Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.
Note: Here we are gang, the end of another decade of the Hunger Games. Indeed, the end of the last whole decade. Just a few stragglers left to go after this! But first, Annie! Finnick's one true love and the girl who went mad after her partner lost his head… literally! Say it with me now, she was a bit underused in canon. Haha, that may as well be my catchphrase at this point. I think I came up with something decent for the final victor of District Four, so what else can I say aside read on and that I hope you all enjoy the chapter?
Well, I can think of something. You know how it's been a thing stated in the story that there are ten extra survivors in addition to the canon seven? Well, obviously we can add Librae onto that as her status makes it obvious she's fine, but that leads me into a bigger thing. Librae does not exactly count in the former categories, given she's an unknown factor at the moment to the people in-universe. Simply put, the number of extra surviving victors at the party has been upped from ten to twelve. So now your favourite victor, or victors, have an extra two chances to make it out alive – nineteen have been spared overall. I believe I've edited all mentions of the original survivor number to reflect this, but if I missed one feel free to let me know. Have fun with theorising over who made it out of the rebellion alive!
N.C.s 1 Fan, glad to hear that you liked Skinner's chapter. All the praise truly means a lot to me, so thank you very much. As for if other SYOT tributes of mine will show up, my answer would be 'never say never'. All comes down to finding a good place to slot them into stories that feels natural.
"Do you think Annie would have won if it was a fair fight?" Katniss asked. "I mean, if the dam hadn't been destroyed and flooded everything?"
"I'd like to say yes, but honestly… I doubt it. The boy from One would have probably won if not for that," Peeta admitted. "For Finnick's sake, between then and when he, uh, left us… let's just be glad Annie survived."
Katniss nodded. "I can agree with that. There's little I can claim to be happy about when it comes to the rebellion, I mean aside the fact we won. But, Finnick and Annie's wedding was one of the few things."
"Same here," Peeta agreed. "I mean, I was still recovering, I couldn't exactly attend but… you know what I mean."
Katniss gently held Peeta's hand. "I do."
The pair went silent, thinking about the girl who survived the flood. One of a scant few they knew to have survived everything thrown in her way, in the Games and out.
70th Annual Hunger Games
Name: Annie Cresta
Gender: Female
District: 4
Age: 18
Kills: 2
In District Four information is important, perhaps even moreso than most other districts. It's vital to know the weather to ensure the ships are properly prepared. Local events are always needed to be on people's minds so that fishing schedules can be worked out properly. And who wouldn't want a seashell postcard from their Grandma that doesn't really say much of anything?
You would, obviously, need a fine postal worker to get the post to where it needs to go and within the borders of Four there was no finer mail girl than Annie Cresta. Rain, sleet, snow or hail – or, more typically, bland sunshine – she would make sure each and every letter ended up delivered right on time.
Especially to victor village. After all, that was where Finnick lived.
Annie had been delivering his mail for the past four years and had no intent of stopping now. Not when they were really forming a connection. Plenty of hi's, hello's and how are you's had been exchanged. One time Finnick even asked her for the time!
Naturally Annie had grown a big fat crush on Finnick. How could she not? He was the sweetest guy she knew. He even tolerated her clumsiness. It wasn't once or twice that she's tripped over into water or a hedge and messed up at least a few of his letters.
He thought it was charming.
It was a fine morning just a week shy of the reaping for what was to be the Seventieth Hunger Games and Annie was delivering mail as always. The headline plastered across the front of the newspaper of the day was unmissable. Making it bold, all caps and written in comic sans would have that sort of an effect.
'DISTRICT FOUR IN MOURNING! MUSEIDA SELKIRK PASSES AWAY! HOME DEEMED 'MESSY, BUT HABITABLE TO SOME DEGREE'!'
Annie had handed out the rest of her mail and, per the norm and her own planning, reached Finnick's house last. After a moment spent adjusting her hair and trying to quell the blushing in her cheeks she rapped her fingers on the door.
"Special delivery!"
It moments the door opened, Finnick revealed in all his bathrobe clad glory. It was enough to have Annie momentarily unable to speak. Such things like knowing how to form words had simply been banished from her brain.
"So, you said you have something for me?" Finnick said a few moments later, a cheeky smirk upon his face. "A special delivery?"
"Oh, right!" Annie blushed, almost dropping the post from her hands. She managed to grab hold of it after a few moments of fumbling. "Here you go!"
