I got a very interesting pair this time, not something I expected to get but glad to have as part of the group. I hope you have as much fun reading them as I did writing them. One more District, it looks like I might have all the introductions done before University so yay!

I am in a group chat currently with all my housemates at uni and I am so lost XD I have never been a social butterfly and just have no clue what to say. But hey, I am trying ^_^

Enjoy Vulcan and Clarissa from District Eleven.

Vulcan Omiros, District Eleven Male

The cameraman panned across the stage, focusing on all the terrified looking children and their families as they awaited the announcement of the chosen child. To ensure that no mishaps were to occur, the reapings were filmed in advanced and edited to meet the required standards to be broadcasted to the public. Chopping and slicing the footage to make The Capitol seem merciful towards the twenty-three children that would be dead in ten years time. What was distasteful in the eyes of the District was a gift to the camera operators. It allowed them to re-shoot and get the best shots without worrying about what was being shown on screens across Panem.

However, as he panned over to the final family, a child slammed into the camera, pulling it in closer. The dark haired boy with muddy blue eyes smiled with glee through the lens, his two front teeth missing.

"Move it, kid, you fucking up my shot!" the camera operator spat in a thick District Three accent. The boy pouted as he jumped back onto the stage, his mother gripping his arm and pulling him towards the rest of the children.

"Vulcan, please...what would your father say-"

"He likes camera's too!" the small boy whined, standing on his toes as he looked up at his mother. The young woman glanced back at the crowd, hoping to see the face of her hardworking husband, the only man who could control their son. However, as the announcement drew closer, it became clear he had failed to get time off from the plantation.

As the escort made his speech, announcing the chosen girl, Vulcan's mother pulled him close, gripping his shoulder tightly. "I promise we will go for a walk after this is over and done with...if you are an extra good boy, I might even buy you a-"

"And the male tribute is, Vulcan Omiros!" the escort cheered, gesturing towards the curly haired boy who quickly hid behind his mother. As the crowd gave an agitated cheer, Vulcan's mother stood there frozen, her body shaking as they pulled her son away from her tight grip.

10 Years Later...

"I think I am going to call this little guy Lica," Vulcan said towards the camera as he allowed a small red fox to chase around the meat in a sock he had attached to a stick. He allowed a small grin as he watched the little tod leap into the air, twist, and land a few centimeters away from his target. It shook its head, shaking the dust off its fur, setting its sights on the moving sock once more. "Now, this little tod is only a month old, so he is only a cub...Foxes are part of the dog family and their scientific name is Vulpes."

As he spoke, the cub looked at him, cocking his head to the side until he caught sight of the sock again. "If you are wondering why I referred to him as a tod, that is one of the many male names for this creature along with dog fox, the females are simply called vixens." Vulcan reached out his hand to stroke the fuzzy looking fur but when his hand touched the small animal, it let out a little yelp, falling to the ground. It's startled appearance was short lived when Lica caught site of the sock again.

Every time Vulcan looked at an animal like Lica, he wondered what their life was like. A life with no District's, rules or Games, just freedom. Along with this, he wondered how far he could run off into the woods before The Capitol caught up with him. They would someday but how long would he have before the found him and shot him down? Days? Months? Years? Even a few hours would be a strong possibility but would it be worth it? To roll down the hill, to run in the streams, chase rabbits and clamber up the tallest tree's so he could see the whole world. Would it be worth the certainty for capture and death just to be no one for a while?

Vulcan pictured it, a world where he was not Vulcan Omiros from District Eleven, a Warrior. A world where he awoke to fresh air and a beautiful sunrise, where he was just another animal trying to survive and his death would further another creature's existence instead of the entertainment of a nation either too far up their own asses or too frightened to protest. It was true that the boy never excelled in the survival part of training and could not get past finding a few berries and water but it sounded nice, being who he wanted, not what the people who owned him said he was.

"Is that your new pet?" a gruff voice questioned from behind the tree line. Vulcan jumped, making Lica scamper into the bushes. "Sorry-"

"It's fine," Vulcan sighed, throwing the stick down to the ground as Damon slipped out from the shadow of the tree's looking guilty.

"What are you doing?" he asked as Vulcan stood, turning his camera off and packing it away.

"I make small videos about the wildlife around here, to send to my parents...you know, so they get to see some of the world...the nice side of it," Vulcan said through of a ghost of a smile. It was not like what he was doing was against the law, they were a few feet away from the boundary line, it was just advised for their safety that they were not there.

"Huh, I thought you came out here to think about running away or something," Damon laughed, earning a confused look from the dark haired boy as if to say how did you know? "Oh come on dude, that's the most cliche thing you could do out here-"

"Don't you think about sometimes? Running away into the wild and being something other than a warrior? Something more than a prisoner?" Vulcan asked, a dazed smile tugging at his lips as he watched the low sun light up the valley before him.

"What? Dead?" Damon scoffed. Vulcan sighed, glaring at his boyfriend who quickly held his hands up in defense. "Okay, I am sorry," he gasped, following the boy's gaze as he watched a group of ducks flies just above the tree light, silhouetting against the setting sun. "So, are we doing this or not?" Vulcan raised an eyebrow as he looked at the tall male. "Y'know, making a run for it, we only have an hour of sunlight left, we should make it to the treeline before complete darkness arrives...I give it three more hours before they send out a search party then the second it gets light we start moving again-"

"They would catch us and then we would die," Vulcan sighed, disappointed that Damon's plan was flawed.

