Thanks to Tracelynn for both of our D.3 Tributes! Thanks! Gonna try to fit in 3 and 4 today!

POV Keyboard "Key" Oszline

Key slowly got up at a ripe time of four in the morning and inched his way downstairs, trying to be silent for his parents and younger siblings. He slunk down to the basement and went to his work station, his parents called it, but he just called it his tinkering lab. Key got two pieces and starting poking at them with a tweezer, trying to get one of the parts out.

He grinned in victory and plopped it into a small pile and started working on another one. After working on them for a while, he heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs so he quickly shut off the lights and hid beneath his desk. "Key, I know you're awake." His mom said. "It's time for breakfast and almost time to leave for the Reaping." She went back upstairs, knowing that he was down there somewhere.

Key sighed, putting away his things into a small desk drawer except for a bracelet that he loved to wear that was made of copper wire. He put it on his wrist and went upstairs where his mom and dad, as well as his younger sister were sitting at the table. "Where's Chip?" Key asked, referring to his younger brother.

"He can sleep in, he's 11." His dad answered as he started picking apart his egg, followed moments later by the rest of the family.

His sister made a face as she ate, glaring upstairs. "I want to sleep in." She whispered softly, then went back to her egg, her brown hair hiding her face as she ate.

Key finished eating, sitting there politely as he waited for his family to finish. "Your clothes are laid out on your bed." His mother told him and he went upstairs, finding a neat button down blue shirt and khaki pants, quickly putting them on and combing his hair, just a little before going back down.

His sister was in a white dress, probably a cheaper one since that was what they could afford. "Ready guys?" His mom smiled at them, opening the door with her key. Key and Micra nodded together, and they went outside into the chilly Three weather.

They walked past where Key wanted to work when he was older, the inventions factory. He looked at it, wondering how he could get in there before he kept walking with his family, noticing he was getting a bit behind.

POV Temple Sangsley

As soon as Temple got up, she murmured a quick prayer to keep herself and her sister out of harm's way in the frightful day ahead of them, as well as her closest friends. She then walked downstairs to meet her parents and sister for breakfast. Her father had his only day off of work today and didn't make that much money, so they were having the same breakfast as always, cereal.

It wasn't a nice kind of cereal, just kind of a bland and tasteless kind. But that wasn't his fault, just the fault of the district. She finished her breakfast and quickly changed into a simple light blue dress and walked out the door, calling back to them that she'd be with her friends until the Reaping started.

She knocked on the door of her best friend, Martha's house. She came to the door right away, her gray eyes looking at her. "Hey Temple." Martha smiled at her. "What's up?"

"I didn't know if you'd want to go to the Reaping with me today, we could talk on the way?" Temple suggested.

"Sure, just let me tell Mom, and I'll grab my coat." Martha disappeared into the house and came out a minute later with a gray jacket on.

Temple looked at her. "You worried?"

"No Temple, we're just going into a death lottery." Martha snorted a bit. "Of course I'm worried."

"How many times are you in there?" Temple asked.

"Forty. You?"

"Thirty-seven." Temple answered. They almost had identical odds to get picked, even though Martha had three more in there than Temple.

"We have some of the largest odds in there, Temple. Happy Hunger Games." Martha rolled her odds. "Am I right?"

"Yeah." Temple answered quietly, looking out at the sprawling district before her. There was a time when Three was very wealthy. That time has been a while now, since the Dark Days.

"Well, even though we have larger odds than most, we don't have more odds than everyone put together." Temple said, trying to look to the bright side for a second.

Martha gave a shrug as they walked towards the Reaping center, the huge television screens set up throughout the district so everyone could see. Martha got her finger pricked before Temple. Temple followed Martha into the 18 year old girls section, where they both stood there.

Apparently they were a bit early, since the Reapings didn't start for another twenty minutes. Finally, the mayor bumbled onto the stage, sitting down beside the escort, who didn't look pleased. Three's measly two victors sat at the front as well, though they had a male and a female. "Happy Hunger Games!" The escort crowed, smiling widely out at all of them. "Let's hope that we can get a Victor this year, right Three?" He beamed out at them but got no response from the people.

"Girls first!" He cleared his throat and went over to the reaping bowl.

She quickly launched into a prayer for her, for her sister, for Martha – ''Temple Sangsley!" He cried happily.

Temple stopped abruptly, then as she walked up, muttered prayers under her breath to keep her alive during the Games. She stood on the stage beside the escort, he grinning a bit, obviously happy that he got an older tribute this year.

"Now for the boys!" He walked over to the other bowl and plucked one out of the top.

"Keyboard Oszline." He struggled with the last name, but she remembered it from one of the younger classes in school. He was just fourteen.

He walked forward, showing no signs of emotion and stood beside her. "Your Tributes of District Three, Temple and Keyboard!"

There we go, District Three is over! Thanks again to Tracelynn for both of these fine tributes :D Next will be District Four which I anticipate will be posted later this morning or this afternoon. Tomorrow I'm hoping for posting District Eleven and maybe Ten/Twelve if I can get it full!