Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.

Note: Halfway through the decade! Several canons are looming near and nearest of all is the star of today's chapter, Chaff. I always felt he was a bit underutilised in canon… like, a lot, so I hope I did him plenty of justice here. Some may call it a strange take on his youth. Others, mainly just myself, call it hilarious. Either way, hope you guys enjoy the poor lad's suffering and the exploration of one rather notably flaw in the reaping system…

Katniss stared down at Chaff's imprinted face, trying to connect it to the middle aged drunken man she'd ever so briefly known during the quell. She failed.

"How did he go from this to… that," Katniss strained her face a little, as if trying to bring forth the answer from her mind. "I've got nothing."

"The arena changes people," Peeta said. "Some go from pleasant people to bitter and depressed. Some from happy to unendingly sad. It's a rare, and messed up, person who doesn't change at all."

"I guess you're right," Katniss agreed. "Maybe we can just ask Haymitch."

45th Annual Hunger Games

Name: Chaff Mitchell

Gender: Male

District: 11

Age: 18

Kills: 5

Every reaping follows a very rigid procedure with rules that are to be obeyed, lest the offender suffer an instant case of 'bullets lodged into face'. From the First Games up to the Final Games everything happened in a certain, highly specific order.

The reaping eligible children arrived and were put into their age & gender specific pens.

The escort would prance out with a fine howdy-do and say a meaningless hello.

A propaganda video would be shown and the treaty of treason would be read out, the names of all past victors of any particular district read out.

A girl and boy would be reaped, taken away to almost certain doom. Sometimes there were volunteers, sometimes – especially in districts like District Eleven – there were almost never any at all.

On paper it seemed like a pretty easy system, both to follow and to enforce. The latter part was made especially easy by all the peacekeepers with their constantly upgraded guns. However, there was one little problem with the wording. One teensy little issue. One small oversight none of those who founded the Hunger Games had once thought to realise was a damn serious thing to forget about!

"Chaff Mitchell!"

More than one person could have the same name.

That was why, when the name Chaff Mitchell was read out in the square of District Eleven during the reaping for the Forty Fifth Hunger Games it wasn't just one boy who started to approach the reaping stage.

It was five!

While one Chaff Mitchell walked towards the stage with his head held high the other four, realising there was literally no way the reaping slip – which only ever contained the first name and surname of a potential tribute – could tell one of them apart from the other decided to slink back into the crowds like sneaky rats. Nobody noticed them.

Nobody aside from the Chaff Mitchell on the stage. Of course, he had no chance to point out the complete and utter foolishness with the rules; it was such an obvious loophole! He was silenced before he could say a word, the escort (dressed as a toilet plunger as one could logically expect) hushing him like he were some sort of little child and the peacekeepers marching him into the judgement building.

The peacekeepers would admit to the fact he was totally right that the name reading part of the system was particularly poorly designed, but it wasn't their job to complain about the Capitol. It was also not their job to pass on any complaints from district citizens. If the issue existed, too bad too sad.

Chaff was visited by his parents and younger sister, all wishing him well and assuring him that he had the skills needed to make it home. All were particularly angry and hurt by the fact none of the other Chaff Mitchells had anything befall them. Why did it have to be their Chaff?

They would all admit to this being selfish, but such was Panem.

Chaff, in spite of being a bit overwhelmed, assured his family he would be able to make it back home and he'd do it in a far quicker time than the previous victor had. He was strong, he was dedicated, he was known by many to be particularly smart and, most of all…

He was THE HALL MONITOR!

100 RULES CHAFF THE HALL MONITOR BROKE DURING HIS TIME AS A TRIBUTE

Witnessed By

Bear Redfoot & Seeder Howell

#1: Don't ask the camera crew at the train station to stop because you're 'camera shy'.
B.R: They won't care about your feelings. To them you're not a human being, just a character.
S.H: Speaking of which, don't make your character 'the guy obsessed with rules and order'. They'll take it as a challenge to break you.

#2: Don't tell the escort that their toilet plunger fashion is ridiculous and that their posing is not welcome in a district environment.
B.R: You're right, of course, but their crying will go on for hours and it annoys everybody.
S.H: It also puts you on the Capitol's bad side, so keep your mouth shut as best as you can.

#3: Upon sitting down for the first meal on the train ride don't loudly criticise the fact the silverware has been arranged wrong and in an 'unprofessional manner unbecoming of the nation'.
B.R: It gets blamed on the Avoxes and they've suffered enough.
S.H: It also means you get your silverware privileges revoked at your next meal.

#4: Don't scold your district partner for eating with her hands like a 'savage'.
B.R: I'm actually surprised that Planter didn't stab you with your own butter knife. That girl was packing heat.
S.H: Honestly though. I didn't think a girl from one of the most vicious gangs would show any restraint like that.

