A/N: My God, it's been….months. O.O I'm really sorry to those who have been waiting, but…let's just get this done! I shall cut the reapings in half this way- imagine you are a resident of the Capitol, watching this live on television. Good? Good.

You sit down with your family in front of the television. The Reapings are just beginning and the Panem seal dominates the screen as a speech about the rise of glorious Panem, the rebellion and the upbringing of the Games drowns the room in boring eagerness. Finally, a picture of thousands of roped-off children sharing murderous and nervous glances takes the place of the seal.

The speech is over and a powder fresh, lanky woman takes over the stage and microphone. The excited buzz of the crowd turns into fervent silence as she reaches into a glass bowl leisurely, torturously so, daring to put on a good show.

She stands with patronizing humor as she calls out the name, "Poise Morgan," is called out- only to be interrupted by a darting voice, before the roar of the girl volunteers overtakes the square. She walks with a grin reaching from ear to ear as she states her name- "Azure Winter". The boy's procedure goes basically the same, only with a little more arguing, ending with a confident, handsome young man named Hyannis Calle.

District 2 receives even more arguing as to the identity of the first volunteer- eventually sort of agreeing that the attractive Elvorix Fox and sexy, flamboyant Lepidus Fitch deserved the honor. Both seem quite sure of themselves, perhaps even a little competitive as far as sex appeal- you can already see that they will go far, if not in victory.

District 3 is smaller, much less eager than the previous. The technology-filled streets are silent with dread as the anticipation draws close. You feel little pity for the unenthusiastic 'victims' called Temmejin VanHeist and Erica Sentra. Both looked creative and smart enough- The boy is tall and you catch a sneak glance at the thin wedding band on his finger. The camera swerves to a weeping woman who obviously wears a matching ring. Erica is slightly disturbing. The black dress she wears hugs her tiny, 13 year old frame and sharply contrasts with her pale skin and blood red lips. You wonder if District 3 might have a victor for a moment, but then push the thought away.

District 4 restores the joy in Reapings you hadn't realized you missed. The volunteers present themselves in the utmost self-confidence. Lionel Everett walks up with a hard look on his face, wearing all black and an avenging look in his dark blue eyes. Lyric is slightly more buoyant and is shaking, though you can't tell if she owes that to excitement or nerves. She is a neat little girl, looking down with a shy blush. She is not the usual tribute.

District 5 is more interesting in every single way possible. Maulus Bas walks with straight etiquette and indifference. Even though his hard angular face betrays no emotion, the scar that covers it and the tall, intimidating body tells you he is…dangerous. And the slightly crazed look in his eye doesn't help-it's always District 5 that presents mystery. Especially when a tiny girl (who would be more suited to the last name Fox than Elvorix) named Luciana Grim dances in a twisted, graceful way up to the stage. Dark pixie cut black hair frames her petite white face, dominated by wide, elusive eyes and a blood red frown that brings back the feeling of psychosis. She is swift and graceful in all her movements- but none of this is enough to distract you from the obvious pulsing gash running down her exposed leg.

District 6 brings back the feeling of comfort, driving out your fear for insane District 5. The chosen ones for this district are infinitely more standard, the little redhead called Alyss quivering slightly with fear as she shuffles up. The boy is smart looking. His thin mouth opens and closes continuously- you guess that he is telling himself to calm down. His brown eyes meet her bright blue for a fraction of a second, and he looks away. You can tell they've met before. Interesting.

District 7 murmurs quietly as Caden Dowd is called to the platform. He is well-known among the district, his chestnut hair and jade eyes are familiar to many. His tan features take on a mask of quivering determination as he walks with brave pride. Cassandra Horrender walks with too much hype, her fiery hair flowing out behind her, up to the platform. The smile grows wider and wider until you think it will explode. A tear catches your eye for an infinitesimal millisecond as she turns away from the cameras.

District 8 offers slightly less bizarre tributes, an ordinary brown haired brow eyed girl named Amrilyn Quintina taking the stage. She is quiet and reserved, much like the giant that took over the rest of the stage, a boy named Cormac Tabben. His green eyes are what catch your attention. Neither seems especially scared, or especially ecstatic. Both are very ordinary, silent as they accept the fate that has been laid out for them. As they walk off the stage, you can almost hear their identical thoughts. We are going to die.

District 9 doesn't do much to entertain you. Michael Woodloch almost looks…bored when they read his name from the tiny slip that was chosen by fate among thousands. He sighs with tedium when he makes it to the top of the steps. He won't be much fun in the arena. Catie Kreaton is considerably more compelling. A long string of angry profanity trails behind her as she stomps her way up. She shakes her fist at the camera and uses a gesture that immediately results in the censoring of her hand. As soon as the Peace Keepers appear on both of her flanks, it cuts to the next district.

District 10 extracts sighs of awe from everyone in your home as the much too gorgeous man for District 10 is called to the podium. Jasper Pierce flows up in a dizzying haze, asking in a honeysuckle voice to be called Rush. He doesn't explain. But you don't care- you are too distracted by the fall of honey hair and sweep of dark eyelashes against his eyes that are blue but purple but green, over his high cheekbones. You all but drool over the hard planes of his chest that are revealed the tiniest bit by the buttons (or lack thereof) of his white cotton shirt. All too soon, Selena Kresthaven steals the spotlight that has lingered to long, and she stumbles- obviously awing over this newly discovered beauty. Such a waste, you think.

District 11 cures you of your love struck blindness. A girl named Endrom Achtail is volunteered for by a younger teen with the same red hair and nose that's long but straight. Your guess that they are sisters is confirmed when the girl states her name is Maire Achtail. The boy named Chrisalos Kliff takes the stage with an indifferent mask of blue eyes and blonde hair, something you've seen quite a lot today. They shake hands and turn away, leaving you bored for the next district- in which nothing ever happens.

District 12 brings the usual black haired olive skinned tributes with Prosper Yates and Asher Mill. The girl brings new chocolate brown eyes and cute stature as opposed to the typical lanky build and gray eyes that the male sported. Both are good-looking, though nothing compared to the flamboyant brilliance of the Careers. Both present faces of determination and fear, knowing they have no chance but willing to try anyway. You can't help but support them, if secretly. No matter what- there is always a chance.

A/N: Alright I know this was terrible but I wanted to update ASAP! Please don't be mad that I didn't really get into the characters, but I promise I will as soon as the POVs begin. Okay, I hope you're not mad. Thank you. Goodbye. R and R!