District Four! I am on a roll! I hope you are enjoying reading this, I am so proud of this so far and I am so committed to it. As for Belinda's face claim, I am changing that, it will be done by the end of this week. I think that is all I have to say for now. Enjoy Romilda and Shelly.

Romilda Vasilios, District Four Male

"Romilda Vasilios!" the escort called the small family of fishermen, pushing their terrified adopted son towards the microphone. He tried to fight it but his family picked him up, making the forceful act seem more like a sign of victory. The truth was, the family had become poor due to the overpopulated pool of fisherman in the District. They did not catch the best fish nor did they have a big boat, meaning they could not compete against the rich families. However, by giving Romilda up, their nephew and cousin, they had enough money to compete. It was not easy for them to do but they had complete faith in the boy and they felt that sacrifice was needed to keep the family fed and housed.

However, as Romilda watched the distressed crowd of people he only felt betrayed. How could a family give up their child in return for a small amount of money and still say they loved him? Part of him decided right there and then that even if he won, he would never step foot in District Four again.

10 Years Later...

Romilda scanned the script he had been given and frowned. In the scenario printed before him, he had to sweep in to take Grover's side when he was rejected by Nathalie Sibylla, saying she was being elitist by turning him down. The stocky male glanced over to the dark haired girl, her skin pale. A stunt like this was dangerous, if there was high demand for her and Grover to be a couple, The Capitol would force it on them and no one wanted their relationships to be dictated by The Capitol. Romilda knew that all too well. Grover walked past Nathalie and gave the girl a small wink, making her flush red with anger.

At least he knew Nathalie would not hold it against him, everyone knew the scripts were fake. Romilda was like a big brother to everyone in the group, taking charge and stopping everyone from killing each other prematurely. It hurt him to degrade Nathalie like she had no choice over her feelings or body, even if it was just for the entertainment of the masses.

Romlida gave a defeated sigh, agreeing to the role he would be forced to play and made his way down the maze of corridors. He passed the bedrooms and made his way into the "backstage" section. A place where the Warriors were prepared for the big screen that always smelt of singed hair and lingering body spray. Despite the fact it was never seen by the audience, the Capitol clearly had too much money and built the small section with shimmering stone and glass floors. It was no more than an oversized dressing room.

He unfolded the script, glancing up to make sure his path was clear and started to recite his lines. "How do you respect a man to act when your dress is that short?" he faked laughed, before grimacing at the words. Was this entertainment to them? Well, he should have known from the fact that they classed children killing each other as a national pastime. However, he still felt shocked every time he read drama like this.

The boy scratched his head in frustration as she walked along the quiet corridor until a flash of blonde hair came into view, catching him off guard. He spun around on his, moving around them and behind them. It was a defensive move that ended in the unexpected attacker being stabbed. However, this was no cause for defense and it was not an attacker.

Loretta Moriko stood before him, her eyes wide with fright as she tried to take in how fast the stocky male had maneuvered around her. The girls long, blonde hair was tied in a bun and her face was caked with makeup, odd for her since The Capitol took a more natural look with her. However, Romilda then noticed the slight discolouration around her eye along with slight swelling. His blue eyes moved down her neck, taking in the crudely hidden redness around her throat.

"Loretta-"

"They say the cameras will be able to hide it," Loretta cut him off, moving her eyes away from the man and casting them to the floor. Romilda moved closer, clasping her face in hands and tilting it towards him. He looked her in the eyes so she could clearly how close he was to breaking after everything the Warrior program has put him through.

"They shouldn't have to," he whispered. He held eye contact with the girl for a few more seconds before she pulled away, breaking eye contact with him, pulling her long sleeve top down. Romilda was sure she was hiding more wounds from her relationship with Pallas.

Romilda's face flushed red, stomping his foot on the floor before turning to walk away with a violent strut. He could tell by the lack of footsteps that Loretta had not moved on and a few seconds she spoke to him.

"He is not a bad person you know," she said, causing Romilda to halt but not look back. "He doesn't mean it...I love him-"

"I know," Romilda sighed, looking over his shoulder at the girl. "That is the only reason he is not dead...I said I would never let anyone hurt you-"

"You lost the right to be protective a long time ago," she said, tears forming in her ice blue eyes before turning and storming back into the main complex of the tribute house. Romilda's body started to shake as he watched her leave before quickly and violently scrunching up his script and throwing it at the wall. He slipped down the wall, anger that verged on uncontrollable rushing through the veins of the ill tempered boy. He was just sick of everything the Warrior had made him become and everything he had lost. However, the training, fake reality show and loss of family were nothing compared to the pain of losing Loretta.

The two had been friends since they met on the train to The Capitol, even trying to fake results to get in the same Warrior pair. When they were ten, Romilda asked her out and they stayed together until they were fourteen. They could have stayed together until now but The Capitol, as always, had to put their own twist on the cute romance.

