Here's District 2! I did change a couple of things with the tributes so they could fit better into the current version of District 2, the district not having a full-fledged Academy yet.

Also, I'm working on a side project called The Tribute Tales! The first chapters have already been published, so check it out if you want.

Challis Scorn, 18
District 2 Male Tribute

Dad stepped aside, revealing a crudely painted dummy. It was given an angry face and looked like it was shouting. I swung my mace and whacked the dummy sideways. It fell and I jumped on top of it, beating it until I was sure I had "killed" it. Dad gave me a pat on the back.
"Nice work, Challis."

"Thanks," I smiled. Although I was currently living with my girlfriend, it was nice to come back and visit my family whenever I could. Dad was always there to help me brush up my training skills.
"You think I'm ready?" I asked him.
"Of course. We've been planning this for a while. Now, let's go over everything one more time. The escort draws the name of a boy. It's not you. What do you say?"

"I volunteer."
"Good. When you get up there, they might ask you why you're volunteering. How are you going to answer?" Dad began picking up the dummy...or what was left of it. Somehow, I had knocked the head off the body and all the way across the yard.
"I answer in a way that shows my loyalty and patriotism," I responded. "I'll figure what what I'm gonna say when I get there."

"Excellent! Now, if you just follow those steps, you'll be fine." Dad pointed to the mace in my hand. "And don't forget your training."
"I'm sure I won't. What about my medication? They won't let me bring it along."

"You'll have to talk to your mentor. Hopefully you'll get something there. I'm sure the Capitol will take good care of you."
Of course they would. the Capitol loved its devoted servants, such as my family. I had been waiting all my life for this moment, the moment when I would pay back our beloved government and fight to the death as their warrior.

Training was the way to go. I couldn't call myself a dedicated servant if I didn't know what I was doing. I was lucky Dad was willing to help me out, since I wasn't allowed in the local Peacekeeper Academy. They said it was because I wasn't training to become a Peacekeeper.
After helping Dad throw out the ruined dummy and put everything else away, we headed inside. Mom ran over excitedly and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Oh Challis, you are going to make us so proud today!"

It wasn't just her who was going to be proud. It was all of the Capitol. All of the loyalists. I was going to be the face of the nation.

Victoria Mason, 17
District 2 Female Tribute

When they announced the opening of the brand new Peacekeeper Academy, I was one of many kids who asked their parents for the permission to sign up. Not to train as a future Peacekeeper, though. That was the main purpose of the Academy, but I didn't really care.
Some kids wanted to train just in case. Some were bored and needed a way to spend their time. Others were considering pulling a Claymore Regans and volunteering to win the Hunger Games.

This was my case.

I thought about the steps I needed to take as Alcestis poked her head into my room. She probably thought I was reading. Well, I was. But I had hidden a special sheet of paper in my book. One with a fully detailed Games plan. My Games plan.
Step 1: Train. That one was crossed off. After all, I had done all the training I could. I glanced down the list.

Step 2: Volunteer.
Step 3: Fight through the Games and win.
Step 4: Claim fame and fortune. Move into Victor's Village with everyone but her.
Step 5: Make Dad wonder why he ever wanted to marry her in the first place.

"Victoria!" Alcestis was back. "It's lunchtime. Come down and eat."
"In a bit."
"What's wrong with coming down now? I'm certain your father would love for us to have a simple meal together as a family."

Fine. I let my book slip from my hands and onto my bed. I'd go downstairs for a simple meal, then come back up to my room and review my strategy once more. It was always good to come prepared. In my case, I was very prepared.
Prepared to rise to victory. To elevate the Mason name and get us a better live. Well, everyone except my stepmother. She tarnished the family a long time ago and could never undo her actions.
I never forgot or forgave. I would make sure she knew that.

