Let's just get to it. I'll rant later.

Westria Vise, District 1 Tribute

"The moment we get to our floor, run to my room." Confused, I swung my head around towards Carson. He stared up at the elevator, watching the nubers go from 12 down to 1, dinging as it landed on the main floor symbol.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. My room is closer to the elevator than yours. And I don't want my ally number to shrink. And besides Rimmer, you're the only one I somewhat trust." Finally I caught on to what he meant; Trenton. He's going to freaking murder me.

We ascended up, which didn't take long. Poised on my toes, the moment the door opened, I dived out. Before I can even turn a corner, a fist made contact with my face. A flare of pain sparked through my nose, and a sickening crack made me stumble back.

"Hate me, huh?" My vision spun from the impact, and it looked like there were three angry Trenton's standing over me rather than one. The metallic tatse of blood flooded my lips, and I realized my nose was gushing.

"I help bring you into this world. I raise you, train you, even after your goddamn mother leaves. And this is how you repay me? By pretty much spoiling your chances at getting sponsors? By looking like a fool?" I felt a heavy kick to my stomach. I couldn't breath.

Another voice cut in. Blunt and plain, but something a little added to it. "I do believe that is enough."

I blinked, taking in the sight. Carson had a firm hand on Trenton's shoulder, pulling him away.

"Get the hell off me!" Trenton made a jab at Carson. My jaw dropped as the boy ducked, sweeping Trenton's feet out from underneath him. He planted a foot onto his chest.

"Now, I would suggest letting Westy get cleaned up and you to sit down and eat some dinner." With that, he stepped over the man, walking off to his room. My stylists helped me up, one of them leading me off to the medic.

Teagan Aniston, District 12 Tribute

"That was quite the statement you made." I looked up from my dinner towards Henri, our mentor. He had the classic Seam look, which isn't as common as it used to be.

"Yeah, I guess," I murmured. I'm going to die now. Kellen sifted around the food on his plate, not really eating. The stylists chattered with our escort Effo (Kellen's nickname has really stuck). Henri pushed away the plate.

"Get to bed, you two," he said, sounding a lot older than seventeen. "You're obviously not eating, so why bother sitting around?" We blinked at him several times, then stood, finding refuge in our rooms.

The pajamas in the drawers fit me nicely, and they were made of a satin sort of material. I went through the routine that I had grown accustomed to over the past few days; change, wash my face, brush my teeth, then lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It was during the last step that my door opened.

Kellen closed the door behind him, hand covering his eyes. "You're dressed, right?"

I tried to laugh, but it came out sounding forced. "Yeah, you can open your eyes." Kellen dropped his hand, puffing out a tired breath of air. I sat up, twisting around to have my feet on the fluffy carpet and patted the spot next to me. He plopped down. We just sat there quietly, not really looking at each other.

"Why do you think they want you dead?" he asked. I nudged back a fly away strand of hair, tucking it behind my ear.

"I wouldn't know. I did have an aunt who was reaped for the Hunger Games a while ago. Obviously, I never got to meet her. My father already despised the Games, but after his sister died in them, he hated them more."

"Do you have other aunts and uncles?" Kellen asked.

I sighed, listening to the drunken laughter of Effo. "Yeah, my Dad had an older brother. And my Mom has two sisters." The boy stared down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them several times.

"I've never met my aunt either. Or my uncles." Instantly, I wanted to hit myself. I'm getting all sad about my Aunt Winnie, when he barely has any family at all. Both his uncles, as well as his grandparents, on his dad's side, were killed in the bombings of District 12. His Aunt Primrose...well, it's a sad story to tell, nothing any one enjoys sharing. Is it strange to think she was the same age as us when she...you know...?

He didn't even have his parents around.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Kellen shook his head. "Don't be." Be sat there in silence, letting our minds wander off.

"Best be going to bed," he finally said. "Long day ahead of us." Kellen stood, stretching out his stiff muscles. Before stepping out of the room, he added over his shoulder, "Good luck tomorrow."

"May the odds be ever in your favor."

Arianne Misham, District 6 Tribute

Something is off with Dorian. Which is strange to say, coming from me of all people.

But ever since the end of the interviews, he's avoided everyone, not saying a word. As we ate our dinner, he mumbled various things, which only made half sense to me.

"Familiar faces...he would have told me...was it really fixed? That explains that..."

Dorian seems really preoccupied. But aren't we all? I just spear the potato with my fork, chewing it thoughtfully.

Drale Shetler, District 10 Tribute

I jerked back, fully awake, as I saw the shadow towards the door. The figure flinched around upon hearing me awake. Fumbling for the light switch, I saw Theo standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, a bundle of what I guess was my interview clothes.

"Oh," I half-yawned. "Sorry. I should have picked those up." Theo shrugged with his large shoulders. Dropping a sock, he bent to pick it up. I couldn't help but gaze at his strange features.