They made Loretta and Romilda take part in a stunt, breaking up for a week before getting back together. Neither wanted to do it but the fear of being whipped until they bled for disobeying orders was worse. However, Romilda would take a thousand whippings to take his obedience back. The stunt was a big hit, ratings through the roof and popularity in Romilda the highest they had ever been. People liked him as the single, good looking man. Due to this, The Capitol asked Romilda to break up with Loretta, cutting any form of romantic relationship with the girl or face guaranteed elimination, not matter his popularity. To foolishly protect himself, he broke up with Loretta, not being able to tell the girl the truth and leaving her with a broken heart.

Now here he was, watching the girl he still cared so deeply about taking beatings every night by Pallas, her bipolar boyfriend who didn't even know he was doing it. Meanwhile, Romilda dreaded every second the phone rang in the fear it would be a call for him to go and pleasure some rich Capitol man or woman, pretending he had no feelings for Loretta. It was an utterly grim existence and he could not see it getting it any better if he won. However, some deep rooted, natural instinct told him to fight and live, to not let his last breath be full of regret.

Shelly Bereg, District Four Female

"The female tribute for District Four is...Shelly Bereg!" the young girl screamed in happiness, jumping up and down on the spot. The other families smiled with approval for the victorious girl until she turned to their children, sticking her tongue out.

"Losers!" Shelly cheered, creating the shape on an 'L' on her forehead. The parents frowned, pulling their children away while Shelly's parents apologized in embarrassment. Shelly turned away from them, skipping towards the microphone and holding out her hand to Romilda. The blonde boy took with care, the girl violently shaking it with a proud looking in her eye. "I am Shelly and I am going to win, not you!" she shouted in the boy. Not meaning to offend him, her mother classed it as confidence.

10 Years Later...

"She doesn't love you," Shelly Bereg seethed, her lips twisted into an evil grin. Pallas glanced over to her before looking away and pretending he did not hear her. Shelly frowned, her bottom lip sticking out. "She is sleeping with Romilda-"

"No, she isn't," Pallas sighed but this just edged Shelly on, she could tell by the tone of his voice she was starting to get to him. She leaned back in her chair, a soft grin on her face as she looked up at the boy.

"What? You think she would like you over him? Heck, I bet she even thinks about him when you fuck her...I mean, if she even settles for your dick now-" Pallas threw the spatula on the floor of the kitchen, it clattering to the floor as he turned to face the girl.

"Pallas!" Ares shouted, his voice begging for the man to not switch and have a violent episode.

"Aw, come one, I want the people at home to see...how you say, his other side," Shelly laughed, twirling her brown, curly hair around in her finger. Pallas looked confused while Ares dived off the sofa and pulled the camera man towards his room.

"I feel a shirtless photoshoot coming on!" he cheered as he followed them down the hallway to his room. Sherry scowled at him out the corner of her eyes, her face red with anger.

"Just ignore her, Pallas, she is nothing but a bully," Belinda sighed, not even looking up from the book she read with such care. Shelly couldn't help but frown, what right did she have to call her a bully? She knew she was but she also felt angered that Belinda felt it was her place to judge her.

"Just because you don't have anything interesting about you," Shelly seethed, narrowing her eyes at the girl. However, Belinda just ignored her, licking her fingers and turning the page of her book about a teenage wizard. This did nothing but anger Shelly more.

"My, you are all so boring," she grumbled, rising to her feet and leaving the two annoyed Warriors to themselves. Sherry was not a bad person, by no means but she was also the only one who seemed to understand that no one was here to make friends.

At the end of it, there would only be one victor so that meant there was no room for friends. It was cliche to say she built up walls to keep people out. She just did not like many people and had no interest in making friends with anyone. It was not that she did not like certain Warriors but she saw no point in getting attached. She forced her parents to volunteer her not to make friends and to die in that arena but to survive and achieve what she set out to do. Sadly, friends did not factor into that victory. However, allies could.

When she saw Damon and Eve walking towards her, she already had a slight incline of what it was about. The two never really spoke to her and no one started speaking to someone this close to the Games without searching for an alliance.

"Heard you are up to your old tricks again," Damon said, standing in front of Shelly, his muscular arms crossed. Shelly rocked back and forth on her feet, a sheepish smile on her face. "Hm, well we want you to use your drama making skills to split Nero and his little lass over there, up-"

"You said you were going to do that," growled Eve, showing her clear distrust and disliking for Shelly but this just made the girl smile.

"Chu, shush...In return, we will help you with making everyone turn on each other and look bad-"

"We also want to have immunity from your cruel lies, wait, in fact, we want you to make us look good. Because we ain't helping you for a single reward," Eve said with a stern voice, making Damon flinch in fear for how Shelly would react. However, the dark haired girl gave a simple, sweet smile.

"Only if you protect me in the arena,"

Eve opened her mouth to speak but Damon cut in with a large, nervous grin on his face. "Ah, so it's a deal then?"

"Deal," Shelly replied with a sly smile.

"Deal," Eve sighed in reply. Yes, allies were fine because unlike friends, they were easy to kill when they outlived their usefulness.

District 4:

Romilda Vasilios,17

Shelly Bereg, 15

Tributes mentioned:

Belinda Herd, District 10

Loretta Markio, District 6

Pallas Narciso, District 10

Ares Walker, District 8

Damon Romulus, District 5

Evelyn Callie Spires, District 2