#5: When the escort spills the salt you shouldn't forcefully correct her grip when she tries to pick the salt shaker back up. Nor should you ask if Capitol surgery can fix her 'butterfingers'.
B.R: Forget Planter, the escort's restraint was really something. I don't think you're going to listen to us, are you?
S.H: He won't. But we both know you were even worse during your train ride Bear.

#6: During the reaping recaps you should not read out a pre-planned ten minute speech over why it's unfair that the careers have years of training and you don't.
B.R: I agree with you fully that those pieces of shit have it far too good, but ranting about it helps nobody. If anything it probably made the escort committing to putting poison in your next mug of tea.
S.H: I'm not sure why you even had a pre-written speech with you. Did you bring that to the reaping with you? This'll be a long year…

#7: Don't call the girl from Four – or, Marlowe Fritter if you prefer – a shameless scarlet lady when she walks to the reaping stage in just a tiny bikini.
B.R: Chances are the escort will tattle on you and then Marlowe will gut with you a cutlass.
S.H: At least it's not as bad as the time that boy from Five went to the reaping stage naked…

#8: Even if you're right, don't call the boy from Five – or, Klink Briar – just as unsuitable for a district environment as the escort's posing.
B.R: Chaff, young man, she'd only just stopped crying!
S.H: Another naked tribute. What is wrong with that district? Why'd he volunteer for that bald teen?

#9: Don't complain about Klink's stupid quest for nudist rights.
B.R: Just… just don't. Panem doesn't make any sense now, it never did and it never will.
S.H: I need another drink Bear.

#10: When asked what your skills are, don't go in-depth to the point you talk about knitting and detention overseeing for half an hour.
B.R: The Capitol took plenty of time away from me already, you don't need to start taking my time as well. I need it to give Teff therapy sessions when she relapses.
S.H: Victors may have used odd skills to win sometimes, but knitting will never help you.

#11: When it is time for bed do not spend three hours labelling everything with sticky notes.
B.R: Honestly, who ever says things like they 'can't sleep in an unlabelled environment'. Planning on labelling the arena too?
S.H: The boy probably will, let's be honest with ourselves.

#12: Do not wake Seeder up at 4:30AM to lecture her about how loud her snoring is.
B.R: You've doomed us all…
S.H: When I can't sleep in my bed I get red in the head!

#13: Don't wake everybody up at 6AM sharp and tell us that breakfast will be served at 6:05 on the dot.
B.R: You don't set the rules here and, as before, Seeder doesn't act herself when she hasn't gotten enough sleep.
S.H: I nEeD sLeEp!

#14: When being escorted towards the car that shall take you to the remake centre do not tell the Peacekeeper Captain that he put his shirt on backwards and how this does not reflect his rank.
B.R: Honestly Chaff, are you trying to get yourself killed? I saw his fingers twitch around the trigger of his gun.
S.H: For the record, I approve of how you made his underlings laugh at him.

#15: Do not complain that the car is wasteful because it only does 'six miles to the gallon'.
B.R: That's something a tribute from Six would know – and also shouldn't do – so how the hell do you know about all this?
S.H: I applaud the driver keeping his temper in check and not throwing you onto the road.

#16: Don't correct the prep team when they get literally all the facts they thought they knew about District Eleven completely wrong.
B.R: I think their brains broke. They're still not responding to this new reality they're in, just staring and drooling.
S.H: This also means some peacekeepers are gonna be styling you up now.

#17: Do not yell at the top of your lungs that 'rough touching is not appropriate for a Capitol environment'.
B.R: I need a frickin' drink.
S.H: Make it two.

#18: At the tribute parade do not scold the horse handlers for feeding candy canes to the horses instead of apples.
B.R: Even the horse was giving you the evil eye for taking away it's favourite snack.
S.H: I know the parade is about getting attention on yourself, but not like that!

#19: Don't complain your own outfit doesn't quite fit you and start making your own improvements and a formal letter of complaint with seven dozen suggestions for how it might be done better.
B.R: I get it, being dressed up like a pumpkin is pretty bad. The neon orange makes it worse. But, Chaff, are you a fashion expert? Actually, don't answer that, I'm worried you might say yes.
S.H: Just grit your teeth and bare it. Or do what Bear did and scowl at the crowd.

#20: Don't complain about the District One tributes having wholly inappropriate outfits 'not welcome in a parade environment'.
B.R: This is the Capitol, those tiny outfits are plenty welcome. No, you don't want to know. Trust me.
S.H: They were worse in my year. Just loin clothes and gold body paint.

#21: Don't loudly tell Klink to put his dick away. It's just really awkward for everybody involved.
B.R: I'm still cringing. The therapist needs therapy now, how ironic…
S.H: I saw the damn thing moving all on its own!

#22: When the Capitol citizens throw roses towards you don't call them out for wasting highly endangered plant life and suggest they use fake ones. Questioning their pampered bubble of a world just makes their brains break.
B.R: They're still catatonic from the realisation problems exist.
S.H: Honestly I prefer them that way. Alas, those of authority don't seem to agree.

