District 11

Yael Harident

The stone structure is dark inside. We're no longer exposed to the painful rain, but now we're posed with a new problem; we're stuck in this dark building, where anything could emerge from the darkness, ready to slaughter. I'm thinking that it might even be safer to leave, when Arabella pipes up.

"Let's go explore!" she suggests, eagerly, peering down the dark hallway. We're all silent for a moment. Rachel and I exchange a look that says, what the hell?

"Are you fucking serious?" Rachel asks her after a moment. Arabella flinches at the language, but Tristana jumps to her aid.

"No, we should go exploring!" she agrees.

"Tristana -" I begin, but she cuts me off.

"There's no point just standing here waiting for the rain to clear. What if there are resources in here?"

"I think it's more likely that there's a mutt ready to rip us to shreds," Rachel shrugs.

"Are you scared?" Tristana taunts, and Rachel smirks.

"You know that's not going to work on me, Tris. Yes, I'm scared. I'm scared of getting eaten alive by a jaguar or bitten by a snake or decapitated by a Career. I'm not being cowardly, I'm being reasonable."

Tristana frowns, and she and Arabella share a look.

"Then we'll go alone," Arabella decides.

"What?" I ask. "We can't split up!"

"I don't want to either, but Tristana and I want to find... food or something," Arabella says.

"There's not going to be food in there!" Rachel exclaims, visibly angry. Tristana crosses her arms defensively.

"Well, we won't know that unless we look." At that, Rachel groans and rolls her eyes. "You may scoff, but let me remind you that we have absolutely no food left! I don't want to die either, but this is the Hunger Games, and I'm pretty damn hungry right now. We could die if we don't get food."

"The odds of us getting eaten by a mutt are way larger than finding food," Rachel tries to remain calm.

"I disagree," Tristana says simply. For a moment, Rachel looks like she wants to strangle her, but finally sighs and stands up.

"Okay, I guess we can look for food," Rachel concedes.

"What?" I holler, backing up. Am I the only one with any sense left? I may be going insane, and contemplate killing my allies every night, but at least I don't want to wander into a dark structure where there are probably many deadly traps planted.

"You can stay if you want," Rachel shrugs, and the three of them begin to walk into the dark corridor, leaving me alone. I stand in shock for a few moments, watching them move away from me, then snap to my senses.

"Wait up!" I shout, running to catch up with them. I almost slip on the mossy floor, but catch myself.

There's no light in the corridor that we're walking down, which is very unfortunate. I probably have some of the best eyesight out of all of us, but it's still difficult to make everything out. Fortunately, I don't see any traps yet.

Somehow, I end up at the front of the group. I'm guessing the others are completely blind by this point, and that's why they've let me take the lead -

My foot finds no placement. I swing my arms around wildly for a few moments, but it's inevitable when I fall into a giant pit. I let out a small shriek as I go tumbling through the air. A second later, I crash painfully into water.

I'm submerged for a moment, but kick to the surface. Luckily, my time in District 11's forests has taught me to be a fairly decent swimmer, so despite all of the clothing weighing me down, I stay afloat rather easily. I gasp when my head breaks the surface and I shake my head to get the water out of my eyes. The water I'm treading has a slightly green-ish glow, which helps me see. When I look up, I can see three green faces looking down at me from a ledge above my head. It's not too far, but it's definitely not climbable.

"Yael?" Tristana calls down, sounding concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I responding, coughing water out of my lungs. "There's water down here!"

"Should we come down?" Tristana asks.

"I don't see a way out," I tell them. "It looks like four walls on all sides. Don't come down, then we'll be stuck."

"What about you? Are you stuck?" Arabella asks.

"Yes." I can nearly feel Rachel rolling her eyes at Arabella's query.

"Wait, I think I have rope!" Tristana announces. We all wait while Tristana fishes through her backpack for the rope. I'm starting to doubt whether she has any, when she pulls out a coil of rope. Good news; she has it. Bad news; it's only about three feet. When Tristana throws one end down, it's far above my head. "Sorry! I don't think it's long enough!"

As they begin to debate what to do, I swim around the pool in search of some sort of exit. I doubt the Gamemakers would add a deadly pool, especially one so difficult to avoid. No Capitolites want to see kids swim around until they inevitably tire and drown. There has to be a way out. It appears I'm correct when I find the source of the green glow; a small tunnel several feet under water. I want to explore further, but I don't want to just leave my allies wondering where I went.

