Pamela 'Pam' Chrysanth

District Six Female


'Yo, Pam,' Mitchell shouts, gesturing for her to join him. Following his instructions, Pamela squeezes herself through the mass of sweaty bodies, finally reaching her boyfriend at the far end of the room.

Underground parties tend to get a little...humid, and Pamela's never really gotten used to the mix of different body odors, confined within a dark room, mixing together with the smell of alcohol and drugs. But that's just her take on it because clearly she's in the minority given the number of people, willing to spend their Friday night, getting drunk and dancing in an underground club.

The moment she reaches her boyfriend, he grabs her by the arms and pulls her close to his chest, the two of them locking lips for quite a long time. Well, at least it felt that way to Pam. A moment of undisturbed serenity passes before Pamela pulls away, not really wanting to.

'So, what's up?'

'See that guy over there…' Mitchell points at a gangly looking fella. Pam can immediately tell that he doesn't actually want to be here, his friends probably having dragged him along. His head twitches from side to side, eyes reflecting a hint of fear in them. 'You know what to do.'

'Got it.' Pam smirks at her boyfriend, followed by a nod before weaseling her way through the crowd once more. It's gotten exhausting by now. If one more person brushes her back with their greasy hand when she walks by, she'll seriously lose it. Keeping her composure is certainly not one of Pamela Chrysanth's strengths, however, manipulating a wounded lamb… well, let's just say Pamela has her ways.

'Are you nervous?'

'Sorry?' the frail boy jumps back in surprise, shoulders raised.

'You seem nervous. Have you ever been to an underground party?' Pamela asks, dancing with the beat, rubbing her shoulder against him from time to time. It has to seem natural or else it won't work. She shakes her head and tosses her hair back.

'Not… really.' he relaxes his shoulders and gets closer to her.

'Let me guess, your friends dragged you here?'

'How'd you reckon?' he chuckles, scratching his head.

Pamela slides her hands into his and lifts them. 'The point of a party is to have fun, dude!' She uses his hands to twirl herself, facing away from the boy, and once his arms are wrapped around her, hands still locked, she leans back against him. 'You're here, right? So why not relax a little and enjoy yourself?'

'I-I don't know how…' he pulls his hands back, Pamela pushing away from him and turning her head towards him.

'I have something that might help…' Pam slides a little bag out of her pocket. A sole neon blue pill sitting pretty within the packaging.

'I'm not sure I-'

'Trust me.'

The boy looks around frantically. 'How much?'

Pam smiles cheekily. 'Listen, I'll cut the price in half. I kinda like you, and you do seem like a good guy. 80 dollars.' The boy grabs his wallet and pulls out a couple of bills, handing them to Pamela who shifts the bills from one hand to another, counting them.

'Alright, here you go.' she drops the bag in his palms. 'Now the party can really start.' with a final wink, she vanishes between the crowds.

Pamela takes a seat at the bar, resting her chin on her hand. One more hour and then she can go home, something she's not really looking forward to. 'Why so somber, girl?' Helvetica, who's working at the bar, asks.

'I don't know, Hel... I feel like I'm about to burst into flames.'

'I really hope you mean that metaphorically', she laughs.

Pamela moans, burying her face in her hands. Her head is throbbing like crazy. She's not even sure if it's the music or the stress or the fatigue but it's all pulling her under, suffocating her.

She feels Helvetica's icy hand rest on her arm that's laid out on the counter. 'I hate how your hands are always cold.' Pam looks up at her friend who's grimacing now.

'Come on, lighten up a bit. Just look at Tim and Tom pole dancing. Like that can't not put a smile on your face.'

She's right. Tim and Tom are just adorable when they perform. They're professional stripers but Pamela's gotten to know them so well by now that she can't really take them seriously. If someone asked her about her family, she'd never mention her father. She'd talk about her amazing boyfriend Mitchell who always takes care of her, she'd talk about her best friend Helvetica who's always there when she needs to vent, she'd talk about Tim and Tom who are the funniest human beings she's ever met, she'd talk about Dina who'll stand up to anyone who tries to hurt Pamela. She'd talk about all of them. Because they're her family. Her real family.


