Guess who wrote two chapters yesterday so I could upload one today even though I have class?

Cloelia "Cloey" Daleigh- District Seven female

It would be the highlight of any Panemian's life to visit the Capitol. It was the same for me, but for a different reason. I hadn't been whisked away to a life of fame and luxury. I was on a bench with seven other boys and girls my age to go through the ornate purpleheart wooden doors beside us and convince a panel of the toughest people in the nation that we deserved a chance to join them.

When my turn came, I stood up straight and checked myself over. My black pantsuit, selected and by my mentor Peacekeeper Riley, was smooth and free of lint. My hair was neatly collected into a bun so tight and uniform I could almost see myself in it. My toned muscles were apparent in the snug, tailored outfit. I looked as good as I ever would.

Inside the room, two men and one woman waited for me on the other side of a shiny ebony table. They rose as I entered, and I shook their hands in turn, firmly but not aggressively. They must have said something in greeting, but I was too nervous to remember.

"Miss Daleigh," one of the men said. "Please, take a seat." He indicated the comfortably padded carved chair. I laid my folder on the table as I sat, my hands clasped in my lap.

"My letters of recommendation," I said when they glanced at the folder. I slid it across the table to them, though of course they'd already seen them. I was told to bring copies for records. It hadn't been difficult to get them- in fact, I'd brought two more than the minimum of four. One was from Peacekeeper Riley, one was from her superior, one from a local politician, and three from various school teachers.

"Very nice," the woman said as she leafed through the letters. "And your scores in all other areas are also very impressive, or else you wouldn't be here. Now we'd like to know a little more about you as a person."

"What would you like to know?" I asked.

"What made you want to be a Peacekeeper?" the second man asked.

I paused only a second to finalize my mostly collected thoughts. "I want to be the best," I said. It was a great feat for a District youth to even catch a Peacekeeper's eye on their mostly ersatz recruiting sweeps. "I want to serve Panem and put others before myself. I want to step up into a leadership role and lead my country to better things."

The trio deliberated, casting glances at each other.

"What do you intend to accomplish with your career?" the woman asked.

"I'll rise in the ranks and become at least a Colonel," I said. There was another exchange of glances. I would have been nervous, but the time for being nervous was past. Whatever happened, I had the gratifying certainty that I'd done my utmost.

"One last question," the last man said. "Why should we pick you?"

It was an obvious question, so I'd prepared for it. I'd had time to set out a dozen strategies before settling on heartfelt, solid honesty.

"I've shown you all the reasons I have," I said, extending a hand toward the file. "The choice is yours."

Braddock "Brad" Simpson- District Seven male

"Wonder who it will be this year," Logan mused as we chopped the tree we'd just felled into manageable lengths.

"Probably someone no one cares about," I said. "It usually is."

"Brad! Everyone has someone who cares about them," Rowan said, and he was so shocked he missed the trunk and buried his axe in the dirt.

"Right. Probably it will be someone I don't care about," I said.

"Well, as long as it doesn't effect you, I guess it doesn't matter," Logan said.

"Like you feel any differently," I said. "Every year you hope it's not someone you care about, don't you? And most of all you hope it's not you."

"Most of us are at least decent enough not to say it," Logan said.

"I'm decent enough to tell it like it is," I said.

"And what if it is you?" Rowan asked.

"I'd kill anyone I had to and I'd win," I said.

"Must be lucky to be perfect," Rowan said.

"Cut the crap. The proof's in the pudding," I said, pointing at the trunk. We'd started at the same time, but my section was almost entirely cut through, while Rowan's was barely halfway. "I'm stronger than you. I'm smarter than both of you. You're lucky we can't get Reaped together."

"You want some honesty? This is why no one likes you," Logan said.

"You want some honesty? That's why I don't care," I said, pointing back at the log.

Finally, I thought when I got home. I work hard all day, and when the whistle blows, I get to play hard. All I wanted was some time to rest, some good food, and to have a good time. I didn't understand why that was so difficult.

"Really?" I asked when I saw my favorite shirt on top of the pile of dirty clothes in the washtub.

"I didn't get to it yet. I've been busy," Sienna said.

"You need to manage your time better," I said. My little sister only worked half days. The assumption was that she'd be able to do housework. If she couldn't do her job, she shouldn't get to cut out early.

"It will be done soon," my mother broke in. "Don't pick on your sister."

"I'm just being honest," I said. If no one told people what they were doing wrong, they'd never get better. Obviously someone hadn't been getting that done.

"And the roof is still leaky," I commented within my father's earshot.

"You're welcome to fix it," he said.

I huffed and sat down on the wooden couch on the porch. I spend all day busting my butt in the lumber yards, and I can't even relax after work. I was a good guy. I only asked for a few things. Was that so much?

Brad: Brad is your typical straight white boy. He has pale skin, brown eyes, and medium-length dark brown hair. He is very tall, strong, and buff from chopping lumber in the woods.

Cloey: Mid-height, built sturdy, not very curvy. When exerting herself she is visibly muscular. Her hair is straight, thick, dark brown and just past her shoulders, usually worn in a tight bun. She has light grey-blue eyes, which are her closest thing to a striking feature, and an unremarkable face. She is tan from her outdoor life.

These turned out longer, which wasn't intentional but I do keep an eye on it. Reapings tend to be short, and then POVs get longer during the Capitol chapters.

I just realized I forgot some important suggested categories in my form! If you want to send in any of these for your character, they'll be welcomed, but you don't have to

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P.S. Cloey wasn't accepted to the Peackeeper Academy because they didn't have any slots, so she volunteered as the next best thing.