"Hey!" I call up, and they stop their bickering. "I think I found an exit."

"I thought you said there weren't any?" Rachel asks.

"It's underwater and difficult to see. I'm not sure whether it's an escape, though. I'm going to try and find out."

"Should we wait here?"

"No, keep going! I'll meet back up with you later!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Don't take too long, though. If it isn't a way out, I won't be able to tread water for long."

"Okay. Please don't drown, though."

"I won't," I (hopefully) promise. After a moment, their faces disappear and I hear them walking around the pit. I take a deep gulp of air and dive down toward the tunnel.

I force my eyes open underwater so that I can see where I'm going, but I can still only see a vague outline of the tunnel. I push myself through the small hole quickly, getting pretty claustrophobic immediately. The darkness ensures that I can't see where the tunnel ends, which freaks me out greatly. I'm a fast swimmer, but I start losing air and bubbles float up in front of my eyes. My lungs are aching. I'm about to turn around, but then the tunnel ends.

I kick myself through the end and drift up, hopefully toward the surface. If there's no air in this room, I'll definitely drown.

Luckily, my head breaks the surface and I gulp down several breaths of air before even opening my eyes to see my surroundings. When I've replenished my oxygen, I look around.

To my relief, there's a floor only inches above of the water level. I swim over and yank myself up onto the stone, grateful for the rest. My clothes are obviously soaked and pretty heavy, but I'm not removing anything. When we were talking to Axel and Hadley, they informed us that they were shoe-less because they ditched them after they got wet. I'm not losing my boots. You can't go barefoot in a jungle, even if your shoes are wet.

I take only a few minutes to rest before getting back to my feet. There's a single corridor leading out of this room, so there's only one place to go. Hopefully, it will lead me to my allies.

I'm no longer dreading their company. The voice hasn't made any reappearance today. I don't know how long this bliss will last, but I want to enjoy it while I can.

District 1

Cecelia Hart

"When do you think the rain will stop?" Noelani asks. I shrug.

"Likely soon. They don't have an infinite supply of acid, do they? Besides, they might want to save some for another day," I respond.

"I hope not," Noelani shivers. "We might be less fortunate that time. We could get caught in it. Like Trajan."

It's difficult for me to conceal the smile that appears at the reminder that my insufferable District partner is somewhere out there, baring the acid storm. Glorian and even Noelani are being shockingly sympathetic towards him, but I don't pity him at are. It's only a hint of the karma he'll receive.

"I'm so bored," Noelani complains. "We should do something."

"Like what?" Glorian asks, his voice lacking interest. He lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the Cornucopia, twiddling his thumbs.

"Let's play a game or something," Noelani suggests.

"Do you know any games?" I ask. Noelani hesitates, but Glorian jumps in.

"I actually know a few," he says, to general surprise. He begins rattling off a lengthy list of games we could possibly play, and none of them require any objects. When he spies our shock, he blushes and admits that he plays a lot of games with his siblings.

"Let's play the one where you ask questions or do challenges!" Noelani says eagerly.

"Ask or Challenge?" Glorian asks, and Noelani nods. To me, 'Ask or Challenge' sounds essentially like Truth or Dare, but I suppose it has a different name in District 2. I personally hate Truth or Dare, because I don't like opening up about myself and the dares are all stupid. But I don't want Noelani to think I'm no fun. And I am dying of boredom, so maybe this could provide some amusement.

"You go first," Noelani tells Glorian, and he nods in agreement. "Ask or Challenge?"

Glorian chooses challenge, and Noelani has him attempt a backflip. I'm slightly concerned, because Glorian doesn't seem very nimble, and I don't want him to end up with a broken neck, but he lands the flip perfectly. I gape in shock while Noelani claps. Glorian looks slightly pleased with himself, and bows.

"Alright, Cecelia, Ask or Challenge?" Glorian asks me after he sits back down.

"Challenge," I immediately respond. There's no way in hell I'm choosing 'ask'.

"Uh... dance," he says.

"What?"

"Dance."

"There's no music," I remind him. Then I get an idea and smirking, say, "You have to provide the music for me. Sing."

