I didn't lose him. I had his wrist at first, but he kept whining it was uncomfortable. So we're holding hands." Robin dropped his hand and it slapped his side.

"Thanks for that." Xerox rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Montague!" yelled a boy from farther down the line. "Good luck at the Reaping today! I sure hope you'll need it!"

Xerox shut his eyes and groaned. It was Mitchell Cobbs, the boy who had broken his nose.

"Xerox doesn't need luck! He has brains to get him through whatever comes his way today! Unlike yourself, you blundering oaf, who would break down and cry if you got Reaped!" Robin yelled.

"Robin!" muttered Kyle, grabbing her shoulder. "This is not the time to be getting into this!"

"Oh yeah, little wuss?" Mitchell crossed his arms. "I have brawn, unlike you and your stupid friends! I couldn't lose in the Games!"

"Well, you're not pretty, so you wouldn't get sponsors, you're not smart, so you couldn't figure out how to use anything... so you're just going to kill tributes with your bare hands if you get selected?" Robin snapped. "Or will you be stupid enough to request that a tribute cut off your hands and then you'll say that you're so great you can operate without them?"

"Oh, I'll keep my hands if I go in. Because when I come back from the Games, the first thing I'd do is strangle you!"

"Sick." Kyle muttered. "Sick, sick, sick. Robin, please stop!"

"Fine." Robin put her hands on her hips and turned her back to Mitchell. "But he can't pick on Xerox like that! It's sick, cruel, and inhumane!"

Xerox sighed. "He's been picking on me for a while now. I've gotten used to it." he dared glance at Mitchell, who was now laughing with his cronies, apparently because Robin stopped, he'd won the argument.

They got signed in and went through into the town square.

Ten minutes later, the Reaping started with the mayor reciting several things, and then the escort came out, getting lousy applause, and started the real part of the Reaping.

Two girls, one an orphan troublemaker, and the other... well, he couldn't really think of anything that could've gotten her picked. Well, at least Robin was safe.

Then the boys. First up, "Xerox Montague!"

I'm going to die! Xerox panicked, and looked at Kyle and Robin, who looked sadly at him. He slowly moved up onto the stage, and heard Mitchell Cobbs and his gang laughing.

"Hello, Xerox." Rusty nodded and called the next name, the name of an orphanage boy.

Xerox sighed. He was dead meat.

Adrian Miller

Adrian stood with his friend, Marcus Lynch and Robert Nichols, waiting to sign in. They were nearly at the front of the line.

"I hope I don't get picked and I hope you guys don't either." Marcus said in a panicky tone.

"Well, we know Ms. Flyland voted for some orphan kids, but hopefully it wasn't any of us." Adrian shrugged.

"The bullies probably picked one of us." Robert sighed.

"Yeah, but who knows what the rest of District 3 did? And I mean, we voted for the bullies, so..." Adrian's voice trailed off, not knowing what to say next.

They reached the desk, where the Peacekeeper pricked their fingers and sent them in. Adrian looked at the little droplets of blood coming from where he was pricked. "This sucks." he grumped.

His friends nodded.

About a half-an-hour later, because Ms. Flyland always made sure they were early for the Reaping and had time to spare, the mayor came out, reciting the speech he made every single year at the same time each year. Then he read the list of District 3's victors. Adrian knew that if he was ever Reaped, he wouldn't end up on that list.

Finally, the escort came out and tried to get them to applaud. It lasted for about five seconds and half of District 3 didn't even applaud at all- Adrian and his friends being part of the half who didn't appluad.

Rusty recovered from his disappointment of the lack of excitement and opened the envelope containing the names. He called up Maize, which Adrian was surprised, but at the same time, not, to hear her name. She was a troublemaker orphan, but she was twelve. Then he called up another girl.

As for boys, he called up a nerdy boy who he knew got picked on a lot, just like him. Then he called a name he'd been dreading to hear. "Adrian Miller."

Adrian froze. After being tapped on the shoulder by Marcus, he blankly moved up onto the stage.

"Welcome, Adrian!" Rusty grinned. "District 3, your tributes!"

No one applauded now. No one. The only thing heard was someone crying for one of the other tributes. But he knew it wasn't for him. No one loved him. He was unwanted in District 3, that much was clear.

As was another thing:

He was going to die.

District 1 has zero spots open

District 2 has zero spots open

District 3 has zero spots open

District 4 has zero spots open (But, CandyBunnies, I need the last male to be sent in by next chapter or else I will be opening up the spot, and the next chapter will be posted in probably 2-3 days)

District 5 has two spots open (F,M)

District 6 has one spot open (F)

District 7 has one spot open (F)

District 8 has one spot open (M)

District 9 has two spots open (F,M)

District 10 has zero spots open

District 11 has one spot open (M)

District 12 hs one spot open (F)

Yay! Nine tributes to go! Five females and four males! Yay!

And, to speed things up, you can now submit up to five tributes and submit all males or all females.

-But also, the last District 8 male cannot be a Bloodbath. I'd prefer if a whole District didn't die totally on the first day. District 5 is going that way as well- but at least one has to survive. At least one tribute from each District has to be a Bloodbath survivor- I think it has more excitement that way.

Trivia:

Question 1: Which District's bag does Thresh take from the feast? His and.. [District blank]

Question 2: Who performs CPR on Peeta to keep him alive in the arena after he hits the forcefield?

Question 3: What is President Snow's tactic to tricking someone into drinking poison? (Ten points for this because you have to describe it.)