Three more left and I have already started writing District Ten! I really hope I can get the Warrior introductions done by the 17th when I move in. I will still continue like I said but at times, I might need to vanish for a while as, you know, University. It get easier after this and I have some cool things planned.

Anyway, we have Tore and Janae from District Nine today, enjoy.

Tore Dante, District Nine Male

"Tore!" his mother shouted as she watched him dangle from the roof of the flour mill. Tore did not want to panic her but he had to admit he was starting to lose his grip. He glanced down at his mother's pained face and frowned. The woman was usually too high to think straight, it was just typical that she would now decide to be a mother. Or maybe that was because he was late for the choosing of the warrior. Well, he was not late, per-say, he just refused to take part and decided to try and climb the mill instead. The instructor and children watched in awe, expecting to see their first death.

"Save my son!" his mother wailed, causing the boy to roll his eyes in disbelief. Deciding that he did not really fancy death at the young age of five, Tore did something he had not attempted before. He pulled himself up, so his chin was resting on the edge of the roof before pushing off with his feet and flipping himself onto it. It was not the most graceful thing, in fact, he almost fell through the rusty old metal. However, when he glanced down, the audience he had gathered were cheering him on, the instructor noting something down on his pad.

10 Years Later...

Tore pressed the cigarette to his lips, the fiery tip lighting up the dull dawn. As he pulled it away from his face, flicking the hot ash onto the grubby ground below, he blew out a funnel of smoke, watching it twirl into the navy sky. He was in the part of The Capitol no one saw, a few forgotten back roads of boarded-up shops and weeds growing through every crack available. This part of The Capitol was the part they wanted no one to see, the part that showed they were no different from the Districts. The only real difference was, first of all, the shops would not be closed down back in Nine, a few buckets were enough to deal with the leaky roof. And secondly, there was no need for a tanning salon anywhere else but The Capitol. The people of The District's got tanned from their hard work.

However, Tore was not here to spot the differences between his home and The Capitol, he was here to impress a girl. Tore developed an interest towards Coutille when he was just ten years old but every advance he had made was met with quick rejection. Flowers and chocolate just did not work with Coutille, but maybe information would.

Coming from a hard working family, it was a struggle to adjust to life as somewhat royalty, so Tore got a part time job. Just a simple job, cleaning the floors of the presidential mansion, something usually reserved for Avox's. Thankfully, the late president had a thing for Tore so he was permitted to stay. He was never fired, even after her death, maybe they saw no point in cutting a boy loose who would be leaving in a few weeks anyway. However, this job allowed him access to information, most people could only dream of hearing.

Most secrets were small and tragic, like the late President's instants on wearing thongs even in her old age or candidate Snow's cross-dressing fetish. Not worth spreading but still enough to bring some sort of twisted joy to Tore's life. However, for the first time, Tore had heard something that was not some embarrassing secret. Something that could be innocent or backed by malicious intent. A meeting between Snow and the Presidential house representative, two that should not be meeting until after the results of the upcoming election. It was a long shot but Tore saw a silver lining in the danger if it managed to impress Coutille.

When he heard the hushed voices of someone just around the corner, Tore threw the unfinished cigarette to the floor and dived behind a rust old dustbin. The sound of his ankle length, leather coat ripping making him flinch. However, he managed to stay silent as house representative, Fields Macro, and Coriolanus Snow rounded the corner. They walked until they were at the end of the alleyway before Fields pulled out a small piece of paper. "The results, like you asked," he said with a shaky tone.

Coriolanus took the sheet from Fields and frowned. "I am last," he said dryly, clearly expecting a different response from the public. "How did Aurelia Vesta come before me?" he growled, passing it back to a guilty looking Fields.

"Well, people think you are poisoning the other candidates-"

"Then change it!" he bellowed, making the more powerful man shake with fear.

"It is out of my power, sir," he gulped, making Snow shake his head in disappointment. He paced around the alleyway until he stopped his eyes lighting up as a snake like a smile snaked across his face.

"Tell me, is there an antidote to the poison I am using?" Snow asked, stroking his graying facial hair. Fields gave a slow nod.

