Hello everybody, District two Reapings wooooot. I have the district 5 and 6 reapings complete, working on the district 4 reapings, and district 6 and 11 pre-games. Still need a district 3 female though, so make sure to send one in. And if you need help making a tribute, check out my guide I made. I'll also be posting example characters, many of which may be yours! Without further Ado, D2 Reapings.

Mason Bedrock

I wipe a bead of sweat of my face, letting it fall harmlessly to the floor. I let out a deep breath and focus on my target. Rumor has it that the boy who's volunteering in district one got 2 knives in a 1 inch space.

Although I doubt that anyone that's name isn't bedrock can do that, I took up the challenge anyways.

I clutch one knife in my hand, letting the other cling to my belt loosely. I take one final breath, and throw my knives, the first one I immediately know is going in, so I waste no time grabbing the knife at my belt, and throw it at the target.

I hear a few gasps and murmurs coming from the crowd that gathered, wanting to see if I too, could complete the feat. I smirk, assuming since everyone is amazing, I hit it, but when I look up, I myself am even shocked.

The first knife is lodged into the slim piece of wood. But it's the second one, which has managed to narrowly lodge itself into the rubber of the first knifes handle, that shocks everyone.

After what feels like hours of staring at the knives, entranced, I finally snap out of it, and look towards the crowd.

"And that..." I pause, allowing everyone to watch me, "Is why I am volunteering this year. Anyone want to argue?"

Not a whisper. I walk away from the station, pushing my way through some 9 year old new recruits, and begin making my way out of the training center.

Usually the people selected to volunteer are the last to leave, trying desperately to get some last minute training in. Often because they had neglected the training in favor for boasting about it.

That's what happened last year, the 15 year old was the youngest selected by the academy in 20 years, and he non-stop bragged about it. But once they got into the arena he lost in a sword fight to a kid from 6. Pathetic.

Not me though, I've been training as often as I can, so I don't have to pull an all-nighter before the reaping. When I get up stage I'm going to be fully rested and prepared, both physically and mentally.

The thought of the reaping brings unwanted images flashing into my head.

I was only 9 when I first stumbled across the old tape of the 74th hunger games. At that point in my life I had just started studying past games, so of course I popped it in.

I remember hearing The name Clove Bedrock being called. Seeing her get so close to winning, only for her head to get smashed in the wall by that monster from 11. Then he just let the girl leave, for no reason at all.

I asked my parents earlier about it, of this girl who had the same last name as us. In response my mother began bursting into tears, and my father following suite soon after.

It was 2 more years until I knew the truth about Clove Bedrock. She wasn't just some random girl with the same last name as me, she was my sister, who I never met, who never even knew I existed.

But soon everyone will know who Mason Bedrock. Not as the poor kid who never met his sister, but as the victor of the hunger games. Something my sister was unable to do.

Icilla POV

I swiftly move my sword, first cutting of the right hand of the dummy, rewarding me with a splash of blood. I then quickly move my blade, slicing it's stomach open, the intestines spilling open. Finally I kick the dummy in the chest, knocking it off the stand, then standing over it and stabbing my blade through the forehead.

I pull back my blade, wiping off the pink brain goo that is all over my sword.

I take a look around the rest of the training center, noticing that even the trainers are gone. I check the clock on the wall, and toss my sword in the general area of the rack.

As much as I want to keep on training, I know that I need some sleep. Plus, I had been planning on doing some hand to hand combat with a trainer, and the only living things in here are me and the occasional insect.

As I'm walking back to my home, I notice a boy who is about 9 using a stick to hit a tree.

I sit and watch for a second at the poor kid, who probably can't even afford a knife, or even a simple target. After a couple minutes I notice that he actually has some good, albeit rough, form. With proper equipment and training he could amount to something.

"Hey kid!" I shout out at him, an idea forming in my mind.

He looks over at me and drops his stick, "I'm sorry I was just-"

I interrupt his apology with a chuckle, "I'm not mad, idiot," I can't help but roll my eyes while speaking, "Why don't you head down to the training center tomorrow, tell them that Icilla sent you, and that she'll pay them back when she wins the games." I say matter-of factly.

