Final one for tonight, we only have District 11 and 12 left now then the reapings are done! I am rather excited for that. Anyway, I just wanted to say, thank you to you all for submitting your amazing characters, I am having a blast writing them. Enjoy Crown and Fora.

Fora Kyker POV:

I slammed the cleaver down, shattering the femur of the dead cow and effortlessly, cutting through the thick meat. Blood splattered onto my face and dripped down to my lip but I just turned and wiped it on my shoulder before continuing. During work, none of us spoke to each other, refusing to risk our jobs for mindless chit-chat. Every day it was chopping and sending off the cuts to the butcher's shop.

Throughout my shift, I would place small, off cuts of meat in a small plastic bag to stop the blood seeping through my clothes and the smell being so pungent. Luckily, the blood that was already on my clothes masked the smell. I just had to make sure to avoid dogs on the way home.

I stood at a road, watching the delivery traffic zoom past, waiting for a gap so I could cross. Suddenly, a light haired boy leaned on the lamp post next to me, a large smirk on his face.

"Hey, beautiful," he said with a smirk, giving me a small wink. He was good looking but I could already tell he was a jerk. "I'm Crown," he leaned forward but I flinched away and moved to walk across the road.

"Nice to meet you Crown," I sighed, stepping out into the road but he pulled me back, grabbing me by my waist.

"Nah, come home with me, I can show you a good time-" I cut him off by placing a small hole in my stolen bag of meat and pouring the blood over his platinum blonde hair. He let out a girly scream and stumbled backward until he fell on his butt.

Before he could get back up, I ran across the road and didn't stop until I got home. At my door, I turned to look for him but thankfully, I was alone, I was a thief, I would admit it but I didn't want anyone high up to find out. Crown was very clearly rich, I wasn't sure what connections he had. I could only hope he assumed I was just a twisted girl who had a bag full of blood. Or better yet, was too bothered about his hair to even think about the bag of meat.

I spent the rest of the night, talking and cooking with my family. It was rare that I got to speak with them so I cherished every moment. When I was alone with them and our stolen food, life was perfect. But it still could have been better.

Crown Leroy POV:

"Fora Kyker!" I laughed at the name, earning some disgusted looks from the boys around me. I remembered her vaguely, the girl who poured blood on my head. I used to think she was hot, I even offered to take her back to my place, not something I do often. Well, okay, I do but she was the only one that week and it doesn't matter if it was only Monday or not.

I could see in her eyes that she was regretting never taking me up on my offer, I could have taken her out to dinner and treated her like a princess until I got bored. Admitted, it wouldn't have taken long, there was just so many pretty girls and so little time. However, she would have been able to say she slept with the great Crown Leroy. Now the poor soul was being forced into the Games.

I never had to worry about being reaped. My father owned a thriving butchers shop and my aunt was a former wife of a wealthy man from The Captiol. The two raised me after my mother died giving birth to me. I never thought you could miss something that you never had but you can. Seeing the other children hug their mothers in the school yard at the end of the day when you had to walk home, it got to you. Even now I still missed her, wishing every day that she was alive, just so I could hug for the first time. My aunt taught me to do her proud, though. She taught me love myself, that beauty was everything in life and I could do anything I wanted if I was good looking. Thankfully, I was gifted with looks. I had to take steroids, even if I didn't like taking tablets, it was all to improve myself.

"Crown Leroy!" I didn't even realize that the male name had been drawn. If it was a common name, I could have passed the burden off to someone else. But no one shared my name in Ten. I gave a scream and turned to run towards my father and aunt but tripped, scraping the skin off my arm. I was dragged to my feet then pulled towards the stage, while several people in the crowd laughed at me.

When I was placed on the stage, Flora looked me up and down and gave me a disgusted look. I wanted to let her know that I felt the same way and that she would pay for what she did for my hair but right now I had some sponsors to win.

I turned to the crowd, giving the camera a smirk. I was terrified but no one in The Capitol had to know that.

"Hello, ladies!" I shouted, ripping off my white shirt and flexing my muscular chest. Our escort squealed and clapped her hands in excitement. I was going to get all the chicks.