Ignore grammar mistakes. You probably expect this by now, but I have not proofread.

District 6

Linen Baird

I yawn and open my eyes, blinking heavily to wipe away the remnants of sleep. Some light is sneaking through the cracks of our rickety shelter, but at least it didn't collapse overnight. I was slightly concerned by that possibility when I was trying to fall asleep last night.

When I sit up my back crack. I let out a groan as I start stretching my limbs. Sleeping on a rock isn't very cozy, even after Axel and I laid reeds of grass down as a bed. Axel and Hadley are no longer in the shelter, which momentarily concerns me. What if they were killed? Or fell off the cliff like idiots? A cannon could have fired while I was asleep.

However, when I poke my head out of the shelter, Hadley and Axel are standing right outside, arguing about something.

"What's up?" I ask, brushing dust off the seat of my pants. The pair turn to me, both looking exasperated.

"Linen, thank god you're up," Axel starts. "Hadley wants us to walk across the rope bridge. Please explain to him how insane he is." I turn to Hadley, my jaw gaping.

"You seriously want to go across that?" I demand.

"Well how else would we get across?"

"Why do we need to cross at all?" Axel reasons. Hadley groans.

"The Careers could reach us at any moment! We're not too far away from the Cornucopia. If we stay here, we'll die."

"We're in the Hunger Games. We could die whether we make it to the other side or stay here. But if we stay here, at least we won't die on the morning of the second day," I say. Hadley looks angry, then turns on his heel and stomps toward the bridge.

"What are you doing?" Axel nervously asks.

"Proving that this bridge isn't dangerous," he replies. Axel rushes over to Hadley, but I stand my ground.

"Hadley, don't walk on that!" Axel shouts. Hadley disregards him and places his foot on the first board. I hold my breath as he takes a second step, putting all of his weight on the bridge. The ropes creak, and it sways precariously. However, it does not give in and drop Hadley to his death. He grins and waves us over.

"Come on, let's cross!" he shouts. "Linen, don't forget the backpack."

Grumbling, I retreat back into the shelter to grab our supplies. Axel and Hadley both have their respective weapons, so the only things I need to grab are the satchel and my dagger. I sling the satchel's strap around my arm, but I keep the dagger held out in front of me. I don't want to be surprised by any attackers or muttations at any moment.

When I exit the shelter and go over to my allies, Axel has yet to walk onto the bridge.

"What if it collapses under the weight of all three of us?" he wonders. Hadley is already a fourth of the way across. I shrug, and slip past him to step onto the bridge. After placing all of my weight on it, I wait a moment, prepared to leap back onto the ground in the case that it falls. It stays intact, so I take another step. Finally convinced that the bridge is stable (at least enough for me to cross) I speed up my pace, closing in on Hadley.

The bridge still sways in a very threatening way. The planks for footholds are also placed far enough that I have to watch where I step. If I don't, I may slip right through. I hold tightly to the ropes on either side, not wanting to misstep and fall to the ground.

I'm only a few feet away from Hadley when the ropes start shaking and the bridge dips even more. I gasp, automatically stopping and clutching the ropes tightly. With a quick look over my shoulder, I can see that Axel has finally decided to walk across the bridge. He glances up at me, nervously, then immediately ducks his head back down to watch where he's stepping.

I breathe a sigh of relief, and turn to see Hadley nearly at the other side of the canyon. I resume walking across, wanting to limit my time spent on this bridge as much as possible. I'm fairly agile, so it doesn't take too much effort for me to catch up to Hadley once more. He steps on the ground only a few seconds before me.

The moment my feet hit hard, steady ground, I breathe a sigh of relief and flop down. I watch as Axel makes his way across with careful precision. He's taking quite a long time and his foot placements are painfully deliberate. Even though it takes forever, he finally manages to reach Hadley and I. Grinning, Axel steps onto the ground.

"Well, I told you guys we wouldn't die, didn't I?" Hadley smirks.

District 4

Lucretius Marlo

"We need to go hunting today," Glorian states as soon as all of us Careers are awake and somewhat fed (Glorian and Cecelia forbade us from eating any more than a few bites from one of the gross packs of food). Trajan and Glitter both grin happily at this news.