#23: When President Snow makes a short speech to the tributes don't loudly correct him on his grammar.
B.R: I'll be amazed if they don't just blow up the mines around your launch plate after a display like that.
S.H: Same. I'll also win five caps if they don't.

#24: When arriving at the District Eleven floor it is considered to be really bad form to put on white gloves, trace a finger across the kitchen counter and claim that the dust is a massive failure in room keeping standards.
B.R: Seriously, Avoxes might get killed for that! Not only that, but in a battle to the death you're considered about dust? Fucking dust?!
S.H: This is the same boy who considered our escort's toilet plunger fashion style worth raising a complaint over. We both know it's going to get worse.

#25: While you can exit your room at any time you'd like, it's not excusable to leave the District Eleven floor with the intent of waking every tribute and mentor up at 6AM. Who is even awake at that ungodly hour anyway?
B.R: If your plan was to ensure everybody is too tired and bitter to train properly I'll give you points for creativity. But in all likelihood you were not, so I must ask… what the hell were you thinking Chaff?!
S.H: I nEeD cOfFeE Or I'M gOnNa ScReAm!

#26: Listing the numerous health issues that come with eating lucky charms and requesting a nice, health breakfast of bran flakes for everybody is not appreciated.
B.R: Lucky charms are one of the few joys in my life.
S.H: You've doomed us all. Or at least ruined our morning. Shame on you Chaff!

#27: During the elevator ride down towards the training station it is never suggested that you correct the uniforms of the other tributes who you already annoyed by waking them up too early.
B.R: They have bigger concerns than their clothes. Like, say… not being killed?!
S.H: Complain all you want Chaff, you deserved that wedgie the boy from Two gave you.

#28: When the head trainer explains how the training centre works it's probably best to keep your mouth shut and not point out that the lack of an interpreter makes it unfair for the deaf boy from Eight.
B.R: He's your opponent, it helps you to just let things be. The trainers don't give a crap about the tributes; they don't see any of you as actual people.
S.H: Apparently a lot of the trainers were making gestures towards you after that. …No, they weren't speaking sign language, they were miming shooting you.

#29: If complaining about Klink's nakedness didn't work before now, what makes you think a grand speech over decency and public safety in front of everybody will change anything?
B.R: Congratulations, Klink now officially wants you to be his first kill in the arena. Maybe sooner.
S.H: Planter is also pretending she has no idea who you are anymore.

#30: Calling out the trainers for not keeping the training centre tidy just pisses them off. Especially when the trash amounted to a single empty packet of chips.
B.R: There are skewed priorities… and there there's whatever the hell you're doing.
S.H: I think you'll find it's called 'living on another planet'.

#31: It's a good idea to train with knives as they're the most common weapon within the arena. It's not a good idea to cause an angry queue to form because you spend so long arranging the knives in groups based on type, length and size.
B.R: Organising supplies is a good time managing skill for any tribute, but not to this level. Strange theory here, maybe the rest care more about living than being tidy? Just a thought.
S.H: I just keep trying to delude myself into thinking that you're doing this to prevent the others from training properly.

#32: When a career tribute swears for emphasis as they strike a dummy with a sword it's really not recommended that you scold them for bad language and yell 'BLEEP' any time they try to curse.
B.R: They're allowed to swear just like you're allowed to choose not to. Trust me, when you're suffering in that arena – if you survive the first ten minutes – you'll give in and swear as well.
S.H: That boy from One is probably going to swear all the more now solely out of spite.

#33: When a career threatens you just run away or, if you're particularly tough, just stand and take it. Don't critique their threats!
B.R: I'm not sure whether to laugh or just groan. I'll probably do both. But seriously… 'you've hardly used any four syllable words', 'my self-esteem is still intact'…
S.H: 'You could have done a lot more with that mace you're holding' and 'I should be on the ground, like so'. Forget the boy from One, you just made an enemy of the girl from Two.

#34: Telling people that there is no running in the halls – or the training floor or whatever you said – is pointless. Especially if the boy from Four was running laps.
B.R: Don't even think about saying there's no running in the arena either.
S.H: I see that look in his eyes Bear, he's thinking it.

#35: Telling the other tributes to line up in district order for lunch and that scrambling into a mismatched queue is against the spirit of the nation is only going to get you smacked.
B.R: Your nose hurts? Come talk to me when you know what it's like to have a sickle have half its blade struck into your shoulder.
S.H: Better yet, come talk when you suffer more than two hundred lashings from a whip in public.

#36: Keeping the ten tributes behind you from eating because you want to be sure your food has the exact amount of protein a 'growing boy' needs will get you worse than a smack.
B.R: Same as what I said before except replace the sickle with being stabbed three times by the knife of a girl from One.
S.H: Same here, except instead of lashings it's a knife in the shoulder from a desperate miner boy.

