Answer to Question 1: District 2's

Answer to Question 2: Finnick

Answer to Question 3: President Snow puts the poison into two cups and drinks it so that the other person will think it's safe. He drinks the antidote right after.

I also added an "alliance group" topic to the SYOT forum. So if you have tribute(s) in these Games, please check it out and let me know your thoughts on where I put your tributes, and if you want your tribute in an alliance and whatnot.

Onto the chapter! And I don't own the Hunger Games!


Maize Donnet

Maize waited, fidgeting in the big, velvet-covered armchair. It was a luxury she had never experienced before. Not at the orphanage. Never. It was lovely- yet she hated it. This was where she could be saying her final good-byes to the people of District 3 who cared about her. And that was only a Peacekeeper. And he didn't exactly count- he came from the Capitol, and he'd once told Maize he didn't exactly feel at home in District 3. Plus, she wasn't sure if Blake could even come in and say good-bye. As far as she was concerned, Peacekeepers went into a tributes good-bye area to take people out, not have their own good-byes then have to be taken out by another Peacekeeper.

Somehow, and Maize couldn't've cared less about how, Blake was able to come in. "I hope you thank me for this, Donnet." he smiled slightly. "You have no idea how long I was arguing with Weston to get to come in here. As soon as your name was called, I was begging him to let me go in."

Maize smiled as well. Weston- Rex Weston- was the name of the head Peacekeeper in District 3. "Well, thanks, then."

"And I saw the line for the visitors for each tribute," continued Blake. "What's-his-name Montague has the most visitors."

"So?" Maize looked at him. She didn't need that information- it was useless.

"I don't know. Fun fact? Well-liked?"

"Well, I wouldn't think he was well-liked if he was voted for these Games." Maize said grumpily. "None of us are."

"Well-liked of y'all. Whatever."

"Thanks so much for that tidbit. I didn't need to hear that. I already know that we are the least-liked people of District 3 and you don't have to make it seem like I'm the most disliked, because I already know I am."

"Aw, Maize, you know I was kidding." he said seriously, the lightness and cheeriness that danced in his eyes faded and was replaced with a darker look. His upturned mouth turned into a frown. "I'm sorry. And well-liked doesn't mean he'll get sponsors. If your stylist is any good, he can get you lookin' like a princess or something."

"I don't want to be a princess. I want to be Maize."

"Fine. Cute."

"Since when have you ever known me to be cute?"

"When you had no control over how you looked." his smile returned. "I'm sure you would be very cute if someone had control over your appearance- which is exactly what your stylist is going to do."

"Oh, I'll make sure I get some control." Maize nodded.

"All right, and tell me how that goes."

Maize suddenly felt a bubble in her throat that pushed it's way to her mouth and lips. She let out a strangled noise. "Thanks for being my only friend- for being the only person who cared about me." she whispered.

"Don't cry, Maize!" Blake begged. "Look, if you win, you'll have more friends- more people who'll care about you."

"Except it won't be real. They'd just want to be my friends because I'm victor. Besides, have you ever heard of a twelve-year-old victor?" Maize snapped.

"No, but I'm sure you could do it- be the first twelve-year-old to win." Blake's voice cracked. "I believe in you." "Thanks." Maize whispered.

The head Peacekeeper, Rex Weston, stomped in. "Blake, you've gotten more than your fair share of time. OUT!"

"Ouch." Blake muttered. "Good luck Maize, I'm rooting for you." he stood up and hurried out of the room.

Maize sighed and fell back into the armchair. Her only visitor, the only person in the world who was sure cared about her, was gone.


Tori Stephens

Tori sat patiently in her seat, looking around at the Justice Building's architecture. It was old, but at least it wasn't falling apart, like some Districts'. From videos from previous Reapings, District 12's looks like it could collapse at any moment. She shuddered, glad she lived in District 3 rather than there. District 11's looked decent, but the majority of their population basically lived in shacks. She supposed their mayor cared more about keeping that building in shape, rather than giving his people proper living conditions.

She hoped her family would come. This morning's wake-up call from her mother and the little interaction she had with her brother was something special. They usually avoided her, and she barely ever saw her mother. She didn't even know where her dad was- or who he is. Or was. She couldn't be sure he was still alive.

Her family did come, though, bursting through the door, her little daschhound doggy barking like mad. Tori nearly burst into tears as they group-hugged her, the dog licking her face. They really do care about me!

"Oh, Tori... you poor girl." her mom said quietly.

"It's okay, mom. I'm not afraid." she responded. Which was partly true. When her name was called, she was frightened, but was almost glad for death. She didn't think she had been cared about in District 3.