"Excellent. There are way too many sheep left wandering about the arena," Trajan remarks, sharpening his sword threateningly. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Cecelia groan and roll her eyes. Glorian doesn't notice her but glares at Trajan. At this point, we're much too used to Trajan's odd metaphors.

"Not hunting tributes, hunting animals." The smiles plastered on Trajan and Glitter's faces immediately drop.

"Why? We have food," Glitter says, a little disgruntled.

"Not much," Glorian points out. "We only have a bit of fruit, and maybe a few crackers. That won't last us longer than three days, and that's if we ration it. We need to collect or hunt food before we run out. This isn't like other Hunger Games, where the Careers are just given enough supplies to last them through the entire Games. They didn't have to worry about that. We do."

Noelani, Cecelia, and I nod in agreement.

"The outer District tributes got a lot of food as well," Cecelia adds. "We're more or less on an even playing field with them. Careers have a reputation as being useless without food being given to them by the Capitol. In past Games, when their food stocks are somehow destroyed, they die quickly. We don't want to be like that."

"We didn't enter the Hunger Games to die of hunger," Glorian sneers.

"What, so we just spend all of our time hunting for animals rather than tributes?" Glitter asks. Glorian shrugs.

"Pretty much."

"But that's not fun! That's not what I signed up for!" Glitter exclaims. Vincent, who's sitting very close to her, shifts uncomfortably.

"As much as I hate to agree with the Two girl," Trajan says, grimacing, "she's right. We can't just spend all of our time feeding ourselves and allowing the other tributes to do whatever the hell they want. It'll be boring."

"Are you seriously concerned with putting on a good show?" Cecelia asks him, sounding disgusted. He glares at her.

"Yes, I am. Don't scoff. The Careers are the ones that keep the Hunger Games interesting to watch. We get most of the viewers. If we spend all of our time out of the action, we'll lose viewers and sponsors. The Gamemakers will likely send muttations after us to spice up the Games. So yes, I care whether we're putting on a good show or not."

Cecelia must realize that Trajan makes a good point, because she doesn't say anything else. She glares at him, which is probably her best response at this point. Glorian pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking.

"Alright, how about this? One pair hunts for tributes and another hunts for animals. Of course, if either runs into an animal or tribute, then they kill them regardless. This way, we'll provide some action and some food. Is everyone satisfied?" Glorian says, and we all nod. "In that case, Glitter and Cecelia will hunt for tributes and Lucretius and I will try to find some food." My eyes widen, surprised Glorian decided to take me along. I'm slightly flattered, and begin blushing.

Glitter and Cecelia, however, don't have a positive reaction to the pairing. As soon as the realization sinks in, they both start requesting a different partner.

"Why not Vincent and I?" Glitter exclaims.

"Can I take Noelani, instead?" asks Cecelia.

"I don't want to have to hunt with Cecelia!"

"Glitter will probably scare off all of the other tributes. She too loud and obnoxious to sneak up on them."

Glorian groans and brushes his messy black hair out of his eyes.

"I'm not changing my decision," he says firmly, but neither of them quit complaining. "If either of you bothers me anymore, I'll kick you out of the alliance." This time, they both shut up.

The four of us tasked with hunting begin to collect our weapons and a few supplies, but all of a sudden it begins raining. The raindrops are very light, so it almost seems like mist, but the quantity makes it so I'm soaked almost immediately.

"It's raining," I observe.

"Well, it's a rainforest. Did you think it'd be snowing?" Trajan says, rolling his eyes. He and Noelani and Vincent have made their way into the Cornucopia to stay dry. I notice that Vincent has set up make-shift buckets out of empty cartons to collect water. He's smarter than I initially thought. I ignore Trajan's comment.

"Come on, Lucretius," Glorian calls. "We might be able to stay dry under the trees."

District 10

Arabella Cantros

The four of us are gathered under a mossy tree, sitting in silence.

