Training Day Two

District Four

Ariel Finn, 16

Somehow I manage to wake up even before my grandmother begun to knock on my door and told her I just had to get dressed as I quickly pull on the black pants and a shirt that the escort picked out because it matched my eyes. Finishing with putting on my shoes I walk out of the room just letting my hair down. I just wish Training would be over. I mean but with me knowing everything I would know but then it makes me think I need more time to prepare so I can get back to my family and Aalto. But the anticipation is killing me. And the escort says people just love me for the chariot outfit and that I am getting some real attention from it.

Which probably means my interview outfit will be something similar. Oh poor Harold, but when I sit down at the table with everyone seated he seems a little less depressed. But I think he wouldn't want to be a Career anyway probably because they would just kill him in his sleep anyway since he is no use. I don't really understand the Branch kid but he kind of gets on my nerves. Besides I doubt he has any real experience with weapons and frankly if Patrick can hit him with an arrow from thirty feet away then Branch doesn't even have a chance to use those fists of his.

Eating carefully with my fork trying to use manors since yesterday the escort got angry saying we were holding our spoons wrong or whatever. But seriously who cares? I mean we are going into the freaking Hunger Games I think we should be allowed to do what we want before then. So after finishing the delicious meal just like always I take a piece of bread that is supposed to represent District Four. I eat it quickly and try to remember Home since I might not ever see it again.

But then I remember Aalto and I quickly return to now and soon enough Finnick is pushing us to tell us to get going so quickly me and Harold get onto the elevator before waving goodbye to my Grandma and Finnick then the escort travels down with us and soon since we are only four floors up we arrive.

Most of the people are here but on the other elevator I already see the boy and girl from five arriving so I guess we aren't too late. With that I walk away not saying a goodbye because I guess it would seem awkward so I just admittedly walk to the weapon I haven't used in forever. Bow and arrow. I can use a trident and I am okay with throwing knifes and swords but I really just don't have any idea what to do with bow and arrows. So I don't start shooting immediately because I don't want to mess up and look weak but once the instructor gives me a long detailed lecture on it and the girl from Twelve is sending arrows that don't even hit the target over and over again I decide to start.

I do badly at first just hitting the outer circle of the target but it is better than everyone else with bows in their hand. Then I start sending ones that are somewhere near the middle target and feel satisfied to move on to the next weapon. They defiantly have some weird weapons here so trying new ones can't hurt right?

District Three

Micro Linux, 16

I wake up to the sound of someone pounding on the door and realize looking at the clock how late I have slept in. Guess I was tired since I was awake so late just thinking. About things going on here of course. Things like what makes Katie so insane and then about my alliance. I know that Beetee encouraged it just because he probably thinks when it comes down to it Oz can be too arrogant and Aschen just blanks out all the time so I might be the strongest link. But who knows right?

Then after all the thinking and thinking of what the Arena this year might be I know that it can't be like last year where it was a very beach like area which really helped last year's winner from Four. So it can't be that or else they will just be repeating themselves. I guess that might mean a dessert like Arena I will only truly figure out when I am standing on the metal plate.

I get up quickly changing before walking outside and stuffing food down my mouth realizing I am loosing precious time that could be spent learning about plant life and traps with rope and all those things. Because if I want to live I know I have to know how to survive. And unlike Careers who just have the Cornucopia things I might have nothing. That is why I love the idea of an alliance. Even if I will have to break it off eventually.

But with that I, Katie, and the escort Ty walk to the elevator waving goodbye now with full stomachs and go down to the Training Center. When we get there I know we are probably the last to arrive but don't care. With this Oz walks right up to me. "Where were you? We need to discuss are plans!" He says. I blink at him strangely walking away from Ty and Katie. But Katie just goes to be with the younger kids and I am sad to say I won't be warning them about her. Only one person can live after all so I can't be the hero.

"Plan for what?" I ask Oz and Aschen is next to him playing with some rope in his hands as he ties it and unties it with enormous speed.

"For the bloodbath of course. I mean what are we going to do?" Oz asks. I am sort of surprised because I believed that we would be worrying about this tomorrow not today just because it is only day two of training but I guess today we will draft up a plan and tomorrow we will start making it official. "We will talk about it while we learn about plants." Oz declares and I just go along not really caring enough.