Challis Scorn, 18
District 2 Male Tribute

"Please be careful, baby," Brianna whispered, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "If you die, you'll break my heart."
"I already broke your heart when we met. Surely, I'm not gonna do it again." I gave Brianna a grin and she halfheartedly returned it. "Come on, don't you believe in me?"
"I do, but..." she sighed. "I guess there's no talking you out of it. Good luck."

Not everyone seemed to excited about my method of repaying the Capitol. Brianna was one of them. But in the end, it was up to me to decide whether I wanted to go through with this or not.
Throughout the Reapings, I was nervous. Second by second, minute, by minute, my time was coming closer and closer. What if I say the words too late? What if someone else volunteers? What if I have an episode up there? I don't have my medication on me-

"Give it up for our first ever Victor, Claymore Regans!"
Everyone went crazy. I joined in. Claymore was a celebrity in our district. An icon. And if things went my way, I could sit alongside him next year. He was a tall man, with a square jaw and straight black hair. Upon a wave of his hand, everyone started screaming again.

Silence filled the atmosphere once the escort, the infamous Jasmine Chang, took the stage. She took her time choosing the name for the girls, to increase the suspense. Finally, she was holding an unfolded slip in her hands. "Leora Tumac!"
Slowly, a 14 year-old girl slipped from the crowd, moving as if she was in a dream. A dream that was interrupted by someone yelling, "I VOLUNTEER!"

A tanned girl burst from the crowd of 17 year-olds, long brown hair flying out from behind. I finally got a glimpse of her face, slightly intimidated by her sharp features.
"What's your name, dearie?" Jasmine asked, holding up the microphone.
"Mason. Victoria Mason."

"Thank you, Victoria." Jasmine was now holding a second slip. "Orion Becker!"
A skinny boy beside me began pushing his way through. It was my time to shine. To show the Capitol what I was made of.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

Victoria Mason, 18
District 2 Female Tribute

The first thing I noticed about my new fellow tribute was his height. I always thought I was a pretty good height for my age, but he completely towered over me. His eyes were brown, like mine, and his black hair straight as straw.
"My name is Challis Scorn," he said. "And I'm planning on winning, to show the Capitol we're forever their dedicated servants and warriors!"

I swear I saw Claymore roll his eyes.

Inside the Justice Building, I was expecting my family to act excited about the opportunity I had for myself. Instead, they were confused. My half-siblings exchanged glances and my father let a single tear trickle down his cheek.
"Is something wrong?"
"Victoria, I...I didn't know you wanted to volunteer," Dad said softly.

I felt a small pang of guilt. I probably should've told them.
"I'm doing this for you and me. To get us a better life."

"What's going on, Olive?" Little Calvin asked, only to get shushed by his big sister. Alcestis just gave me a cold stare. If she was trying to be intimidating, it wasn't working.
"Keeping such secrets from your own family! What a shameful act!"
I didn't say anything. Alcestis was trying to make me regret my decision, but I stood by it. I had come this far and wasn't going to let her bring me down.

"I understand the risks that came with volunteering, but I'm doing it for the best. Don't worry about me. I love you guys."
Alcestis just led Olive and Calvin out of the room, both waving goodbye. Dad stayed with me a little longer.
"Dad...it's okay. I can handle this."

"I know you can and I didn't doubt you for a second. I just don't want to lose you...you and I have come so far together..."
I knew what my father was trying to imply. When Mom died, we had nobody but each other to turn to for comfort. If something happened to me, he'd be alone. Sure he had my stepmother, but she wasn't exactly a shoulder to cry on.

"I'll come back. I promise."

So that was Challis and Victoria! I hope you guys like how I fit them into my headcanons of District 2. Since the Peacekeeper Academy was originally a mansion handed over to Claymore by a deceased Peacekeeper, he intended it for that purpose. But it made sense that parents would enroll their kids not for Peacekeeper training, but for worst-case scenario. Victoria has Academy training but Challis's form said he started training with his father, so he isn't enrolled in the Academy.

Next up will be an interlude, then we'll be getting back into the Reapings! Stay tuned for that!