Even in the pitch black, I can see his eyes light up, "Really? You mean it?"

I roll my eyes again, "Ya, now get the heck outta here before I change my mind."

The boy immediately starts dashing off, probably to tell his parents about what happened. It's not really a big deal, when I'm a victor I could afford to have the whole district trained, and still have money leftover to buy one of the outer districts.

The boy turns around just as he gets under a light, and for the first time I get a good look at his face. The typical dark brown hair, but also bright blue eyes. "Thanks miss!" He shouts out, before running off.

I don't hear the words though, because all I can think of is those blue eyes, and the last time I saw eyes as bright as that.

I shudder as I remember the bright blue eyes of a 9 year old boy, as old as me at the time, staring into my eyes. Begging me without saying a word, terrified for his life.

Then his body falling to the floor, the gurgle of blood that has haunted me for my whole life. The beaming look of my father, who realized I had finally become what he wanted to be.

A cold, heartless, murdering machine, with only one purpose; to win the games. And I've listened to those commands, just like he wanted to. Deep inside I know that no matter what happens I wont win the games. I am the loser, outcome put aside, my father is the one who has succeed. I've let my father win.

Mason POV

I slowly get up, stretching out my arms, and groggily making my way to the bathroom, not bothering to look at the time. I brush my teeth, and simply ruffle my hair, too tired to do anything fancy.

I slip on a maroon T-shirt and some black socks, again deciding to just keep it simple.

I don't care what anyone tells me, wearing a suit, or armor, or any crap like that, wont win me sponsors. My skill, and deadliness will win me sponsors, not that I need any.

I'll win these games with more sponsors then Finnick Odair, or with none at all. What are they going to send me anyways? I'll have plenty of throwing knives, food, and shelter at the cornucopia.

So unless I want a pure gold, electrified knife with Diamond studded edges, I'll be fine. Then again that does sound really cool...

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my door opening, and when I look over I see my mother, looking terrified.

"Mason...please don't say your volunteering this year..."

I let out a sigh, "Mom, we've discussed this already."

"Please Mason!" She cries out, "I can't lose you, not again. What if you die..." Her voice calms down, but the tears are still there. "You'll never get to see your little sister, she'll never meet you..."

I feel a pang of guilt, knowing the pain I must be putting my mother through. But I need to volunteer, I need to win, to avenge Clove. It's what she would have wanted. "Mom, you know I have to. I'm sorry, but I promise I'll be back in two weeks tops."

My mother stares at me for what feels like years before she wiped her eyes, and stated, "That's what Clove said before she left."

I feel my mouth open, unable to form words, and my mother walks out of the room, tears again welling up in her eyes.

I know right then that those words will haunt me for the rest of my life, however long it may be.

Icilla POV

I sit at the dinner table, sipping on some soup, while my father hounds me with questions.

"What stations are you going to work on?"

"What are you going to do in front of the gamemakers?"

"Your interview strategy?"

"Bloodbath?"

I answer all these questions with one word answers, eager to just get the games on already. I've trained for this my whole life, I'm more prepared then anyone else has ever been.

After another round of questions, I finally just get up, and decide to leave to the reaping.

"Where are you going?" I do a 180, seeing my father glaring at me.

"I'm leaving to the reaping, it's getting late-"

My father snorts, "You're going to the reaping in that?" He gestures to my plain black T-shirt and pants. "Put something nice on, you need to make an impression."

I decide that this isn't something that's up for debate, and make my way upstairs to get dressed.

I slip on some grey shorts, and a tunic that matches it, and put some black boots on.

As a last thought I slip some red pins to hold up my bangs, and looking in the mirror, decide I'm ready. It's not the most fancy outfit ever, but it'll do. Plus, when people see my 11 training score, everyone will be fighting to sponsor me.

As I run downstairs, I open the door, give a last glance to my father, who gives a small nod, and I leave.

