District Four, always seen as the vision of loveliness to the other Districts. The high-tech, up to date, glamorous District was almost always the most popular. Well of beautiful streets, beautiful houses, beautiful jobs, and most of all, beautiful people. Especially in the Hunger Games, this District is always popular. Always the District who wins, always has the most popular Tributes.

A District of perfection, some may even say. But only people from District Four know that this isn't quite true. Every place holds their secrets.


Wickett Bering sits outside his house, already dressed and ready to go to the Reaping. His Uncle and his Father are home for the first time in about two weeks. The eighteen year old doesn't mind being alone with his siblings anymore, since it has happened various times over the years.

Wick is mostly outside to get some air before the Reaping. He didn't say anything going outside, but will soon be in again. Right now, he's leaving it up to his Father and Uncle to take care of the kids, knowing that they'll be fine for a few minutes without his help. Now, Wick watches people go by, which brings a smirk to his face when seeing people pass who he has seen many times before.

There is the woman from the market, who sells trinkets to everyone, though never has enough food of her own. Not many people buy her trinkets. Maybe Wick would someday, when he gathered up the money and he had some time off.

Wick likes to watch people instead of talk to them. Wick finds most of the children in this District obnoxious. He doesn't really talk about it, or anything really, but when someone talks to Wick, he isn't afraid to say exactly what he thinks. These people annoy Wick. They are all Careers, striving for perfection and likability in a time where it is almost impossible. Why is that what they care about? It often brings an eye roll from Wick. Do they not have more important things to worry about? Perfection doesn't matter to Wick. Nor does likability. He is keeping his family afloat.

He likes people watching though, because he likes the mystery of the people. Most of the people all seem the exact same, there is the uncommon person to pass who doesn't care about what others think of them. This is the kind of people Wick likes to see, and people he'd get along with. But he probably won't go talk to them. Not because of shyness, since Wick isn't shy at all. He's just quiet most of the time. He has other things to do, and keeps his people watching to only watching, not much interacting.

But his watching would have to be cut short. This is his little brother's first Reaping. Wick has to be there for him.

Luhr Bering sits as the edge of the stairs. He tapes the banister seven times with one finger, and seven times with another, over and over again till all the fingers have done that. Then he moves onto his other hand. If he loses count, he'll have to start all over.

Before he even gets to his middle finger on his right hand, Wick walks up the stairs to where Luhr is. Luhr isn't dressed yet for the Reaping. He had probably just gotten up for breakfast. His little habits were even worse today. They always got worse on days of pressure. Since this is Luhr's first Reaping. It was definitely more of a day of fear. Maybe Wick should not have gone outside. It was before Luhr had even woken up, but Wick should have realized how hard this would be for Luhr.

"You aren't dressed yet," Wick observes.

"Sorry..." Luhr says, quietly.

"It's alright," Wick says. "We just need to make sure you get dressed. You can't go to the Reaping in your pajamas."

"Okay," Luhr says, with a sigh. "Just let me finish counting...I only have three sevens left."

Wick nods his head. There is no use trying to stop him. It just raises the young boys anxiety, and creates even more ticks.

Luckily, Luhr is his only Sibling in the Reaping Bowl. But, it is still unfortunate. He hates that Luhr is now experiencing what he has to. But it is Wick's last year where it is possible to be Reaped, but only Luhr's first.

The twins, Kai and Kaia, won't be in the Reaping Bowl for another six years.

Wick loves his family. Though he is a very sarcastic, honest boy, he loves his family more than anything and will protect them. Ever since his Mother's death, which Wick hates to talk about, he has been taking care of his three younger siblings at the times where his father and uncle were away. He has worked hard for his family. But his father and uncle have worked hard, too. There is no denying that. They work to support his family. Everyone does.

The Bering family became quiet ever since the death of their family member. Muriell Bering was the loud, happy and wonderful family member who made everyone else happy. She was tough, and held the family together like no one else could. But ever since her death, there has been a certain sadness, anxiety even, falling over the family.

But Wick doesn't let that keep him down. He may have to take her place, but he doesn't care. His love of his family is strong, even if he is a little rough around the edges.

When Luhr is done counting his sevens, he walks back to his room to change. Wick goes to check on the twins. It was going to be a long day.


Ariel Winter sits on her desk, polishing her Cutlass Sword. The beautiful, talented girl's Cutlass already looks spotless, like most things that Ariel owns. Though, that is because she works for it. Ariel isn't lazy.

The quiet, calmer Career was perfect. She was beautiful, talented, graceful, strong...but that didn't all just come from nothing. Ariel has worked for it her whole life, though yes, did have the ground to do it on. She worked hard, without complaining. Why wouldn't she? In the way she grew up, Ariel had to be perfect. Perfect in everyone's eyes.

