I didn't get yeses from everyone, but most of these Tributes are so old their submitters aren't active. I put them in and I'll remove them if I get nos. Miall already had a POV and I'm saving Priscilla's for right before the Games.

Minos Vellas- District One male

The Careers were too bloodthirsty. The non-Careers were too weak. I was on my own. I had to win against a hundred other people, and I was on my own. I was trained and responsible, but it still didn't look easy.

But the Games weren't everything. I was already trained. There was no use straining myself in the training room and maybe pulling a muscle. And I couldn't just plan for the Arena and not have any ideas about what happened after that. I had to think farther into the future.

My old job might not be there anymore. I might have won the Games once, but I also died once. Fifty-fifty odds were actually better than most Careers had, but most Careers' parents wouldn't be interested in that.

Hold on, genius. If I won the Games, I didn't need my job back. I'd be fabulously wealthy and famous. I could do anything I wanted. I could start a scholarship for underprivileged Academy students. Maybe not, though. I was starting to think that volunteering wasn't that great of an idea. I could start a scholarship for alternate career paths. Maybe I could use my influence to persuade the weaker volunteers that there were other things they could do. I could teach them a lesson I learned too late.

Ember Steiner- District Two female

"So we're trying to ally with Minos, Floki, Whyte..." I started.

"Miall the cutie," Shui added.

"Priscilla and Miall, since they'll want to be together," I pressed on.

"Priscilla can fight and Miall looks good," Shui said.

"This is a very serious decision," I said, pretending to itch my cheek to hide my blush.

"At least it's better than Jerky. Dad and I were really hoping you got over that one," Miall said.

"That much we can agree on," I said.

"I want to add Gizmo," Shui said.

"Gizmo? The egghead weiner?" I asked.

"I saw all his tapes. The first time around he had friends. Things got weird after that. I want him to be good again," Shui said.

"This is hardly the time for a charity case," I said.

"He's really smart," Shui said. "We could use someone smart."

"You calling me dumb?" I asked.

"Didn't you once spell 'fortune' as 'f-o-r-c-h-u-n'?" Shui asked.

"I got stage fright!" I said.

"'s-t-a-y-j f-r-i-t-e'," Shui said.

"I only need four letters to spell what you are," I said.

Shui Steiner- District Two male

After great struggle, Ember agreed to add Gizmo to the alliance. Asking him was absolutely my job, though. She would take care of cutie-pie and the others.

"Hey, you're Gizmo, right?" I asked as he twisted together some wires.

"You know who I am. You've been staring at me for days," he said, looking up at me.

"Okay then." Ember's right. This guy's weird. "Anyway, Ember and me are getting an alliance together. Sort of a hybrid of some good Careers and some good non-Careers. We'd like to have you as a member."

"Who else is there?" Gizmo asked.

"Me, Ember, Priscilla, Miall, Minos, Floki, and Whyte," I said.

"I'm the only non-Career," Gizmo said.

"Guess you're just the best," I said. Flattery never hurts.

"How do I know you're not just asking me so I'll let my guard down at the Bloodbath and you can kill me?" Gizmo asked.

"If we were going to do that, we would just gang up and chase you down. We wouldn't need to ally with you," I said, thinking on my feet.

"I suppose I'm not worth that much effort anyway. If you were going to target someone, it would have been Minos," Gizmo said. He got up. "Ember doesn't trust me, does she?"

"She doesn't trust anyone, really," I said.

"Good," Gizmo said. "Maybe it's worth allying then."

Gizmo Torrens- District Three male

"It's just you and me now, isn't it?"

When Nubu and I first went into the Arena, it was him, me, Arter, and Zetan. For whatever reason, Arter and Zetan didn't have the staying power. We were down to two.

"We had some good times," Nubu said. "I wish things had turned out differently."

"We've changed a lot," I said. "I've changed a lot."

"You only did what you had to," Nubu said. He was so easy to read. He said it with the sincerest voice, but he didn't look at my eyes. He was looking off to the side, telling himself a little lie wasn't that bad.

"You wouldn't have done it, would you?" I asked. "Not even to stay alive."

"I don't know what I would have done unless I was there," Nubu said.

He was telling the truth that time. He didn't know. Everyone else did, though. Nubu would have done what he always did: the right thing. Someone like him could only win because of a miracle.