The rain started about an hour ago, but it hasn't effected us too much. The cover from all of the branches and trees over our heads is enough to keep us mostly shielded from the rain. However, at this point, the slow build-up of moisture from the rain has left our clothes all damp and our hair stringy and wet. My brown hair is tied into braids, but Rachel's hair is hanging loose and it's currently plastered all over her forehead.

"I hate humidity," she groans, brushing a dripping clump of dark hair from her eyes.

"It's not too bad," I shrug. Even though it's only the second day in the arena, the rest of my group has already started to get a little downhearted. Even Tristana has lost some of her usual peppiness. Which leaves me to be the optimist, and the one trying to cheer everyone up. "Does anyone have any funny stories?" I ask. Everyone ignores me.

"Do you think we're too close to the Careers?" Tristana asks nervously. "We didn't travel too far from the Cornucopia yesterday. The Cornucopia can't be too far away."

"We're far enough that we shouldn't have to be too concerned. And there's a lot of us, I think we could manage to at least hold off the Careers for a while," says Yael.

"I agree with Yael," interjects Rachel. "Plus, there won't be too much space left in the arena to travel to, even if we did decide to move further away. Arenas like this, where there are so many hiding places, aren't super expansive. The arena designers make it even, like that. If it's a desert arena or something, it's large. But if it's some forest, it tends to be smaller. Have you noticed that?" Tristana shakes her head, still looking nervous.

"See? We're safe," I say. "How about the funny stories? Anyone have anything good?" Once again, everyone ignores me.

"Is that a monkey?" Tristana asks. I follow her finger and see a black figure moving around on a branch high above our heads. It's difficult to see through the mist, but I would be surprised if it were anything other than a monkey.

"I think so," Rachel says. She's looking up as well. She stands up, her hand holding a dagger in one hand and the gun in the other. Yael and Tristana follow her leading, also grabbing their weapons and standing at the ready, leaving me the only one sitting on the ground.

"It's a monkey, it won't attack us," I say. Rachel rolls her eyes.

"Ari, it's an animal in the Hunger Games. I wouldn't be so sure."

"Yeah, monkeys are one of the most common mutts programmed to attack," Tristana adds. I stay quiet, a little less sure. I haven't seen many Hunger Games, since my mom didn't let me watch any until I was eleven. She didn't want to 'emotionally scar me'. None of the Hunger Games I've seen have featured monkey muttations, but in hindsight, I'm sure many of the ones I didn't see have.

I grab my dagger and stand up. I look back up at the branches, but I can no longer see the creature.

"Is it gone?" I ask. All of a sudden, I feel something crash onto my head and begin screeching like crazy. Claws sink into my scalp and I feel my hair being tugged. I can't see anything. I begin screaming, but my mouth is filled with fur from the chattering monkey atop my head.

BANG!

A gunshot rattles throughout the arena, and the monkey slumps off my head, bleeding from the bullet-hole in its head. I stare at it in shock. My hair is in disarray, my head hurts, and there's blood trickling down my face. I'm unsure whether it's from me or the monkey. Probably both.

Rachel slowly lowers her gun, her eyes still darting around. I quickly rush over to the rest of my alliances, standing between them. A few more monkeys leap down from the branches in screeching heeps, but none land on anyone else's heads. They chatter and begin circling us. I make eye contact with one, and its beady red eyes make me shiver. I back up until I'm against the mossy tree. The rest of my allies have made a circle around me, protecting me from the rest of the animals.

One monkey lunges toward our clump, but Tristana shoots it with a bolt before it reaches us. At this, the rest of the monkeys erupt into chaos and all charge at us. They come from everywhere - in front, my left, my right, even above my head. The chattering monkeys move so quickly, I can hardly process where any of them are. I just swipe my dagger around, trying to prevent anything else from grabbing onto me.

"Run!" I hear someone shout, and someone else grabs my wrist and yanks me away from the tree. I don't hesitate to follow them as we race away from the monkeys. I'm faster than any of my allies, so I quickly pull ahead from the rest. I run until the chattering seems distant, when I come to a halt. I look behind me, panicked. Did I just leave my allies to get eaten my monkeys? Am I that selfish?

