Aspen Lindell, 29, Victor of the 87th Hunger Games won at age 16. District Seven Mentor.

Blowing out a sigh, Aspen poured himself a cup of tea, as he watched his new tributes climb up onto the train. Their eyes widened as they saw the state of the train. A soft smile made its way onto Aspen's face. He easily remembered being in their spot. Being in awe of the train, yet at the same time being terrified of the games.

He waved them over to the table, watching as they filled their plates all the way. Placing his tea cup down, he turned to face them, making sure to keep his face soft and calm.

"Go ahead and tell me about yourselves? Any skills, hidden talents?"

The male spoke up first, taking a sip of water before he spoke.

"I'm Barron Oakridge. Uh, I'm twelve years old. I'm fast, I can run pretty well and for a good amount of distance. I'm decent with knives, especially curved throwing knives." He picked up his water glass, clearly done with his intro.

The female looked petrified.

"I'm Lindsay Burkebeile. Also twelve years old. I'm fast, and I work well with plants. I'm decent at climbing and finding good hiding spots."

At least there was something there for him to work with. A couple years back, the tributes he had were orphans, and he could only do so much for them. Having watched the other reapings live, he turned his attention to his tributes.

"Districts One, Two and Four are careers, stay as far away from them as you can. Your best bet for allies is most likely going to be Three and Six, that is if you two want to ally up with anyone." He could see the wheels turning in their heads, as they bent their heads down and whispered softly amongst themselves.

"I think we'll stick by ourselves for now, and if we meet up in the arena we'll team up. But we want to train together." Barron spoke, a grin on his face. Aspen nodded, grabbing his cup. All he could do for now was to get them loaded up with food, and give them advice on training.

They could do well, he noted. If they trained with the right weapons and learned the right survival skills. Blowing out a breath, he knew the first person he would ask to sponsor them.

Josie Tyler, 23, Victor of the 95th Hunger Games won at age 18. District Eight Mentor

Reaping Day.

She always hated it.

Another pair of children heading to their deaths.

She just wished it would stop.

She could hear them talking softly amongst themselves. Plates emptying slowly. She sipped her coffee and watched as their escort made his way into the dining cart, a scowl making its way to Josie's face. She never really did like him.

She leaned back from her spot on the couch, the reapings playing softly. Their eyes wandering over every so often. She knew that they had to be sizing up their competitors, and at the same time, so was she.

District One seemed to be the same every year. Same cocky energy, eager to volunteer. Just so that most of them could 'prove they have what it takes' This year was no exception. The female, a large grin on her face as she proclaimed that she would win the Game, and the male with equal excitement.

The same with Two. Full of Careers who had nothing better to do than train and volunteer. The female seemed promising, from a Career viewpoint. Strong and powerful, she held herself well. She'd be one to watch out for. The male however, seemed shocked when he heard his name being called but soon fixed it to a smirk. Josie just rolled her eyes.

District Three was a bit of a question. Sometimes they produced brilliant tributes, and other times ones that didn't make it past the blood bath. Josie thought that this year could go both ways. The male was skinny, tears in his eyes as he got reaped. The female though tears threatening to spill, held herself up, face hard and set. She was the one that would probably go further than her partner.

Four seemed to be the same way. Though most times the tributes turned out to be Careers. That was most likely how it was going to be that year. They would team up with the careers to give them a better chance at survival.

Five and Six showed the same signs as three. Letting out a breath, Josie took a drink from her glass. The pair from six seemed promising. The female from five looked too nice and the male seemed to hold his own, face strong.

From the start of seven's reaping, she knew that those tributes would be bloodbath. There was no way that they would survive. Well, unless they had some tricks up their sleeves.

"Have you two thought of allies yet?" She asked them, as the reapings changed to district nine. The girl, Grazyna nodded.

"We're just gonna ally with each other. It's easier this way and we both trust each other enough."

Smart approach. Nodding at them she finished off her glass, and got up to refill it.

They could do it.

District Nine; Clover O'Reilly

Clover stared in awe at her room.

It was amazing.

Beautiful.

She would have loved it, if it was under the current circumstances.

The Games.

Sighing out, she turned the TV on in her room, not wanting to go out to the dining cart yet. She wanted more time to herself. The reapings were already airing, showing recaps of the Districts already shown. She made herself comfortable, laying on her side, a small smile on her face.