Finnick thanks Annie as he took hold of his post. He flipped through them, briefly frowning at the headline telling of his fellow victor's death, muttering about how the now empty 'hadn't been that messy'. He soon turned his gaze back to Annie.
"You know, for a special delivery my mail seems rather ordinary," Finnick teased.
Annie tried to act subtle. It wasn't as if she was blatantly obvious about her crush. It certainly wasn't as if Finnick was well aware she liked him and enjoyed playfully teasing her over it every now and then.
"Uh, well… no?" Annie knew she was smooth. Oh yes indeed. "Any mail delivered to you is special."
"Oh, is it now?" Finnick's grin only seemed to get wider. "Why might that be?"
"Oh, um… ummmm.. ummmmmm! Oh, because you're a victor, of course!" Annie stammered with full blatancy. In her own mind she was subtle like a ninja or something. "Victor male is always special because, ummm, victors are special people. Very special!"
"Sounds like a perfectly believable excuse," Finnick said, playing along. "So, what do you think of the weather today?"
"It's good!" Annie yelled, standing rigidly.
All too soon Finnick had to head back inside – the food he'd had on the go was burning – but in that time he and Annie had discussed far more then the weather. They'd actually gotten around to discussing Finnick's stylish bathrobe and the newest episode of Fiona and Lawrence!
Annie was practically skipping along as she exited the village, the sound of a loudly beeping fire alarm behind her. This was the closest that she and Finnick had ever been!
"This is the greatest day of my life!" Annie exclaimed, stars practically glimmering within her eyes.
Annie was so caught up in her bubbly glee that she ended up tripping over her own feet and, after going head over heels, landed within a thick bush.
"I'm okay!" she slurred out.
Alas, what goes up must eventually go down again and this included Annie's spirits.
"Annie Cresta!"
Annie had a grand total of eleven entries into the reaping bowl and it only took one of them to condemn her. Those that had once been planning to volunteer were the quietest of all in the reaping square. None had any plans to draws attention to themselves.
Not after what fate Algae had met two years ago. Any hopes of more District Four careers had fully died alongside her.
Annie was soon unceremoniously taken into the judgement building alongside a boy she knew from school, Swell, and all too soon after that was forced onto the tribute train. Her fate awaited only a few hundred miles away.
But… what goes down can often be sent right back up again, especially with the right sort of motivation. It just so happened that Annie had the perfect sort of motivation, one even better than fried fish.
Finnick was going to be her mentor!
So excited was Annie that it was an hour of squealing, babbling and moe-esque actions before Finnick was able to properly sit her down and start to discuss mentoring with her. By that point Swell and his chosen mentor, Mags, were already talking about strategies Swell could use and what he could focus on in training.
He had plenty of options for what to do. After all, he'd been one of the youths in Four who had been training for the Games, albeit as a precaution and not out of any actual desire to enter the arena willingly.
Annie, in comparison, had no particularly obvious route to take in the pre-Games events. Or so Finnick had thought. Annie was quick to assure him that she had done a bit of training of her own in her free time.
"You have?" Finnick's curiosity was truly peaked. "What sort? Tridents, knife fighting, swordplay?"
"Nope. Hand to hand combat," Annie's perky smile only widened when she saw that Finnick appeared to be impressed.
"What sort of combat? Do you mean something like Kung Fu?" Finnick paused, a thought occurring to him. He looked even more eager. "Karate?"
"Nope, better!" Annie stood tall, on her tip toes for good measure, and proudly put her hands to her hips. "Water Fu!"
Finnick's smile slowly vanished, replaced only by confusion. Swell and Mags looked over at the pair, Annie having been too loud for them to be able to ignore while they spoke.
"…Water Fu?" Swell asked, thoroughly stumped. "The hell is that?"
"It's like Kung Fu, but you do it in the water," Annie explained. "The people who ordered the training tape ended up vanishing by the time I got there to deliver it, sooooooo… finders keepers after I paid my boss forty caps? It works, really! Imagine there's water around me and boom shakalaka!"
Annie awkwardly threw a few punches, kicks and finished with a harsh spin. She knocked over a vase that no doubt cost somewhere between three hundred thousand and four hundred thousand caps.
An awkward silence hung about the train carriage for several painful moments after that.
Swell burst out laughing, unable to hide his sheer bewildered amusement over what had unfolded. He doubled over, applauding the idiocy he'd been witness to.
