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Antoinette Bloodstone

District One Female

Apollostjames

'If money is power, call me queen!"

I look at all the newer recruits scornfully. None of these people would last a moment in the games. Whenever anyone even slightly experienced walks in they stare with unblinking eyes.

I grab a sword, walk over to the dummies and slash. Soon it is nothing more than ribbons. I dream of the day of doing this to another person. Seeing the blood drip down, hearing the screams. What's more, soon my dreams will be reality.

My mother and father have been begging me not to go into the games ever since my brother died.

He was weak and I am not.

When the twist came about many in the district screamed and some even dropped out of training as if they had a chance of being chosen by the academy. I just smiled. I relished the idea of being able to kill even more. I had dreams of them hopping around, defenceless.

After spending a good few hours getting some extra training in, I go to my house.

It has not been my home since I was nine.

My mother and father are both victors but they never wanted me or my brother to go into the games. When my brother died at the hands of the girl from 11 they tried to stop me training. All that did was made me more determined to win. My first plan of action in the games was to kill both from 11.

I changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse. I paint on copcious amounts of eyeliner, but not to look beautiful.

This was my war paint.

Travis Rodgers

District One Male

Shadowking179

"Divide and Conquer combined with stealth and precision always gets the job done"

I fiddle nervously with my necklace, a habit I've been trying to get out of. I shouldn't be nervous, it isn't like I'm the one volunteering. That honour goes to my friend Drake.

The town square is filled with people of Reaping age. Unlike other districts it isn't mandatory for adults to attend and most don't. Half of them are probably getting drunk already.

My brother Mike stands on stage. He was the victor of the 146th Hunger Games. The year before both tributes died at the hands of the 11 male who narrowly missed out on becoming Victor.

Suddenly the chatter drops down to the odd whisper, I look on stage and see the escort take her place on the stage centre. "Hello everybody and welcome to the start of the 150th Hunger Games!" A cheer ripples through the air and the escort has to wait for it to calm down. After that she continues on with her speech and shows us the video.

Then it is time for the selection.

She calls out a name and a random 15 year old begins to walk up on stage, of course, like every year we have a volunteer.

The volunteer looks confident. All I can really tell about her is that her hair exceeds the allowed length of recruits by quite a lot.

No one is meant to have hair below their mid back because in theory it would be easy to grab it and cause a lot of pain during a fight. Some girls keep their hair long anyway and the general motto is that if they're idiotic enough to break rules they deserve a little pain so it isn't too strictly enforced.

The boys name is called out and I turn to Drake, expecting him to volunteer but he has turned pale and he has started to shake. I can't leave the 14 year old kid to go into the games, he'll get massacred!

"I volunteer as tribute!" I yell, only one thought running through my head.

Drake owes me big time.

Ulrich Lockwood

District Two Male

Apollostjames

"The sea awaits you, all you need to do is set sail."

I have a rather unique method of training with my whip. It is a method my mother taught me at a young age. She was almost selected but in the end she lost out to a girl who didn't even win.

First I dip the end of the whip into red dye. This is meant to symbolise blood apparently. I then take it to a dummy and try and slash as many times as I can on one place. When I started the dummies had red lines everywhere but now I have it down to a fine art and I rarely have more than one line.

I walk over to my 3 friends, Sapphire, Radience and Titus and smile at them. I sling my arms around Radience and Titus, trying to ignore my beating heart of having such close contact with him.

Together we walk out of training. For some it would be over for a few weeks but not for me. I had been picked for the games.

Unlike most careers, I understood my chances of coming back were around 4% so I had taken care of my unfinished business.

All except one thing.

I was going to risk regection and tell Travis how I felt. How in a district of sparrows I was a parrot.

Or maybe a slightly less shitty metaphor.

I go into my bedroom and see my one of the twins, probably Balthazar, has laid me out some clothes. Khakis and a button up.

I slipped them on and walkedinto the twin's room to say thanks. It was empty but like usual one half was clean and tidy and the other looked like a bomb had exploded in it.

Balthazar had Autism and if one thing was out of place he could have a meltdown.

I often thanks my lucky stars he was born in Two and wouldn't have to go into the games. The twins had started training about two years ago and whilst Xerxes was quite good at everything Balthazar was terrible.

Unlike most families we didn't walk to the Reaping together. I assumed everyone had gone and I left the house, not knowing if this would be the last time I saw it.

Sieara Ronans

District Two Female

Nightcat

"You will lose 100% if you don't try"

For the past year everything has been about my sister.

"Oh you got an A on your test. That's nice. Your sister won the Hunger Games!"

I get that what she did was amazing but did every little thing have to be compared.

I wasn't the best in my class. The trainers looked at me pityingly when they told me I wouldn't be the official volunteer.

I didn't care. I was going in anyway. I wouldn't be compared to my sister a minute longer.

The whole week before the Reaping I was in a state of nervous excitement. Finally I would be as good as my sister. Or I would die trying.

I was in the town square before anyone else. When everyone was here our escort, a thin woman who looked like she had been caught by a rainbow having an orgasm stepped onto the stage.

She went through the same speech she did every year so I mostly zoned out. She pulled out the name of a random 15 year old and before anyone else could react I volunteered. The girl who was meant to be volunteering looked ready to throw a tantrum but the rule was the person who volunteered first won.

It seemed that for once in my life that I had achieved something.

Why did it have to be this?

Blake Harley

District Three Male

ChillyIce

"It isn't that I want to win. I want to go home and I would do anything to get back to my brothers."

