A message from The Panda: For those of you who didn't read the 175th Hunger Games; the interviewer of the tributes' name is Sisco Perry. He is a lovable Capitol man who is addicted to peppermints. Last Games, he was interviewed on his opinions in a segment called Sisco's Thoughts. This year, he might be getting his own TV Show to voice his opinions! But he needs your vote on my poll! You can find it on my profile. Also, here is the sponsor system: the better review you leave once the Games begin, the more points you get. Everyone starts with 20 points. Thank you and Happy Hunger Games!

Huggles,

The Panda

Welcome to the Capitol

Calico Swarm, Capitol Reporter

The Tribute Trains arrive one by one. First to come are the closer Districts; Two, Nine, Ten, and Three. I snap photos of the most appealing tributes, the escorts, and close-ups of each mentor. One flips me off. It's alright; I'm used to it.

I can see the amazement on each tribute's face when they pull into the station. One - the female from Five - throws up as she's whisked away to be made up for the Opening Ceremonies.

Some tall guy pushes his way in front of me just as District Eleven arrives. I push past him roughly, but someone shoves me back. I hold my camera above my head and snap pictures blindly.

When I look through them, I can see that almost all of them feature the back of someone's head.

Blanco Gates, Head Gamemaker

As I sit on my patio, I overlook each tribute as they are brought into the Training Center. Most of them look like they will provide a sufficient show, but others are puny and insignificant. I memorize each of their pathetic faces, beginning to plan their exciting deaths in my mind.

Soon it is time for me to prepare for the Ceremonies. I get a special seat above the crowd, with a magnification screen so I can see each tribute in detail.

In my Head Gamemaker robe, I sit next to the others at the booth specified for us. The anthem plays, and District One rolls out.

Their clothes are covered in shards of mirror, reflecting every light, every smile cast in their direction. I sheild my eyes from the brightness their costumes bring. District Two is dressed in drab quarrying outfits. It almost makes me yawn. But the tributes are fierce and attractive. They will make excellent players.

Three seems to be two different machines, with buttons, switches, and wires covering their gray clothes. District Four, however, is in shimmering blue-green wraps with seaweed decorating their hair. I catch glimpses of fish swimming in the cloth. District Five is rather unremarkable, with jumpsuits and work boots.

District Six is a bit interesting; the girl's dress is shaped like a beaker and actually releases colored bubbles. The boy is dressed like a mad scientist, with his hair appearing electrified and his lab coat scortched. District Seven is dressed like trees. Again.

District Eight has outfits made from different pieces of cloth. They are all different materials, colors, and patterns. It actually doesn't look too bad. The tributes from Nine are made up to look like they've been working all day, and Ten is wearing cow clothes. I wonder when we'll get some creative stylists for the Games.

The tributes from Eleven are decorated with different foods to represent agriculture, and the ones from Twelve are dressed up in black tank tops and long black pants. Their hair is powdered with shimmering black glitter.

I sit back as President Malum speaks about determination, endurance, and the great honor it is to be a part of this year's Games. As the tributes roll back into the remake center, I join the crowd in their chant.

"Run, fight, win! Run, fight, win!" It's this year's slogan. I came up with it myself. Not 100% original, but it works.

Lucetta Winter

I strip down and change into a pair of silk pajamas. The rest of the District Two group is at dinner, but I order a sandwhich and eat it in my bed. I just want to be alone right now. I need time to strategize.

The bed in my room is layered with two sheets, three blankets, and a comforter. I peel each one back and settle in.

There's some laughter from the Dining Room, and a crash. I hear the thud of running feet as they pass my door. Cracking my door open, I see an Avox rushing to clean herself off; she's covered in a brown liquid. I roll my eyes and close the door.

Meghan Belis

Dinner is extravagent. Five courses fill me up; a pink, creamy soup, fruit salad, steak and baked potatoes, a heavy green soup, and the most delicate lemon cake in the Capitol. There's also wine and hot chocolate. I finish it all, even a glass of wine. I'm hardly back into my room before I lose all of it right on the carpet.

An Avox boy comes in when I call for help. His nose flares when he sees the mess, but he cleans it up. I don't bother to change before falling into bed.

Jay Red

I sit with Maril as we watch the reapings. I'm not worried about most of these tributes, but some do seem like possible threats. But I don't worry about it too much. I'll be top dog around here by this time tomorrow, and it will be all uphill from there.

After District Twelve, I head back to my room. Maril stays to talk with her mentor.

Back in my room, I try to sleep. But I'm too excited. This is a dream come true, unfolding right under my nose! I can't hide the smile creeping onto my face.