'So we're part of the careers now, huh?' Pamela tilts her head towards the District Six boy, Colin. After yesterday's events, the two of them are officially part of the big career alliance that, if Pam were to guess, are going to dominate these Games.

'Yup.' Colin's eyes remain focused on the floor as he leans against a metal wall, hands dug into his side pockets. 'How'd you get in?' Finally, he turns his attention towards her.

'I actually don't know,' she chuckles. 'I was just throwing some knives and apparently that impressed Goud so… now I'm here. I'm not complaining.'

'You must have been damn good.' A sly crack of a smile forms on Colin's lips.

'Debatable. The club I work- worked at had an actual knife throwing range. It was pretty sick.'

'You worked at a club? That must have been cool.'

'I guess... but the place was always packed and I get sick of people very easily.'

'You have no idea how much I can relate to that.'

'Not a people person either?'

'Not really, no.'

Pamela and Colin stare into each other's eyes silently before breaking into laughter. It's refreshing to have someone like Colin around. Pamela, herself, doesn't understand why she's drawn to the boy. Normally, she'd never make an effort to actually get to know someone unless there's an ulterior motive behind it. Colin, however, is smart. She sees it in his eyes, she sees it in his smile, she sees it in the way he observes his competition. He has this matureness radiating off of him that Pamela can't help but be attracted to.

'Colin.'

'Yeah?'

'We're surrounded by careers and it's clear as the sun that each of those meatheads has their own agenda. We need each other.'

'I agree. Both of us are smart individuals. If we put our minds together we have this game in the palm of our hands.' Colin rubs his hands together. 'I feel like a cartoon villain.' he laughs.

'Oh my god, now that you mention it, you are kind of a cartoon villain.' There's something else that Pamela wants to ask him but she's unsure of how he'll react to her request. It could potentially destroy their newly formed alliance but it's a risk she's going to have to take. 'Colin, I'll need you to do me a favor.'

The boy from Six raises his eyebrows in anticipation. 'Go ahead, Pamela Chrysanth.'

'So, my power allows me to exhale a gas that affects people differently based on my mood and if I'm being completely honest, I don't understand the limitations of this ability and-'

'And you want to test your powers on me.' Colin interrupts her, crossing his arms.

'Yeah…'

'But then we'd be breaking the rules.' Colin frowns cheekily before breaking into a small chuckle. Pam watches him carefully. She watches his every move, trying to read the expressions off of his face and yet he offers her nothing. Nothing to deduce. This boy might have the best poker face Pamela's ever seen. Then she sees it. A small nibble on his lower lip before his head twists in her direction like an owl having spotted its prey.

'Fine. I'll be your test subject.'

Pam's teeth shine brightly from in between her smile as she claps her hands together in excitement. Why he actually agreed to her proposal puzzles Pam a bit. Crooked little kids like him are always planning ten steps ahead and if they're going to be allies, she'll have to play his game.


Dimitris Apostolos, 18

District Two Male


One of the holograms attempts to pounce at him from behind but Dimitris catches it in time and jumps out of the way, lifting his battle-axe and bringing it down on the recovering bundle of light. Just as he watches his victim crumble into a thousand fragments, another one charges at him. Dimitris tightens the grip around his weapon, ready to charge with equal power but from the corner of his eye, another hologram seems to be slithering its way in his direction. Dimitris runs towards the first one and twirls his axe around the axis of his own body like a whirlwind, slicing one of the holographic images in half. Gathering his remaining power he tosses the axe at the last one, nearly missing his enemy but still landing a solid hit that knocks his opponent out.

Dimitris pounds his chest with his fist. 'I call this one the double-tornado-extremo.' The truth is, Dimitris has no clue what he's doing. The double-tornado-extremo, that's just a move that's used in one of his favorite fighting games. There's no calculation in his moves, there's no real strategy that goes into his every action. The flying axe hitting the hologram was lady luck bestowing her gracefulness upon him. And as long as the careers don't find out everything should be just fine.