As I slowly jog to the town center, I remember that the red pins are my best, and only, friend Jake's. He has unruly long hair for a boy, but he let me borrow the shiny pins.

I decide I'll give them back to him when I'm saying goodbye, not because I doubt that I'll win and come home. Rather because I don't want to get them dirty, or even worse, lose them.

As I slip into my section, I notice Jake is already in the section adjacent to me. I begin thinking who will be the male volunteer. I never really payed attention to the volunteer sessions, accept for my own, Jake, and Johnny's.

Jake because he's my best friend, and Johnny because, well, I might have a little crush on him.

My thoughts are cut off by the mayor who begins reading the same speech he gives every year, but this year it's much more surreal.

This is the first year I'm actually in the reaping section, and I'm going to volunteer. That's gotta be a record, I can't imagine any 12 year old, even me, being chosen as volunteer in district 1 or 2, or even 4 for that matter. The last time we had a volunteer below 16 was the 74th games, and that girl was just a maniac with throwing knives.

I faintly remember watching those games, and seeing her being picked up, head smashed in by a rock. a primary example of why the tributes need physical strength.

There's also no way a 12 year old volunteered in a outer district, some of the districts don't even have any volunteers, I'm pretty sure 12 only has had 1.

I shake the thought, deciding that youngest volunteer isn't the title that matters, youngest victor is.

I look up to see the escort, one of the few male ones, making his way to the female reaping ball. I tense myself, readying to do the thing I've been trained my whole life for.

The escort slowly makes his way back to the podium, and unfolds the paper. "Cam-"

"I volunteer!" I shout out, pushing the people near me aside, and making my way to the podium. Let the games begin.

Mason POV

I sigh out in relief, seeing that the other volunteer is 12 years old, even younger then me. I tried halfheartedly to find out who the female volunteer was, but I never ran into anyone that was, and I didn't even bother asking a trainer.

I snap back into attention, preparing myself for the greatest moment of my life.

"Rom-"

"I volunteer!" I step out into the walkway, making my way up to the podium.

"Well that's the spirit! What's your name son?"

I smirk into the audience, ready to give them a shock ,"Mason Bedrock, victor of the 100th hunger games."

A loud round of applause comes from the district, but as I steal a glance at my mother, her face tells me everything.

Clove said that too. We are more alike then I could have ever thought, and I can't help but wonder if I'll continue following in her footsteps.


I sit silently in the room, my mother sobbing on my shoulder, my father staring into nothingness. I don't bother trying to comfort them, but instead just stay quiet, knowing there's nothing I can do.

But there is something, one simple thing I must, and will do. I will finish what Clove started. I will win the hunger games.

Icilla POV

My first visitors were my parents, who came in the room at about the same time as me somehow. My father was drilling me with questions, but I noticed my mother seemed sad, and it may just be me, but regretful.

I shake the thought, and try to pay attention to my fathers step by step instructions on how to win the games.

Step 1; Make allies with your district partner
Step 4; Ally with careers

As much as I try to pay attention, I end up zoning out around step 7. After another minute or two, the peacekeepers come in, and escort them out.

The door stays closed for another minute, before finally it opens, and Jake steps into the room.

"Hey Izi."

I can't help but roll my eyes at his dumb nickname for me. "What's up?"

Jake stares at me blankly for what feels like hours before finally bursting out laughing. I eye him suspiciously before he finally calms down, "Seriously Izi? You're going into the hunger games and your asking ME what's up?"

"Yup," I state simply, letting out a short chuckle. "Oh ya by the way," I pull out the pings in my hair, allowing my bangs to fall down on my face. "These are yours I believe?"

He simply shrugs, "You can keep them, I think I'm getting a buzz cut."

I resist the urge to burst out laughing at the thought of Jake with a buzz, but resist the urge.

"Plus," He adds, "You're allowed one district token, so keep them."

"Alright." I shrug indifferently. "Your loss."

Suddenly the door opens, and Jake begins to leave, but turns around at the last second. "See you soon Izi."

As the door closes behind him I have one thought in my head.

See you soon Jake. See you soon indeed.