"Oh man, that was good. Holy shit Annie, you… you really got ripped off," Swell wiped away a tear of mirth. "You make me laugh and I'm gonna need laughter in the arena. Fuck it, let's get trained together. I'm fine with making this a team effort between us."
"Aw yeah!" Annie exclaimed, punching the air in joy.
She accidently hit a tall lamp. While Annie held her throbbing hand the lamp fell over and knocked over a second highly valuable vase.
"…Eh, still not as crazy as the year Anchor won," Mags remarked, not looking remotely phased.
Finnick meanwhile looked as though he'd walked into an asylum for the insane… and was more than alright with that. He'd do everything in his power to make sure the cute, goofy postal girl made it home safe and sound.
As it happened, Finnick considered himself to be a powerful mentor.
The parade had gone off without a hitch. The watery merman and mermaid costumes worn by Swell and Annie would have ensured they'd have, ahem, made a splash regardless of how they acted to the audience. However, the fact both had gone the extra mile had unquestionably put them at the top of the totem after the opening ceremony, barely beating out District One and their chocolate tuxedos.
The fact the Fours had been willing to work together, no strings attached until the final two, had given them a boon the other tributes lacked. Even the Ones and Twos maintained a sense of cool professionalism with each other. Swell gripped the chariot's handlebars with one hand and waved with the other. Meanwhile Annie balanced on his shoulders and waved with both hands to the crowd. The spoiled audience loved it, thinking the novelty of one person sitting on the shoulders of another was a marvel they'd never even imagined before. They flocked to try and mimic it then and there.
Over half of the audience ended up falling over. Even President Snow couldn't help face palming over this. He had little patience when it came to the common Capitol citizen, it had to be said.
He facepalmed again when Annie fell off the chariot right at the end, taking Swell with her. He was starting to miss the occasional appearance of careers in Four. Alas, nothing good lasted forever in his view.
The clumsiness only continued during training.
Swell took to training like most birds took to the air. He excelled with tridents, swimming and several other things. He looked to be having a good time all in all. The careers offered him a spot in their alliance, though their refusal to allow Annie in resulted in Swell turning them down as well. Partly as he liked Annie and partly as he did not wish to be the odd man out. The pack were pissed, but at least the boy from Two got his point. The rest were merely pissed off, nothing more.
Annie, however… she had all the enthusiasm but didn't exactly have what one could call the pure skill and drive of a normal tribute. She was what she was, and what she was happened to be Annie.
Annie's attempts at knife fighting ended up knocking over ten dummies. It was double that when she tried sword training. Running ended up knocking over so many weapon racks that training had to be briefly halted while the Avoxes set everything back up again. And, in the most puzzling of situations, listening to a dreary woman at the edible plants training station somehow ended up with a few ceiling lights becoming dislodged and crashing to the ground.
Annie scored an eight.
"How did you manage that?" Swell asked, scratching his head. He'd barely scraped a nine even with his training. "All you did in training was act clumsy, knock stuff over and say 'oopsie' thirty times or so."
"Water Fu," Annie said, winking mysteriously.
In truth Annie had no idea how she had pulled it off, but nothing said she had to tell anybody that. Besides, she was too cheerful and more than a bit giggly over how impressed Finnick was to consider things like 'how the actual hell' and 'what the fuck'.
"That was some interview," Finnick said to Annie that night, the pair sitting on the roof of the tribute building.
"Oh, it was nothing really," Annie said, blushing from all of the praise.
Finnick would be inclined to disagree. In her few minutes on stage with Caesar Flickerman Annie had managed to tell two funny anecdotes about her postal work, beat Caesar in an arm wrestle (not that this was saying much), beat a newly recruited peacekeeper in an arm wrestle (this said a lot more) and concluded by accidently admitting that she like-liked Finnick. The crowd had been chanting her name over and over again as she left the stage.
"So, like-liking me is 'nothing'?" Finnick teased. He put a hand over his heart in mock-horror. "I'm hurt! I am very much hurt!"
"Oh no!" Annie went wide eyed. "I wouldn't want to hurt you, that's one of my top ten things I least want to happen! Right between dying and getting fired!"
Finnick laughed. "So, second on the list?"
"Nope, sixth," Annie declared.
Finnick was momentarily stumped, not just by the fact dying was not on top of the list but for the fact it was somehow either fifth or potentially as low as seventh.
He soon decided he didn't care about Annie's somewhat skewed priorities. He cared moreso about Annie herself and the fact she was going to be in a lot of danger starting from the following day.
