Since I used Hiroko's POV basically to describe all of your tributes from her point of view (not necessarily mine), I'm giving her another one early on in the story. Not the Bloodbath, where all of the tributes who haven't had a POV to themselves in the Capitol chapters, but early on.

Just tonight I will stay;
And we'll throw it all away;
When the light hits your eyes;
It's telling me I'm right.

KORINA MAWER, DISTRICT 2

The night was far too beautiful to be her last, Korina Mawer told herself, as the leant over the metal rail, and watched the city below. Strange, she supposed, that she was alone up here; from what she'd heard, some of the other tributes knew of this place. While training- not that she needed it, she blustered- she had idly eavesdropped upon many conversations, and learned many interesting things.

Interesting things that could, in context, be put to use. Would she ever use them? She didn't know.

"Yeah, of course I will." she mumbled to herself. She summoned up a ball of spit into her mouth, leaning farther over the rail, and let it loose. It gave her some kind of grim satisfaction to imagine it might a Capitolite. What, would they think it a drop of rain? Maybe she should start dropping bricks? Was there anything large enough to throw that might hurt?

Korina considered searching around for something to throw, before changing her mind last minute. Still, she jumped down from where she stood on the ornate metal railings, and wandered across the roof, with a strange spring in her step. She'd be lying if she said there wasn't a sick kind of excitement pulsing through her. The anticipation, alone, was delicious. After a build up of seventeen long years, the idea that she would finally be reaching her climax, reaping the fruit of her labours, was enough to send a shockwave through her bones.

The thought that in order to live her idea of a dream, she would have to end the lives of twenty three other children, did not even occur to her. She was blissfully incoherent, in the way that only a Career tribute could be. And the worst part? Korina Mawer barely understood that she was soon to be a murderess.

"You like it up here?" The voice almost made her jump out of her skin. She swore loudly and leapt backwards, almost tipping herself over the edge of the railings, but managed to stop herself just in time. Rough hands met smooth metal, and she clung on for dear life, as her torso and head swung over the Capitol below. The speaker did nothing to help.

Korina growled, heart pumping so hard she could barely speak. "A little help?"

When the person did not reply, she sighed, and used all of her might to force herself back over the edge, and back onto the solid surface. Her eyes narrowed, Korina turned to look for the person who had ignored her request for help, fully intent on giving them the hiding of their life. But as she took in the appearance of the person, she raised her eyebrows. "You're stalking me. I knew it. Okay, when's the part where you kill me and croon to my lifeless body?" She snickered. "If you'd let me die, you wouldn't have had a chance."

Nickel Peppersmith moved a little further into the light. His blond eyebrows were knitted, although there was no sense of real emotion on his face aside from that. While he might have been emulating it, his eyes were glazed, and his mouth hung open almost stupidly. When he spoke, he sounded rather curious. "There's a force field. My mentor told me when she caught me up here last night. So you wouldn't have died. You just would have been… cooked."

She had to stifle a nervous laugh at his oddity. While she was sure that some of her female peers from District 2 might have overlooked his strangeness in favour of his looks- and she may have done so at first- she was oddly repulsed by him. But equally, she couldn't quite bring herself to be rid of him. Nickel was like a fat spider; unbearable to get rid of personally, but Korina found herself hoping that somebody else would bump him off. So she didn't have to.

"You're incredibly charming." Korina replied cheerfully, moving as far away from him as possible. Despite herself, she shot him a rather amiable smile. "Your interview was slightly funny. Caesar was really trying to bait you, and you had no idea…" she chortled loudly, and he raised an eyebrow, forcing a smile onto his face. "…what he was talking about. You're comedy gold, sweetheart."

While she had been aiming to insult him, he didn't seem to notice. He even smiled, just a little, and bowed his head as if to thank her for the "praise". They stood in silence for a few moments, before she sighed, and moved back to the railings. Without her really noticing, Nickel followed, and came to an abrupt halt a few feet behind her.

"You can stand with me. But I'm going in soon."

Bowing his head again, he moved to her side, standing almost uncomfortably close. Korina had to shift away slightly, such was his proximity, and shot him a hateful glower that he didn't seem to register; certainly, he was the most ignorant person she'd ever come across. Why that was, however, was a mystery to her.

