Heeeeeeeeeeeey guys…

…...it's been a while, eh?

Sorry. Quantum Physics happened. o.O

However, over this long break, my writing style has improved greatly due to the fact that I've recently been trying to get contracts with publishing companies and I've been getting really good critiques.

Also, since the District reaping and stuff is taking so long, I'm just going to shorten it up a bit and, after this chapter, shove both the reaping and saying goodbyes into one chapter. The chapters will take a little longer to write, but meh. After I post District 10, I WILL NO LONGER ACCEPT ANY MORE TRIBUTES. So there. :P

Oh, and I need one more District 5 tribute. Please. Or else I can't write the next chapter. ;_;

I will also now be writing the visit of only one or two people to your tribute, because writing more than that is just a waste of time for you and for me. If you want someone specific for your tribute, PM me or put it on the forum.

Anyways, I hope what I write will make up for my hiatus. The next chapter will come out later this week, as I have February vacation. I have time.

Also, my birthday is next week. On February 28th. No biggy. 3

Answers to Questions-

1. Katniss was hoping she wouldn't get reaped; not Primrose, but Katniss herself.

2. Peeta's favorite color is Sunset orange.

3. Finnick was decapitated by mutts.

Grace Rain

Grace sat on the luscious red cushions that had been provided for her. When an avox servant had presented them to her, she had sullenly muttered 'It's not as good as the one at home', slapped the poor girl, and then sat on the couch. Now she regretted that action, as the servant had refused to give her any food after the rude gesture. I don't blame her. Grace thought wryly. If I was her, I would have killed me by now.

The door opened, and Grace's mom rushed in and grabbed Grace. For a moment the girl was shocked- she wasn't used to such sudden gestures of affection. Sure, her mom tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead every night. That's what moms did. But she had never, EVER done something like grab Grace and start sobbing into her chest. That had been Grace's job whenever she had woken up from a nightmare.

The roles switched, Grace awkwardly stroked her mom's back. "It's….okay." she soothed. "I'm going to be fine."

Her mom looked up, sniffled once, and then sat back on the cushions. "Sorry." she muttered. "I just….I just can't bare to lose you. Like I lost your father."

Grace grinned wryly, spreading out your hands. "Mom, chill. You're talking to the niece of Finnick Odinar. I'm more than capable of handling myself. I know the list of edible plants like the back of my hand. I could handle a weapon when I was six. I'm good."

Her mom sighed, looked up, and weakly matched Grace's smile. "I know. I'm probably over reacting. But you're so young…." she mused, stroking Grace's cheek.

Grace's face fell. Her mom just had to voice her fears.

"Time's up." the rough voice of a peacemaker called out.

"No, wait!" Her mom cried out, her eyes growing wide. "Give me….ten more seconds."

The peacemaker hesitated, then nodded. "Ten seconds." he said looking at the watch.

"Take this." Grace's mom said, pressing something heavy and cold into Grace's palm. "And try to follow in Finnick's footsteps. I'll be spending all my money on you." she said, giving Grace a small kiss on the cheek before letting herself be dragged away by the peacemaker's. Looking into her palm, Grace saw what her mother had given her-

A crude molding of a gold anchor that Grace had made herself when she was only two years old.

Holding the anchor to her heart, Grace inhaled deeply. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry- she thought.

She cried.

Nami Yume

Nami sat on the elegant blue couch that had been supplied for her. Never before had she touched something so...rich. It felt weird. And, in a way, wrong.

Hearing the door open, she looked up to see her mother slowly walk into the room. Her heart suddenly growing cold, she kept a stiff upper lip and looked away from her mother, purposely ignoring her.

Nami heard her mother sit down next to her, but still didn't turn.

"Nami…."

No reaction.

"I….I know you probably hate me. For what I did."

There was a pause. "You think?"

Nami heard her mom sigh. "I...I know it's not something you're going to forgive me for overnight. But, if you do ever forgive me….I….I want you to have….this."

Nami, for the first time since her mom had entered the room, turned around to look at her. In her mom's tanned, weathered palm was a seashell pendant. Her mom smiled. "Your father gave it to me the night we got engaged." she murmured. "And this one he didn't get from raiding. He got this one in a legit, honest way. He wasn't a bad man, you know. He just made bad choices."

Nami gingerly picked up the small pendant. The strap that held it together was weathered and worn, but the seashell was beautiful. The silver had been burned in several places to add a natural look to it, and, despite the fact that there were several places where the shell had been chipped away, it had an elegant air surrounding it.