Sometimes I wish that I was an only child. I have four brothers and sometimes I joke that it's four too many. Sometimes I'm not joking.

Despite it being Reaping day I'm still working my normal factory shift. When I was 16 my mother left this world after a long battle with illness. A month later we found my dad hanging from a tree.

To be more exact my 6 year old brother found him.

I try to resent him for being so selfish but sometimes I wish I was the one to think of the idea.

We live with our Grandparents now but Grandpa is deaf and Grandma has arthritis so neither can really work so I got lumped with the job of supporting us.

Since Conall turned 15 and was able to begin working shifts the money situation has been better and we aren't going hungry anymore but we're still wearing clothes from 3 years ago. It isn't so bad for my brothers since they can wear hand me downs but I'm stuck in jeans that come right round my ankle.

My shift was only a half one so soon I am out of the factory and walking home.

My Grandmother greets me and tells me to be quiet since 'Grandpa is having a nap.' When I'm old, I hope I never take that many naps. He seems to be forever sleeping.

Like most people in 3 I don't really have enough outfits to change for the Reaping and it would add time onto the weekly wash so I settled on staying in my green polo and black pants. They are the longest I own and the only things that actually fit me.

The 'family' walks together in two groups, those who are Reaping age and those who aren't. Me and Conall are given the task of comforting Harley.

I hope I wasn't that whiny at 12.

Rosabel Atkinson

District Three female

ChillyIce

"I would apologise but that would require me to be actually sorry which I find impossible."

I am a sociopath.

I guess it should bother me but it doesn't.

My 'friends' are all around me crying and being all annoying so I morph my features into those of kindness and comfort them. I've mostly chosen them because they are gullible and easy to manipulate but they can be quite funny sometimes.

Sort of like little pets.

I also picked them because the were rich.

I subtly slip my hand into-I think it was Lisa's pocket and pull out a few coins. I would be able to buy something nice with that.

Finally the chattering stopped and an escort walked on stage.

"Rosabel Atkinson!"

I guess I should feel something like sadness so I let a few tears drop but inside I feel... exhilarated. It almost feels like the thrill I get from theft.

I walk up onto the stage and wait for the male to be called.

Id seen him around the District a few times and I knew his parents were dead. He'd probably be easy to manipulate.

I put on a false smile and I squeeze his hand reassuringly.

Inside I am smirking.

Isolde Prescot

District Four Female

Apollostjames

"Winning isn't everything. It's the only thing"

Ever since I was a child I knew it would be my destiny to go into the games. Neither my mother nor my father was a victor yet my father expected me to be one.

My siblings were the only people that understood me. My friends were all fighting for the same spot but they because they wanted to. Up until I was 10 I hated the idea of killing.

Then, I watched my first Hunger Games. From the second to the gong rang till the final death I was enraptured. The adventure, the fast pace and yes. The blood.

It stirred something in me and up until I was 15 all I cared about was training and occasionally seeing my friends.

When I met Carter everything changed yet again. He was the only one who could challenge my beliefs and I love him for it.

He may be the only non family person I truly feel affection for.

I walk to the target section and run my fingers across the bows, loving the cool, smooth wood feel. I picked up an arrow and notched it. I pulled back and like normal hit the bullseye.

Perfect.

Soon training was over seeing as the Reaping cut it short.

I met Carter walking out and I jumped onto his back: not an easy feat seeing as I was only 5" 6 and he was 6" 3. He smiled and hugged me. My heart beat as hard as the day we met and I smiled, savouring the moment. The only one we'd have for the next few months.

"I have something for you." He said in his normal deepish voice. He reached into his pocket and handed me a plain silver ring.

We called them promise rings.

I willed myself not to cry, Isolde Prescot did not cry!

"Thank you!" I managed to choke out. I hugged him again and we went our separate ways, me cradling the ring.

I made a beeline to me bedroom and changed into a floaty green dress and shoved on a pair of flats. I fixed my hair into a bun and did my makeup. I looked at my promise ring, still close to crying and smiled viciously at my self in the mirror.

I will win this thing.

Ian Shark

District Four Male

Yogy2406

"Just stay safe..."

Many people laughed at my name. It wasn't exactly what you'd call common yet I was probably the most common guy you'd meet in 4.

My father was a fisherman and my mother was an escape artist.

Like most in Four I was pretty well trained. In fact I was the top recruit really.

Or to put it more clearly: I'm the top recruit that didn't back down after hearing the quarter quell.

Everyone was standing in the square and the noise level was unbearable.

In fact... it almost sounded like dogs barking. I shook my head to clear the thoughts. Since the accident I could hear dogs everywhere I went and it was getting both tiring and scary.

The Escort stepped on stage and I had to resist the urge to shudder. Even if you could ignore the fact she was bright blue the shark head hat was still extremely tacky.

You'd have thought that 4 would get good escorts being a career district and all but nooooo! We had to get shark hat lady!

After the long ass speech Shark Lady pulled out a 12 year old but like normal we had a volunteer.

Shark Lady seemed to be doing everything in slow motion. She put her hand in the males box and pulled out a boy about a year younger that me. I think his name was Carter. An audible gasp came from the girl but she seemed to go back to normal once I volunteered.

Ouch.

I got on stage and shook hands with the girl.

Then it all made sense.

I was going to have to fight an engaged girl.

And here are the first four districts! Who was your favourite character? Who was your least favourite? And why?

Oh my godddddd out!