"Brave." her sister, Megan, crossed her arms and nodded. "You are brave."

"And headstrong." Mike threw in. "Don't forget headstrong."

"Shut up, Mike. Not the time." Dennis said irritably.

"You're right. Sorry, Tori."

"Thanks for coming." she said. "Anyways."

"Aw, we do care about you. We wouldn't have not come." Megan looked at her shoes. "Thanks." Tori smiled slightly.

"Time to go!" the Peacekeeper called.

"Love you, Tori." Megan and Mike said in unison. They both let out a small laugh and then cut it off abruptly.

Tori nodded. "Love you, too."

"Love you. Good luck." Dennis nodded.

"Love you, sweetie." her mom smiled.

All my siblings saying they love me? My mom calling me "sweetie"? Well, today's my lucky day!

"Out!" the Peacekeeper was growing sterner.

"Good-bye! Good luck!" the four of them said in unison, and her little dachshund barked and licked her cheek.

Then, they all walked out. Tori felt an aching pain in her chest. She missed them already. They loved her!

She supposed she would go to the train now- she didn't think she'd have any other visitors. Well, she was wrong. A girl walked in, eyes wide.

"...Kiara?" Tori asked, surprised.

Kiara Griffin was a girl who was in her year at school, and they were potentially friends, but Tori didn't have any real friends, and didn't think that Kiara would care enough to come visit. They didn't hang out or anything.

"Hello, Tori." she said quietly. "So... tough day for you, huh?"

"Easier than you'd think." Tori shrugged.

"Okay..." Kiara shrugged. "Well, I didn't exactly think of what I was going to say to you, so..." she hugged Tori.

Tori just sat there as her potential friend hugged her. Slowly, she hugged Kiara back.

When Kiara moved back, they simply sat there quietly until the Peacekeeper took her out.

Tori stared after her as she left, and wondered, Why did that chick care about me leaving so much?


Xerox Montague

Xerox tried so hard to get comfortable in that chair. So hard. But as hard as he tried, he could not get comfortable, as if he was sitting on a nuclear bomb that was going to blow up any second now. His parents came in first.

"Apparently, you didn't take the good luck that I sent to you." was what his dad said first, voice cracking.

"I did. But apparently, so did everyone else in the District, and my luck didn't count."

"Neither did Tori's, Maize's, or Adrian's." his mom put in.

"Whatever." Xerox was close to crying. This was worse than being bullied by Mitchell Cobbs and his cronies- now he felt as if the whole District bullied him. He wasn't wanted here, apparently. Apparently it was a crime to be bullied and this was his punishment. And he thought being bullied was punishment enough. At least Kyle and Robin are okay, he told himself, They're not going to die.

"Xerox, are you okay?" his mom asked worriedly.

"What do you think?" he muttered, blinking back tears. "I'm about to go into Hell- this is going to be worse than being bullied. District 3 hates me, they hate me enough that they'd get rid of me because they had a chance to. I'm not wanted here. And I'm not needed here."

"Oh no." his mom made a choking sound. "Xerox, sweetie, you are. You are loved, you are wanted." she slid into the chair and began to run a hand through Xerox's hair like he was a little boy again.

His dad made a sad face. "Poor buddy." It was as if he was five. He would object to this any other time, but what did it matter? He was going to die. He supposed he could be babied, so he let himself enjoy it. They simply sat there for another minute, his mom stroking his hair, his dad sitting on the other chair with his sad face. Xerox wished the moment would last forever.

Then the Peacekeeper stopped the moment and told his parents to get out.

Xerox wanted to jump up and scream at him to go away. But he knew better.

"Love you, Xerox. I love you so much. You can win- I know it. You can win. Good luck." his mom ran out of the room.

"Love you, buddy. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." his dad said slowly.

Xerox stared at his dad, surprised that he would say the quote.

"I really don't know what to say." his dad walked out of the room after that.

Kyle and Robin came in next. Kyle's nose was bloody.

"Oh, crap, guys, what happened?" Xerox gasped, self-pity gone and more concern for his friends replacing it. "Mitchell Cobbs and his friends came, to give you one last good-bye," Robin said irritably. "But then Kyle told him to go away, because he and his friends were the last person you'd want to see, and Mitchell blew up and punched him. I don't think it's broken, though," she continued as Kyle wiped some blood off with his sleeve. "And the Peacekeeper drove Mitchell and his friends away after that."

"The one time I appreciate the Peacekeeper. You all right, buddy?" Xerox asked Kyle.