So we walk over to the plant station currently empty and just start reading when Aschen surprisingly is the one to first say the idea. "I think we should defiantly get something but try to stay out of the fight. Maybe get the simple stuff?" He says.

I guess that would be a good idea to get something but not to really get involved but it just takes a second of doing one wrong move for one of us to end up dead not even after the first night in the Arena. But then again what if we don't know how to survive any other way? Then we would need something to survive. But then we might die getting those things. Either way we could die. But I guess this is just the beginning of the plan anyway.

District Five

Ada Linus, 18

My hands are persistent as I desperately try to get the fire to start. I need to know these things because I know I can't just rely on what I get from the Bloodbath or Sponsors. If I want to stay alive in the Arena I need a plan. And I need to know how to stay alive. And surprisingly enough unless you are a career then you should really be catching up on survival skills because guess what? Starvation can kill just like a knife would. And eating poisonous fruit. That could kill easily.

So I have been spending this morning and yesterday catching up on survival skills. I tell myself I will need to pick up some weapon after lunch and just get somewhat use to it. At least to the point where I know how to use it. I won't go for a weapon but if it comes down to it I won't let the fact I have no idea how to use a machete be my downfall. I think I will learn to use a trident or something like blow darts because they seem useful. I think a trident would be hard to use so I think blow darts would be perfect. And if I could dip them in poison… it would be something helpful.

But right now I need to know how to get this fire going and I won't give up to I can get it started. I don't want an alliance I really don't just because it is hard knowing they could kill you in your sleep or that they have to die for me to get back to my father and Herman. Oh Herman I wish you could be by me to help me through this. But at the same idea I hate the thought because it feels so selfish. It is one of my fears, the idea of him being reaped; I guess I just never thought of the possibility of being reaped myself. And what if my father falls back into a depression?

I remember though when Herman said goodbye he was so practical I wish my mentor was like him because they aren't too helpful and I feel like I am just all by myself. Maybe I am just because I know I won't have an alliance and my mentors are old enough they are at the point where they just hate their lives.

If I win is that what will become of me? But no I have Herman and my father they wouldn't let me fall that low. But what is worse? Falling to the level of someone like the morphine addict female Mentor from Six? But at least Dawn is pretty and can try to sexy angle. And the male mentor doesn't seem like a morphine addict. But still I guess I could never really pull the sexy angle off. I would never live it down knowing that creepy capitol men consider me, 'Sexy' I just don't like the idea of them looking at me like that. I think Ariel form Four can pull Sexy off but me? No I just couldn't do it.

Without even realizing it at first I finally notice that I have a steady fire going and smile and sigh with relief I got it down but now I just try to keep it going and just wish I was back home. But in the end I am not. I am here and there is nothing I can do to change it.

So I might as well accept it.

District Twelve

Kami Dewulf

Throwing knife after knife into the target I sing a song from District Twelve not caring that people are looking at me strangely. The knife doesn't go too well into the target but it is better than nothing right? I mean I can see that Aspen boy following me which is getting annoying. I don't even know why I joined the alliance with the younger kids. I just can't trust them.

But I will just make it out of the bloodbath with them and then leave during the night to go on my own. I guess it is okay of an idea but I wish I could ask Haymitch only the drunken man is well drunk and he isn't too much of the help. I guess that is part of being a District Twelve tribute right? Being overlooked is just part of that package. I hate it though.

So I sing a little bit louder and a career girl frowns at me. "Can you please stop singing?" She asks. I think she is from District Two or something. But she picks up a knife in anger after telling me off and sends it right into the very middle. I frown hoping I haven't made an enemy but I stop singing and the girl doesn't say anything else but from her movement as she quickly and so gracefully sends each knife through the air I think she is sending them with ray of anger or something and worry for my safety.

With that I leave the knife throwing station and just go to learn about the camouflage section and just have fun starting to paint my arm though I think I am being rather stupid not even learning anything and force myself to actually try and make my arm look like the tree they have for people to paint from. Frankly it doesn't go too well.

Then I see Aspen with me again and get annoyed enough. "You know you are free to go where you want right? You don't have to follow me." I say and he frowns before walking away without a word and just looks back surprised still in shock.

District Six

Dawn Evans, 16

I hold up the bow and arrow deciding that after the beginning of today and all of yesterday of studying survival skills I can take a break for the rest of today to fit in some weapon things and maybe some camouflage. I mean this is a fight to the death and though I am not exactly a blood thirsty career I do need to know some things about weapons.

