First off, please keep your eye out for allies, as we only have 4 reapings left.

Secondly, my sister, MornieGalad Baggins has a SYOT open on her page, which is a quarter quell! There is more information on her profile, so check it out there, and maybe send a tribute or two her way.

Thirdly, I still do not own the Hunger Games.

Fourthly, thank you to Khloe Grace and Finnick17 for Lydia and Archibald respectively.


Tisha Pelcyger, District 7, 25 years old, Victor of the 3rd Games.

She had only one option.

Tisha just got off the phone with Byron, but he hadn't said anything that made sense, besides the first thing he said.

"If you don't want any danger, just don't get involved with me during the games."

And that is exactly what Tisha wanted. Sure, the capitol couldn't target her, but they could reap her adopted daughter, Delores, to hurt her for the fact that she had possibly started the mistake of the fourth games. If she could prove that Byron was rebellious and had a plan to kill somebody though, then maybe she could prove her loyalty and then Delores wouldn't have to go into the games at all.

It was then that Kyron, the escort, went towards the reaping bowl and pulled out a name. Kyron had been in District 7 as long as Tisha could remember, so he wasn't really nervous, as he had basically seen anything when he was their escort, from the rebellious to the overly supportive for the capitol. He had also seen shy tributes, to the very outgoing ones, and it didn't seem to matter who came for the district. Since Tisha won by only having a mercy kill, when she didn't even need that to win, since he was bleeding out, it didn't matter if you were over confidant or if you thought you were going to die, nobody had won, but Tisha wanted to change that, she wanted to prove to the capitol that she, unlike Byron, wasn't a mistake. Kyron read the name.

"Lydia, wait a moment, let me make sure I get this right, Bi-al-o-bre-ski? I am sorry if that's wrong, but please, I think you can figure it out, please come up."

Tisha noticed the fourteen year old section had parted around a short girl with long, blonde hair, wearing tan pants and a black top. The girl was also wearing a red tie, which was really the lone color in the outfit. Tisha had shivered when the fourteen year old section parted. Fourteen years was too young for somebody to have to kill somebody, but it's what life was ever since twelve years ago, so she had to go along with it.

The girl, realizing that it had been her name pronounced by Kyron, started crying. The Peacekeepers had started walking towards her, wondering if they would have to escort her to the stage, but even in tears, she still managed to walk the entire way up unassisted. That was a start, Tisha thought, but she would have to really make a good impression to the capitol in everything else.

Kyron, wanting to get this over with before anything else happened, quickly made his way to the boys reaping bowl and grabbed the first slip of paper he found.

"Archibald Murphy." said Kyron, almost laughing, due to the two names combined Tisha thought, or maybe he had finally lost it after being in District Seven for about one week for thirteen years.

Slowly, the fifteen year old section parted around a boy of average height with, for a guy Tisha thought, really long hair, since it was almost down to his shoulders. He didn't seem to be too dressed up, as he was in normal clothes.

When he got to the stage, what he did shocked her. Tisha could tell that he was as scared as he should be, since he just got picked to fight to the death, but he still was aware enough to go and hug his partner. He didn't care if he got his outfit got wet, he understood what it would mean for the capitol to see him comforting his partner. Most people would love it, and hope that he won, but even the audience couldn't make sure everything they wanted happened. When he let go, Lydia had stopped crying and actually had a small smile on her face.

"Thanks, I needed that." Tisha heard Lydia say, although she thought none of the microphones picked it up. Archibald just looked at her and gave her a small smile. He then went over to the microphone, which tributes normally didn't dare do, and started to talk.

"I know this normally doesn't happen, but if it's easier to refer to me, please, just call me Archie."

Archie walked back to where he was standing before, and waited for Kyron to end the reapings. To Tisha's shock, Kyron wobbled to the microphone, and took out a half-empty bottle of beer. So that's why he had been laughing, he was drunk!

"Ladies and gentlemen," Kyron said, slurring his words, "A toast, to your district seven tributes! Goodnight!" Kyron said, even though it was just past noon.

With that, the cameras turned off, and Kyron walked backstage and Tisha assumed he had passed out.


Archie Murphy, District Seven Male tribute, 15

He had done the only thing he could have done to help.

"Well, I hope that you made a good impression on the capitol." said his father.