"Are you going to win the Games?" Nickel asked, and his words sounded forced. Without her noticing, he shifted closer once again in order to fill the gap she'd created between the two of them. The warmth of her skin comforted him.

Korina shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe! Probably. I've trained all of my life, after all. And I'm strong, and I certainly know what I'm doing…"

"What about the other Careers?" Nickel inquired, his interest sparked. He seemed oddly excitable all of a sudden, in an almost childlike sense. He was like a child, comparing his favourite idols from the television. "The big one? The one with the glasses? The crazy one?"

"We're all crazy. You'll have to specify."

At that, Nickel blinked. He thought for a moment, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he thought, and his tongue poked a little way out of the corner of his mouth. Then, he nodded at her. His eyes were huge, and far too innocent. "The District 4 one. The girl."

EXOTICA SCOTT, DISTRICT 4 FEMALE

The shadows were thick around her. Truthfully, she'd never come across a place so easy to hide in; if she crouched the right way, and extinguished the whiteness of her eyes behind her hair, she was almost completely invisible. Nevertheless, she was having a hard time focusing, when her brain was calling… well… opportunity. From her spot near the side of the small elevator building that jutted out of the otherwise flat roof, she could see Korina and the boy from District 11.

And, for some reason, they seemed to know each other. Perfect opportunityright there. Unlike in previous years, Exotica hadn't really seen any tributes in soul-searing romances or heart-wrenching friendships this time round. Nobody who could really be manipulated and, indeed, she'd rather manipulate somebody physically weaker than Korina Mawer. Somebody who needed protecting.

But, Exotica was nothing if not vigilant. How had she escaped capture for all of her years in her makeshift business? Simple. Knowing and meeting the right people, and working out loopholes. Really, nothing she was doing was illegal. Not if you didn't count the things that couldn't be traced back to her, anyway; since it wasn't an actual registered business, she could claim she was just an adolescent airhead who liked doing things for people.

Which was, she defended, at least a little true.

They were still talking, the two of them. Exotica shifted uncomfortably, having gained a sudden, nagging feeling that they might be able to see her. Although they certainly weren't looking in her direction, she could help but imagine that she was totally conspicuous, and they were just playing along. In order to quash this strange, nude feeling, she bit down on the soft, inner flesh of her lip. As the skin tore a little, she tasted the metallic tang of her own blood for not the first time.

"Oh, Exotica…" That's right. Talk nice about me to your little boyfriend, Korina. "She's creepy. She's always touching everyone, 'cept Damien, because she's scared of him. " What?! You're dead the second I run out of use for you. Nice one, bitch. "She's physically not much of a threat, though. I'm just wor-concerned as to what's going to happen when she actually drives Audrey mental."

"She's got sad eyes," the boy said. Exotica's eyes panned round to him, unimpressed, and she took him in for the first time. He was handsome, certainly, but the attraction that Exotica usually felt to specimens like him was strangely not there. Calling someone physically attractive was entirely different to being attracted to somebody. In the same way she was attracted to Damien and the boy from 5, she felt a slight fear of him. But he was near repelling, for some reason. "She's not happy."

"So?" Korina sounded almost frustrated. And for some reason unknown to her, Exotica felt frustrated too. She just wanted them to get their cosy little conversation over with, so she could begin her manipulation of the relationship she was watching. She would be going out on a limb, since what she'd observed hadn't been precisely loving, but she'd work with whatever there was.

It seemed that, after a few minutes more of conversation, Korina was becoming weary. She turned to the boy from 11 (Nickel, Exotica had discovered his name was), and shot him her first real smile of the evening. "I'm going to sleep. Gotta be rested for tomorrow, right?"

He nodded. "Yes. Sleeping's necessary if you want to be rested."

That made Exotica actually roll her eyes. Get it over with, you idiots.

Nickel made the first move towards the elevator building after they had exchanged a brief and somewhat cold farewell. He slipped into the waiting elevator and, without missing a beat, hit the button for it to go down. Just as the doors were sliding shut, Korina shouted something along the lines of, "GOOD-LUCK-YOU'LL-NEED-IT!" before he was out of sight.

Bingo. She's alone, now. This is actually being handed to me on a silver plate. No, seriously. Can I get a side-salad with this?