Something about the weapon just feels so natural in my arm. Just because of working in a medicine store my entire life and sometimes mixing and making more organic and made with more of things in nature you have to have steady hands so nothing spills. And I guess it has made me quicker because when I handle the machete I turn and slice each of the dummies. I smile satisfied though when I look to the District Four girl and her elegance I know I am nothing. But at least I am not completely weak. And just like my sister told me in my goodbyes. I know my way with medicine.

The instructor smiles and then offers to throw small objects at me for me to duck while I slice the dummies which really seem to be endless. I mean it makes you wonder if they have a warehouse full of these things. I mean doesn't it bother the Capitol how much money they spend on the Hunger Games? But either way it doesn't matter I just have to focus on staying alive.

I can't be allies with Aspen because I know I will just feel bad for him and he will never really help out. It makes me wonder what the Capitol is turning me into when I say that he would just be unnecessary baggage. But I just make myself promise I will never fall into the blood lust or insanity some tributes fall into. I won't fall into that darkness. I can't.

After getting hit a few times with the soft and light things the instructor throws at me I begin to go faster but still always get hit at least one. But maybe I should just move on to learn about some other weapons. It is hard to fit all of these things into just one day. I put down the machete and try to get my heart rate a little lower so I can just move on to maybe learn about tying nots since everyone seems to be ignoring that station.

But when I turn around I am face to face with the boy tribute from District Seven. "That was impressive." He says and I analyze him for a few seconds trying to figure if he was joking or anything. I mean is he just mocking me?

"What does that mean?" I say trying to not but anger or annoyance in it just in case he is someone who plans on teaming up with the careers.

"Nothing," The boy says. I think his name is Isaac. Then with that he looks almost as if he just realized something and walks away to one of the many stations here. I let out a sigh slightly confused but just try to move on and get some more training in before lunch. Starting with maybe where there are some blow darts because it is one of the simplest weapons. And let's admit I am not exactly that perfect with weapons. I mean I could never imagine myself holding a heavy sword. Though I just need to make up for my lack of strengths in other fields. Like intelligence and my knowledge of medicine.

I won't be overlooked I just won't.

District Two

Jasper Cortez, 17

Sitting down with a plate of food I look around angry after Branch bad talked me. He is really testing his luck with me. And he thinks he could even stand a chance against me? I know the Hunger Games are awful but I am not going down without the fight. I want to get back and be a victor. And so I sit next to Tara who is actually a pretty good person to have as a District Partner because she is strong and not too bad looking. But I just need to make sure that I stay clear of her tricking me because there is no way I am letting that happen.

"So I was thinking do you guys have any plans for the Bloodbath?" Branch asks. I mean seriously? The plan is to fight! Someone like him who seems to be quite sadistic when it comes to fighting should know that. He looks around at all of us before rolling his eyes. "Oh whatever I guess what they say about you guys is right."

That is it; he did not just insult my District! I stand up and know that in a way he was insulting career districts. You know some people may not like us but District Two is still my home no matter what. "Shut up right now before I make you." I say. Tara smiles lightly but manages to not show her emotions too much as Ariel and Kenmeina try to just look away as Patrick just sighs rolling his eyes. But I don't really care because frankly at least Patrick isn't an asshole.

Branch smirks, "Like you could." He says.

Everyone is staring at us now. I hold back my anger hoping that maybe me and Branch just got off to the wrong foot. So I sit down and coldly spit to him. "Look kid you might think you are all tough but I have been doing this my entire life so if I were you I wouldn't be throwing around challenges before the Games even begin."

Branch looks away but doesn't speak. I really do hope he is just trying to seem tough because he is kind of getting to me. But soon lunch is over and we all head back to go train and before I can leave I feel a slim hand grab my arm. I turn around calmly because I know it is female and can't be Branch so I look and see Tara.

She sighs, "Look I hate him too okay? I don't trust him but it is probably just best if we have him during the bloodbath then we can kill him off." She says and I calm down suddenly.

I almost got into a fight and Tara stopped me. "Okay but why do you even care if I beat the asshole up he could use it?"

She looks away, "Because we need your strength during the bloodbath too."

District Eleven

Rosaline Greene, 15

I look around the Training Center once more trying to decide if I can trust a soul here. Everyone is so busy with weapons flying around and a fire blazing with people all trying to train like there is no tomorrow. Well for some there is no next week. How sad is that? This all is so awful it makes me want to scream but I can't because in the end my sister needs me to come home. She needs me to try.