#37: When a food fight breaks out the absolute last thing you should be doing is tackling the one who started it to the ground and starting to lecture them about hygiene and maturity.
B.R: The boy from Seven was never going to listen. The clearest sign should've been the fact he was a diagnosed sociopath
S.H: That and the fact he is thirteen.

#38: I don't care how much you think every life matters, it's just plain stupid to let the bugs at the edible bugs training station make their way to freedom by throwing a jar of them out the window of the eleventh floor.
B.R: However, I applaud and approve of the fact lots of them went in the hair of more than a few of the most awful Capitolites I've come across in my days as a victor.
S.H: Too bad it means more pain for you in the arena. Though, isn't stealing the bugs from the training centre a rule violation in itself Chaff?

#39: Claiming the amount of training stations on offer is insufficient is a good way to make the gamemakers test out their traps on you in the not so near future.
B.R: They might not have a bottomless supply of areas to train you in, but they sure have a bottomless amount of torture methods.
S.H: Apparently they have a special kind of flea mutt that exists only to burrow into a tribute's eyes. Make of that what you will.

#40: Getting rid of all the chocolate spread at lunch of the second training day because it will 'ruin everybody's teeth' is just plain heartless.
B.R: Their teeth are going to be broken soon anyway, just like their bones. Let them have their damn chocolate.
S.H: Oh, and don't try to get rid of the marmalade either. I see those gears in your mind turning!

#41: Telling everybody to hurry up and make the most of their final morning of training is rude. Proceeding to tell everybody they are spending their time wrong and should focus on the training stations you're using is annoying as sin.
B.R: I mean, really, when will making hammocks help? It's literally never helped a single tribute in any meaningful way.
S.H: Same for sucking poison from somebody else's wound. It just won't help you and I'd put money on this.

#42: When waiting for private training to start you should just sit quietly. Scolding others for making popping sounds with their mouths only further makes you get targeted.
B.R: Actually, go for it. I can't stand those noises either.
S.H: Well I can and I don't want Chaff to die in the first ten seconds!

#43: When entering for your own private training session you should just go all out and impress the gamemakers like your life depends on it… because it does! Not scold them for being bad at their jobs because they were too busy drinking and eating to listen to your opening speech that took five minutes of your time.
B.R: How did you score a seven? I was starting to think you'd score a one and have something in common with Snag.
S.H: I thought the gamemakers would alter their own rules and give a zero personally.

#44: Demonstrate some really cool skills. Not how effectively you can stop somebody from running in the halls!
B.R: Technically speaking you're right that stopping tributes from running is important, but not in the way you're thinking of.
S.H: I'm just amazed the trainer agreed to take part in that reconstruction of a typical day at your school.

#45: Thanking the gamemakers for their time is generally a harmless gesture of politeness. Asking the Head Gamemaker if he knows he's got weasels on his face is not.
B.R: It's the latest fashion style. Apparently.
S.H: No, we don't get it either.

#46: When watching the scores get revealed it's really not appropriate to call out anybody who you think cheated to get a higher score or got screwed over and given a score you think is too low.
B.R: Your score should be the only one that matters to you. At this point I have no idea if seven is too high or low for you. Just be glad it's decent.
S.H: Stop complaining about wanting an even number. Just be happy it wasn't under a five. …Ok, fine, I admit it: Klink didn't deserve an eight.

#47: When waiting in line for your interview it's expected for you to be a good little tribute and not say a word. Yelling from backstage that Klink is a shameless scarlet man isn't appropriate for any environment. Period!
B.R: If anything you probably made his interview more memorable and guaranteed he'll get extra support! I don't hate the boy, I just don't want a naked guy in the mentoring station next year!
S.H: I'm starting to wonder if duct tape will be the answer to solving our issues here. It'd at least stop my ears from ringing.

#48: It's also a bad idea to call out the boy from Ten for not having his shirt tucked in correctly.
B.R: Don't look so shocked that he vowed to wedgie you to death. That's what happens to stuffy know-it-alls. It was worth when I was young.
S.H: There's a time and a place to enforce rules. The Capitol is not that place. It! Is! Not!

#49: Don't criticise Caesar's choice in yearly hair colour… just don't.
B.R: Spending half of your interview talking about the rebellious, mean spirited connotations of lime green… why am I still being shocked at the things you're doing?
S.H: And of all colours you suggest him to switch to you come up with 'mockingjay gold'. Really Chaff?

#50: If you must talk about school then talk about accidents in class or interesting clubs you're a member of. Don't ramble on about the uniform and how nice it looks without creases!
B.R: Honestly, who in the Capitol is going to care about a school uniform? Name me a single person who'd show even a little fraction of interesting for half of a second.
S.H: In fairness these people dress like toilet plunges and bottles of wine. Is a school uniform from some inner city school really such a stretch? If anything it's better than the norm.