For a few moments, Exotica merely observed Korina, like a predator observes its prey. She crouched, ready to pounce; if she'd had claws, she would have extended them. Her eyes fixated on Korina, as she took in every sign she could use to her advantage. The dilated pupils, still lingering on where the gangly boy had disappeared. Her uptight stance, her lifted chin, the dreamy expression on her previously hard-set face. So unless some devastatingly handsome man had appeared without Exotica's noticing, Korina was attracted to Nickel. Perfect.

Exotica stood up, and moved out of the shadows towards her prey.

"Fuck!"

Apparently, Korina didn't react well to being startled, which Exotica learned the hard way. As what felt like a small horse bowled into her, she noted that in the future, she might not startle the girl from District 2 again. Especially in the Games, when said girl would have access to weapons. Pinned to the ground underneath the physically stronger girl, she also noted that the expression of shock on Korina's face was extremely amusing, and she couldn't wait to see it again.

"E-Exotica?"

"…What's up?"

It only took a few seconds for Korina to be scrambling to her feet, although she did manage to trip over one of Exotica's legs as she went, and sent herself sprawling. Clearly unable to fathom that only a few moments previously she'd been straddling the girl who was a near permanent fixture in her nightmares, she burst into a coughing fit. Oddly, Exotica could have sworn she saw a gush of blood coming from the girl's nostrils, although when she blinked, it was gone.

When both girls had composed themselves, Exotica opened her mouth before Korina could ask exactly what was going on. A vicious leer on her face, she crossed her arms and looked down at her new prey. "Korina," she said smugly, the delicious near-victory sending triumphant shockwaves up and down her spine, "I have a proposal. An offer for you."

HIROKO REN, DISTRICT 9

Horrific images plagued the dreams of Hiroko Ren. She lay in her bed, twisting from side to side with a face like thunder, clutching a pillow to her chest. Tears escaped from slanted eyes, rolling down soft cheeks and dripping onto the mattress below her. Almost ironically, it had started raining a few minutes previously, and she could hear the slapping of water against the glass of the windows.

A crack of thunder sent her underneath her coverlet, and she let out a quiet whimper. As much as she tried to stay strong, thinking of all of her admirers back home, it was impossible. First, she'd attempted to stay silent. Then, the dry sobs had started; she'd refrained from thinking about her situation only to eschew the idea that she might start actually crying. And crying was not something she did, not Hiroko Ren. Even if said Hiroko Ren was about to face her death upon facing the morning's light, no crying. At least, that's what she'd told herself before.

Mentally, she rushed through the tributes in her head again; if she wasn't able to sleep, then she might as well do something productive with her time. After the interviews, she'd spent her early evening in glum silence, watching reruns of the Reapings in order to learn the tributes' names, and how threatening they appeared.

But it didn't feel like it meant anything. She was cursed to remain awake, when she should have been sleeping, for she didn't know when she'd next be able to sleep. Did people sleep in the arena? She hadn't come across any allies, although she hoped she'd run into a group she could ally with in the arena itself. But what if that wasn't possible?

Thus, Hiroko worked herself into a mental frenzy, as the slapping of raindrops upon her window sent hit after hit through her currently fragile mind.

District 1, Winner Sinclair… She wasn't sure about him. He seemed almost your atypical tribute from that district, although what worried her was that he might have some kind of edge behind him. The girl? Audrey… or was it Aubrey… At that thought, Hiroko slammed her fist into the headboard at the top of the bed; the sound was of meat connecting with hard wood. The girl from District 1 was simple, wasn't she? Just strong, cold, vaguely emotionless… not a trouble, right? Hiroko knew her kind.

What worried her more was District 2. Damien, for a start, terrified the living daylights out of her. That smile of his, coupled with those dead eyes… She would stay vigilant, and stay as far away from him as she possibly could. Hopefully, she would be able to wipe the image of that frozen smile of his from her mind. Korina? Less of a threat. To be honest, she didn't worry Hiroko much. She seemed more similar to a girl from a place like… oh, District 7 or something. Like it was all a huge act, but there was something layered about her. A show of toughness, softness, and then something else.