From casual interaction to Finnick finding himself entranced by her. She'd truly snuck up on him.
"Finnick?" Annie whispered.
"Yeah?" Finnick replied.
Annie have Finnick a timid sort of look. "If something happens to me… something worse than being clumsy and then being all 'oopsie' about it. Like… being killed? Don't forget about me, alright?" Annie took a deep breath. "Don't forget the week we've known each other. I've… really enjoyed it.
To Annie's shock Finnick gently pulled her in for a soft, caring hug.
"We've known each other for longer than a week Annie. You've been delivering my mail for three years now. How could I forget all of the small talk we shared?" Finnick let himself become more serious. "How could I forget how the little bits and pieces helped me get to know you even before this week began?"
Finnick hugged her tighter, slightly desperate. "Be safe. Annie, I believe you can do this. I believe… but you need to be careful. Watch where you step, clumsiness could land you in serious danger."
Annie finally found the nerve to return the hug.
"Don't you worry Finnick. I'll be the most un-clumsy girl you've ever seen," Annie stood up, almost falling over the side of the building in the process. "Just you watch."
Annie hesitated for a moment before quickly giving Finnick a light peck on the cheek. With pink cheeks she quickly scampered away to the elevator and down to her district's floor of the tribute building, stammering and squeaking the whole way.
Finnick put a hand to his cheek, stunned.
"Whoa," Finnick whispered. "What a girl…"
His eyes narrowed in sheer determination.
"She's winning. No matter what happens or what I have to do," Finnick vowed, balling his fist.
As he would prove when out gathering sponsor funds, he meant every word.
The arena of the Seventieth Hunger Games was a vast wetland that stretched on for miles and miles, the terrain occasionally joined by large hills and plateaus mostly made out of moss covered rock. The scent of dirty water was impossible for the tributes to ignore.
Annie ended up almost falling off of her pedestal while trying to get herself warmed up and ready for the Games. Only the fact the gong rang an instant later saved her from ending up like the girl from Eleven a few years prior.
Annie and Swell met up quickly and ran side by side to the cornucopia. It didn't take long for them to grab some of the best supplies and get themselves armed with a scimitar and a trident respectively.
However, Annie took a bit too long to grab the weapon she wanted. Further time was wasted when she tripped over twice, resulting in the Twos being able to trap her inside the cornucopia.
"Nowhere to run, Four," the girl from Two beared her teeth viciously.
"I won't run, I'll fight! Eat Water Fu!" Annie yelled, leaping upon a crate and striking a battle pose.
Annie was clumsy, this much was known to everybody from the start.
Nobody had known just how vast the reach of her clumsiness was until she attempted Water Fu outside the water within the cornucopia. One moment she was just awkwardly punching the air to the bemusement of the careers.
The next moment the cornucopia, having been built upon squishy and wet mud that left it slightly unstable, – mainly for effect – had started to tip over.
The end result was the Twos fleeing the area, Annie running to where Swell watched just outside of the clearing and the cornucopia being stuck upon its side for the rest of the arenas existence. All the supplies within had been wrecked around and turned into one huge mess.
Annie and Swell fled the areas with the shouts of the careers and ten cannons behind them. The shouts of the boy from One, adamantly refusing to clear up the mess, were the loudest sound of all.
Alas, he and the other three careers had no choice but to do so. It gave the outliers all the more time to start gaining distance over them.
Certainly a good thing due to Annie's habit of tripping and Swell's howls of laughter making him stumble every so often.
In spite of the outliers getting a longer than average head start over the careers the early days ended up passing by quickly. The headcount had dropped from fourteen down to just nine by the end of the fourth day, owing to a combination of the careers being an effective team and several outliers having gotten themselves stuck in the muddy patches of the wetlands.
It was going too quickly for the liking of the gamemakers. They spawned a tornado into the arena to stir up some chaos and force the tributes into hiding for a day or two. Enough to at least prevent further deaths and get them talking. The audience tended to like it when they discussed stuff, whether it were important or utterly irrelevant and dumb.
Annie and Swell hid themselves within a cave, trying to stay warm as the tornado kept on causing plenty of chaos outside.
It wasn't long before Annie got bored and the pair begun to ask each other random questions to pass the time.
"Favourite colour?" Annie asked.
"Yellow. Favourite plotline in Fiona and Lawrence?" Swell asked.
"The time Lawrence was kidnapped by the guitar mutt who played guitar," Annie replied. "Hmmm… favourite fish?"