"If it is administered in time, yes-"

"Perfect, now, here is what I want you to do," Snow said with a slight chuckle. As he told Fields his plan, Tore was starting to feel sick. He was expecting something small like a weakness in the Arena, not the words that fell out of Snow's mouth. As the men said their goodbyes and parted ways, Tore was on the verge of tears, he was far out of his depth.

Janae Rayon, District Nine Female

"Breakfast!" her mother bellowed through the house, quickly followed by the screams of six excited children. A large smile shone on Janae's face as she ran for the door, being the closest. However, as her hand landed on the door handle, her older brother grabbed her and tossed her to the side. She was passed to her five siblings, each one pushing the six year old away, snarling at her like it was her fault.

Once they had vanished into the house, Janae toddled after them, determined not to get the dregs of the porridge pot again. However, when she clambered onto her seat at the table, her siblings were already shoveling thick, warm porridge down their throats. Her mother sighed as she scraped the last dregs from the pot and placed them in the girl's bowl. The burnt bits from the bottom of the pan floating around at the top.

"After that, I want you two to get dressed for the testing," their father said sternly, pointing to Janae and her older sister.

Her seven-year-old sister smiled with her mouthful, some porridge trickling out of the corners of her mouth. "It's not like either of us are going to get picked-"

"We get a money for offering you both up, it does not matter if you both get rejected, the money is what is important."

10 Years later...

Janae Rayon slowly opened her puffy eyes, her head heavy and the world spinning around her. A green haired man looked down at her and rolled his eyes and moved out of view to be replaced by Annabella, giving a soft smile. Janae went to open her mouth but it felt swollen, only a small string of saliva trickling past her enlarged lips.

"It's okay, it was just a bee sting-" Annabella squeaked, clearly freaked by the puffy faced girl.

"I think she knows that," another girl hissed. Janae turned her head to the side to see Nathalie, her arms crossed and looking unimpressed.

"Ha, if you had not insisted on fresh honey we wouldn't even be here-"

"Why you even here, Annie?" Nathalie snapped, raising a brow at the girl.

"I was the one who found her, I am not going to just leave her, why are you?"

"I ain't going to let my best slave be killed by some bee-"

"Slave you disgust me." Nathalie was about to protest when Janae raised her arm before slamming it into the bed. Hushing the girls. Janae looked up at the two with bloodshot, grey eyes, begging for them to stop. The two girls gave her a nod and fell silent.

The green haired doctor appeared by her side again, disappointment written on his face. "You are on the mend, one more hour and the toxins should be out of your system...just keep away from the bee's in the arena," he sighed before leaving the three girls alone.

Janae gave a defeated sigh as she looked up at the ceiling, her breathing still labored. She knew she had what she needed to win, the skill, the mentality and she was far smarter than she seemed.

She never truly felt like she knew her place until she was chosen to be a warrior and placed in stealth. It was not the most exciting skill to be placed in but Janae felt it suited her well. Everything she did had a hidden motive. Her loyalty to Nathalie was not loyalty at all, it was more to find out the girl's weakness'. She played to her child-like looks, acting like the sweet girl who would fall down in the bloodbath. Maybe it came from a deep rooted desire to prove herself due to coming from a family with five older siblings. Her life from the day she was born was to direct her parent's attention away from them. Sadly, Janae grew up until she was chosen feeling like a loser like she was worthless. Her parents did not even want her. That is why they gave her away.

So, to know that all her training and talent could go to waste because of a simple bee angered her. One was fine but if she was to be attacked more than a few times, without medical help, she would be dead or at least unable to fight. In fact, it did not anger her, it frightened her, making her stomach turn in ways she not think was possible.

Annabella must have noticed the tears forming in the fifteen-year-old's eyes as she frowned and asked what hurt in a concerned voice. Annabella was not one of the popular girls but she was always nice to Janae when everyone else put her down to nothing more than a child.

"I am fine, just startled," Janae managed to croak out. She also attempted to form a weak smile but her enlarged lips stayed in the same position. She couldn't spend her days being the sweet kid, Nathalie's slave or the girl who was allergic to bee's, otherwise, she was going to be eliminated. She needed to prove her worth in the upcoming training session. She needed to prove her skill to the world.

District Nine:

Tore Dante, 15

Janae Rayon, 16