We both faced the same decision, and we'd both made our choice. During that second Resurrection Games, I picked my path. I wasn't a good guy anymore. Nubu was something out of a comic book. He was the brave, square-jawed hero everyone could always depend on to come through when the chips were down. Me, I was the villain. I was the scheming, crafty plotter who always had a contingency plan. I was everything Nubu stood against. The only reason he still wanted to be friends is that he didn't want to put it all together. As long as I was still friends with him, I wasn't all bad.

Theo Kasius- District Two male

We were supposed to be laying low, so I wasn't supposed to be seen with any of my allies. We exchanged some sort introductions between our mentors and that was it. It was easier with Ember and Shui, since we were from the same District. We could meet sometimes in the Two lounge and not have to worry about anyone but the other Careers.

I wondered if Suki was still alive. It had only been nine years. It was totally possible. Really, it was likely. Dogs could live twenty years, and we took good care of her. She was probably still waiting, wondering if I'd been gone as long as she thought or if I had been gone twenty minute and she was just being dramatic. If I got back, I would get her the biggest chew toy ever.

After wandering the games center for a while, I found myself on the roof, looking out at the Capitol. I'd always wanted to see the world outside my District. It was one of the larger reasons I volunteered. There was so much out there, and we got to see so little of it. Even volunteering only bought you a trip to the Capitol. It was so much smaller than I'd imagined.

It was cold on the roof. It seemed fitting for the Capitol to be cold. Lights winked in the darkness, and the streets were mostly empty. I wondered about the people who lived in the buildings below. What did it take to make a city where people liked to watch people die? We all have morbid curiosity, but it seemed like a city built on it couldn't stand. Nothing lasted forever. Empires rise and fall, and this one wouldn't be missed.

Floki Grimm- District Four male

Whyte and I were in an alliance now. I wondered if the others trusted us as much as the rest of the alliance. They knew we were close, just like Miall and Priscilla. Not just like, maybe, but close. We would go farther for each other than for our other allies, and we might even die for each other. Then again, I would die for a lot of things. That came with being a berserker.

It used to be I wanted to die with glory. Then I wanted to live with honor. I was running out of lofty goals to reach for. I was still a Viking, and I still wanted to live up to that. I wanted to fight, and kill, and protect. I wanted to prove myself worthy of a place in the next world, even if I never got to stay there long. After that, I wanted to maybe settle down and live a peaceful life. I fought when I needed to, but looking for fights was just foolish.

When I looked around and saw all the other Tributes, I could envision how a battle would look. I'd seen so much, I could hear the screams and see the blood fly. So many of us were going to die. I liked the fighting and the winning, but I didn't like the dying. Anyone who liked that wasn't a warrior- they were just a killer. Anyone could do that.

A storm was coming. That wasn't me being dramatic or mysterious. We all knew the Games were about to start. I was restless for it to happen. The only thing worse than a bloodbath is knowing it's coming and having nothing to do but wait.

Whyte Roberts- District Four male

"You're gonna get a lot of sponsors for me, right?" I asked Vera.

"Sorry, who are you again?" she teased.

"Your best friend in the whole world?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, you," she said. "I'll see what I can do."

"Hey, you're looking kind of... lumpy," I said. "You got a bun?"

"Three buns, actually. Only one in the oven, though," she said.

I did a double take, even though I was looking right at her. "Frankie?"

"Well I hope so!" she said. "Yeah, I'm pregnant with my husband. But not, like, with him."

"I never pegged you as a mom," I said.

"I obviously didn't peg you as going with a man," Vera said.

"I guess I just have a lot of love," I said. "Hey, I was going to ask you. How did you win? I'd like to also do that."

"I ran out of fricks to give," Vera said. "I wanted to get back to Frankie. I always had things to live for, so that wasn't really it. Something just broke through and I became someone stronger than I was."

"There's no tapes of you winning," I said.

"It's supposed to be a secret, but they won't care if I tell you, since they think you'll die. Don't go telling everyone I told you, though," Vera said. "I cut Chrome to death on a table. I almost died, too. It wasn't something I wanted taped."

"We volunteered to do exactly that," I said.

"We were stupid," Vera said.

"We really were," I said.

"You more so," Vera said. "At least I didn't get killed by a chair."