Continuing to pant my arm I start to see the resemblance to the orchards in District Eleven and just so badly wish I was back home. But I push the homesickness away and continue to paint. Soon enough my entire arm is just like home. So I don't wash it off and just leave the station like that. Maybe it could come off bad but slightly I want Branch to see it. I want him to remember home.

And what they would they if they knew he was here teaming up with careers. They would hate him for it and frankly I am starting to dislike him for it. It isn't usual for a further out District to be a career and Branch is doing just that. And he acts like it is nothing. Man he is just one ball of anger in the skin of a human. But I guess he has his reasons for being so angry which makes me feel sad for him but I have lived on my own with my sister and my parents are dead and I don't act like him.

Trying my hand with knot tying I lose myself in figuring out all of the confusing knots and it is truly fun just because it takes my mind off of something. Of course my mind has to ruin it by saying this is all part of training to fight to death with twenty three other people all in this room with me.

Defiant mood killer.

Tying a knot that could easily catch an animal a try it out and pick up the bundle of rope and let it fall into the circle and let it activate the trap in it is trapped. I smile thinking how useful that could be and the instructor is so ecstatic to help me and I am the only one here anyway so I guess he has enough time to spend helping me anyway.

I just wish I was back home though.

District Eight

Bethaney Tranand, 14

I wish that today was over. I just keep replaying my sister's crying over in my head and it is driving me insane. Not only does Farro seem to hate me but really I can't trust anyone of these people because they want me dead. Then again I know that all of them need to be dead to if I want to see my family again. I guess I am just having a slight mental break down but I just try to practice as much as possible. I know that my mentor said to keep away from weapons I use well but the throwing knives are just calling to me.

No I am not some insane blood lust girl I just used them yesterday and it came so naturally like an extension of my arm so I just give in and maybe this way I can look threatening. Threatening enough that they don't look at me as weak or an easy target but not strong enough to be worried. Which I guess is pretty honestly what I am, but maybe I can just make my way out of this. Just maybe.

So I pick up a small knife at first and throw it and it land so close to the center that I just know if I keep trying maybe I can get somewhere with this. I hear footsteps and look back quickly a knife clenched in my hand and see Farro standing with his hands in his pockets.

"You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that." I point out.

"You really should but down large knives when you talk to people." He points out and glances to my knife still in my hand and I sigh and put it down on the table. Farro truly is a weird kid. I guess he must have been through some awful stuff because he just seems to be really bipolar. Sometimes he doesn't talk to anyone and yells at anyone who does and other times he is nice and treats me like I am his little sister or whatever.

And I think he is giving the escort a headache which I really don't mind anyway just because she is rather annoying anyone and defiantly over reacted rushing me and Farro into the shiny black car saying if we didn't move quick we would have to walk because she isn't going to get her hair wet or her mascara running down her face. Like seriously can you have some sympathy knowing that at least and probably both of the two kids standing in front of you is going to be dead?

But it doesn't matter and Farro just walks away like it were nothing and I just roll my eyes and try to get back to training.

District Nine

Adriella Mather, 14

You know acting weak is getting on my nerves. I hate people thinking I am weak yet I am telling myself I have to do this. But I can't! And I need sponsors so I need to do whatever I can to get a high training score so after once more snicker from somebody I pick up a bow and arrow and pick up arrows and see more people staring at the weak and bubbly girl now with a cold face and a bow in her hand.

I send the first arrow quickly and it hits the second ring and now that I have a good feel for how it works I can send them all more quickly until one hits right in the very middle. With that I put down the bow and stomp away frustrated and go back to the shelter building station and for now no one laughs or snickers at me thinking I am just a bloodbath.

There is something about building a shelter that really gets me into it as I take the wood and use things that I could find even back home and make something of it.

It really uses the phrase when life gives you lemons make lemonade. I guess I am making something of the trash the instructor lays out and build it into something. I wonder if the Arena will be something like that where I can just build up a home base and hang out there.

But I am not stupid; I know the Game makers would never allow it. Because frankly to the audience I might seem boring because obviously seeing me attacked or burnt is fun to them. I guess something is just making me angry so I just try to calm myself down and focus back on learning. But soon I even have something I can sleep in and have it protect me from rain!