Ariel hops off of the desk, placing her Cutlass on it's shelf. She puts her dark curly hair up into a very well done bun, a few curls lining her face. She applies makeup on her face, that make her dark skin practically glow. She puts on a lacy blue dress, that was beautiful on her body. Ariel was lovely.

Ariel is a hard worker. She trains, she works, she learns...she balances everything, well still trying to be perfect, or as perfect as she can.

Not that Ariel cares what anyone thinks. Not many people interest her. When they do, Ariel is very competitive. She is the best. Or, she wants to prove it. Luckily, she doesn't just gloat. Ariel can prove it.

"Ariel!" Her Father calls from downstairs. Ariel's eyes widen slightly. "Where is that girl?" His voice is more a shriek than anything. Ariel looks down at her watch. She was supposed to be downstairs four minutes ago. She had forgotten.

Ariel quickly, but gracefully, walks out of her room and walks down the stairs. She keeps her chin up, her stance well, hands behind her back. Her family is highly respected, and they don't want bad things said about their family. So of course Ariel must always be on time, and follow the rules. Though they did train her well. The girl is stoic and respected. She can swim a mile in a minute, speak four different languages, and many other things. Who can blame her for striving for perfection? Being daughter of some of the District's representatives, it took a toll on you.

Ariel kept a calm smile on her face, waiting for approval from her Father. Or, scolding about not being on time. It was hard to tell with her Father. His expression was usually vacant when speaking with his daughter.

He stares at her for a moment. "You may go."

Ariel is bored already, dully nodding her head and heading outside. Her Reaping would be exciting. This year would be different. Ariel was going to get out of her living hell.


Padma Nike stands on stage. Behind her stands the Mayor of District Four and his son, the two representatives, and the Mentor, Kathless Zaxton. Kathless makes people uneasy. She is deadly, but with a seriously perky attitude. She killed half the Tributes by trying to look cute, then stabbed them in the back, quite literally. No one had expected Kathless Zaxton to win, but she immediately started a train of Careers is the District. Today, Kathless's dark brown hair is curled with a pink bow on top, wearing a frilly white dress. Her skin is quite pale, and her lips bright red. She is often referred to as Snow White the Huntsman. She smiles at the crowd, making half of them either take a step back or shiver.

Padma Nike on the other hand is quite mellow and collected. She isn't very perky, making herself different from most of the Capital Citizens. Her outfit is toned down, her hair dyed pink instead of wearing a flamboyant wig. Though, no one would expect her very high pitched voice, which is half the reason they chose Padma as the Escort.

"Welcome, District Four, to the fifth Annual Hunger Games," Padma says, calmly. An applause erupts from the audience. A shy smile appears on Padma's face. It is her first year as an Escort. Padma is only in her early twenties, quite young for an Escort. She recites her speech, quick and easy to listen to, and plays the video. She puts her hands behind her back, rolling on the bottom of her feet. When it is over, she walks back to the mic. "Now, for our lucky Female."

Padma walks over to the Reaping Bowl, picking out a name.

"Enigma Bl-"

"I Volunteer!" Says a sweet, pretty voice. Suddenly, the camera is on a dark skinned girl with curly black hair. She is pretty, though looks extremely bored with this. The girl rolls her eyes, making her way onto stage. Padma shakes her hand once she reaches the stairs.

"Lovely!" Padma says, quietly. "And your name is?"

"Ariel Winters," The girl answers, with a sneer.

Padma nods, and returns to the Male Reaping Bowl.

"Wickett Bering!"

The crowd is silent. No one speaks up. The boy stands in shock, having to meet another's eyes, who was holding a child on his hip. The man is trembling, the young girl he holds confused.

"Wickett Bering?" Padma repeats.

The boy seems to take the hint, and begins to walk towards the stage, Peace Keepers at his side. When he reaches the stage, his eyes scan over the audience. Padma notices him looking at the twelve year old boys section. She wonders why, though he most likely has a relative there.

Padma broke the silence by patting him and Ariel on their shoulders.

"And here are our two lucky Tributes! Ariel Winters, and Wickett Bering!"

It doesn't seem very lucky.


AN. So sorry for taking this long. I have been really busy and it's been hard to write this, especially since the idea for a different SYOT has been in my mind for a long time now. Anyway, here are our two awesome Tributes of District Four! I enjoyed writing this Reaping quite a lot. I find them both great Tributes, and good opposites.

Though, it seems many people are disappointed by some Tributes. I assure you, I have great things planned for them. None of them are boring, and they will be good in the Games. Just wait!

Anyway, question time!

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