This is kind of rushed as I'm going to my friends house soon! Enjoy! I'm doing 4 POV's per chapter after this, okay? :D

Nemet B

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President Snow- Junior

I announced the scores for this years quell. Most of them, were very good. But we had to, of course, not let any of them get a double diget score. It would only make the twins seem average. No, they had to look special, so we gave them a score nobody else has ever recieved. Apart from that stupid, rebellious girl from 12.

In the comeback games the gamemakers gave her the highest score possible. I killed the head gamemaker the next day. Ridiculous, isn't it. We were supposed to hate her and maker her life miserable. But she died... shame.

"PEETA!" I screech, snapping my fingers loudly. The boy scurries up to me and does a quick bow before asking what I want.

"A glass of milk." I say simply, returning to the screens. It was almost showtime. I grasp the glass with one hand and chug it down my throat. I finish with a gasp and use the back of Peeta's hand to wipe away the milk mustache. I glance at him and he looks a bit sick.

"Not feeling well?" I ask innocently.

"You could say that." He replies, laughing bitterly. I really do feel for the poor soul. He has no idea that I killed his child after we met the twins for the first time. He still thinks she's alive and well, and him working for me is protecting her. When he finds out though, he will most likely kill me. Or try to anyway. "Show time Mr. Snow." Peeta tells me, glancing at his watch. I nod and walk to the stage where the seal of Panem is the background.

The camera man signals with his fingers to let me know I'm on air.

I grin to the camera, flashing my pearly whites. I clear my throat and begin.

"Well you have all just seen the scores our fantastic tributes have given to us, haven't you? You must be very proud, so many high scores." I say with false cheerfulness. "We have been keeping something from everyone. As a Quell requirement." You can basically hear the collective gasp coming from the districts, wondering what other horrors we have in store for the unfortunates. "Two tributes can win this year, if the two decide to be in alliance. They don't have to be from the same district either! Isn't that great?" I say enthusiastically. I walk off the stage, waving to the camera.

The anthem plays and the screen goes to black.

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Jayne Barlow- District 2

The interviews were the night after president Snow's announcement. I spent the whole day with my prep team and designer. Hours later, my skin was feeling raw and sore, and I couldn't entirely feel all of my body parts.

How was the Capitol going to remember me for the last time?
How was I going to strike something into the sponsers?

Easy. The way I'm already remembered – As creepy Jayne.

Well, that's what my prep team and designer thought. Actually, the Capitol thought I was a robot. I watched the Tv in my room, I read the newspapers that were placed in my room too. They had reviews on all the tributes.

In one section of the paper there was an argument between two gamemakers who didn't actually think I was human. Which was stupid. Of course I was human. I just would not show my feelings. Never.

My face has never cracked since the games began. Well, once. When I grinned at Troian. It was just to freak him out though.

But after that, I swore to myself and to my father, my face would never break. I would become the emptionless robot they all thought I was.

And I still looked tough, being in the biggest alliance with the toughest tributes. I could be scary without even trying.

My dress was simple – I was wearing a simple short black dress with thick straps that was high waisted and flowy at the bottom. I was wearing high black stockings and black high heels (which I dreaded, since my bird legs couldn't handle walking in heels). But the thing that made the dress threatening and just a bit spooky was the way it flowed. It seemed as if it was moving through water whenever I moved. My hair was dyed black with extensions added to the crudely cut bob. It flowed out and was lifted off my shoulders, floating through the air as if I really was laying in water.

I also had long gloves with claws at the end, with holes at the knuckles. It was perfect for scratching someone's face off.

I walked to the elevator and went down to the room where everyone was waiting for their interview turns. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I started ripping out my gloves. It got in the way of me using my fingers normally. I tore off the ends, where the claws were. I saw a few people looking at me, but I ignored it. It seems like that's all I've been doing these days – ignoring others. Ignoring the frightened stares, the scared whispers.

They all should be scared. I'll rip their throats out. With my teeth.

I dumped the claws in the bin nearby. There – now I can actually use my hands properly.

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Liliana Grayson- District 5

I spotted my 2 of my allies talking in a circle. Derek and Boomer. Derek and I were going to be in pairs to win. That announcement came as a complete surprise, but I bet it was only because of the chance that they could bring both Olivia and Oliver home.

I also thought the scores were biased. Everyone gets below ten apart from the twins? What was that about? But, it didn't make me any less proud. I got a 9? One of the highest scores!

My stylist, Danki, came up to me hesitantly after the prep team were done messing around with me.

"I..we.. we wanted to let you wear something different this time. Something completely unlike from what we normally make tributes wear. It's nothing extravagant, but, I…we… we hope you like it."