"I've gotten bloody noses before. This is no different." Kyle responded. "Listen, Xerox, the main concern here is you. You need to come back alive. If you come back, Mitchell and the other's'll back off all of us. You'd have more power than him for once. With the money you have, you could probably have a personal bodyguard or somethin' and he'd steer clear of you."

"That would be nice. If I won, they'd stop picking on us all. But if I didn't..." his voice trailed off.

"Then we'd be abused even more." Robin finished quietly. "But this isn't about us, Xerox, this is about your life! You have to win! You're still wanted here- we want you, your parents want you, your boss cares enough to say good-bye to you, so he must care, your teachers like you a lot, too. They'll miss you if you go."

"I mainly care that you guys miss me." Xerox's said sadly.

"Oh, Xerox." Robin sighed, and ran in to hug him. Kyle joined in. He got blood on both his and Robin's shoulders, but they couldn't've cared less.

The Peacekeeper took them out and replaced him with his boss, Maxwell.

He was a sturdy, muscular man, but was one of few words. He came in and sat in the other sat, perched awkwardly at the edge of it.

"So..." Xerox said slowly.

"I suppose I'm going to have to get a new assistant." Maxwell said.

Xerox stared at him. "You really don't believe I'm going to make it home? I mean, I don't believe it, but it stings coming from another person."

"No, no, I'd have to get a new one even if you came back. You'd be victor, and you wouldn't have to work."

"Right." Xerox said quietly. "Sorry."

"You've been a good assistant. Thank you." Maxwell smiled slightly.

"You're welcome."

This visit was shorter than his parents and his friends, but it was still nice. When Maxwell left, Xerox wanted him back. He wanted his friends back. His family. I've got to win! I'm still needed in District 3!


Adrian Miller

Adrian sat slouching in his seat. He hated the Justice Building. He hated the orphanage. He hated the people of District 3. He hated District 3. He hated his life and he wished he could just... die, right then and there. Just drop dead onto the floor. Get put of out his misery.

Marcus and Robert ran in, Marcus's poofy hair bouncing as he ran.

"Hi, guys." Adrian said. Well, at least they're here for me.

"Hey, Adrian. Are you okay?" Robert asked. "What do you think?" Adrian snapped. "I'm gonna have to go into an arena and people all over Panem are gonna watch me die. Do you think I'm okay?"

Robert took a step back, startled by the ferocity. Sure, Adrian was a bit of a grump on more than several occasions, but he was particularly startled. Anger wasn't usually directed to him or Marcus. "Just asking..."

"Look, I'm sorry, but you probably could've answered your question by yourself." Adrian crossed his arms.

"Adrian. Dude. Calm down." Marcus put a hand on Adrian's shoulder. "It is your decision whether you die or not. If you set your mind to it, you can survive. You could be victor."

"Well, I've never set my mind to anything before, so why bother now?" Adrian asked miserably. "And even if I put my mind to it, almost every tribute is bigger than me. Stronger than me. Districts 1, 2, and 4 have trained assassins. That's all they are. And their Districts send them into the Games to make everyone else suffer. I'm weak. I'll be an easy target, I bet. I bet I won't make it past the Bloodbath. I will merely be one of the faces that shows up on the screen during the first night. You can bet that."

"I will not! Just because you're planning on giving up before it's even started does not mean you have to give up! You can still change your attitude about this! You wouldn't be picked on, you wouldn't live in the orphanage, but a huge house bigger than the mayor's! Bigger than anyone's in District 3's! Except for the other victors, of course." Marcus added in an afterthought.

"Your life would be perfect." Robert threw in.

"How the heck would my life be perfect? I'm basically mentally scarred from the bullying experiences, the orphanage, and if I come back, by the Games! By watching people get killed- not just on a screen, but right in front of my eyes! By nearly being killed!" Adrian yelled.

"Please don't give up." Robert's voice cracked. "If you believe in yourself, you can win."

"Time to go!" the Peacekeeper called.

"You can." Robert nodded.

"You can. Please try." Marcus whispered. They walked out.

Again, I hate this! I'm going to die! I'm not going to win! They know that! I hate my life!


District 1 has zero spots open

District 2 has zero spots open

District 3 has zero spots open

District 4 has one spot open (M)

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 zero spots open

District 9 has one spot open (F)

District 10 has zero spots open

District 11 has one spot open (M)

District 12 has one spot open (F)

eIGHT tributes to go! And remember, you can now submit up to five tributes!

Question 1: What is the item that Katniss tells Peeta she sold to get the goat for Prim instead of what she actually sold?

Question 2: After the announcement of the Quarter Quell, what is the thing Katniss does with Haymitch for the first time in her life, while begging for Peeta's safety?

Question 3: Who becomes president of Panem once the war is over?

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