Marina Macken, aged 16

WHAM!

Marina's foot collides easily with the pad strapped to her uncle's chest. He stumbles backwards, but easily gets back up. "Now, come at me."
Marina charges. She launches into a series of punches and kicks at her uncle. He's able to deflect about half of them, but she occasionally slips past his defense, wearign him down.

They continue at this for a while, until her uncle holds up a hand. "Okay, I think that's enough training for today. Nice job." He begins to take off the pads.
Marina yanks her chocolate brown hair free from it's bun on top of her head. "Thanks." She helps her uncle put everything away, then closes to door to the garage.

Just like that, their little training hideout is sealed from the world. District 4 has a Training Academy, but Marina has been kicked out a long time ago. Her rebellious beliefs would make it hard for her to get back in. She doesn't care. Her uncle Mack is way better than those stupid trainers anyways.

"Volunteering today?" Mack asks Marina.
"Of course. And I don't care whoever the chosen volunteer is, I'm sure I can beat her down in no time."
"I still think you should wait at least one more year. Just in case. Just so you're better prepared."

Marina rolls her eyes. She's not one for taking advice. "So? I'm sixteen! Plenty of tributes have won at sixteen!"
"I know honey, and I didn't mean to insult you like that. But you do realize you'll become a target. I just...wanted to give you an extra year of training-"

Mack doesn't get to finish. Marina's already stopped off to her room, swearing like a sailor about her her good old uncle doesn't believe in her abilities. She makes sure to slam the door loudly. Neither of them talk to each other for the rest of the day. Marina's cousin, Beck, notices the tension at lunch, but says nothing.

Marina scarfs down her food, as if speed will make the clock hands go by faster. She's not a very patient person and just wants to get the volunteering done and over with. Just so she can prove her point and rush to the Capitol to win.
But why does Marina want to volunteer so bad? Why does she want this spot so much, she'll steal it from the person who rightfully earned it?

She has her reason. And her reason is rebellion.
Marina is going to be the Victor that crushes the Capitol. She'll win the Games like they want, then throw her Victory right back into their dirty, ugly, arrogant faces. She'll infiltrate from the inside. As a volunteer from a Career district, they'll never consider her a threat, right?

She's doing this for her parents as well. Her lovely mother and father, who taught her good from evil, right from wrong, freedom from Capitol. They deserved more than she could offer, they deserved the victory in their names. Marina admits she's not a very religious person, but she likes to imagine her parents are in some sort of afterlife, watching over their little girl.

Finally, it's time to head on over to the Justice Building. Despite Mack and Beck asking her to wait up, Marina runs like the wind. She stops for a bit and practices her punches, swinging her fists through open air. Yes, she's ready. She's good to go.
"You're sure about this," Mack says calmly.

"Yes."
"There's no turning back now."
"I get that."

"Well then..." Mack gives Marina an awkward hug. "I can't say I'm not proud of you...but I want you to be careful."
"I will. Thanks for everything Uncle Mack."
"Now go knock them dead. It's make your parents proud time."

Marina smiles and merges into the crowd of anxious teenagers. There are whispers that once again, the Academy has not selected a designated male volunteer. District 4 has been experiencing a lack of Academy involvement in the past few Games, most notable when Finnick Odair was Reaped at 14. Nine years later, it's still the same.

Marina doesn't care. The name of the boy she'll be competing against doesn't matter. Unless it involves getting her up on that wooden stage and into the Games, then it won't matter.

Finally, it's time. The escort calls the boy first. A tiny little 12 year-old slowly makes his way up. When there is no volunteer to save him, he begins to cry. Marina feels a little sorry for him, but quickly focuses on the drawing of the girl's name. All she has to do is be the first to say it...

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

And just like that, Marina is officially District 4's female tribute for the 74th Hunger Games.
Wouldn't her parents be proud.

Mags Flanagan, 80

War has finally arrived.

Panem is on the verge of insanity. The Capitol has attacked, with all the Districts prying themselves away and teaming up to retaliate. It's an absolute mess. People are dying, bombs are flying, propaganda is being spread. Katniss Everdeen's face is everywhere, as she attempts to cry out, hoping her message of unity against a common enemy is heard.

District 4 takes a quick break from all the fighting and war and destruction to have a funeral. The body of a beloved figure has finally been brought back home, a figure who was greatly loved, admired, and occasionally feared.

Mags Flanagan.

Her coffin is carried across the docks by four of her five children. Gently she's lowered into the water. Bobbing along the small but mighty waves, Mags floats onward, bidding District 4 a sad goodbye. She floats and floats, until she's nothing more but a speck in the distance.

Afterwards, the crowd of citizens retreats to Victor's Village, where Mags used to live. Among them are Victors, who've known and worked with Mags for a long time.

"She was a wonderful woman," says Gill, Mags's eldest child. She was only twenty-one when she found me, having been abandoned by my original mother. Actually, we all were. How kind of her, to take in such unwanted children when she could've ignored us like the rest of the district did." He wipes a few tears away from his eyes. His wife gives him a hug and his siblings just look on.

Next up is Tucker. He's the one who resembles Mags the most, with his copper hair so similar to the red waves she sported in her youth. "She always sacrificed so much for us...always did the right thing...was never afraid to show mercy...like how she volunteered for...I'm so sorry!" Tucker runs away from the podium, crying.

Destiny, the middle child, takes her spot in front of the podium. She takes a deep breath before beginning her speech.
"Finnick Odair once told me that he was lucky to have met such an understanding woman. For me, it's the same. She was there for me when nobody else was and willing to take care of me as her own. She took care of everyone, really. We were all her children. Didn't matter who you were, if you were younger than her, then you were her child."

"What did the sea say to the ocean? Nothing, it just waves!" Sharon gives a small laugh. "That was her favourite joke. Mine too. Anyways, she always knew how to cheer me up, at least be able to tell when I was feeling down. As an orphan, I've gone through a lot. She knew how to love me like a mother would, even if she wasn't my birth mother."

Yale, the youngest, just listens to their brothers and sisters, eagerly awaiting their turn. Finally, they step up to the podium. "She was really accepting too. Willing to take my pronouns into consideration and respect them...respect me. She may not be with us anymore, but at least we can continue her legacy. She's left behind children, grandchildren. Perhaps we can bear this war much better if we try and live like she did. Rest in peace, Mags Flanagan."

"Rest in peace," Everybody else echoes.

The funeral is now over. People begin to walk away and continue their own lives. Many go back to fighting the iron grip of the Capitol. Even if the war stopped just for this day, it still must be fought. People are dropping like flies and more reinforcements are needed.

Gill, Tucker, Destiny, Sharon, and Yale just head inside. they sit in the living room of their mother's home, their home. It won't belong to them for much longer. Whenever a Victor dies, the giant house is emptied and remaining family booted out.

The walls are lined with old painting. Picture frames sit upon the fireplace. Many of Mags sharing precious moments with her children. In the middle is the special one. It's of a much younger Mags, with her own family. A mother, a father, a younger sister. All of them smiling.

Just like how Mags is, watching the District she loves bid her farewell.

I know Marina is a very common name, but I read on the wiki that is was the confirmed name of the District 4 female, so I ended up using it.