And then, came District 3. Neither of them was of huge significance to Hiroko, as much as she didn't like to admit it. The boy looked like he could use a little time away from a glowing computer screen, and the girl? Nothing out of the ordinary. Just small, petite, and rather shy. Neither of them, to be frank, bothered her in the least. The thought of pegging them as Bloodbath victims was a little too brutal… But still, she allowed herself to mentally cross them off her list of threats, particularly the girl. While there was something remarkably haunting about the boy, the girl was just… ordinary.

District 4 had Exotica and Rio. And while both were typical of the district in some senses, there was something that made them different. Something different about each of them. While Rio's glasses were clearly a weakness, what worried her about Exotica was that whatever she had- a strange, almost intimidating aura about her- was certainly not a weakness. That charisma was something she'd have to watch out for.

And then, was District 5. Both tributes there seemed like they were up to something; together, if Hiroko was correct. Although they'd carefully been spending as much time as possible apart, she'd seen them whispering to each other on many different occasions, furtively glancing at the tributes around them. While Lukas was more physically threatening, Mim had a strange aura about her. Something that was quietly intelligent, without really announcing itself. Hiroko mentally noted both of them as threats, although in entirely different ways.

Like District 3, Hiroko didn't see any real threat in either of the District 6 tributes. They were both agile and rather hyperactive, but lacked any real finesse and the girl, in particular, seemed remarkably easily distracted. Isabella was constantly fidgeting, to the point that it became annoying; Avien seemed far younger than his sixteen years, and had a close physical resemblance to some kind of small, chirping bird. Nothing to worry about.

District 7 was the next district where she was able to find threats. Charlie seemed sweet and petite, but there were serious muscles underneath that exterior. For some reason, Hiroko found herself reversing the gender roles between Charlie and her counterpart Marcus, who seemed rather more effeminate. Not that he was particularly effeminate, but the hulking Lukas would appear feminine next to a girl like Charlie Zion. Neither was a particularly prominent threat, so Hiroko wrote them off for the time being.

The next district, District 8, was very much a mixed bag for her. While Hiroko found herself intentionally avoiding the gaze of the girl Aela, who seemed so very frightening, she was a little drawn to the boy. Mason, that was his name. She didn't know why, despite their interactions over the past course of the game, but he certainly didn't seem like your usual boy from that district. Usually, they were dark haired and skinny, and Mason was neither. Aela seemed more obvious, being small and slim, but her gaze was haunting and had such depth, that Hiroko was afraid to look directly at her.

Then, there was her district. Reel, and herself. She immediately wrote it off; obviously Reel would never hurt her, he was too gentle, and it wasn't like she could hurt herself. It's not like a person could hurt themselves, right?

District 10, once again, did not stand out to her much. The boy, Patchouli, seemed like some kind of drug-addict. His skin seemed almost loose on his face, in places, and although he was reasonably handsome, the black bags around his eyes and the lost expression in his pupils told a story that Hiroko would never know. Finley? Seemed fit, certainly. A threat in that respect, since Hiroko was almost certain that Finley could take her down, if they ever- God forbid- came to blows. But what intrigued her all the more, was that she was not entirely sure of Finley's personality. Not entirely sure if that wiry stature held anything behind it.

The next great, mixed bag was District 11. The boy joined Finley in the ranks of those she was unsure of- what was his name again?- and as she summoned up a picture of him in her mind's eye, she yawned. He was pretty, but that was about it. Cold. Dead. The girl, Rose-Mary, was a different story. Pure, young and sweet… no threat…

Hiroko was falling asleep as she went on, her eyelids fluttering as they gradually drifted closed. They shot open momentarily, as she tried to keep herself awake, but the thoughts of District 12 were dying as she gradually gave in to sleep's temptation.

Nelson… sweet… kind… gentle… Rowan… pretty… mean… I don't-

And with that, Hiroko fell asleep for what could be the last time.

Okay, poll will be on my profile in approximately two minutes. The five tributes that get the least votes will die in the Bloodbath, so GO VOTE.

BLOOOODBATH BEEYTCHESSSSSSSS

I've been watching too much of Friendship is Magic, Bitch. Over and over again. I can't even watch MLP with my little siblings anymore, can't even look at bananas, can't look at the moon… Okay, none of you understand what I'm saying, but if I'm even making sense right now, never watch that video.

Sorry about all that. I'm half asleep, my little sister slapped me round the head, I set my Science textbook on fire, and-

*has mental breakdown and dies*