Hello People of the World,

I'm currently on vacation, but all of your lovely 25 reviews have convinced me to type this up. I got lots of constructive criticism (which I love), so I'm going to try to make my writing better.

A few mistakes have been brought to my attention, so I will let you know when some previous chapters get updated and revised. Also, I will begin putting a list of all of the tributes at the beginning of each chapter, so when you see lots of words for each new chapter, that's why. :P

Let's begin!


District 1

M: Luster Blackwell

F: Topaz Barton

District 2

M: Warrior Fantao

F: Quarry Jacobs

District 3

M: Fuse Browning

F: Circuit Fleming

District 4

M: Tide Watson

F: Marina Welch

District 5

M: Buzz Diomede

F: Surge Hallow

District 6

M: Engine Franklin

F: Road Nelson

District 7

M:Fell Marshal

F: Sap Martin

District 8

M: Fray Jennings

F: Thread Simon

District 9

M:Husk Rockwell

F: Grain Kingsley

District 10

M: Bull Oakley

F: Shear Casper

District 11

M: Plow Adams

F: Orchard Bentley

District 12

M: Dust Zakowksi

F: Meadow Welsley


Private Sessions: Part 2

Fuse Browning- District 3

Cold sweat pours down my back as I walk slowly towards the door. The girl from District 2 gives me a sinister smile, making me shudder. Focus, Fuse. You need to figure out what to show the Gamemakers.

The huge doors swing open, and then slam shut once I enter. My breathing quickens, and I start to tremble.

"Fuse Browning," I squeak, looking around the room for something that I'm not terrible at. Trying to calm my shaking hands, I mentally prepare myself to climb a fake tree. Breathe in. Breathe out.

My fingers dig into the realistic bark, and I pull myself upwards. Still telling myself how to breathe, I scrabble for places to rest my hands and feet. The Gamemakers' snickering in the background is almost enough to make me lose my grip, but I will not give them the satisfaction.

Breathe in. Breathe out. The thought of being a few yards from the top brings a smile to my face, and I wrap my hands around another branch. As I clamber upwards, my feet suddenly slip off of the tree, leaving me dangling by my arms off of a branch 60 feet up in the air.

Mustering all of my strenght, I swing myself and cross my feet to mirror my hands. As I search for a way to get out of this awkward position, I can feel my fingers sliding down against the smooth plastic of the tree. Tears prick my eyes, and I let go of the tree to wipe them away.

In that one second, I can feel my heart drop to the floor as I freefall out of the tree. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. All too soon, my body comes in contact with the floor, and I can feel the impact vibrating throughout my bones. For what seems like an eternity, I lay there, knowing that the Gamemakers will give me a disgustingly low score, and I will be killed in the Bloodbath.

Finally, I force myself to stand up, and thank the Gamemakers for their time. Slowly, I hobble to the exit, wanting nothing more than to curl up and realize that this is all a dream.


Circuit Fleming- District 3

It is my turn. My turn. Finally, I will get to show the Gamemakers that Careers aren't the only ones not afraid to kill. I will show them my skills, and finally, no one will doubt me. I practically skip past Fuse in my hurry to stand in front of the Gamemakers.

Once the doors close behind me, a smile erupts on my face. I dance over to the shelter station, and in no time, have a comfortable home that would be virtually undetectable in a forest. The Head Gamemaker nods her head to dismiss me, but I'm nowhere near finished.

Next, I speed towards the edible plants station and handpick all of the poisonous ones. In a flash, I crush them up and put them in a flask. Not able to help myself, I grin at the Gamemakers and swirl around my homemade poison. The Head Gamemaker has a hint of a smile on her face.

Finally, I end at the weapons station. I take a small dagger and hide it in my sleeve before turning around to face a dummy. Contorting my face into an expression of fear, I make tears roll down my face.

"Please don't kill me! Please! No!" I wail at the doll. In an instant, the blade goes from inside my jacket to inside the dummy's heart.

"That will be all. Thank you," I tell the Gamemakers, a satisfied smile on my face. With that, I walk out of the room, feeling extremely confident. These Games belong to me. I will be the Victor.


Tide Watson- District 4

The girl from Three saunters past me, looking even more elated than Quarry. What could she be so proud of? I wonder. Dismissing the question, I step into the room with the Gamemakers. The girl from Three doesn't matter. This is my time to shine.

"Since I'm a Career, I know how to handle weapons, and all of that stuff. But besides killing, survival is pretty important too. So today, I'm going to show you the survival aspect of the Games," I explain, strolling over to the area I've spent most of my training in.

My beefy fingers are surprisingly nimble when it comes to tying knots and making nets, which I display with a smirk on my face. I quickly complete a net and demonstrate how to catch fish... and a tribute.

The Gamemakers still don't look impressed, though. Sighing, I grab a knife and march over to a line of dummies. With a shout, I strike and hack them all to bits. I glare at the Gamemakers as if to say, "Are you happy now?".

The Head Gamemaker stares at me with an unfathomable expression. "You can leave now," she hisses, pursing her red lips.

I storm out, wanting more than anything to plunge my knife into her stomach. Calm down, Tide. There will be plenty of time to do that in the Games.


Marina Welch- District 4

Tide looks even more angry than usual when he comes out of the room, which makes me nervous. Instantly, my mind scolds me and tells me to be confident. I decide to heed my own advice, and put on a self-satisfied grin before entering the room.

My eyes zoom in on the gorgeous bow that I've been using in training, and my smile widens. In a few large strides, I reach the spectacular weapon and string an arrow. Instead of aiming at a circular target, I walk over to a human cutout that is used for knife practice.

"I hope you don't mind," I say in a sweet voice as I pull back my bowstring. With a twang, the arrow buries itself in the stomach of the fake human. I reposition my bow and shoot an arrow directly into the heart. The last one pierces the skull.

The Gamemakers clap politely, but I decide to demonstrate another skill. My fingers find themselves holding a sword, and I twirl the weapon expertly. With a scream, I plunge the blade into the stomach of a dummy. The stuffing spills out onto the floor, almost as satisfying as blood.

"I'm Marina Welch. You'd do best not to forget me." Though threatening the Gamemakers is risky, I decide to anyway, and flounce out of the room. The entire time, the smirk has not left my face.


Buzz Diomede- District 5

My mind wanders as I walk into the room with the Gamemakers inside. For some reason, I've never been able to focus when I'm nervous. That's probably not the best quality to posess while going into the Hunger Games, but there's nothing I can do about it now.

"I'm Buzz and..." I quickly trail off, thinking of the bubble bath I'm going to have tonight. I force myself to concentrate. I nod at the Gamemakers and go off to build a trap. My hands fumble with twigs and string as I construct the snare.

I wonder what Mom's making for dinner tonight, I think. The snap of one of my twigs brings me back to reality. My snare is all wrong, but I don't feel like going back to fix it. I hope she's making chili. I love chili.

I can't think. Too many thoughts swirl around my head, none of which relate to the contraption I'm trying to make. I drop the tools that I'm working with and clutch my head, trying to slow down the spinning. It's no use though, and I end up just wanting to go to sleep. I set aside my half-finished trap and stand up.

"Thank you for the chili," I mumble, and run out of the room.


Sorry for not updating in a while. I know that I didn't finish D5, but that will be in the next update. Tell me guys if you think these sessions are getting boring, because I'd be more than happy to just skip to the scores. The next couple of updates will also be pretty spacy like this one, so please bear with me.

I have to go now, so bye!

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