Not too many forms in yet so I was waiting but I DO have a few filled Districts so here's Twelve!

Zebulon Charles, District Twelve male (17)

Every year I think I can't possibly be any more scared and every year I top myself. When I was twelve I thought it had to be the worst year of my life. I was only twelve years old. What would I do if I got Reaped? I wouldn't have a chance. Then every year as I got older it only got worse. Each year I had more slips in the bowl. Each year I had a higher chance of getting Reaped. I didn't think I had any higher chance of surviving.

It seemed like death had always been part of my life. First my father died of black lung and a few years later my mother followed. It was a slow, soul-sucking process of watching my parents slowly fade away. I knew how slow death could be, but I also knew how fast it could be. My friend Sorrel was a few years older than me and a lot bigger. He passed himself off as eighteen so he could help support his family by working in the mines. It wasn't black lung that got him. It was just a little scrape he got one day when his pickax glanced off a rock. Usually you get a scrape and it goes away. Not Sorrel's. Down in the dirt and grime of the mine it got infected and it got worse and then he was just gone. He was working one week and gone the next. Death could be slow or fast but when it came for you it never lost your trail.

So that's why I was so scared as I stood in line at the Reaping. Sure, I knew how to fish. Sure, I knew what an elderberry and a goatsbeard looked like. That wouldn't win the Games. It wouldn't matter if I didn't last past the Bloodbath.

Don't panic. I shut my eyes and took some deep breaths. Make a plan. Even if I didn't get Reaped, just making a plan would help me get my thoughts in order and keep my panic under control. If I get Reaped, I'm going to make some allies. Maybe with my District partner. Twelve more than any other District knows how important it is to bring a victory home. I think a Twelve might even put themselves in danger to help their partner.

I kept focusing as I heard Chimera moving things around and taking his place onstage. I was already starting to feel better and I felt in control thinking about worst-case scenarios and possible reactions to them. Yes, bad things might happen. That didn't mean I couldn't react to them rationally and do the best I could with them.

"Let's see the ladies first this year!" Chimera said. He reached into the bowl and triumphantly yanked out a slip like it was a party and he was about to announce who had won the door prize. "Sky Larch!"

No one moved. It came as no surprise to anyone but Chimera, since Sky was deaf.

"Uh... Sky Larch!" Chimera said more loudly. I looked over as the girls around Sky started bustling and shoving her toward the stage. She started in realization and scuttled onto the stage. My heart went out to her. The Games were nearly impossible for anyone, especially a Twelve. Being deaf was just another layer of unfairness.

"And now the fellas!" he reached back in. "Zebulon Charles!"

What would Shogo do?

It seemed like a bizarre question. To anyone but myself, it would have been. It just happened that Shogo was my favorite Tribute. Like me, he was good at fishing. And just like him, I wanted to be an actor. I knew it was nothing but a silly crush but I just always liked Shogo. So what would he do?

He'd put on a face. I walked up to the stage like I didn't even care I'd gotten Reaped. On the inside I honestly just wanted to lay down and cry but I hoped it wasn't obvious. I stood next to Chimera and took the microphone when he offered.

"I'm Zebulon Charles and you have no idea what I'm capable of," I said in my most mysterious and aloof tone. I had the feeling it didn't sound as cool as I wanted it to but I had to commit at that point. I put on my best "brooding loner" face and kept it on until I could cry in the privacy of the Justice Hall.

Sky Larch, District Twelve female- 16

There can be a lot of things you should be fearing

When you can't hear a single peep others are making

Unless of course you might only be faking

Because you're not deaf, only quite hard of hearing

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But perhaps while the others are openly sneering

Without any idea of what they're mistaking

You find out things that can leave people quaking

Because you're much sneakier than you're appearing

xxxx

There's so many secrets that people disclose

When they think you're a safe harmless rock

So they vent and then give you their thanks

xxxx

But the one secret nobody, NOBODY knows

Is just what I do with this illicit talk
Truth be told I just use it for pranks

Most of Sky's POVs will be longer but I always enjoy a poem introduction when the Tribute is a poet so here's an Italian sonnet.

Zebulon: Small, scrawny. Probably average for Twelve lol. his hair is over one eye just because hey, mysterious oooh. Blue eyes, pale skin.

Sky: Small, scrawny. Probably average for Twelve lol. Her hair is buzzed just because hey, then you don't have to wash it. Blue eyes, pale skin. Not well-endowed.