This year, she thought, would be no different for the careers. They would still be as strong, though district Four seemed to be leaning towards being non-careers. Five, six and seven seemed to be good for allies, that is it she was to ally up.

Clover knew from the second she heard her name get called out, she would want to be alone in the arena. It's not that she didn't trust people, but what would happen if she did. If she trusted someone, it might go well at the beginning, but when it got down to the final ten, then that ally might end up stabbing her in the back.

Literally.

At chance, if she ever did want to ally, she would have to see if the male from eleven would want to ally with her. He was strong enough, yet seemed nice enough.

She would have to see where training took her.

But for now, she was staying by herself in the Arena.

District Ten; Morgan Galloper

She curled up on the couch, a cup of tea in her hands.

Another nightmare or maybe it was just a really scary dream.

Letting out a shaky breath, she reached for the weightless remote and turned the TV on, letting the recaps of the last years Games capture her.

The moment she had taken in her surroundings, she never wanted to leave. It was magical.

The food had been amazing, though her eyes were bigger than her stomach. She and her district partner had briefly talked, and both agreed that if they absolutely needed to, they would ally up right before the games.

He seemed nice enough, and gave off a good vibe, she had noted. Perhaps he was someone she could trust. Their mentor, Rhea had sat with them while they had watched the reapings, making small talk about the different tributes. They noted that District Eleven and perhaps Twelve would be good allies. Morgan took that into mind.

Sipping more of the tea, she let out a sigh.

Could she even do this?

She took a deep breath and let it out.

Morgan needed to stop being so harsh on herself.

Just needed to accept that this was happening, and that there was now nothing she could do to change. She just needed to accept it.

Besides, perhaps she could do this.

District Eleven; Irri Feldman.

The scenery was speeding by. The bright colors of his district changed to greens as they sped through another district. Most likely through District Ten. It was beautiful, he decided, as he sat on the window seat attached to his room.

Looking at the small clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was now a little after three in the afternoon. They had been traveling for around a bit over five hours. Since they were so far away from the Capitol, they wouldn't be there until the next morning at around seven. The make overs and the tribute parade would be tomorrow night, with training starting the next morning.

A knock on the door sounded and he called out for them to come in. Saigon walked in, a nervous smile on her face.

"Hey, come on in and sit." He spoke, a grin on his face.

"I- uh I was wondering if we could talk about allies?" She asked, picking at her nails. Irri nodded.

He had thought about it. He knew that for him it would be best if he allied up with at least another person.

"I've been thinking about it actually. I think that, if it is okay with you, we could ally up?" He questioned, crossing his legs underneath him to get more comfortable. Surprise came across her face.

"Really? Wow, that's great. When we were watching the reapings, I couldn't help but notice that the female from nine, Clover I think her name was. She would be good to ally with. She seems like she would know a lot about things."

"I was actually thinking that as well. The three of us could go far. All I ask is that once we separate we don't actually come back and stab each other in the back."

Saigon let out a laugh. "I wouldn't dare do that."

"Then we should be good."

That night, he fell asleep, not scared for the Games for the first time.

District Twelve;Bead Thornberry

He never wanted to leave this place.

The shower was awesome.

The food was amazing.

Only thing that sucked was the destination of the train. Taking him to the place where he would likely die.

But, things could change. Yes, things would change. He dressed in new clothing, a short sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. They were almost at the Capitol, and a part of him was excited. He was getting to eat amazing food for the next two weeks.

He made his way to the dining hall, a smile on his face. His district partner, Lia and their mentor Amber were already out there. They appeared to be talking about tactics or something along those lines.

The pair made it clear that they would ally up with each other and perhaps another group. Bead somewhat already trusted Lia enough to want to ally with her. They were thinking about maybe the pair from seven or eight.

Taking a seat across from Lia, he started to load his plate with food.

"Okay, so plan for today," Amber started off. "We should be arriving in the Capitol in about an hour. You'll be taken right away to the Remake centre. The chariot parade is at 6 in the evening, so you two should spend a good amount of time in the centre. All I ask is that you don't argue with what your stylist wants to do. Let them do it."

"Yeah yeah." Lia smirked, laughing out.

"No guarantees." Bead grinned.

The roar of the crowd was ear deafening, as he followed Lia off the train. He waved and smiled at them, making them cheer louder. He and Lia were separated once they got inside, someone leading him to a separate room.

Game time.

Let's do this.

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