At first I was completely horrified to see what kind of monsterous creation they were going to make me parade in.

They made me cover my eyes while they helped me put on my dress. They told me not to look down as to ruin how it looked, and I obeyed. It seemed like that was the least I could do after all the times I've ignored them. I waited patiently as they pulled and pinched and brushed and curled everything.

Then, I heard Danki say softly, "Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes slowly, looking down at the floor, at the ceiling, at the wall, everywhere but the mirror, fearing that I would look hideous in their creation.

When I looked up, my mouth dropped open. I was more beautiful than I could ever imagine. I was wearing a white sundress with a light green shrug, white sandals with my nails done in a light, spring green. It was simple, very very simple. But I loved it.

My hair was not coiled into some extravagant updo, but it was flowing down, in its natural curly waves, shining brightly. My lightly tanned skin shimmered in the flurescent lighting, making it seem as if I had a thin layer of pure gold dust on my skin. There was no lipstick, but only a faint layer of lip gloss.

I could feel tears coming, and I knew that if I didn't say something, I was going to start crying.

"I- thank you. Thank you so much. You made me… me. This is amazing. Thank you, just thank you so much." I choked out.

Then we were all crying and hugging each other, which was strange because I barely said more than a sentence to these people, I could never get a word in edgeways, and now I'm holding on to them like I'll never let go.

Finally, I pry myself off of them and manage to walk to elevator without completely breaking down.

At home, I wore things very similar to the dress I was wearing now, and it reminded me of home so much. I wasn't one of the fake tributes that pretend to be beautiful and as if they walk in heels all the time, because they don't. I felt as if it was the real me, not a doll that the capitol got to dress up in pretty dresses. It was as if I had come from my house in my clothes, and I felt like it really was me, from first coming here. It probably didn't make any sense, but it did to me.

I rapidly blinked the tears away and focused my attention onto Glow, who was just getting onto the stage. He looked very handsome, in simple black jeans and a silver shirt. It was beautiful though, it looked as if it was made of liquid silver. His blonde hair caught the light and looked golden. He definately looked like a luxury item.

"So, Glow Fall. Get on up here!" Hostess Chloe gestured for Glow to come up. Glow quickly took his seat beside Chloe in a comfortable pea green chair.

Chloe Flickerman was the now the interviewer for the hunger games. Ceasar died a couple of years ago, and his only grandchild took his place. If I do say so myself, she does a much better job than he ever did. She also changed the order, boy girl so we don't have any more of that lovey dovey lark.

"So, Glow, how long have you been practicing for the Hunger Games? In the reaping, you volunteered. And of course, you're very nicely built, and look at those muscles." She squeals, squeezing his biceps. "This doesn't happen overnight, you know," Chloe Flickerman questioned Glow, a soothing look on her face.

"Basically since the day I could walk," Replied Glow. His confidence was evident, the way he puffed out his chest with pride. "I've been training for ten years, now. Maybe more."

"You seem determined to win!" With that, Glow scoffed, as if it was obvious. "So what have you had to practice the most on? What do you have trouble with?"

"Honestly, I think I've mastered everything. There's nothing more to learn, I already know how to win." He shrugged. He have to lie. He was tough and manacing, head of the careers. He was already a threat, he doesn't need to show it off even more. "I know how to win." Bad move. I could see his district partner, Evelin glaring daggers at him.

"Well, Glow, that's about all the time we have for you! Good luck, Glow Fall." Chloe led the audience in a group applause.

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Philipa LaDoux- District 3

Once again, I found myself being the living, breathing mannequin. The stylists and all the make-up artists and hair stylists were getting me ready for the interview tonight. The process seemed much shorter than the opening ceremonies, where I wasn't allowed to move for 4 hours. Not an inch! This time, I was only dunked into the bathtub, rubbed with perfumes until I was red, and stood there for less than half an hour while they did my hair and makeup. I was surprised that I didn't have to stand for an hour while they arrange my hair into some outrageous updo that made my neck hurt again either.

They put me in a dark blue, fancy dress. It really was beautiful, but it was quite short, showing off quite alot of my legs. I doubted my dad would be pleased to see me this... revealed.

I realised I was running late, and got to the stage just in time. I walked on with all the grace and dignity that I could while being slightly out of breath. I calmly watched Glow Fall's interview. He was quite scary. I watched Chloe shift her weight in her seat, and beam at the crowd.

"Next up is Evelin Rain, coming from District 1!" Chloe boomed, gesturing in Evelin's direction. Evelin was swift to make her way to the comfy interview chair.

She was wearing an olive green sparkling floor length dress. It was very beautiful, but there were a lot of beautiful dresses. The thing that made it stand out was the colour matched her eyes. Perfectly. There wasn't a difference between the two colours- that I could see. And they accented her eyes with gold eyeliner, which really made them pop.