"I can't sing," Glorian says, but then begins to beatbox. I'm a terrible dancer, but I get to my feet anyway and attempt a pretty terrible dance. My dancing combined with Glorian's beatboxing evokes a laughing fit from Noelani. To my surprise, I'm not embarrassed. In fact, her laugh is pretty cute and gets me to join in.

We continue the game, but face a dilemma pretty soon - none of us are choosing 'ask'. We're all Careers, and none of us have shared too much information with the others (even Noelani and I don't know much about each other's home lives) so we choose a challenge everytime. It's amusing, yes, but we're starting to run out of ideas for challenges. After Glorian challenges Noelani to remove her shirt (a move that makes me blush), I decide it's time to add a few rules in.

How about we have to answer some questions?" I ask, avoiding Noelani and her bare stomach. I didn't want to answer questions, but it's better than having anyone remove any more clothes. I don't want to see Glorian shirtless, and I'll definitely keep my clothes on, even if it means I lose the game.

"Okay," Glorian agrees, but he sounds a bit hesitant. "How about we have to choose 'ask' at least every other time?"

We all agree that his rule is fair, and we continue the game. This time, when Noelani asks me, "Ask or Challenge?" I have to choose ask.

"Ask, I guess," I shrug.

"Why did you Volunteer?" she asks. When I open my mouth to respond with my same lie about fame and glory, she shouts, "you have to tell the truth!" I raise an eyebrow at her. "It's obvious you didn't Volunteer for fame and glory," she says. "No offense, Cecelia, but you definitely don't seem like the type of person striving to be famous."

I laugh, but I'm immediately regretting my decision to add the questions rule.

"Okay, well... my dad isn't the... nicest person. He created a pretty bad life for my mother, sister, and I, so... I Volunteered to escape him," I respond, struggling to find the right words. "Anyway, Glorian; ask or challenge?"

"Ask."

"What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?"

"Um... my best friend died. He was murdered when I was a kid." My jaw drops open. I definitely didn't expect anything like that.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Hey, I already answered!" Glorian says defensively. "You have to wait until your next turn."

"Fine."

"Noelani, ask or challenge?"

"Ask, obviously."

"How did you lose your arm?" Glorian asks. Noelani goes on to tell the story of how she got it caught in a cannery when she was young. I already know it, so I don't pay much attention. When she wraps up the story, she has Glorian continue the story of his best friend's death.

This time, Glorian goes a bit deeper. One by one, we reveal a little more about ourselves. It's slightly concerning, since I know every word I say just makes me more vulnerable. The more we grow closer, the tougher the Games will be on us.

At least Trajan isn't here.

District 12

Rachel Ivy

"Do you think Yael will be alright?" Arabella asks nervously as we walk down the dark corridor.

"Yes," I respond, though I'm not too sure of myself. I just don't want to worry Arabella because she has already insisted we go back and check on her three times already.

"Are you sure?" Arabella asks. This time, I only sigh and speed up my pace so that I no longer have to chat with Arabella. The hallway is empty enough that I can hear everything - including Tristana and Arabella whispering to each other behind me. I can't make out what they're saying, but I don't like when people keep secrets of me.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, spinning around. They jump, confirming my suspicion it's something about me.

"Nothing," Arabella immediately replies. I glare at her and continue walking. This time, they're smart enough to not talk behind my back.

We reach the end of the corridor shortly after. I quickly realize that a wall of vines to our right has been butchered up enough to create a human-shaped arch. Someone has already been here. Unfortunately, there's nothing to signal when they were here. For all I know, they're at the other end of the hall right now.

Regardless of the threat, I push the remaining dangling vines out of the way and step into the next corridor.

Yep, someone's definitely been here, I think to myself. The hallway, which was obviously booby-trapped, is filled with the remains of some passage. I can see arrows in the walls, a skewered snake, and several items on the floor. Including shoes that (after some deduction) I realize belong to the District 2 male. Its crimson shade is the same as the jacket they wear, and its large size suggests it didn't belong to Glitter.

"What should we do?" Arabella asks, and I realize my two allies have appeared on either side. Before I can respond, Tristana takes off. She sprints down the hallway, setting off several traps behind her.

"What are you doing?" I demand, but she doesn't respond until she's all the way across.