"I think I did, and hopefully they didn't mind me taking the microphone."

"I don't think they should mind, you did more to help out than that drunken escort."

"At least he got through the reapings. It would have been embarrassing to have Tisha pull the names out and announce them."

"Still, this is what he gets paid for. You think the capitol would make him be sober for just one day!"

His parents then had to leave and go back to the house, but they said that Sylvan and Piper could stay. They hugged him and then his father left. His mother lingered behind for a minute or so, but then she left him and his siblings in the room.

"You did the right thing by hugging Lydia." said Piper, "I'll miss you when you're in the games."

"Thanks Piper I'll miss you too."

After he said that, the Peacekeepers told Sylvan and Piper that their time was up. Sylvan told the Peacekeeper that he had one last thing to give to Archie.

"For your district token, that is if they'll allow it into the arena." Sylvan said, handing over a piece of bark that Archie, on close inspection, thought looked a little like an arrowhead.

"Thank you. I'm sure that they will allow it." Archie said, "They've had people take sharper and more dangerous things into the arena."

The Peacekeepers then escorted them out of the room, and Archie knew that the only thing he could do now was wait until the train came.

It was then he heard a loud "Thump."


Lydia Bialobreski, District 7 Female Tribute, 14

Her teacher was the only one who had visited her.

Lydia wasn't exactly surprised by the fact that her step-mother hadn't visited, but she had hoping that she would at least get to say goodbye. Her teacher had met with her step-mother outside the building, and she told her to tell Lydia good luck for her.

"I'll miss you in the art class" her teacher had said.

She had left a few minutes ago, when the Peacekeepers had told her that her time was up. She had given Lydia a paintbrush, saying that it might be of some use in the games.

"Thank you, I know that I'll find something to do with it."

It was because of the fact that the Peacekeepers had stopped watching her room a while ago that it surprised her when there was a knock on the door. She got up to answer it, and she found out that it was the escort, Kyron, she though was his name, and with a new bottle of beer in hand. She thought that he didn't know where he was, and his next words confirmed that.

"Bartender, would you open this? Actually, never mind, I have an opener in my pocket."

"Kyron, maybe you should sit down." Lydia said, still stunned at how drunk he was.

"Don't mind if I do." Kyron said, and he passed out and collapsed on the floor.

Lydia heard footsteps coming from outside, and thought maybe the Peacekeepers were still on the premises, but she was surprised to see Archie come in through the door.

"Is everything okay in here?"

"If you're asking if I'm okay, then yes, but our escort is passed out on the floor"

"Well, I'm actually surprised he made it that far, given how drunk he was at the end of the reapings."

It was then that a train whistle startled them both. The train whistle only signaled for the games a few minutes before the tributes were to leave.

"Well, what are we supposed to do with him?" Lydia asked.

"I guess we should both grab an arm and help him to the train, it's the only thing I can think of, since neither of us could just carry him. Maybe once we're at the train Tisha will know what to do with him."

"Well, let's get going, it would be a bad impression if we were late to the train."

With that, they both took one of Kyron's arms and lugged him out the door, hoping that Tisha wouldn't be mad at them if they were later than expected to the station.


Tisha Pelcyger, District 7 mentor

She was worried that the tributes would only feel more rushed.

The conductor had told her that they hadn't meant to sound the whistle, and that they still had fifteen minutes before everybody had to be on board. It was then that she saw two figures, no wait make that three, coming towards the train. She realized that it must be the tributes, but she couldn't figure who the third person was.

"What happened to you? And who is that you are dragging? He looks like he got hit by the train!"

"Nothing happened to us, just a loud thump." Archie said, "As to who this is, your description of him is interesting, since he is Kyron, the escort. He passed out drunk in Lydia's room, which was the loud thump. We thought we would have more time before we had to leave, but we came down when the five minute whistle sounded."

"Well you still have ten minutes, the whistle was accidentally sounded." Tisha said "This isn't the first year Kyron's been drunk, just so you know. I think he was drunk the first three years of the Hunger Games. I don't understand why the capitol keeps him on staff. Want to put him on the train so you can stop carrying his weight?"

With that the three of them lugged him onto the train, and they put him on the couch. After they did that, they all sat down on the benches, enjoying a few more minutes of fresh air before they had to board the train.