"Herring," Swell considered his next question. "Most handsome thing about Finnick? Come on, true answers only."
Swell smirked upon seeing just how flustered Annie looked. Indeed, her cheeks had been flushed entirely pink.
"Um… uh… well… if I had to be specific then I'd say… his everything?" Annie covered her face, her pink cheeks turning red. "Shut uuuuuuup!"
Swell could barely speak between his fits of laughter. "You're smitten alright."
Annie couldn't deny it. Finnick was simply everything she wanted when it came to boys.
From his seat in the mentor room Finnick couldn't help but feel like Annie was everything he wanted when it came to girls.
The tornado ended up going on for two more days, during which time it went from simply keeping the tributes from killing each other too quickly to becoming a dangerous hazard that was hard to avoid. It was only removed from the arena when it had killed two tributes.
In this case, the girl from One and the Boy from Two had been swept away by the wind and, after being thrown over a mile through the air, had smashed into one of the rocky hills.
That had been the end of their trials and existences, but for Annie her greatest trial arrived when the tenth day of the Games came by.
She and Swell had been walking through the depths of the wetlands when, from out of the overgrowth, came the remaining two careers.
Annie tried her best to duel the girl from Two, but in the end was mainly forced to run around and try to tire the girl out. The spiked mace she held wasn't suited for throwing after all. Annie eventually managed to bring the girl down, breaking her arm in the process.
Too bad that was when the boy from One gained the upper hand in his duel against Swell and slashed his sword through the air.
Something changed in Annie when she saw Swell's head leave his shoulders. Something changed even moreso when the head fell onto her lap, a fountain of blood staining her clothes.
Between the blood, the screaming of the girl from Two and the triumphant laughter of the boy from One it was only a few seconds before Annie snapped.
"AAAAYYEEEEIIIIIIIIIIII!"
Annie turned tale and ran away deeper into the wetlands, screaming like a maniac as she went. She was so filled with adrenaline that the careers simply couldn't hope to catch up with her. All too soon Annie had vanished through a large overgrowth and barely a few moments was out of hearing range as well.
The boy from One just shrugged. "No big deal, not like she'll be a problem anymore. South next, you reckon?"
"Fuck no," the girl from Two spat, clutching her broken arm with her other. "Medical aid first, then we head south."
Annie was never quite right after that. Two days passed by at a horribly slow speed. Annie would stare at the wall of the small cave she had hidden inside, sometimes mumbling and other times laughing like a maniac. In an instant she would either go eerily silent, jerk her head around and babble or sometimes just say Swell and Finnick's names over and over again.
The cute clumsy girl was clearly not the same person any longer. Just an empty shell remained. A broken husk of sorts.
A scared child.
Annie barely seemed aware of what was going on anymore. All she knew was that she was terrified and wanted to go home. Thoughts of home, naturally, only bought on more sobbing.
Annie hadn't even reacted when a cannon had fired earlier in the day. The career pair had finally tracked down the skinny boy from Twelve and butchered him like a pig.
All Annie did as the day went by was adjust her position so that she was rocking back and forth. The classic troubled fetal position.
That and put on a loose suit of padded armour and a set of floaties that came with a sponsor parachute. She didn't know it, but Finnick had gotten the word from a pair of gamemaker twins he'd seduced that the arena was to be flooded soon.
Somebody, however, flooded the arena far quicker and more severely than the gamemakers had been planning to.
As day turning to evening a gigantic explosion echoed from somewhere else in the arena, a cannon firing a moment later. Annie had no idea what it was – she, after all, had no way to have seen the boy from Three blow himself and a massive dam up as a middle finger to the Capitol – but the noise had Annie fleeing her cave and screaming herself hoarse.
The water covered the already soaked wetlands like a tidal wave. By the time it had caught up to Annie another cannon had fired, the boy from One having been smashed into some rocks.
The final hour of the Games seemed like an endless nightmare. The boy from Six drowned fifteen minutes into it, but the other two tributes stayed afloat long enough to reach Annie one at a time and make a final attempt to hold her under the water. Perhaps they were just desperate. Perhaps they thought they could use her body as something to stay afloat with?
The girl from Two was wrong and ten minutes later so was the girl from Seven. In a fit of panic and self-defence Annie had been able to hold them both under the water until the cannons boomed.
The trumpets sounded right after that and just in time too. Annie passed out from sheer exhaustion and fear midway through them. The hovercraft, luckily, managed to collect her before she sank under the water.