"Stunning, Evelin! I must tell you how beautiful you look. And your eyes... ooooh." Chloe had a perk in her voice that seemed to scream, 'That's beautiful. That's style. That's perfect!'.

"Thank you." Evelin replied, a grin creeping on her overly glossed lips. Her eyes had a glint in them too, that made me shiver involuntarily. I got the impression she was thinking of anything but her dress.

"So, what do you think your strategy will be in the games?" Chloe asks, her silver eyes staring intently at the tribute.

Evelin looks around at the line of tributes, biting her lip. She looks unsure about what to say. And suddenly, her green eyes light up with a scary malice. Her eyes rest on the district 5 boy tribute. The 12 year old.

"Well Chloe, I don't want to give too much away. But I will tell you one thing." She pauses, looking thoughtful. She was only holding out to make it seem more dramatic. "I'm going to eliminate the weak ones first." She says simply, then her eyes narrow and her lip curls cruelly. "Starting with him." She points a finger at the 12 year old.

He visibly paled 10 shades, his skin lighter than his light blonde hair. You could mistake him as a ghost! ...Or a corpse. His blue eyes glistened with fear and unshed tears. My ally, Liliana, who was sat on one side of him, rubbed his arm reassuringly. He gripped his teddy in his hand tighter, his hands going bone white.

"Weak? But little Robert scored a 7 in the gamemaker sessions!" Chloe sounded shocked, but also laughed. "So, why do you think you only got 7 too, hmm?"

Evelin shrugs, as if she couldn't care less. "Minor set back, and maybe my strengths lie somewhere else?" She says slyly.

"Well I can't wait to see how that turns out! Everyone give an applause to Evelin Rain. Good Luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour."

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Ariadne Cardium- District 6

I was wearing a pretty dress, the hem coming just above my knee. The dress was decorated with faint flowers in a cute pastel colour. I wore my hair down naturally, coming down to my waist. My violet eyes were left alone, as was most of my face. It seemed my designers were going for the look natural. My district token, a necklace that belonged to my mother, rested at the hollow part of my neck, in line with my collar bone.

I give a small smile and a tentative wave to my ally, Jared. He snorts and waves back with a sarcastic smile on his face. Because we were both allies before the announcements, we decided we would win the games together. Both our district partners had allies anyway, so it worked out for the best. I was pretty confident in us, Jared was smart and knew a lot, and my senses were hightened and much better than a normal human. Only, I hadn't told him about my tourettes. I would tell him about that later... or never, what ever.

I folded my hands polietly in my lap, and crossed my legs at the ankles like I was taught- like a proper lady. My chin was held high as I watched Archibald mount the stage, looking far too full of himself and smug.

"Hello! Our next tribute is Archibald Marx, district two!" Chloe says in an overly perky voice. "I just love your outift!" She practically squeals.

I can't tell whether she's serious or not though. Her face looks like she's telling the truth, but his outfit is a whole different story. He was wearing white trousers, a dark purple overcoat and a sparkly purple cape. He looked like a magician. Any minuet now, I was expecting him to pull a bunch of fake flowers from his sleeve, or a white rabbit from his trouser leg. Instead he only smiled smugly and straightened his jacket, rolling his shoulders back proudly.

"So, Archie, you don't mind me calling you Archie, right? Course you don't! So Archie, what did you bring as your district token?" She continues. She speakes in a rushed manner, barely pausing for breath. Archibald looked confused, his brows furrowing in a straight line.

"I don't have one... why should I take something with me if I'll be seeing it again when the games are over?" He sounds honestly baffled, as if the thought had never crossed his mind.

"Well, I don't doubt you won't get far". Chloe continues.

"Who else has a sliver of a chance of winning these games besides me? Honestly, it's almost a waste of time!" He says distastefully. His allies glare at him hatefully, but he either doesn't notice or refuses to awknowledge it.

"How do you think you got that 8 during your private training session?"

"An 8 is only so-so, and I could have definately gotten better, if I tried my hardest. I couldn't even show off my skills for very long anyway, only having 15 minuets to show off. Its stupid. The tributes who have a chance should get more time. If I did have more time, I would have gotten a 13. Just like your tributes." He says with so much conviction, I almost believe it myself. Almost.

"Well, you seem a bit sure of yourself."

"You would be too, if you were as amazing as me." Archibald says, his chin held high arrogantly.

"And we will get to see that in the arena won't we? Everyone, Archibald Marx!" Huge rounds of applause follow him to his seat, and continue a few seconds afterwards. Personally, I didn't think he was that great.