#51: It's always risky to bring up tributes who died in previous years. If you must do so, don't bring them up solely to talk about the fact they collected pencils!
B.R: I hated the fact Carrot died as well last year, but that was because he was a nice kid. Not because he collected pencils!
S.H: Better than the tribute blood sample collection that weirdo on Fall Street has going on.

#52: On the night before the Games you should get as much sleep as you can. Not stay up late to catch up on late homework!
B.R: It's summer! Who the hell cares about homework at this point? Not to mention that 'I got reaped for the Games' is the perfect excuse if anything was late!
S.H: They also take victors out of school if they're fourteen or older, just saying.

#53: When riding the hovercraft to the arena the absolute last thing you ought to do is pester the peacekeepers about how thoughtless and crude of them it is to put on an R rated movie when there are two twelve year olds present.
B.R: Just let the poor kids see breasts once before they die.
S.H: …Or, you know, don't antagonist peacekeepers when they could easily break your arms before launch if they feel like it? Honestly Bear, what the hell was that…?

#54: Just put on your damn tribute outfit. Don't call out the Capitol for inappropriateness for the fact it's short legged and has no sleeves.
B.R: It's better than the wedding dresses the girls of the Thirty Eighth had to wear and you know it!
S.H: Does he though? I'm honestly not convinced, to be honest.

#55: When you first see the arena you shouldn't start to criticise it! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder… oh, and the gamemakers could blow you up.
B.R: I'm not sure why they didn't. That must have irked them.
S.H: Probably to make sure we keep suffering.

#56: Don't shout at Klink for stripping off in five seconds flat. Who cares if 'nudity is not welcome in an arena environment?!'
B.R: Instead of scolding him why not look around the noxious junkyard you're in the middle of for anything notable. Same for the canyons beyond it.
S.H: We're not dealing with a normal male tribute this year, let's face it.

#57: When the boy from Six falls off his pedestal the absolute last thing you should even think of saying is 'keep your balance better next time by holding out your arms'. What the hell Chaff?
B.R: One down, twenty two to go. At least that kid went quick.
S.H: I doubt Chaff will go down quick, or quietly for that matter.

#58: Some tributes kill others in the bloodbath. Others grab what they can and then leave. Some just leg it. A few hide around the area and then grab stuff when the careers leave. Why oh why did you not do that and instead chased Klink around to try and force a pair of underpants on him?
B.R: Credit where it's due though, strangling him to death with the underwear is pretty original.
S.H: You're just lucky the boy from One was laughing too hard at the sight to even think of throwing a spear at you!

#59: Complaining about all the split blood and how there should've been a mop added to the Cornucopia to aid in cleaning it all up achieves nothing.
B.R: It was hardly the worst bloodbath. Most victor say their own is, but really the First Games had the worst one.
S.H: It really says something that this bloodbath, one where two tributes had their heads smashed a pipe and another had their kidneys torn out, wasn't the worst.

#60: Run for your life you fool! Don't scold the girl from One for murder as she charges at you with a knife!
B.R: Run! Get out there! Stop scolding her and run you stupid… oh… huh… how's he do that?
S.H: Break her arm? Lawful and stupid as he is, Chaff is still six foot and four inches. He's a tough boy.

#61: When the boy from One fails to hit you with any of the six knives he throws it's never wise to yell pointers for his aim towards him as you run away.
B.R: We're not winning this year are we?
S.H: With Planter dead? I sincerely doubt it… I need a moment…

#62: Lecturing the gamemakers for using non-recyclable plastic water bottles… just… why?!
B.R: Whatever next, scolding them for not adding plants that are accurate to the arena's terrain?
S.H: Don't jinx it.

#63: Scolding the gamemakers for adding plants that do not make sense in a canyon sort of arena makes you look like a know-it-all prat.
B.R: Don't even say it Seeder.
S.H: Well, only since you asked so nicely.

#64: When nightfall arrives, it is common sense to hide yourself. High ground, a cave, even hiding under dead leaves… just be stealthy. Labelling your entire campsite with that stupid sticker label device you were sponsored is stupid and dangerous.
B.R: If the careers don't find you either you're the most unrealistically lucky tribute in history or they're just a really bad pack. I'm not sure which.
S.H: They can't be too terrible. Aside Klink, they were responsible for the other nine bloodbath deaths and they just tracked down that poor girl from Nine. You should go comfort Gwenith.

#65: If you find a sleeping tribute because you woke up early and kept moving either kill them quickly or steal their stuff and run. Do not wake them to scold them for loud snoring!
B.R: I hate seeing my tributes hurt, but honestly Chaff deserves that cut up his cheek for doing something so dumb.
S.H: He deserves it no more than the boy from Six deserved to be killed today. He doesn't deserve it at all Bear.

