When I went to add Cottyn to District EIght, I read "District NIne female" in her form and thought I miscategorized her. Then I went back and that was the name of her submitter. Confusing LOL!
Thalia Anderson- District Nine female
I would never get over how much food there was in the Capitol. That, to me, seemed more miraculous than resurrection.
Nine had a Victor since I died. That was nice, but I didn't care as much as most of the people in Nine, since I was dead when it happened. Nassor introduced himself and told me what was going on. After he was done, I excused myself to meet the other Tributes.
I didn't know there were this many people in Panem. I could hardly see the end of the throng of people gathered in the huge room at the end of the hall. There were people of all shapes and sizes, some with crazy costumes and hair straight out of the Capitol. An Avox walking by with a tray caught my eye.
Ooh. Snacks.
Bliss Bete- District Nine female
Oh, no. What has become of my family?
Were Lleh, Jerica, Ooniqye, Panthy, Melan, Vejon, Joop, Derfla, and Phelony okay? All my life I'd been caring for them. They needed me, and I left them. I could only hope my friends took care of them after I was gone. This time, I had to get back to them.
"Thank you very much for taking care of me," I said to the doctors and nurses when I got up. I got dressed carefully and went out to meet the other Tributes. Right away I started looking for little kids. I couldn't help it- I was a mother at heart.
"Hey, I noticed you were looking for younger allies," a middle-sized girl said. "I'm Silver. I think I might have an alliance for you."
Mia Barnes- District Nine female
"We were really dead?" I asked the doctor.
"Definitely," he said.
"How did you bring us back?" I asked.
"You were cloned," he said.
"How do you know we're the same people?" I asked.
"We cloned you from an original sample taken before your first Games," the doctor said. "We didn't just record your DNA. There is original flesh in your body."
"How did you pick who to bring back?" I asked.
"There was a popularity contest among Capitol voters," he said.
I had a lot more questions after that. About the only weapon any Tribute had was knowledge.
Autumn Kane- District Nine
"You're not supposed to get up yet," a nurse chided me when I threw back my blankets.
"Well the Capitol isn't supposed to kill kids, but here we are," I grumbled.
"Someone has a lot of sass," the nurse said.
"I'm making up for the years I spent dead," I said as I reluctantly got back into bed.
"How did your first Games go, anyway?" the nurse asked, making conversation as she checked my joints.
"Okay, until I died," I said. I didn't want to give much away, even to a nurse. It wasn't in my nature. The less people knew about me, the less they had to work with.
Cooper Woodson- District Nine male
I was the weird one in my alliance. Most of us were a bit on the jock side. Zach was a mammoth, for example. I was... a poet. Not one of those skinny weaselly poets who wore those stupid flat hats and ate nothing but tea, but a poet all the same. Not even a manly poet who wrote about things like chopping wood and living in the wilderness. I liked to write about feelings.
It was funny how the other guys never teased me. When they had arm-wrestling matches or played bloody knuckles, I stayed on the sidelines so I wouldn't die. All the same, I was still one of the guys. Maybe they wanted someone they could say "at least I'm not that weak" about. Maybe they felt better knowing they wouldn't die first. Whatever the reason, we were friends and I was glad for it. Hey, at least I could say "at least I'm not that bad at poetry."
Tariq Bluegrass- District Nine male
Where is everyone?
I didn't want to be alone. For as long as I could remember, that had been my only thought. Alone meant darkness and rumbling in the night and spiders. If there was anyone else around me, they could tell me there was nothing there. Alone, the spiders would come back.
There were so many people in the big room. Olivier was there, but I didn't want to be with him. If there was no one else I'd take him, but after what he did, I hated him. I hated him, but I didn't want him to leave me. I could find someone else, though. Out of all these people, someone would want to ally with me. I was a good friend. Not like Olivier.
Miller Thresher- District Nine male
They kept messing things up. I was the obvious winner, and someone in the Capitol kept screwing up.
This time things would be done right. It had been so long that whoever had it in for me would long ago have been fired. Obviously they wanted me to win, since they kept inviting me back.
I was glad to see they'd retained my original body throughout the cloning process. They didn't have to make any improvements, since I was already perfect. My muscular stomach and thick limbs were the envy of the other Tributes. They only wished they were such a perfect example of the male form. They would just have to keep watching and admiring until I was the only one left.
Cottyn Thimble- Actually from Eight
Something was sticking out of my arm. It went right in there, underneath the skin. It shouldn't have been there, so I pulled on it.
AAAAAAOOOOOOOOGAHHHHHH!
A siren blared as pain shot through my arm. A thin stream of blood sprayed out of my arm as I panicked and tried to shove the tube back in.
A woman came running into the room, opening the door so fast it smacked into the wall. "What did you dooooo?!" she screamed.
Wow, hope you don't work in the emergency room, I thought. "I pulled this tube," I said as she wrapped a bandage around my arm.
"That's attached to you! Why would you do that?!" she asked.
"Sometimes I don't think things through."
Jeanie Clay- District Nine female
I knew who I was going to see sitting by the door. I waited a long time before I looked, but eventually I had to do it.
Nassor looked like he wanted to run right back out of the room. He was scrunched up by the side of the door, looking back at me with both guilt and trepidation. Silence hung in the air.
"So. You won," I said.
Nassor caught my calm tone. "Yeah. You don't have to stay with me, though. I can just go."
"It's okay you won," I said. I was actually a little happy. Since he won, that absolved me for trying to kill him. "I think I'll train on my own, though. We have different styles."
"Okay. Thanks," Nassor said, and he was out the door in a flash. Awkward.
Bliss was originally for a Mary Sue Games. I took her because it was funny. In addition, I shall try to remain neutral on Autumn even though that's the name of the girl who bullied me so badly in third grade that for the next five years I was unable to socialize at all and didn't talk to anyone outside my family. #NotAllAutumns.
