Oswald 'Ozzy' Maki-Arthur, 10

District Four Tribute A

July 1st

200 A.D.D.

One Week Until The Two-Hundredth Annual Hunger Games

Ozzy had always dreamed of becoming a hunger games champion. Even from a young age he enjoyed watching District Four bringing home gold. Growing up in District Four didn't decrease his obsession with the hunger games, it only strengthened it. District Four's latest victor and Ozzy's mentor, Abigail Vincenzo, won just two years ago. And considering being old enough to remember his victory the most, Ozzy absolutely idolized Abigail. After volunteering, the last two days on the train have been everything Ozzy ever dreamed of, but unfortunately his district partner, Haverick, wanted nothing to do with Ozzy. Well, it was his loss wasn't it? Besides, he would regret it when Ozzy won.

"When will we arrive, Abi?" Ozzy asked the fuzzled Abigail for the fourth time today.

"I don't know, Ozzy. Just go sit down. I need some time to myself please." The completely annoyed Abigail asked.

Ozzy opened his mouth the response, but shut it. He knew if he wanted to win he shouldn't tarnish their guided relationship. After Ozzy walked away from Abigail, he made his way over to try and settle things with Haverick. Before Ozzy could even say a word to Haverick, he lost his shit.

"Listen here Ozzy, I don't want anything to do with you, so don't even think for one second I want to align with you." Haverick said with a glare directed towards Ozzy.

"Whatever you say, Haverick." Ozzy said with an eye roll. God, he couldn't wait to kill Haverick. He didn't care if they were District partner's whatsoever.

Haverick made Ozzy jealous for sure. Abigail obviously favored Haverick over himself, and Abigail wasn't afraid to show it. In fact, Abigail hasn't spoken about any plans for the games with Ozzy. Ozzy really couldn't care less as he already had a plan himself, but it would've been nice to be shown a little remorse and help before he goes to fight for his life.

Leaving Abigail and Haverick alone he left for his room. If he was going to need to be the best he could be for the parade. He must be in tippy top shape for the parade. Once Ozzy arrived at his room he went straight to his walk-in closet. He examines the clothes in his closet ready to try each and every piece of clothing on. The clothing was very extravagant, and Ozzy loved it. The Capitol chose his style, and it was exactly what he wanted.

After deciding on his outfit for the day they arrived at the Capitol, he yawned. All of today has really made him tired. He couldn't wait to dream about what the Capitol could be like. He already got a taste of it. He couldn't wait to get a face full of it, and what he really couldn't wait for was to become a champion, and he knew that would become very soon.

Sawyer Malroy, 13

District Eleven Tribute B

July 1st

200 A.D.D.

One Week Until The Two-Hundredth Annual Hunger Games

Stupid fucking Capitol.

Sawyer hasn't been in the mood since she was reaped, and she could care less to communicate with her mentor, Jude. She was disgusted by the Capitol and everyone affiliated with the Capitol. Although, she suppose she should show a little decency and speak to the last people she'll ever talk to.

BEEP! BEEP!

Waking up in her bed with a groan at the sound of her alarm clock blaring. Fumbling out of her bed she got up and went straight to the shower. The one thing she loved most was getting warm from the shower. Growing up in a community home in District Twelve made it hard for Sawyer to even get a warm bath. Most of the time her community home siblings would use the warm water up before it was Sawyer's turn, so Sawyer was always stuck with a cold shower.

Using the fancy tiny soaps to clean herself she finished washing her hair and body, getting out and drying herself off with a blue towel. She decided to wear a basic t-shirt and jeans instead of wearing the skirt and ribbon bow that Minnie left for her that morning.

After finishing dressing up she left her room and went to the main room with an obviously annoyed expression. In the main room Jude, her mentor, and Rocko, her escort, sat at the table enjoying playing a game of blackjack together. They barely noticed Sawyer when she entered, as they seemed to fixated on laughing away at their results of the game. Sawyer rolled her eyes angrily at them for not even considering helping her, so she slammed herself on a seat to get her "helpers" attention.

Jude and Rocko immediately stopped laughing and turned their attention to Sawyer who have them a "what the fuck" expression. Jude, obviously knowing he should focus on mentoring instead of betting his victor's fortune, got up from his seat and slowly made his way over to Sawyer. Jude had lost his right leg in his games, so the prosthetic leg he received after winning caused him to move at a slower pace than before.

"Hello there Sawyer. How are you feeling today-" Jude asked before being abruptly cut off by Sawyer.

"It's about fucking time you come talk to me." Sawyer growled in annoyance.

"No need to use foul language, Sawyer. I'm just offering some help." Jude said with a blank expression.

"I don't need your help. Clearly you don't want to help me. Instead, all you want to do is gamble your life's earnings away. Fucking gambling addict!" Sawyer roared in anger.

Jude stood there speechless, simply speechless. In all his sixteen years of mentoring he had never had a mentee speak to him life that.

Groaning, Sawyer got up from her chair and stormed off to her room. She didn't have time to put time into something useless. She didn't want Jude's help. No, she didn't need his help.

Ayden Evander, 25

Ex District Nine Tribute

Victor of the One Hundred Ninety-Fifth Annual Hunger Games

July 1st

200 A.D.D.

One Week Before The Two-Hundredth Annual Hunger Games

Ayden had a lot on his plate, and that was saying something. He hasn't had a big enough responsibility since his games. And for once in his five years of mentoring he had hope in his tributes, most specifically Constance. Yeah, she may not be as strong and have the knowledge in weapon use as the careers do, but she had a passion to get hope. Ayden saw the same passion burning in her eyes like Ceres Paloma, Victor of the 177th Annual Hunger Games and Ayden's mentor, did. That didn't mean he didn't see it in his other two tributes' eyes, and that also didn't mean he wanted to help them.

Ayden sighed, sitting in his chair enjoying a glass of whiskey while reading from Panem's daily newspaper. He barely noticed Constance when she entered the room. Constance made her way over to Ayden and sat down in the seat next to him.

"Hello Ayden, I was wondering if you had any tips to help me win the hunger games?" Constance asked with a curious tone.

Ayden looked up from his newspaper and at Constance, a smile formed on his face as he saw her, so he placed down his newspaper.

"Hello there, Constance, and yes I do. But that depends on what you'd like to know. So tell me, Constance, what would you like to know?" Ayden responded to Constance.

"Anything." Constance responded almost instantly.

"You are a ready type are you?" Ayden chuckled. "Well, anything can be anything you know, but if I were to use it I would say try getting supplies on the outside of the cornucopia. Only go deeper inside if needed. Stay low, don't place yourself in a big scene that could affect your life ending. And of course, kill if needed. " Ayden would respond, trying to be as helpful as he can.

"Alright, I got it. Thanks. I'm going to hibernate back to my room. I'll talk to you later. " Constance said, nodding and headed off to her room.

After Ayden waved goodbye to Constance he went back to reading his newspaper and enjoyed the train's view. It will always be beautiful, well at least for now at least.

Thank you for reading everyone! I'm so happy to be back and ready to write more. I decided to throw Ayden in this chapter as he is one of the more important mentors, thanks for reading everyone!

Gomex