#66: When wandering around with a fresh wound most tributes try to keep themselves from making any sound, lest they attract tributes towards themselves. They don't loudly list all of their problems over a period of forty minutes!
B.R: You were lucky that the career pack were at the far side of the arena when you were doing that.
S.H: You were also lucky the other outliers assumed you had some kind of nasty traps waiting for them. They didn't realise you weren't luring them and that you're just weird.

#67: Don't try to tame mutts and be the 'order to their chaos'. It's not worth it.
B.R: Mutts exist literally for the purpose of killing. The day a tribute tames a mutt is the day I'll eat my own hair.
S.H: If a tribute did they'd have to be at least thirty in an adult only quell or something like that. Nobody twelve to eighteen has that much experience with animal handling.

#68: If another tribute is climbing up a cliff why not take the time to job a spear at them? Don't admonish them for climbing unsupervised!
B.R: Was he trying to distract the boy from Eight to make him fall to his death? The gamemakers are counting this one as Chaff's kill.
S.H: Honestly I'm starting to not even know anymore.

#69: When a tribute falls to their death just pillage their supplies and run. Don't waste an hour cleaning them up to look presentable.
B.R: How did nobody kill him while he was doing that? He was wide open!
S.H: They think he's got some kind of hidden trap or skill. Like I said, they don't believe that a person could do what he is doing and not have a nasty plan in store.

#70: Calling out the gamemakers for using coyotes that aren't the correct colours for this sort of terrain will not fix anything, it just gets more sent at you.
B.R: How many are chasing this boy now?
S.H: Twenty. I need a frickin' drink… again.

#71: Scattered shards of metal and other such junk should be considered as makeshift weaponry. Don't waste time collecting them for the sole purpose of putting them into a recycling bin!
B.R: Your life, allegedly, matters more and the Capitol creates far more waste than this in all its excess. This changes nothing.
S.H: Wouldn't mind seeing a Capitol Games set in their massive garbage dump at the city limits…

#72: As above, use them as weapons or even armour. Don't use them to make a large sign listing arena rules.
B.R: There are no rules in the arena aside not speaking about rebellion. Focus on survival!
S.H: Technically cannibalism is also against the rules. I'm sure nobody wants to end up like the horrible girl from Ten in the first quell.

#73: When a fire breaks out in the junkyard run away! Don't stop to remind the boy from Twelve about fire safety protocol!
B.R: He was already on fire and probably couldn't hear you over his own screaming.
S.H: That poor boy…

#74: If another tribute has gone crazy because they saw somebody get cut in half in front of them it's really better to just avoid them. The insane are dangerously hard to predict. Trying to suggest therapy methods to them is foolish.
B.R: You're lucky that girl only had a dagger and not a sword.
S.H: He's unlucky because she's alive and on the hunt again. Maybe we'll win next year…

#75: When it's hot and you're getting dehydrated it is common sense to seek shade and ration your water. It's also a good idea to take off your shirt to stay cool. It's stupid to stay fully dressed if this is making you sweat badly.
B.R: I know being any form of naked is 'not welcome in an arena environment' or whatever it was you said, but between your life and keeping your shirt on… oh come on, the choice is obvious!
S.H: To clarify, since you'll obviously misinterpret that, Bear means to just take your shirt off!

#76: If you see the career pack starting to turn on one of their own keep away from them. Don't call out the boy from Two as a coward for daring to hit a girl. Don't you remember that Cosmo tried to kill you… and that you broke her arm?
B.R: This is starting to get really unrealistic. I must be dreaming.
S.H: Only just starting to get unrealistic? Oh what a wonderful world you must live in…

#77: If you kick the boy from Two in his crotch be quick to finish the job. Don't apologise for an underhanded strike!
B.R: Kill him, he's down! He's down!
S.H: Nevermind that, run! The others are closing in!

#78: If the boy from One and pair from Two are chasing you across open terrain you need to either keep running for as long as you can or make a sudden attack they'd never see coming. Not look back to scold them for making rude gestures at you.
B.R: Be glad those gestures were all they ended up doing to you before you outran them.
S.H: How is this boy the strongest tribute we've had in years and the weakest as well? I don't get it.

#79: If you get a sponsor just claim the content and keep moving. Don't spend an hour neatly folding the parachute like it were a blanket or something.
B.R: Spare me a bit of that drink?
S.H: Get your own bottle, this one's mine.

#80: When a hurricane hits the canyons you should duck and cover! Get in a cave if you can. Don't complain about the hurricane making dust get in your eyes and say you want paperwork to file a complaint.
B.R: I think they're only keeping him alive because the Capitol citizens think his skewed priorities are funny to watch.
S.H: I give him two days at best before he dies.

#81: When the boy from Two confronts you all by himself don't monologue to him about how you'll put a stop to his chaotic, rule breaking ways. By the same logic he should not monologue either.
B.R: You know, Chaff's one crazy boy but… I think he could win, honestly? Something just changed in his eyes Seeder.
S.H: Maybe it's the fact he just got his hand sliced off?

