Some people are confused about the Reapings. For my newer readers: I got bored about 5 SYOTs ago of normal Reapings. They're all the same, and once you've written 240, you've pretty much written them all. Lately I've been requesting scenes instead. They can be anything that shows what the character is all about. They let me establish everyone right at the start instead of just listing names. Usually I request that in the form but this time I didn't list a form to avoid attracting those who must not be named, so most Tributes don't have one and I've been either making them up or doing normal Reapings.

Calvin Heidi, District One- 17

"I don't know either."

"Whoever it is, I don't know how he's doing it. I'd tell everyone."

I heard the conversation, but I wasn't part of it. I was behind the two Academy students, wiping cleaning solution off an empty table. As always, I was tangential to greatness. I was the Academy janitor. And I was also the chosen volunteer.

Even if the others had noticed, they wouldn't have guessed. They didn't see that I'd doubled in mass since I started working. I was the help, and I wasn't to be noticed. I was the background, just like the walls or light fixtures. I wasn't bitter about it, though. They didn't mean any harm to someone they didn't know existed.

Someone from the Capitol might think of me as a plucky underdog, but that wasn't true. I was still trained- it was my pay for keeping the Academy clean. I still had advantages and opportunities people in the lower District didn't have. I wasn't a brave hero striking out against my District and fighting for the little guy. I wasn't even sure I was the good guy.

I wanted to win so I could give the money away to the outer Districts. It wasn't fair how One, Two and Four dominated at the expense of poor, weak children. It didn't make me a good person to do what should have been done long ago. The more I thought about it, the more contradictions I saw. I wanted to do something good for the other Districts by killing some of them. I wanted to give the money away when if there were no Careers, one of them would have won the money in the first place. I was underprivileged in One, but I was rich anywhere else. It would take a lifetime to figure out the morals- a longer lifetime than the ones I would be cutting short.

I used knives, and I was good at them. I wondered a lot about that too. I was good in an academy setting, but what would I be like in the Arena? It wasn't as easy when the target wasn't fighting back, or when they were screaming for mercy. We were taught not to think about the people we were killing. A lot of our instructors told us that people who weren't from Career Districts weren't even really human. I knew that wasn't true, and I knew when I severed an artery, I was severing a soul from a body. It was the single most permanent thing possible, and I was incapable of taking it lightly.

Volunteers weren't dumb jocks. A lot of meatheads came to the Academy thinking they'd shove their way to the top, and none of them ever did. There were a dozen girls twice Ruby's size last year, but they weren't competition for her. There was a lot of thinking involved in the making of a Victor, just not the kind of thinking I did. My reason to fight was my biggest obstacle in winning.

"It could be anyone."

"He's probably in this room. We could be looking at him right now."

Fable Anders, District One- 18

Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to win the Hunger Games. She lived in District One, which should have made things easier. But her parents were poor, and she spent all day with babysitters while they both worked hard to get her what she needed. She made up stories to keep herself entertained, and she told the stories to the other kids in daycare with her.

When she was eleven years old, destiny came to the girl. She got a letter in the mail summoning her to the capitol of One, where the very richest people lived. She had been chosen to be a student at the most prestigious school in the District, where she would learn to be a fierce warrior. She lived in the school with the other poor kids, and she worked very hard to earn her scholarship. What started out as ten scholarship students whittled away into four, and she was one of those four. She grew into a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes and pink lips that she thought were her best feature. She didn't think she was very pretty in general, and she really liked it when people sometimes said she was.

Most heroes in stories use swords, but the girl liked spears better. She liked how heavy they were so she could throw them all the way across the gymnasium. She also liked to make traps, since they were so much fun to design. She planned to stay with the other Careers, like a band of adventurers. She didn't want to think too highly of herself, and she thought it was a better idea not to try to win all on her own.

When she was eighteen, the girl was chosen to represent District One in the Hunger Games. This surprised her, because she didn't think she was the best. She thought they would choose Citraline Zale. Citraline was a very good fighter, and she was the prettiest at the Academy. But the girl swore she would do her very best to win, and if she couldn't win, she would make sure to put on a good showing for the District that gave her this chance. A lot of people died in the Games, and if she died, she hoped she died bravely.

If the girl won, her story wouldn't be over. She wanted to teach in the Academy. She would be rich, so she could help poor children like she used to be. She wanted to work with the young students who just started. They would like her stories, which she would use to teach them. She could train up a Victor of her own. That would be her happily ever after.

Wow, One is really unique this year. I think these two will do well. PSA: A One Victor wouldn't mean Blake gets bumped. I've started doing multiple POVs for Districts with multiple Victors so Tributes' chances won't suffer if the Victor is popular *cough* Acee

Calvin: Calvin has tousled black hair that always look as if they've gelled but that's not really the case. His complexion is the colour of wheat, light brown if you will. His eyes match the hue of his hair and anyone will mistake them for being completely black, with a shine in them. Standing at five feet eight, he's very thin and skinny with a tiny amount of muscle, with a round face which, although quite handsome, seems to be on a wrong body, especially with respect to his very slender neck.

Fable (ps that's a cool name): Straight up Sierra McCormick. She likes telling stories so I went with an alternative format.