"Quick, get over here!" she shouts. Arabella is the next to run straight across the booby-trapped hallway. Most traps have been triggered at this point, but she still barely misses a few arrows.

After some convincing, I do the same. It's not actually difficult, because I step on only the triggered traps. There aren't any close calls for me. We continue down the hallway and quickly step into a cavernous room.

There are a glowing pedestal and statue at the center and absolutely nothing else. We're about to head over to it, when suddenly, a familiar voice sounds to our right.

"Hello," Yael says. I turn and see a soaking-wet Yael standing, looking at us. She's at the entrance of another hallway, which I'm guessing she just emerged from. She's immediately bombarded by relieved Tristana and Arabella, but I decide I can save my relief for later. I want to find out what's on this pedestal.

While Yael recounts her story, I jog over to the center of the room, where the pedestal is. To my surprise, there's a glowing ruby on the pedestal. Underneath is an inscription that I squint to read.

Welcome lucky tribute,

You've discovered one of the three gems placed around the arena. This jewel could save your life - with this, you can survive the Hunger Games without having to win.

It is possible that four tributes survive this year; one victor and three survivors.

However, you must make it to the final five to be able to escape. If you're in possession of the jewel by then, go to the Cornucopia. There, you will be rescued via hovercraft and will be taken home. You won't receive glory or wealth or even a place in the Victor's Village, but you will live. You'll go back to your old life as though you never were in the Hunger Games.

If you're with an ally, be very careful who you select to take the jewel. It can not be transferred between tributes. The first person to touch it is the only one who can use it to escape… with one exception. If you kill the current possessor of the jewel, then you will be the new owner.

May the odds be ever in your favor!

I let out a small gasp after I take it in.

"What?" Tristana inquires from across the room. Immediately, she and Arabella begin sprinting toward me. I watch them in shock until they're almost on top of me, when I finally reach for the jewel. I know I need to grab it first, otherwise it will go to Arabella or Tristana. I wouldn't mind them getting the opportunity to go home, but this concerns me. I'm always my top priority.

Tristana slams my arm out of the way before I can grab onto the jewel. I'm surprised by her force, but immediately reciprocate. I slam my shoulder into her gut and she stumbles back. I easily shake off Arabella, who has been clinging to my arm. Before they can hold me back again, I grab a hold of the ruby.

Breathing heavily, I look around at my allies. Arabella looks crushed, Yael looks confused, and Tristana looks slightly angry. I don't care if I pissed them all off just now, though. This is my ticket home, and none of them can take it away from me.

District 7

Vincent Elm

The cave is silent but for the occasional dripping from the crack in the ceiling. I've been hidden out in this cave ever since I killed Glitter, and it's a good thing I did because it completely spared me from the acid rain today. True, I've been bored, thirsty, and underfed, but at least I have shelter.

I feel no guilt for having killed Glitter. She was annoying. She Volunteered. She deserved it. I didn't ask for this, and neither did most of the people here. But she knew she was putting her life at risk when she Volunteered at the Hunger Games. She deserved my sword to the neck, and that's why I haven't bothered cleaning off the blade yet. I like looking at the blood on it. It reminds me of my accomplishments.

People will likely think I'm going insane, but what do I care? They threw me in this fucking place, what did they expect? I'm not going to be a good little boy anymore, it's kill or be killed. I don't want to die, so I'll kill. And if anyone doesn't like it, they can talk to my bloody sword.

I was popular back home. The memory makes me laugh. If I get out of here, I'm not going to be popular anymore. Everyone will be afraid of me. They'll avoid me. But they weren't in the Games, so they can't judge me.

I barely notice the figure when it emerges from the flurry of rain. He enters my cave, gasping and yelling in pain. I immediately jump to my feet, sword in hand, which is when he finally sees me.

"Vincent?" Trajan asks, wiping rain away from his forehead so it won't drip into his eyes.

"Yes," I reply. "And you're in my cave."

Trajan opens his mouth, probably to say some smug remark, but I don't give him a chance. I step forward and swing my sword in a large arc. It's so unexpected, he barely has time to jump back. The tip of the blade skims the front of his shirt, cutting it a bit. The blade is sharp, because that's all I've been doing all day.

