Coby and Adair were the two Tributes made very last-minute and in a huge rush so I could get started. It made sense to stick them together. Funny story, they actually have basically the exact same form (three sentences of a few traits, and it's the same traits) If either submitter doesn't want it I'll just never mention the alliance again and go on writing them separately, but I didn't think it would matter since they were so very sparsely made.

Also, some advertisements! Jezzebell would like to join the Powerpuff Girls (She's Bunny LOL) and Gavin would like to ask Porter to ally (he also was interested in Visenya and Jezzebell but they're looking at other alliances)


Coby Keyes- District Three male

I messed up. I was like the kid you see on the news that came from a good family and had a scholarship and had all his future lined up, and then for no reason he stuck up a gas station and all at once he had a permanent record and his life was reset and that was something you never got back.

I was going into the Games. The Arena. That circle of platforms where twenty-four kids jumped off and in minutes a third of them were dead and by the next day half of them were dead. We'd all seen the footage. Kids screaming. Blood flowing so fast and hard you thought it was fake until you figured out that's just what death really looked like. Skin splitting and tearing as knives stuck into it instead of sliding into it. That was going to be me.

Like I said, there was no taking it back. So I better learn quick and take every bit of the shred of hope three days of training gave me.

The ropes course was fun. I probably should have been training based on practicality, but it was practical. I had tons of energy. If I could just climb really fast before the Careers caught me, I could keep scrambling around above their heads. As long as the Arena had something to climb. Just in case, I also worked with the sprinting coach.

It was on the ropes course that I met Adair. He was scurrying around looking like he was having as much fun as I was. We caught each others' eyes and of course right away it was a race. He was from Seven, so I pretty much won just by not being very far behind.

"Hey, you're Coby, right?" he asked as we lay panting on our stomachs at the top, the rope wearing into my skin. "The one that volunteered for the kid? That was cool."

"That was dumb as a bag of hammers," I said. I shrugged. "But too late now."

"I'm looking for allies. Are you?" Adair asked.

"If you can keep up," I said.

"If you can keep up," Adair said.

The ropes rocked underneath us as we shook on it.


Adair Oakson- District Seven male

I was seven years old when Loki won. I remembered it being a big deal, since Seven hadn't won in a long time. I didn't really remember anything about the actual Games. My parents didn't let me watch. We were all supposed to watch and all that, but little kids could get away with it.

The Arena was underwater. That I remembered, so it wasn't a surprise when the tape reached that point. It was almost funny watching how slow everyone moved and how confused and frustrated the Careers were. Only three people died. It looked super bloody. The blood fanned out in the water like all the blood in their bodies was clouding out. But that was just the water. Really, they were just dead, not any more dead that normal. I was looking at dead kids. But it didn't look real.

The door creaked behind me. I knew it had to be Loki, since Jezzebell walked heavier than he did. He came up behind me and leaned over the couch to watch. I didn't say anything until I saw him swim up to a dead girl and take out his knife. I'd heard that part of the story, but it was one thing to hear about and one thing to see him scrape the top of her head off and wear it like a hat.

I looked back at him with wide eyes. He looked away, down at the ground. His throat twitched. I looked back at the screen to see what would happen next.

I at Loki again when he killed Diamonique. He still hadn't made a sound. I could see the screen reflected in his eyes and the tears on his face.

"Look at her," he said. "She was so young."

I didn't know what to say. To me, Diamonique looked old. She was older than me, though not as old as Loki, and it unsettled me to think about why that was.

"I remember when you won," I said. Anything to change the subject. Loki flinched and looked scared of me.

"There were all sorts of parades and parties, and presents came down from the sky. I got one of them and it had a toy plane in it. It was so cool. I still have it. It was the best toy I ever got."

Loki smiled, even though he was still crying. "You liked it?" he asked.

"Yeah! The day you won was the best day ever!"