#82: Do whatever it takes to take your mind off the pain, but did you really have the shout the theme song for Fiona & Lawrence while bandaging your stump?
B.R: I'm never going to get that song out of my head, am I?
S.H: If it keeps him alive then I say let him. Only eight left now.

#83: Yelling that you won't be playing by the rules anymore is never wise. The gamemakers are gonna take you up on that and hit you with everything they've got.
B.R: Believe me, they have a lot. They don't need to poison you like they did to me to make you suffer.
S.H: I'm honestly just curious what Chaff's idea of deliberate rule breaking is going to be like.

#84: Vandalising the junkyard and spray painting rude images on the cornucopia, while not exactly rebellious per say, only gets a bolt of lightning sent towards you.
B.R: The gamemakers must be getting sloppy. That bolt completely missed him.
S.H: It didn't miss the career's supplies though.

#85: Yelling that President Snow's beard 'looks like somebody glued an albino hedgehog to his face' might not really bother the man all that much, but it still means he'll tell the gamemakers to send the careers right towards you.
B.R: You should've gone for gold and insulted his mother.
S.H: Or, you know, not said anything at all. Just a thought.

#86: When the cannon fires after the eighth placer bites it, don't ask if that volume is all they've got. They can make the next cannon louder. Much louder.
B.R: It's gonna be at least two days before Chaff's hearing comes back.
S.H: Perhaps, but the same could be said for all of the other five tributes as well.

#87: When a Feast is called you don't have to attend, but you shouldn't yell that the reason you will not go is because the arena food is of 'piss poor quality'. Sponsor prices for you specifically will get doubled.
B.R: He's on his own now. Think he'll reach final four?
S.H: I'm still struggling to accept this boy is in the top six.

#88: When the gamemakers force you to attend by sending vultures after you it's really pushing your luck to say vultures only eat dead things and that they should call the birdie bastards off of you.
B.R: It only made them double the swarm that was chasing you.
S.H: It also made them peck much harder than before. Sigh…

#89: Run in, grab what you need and then run away. Don't pour a canister of engine oil from the junkyard all over the food and drink because you think it's been prepared horribly.
B.R: Just for that the kitchen crew have suspended our lucky charms privileges until the next Quarter Quell. Good going Chaff!
S.H: Run! The other tributes look pissed!

#90: Taunting other tributes can be a good way to put them off of their guard, but did you need to tell Cosmos that looked like 'ass salad'? Even the Capitolites cringed when you said that.
B.R: What does it even mean?
S.H: I have no idea. All I know is that the girl from Seven just broke Cosmos' other arm and slit her throat. Top five.

#91: It's cruel, not to mention bizarre to scold the girl from Seven – real name Leafy Hillenburg – she did it wrong and demonstrate on her how to slit a throat properly.
B.R: I'm not sure you did it properly either and the audience is already calling you out on this one.
S.H: Run! The boy from One has a crossbow!

#92: Telling Pride from One that he aims like a 'drunken pixie mutt' gets him angry and gets you an arrow to your ass, as you just found out.
B.R: Our boy has a death wish. That's the only logical explanation.
S.H: I think it's bold of you to assume logic even applies to this particular Hunger Games anymore.

#93: Yelling out, for the whole nation to hear, that Pride slept with the Head Gamemaker's wife in hopes of getting him attacked by mutts will not work.
B.R: They're both into polyamory. That means literally nothing to them even if Pride actually did.
S.H: I want to get out of this damn city.

#94: When you're in pain it is, as already mentioned, not a good idea to shout he Fiona and Lawrence theme song. However, it's even worse to sing the theme song to 'Dora the Explorer'.
B.R: Of all the annoying things that survived the Dark Days why did it have to be that damn show? Maybe it's part of why Capitol kids are so stupid. Gwenith always backs me up on this one.
S.H: How did Chaff get the time to watch it and memorise them theme song in the few days he spent in the Capitol?

#95: When you're making your way to the top of the canyons to get the high ground for the finale, is it really necessary to tear out all of the few flowers of the arena on the way up and throw them over the edge?
B.R: Just a waste of precious time, really.
S.H: The botanist amongst the gamemakers who genetically engineered those flowers is also crying for her 'hard work being tainted'… good work.

#96: Rolling large rocks down the slopes towards the other three tributes while jumping around and making gorilla noises embarrass District Eleven. Please stop.
B.R: Of all creatures, why a gorilla? And what is Caesar talking about when he mentioned 'Donkey Kong'?
S.H: I don't know. All I know is that it's almost over and we should be glad for that.

#97: When Pride is the only other tribute left after pushing the other two off the edge of the canyon you should be careful. Not say he looks like a scared little boy who needs a big hug.
B.R: I have no idea how that stab to your hip didn't end up killing you.
S.H: Maybe dying isn't 'welcome in an arena environment'. Just watch me end up being right.