But I am not that excited because in the end this is the Hunger Games after all, no room for smiles.

District Seven

Isaac Total, 14

I want to yawn but I keep it in as I run my hand through my brown hair and put down the matches I have been using in fire building and put out the fire I had going as I realize that Training Day two is already coming to an end. It just makes me so nervous and sick to my stomach realizing soon I will have to be going through all that makeup preparing and have to talk like I am happy to be here. I just hate that I have to make myself lie. It makes me angry and sad all at the same time.

Then I walk looking down at the floor not even noticing until I bump into something. I look up seeing the girl from District Six. Everything just seems so much slower with me since my mind is all centered around food and sleep but I decide to just focus on this Dawn girl for a moment.

"Sorry," I mutter to her trying to excuse the fact I bumped into her.

"No problem I guess I should just be glad you didn't try to stab me or anything." She says. I am not really sure why I find this funny though because after all in a week maybe if I had run into her I would pull out a knife. Would I really fall that low so quickly though? But then I remember my wish to just want to keep away because if I make an alliance I risk seeing them die. That is if they don't stab me. And this girl is simply saying something that back in the Districts could get her in trouble.

I give up just letting a small laugh out though it feels so strange and not exactly true. "I am pretty sure that is illegal." I say to her since it is true that tributes can't hurt other tributes until that gong rings announcing the beginning of the 60th Hunger Games.

She shrugs, "Who cares I mean we all are probably going to be dead soon. All but one." She says bitterly. I just stare at her in amazement for the second almost expecting her to say she was joking. She looks at me and sighs, "Sorry I am Dawn." She says.

"Isaac," I tell her. But with that I see the Escort waving to me and nod to her once before leaving her and then going to where the escort and Boxxy stand. When I get to the elevator we enter and push the button and Boxxy gives me a strange look. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing I guess you and her are an alliance or whatever?" She asks bluntly.

"No," I say quickly.

Boxxy doesn't say another word and we quickly travel to our floor and walk out where dinner is already waiting for us and Avlida is sitting.

"So how did today go?" Avlida asks as we sit down and an Avox with blonde hair comes and hands each of us plates and I start piling food onto my plate and remember that I don't have two other mouths to feed like I usually do and just begin to eat hoping Seraphina held her promise that she would take care of them. Though now it feels like it was so much to ask. "I was thinking and I want to know where you guys stand on alliances." She says.

"I think I am going to go about on my own." I want to say but then I remember how Boxxy asked me if I and Dawn were an alliance. And for a moment I thought about it. It would be better if maybe I did have someone with me. "I was thinking the girl from District Six." I say impulsively. But maybe this isn't such a bad thing. Maybe she really is someone good be a good ally with.

District Ten

Wolff French, 17

I sit at the dinner table as the escort talks on and on until it just makes me even more home sick because back home I could just be on my own. Now I constantly have to train and talk strategies. Then again I guess I might end up all alone in the Arena so I should probably just enjoy my days before I have to enter the horrors that are the Hunger Games.

The male mentor lets out a long sigh and look to us. "We were thinking and well we think you two would survive longer together." He says it awfully quickly and doesn't even give us time to process it before he keeps on talking. "I know it isn't exactly what you are planning but you both could use each other's strengths."

I look to Coraline. She doesn't really seem to be reacting to everything but frankly I wouldn't mine being her ally just because she is from home. Besides it would be harder for her to betray me because if she does and wins our District won't be happy. I mean people would understand that she would have no choice but I think there is something about the fact everyone is strangers except for that one person in the Arena with you even though you might not have meet them before in the end they are still from your home.

"OK then," Coraline says quietly and she eats so properly I think the escort might like her better just for it too because I try but frankly I don't give a care how I look when I am eating. I mean this is the Hunger Games so I am giving myself permission to not care about what the escort thinks. Or how much I eat because I need to fill up anyway. The only thing that matters is how potential sponsors and other tributes see me.

Coraline looks to me and I just shrug. "Yeah I think it would be a good idea." I say. After that it is decided and some part of me is kind of glad Coraline is my ally. Soon the escort and mentor leave and I just sit on the couch across from Coraline as she twirls a piece of her brown hair.

"So are you really going to be my ally?" She acts questioningly. But not in an insulting I-don't-trust-you way.

