I would have waited until I had a pair, but I put this out so I could post some updates on the missing slots. The Three and Seven males are coming, the submitter was just having some health stuff and was delayed.I haven't been able to get a response from the Six female submitter after a few weeks of trying, so I'll be starting down the waitlist.

UPDATE got the name wrong and put someone who already has a slot. Oops! Anyway, the first name on the list is "faceless eater AKA slendergirl". You still want in? If so, send a Six female stat!


Argent Ore- District Twelve male

The other children always seemed so terrified when we waited in front of Demi on the stage. I wished I felt like that. Sometimes I did, but it seemed like the last time was a long time ago. I wasn't scared, or brave, or angry, or clueless. I saw a woman about to pick out a piece of paper that could kill me, and I just felt sort of numb.

That was the way it was with me. Empty some days, spilling over on others. Mostly empty, especially since Blossom left me. I didn't blame her, not at all. I was never really a bad boyfriend, but I was definitely never a good boyfriend. I was surprised she ever agreed to go out with me, and not surprised at all when she broke it off. I wasn't really attractive or special in any way. She was better off without me.

I started to feel something when Demi Reaped Aidan Gilles. He was wailing as he came to the stage, a sort of drawn-out moan that expressed more emotion than I had even when I was having what I called one of my "crazy days". One of the boys next to me shivered in sympathy. It made me happy that people still cared about each other so much.

"Do we have any volunteers?" Demi called. She started turning to the other bowl right away. No one volunteered in Twelve.

"I volunteer as Tribute!" I said, stopping Demi mid-twist. She turned her head and tried to pick me out of the crowd. I raised my hand, then started toward the stage.

My heart lightened as I walked. My eyes were on Aidan, who was looking around as though it might have been an angel who said it. I started to smile, and it just got bigger and bigger. I'd done something worth doing, made something worthwhile of myself. Aidan would remember this forever, and I hoped he lived a full, happy life. And he deserved it. He had people who loved him, I knew he did. Me… I never had that. There was nothing to love about me. I'd go out of the world, and no one would be the worse for it. Blossom would probably miss me for a while, but she'd find someone better, like she deserved.

I reached my place on the stage, and Aidan scuttled away, his wide eyes on me making me feel larger than life. Demi paused to collect herself and think of something to say before she handed me the microphone.

"This is always a surprise! What's your name, young man?" she asked.

"Argent Ore," I said. She was looking at me oddly, and she pulled the microphone away swiftly when I was done, turning immediately to the girls' bowl. I noticed similar looks from a lot of the kids in the crowd. They were looking at me with confusion, interest, disbelief, and in more cases than one, pity. I wasn't offended. It just almost amused me. The way they were looking at me, you'd think I wanted to die.


Argent didn't have a description because Silver whipped him up quick so I could write.