When Annie awoke three days later Finnick was sitting there, ready to welcome her back and be the pillar of support she needed.
Annie wept, holding him close. She'd never been more relieved to have seen somebody in her entire short life.
It was sure to be a long road to recovery, a road many were unsure Annie would ever reach the end of. Victor trauma was quite a tricky thing to predict.
Years passed and trauma endured.
Years passed and a quell began.
Years passed and terror gripped the nation.
Years passed and, within District Thirteen, Finnick and Annie got married.
The pair danced together, slowly and gently, on the dance floor as people around them celebrated and looked on. It had been just the morale booster that the rebellion had needed.
Just the morale booster both Finnick and Annie had needed.
"I love you," Annie whispered, quietly. "You know that?"
"If I didn't before I certainly do now," Finnick replied. He playfully smirked. "Though, the thousands of times you've said that before now did give me a vague hint that you were at least a little fond of me."
Annie laughed, her first genuine and fear free laugh in so very long.
"You're one of a kind Finnick," Annie whispered. "Never leave me."
"I don't plan to," Finnick assured her, holding Annie close.
Katniss and Peeta began to move further down the street. Barely any faces remained to be passed and The Golden Goose was no more than thirty meters away, if that.
The pair soon came across the next face on the ground. A woman with a vengeful, aggression sort of expression looked back at them. Her eyes were fiery, and her lips were twisted into a sneer that reeked of power. Her hair was relatively short, barely going past her shoulders.
"Who else but Johanna," Peeta remarked. "You know, looking at her here and thinking of what we know now, having met her… how did people not realise she was, well, herself until it was far too late?"
"I guess it's just the simple fact she was a great actor," Katniss said, thinking back to Johanna's Games only a few years prior. "Nobody in Twelve suspected a thing."
So, how was that one guys? I think it's fair to say Annie is particularly different indeed before she 'went mad', but you know what they say - trauma changes people and it's never for the better, eep! I'll admit a fondness for the 'cute clumsy girl' archetype and it was fun to try and work that into a series as macabre as The Hunger Games. Do you feel it worked out? Did Annie live up to expectations, and perhaps surpass them? Let me know, I listen to and take on all feedback. ^_^ The next victor, we all know her and frankly Johanna needs little introduction. Just wait and see what her format is. I would say 'LMFAO' is the word for it! Stay tuned!
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), Gloss Lord (63rd Games), Cashmere Lord (64th Games), Augustus Braun (67th 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), Mercy Gregor (46th Games), Brutus Gunn (49th Games), Lyme Rabe (51st Games), Enobaria Golding (62nd Games)
District 3: Honorius Perthshire (5th Games), Pi Orbit (22nd Games), Beetee Latier (37th Games), Wiress Plummer (47th Games), Yohan Fairbane (58th Games)
District 4: Museida Selkirk (3rd Games), Mags Flanagan (11th Games), Tide Luther (23rd Games), Librae Ogilvy (35th Games), Anchor Paddock (52nd Games), Finnick Odair (65th Games), Ron Stafford (68th Games), Annie Cresta (70th Games)
District 5: Shunt Gaspar (12th Games), Isobel Sparks (18th Games), Crimson Flanders (29th Games), Porter Tripp (38th Games), Neon Erg (48th Games), Wattzon Holmes (55th Games), Arendellian Spinner III (57th Games)
District 6: Chassis Macalister (31st Games), Bentley Corduroy (54th Games), Porsche London (56th Games)
District 7: Pliny Aransio (2nd Games), Fir Buzz (9th Games), Jack Tylos (21st Games), Snag Nakamura (34th Games), Blight Jordan (53rd Games), Logger Barlow (61st Games)
District 8: Woof Casino (16th Games), Paige Murphy (30th Games), Spool Nylon (42nd Games), Cecelia Mog (60th Games)
District 9: Mizar Aldjoy (1st Games), Gwenith Rosebud (13th Games), Teff Withers (28th Games), Laurel Flamsteel (36th Games), Tabbock Summers (43rd Games), Trevy Vex (Escaped 55th Games)
District 10: Stallion March (26th Games), Lammy Phyronix (40th Games), Pasture Gallows (59th Games), Skinner Alecto (69th Games)
District 11: Bear Redfoot (15th Games), Seeder Howell (33rd Games), Chaff Mitchell (45th Games), Spud Munroe (66th Games)
District 12: Duke Saint-Rose (6th Games), Haymitch Abernathy (50th Games)