District Five People! Today we have Damon and Nathalie. A few things before we start.

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Damon Romulus, District Five Male

When his name was called, the wind that blew through the District seemed to become more violent. As the wind died down, it was replaced with the devastated wail of his weak father and mother. Damon turned around, his blue eyes tearing up as his father's walking stick slipped from underneath him, his mother just catching him.

"Dad!" Damon screamed, leaping out of the way of a frustrated escort and running to his father's side. The young man's body shook as he screamed in pain like The Capitol was tearing out his beating heart from his chest as they pulled his son away from him. "You can get your treatment now, you don't have to die!" Damon screamed to his cancer ridden father as he was pulled towards the microphone.

"I would rather me than you," his father said between sobs as he buried his face into his wife's shoulder.

10 Years Later...

Damon sat at his desk, his long legs crossed under his body as he swayed from side to side on the swiveling chair. Before him, the pen and blank lined paper lay unused, the words that bounced around in his head unable to break free. With every passing second, the sixteen year old became more and more frustrated with himself, after all, how hard was it to write a letter to your family? Apparently for Damon, it was one of the hardest things he was forced to face. Every month it became harder, unable to shake the feeling of unattachment to the family he had not seen in ten years. He knew them once, he even volunteered to save one of them but now, they were just strangers who he called blood. He felt like an adopted child, a glimmer of resentment maybe for allowing him to be chosen. However, deep down, he also knew it was his fault for volunteering in the first place. He had no one else to blame but himself and he hated it.

The first time someone rushed past his door, Damon quietly ignored it. However, when the same figured passed again, this time accompanied by a loud, metallic clanking it caught his attention. Maybe it was just his frustration with his poor way of words but this small act agitated him enough to storm out of his room and pursue the figure.

Damon could tell who it was the second he caught sight of the camera lense and the speed the man was moving at, despite the bulky equipment, just solidified his theory. He increased his speed but rather than to bully him, he wanted to use them as an emotional outlet. When he rounded the corner, his theory was confirmed, bringing a large smile to his face.

Vulcan Omiros from District Eleven glanced over to the blonde male, returning the smile with a small blush. "Dame," he said clearing his throat as he turned his attention back to the bulky camera he had set up. It was nothing like the camera The Capitol used to film the reality show or anything for that matter. It was so old and useless that when Vulcan found it in storage, they allowed him to keep it for free. Either that or the grumpy old man happened to be one of the few fans of the dark haired boy. Sadly, despite his good looks and amazing skills in combat, he didn't put himself in front of the camera too much, it was an odd sight to see him wandering the halls when the camera's were live. This had lead to him having a very small but passionate fan base.

After a few moments of silence, the dark haired boy waved Damon over, quickly showing him how to zoom, move and generally how to man the camera before moving in front of the lense. Damon peeked over the camera as Vulcan dug through his back, to look at his butt but to also get a glimpse of what he held in the tank of water he pulled out. With a large grin on his face, he took at seat on the fold out chair he had strategically placed so he was in centre frame and told Damon to record.

"Hey mom, hey dad!" he said with a childlike excitement very few people got to see from Vulcan. "Not much to show you this month, most of it is getting us ready for the Games which...well you will see that and I don't want to upset you. So, I will be showing what I own and what will be yours if...y'know, I don't come home." This was followed by a few minutes of silence as he worked hard to keep his composure. When he was done, his large, fake smile popped back onto his face as he held the tank into frame, Damon in awe at the blue fish that was stuck to the side of the tank. "This is Blue, because I am still unoriginal with my names...he is a Pleco that was dyed blue BUT don't worry, it didn't hurt him."

For the next two hours, Damon followed Vulcan as he made his video message for his parents, going over everything he owned and what he would like his family to do with it in the event of his death. The idea amazed and frightened Damon. It was a unique way to keep contact with their parents, allowing them to see their face but the idea that Vulcan was making his will made Damon's stomach turn. There would only be one more letter from their parents, this would be the last letter the Warriors sent back home before twenty-three of them would be dead. Twenty-four rooms in the tribute centre would be emptied out and shipped back home but only one tribute would be going back with their belongings. The other twenty-three families would only receive the belongings of their dead child. Damon thought about how his father would blame himself for his death, the thought propelling Damon to lust for victory even more. He didn't want money or fame, he just wanted to live.

"What do I get for that?" Damon asked as Vulcan packed his camera away, trying to pull his mind from the dark reality around him.

"Well, what do you want?" This question brought a mischievous smirk onto Damon's face.