'Dimitris.' A cold shiver runs up and down his spine as he holds his mouth shut as not to shout. Dimitris turns around to find Raja staring at him from behind the glass frame. Her index finger gestures for him to come over. Dimitris places the battle-axe on the weaponry wall and leaves the chamber of holograms 'Hurry, Barracuda wants us to gather around and discuss plans.' without specifying she walks away from Dimitris, even before he reaches her. Sometimes Dimitris forgets she's human and not just some kind of intergalactic, hot robot woman. Now that he thinks about it, that description would also apply towards Nastya…

He proceeds to follow Raja into one of the private training halls dedicated to experimenting with your powers. Standing in a circle within the chamber are all of the other careers, including Colin Kurz from District Six and Pamela Chrysanth from District Nine, the newcomers. They all stare at him as he walks in and for a split second Dimitris wishes he could bury himself into the ground and never come back. No matter how hard he tries to get used to it, he can't. They're all so terrifying and so serious and so… different.

'Glad you made it too, Dimitris.' Barracuda says. 'I called all of you here because I feel that it's necessary to discuss our abilities which should help us get to know each other a bit better.' Next to him, Raja nods like a proud mother. Dimitris can't recall a moment when the District One girl wasn't hovering around Barracuda like an overly obsessive soccer mom.

'I agree with Barracuda. Let me begin, my ability is electrokinesis. It means that I can control electricity.' to demonstrate, Raja faces one of the dummies, summoning an orb of light with her hands. It has a mesmerizing glow to it that Dimitris can't get enough of. She aims at her target and sends the orb soaring towards it, completely annihilating the dummy in a glorious explosion. It almost looked like she was about to bow, the way she turned back to them.

Dimitris begins to clap in excitement. Raja deserves it; she's clearly taken the time to understand her ability and the precision with which she destroyed that dummy shows that. Sadly, none of the others join in on his applause, leaving him feeling rather awkward as his clapping slowly begins to fade away.

'I'll go next.' Nastya doesn't bother explaining her power. She's the type of girl to show rather than tell. For a moment it seems like she's walking elegantly towards one of the dummies. It takes a few moments for Dimitris to come to the realization that she's floating. No. Sliding. His eyes fall to the ground beneath her that's now covered in an icy glaze. When she gets close enough to the dummy, she builds a spear of ice that rests delicately in her hands. It seems so frail; like it would shatter in an instant. It doesn't take long for Dimitris to be proven wrong as Nastya slides her crafted weapon into her target's chest. Nastya's other hand grabs the dummy's shoulder to prevent herself from colliding into it.

The rest of the abilities weren't as impressive as Nastya and Raja's skillful demonstrations. Goud showed a more sly side of himself as he morphed into various tributes. One moment Dimitris had two Nastya's giving him the evil eye and in a split second, he had a doppelgänger patting him on the back. Colin had already explained his ability to them previously so there was no need for him to prove himself. Pamela, on the other hand, warned the others to cover their mouths. She took a few steps away from the rest of the careers, tilting her head back slowly and releasing a colorful gas out of the pit of her throat. It was beautiful to look at but the longer it lingered in the air, the more its color began to wash away, leaving behind a dusty, grey cloud. Apparently, her gas can make people more aware of their surroundings and heighten their senses. A bit of a useless ability for her. Barracuda didn't need to show his powers since it was a passive one he couldn't actually control and watching him stay satiated would have gotten boring really quickly.

Finally, it's his turn. 'Goud.' the boy responds to Dimitris' call, lifting his head. 'I need you to punch me.' Goud laughs brushing the thought away quickly.

'Wait, you're serious?' His joyful expression drops as he freezes in his place.

'Hell yeah, dude. Now come over here and show me what you got.'

'Are you sure…?'

Dimitris rolls his eyes in exasperation. 'Fine whatever, I'll ask someone else.'

'No, no! I'll do it, I'll do it.' Goud flexes his chest, pushing his shoulders back and with one deep breath he charges at Dimitris, striking him in the stomach with a powerful hit. It hurts like hell and Dimitris can't hold back his wince but if the pain stops now it would all have been for nothing.