I wait a moment, and when I don't see any of them arrive, I begin running back where I came. I ignore my brain, which is saying, "Arabella, what the hell are you doing? Run away from the monkeys, not toward them!". All I know is that I can't leave my allies to die.

However, I don't need to move closer before I see Yael push through a bunch of plants and run toward me.

"Keep going, Rachel and Tristana are on their way," she pants, and jogs past me. I hesitate - what if they get attacked before they can escape? - but I decide to follow Yael's example and run away. Hopefully, like she says, they manage to reach us.

I break through a bunch of vines blocking my path and run. I can see Yael not too far in front of me, and to my relief, I hear footsteps behind me. I charge ahead once again, passing Yael. I don't stop this time, I just keep running. I can still hear Yael behind me, so I know I'm not drifting too far.

I only stop when I nearly slip in mud. I skid to a halt, and breathe a sigh of relief. I think I'm safe this time. I'm right beside a river, and even though I'm now fully exposed to the rain, I can't hear anymore monkeys. Yael reaches me a few seconds later, breathing heavily.

"Are they okay?" I nervously ask her. All she can do is shrug.

District 1

Trajan Seth

I'm still bitter that Glorian didn't let me hunt tributes. I'm the one who reminded him about the importance of hunting tributes, but yet, he chose Glitter (who is completely useless) and Cecelia (who is even more useless) to hunt tributes. And then he left me to guard the Cornucopia, which doesn't have any important supplies anyway, along with the one-armed girl and the guy who isn't even a Career.

Neither have responded to my attempts to talk to them, which is frustrating. It's not like we have anything else to do. We're not allowed to leave the Cornucopia, and the Gamemakers didn't put entertainment options in here. Instead of talking to me, they're both staring at the rain with bored expressions on their faces.

I hate everyone in this alliance. Glorian may be a wolf, but he doesn't let me do anything. I can't kill him yet, though - I need the alliance to be smaller, so they won't be a threat if I kill Glorian and then ditch the rest. I don't want the rest of them to be chasing after me the entire Hunger Games - I know I could beat any of them in a fight, but not if they all teamed up to fight me.

Glitter may have the mentality of a wolf, but she's too useless to be any kind of a threat. She's more like… a wolf with a broken leg, but she doesn't realize her leg is broken because her brain is roughly the size of a grape.

If Glitter's a wolf with a broken leg, then Noelani's a wolf without any legs. She acts tough, but let's be honest - what can she do with one arm? I'm not worried about her, she'd be easy to take out.

Lucretius is a sheep. He has the brains of Glitter and the fighting ability of Noelani. At least Noelani can function on her own. Lucretius is completely dependent. I think if I were to take out all of his allies, he'd be useless. District 4 is not worrying me - neither of them have strong competitors.

I have yet to learn whether Vincent is a wolf or sheep. When I asked him, he gave me an odd look and then ignored me. I'll have to discover for myself.

Cecelia is a wolf. As much as I hate to admit it, she's one of the stronger tributes in our alliance and the only one besides Glorian that I'm not one-hundred percent confident I could defeat in a fight. However, I do think I'm stronger than her and I have good odds if we finally battled - which I'm very excited for.

The rain continues pattering on the Cornucopia and I slide back to lean against the side. I watch Vincent and Noelani as they wait for the day to be over. But there's a lot of time left, and I suspect that they'll eventually give in and decide to converse with me. All I have to do is wait for that moment.

District 3

Lennox Porter

I feel like I've been walking in circles all day. I'm trying to reach the edge of the arena, but the fact that I have yet to see any sort of change in my surroundings suggests that I'm making no progress.

After hours of walking, I finally stop to drink a bit of water. I've been able to drink a lot today, because I've been constantly refilling my bottle with rainwater. It's one of the perks to being in a rainforest. I can't depend too much on the chance of consistent rain throughout these Games, though, because the Gamemakers have been known to spoil their tributes with resources then suddenly cut them off. I can't let myself let my guard down.

I recap my water bottle and look around at my surroundings. I can't distinguish these trees from the ones I saw an hour ago. They're just as tall, just as green, and just as dense. I need to find some way to determine whether this tree is the same one I'll see in two hours. Looking around, I spot two decently sized rocks on the ground and pick them up.