"A trip to your room-"

"With the cameras?" Vulcan squeaked in surprise. "We almost got caught last-"

"Then bite a pillow," Damon said, rolling his eyes. "You don't have to y'know-"

"I want to, just make it quick," Vulcan whispered, blushing as he hurried out of the room. Where is the fun in that, Vulcan? Damon thought as he bounded after the boy. The muscular, blonde boy might be dead in a few weeks but that was no need to get down about it.

Nathalie Sibylla, District 5 Female

"And the female tribute is...Nathalie Sibylla!" The moment the escort called her name, Nathalie felt the anger that had been brewing for the past few days boil to the surface. The small girl turned to her family, her teary mother, and father as they held her newborn brothers.

"It's for a good cause," her mother, the same woman who had volunteered her own daughter because she couldn't look after her own children said with a lump in her throat.

"I hate you!" Nathalie bellowed at her parents as she was pulled towards the chosen male. In that moment, she hated every member of her family, her brothers being the only exception.

10 Years Later...

Nathalie Sibylla rubbed the last of the oil into her tanned, long legs before laying back against the sunlounger with a sigh. The sun on her face was comforting but the orange glare that was caused by the bright sunlight was started to get on her nerves. "Janae, can you shade my face please?" Nathalie asked the small girl who quickly rushed to her side, casting a cool shadow over her face.

"Nathalie-" Janae was cut off my Nathalie clearing her throat. "Oh, erm, Miss Sibylla, the sun is in my eyes." Nathalie gave a sigh, moving her toned, oiled up hand towards her red handbag and pointed at it.

"Inside there, in a grey case, you will find some sunglasses, put them on." Janae quickly followed the dark haired girls orders, pulling out the crystal framed sunglasses and placing them on her face.

"These are pretty," she mumbled as she took her place once more, standing over Nathalie.

The girl gave a smirk at Janae's words "They better be, from a top Capitol designer they are." Nathalie was never into designer stuff but as she could afford it with her royalty like wage for being a Warrior, so she saw no harm in buying a few crystal sunglasses here and there. Janae gave a silent nod as she turned away from the sun, thankful for the suncream Nathalie had given her use.

After a few moments of silence, Janae was starting to become restless. She decided that if Nathalie was going to treat her like a slave, she was going to have to keep a conversation. "Why do you put that oil on your legs?"

Nathalie gave a little chuckle as she gestured for Janae to move to the side slightly. "Kid, this is a difference between being eliminated and being a victor...men do like a girl who takes care of herself-"

"But I thought you had never been with a man-"

"You want to say that a bit louder Janae?" Nathalie growled, sitting up and glaring at the young girl. The dark haired girl gave a sigh before looking around and making sure no one else was looking. "You don't need to be easy, kid, you just need to make 'em think you are...not the best image but I don't care as long as I am alive." In fact, Nathalie hated it but she knew it must have been working as she ranked in the top few during a recent poll. However, if it was to get out that she had never been with a guy romantically let alone physically, it could ruin everything she had built over the years and making her seem like a fraud. Something so small could lead her to elimination and death.

"I am sorry," Janae mumbled to herself, hanging her head low.

"Whatever, go get me a drink, please-"

"Why can't you get it?" Janae said, a slight growl in her voice that Nathalie had not heard before.

"Because you won't win so you might as well make yourself memorable by serving a future victor!" Nathalie snapped at the brunette haired girl who simply rolled her eyes and followed orders. Janae was one of Nathalie's least favorite servants. She voiced her opinion far too much and unlike most of the children her age, refused to admit that Nathalie was the best there. Even if Nathalie was average in the fighting sector. However, maybe the real reason her and Janae did not get on was because she reminded Nathalie of herself. Janae might have looked like a cute kid but she was capable of being deadly if it was needed. A description that had come to describe Nathalie and something she was not willing to give up to someone else.

Somedays, Nathalie did not even want to be in the Games, some days she did. She never wanted to be a Warrior, neither did she want to be chosen. Her parents only volunteered her to save themselves after her brother's death. Nathalie could not remember her older brother too well, she was only five when he died, and she had never made a move to watch his death either. She wanted to preserve the few memories she had with him. His bright smile and sparkling brown eyes as he taught her how to dance, a hobby she had carried on into her teenage years. She did not want that to be tainted with however he went down. He was killed by a career at only twelve years old and it caused her family to slip into depression, that's all she wanted to know about the matter. She wasn't even sure who killed him.

Maybe that was why she bullied the children of the group, out of envy. They were all heading towards their deaths but why should they be happy? She had become numb to the pain her parents inflicted onto her because they would rather wallow in their self pity that look after her and her younger brothers. However, she could never forgive them. If she won, she would get them back the only way she knew how. She was going to take her little brothers away.

District 5:

Damon Romulus, 16

Nathalie Sibylla, 17

Tributes Mentioned:

Vulcan Omiros, 17

Janae Rayon, 16