'Again!' Goud throws another punch. 'Again!' Goud kicks Dimitris in his chest. 'Again!' Goud aims for his face but Dimitris blocks the attack, holding the pretty boy's balled fist in his hand, lifting Goud high into the air with one arm. He places him on the ground again, gently and sprints towards the dummies. One by one he rips them free from their solid attachments and hurls them at the adjacent wall. It all looks effortless and it is. According to his essence-counselor the more physical pain Dimitris feels, the stronger and faster he gets. When he turns back to the careers, their jaws are wide open. Raja's finger rests on her bottom lip, her eyes ripping into him from a thousand different angles.

'Alright, Zo, you're-' Barracuda starts. 'Guys, where's Zo?' The others look around but she's nowhere to be seen.

'I'll go check on her.' Dimitris volunteers and before anyone can stop him, he jolts out of the private training room. The bright light of the outside is blinding at first but his eyes adjust quickly. After searching at every station, he finally catches her in the cafeteria, poking a jelly-like structure with her fork.

'Zo, whatcha doin'? You kinda flaked out back there…'

'Oh, did I? I didn't realize…' she responds with a pouting expression.

'Funny.' Dimitris takes a seat next to her. 'What the hell is that?' he points at the jelly on her plate. 'And why is it purple?'

'Try it.' she digs into the jello with her spoon and holds the goo in front of Dimitris' lips. Dimitris extends his neck like a baby bird, taking in the substance. His curious and intrigued expression goes pale as his face contracts into pure disgust.

'I need a napkin,' he mumbles trying to keep the gelatin in his mouth.

'Here you go,' Zo laughs.

'What even is that?!' Dimitris yells perhaps a little too loudly given the woman at the cantine raises her eyebrows.

'It's aubergine gelatin.' Zo says in a matter-of-fact kind of tone as if she'd been eating it all her life.

Dimitris' wide eyes linger on her.

'And you're enjoying this?' he asks

'Fuck no. this is disgusting.' she brushes her hair over her shoulder, taking another spoonful of the jelly. Dimitris can't help but notice the beautiful and gentle waves of her hair that fall to her lower back; the way its hazel-brown color is in such unison with her smooth, tanned skin. Back home, he'd do just about anything to get a girl like her. But he's not home and those piercing green eyes that caress his soul so gently might be the last thing he's ever going to see in the arena if he doesn't tread carefully.

As much as he wants to be her friend, as much as he wants to believe that she's just another person with a heart just like him, with emotions just like him, with empathy just like him, there's always going to be this cloaked fear hiding in the shadows that's guiding him and telling him that all these people he's surrounded by are out for blood. That they're all merciless killers.

'But I might not have long to live so I thought why not... ' Zo continues, lowering her spoon. 'Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm going to die. I wouldn't have volunteered if I didn't think I had it in me but there's always this doubt… you know what I mean?'

And just like that Dimitris' heart melts away into an orb of blissful ignorance and the cloaked fear slithers away for a few seconds. 'I know exactly what you mean, Zo.'

'Would you… um…. Want to like… I dunno…' the girl stares at him, eyes wide and a small crack of a smile. This feels so weird. Why won't the words form the way that they're supposed to? He's not asking her on a date or anything, and even if he was, he never had any issues when it came to making girls fall in love with him. '...ally with me?'

'Sure.' she says finally, taking a sip of water, eyes still lingering on him.

'Really?!' he calls out, again, perhaps a little too loudly. 'I mean, yeah, cool, awesome, see ya later… alligator.'

As he walks away, Dimitris plants his hand on his face. Alligator? Really?


Severin 'Sev' Neferet, 17

District Eleven Female


Why is it that whenever Severin dares to make eye contact with that damned boy from Twelve, he always seems to be staring right back at her, taunting her. It's absolutely ridiculous. Even now, when she's trying to build a shelter, she catches him speaking to one of the peacekeepers and that usually wouldn't be a problem at all. Except for the fact that every so often he'll turn his head towards her and smile. But it isn't just any kind of smile. It's the kind of smile that's supposed to tell her that he has all the power in their 'dynamic' relationship. What if he's telling them right now that she stole from that Capitolite? What if they're discussing her punishment?