Nami put the pendant around her neck and looked at the beautiful thing.

"I know this probably doesn't change anything, bu-"

Nami suddenly let out a strangled sob and hugged her mother tightly. "I'm sorry!" she choked out. "I have been a horrible daughter all this time, and now I'm….I'm going to die!" she continued to sob into her mother's chest.

Nami's mother gently stroked Nami's raven colored hair. "There, there." she soothed. "You'll be fine." Lifting Nami's tear streaked face up into her hands, she added softly, "You're like your father. A survivor. You'll make it through this, or at least take down many of them with you." Her mother smiled. "You're going to make it through this."

And then, as the peacemakers called Nami's mother away, Nami sat back down on the sofa. And, for the first time, she felt proud to be like her father.

Jason Wavemere

Jason didn't struggle when he was roughly shoved into the room where he would say his goodbyes. He just sat there, in shock, one thought constantly running through his mind- I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'M GOING TO DIE. I'M GOING TO DIE.

"I'M GOING TO DIE!" he screamed at the avox servant who was watching over him; a young boy, probably only three or four years older than him. The servant blinked, not knowing how to react to the boy. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, let out some sort of strangled noise, and then, as if remembering he couldn't speak, clamped it shut again.

Jason cursed and walked over to the couch before throwing himself onto the soft cushions. "Why me?" he muttered. "There are thousands of other boys in District 4, all of them stronger, older, and tougher than me. But NO, they have to pick on little ol' me, Jason Wavemere, because apparently I DESERVE TO DIE." he let out a strangled gasp and bit into a pillow, muffling his own screams.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Ravira burst into the room, crying even more than Jason had only moments before. She grabbed the boy and began hugging him, tears streaming down her face. "Oh Jason, oh Jason, oh Jason…." she whispered quietly, stroking his messy brown hair. For the first time, Jason didn't try to pull away from Ravira to stay away from her 'girl cooties'.

The two stayed in that position for a while, and then Jason looked up. "R-Ravira?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think…." Jason swallowed. "Do you think I might survive?"

Ravira grasped Jason's hand. "Oh, I don't think." she whispered. "I know."

Jason smiled weakly. "Thanks." he murmured. "For everything."

Ravira smiled. "Don't mention it." she whispered back. "You'll come back before you know it."

Talon Keene

Talon sat on the couch, a smug smile on his face. "Knew it!" he said, slapping an avox servant on the back. "I've gotted reaped! I knew it!"

The avox servant glared bloody murder at him, but said nothing.

Talon noticed and walked over to the servant. "Ooh, what's the matter, punk?" he said. "You maaaad? Well, why don't you say somethin' 'bout it?"

He paused.

"Oh, wait, that's right, YOU DON'T HAVE A TONGUE!" Talon threw back his head and began laughing uproariously, apparently finding his 'joke' hilarious. The servant continued to wish death upon the boy.

Hearing the door open, Talon wiped away the tears that had formed in his eyes as he had been laughing, and still chuckling a little, walked over to the door. "Who is it?" he called out.

A tall figure stepped inside, his face devoid of emotion. Talon looked up and scowled at the figure. "Who are you?" he muttered angrily and jabbing a finger at the stranger's chest. "I don't know you."

The figure grabbed Talon's hand and began twisting it, causing Talon's eyes to bulge as he tried prying his hand loose. But it was to no avail.

"I don't know how you got into these games," the figure whispered into Talon's ear, "But let it be known that you have absolutely NO CHANCE of winning. So don't get your puny hopes up. Because it's going to get you no where. Even that Jason kid could beat you up if he set his mind to it."

The figure roughly let go of Talon, causing him to stumble back a few feet. "Hey, I'll have you know I'm no weakling!" Talon cried, his voice rising to a higher pitch as anger crept into his voice. "I am more than capable of winning these games! The other tributes might as well surrender now!"

The figure snorted. "I think not, Mister Keene." he said. "You have an ego that should be kept under check. That ego is your biggest weakness. Unless you learn to control it…" The figure drew his finger across his neck in the classic killing motion and raised an eyebrow. "I'd watch my back if I were you."

Talon stepped back, trying to retain his honor despite being disturbed by the figure. "Hey, you wait just a damn minute-"

But the figure had already left.

Eh, sorry for a kind of short chapter. Questions for more points~

1. From what district was the boy who killed Rue?

2. Who killed 'Nuts'?

3. How did Primrose die?