"Whoa!" Trajan says, stepping back. He stands between me and the exit, debating whether to flee or fight. He has a spear, but no other supplies. I think his gun might be in his belt, though, because I can't imagine him going anywhere without it. Finally, he takes his spear and rushes at me.

I side-step, but I'm not the most agile, so it's a close call. His spear misses me, but just by a bit. Not wasting any time, I slash my sword at him again. He ducks this time, getting into the habit. I may be strong, but he's trained in fighting. He thrusts his spear at my knees. Unable to dodge, I use my sword to redirect the blow, and Trajan's spear travels somewhere to my left. The acceleration knocks him to the ground.

I raise my sword to hit him, but he rolls aside before I can bring the blade down.

Trajan jumps back up. I notice that he has a bloody lip now. I'm worried that if I allow him time to regroup, he'll easily manage to beat me. I have to rely on my strength, and the element of surprise. I rush at him when he isn't expecting it, and shove my weapon in his direction. Trajan lets out a scream, and I know I've made contact.

I yank my sword out of his body, and blood sprays everywhere. I begin to stab him again, but this time he moves out of the way.

Trajan stumbles over to the cave's exit, clutching his bleeding forearm. I'm disappointed I didn't injure him greater, but at least he's going now. He looks at me one last time, before running out into the acid rain. Not wanting to brave the precipitation, I stay put. I watch Trajan's dark figure run away, smirking slightly.

Who's the sheep now?

District 2

Glorian Stafford

"Are we sure there's no food left?" I sigh. Cecelia shakes her head.

"You should know this. You've been the one pressuring us to hunt and gather food," she reminds me. I groan, clutching my empty stomach. I used to be accustomed with starvation when I was living on the streets, but for the past few years, I've been fed consistently and well. I suppose I need to get used to it again because I'm not getting three meals a day in the Hunger Games.

"I'm a bit surprised no cannons went off today," Noelani remarks. "The acid rain seemed pretty dangerous."

"It's probably less effective under the cover of the trees," I point out. "And after tributes found cover, I'm sure their days were just as uneventful as our's."

"Do you think tomorrow will be uneventful, as well?"

"No. We're due for another death, soon."

We sit in silence some more, still completely bored and stir-crazy. After a few minutes of silence, we're interrupted by the Capitol anthem. Since we know no one died today, we all ignore it.

"How did you get an 11?" Cecelia finally asks me.

"In training?"

"Obviously. 11s are really rare, so you have to be pretty creative in order to score one. I've been curious ever since the training score reveals."

"I showed the Gamemakers a magic trick," I say. Cecelia and Noelani laugh.

"No, seriously, what did you do?" Noelani asks.

"I showed them a magic trick," I repeat, smirking. Surprisingly, their disbelief doesn't bother me at all. It's actually pretty funny. "Do you want to see."

"Obviously!" Noelani cries. "We've been complaining about being bored all day, and just now you reveal that we have a magician in our midst?"

While she talks, I begin looking through the supplies for usable items. During the private training sessions, I did a juggling trick with camouflage paint containers. We don't have any of those, but we do have a few handfuls of fairly large gold coins. They're not the same, but the weight and shape are close enough that I think they'll work.

I perform the trick for the two of them, and both are impressed to a hilarious degree. Noelani claps and cheers for me as I juggle, while Cecelia watches me carefully. I know she's trying to figure out the trick, but my sleight of hand is developed enough that she won't notice it.

I complete the trick with a bow. Noelani's applause is enough to make me grin widely. My smile evoke a bit more laughter. At first, I'm confused, and then I remember that I haven't smiled until now. They must have been so used to my stoic expressions that I looked ridiculous smiling. And I must admit, my grin is pretty dorky.

"Oh, you're smiling!" Noelani observes, laughing in delight. I blush a bit, but the smile doesn't leave my face.

"Are you impressed by my skills?" I ask.

"Wait, so this is why you took my place as leader of the Careers?" Cecelia asks. "Because you can juggle."

"Well, that's all you need to be a leader. Juggling skills," I respond. This time, Cecelia laughs as well.

"What's so funny?" a grumpy voice asks. The laughter immediately dies as we turn to the Cornucopia's mouth and see a lanky figure standing there. None of us are particularly pleased with Trajan's arrival. "Surprise, I'm back," he says with no enthusiasm. "I need a bandage, now, because if you haven't noticed, my arm is injured pretty badly."