"Yeah but they will catch us one day anyway, it's if you would rather die out there or in some gladiator style battle." Vulcan seemed to ponder over this before shaking his head.

"I would rather not die a criminal and at least I have a chance in the arena."

"So, if we ain't running off into the sunset and little old Foxface-"

"Lica-"

"Whatever, can we go inside? It's cold." Vulcan looked over to the blonde male with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Can we watch the sunset-"

"Fine!" Damon growled playfully as he sat down on the dusty ground along with Vulcan. "But you are being my pillow," he grunted, leaning his head on the boy's shoulders.

Clarissa Slivia, District Eleven Female

Clarissa dragged her pale, bony hand across the window with defeat. The squeak made drowning out the sound of the children playing outside for a few seconds. Her sunken blue eyes watched with fascination as the older children kicked the ball to each other. Sometimes they would tackle each other to the ground if they got it in the net. It was something the dark haired girl did not understand and most likely never would.

The orphanage doctor told her she would never make it past a year in her state. The constant bullying, stealing of food and illnesses taking a toll on the six-year-old. The disgusted looks she received from hopeful parents making her feel more unwanted than the fact her mother gave her up. She interfered with her mother's "work" and no one wanted to adopt a sickly looking child. Times were tough as it was.

She had become one of the children who were a drain on resources, she would never be adopted and she was on death's door. Even if she went downstairs, there was never any food for her so she stopped attending dinner. Some nights if she got hungry, she would make her way into the kitchen when everyone was in bed and eat scraps out of the bin. As much as she tried to ignore the hunger that tore through her body, the mouth watering smell of a hog roast downstairs made her want to cry. All that would be left for her would be some crackling if she was lucky.

However, unknown to the girl, officials had changed her life forever, turning the greed of her owners into a lifeline for the young girl. So when her door flung open and her name was called, her childish mind could not comprehend the amount her life was about to change.

"I don't think they will even take this one," the large warden grunted as she leads Clarissa into the dining room.

"They said they take any child," the cook replied as she turned the pig carcass over the fire.

"Is there any point of feeding her, though? Not like she will get picked...waste of money if you ask me-"

"The money we would get from even one of these children getting chosen is worth more than we would ever earn...I am not letting this opportunity pass by." The warden grunted in response as she pushed Clarissa over to an empty chair at the large table. All around her were children her age, shoveling the meat they were served into their mouths like someone would take it away. When the attendant came over to her, she smiled down at the weak child.

"Eat all of this and you might become a Warrior she said with glee as she dumped the greasy meat on the pale before Clarissa.

10 Years Later...

Clarissa looked out over the pool of people who stood before her, in the bowed position as they chanted "our Lady Clarissa," it made her smile as the fading sun shone through the cracks in the boarded up windows. The room she was currently in was not a pretty sight but the candles dotted around the room gave it a warm glow.

For nine years these people had worshiped her. Something to do with the sun shining on her when she was chosen, Clarissa did not understand it herself. However, one thing she did know was that she was not about to turn down pretending she was a god. Not when she could use it to her own advantages.

The election was a prime time to use her power. Never being one to agree with the Games in the first place, when a potential president who was willing to abolish the Games and one who wanted to make the bigger than ever came along, she could not let it pass.

So far her false teachings of how Candidate Snow was a demon, sent to ruin Panem, had worked as in every popularity poll so far, Snow had come last. Her preferred candidate, Aurelia Vesta had placed under winning candidate Cassia Moran but she was only a few votes behind. It was exciting to know that someone was so close to ending The Games, as the election was tonight, maybe before Clarissa was forced to compete, she could go home. A thought that made her all fuzzy inside. However, when the door to the building swung open, a skinny looking man named Rai rushing inside, Clarissa's heart sank.

"Coriolanus Snow was admitted to hospital for poisoning," he screamed, the group of supporters in front of Clarissa standing up in shock.

"Is he dead?" Clarissa squeaked, her mind begging for what she feared to not be true.

"No, he will simply suffer mouth and throat sores and had vowed to still run tonight." Clarissa rolled her eyes. Of course, he would. However, when she looked back, her following was looking at her in shock.

"Lady Clarissa, you said that Snow was the one poisoning the candidates...why would someone poisoned themselves?" one woman asked, her Capitol accent cutting through the still air. Clarissa did not know what to say. She had looked deeply into it, her job as a Warrior allowing her to have access to classified information. Everything pointed to Snow, so much so a court would find him guilty. However, Clarissa was not even sure Snow was power hungry enough to subject himself a life of mouth sores to get himself off the hook.

"Do not fall for the demon's tricks, he will burn this country down to the ground, punish the weak and helpless, watching them rot in those god-forsaken arena's while he tends to his garden! Do not let his trickery blind you my followers!" she bellowed, a little more unsure than most days.

The truth was, Clarissa had no idea what she was doing, she was too young to say something back when she was just a child and here she was, seen as some sort of god, brainwashing innocent, confused people to make the world how she wanted. Something that when she thought about it, didn't make her feel any different from Snow.

She sighed as she flopped back down into her chair, one follower running off to get her some water. "Who do they think poisoned him?" Clarissa asked, awaiting the answer she knew she would regret.

"Candidate Aurelia Vesta, Lady Clarissa,"

District Eleven:

Vulcan Omiros-17

Clarissa Silvia-16