I still need a few of the males so I'll work with what I have. I still need a Three male from Sparky She-Demon, a Six female from Tracelynn, an Eight male and Nine female from CarlpoppaLOL, and a Nine male from Manny3564 or some number like that. That's not a deadline or anything, just telling you why those Districts weren't written yet. I also put those up there because sometimes I make the reservations but forget to tell people, so they don't know they had a Tribute. This way they can see their names and know.


Yttria Noxus- District Three female

Dear Mom and Dad

I tossed it into the bin. This is a speech, not a letter.

I have something important to tell you. That's okay for a first draft. It didn't matter how I broached the subject, I just had to broach it somehow.

I know science is really important. Your work is important and I'm really glad I got to learn so much from you. And it's becauseI learned so much from you that I know this with confidence. Astronomy is really important, but it's not what I want to do when I grow up. I want to be a writer.

I tossed it into the bin. That's so cheesy!

I nibbled on my fingernail, tapping my other hand on the table. It felt so weird to be this nervous. Usually I was so carefree and easygoing. I knew what I liked and didn't like and was comfortable being me. This was the only time I'd ever been so unconfident and anxious. Parents were supposed to be the ones you were most comfortable with, but that was never going to be the case, since they were the ones whose approval you wanted more than anything.

A wet lick on my foot made me snap up in my seat. I patted Rosalind's head and she snuffed. "Yeah, let's just get it over with," I said.

"Hey. What are you guys up to?"

I peeked into the dining room, where Mom and Dad were tapping at a tablet showing some schematic or something. They looked up as I came in.

"Just some parallaxes," Dad said. "Want to see?"

"I was just wondering…" I started. I leaned against the wall and fiddled with my fingers. "I had something to say. I kind of- Are you busy, because I can come back?"

"What is it?" Mom asked, smiling at how weird I was acting.

"I want to be a writer when I grow up," I said.

"Wonderful! Research is very important. Like thesis papers, or textbooks?" Mom asked.

"I don't want to write about science. I want to write books," I said. I braced myself for the impact.

Dad's face fell, and I knew it would be even worse than I'd been scared of. "Why would you want to waste your life doing something like that? You're so smart."

"You want me to be happy, right? Writing makes me happy. Astronomy just doesn't," I said.

Mom set the tablet down on the table. "We do want you to be happy, but this is very disappointing. We raised you to live up to your potential, and you're throwing it all away? It's just a phase, I'm sure. You wouldn't do something that stupid."

"It's not stupid!" I said, actually raising my voice a little and scaring myself. "I'm going to write books about women, and gender stuff, and lots of stuff! They're going to mean something!"

"They're not going to mean anything!" my father said, and his eyes flashed. "There's nothing useful in that! You have the brains to add something to the cold, real world of science and you're choosing worthless 'literature'. I hope your mother is right."

That was when I knew it was useless to keep saying anything. Mother wasn't right, not about either of her points. I wasn't going to change my mind and my books wouldn't be useless. If this was how they were taking it, this is how they would be from now on.

"Yeah, maybe," I said, and I turned around and left. I should have been devastated my parents shot me down like that, but I really wasn't. I'd gotten it off my chest and they would do what they wanted with it. Smart as they were, I knew my parents were blowhards. They thought astronomy was the only science in the world and that the whole world would fall apart if Hydrox and Lilthia Nox didn't keep doing it. They weren't perfect and they handled this wrong. This was going to be a strain on us, but I knew they still loved me, even though they weren't always right. I'd done my part, and I felt as light as air.

"Come on, Rosie," I said, stroking her ear as she followed me to the door. "Let's go for a walk."


Jezzebell Fern- District Seven female

I was pretty good at throwing darts. That would be because I was also pretty good at being broke, and you can't order drinks if you don't have money. Or at least if you do, they won't bring you any, because Leif the bartender totally knows you since you're there every week. There wasn't a pool table at our tiny little dive bar, but there was a dart board. People will pay weird amounts of money to see a girl do cool dart shots. By 'weird' I just mean enough for a few drinks, but that seems like a weird amount of money to me, since all I did was throw a dart.

The crowds had been generous- 'the crowds' being a couple of off-duty drivers from the lumberyards. They got paid more since they were licensed to operate power equipment, so they had some extra money to throw my way. So I'd gotten four drinks over the last few hours, which was more than I'd gotten in a month. That was all I was going to get, too, since I was no longer in good condition to throw pointed things.

"You want to say that again?"

It came from halfway across the bar, but it was a small bar. Two rough-looking guys, obviously farther into their bottles than the time of night would suggest, were looking at each other meaningfully.

"I said they were loaded," the second man said.

The best part of bars is how very quickly fights break out. You look at someone's friend the wrong way, it turns out she's his sister, and anything goes. Accusations of cheating were always worth percussive deliberation. The first man launched at the second, knocking over both their chairs. One guy started trying to break it apart, but the rest picked sides pretty much randomly. I could have been smart and joined that one guy, but everyone else was having more fun.

I smashed my glass, hoping that in all the chaos Leif wouldn't notice who did it. Armed with the biggest shard, I jumped in. I took a few hits and would have a nice shiner the next day, but I gave as good as I got. When the first Peacekeeper burst in, I had one arm around some guy in a headlock and the other hand full of his ear, which was no longer attached.

"Peacekeeper!" someone yelled, and the fight started to evaporate. The more dedicated parties, like myself, waited until the last minute. The Peacekeepers were pretty nice, really. They actually asked me to leave and only started bodily lifting me after I ignored them. They carried me out like a submarine, horizontally across three of their arms.

"I know this was you, Jezzebell!" Leif yelled, pointing at the glass shards on the bar, his hair matted and strewn with spilled liquor and glass.

I twisted in the Peacekeeper's arms to look back around them at him.

"Put it on my taaaaaab!"


Yttria: Yttria is of African-American descent. She has smooth chocolate skin and is rather tall. Her face is more roundish and her lips are round and full. Yttria's hair is dyed white with some grey strains here and there. Her hair is almost always tied into two braids on either side that go down to her hips. Yttria wears black, framed glasses and there's a small gap between her front teeth that stands out when she smiles. She loves to wear bennies and she almost always has one on. She's also quite curvy.

Jezzebell: Natural blonde shoulder length hair, Petite frame with curves, 5'3

This one turned out fun. It's funny to imagine these self-complete and totally different scenes happening halfway across Panem at the same moment.