Reluctantly, Noelani goes to get some cloth as Trajan plops down in the center of the Cornucopia. I drop the coins, my magic trick forgotten. With Trajan back, the mood has drastically changed.

I take a deep breath and lean against the Cornucopia wall. Maybe it was good he returned and spoiled the fun. I can't get too attached to these girls. I need to focus and keep my eye on the prize. There's only one thing I should be concerned about and only one person I should be loyal to.

I Volunteered to honor Gonzalo, and I can't get distracted with other matters.

District 6

Tristana Rockett

Rachel isn't as great as she used to be.

She used to be fun and friendly. That's when we became allies. She seemed more concerned with friendship than actual strategy, and I thought I could trust her with my life. She had such a kind aura, and I felt good about the Hunger Games, knowing I'd have her on my side.

Then we got into the Hunger Games, and suddenly she started acting differently. She stopped being fun and friendly. She was more focused on strategy than chilling. She was also bitter and snapped easily, especially at Arabella. I blamed it on the stress and discomfort of the Hunger Games.

But after she physically shoved me to get the jewel, I started thinking differently. Sure, I was trying to get it as well. I batted her hand away, because I wanted to survive. But then she shoved me forcefully out of the way and knocked Arabella to the ground. I would have thought she'd have tried to choose who received it fairly, rather than who got it first. But I suppose she was too desperate for that jewel.

I don't trust her as much anymore. I guess it wasn't fair of me to expect her to give up a major shot of getting home, but I think if she was that determined to get the jewel over us, she'd easily ditch us if her life was in danger.

Rachel's fast asleep, but her hand is on the gun. Arabella's guarding us a few feet away, but she looks half-asleep. Usually, I'd be concerned, but the acid rain is still falling so I doubt many people will find us here.

If I lowered her chance to get home, would she use that gun on me? Would she do that?

I didn't think of Rachel as someone that would kill, especially a fellow ally, but now I'm not so sure. I'm starting to doubt my idea that she's changed. Maybe she has just stopped hiding her true self.

Was everything else an act? Was the Rachel I trusted and aligned with just a manipulative girl behind a mask of friendliness?

Sighing, I turn back onto my other side. I don't think I can worry about it right now. Maybe tomorrow, but for now, I just need sleep.

Per usual, I'm now going to pester everyone for reviews. Long reviews are appreciated, but even a one-word review is better than nothing. It reminds me that you're reading, which is the most important thing. So please review!

Also, the Day 6 poll is now on my profile.

QUESTIONS:

1. Who do you think will get the last jewel?
2. Who do you think will be the next to die?
3. Who do you want to win and survive?
4. Who do you think will win and survive?
5. What are your predictions for everyone? Not just placements, but overall arcs or possible alliances.

GEM CARRIERS:

Emerald - Axel Woodleigh (D6M)
Ruby - Rachel Ivy (D12F)
Sapphire - Nobody

DAY 1:

24th: Zaira Quentin (D7F)
23rd: Nikola Allegra (D3M)
22nd: Savanna Davison (D9F)
21st: Kade Anderson (D11M)
20th: Macey Aderyn (D5F)
20th: Tracey Aderyn (D5F)
19th: Quinten Fredericus (D12M)
18th: Felix Camacho (D8M)
17th: Buck Hayford (D10M)

DAY 2:

None.

DAY 3:

16th: Linen Baird (D8F)

DAY 4:

15th: Lucretius Marlo (D4M)
14th: Glitter Monique (D5F)

ALLIANCES:

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

SOLO:

Lennox
Dennis

KILL LIST/REMAINING TRIBUTES:

Cecelia Hart (D1F) - 1
Trajan Seth (D1M) - 2
Glitter Monique (D2F) - 1
Glorian Stafford (D2M) - 1
Lennox Porter (D3F) - 0
Noelani King (D4F) - 0
Dennis Fielder (D5M) - 1
Tristana Rockett (D6F) - 0
Axel Woodleigh (D6M) - 0
Vincent Elm (D7M) - 0
Hadley Moreau (D9M) - 1
Arabella Cantros (D10F) - 0
Yael Harident (D11F) - 0
Rachel Ivy (D12F) - 1

- Lilah