Her mother doesn't know about her kleptomania. She doesn't know that simply singing and working at Helpout would never be enough to get her the proper medical treatment she needs. But her mother doesn't need to know that after her gigs when everyone's nice and drunk, she'll slip her sly little fingers into one or two of the guests' pockets and stuff a few bills into her bra. She doesn't need to know that when her clients are pouring their hearts out and need to go to the bathroom for a quick moment to recover, Severin would look through all their belongings trying to find something useful like an expensive watch perhaps or some cheap makeup she can sell or just money in general. Whatever it takes. It's always been that way.

'Psst, Sev.' Diana nudges her a little, snapping Severin out of her temporary trans. 'You seem distracted…' Diana places a bunch of differently sized twigs on the dirt.

It didn't take long for Severin and Diana to realize how well they'd work together. Although it was Diana who did approach Sev first, the need and want to ally was utterly mutual. In fact, Severin was glad that Diana made the first step since she probably wouldn't have managed to approach the girl. Diana just exudes this threatening aura that Sev was wary of at first. But the moment the two of them had gotten used to each other's presence the conversation began to flow naturally.

'I'm good, don't worry. You know how detached I am.' Diana doesn't respond at first. Why is this girl so intense all the time? Severin tries not to blush in the moments of silence. The way Diana peers at her, stripping Severin to her core, is a little too much sometimes.

'Sure,' Diana finally responds, proceeding with her work on the wonky looking shelter, if you can even call it that. Perhaps the reason why the two of them were initially attracted to each other is that they share a lot of qualities. Both of them are on the older side, they both come from poor, outlying Districts, and they've both seen some shit. Although Diana hasn't exactly opened up to Severin quite yet, she can tell that Diana's been through a lot just like herself.

As Diana curses silently, trying to build a stable base for their structure, a loud thud catches Sev's attention, her head shooting up in an instant. Her eyes fall on a knife embedded in one of the targets, almost hitting the bullseye. And then a current spreads across her body. The same current as before, when Dirk was talking to that peacekeeper because now that very same boy is haunting her once more. This time adding a quick wink before lifting another blade and aiming it at the target. Sev turns away quickly, not wanting to share his presence any longer.

There's only one thing he desires from her. One simple question lingering in the air. A question that would break the pressure suffocating her from all sides.

'I lied.' Diana freezes, kicking the unstable base of their pile of wood, causing the whole thing to come tumbling down. 'Hey, what did you do that for?'

'Oh, sorry, did you actually think whatever the fuck we were trying to pile here was actually going to work?' she says aggressively but adding a smile at the end to lighten her tone a bit.

'Alright, fine. It did suck.'

'More importantly, I knew it.' Diana raises her fist in victory. 'Now tell me what's up.'

'Dirk asked me something that-'

'Oh, that guy? Yeah, don't even bother with him. He's a self-centered, stubborn, narrow-minded dickhead. You shouldn't take anything he says to you seriously and if he continues on bothering tell me and I'll go deal with him myself.' Severin catches little sparks of fire forming on the tip of Diana's fingers.

'No, it's not that… he asked if he could join our alliance.' Sev doesn't dare make eye contact with Diana who went silent all of a sudden.

'Forget it.'

'Why not, I mean he-'

'No. He supports the Capitol. He… he thinks all of this is acceptable. He thinks what happened to my family was a necessary action that had to be taken to maintain peace.'

'And what if I told you that I'd feel safer with him around?'

'Then you can go ally with him by yourself if that's what you want.'

'Don't be ridiculous, Diana, I want to ally with you… more than with him. If it comes down to it I'll always pick you. We can get rid of him the moment we feel safe and can stand on our own two feet. It's just… what if we encounter the careers? It wouldn't hurt to have someone to aid us when we're in need.

For the first time, Diana didn't respond in heated and fiery fashion, instead, she bites her lower lip, eyes focused on her feet.

'I won't talk to him.'

'Got it.'

'I won't look at him.'

'Completely fine.'

'I won't even acknowledge his presence.'

'Totally acceptable.'

'Fine. He can join.'

Sev wraps Diana in a warm and comforting hug. 'I'll return the favor sometime.'