His eyes were a deeper purple than Tanya's, his ears even more sharply pointed. I assume his row of teeth had been all pointed at one point, but were now filed down. Avox's with sharp teeth wouldn't be the nicest companions, would they? Unlike his sister, he had a misshapen figure, and a forehead that stuck out a bit.

Standing up straight, he made his way back to the door.

"I promise, if she dies, it won't be because of me." Theo paused at the door. Turning around he, using a free hand, pressed his middle three fingers of his left hand to his lips.

Then, he simply turned back around, leaving the room.

Kaeden Whitrow, District 5 Tribute

I swear, the moment I get the chance, I'm blowing up the Capitol.

They were planning to kill Milo. Just some fourteen year old kid who never did anything wrong. He wasn't a rebel, wasn't some hired assassin.

Just a fourteen year old kid, like Kellen Mellark and his district partner. Like so many other kids in the Games. So many put here on purpose.

Reeda "Ree" Kails, District 7 Tribute

To be thoroughly honest, I'm not all that surprised.

Sometimes when you know too much, you, I suppose, must be disposed of. Of course, for most people, disappearing in the midst of the night will shoot up some alarm. There would be to much suspicion. Being reaped for the Hunger Games, on the other hand, is a very subtle way. It is something that has some reason behind it, and you wouldn't quite question it. Just bad luck, is all.

Come gather around, dear reader, as these may be my final words. These are simply my inner thoughts as the helicopter flies off to my awaited arena. Although, thinking is hard with all this unnecessary noise.

See, I had once been walking through the woods, on my own on this particular day. My curiosity at its peek, I wandered off my usual trail. Fresh fall leaves crinkled below my feet and I whistled my tune brightly. Various creatures of the night passed by, taking little notice in me. I usually keep away, and they have accepted my presence.

It feels like we're decending now. A man, his gruff beard sticking from his face like whiskers, takes my arm. He looks at me quizzically as he jabs a needle sort of device into my arm, the tracker officially placed.

In the low light of the moon, may I continue, I detected the disturbing sight of blood. By the warmth of it, it was fresh. I followed it, being led to the base of an oak. Most likely, a squirrel or other small creature had been attacked, and ran off to pressumably die. My hands ran over it, but something about the tree felt off. Running my hand further over, I found a slight opening, possibly a centimeter wide.

I gave the tree a shove. An echoy, hollow sound made my suspicions strengthen. Several seconds later, I pounded again. The wood was quite flimsy and even I had the ability to crack it open. I stumbled in, my eyes blinking several times as they adjusted to the sudden low light.

Instantly, a dash board of letters and numbers became clear in my vision, various computers casting a faint glow about the room. Screens showed empty streets, or people sleeping in their beds. I realized all of this was hidden in a tree, which connected to a larger cave, the branches crawling up the side. No one sat in any of the seats, but I had a feeling this was not normal.

Was the Capitol spying on individuals in the district? And if so, why? Were they rebels, these people? Did all the districts have secret headquarters like this? So many questions, yet so few answers.

I'm now walking down the tunnels, to my final destiniation before the Games. The heavy boots they gave us are quite durable, but the wool coat itched and scratched at my arms. Underneath that is a plain T-shirt with a thin pair of jeans, and underneath that are simple cotton undergarments. My hair tied back, I stepped onto the platform.

In the computer room, muffled yelling made me hesitate. I took refuge in the corner, shadows hiding me from view. From a panel in the wall slipped a man.

"Fine, but I better be payed over time!" he grumbled angrily, a distinct Capitol accent setting me on edge. Why would someone like him be here? He took a seat, swinging around to look at the crumpled door. "And I swear, this damn wind."

The Capitol man stood again, bending to lift up the broken wood. If he shut it out, I don't think I would have any chance of making it back out unnoticed. As he fiddled with the hinges, I emerged from the shadows, smashing various keys on the dashboard before ducking down under the devices. The large man jerked around as a siren started ringing out, a bright red light spiraling.

I managed to crawl all the way to the opening. And finally, I made my escape, back into the night.

The plate starts to rise up. Here we go.

Yes, okay, next chapter, official Games. I honestly couldn't think of much more so it's a bit shorter chapter than normal. I won't let you down next chapter. Drum roll please...

And answers to last chapter. Some, were pretty hard, I will admit, and a bit misleading.

1. Rimmer (Reaping chapter, after his prank backfires slightly)

2. Robyn

3. Quinten (Reaping chapter, mimicking his friend Tom. Though, I do see how you could have thought it was Rimmer)

4. Kyla

5. Drale (Refusing the towel from the Avox/Theo. I'm not sure where Quint came from for this line. A lot guessed that)

6. Tanya

7. Carson (Reaping Chapter, talking to his siblings)

8. Trey

9. Allie (Reaping Chapter, talking to her sister)

10. Arianne

11. Dia (Reaping Chapter, with her friend, Tristan)

12. Filler (Reaping Chapter, a remark made on how his friend, a previous winner, would have liked to be the mentor of the year)

Let's roll.