Short chapter as I am not sure what to write. Wrote what I felt was needed. Not much to write about when it comes to Tributes getting into the tubes. Look out for hints about the Arena.

Cerulean Westwood, 16

District Eight Female, Pair 7

Paired with Gary Winslow, District Six Male

Water. That same word had been floating around my head since I had spilled a glass of water on myself that morning. A nearby Aox had been quick to wipe it up like it was a form of acid. However, I had seen the way it pooled on my streamlined suit. The fact there was no shoes or warmer clothing. It only meant one thing, the Arena would be filled with water.

Gary had told me I was wrong, that an Arena full of water would be ludicrous as people like us, who didn't know how to swim, would instantly flounder. Our District's would never accept it. Yet even now as he held my hand tightly, it did little to calm my fears.

He didn't understand. Of course well built, strong Gary wouldn't understand. Running was my main skill, if it was water, that skill was useless. At least for the bloodbath anyway.

Taking away my running was like breaking a Careers arms or taking away a genius' brain. It was my main skill, my main comfort and without it, I could feel my chances slipping away.

Why couldn't it have just been like other years, land for miles, a chance to escape? A chance for survival.

Hyacinth Rodgers, 17

District Twelve Male, Pair 6

Paired with Qanom Harklee, District Five Male

When I and Qanom entered the cold, white room, we were met with our stylist Claude and Frances, a giggling pair of yellow twins that pranced around the place, like today was the most exciting day. I guess it was for them.

They showered us with compliments and praise, offering advice on how we could win like they were our mentors. Like they had been through the Games. It was utterly frustrating and even Qanom could sense my anger at the stylist as he quickly grabbed my hand and leaned in close.

"Ten minutes, put up with it for now." I looked over to him and gave a small nod, a nod you would miss if you were not looking for it.

"Oh, and we have this for you!" Claude cheered as he pulled two large, black backpacks from the wall and handed them to us. Qanom wasted no time in starting to unbuckle the bag when the pair of stylist snatched it from him.

"You can't open it just yet!" Claude hissed.

"Bad things will happen if you open this," Frances added. Qanom took the pack back and rolled his eyes.

"Imagine that," he grumbled as he threw it over his shoulders.

"Nine minutes to launch!" an electronic voice called.

Ellie Nimrod, 18

District Three Female, Pair 5

Paired with Noelani Palmer, District Four Female

"No shoes?" Noelani growled as our stylist Hannah handed us a large, black backpack. "We ain't animals-"

"Will we need shoes?" I asked, taking the opportunity to learn more about the Arena. Hannah shrugged. "I don't know if I am being honest, that is above my payroll. However, I have heard some things-"

"Like what?" I pushed. By now Noelani had figured out my plan of action and took a step back.

Hannah gave a sigh, her eyes flickering around the room before leaning in close.

"Look, don't let this leave the room but I got a glimpse of the temperature in this room, the heating is set on high to match the conditions of the Capitol, meaning-"

"Meaning they need to keep this warm because whatever is above is making the room colder?" Hannah gave a quick nod as she pulled away, looking around her once more.

"That would explain the thermal suit," Noelani sighed.

"Yeah," I grumbled, already feeling colder. "Yeah, it would."

"Ten seconds until launch!"

Mikeo Nunez, 17

District Eight Male, Pair 9

Paired with June Briony, District Eleven Female

I and June were quickly ushered into a tube that stood in the center of the room. I didn't think to ask our Stylist, Mathers how we would end up on separate platforms until the walls had sealed us in a soundproof case.

I kicked the glass in frustration earning a scowl from June. "Behave yourself," she grumbled like an angered mother. "Appearance is everything from now-"

"I doubt they expect us to be thrilled about this-"

"Shut up!" June hissed, nerves clearly getting the better of her. As the tube started to move, she mumbled an apology, grabbing my hand as she tried to hold her tears back. "Look, I just want us to have the best chance...I didn't mean to snap-"

"Don't apologize," I said shakily. "I understand-" I was unable to finish my words as like vacuum, the plate at the top of the tunnel opened, a surge of cold air rushing through and hitting us in the face.

The cold air nipped at my skin and the only thing visible was the endless grey sky. My first thought was how unromantic it was. Then the fog in my vision cleared. Boy, was I was wrong.

It wasn't romantic but it was beautiful.

What do you think the Arena is going to be? Who do you think will die in the bloodbath (say top 5) and who do you think will make the most kills? I am interested to know! I know, as I have already written it but I am interested to know your thoughts.