Diana smiles. 'You better.'

And now, for a small moment, Severin feels like things might be coming together, like she might have figured her problems out. There's still a shadow in the form of a dangerous boy looming... but as of now, that shadow is stuffed deep down into her closet


Leven Granert, 14

District Five Female


If there's one thing that Leven regrets the most, then it was opening up and showing her more vulnerable side to a complete stranger. It was just bad timing that Phoenix had to catch Leven when she was at her lowest. Just as all her hope was robbed away in the blink of an eye.

There's no denying it, it felt oddly good crying on the girl's lap. It was much needed human contact that she craved after having had multiple strangers pin her to the ground, piercing her skin with needles. The moment Phoenix put her arms around Leven, all the emotions she tried to hide away from the outside world, resurfaced in a shameful fiasco.

And now Leven's just plain uncomfortable. Just thinking of how weak she was back then in her cabin makes her want to vomit her heart out. She barely knows Phoenix for god's sake. Leven's dismissiveness towards the girl yesterday wasn't completely on purpose. It's just that whenever she spots Phoenix in the training hall she has this excessive need to cringe and run away.

At least now Leven has some peace and quiet. Here in the private training chambers the game makers promised complete tranquility and so far it didn't disappoint. Leven throws a rubber ball into the air and freezes it.

The ball stays still in mid-air, unable to complete its action, unable to do what it's supposed to do, unable to have gravity pull it back towards the ground and propelling it into the air again. This rubber ball experiences time differently than Leven and anyone who's experiencing life in the same intervals as Leven. This ball is frozen in time.

The scientists were quite exuberant when they discovered the data they'd mined off of Leven. They told her that she has the ability to control time. They called it 'powerful' and yet all Leven can do is make objects freeze. On top of that, only smaller objects, not even bigger ones or even other people. She remembers the game makers explicitly telling the tributes to experiment with their powers as much as they can. It takes time to fully understand the capacity and limitations of the varying abilities, they said. That's the reason why Leven's spent most of her time all alone in a dark echoing room.

If someone were to ask her how she freezes stuff in time, she wouldn't be able to give an exact answer. It's the same feeling as when you move one of your fingers. You do it but you don't exactly know how you do it. It just happens. You think of it and it happens. It's as if the essence has become part of her identity in some shape or form. And although she can feel its components soaring through every corner of her body there's still so much about it she doesn't understand. It's an odd, indescribable feeling.

She throws a couple of smaller balls into the air, freezing them all simultaneously. She picks one of them up, like she's plucking apples from a tree. Leven snaps her fingers to release the rest of the rubber balls. They bounce around for a while as Leven lays flat on the ground, observing the ceiling. The bouncing of the balls fades away slowly.

Leven's thoughts begin to take over. She thinks of Phoenix's bright red hair. She thinks of the smell of her father's clothes. It smelled like home unlike those perfectly groomed training suits she just wants to rip off of herself and burn to ashes. Perhaps pyrokinesis would have been more fitting… but the rotating and clicking of the watches will always be the common denominator in her life.

'Leven!' someone shouts from the outside. Well, there's only one person with such a posh accent.

'What do you want, Pav?' Leven calls out.

'Oh, look at you calling me Pav. Have we already reached this stage in our blossoming relationship?' Pavlov asks cheekily.

'Alright, goodbye.' Leven rolls even further away from the door.

'Gosh, I'm kidding. Open up, I need to ask you something.' Pavlov knocks on the door in an awkward rhythm that's just painful to the ears. 'I know you won't be able to stand this much longer…'

Leven groans loudly, getting to her feet. The more she approaches that damned door, the more she feels like punching that insufferable being behind it.

Finally, she scans her hand on the screen and activates the sliding frame. Pavlov smiles and waves innocently. Suddenly she doesn't feel like hurting him anymore. He might be the only… 'friend' she's got right now.

'And?'

'Well, it's so nice to see you too, Leven, really.'

'Make it quick.' Leven thinks of just hiding behind the door again and continuing her pointless and, quite frankly, sad ball game.

'I want us to ally.'

'Sure.'