I find a particularly large tree and begin lining rocks up around the base. I grab two more and place them next to the others, starting to form a full circle around the trunk. When I finish, there's a clear ring around the tree. If I see this ring of rocks again, I'll know for sure whether or not I've been travelling in circles.

Satisfied, I set off again. Hopefully, I'm not walking in circles, but at least now I'll know if I can. I can't stand lack of progress. Besides, if I've been circling the same place for hours, it rises the chances that Careers are nearby. I need to get as far away from them as possible, and that's what I'm trying to do. The more distance between me and everyone else, the more likely I am to return home to Ada.

District 1

Cecelia Hart

"Glitter, would you just shut up?"

Glitter glares at me, and definitely does not shut up. In fact, she seems to be talking even more. I suspect she's just doing it to bother me at this point. And it's working.

"I've been training for the Hunger Games my whole life. My parents aren't into training, though, so it was difficult for me to convince them to sign me up at the training academy. Mom finally caved in when I pointed out that after I won, she might be able to move to District 1. It probably isn't true, but she doesn't know that. I suppose she does now. But she can't do anything about it, because I'm already in the arena. Sorry, Mom. Anyway, Mom loves District 1 for some reason and I don't know why. Dad used to like District 2, but after he married Mom, she forced ideas about District 1 down on him until he finally gave up supporting District 2 and began to love District 1 as well. At least, he acts like he does. I doubt he actually does. Dad's kind of a pushover. He likes whatever Mom likes. I'm the opposite…"

Glitter continues blabbering away, but I've tuned out at this point. I can't listen to her longer than a few seconds. She's so irritating and is seriously making me consider cutting my own ears off.

"...I'm so glad that kid Sprucen died. He was so annoying, and very rude. I'm shocked Trajan wanted him in our alliance. And then Vincent got to replace him! Vincent's so handsome, with his blue eyes and tan skin… he's very strong as well. He says he was a lumberjack back in District 7, and his biceps show it. He's has nice muscles..."

I resist the urge to gag. The worst part about Glitter Monique is that she pretends to be all tough and serious and bloodthirsty, like a stereotypical District 2 tribute, and then she goes and rants about Vincent Elm's eyes and biceps non-stop. Even though she talks about despising District 1, she reminds me of many girls in my District that people would consider stereotypical District 1 females.

"I only got a nine in training because I didn't want to appear too threatening. I downplayed my skills a bit. Purely strategic - I'd definitely be able to score higher than you. Even though I was only trying about half as hard as I normally do, I was still predicted to get fifth place. Imagine what I would I have scored if I tried my best -"

"So you've only been fighting half as hard as you can?" I interject.

"Yes."

"Are you planning on fighting your hardest at some point?"

"Of course," she says, glaring at me suspiciously.

"So are you going to stop using half of your thinking ability at some point?"

"For your information, I've been using all of my intelligence," Glitter says stiffly.

"Oh. I just assumed you were only using half, because… well, I didn't know it was possible for anyone to be this stupid."

Glitter doesn't know how to respond. I've finally shut her up. Enjoying the silence, I rush up ahead. I hope this silence last for at least another five minutes, because that's probably the most I can hope for at the moment.

Here's part one of day 2, finally! Sorry for taking so long to post this. Don't forget to review! Even a short review is appreciated. If you're really busy and don't have much time for reading and reviewing, I understand. If you PM me explaining, then I won't kill off your tribute for lack of reviews or anything. I only kill off tributes if I think the submitter has just given up on the story (and if it fits the plot, of course).

I have a poll for Day 2 on my profile. I'm going to have a new poll after each day, just so I can get a feel for different standings.

ALLIANCES:

Cecelia/Trajan/Glitter/Glorian/Noelani/Lucretius/Vincent
Cecelia/Noelani
Tristana/Arabella/Yael/Rachel
Axel/Linen/Hadley

SOLO:

Lennox
Dennis

KILL LIST:

Cecelia - 1
Trajan - 1
Glitter - 1
Glorian - 1
Dennis - 1
Kade - 1
Hadley - 1
Rachel - 1

- Lilah