#98: When Pride mocks your family and calls your mother and sister a 'pair of whores' don't rise to the bait. Especially don't tackle him; he'll cut you up!
B.R: Clearly not enough to kill Chaff though. Damn, he's got him! He's got him!
S.H: Is Chaff… going to win?

#99: If you have to brag in Pride's face before throwing him off the canyon to his doom make it a cool one liner. Don't waste three minutes talking about how being ambidextrous means losing your left hand is no big deal.
B.R: That went from intense to just plain underwhelming.
S.H: Perhaps, but a win's a win.

#100: When you've won the Hunger Games and the hovercraft comes down to collect you… DO NOT ask if that was 'all the Capitol had'.
B.R: They will always have more pain in store for those who question their power.
S.H: It's been quite a year. Once again, I need a frickin' drink…

Chaff went home lacking a hand and much of his dignity. He'd refused a prosthetic, not wishing to have any symbol of the Capitol on him for even a moment. His return was met with much cheering and applause. That, and a bit of sheepish awkwardness.

He was not the Chaff Mitchell who had been reaped. Mainly because none of them had been reaped in the first place. It turned out that the escort had not worn her glasses for the sake of having her toilet plunger fashion 'looking right' and had therefore misread the name on the reaping paper.

It had been the one and only 'Chuff Mitchell' who had been the intended tribute for the Games.

Chaff was forever changed after his nightmare of an experience. He'd followed the rules all of his life and enforced them around each and every turn, only to get thrown into an arena and be treated like an animal for all to see. Following the rules and being such a stickler for order had not been worth it. It only caused him the greatest pain in his life.

It had taken going into the arena to see it, but Chaff had discovered he had a new passion. One for which he had a considerably high talent and a strong willingness to put it into action.

Being a hardcore rebel. He vowed, after he finished his first six pack of beer of the day, he'd join this rebel group of victors Seeder had discreetly mentioned to him.

Katniss and Peeta kept their respectful silence for Chaff going for a little while longer.

"Rest in peace Chaff," Katniss whispered.

"Rest in peace," Peeta echoed.

With that being said the pair from Twelve continued their walk further down the street. It wasn't more than a few seconds before they came to the next face of the street. They gazed down at the imprinted face of an oriental girl with short cut hair, a small nose, a scar across her left cheek and what appeared to be a pearl necklace. If one looked closely the girl seemed just a little bit uneasy.

"Mercy Gregor," Katniss read. "Hm, ironic name for a career."

"Not for her Games specifically," Peeta said. "The reaping of that one… there was so much riggage. It's hard to know where to begin when bringing them up."

Hope you guys liked this chapter. Not a common interpretation of Chaff, huh? I figured that some of his habits, like rebellious actions and drinking, happened mostly post-games. But making him so incredibly gung-ho about rules and order… I won't lie, it came to me because I rewatched the Spongebob episode where he becomes a hall monitor and I thought it'd be fucking hilarious to add it in here. I'm quite pleased with the result and the irregular chapter format, but you guys can be the final judges. Was it good? Bad? Either way, stay tuned for more!

Stats

District 1: Peridot Gaudy (8th Games), Crystal McCree (14th Games), Bronze Marley (19th Games), Crown Martins (24th Games), Dollar Dettwieller (32nd Games), Mascara Court (41st Games), Platinum Twist (44th Games)

District 2: Baron Overwhill (4th Games), Runa Peace (7th Games), Olga Machete (10th Games), Rook Valiant (17th Games), Boulder Atherston (20th Games), Vercingetorix Carnby (25th Games), Dragon Batofel (27th Games), Rhyder Overwhill (39th Games)

District 3: Honorius Perthshire (5th Games), Pi Orbit (22nd Games), Beetee Latier (37th Games)

District 4: Museida Selkirk (3rd Games), Mags Flanagan (11th Games), Tide Luther (23rd Games), Librae Ogilvy (35th Games)

District 5: Shunt Gaspar (12th Games), Isobel Sparks (18th Games), Crimson Flanders (29th Games), Porter Tripp (38th Games)

District 6: Chassis Macalister (31st Games)

District 7: Pliny Aransio (2nd Games), Fir Buzz (9th Games), Jack Tylos (21st Games), Snag Nakamura (34th Games)

District 8: Woof Casino (16th Games), Paige Murphy (30th Games), Spool Nylon (42nd Games)

District 9: Mizar Aldjoy (1st Games), Gwenith Rosebud (13th Games), Teff Withers (28th Games), Laurel Flamsteel (36th Games), Tabbock Summers (43rd Games)

District 10: Stallion March (26th Games), Lammy Phyronix (40th Games)

District 11: Bear Redfoot (15th Games), Seeder Howell (33rd Games), Chaff Mitchell (45th Games)

District 12: Duke Saint-Rose (6th Games)