'But think about it…' Pavlov stops in his tracks. 'Wait, did you just agree on the first try?' Even Leven is surprised. The words just jumped out of her mouth without hesitation. The rest of her body didn't even wait for her brain to analyze the options first. 'I had so many more points and arguments prepared… kind of disappointing to be honest. Very anticlimactic of you, Lev, how dare you.'

'Don't call me that.'

'Fine, Leven.' he waves his hands dramatically. 'But now that we're allies, let me show you something!' before Leven gets to interfere and tell him that she's not feeling it right now, Pavlov jolts into the room, does a cartwheel and jumps up at one of the walls, sticking to it with all fours. He goes invisible and yet when she pays close attention she can hear him crawling up the wall. Finally, he resurfaces above her, his tongue extending and slithering across Leven's cheek. She screams in surprise and grabs the tongue forcefully, pulling Pavlov down with it. As Pavlov falls she can feel panic taking over her body. She waits to hear him crashing down loudly but he doesn't.

When she opens her eyes again, Pavlov is indeed falling. But very slowly. She must have accidentally slowed down time for everyone around her. She tries to find something to place beneath him to weaken the fall but as she's about to run off, she notices Pavlov twisting and turning and landing on his feet like a cat.

'Wow… how'd you move to the door so quickly?' Leven stays silent, still surprised by his impressive recovery. 'Guess what I called my power… chameleokinesis! I'm basically a chameleon but way better looking.'

For the first time in what feels like ages Leven giggles. Pavlov joins her in laughter. Maybe she really has found a friend or someone she can trust for now. Someone she can loosen up around.


ALLIANCES:

The Careers (but with superpowers!): Raja (D1F), Goud (D1M), Nastya (D2F), Dimitris (D2M), Zo (D4F), Barracuda (D4M), Colin (D6M), Pam (D9F)

Little Shadows: Colin (D6M), Pam (D9F)

Constrained Emotions: Dimitris (D2M), Zo (D4F)

Federation of the Beans: Voxel (D3F), Morse (D7M), Hilda (D8F), Mune (D8M), Johar (D9M)

A Master and his Scholar: Alpha (D3M), Colin (D6M)

Healing: Phoenix (D7F), Urid (D11M)

A Wolf Among Sheep: Sev (D11F), Diana (D12F), Dirk (D12M)

Chrono-Chameleokinesis: Leven (D5F), Pavlov (D5M)

Loners: Cecilia (D6F), Fayette (D10F), Aditya (D10M)


So, it's been a minute and I have excuses. January was hell. Absolute hell. All my teachers try and squeeze in their exams last minute and I barely had any free time and whenever I did have free time I felt more like binge-watching a show, hehe. And, beginning of February, I was up in the mountains skiing so I didn't have time either. But now, I'm back with a pretty long chapter. For some reason, I'm not too happy with it but it's fine. I wrote it and it's done and it was long overdue.

So, almost all of the careers have finally shown off their powers. Which ones were the standouts for you? In this chapter we also had two partnerships forming. One between Dimitris and Zo and another between Pamela and Colin. Only time will tell how these sub-alliances will affect the career pack. Severin has finally managed to convince Diana to let Dirk into the alliance but things never really work out the way that they're supposed to... right? And, finally, Leven has found a friend and ally in Pavlov. I actually had a lot of fun designing Pavlov's power lol.

I'd also like to mention that I have completed the aubergine challenge along with Reader Castellan so we can be proud of that xD

The blog has also been updated with all the new powers so you can go and check that out too (big shout out to TheMayflyProject!)

I'm also going to do a little advertisement for foxfox12 who is looking for some subs for his story 'The Game' which is an unconventional Capitol SYOT. Check it out if you have time :)

I'm excited about where things are going with this story. I might be a little slow, I know, but this story is going to be my main priority no matter what so no fancy side projects until I say otherwise.

Next up is going to be the last training day before the examination period where we'll have POVs from Raja, Voxel, Mune, and Aditya! After that, we'll hop into some subplot that will affect the main plot later on. And then we have the last cycle before the Games can begin.

Goodbye everyone and see you sooner rather than later!