I shrug simply saying, "Yeah I think they are right when they say we will live longer with each other." She just nods to this and I want to ask her a lot of questions. Like what her life was like before this and what in the world possessed her to volunteer like myself. "Besides we are the two volunteers from District Ten remember?"

She laughs slightly. "Yeah I guess we are though I still don't understand that girl from twelve." She says with a sigh and looks away.

But right now maybe we should just discuss what are plan will be because when tomorrow comes I don't want to plan I just want to rest. "So what is our bloodbath plan?" I ask her.

"I think we should really get something but nothing that would get us killed. Maybe just the outlining stuff and one bag? I am fast so I could easily get a bag and be out of there." She says.

"I guess that would be a good idea Coraline." I say.

She shakes her head. "You don't have to call me that just call me Coral okay?" She says with a thin smart.

"Okay then I will call you Coral."

District One

Patrick MacDougall, 17

My heart is racing as my arms press to the dresser. In the nice room I have my hands resting on a dresser where I have my outfits to wear for training and I just stare up into my reflection seeing my red hair and green eyes and my face sweaty. I just am a nervous wreck you could say. Just a week ago I was running through a field of fake grass on a person's lawn with a bag of goodies on my shoulder.

Isn't this the same way? Holding baggage with protecting myself with a good old bow and arrow and dagger? I mean if I show them that I can handle a bow and arrow well then they well but one in the Arena because all they want is for the violence and putting career's favorite weapons into the equation just makes things even more exciting. Yup a teenager killing other teenagers is just so thrilling.

But either way I just can't believe all of this is happening and usually I wake up and am doing all of this with my closest friends who always back me up. Not five other people who want me dead so they can get that pretty little crown on their heads. I mean seriously they were already fighting during lunch! I don't trust Branch either but he is a good fighter and we could use him.

I don't even know what I am going to do with my interview. I wish I could say how I want to get back to start a new life and no longer steal but that would just get my friends in trouble. Though I could use the new life strategy but I just hate the idea of everyone in on my personal life. But if it gets me sponsors then… well I have to.

Not able to sleep I walk out into the hall and go to the window. It is thunder and lightning but still the entire city is lighted up and everyone is just so happy. They wouldn't be that happy if they were in my position. They would all be bloodbaths. Then I hear footsteps and turn around quickly from leaning against the window and see Kenmeina.

"Hey," I whisper before leaning back on the window. They window is one of those that go from the marble floor all the way to the ceiling, it acts a wall.

"Hey," Kenmeina says and comes to look outside the window besides me. "Can't sleep?" I shake my head and she laughs a little. "Me neither. I can't imagine what it will be like in two days when I have to know I am going to the Arena in the morning." But how can she say that when she is just a career who loves this? Maybe she doesn't love it and I don't either but we both are just going to be with the careers and kill other people. Hunt them down too. The fact we would be nervous breaks the rules of careers.

"It will be hell." I say shaking my head and looking to my feet. "I just can't stand how they love all of this so much. I mean I have never really hated the Games just because I just don't care but doesn't it seem strange that people like watch people kill each other?" I ask. I might not be your normal sadistic career but it is true, the Hunger Games is something I don't like but I know it is just way out of my limits to stop it. And all I want is to start a new life with my friends.

"Yeah," She says furrowing her eyebrows together in thought as lightning crashes to the ground and thunder roars through the silence and darkness. "I just don't understand how a punishment for the Districts which is basically torture turned into a loved TV show." She says. And for a minute I just laugh a little bit.

"It is crazy." Then I look back into the sky and wonder what this year's Arena will be like but don't bother because I know how there is just no way will I be finding out soon or before the Games actually start.

"Yeah," She whispers pushing her hair behind her ear and I just stare outside. It is a rather crazy world we are living in.

Hey guys check out this super long chapter! Well at least for me… so yeah I wasn't be lazy yesterday I just combined two parts into one so I can have less chapters before the Games even begin. With my calculations there will probably be… four chapters before Sixty Seconds. Oh so yeah after interviews I am doing one last chapter in the Capitol with before they leave and then the next will be around a hundred to two hundred words from every single person's P.O.V.s and how the take in the Arena and what they plan on doing. Then the Games begin! I still haven't decided if I am going to do a Sponsoring system just because I am controlling a little bit and like deciding what tributes get and don't get. You know? Anyway-

Poll is still open for all of you to vote for your favorite tributes and it closes when the actual Hunger Games begin and I will tell you all the results.