AN: I'm pretty disappointed in some of you guys. Not only have you not submitted A SINGLE TRIBUTE, you leave hate mail in my PM inbox. Because I promised to upload a chapter Wednesday night three weeks ago. Well, I uploaded it, and in it I said that I would not be able to upload for a few weeks, due to finals. I didn't even have time to check my inbox for three weeks. Then I realised that there was a glitch and it hadn't uploaded. Sorry guys!

As well, there are at least five hundred views of this thing on fanfiction (not a lot, but still) and I have about 12 tributes. How does that work, especially when almost everyone who submitted a tribute submitted two? WTF GUYS!

Last thing. I am now going to upload only every Sunday, to make chapters longer and better written.

For some reason there is a whore in pretty much every SYOT

Underage drinking was never technically allowed, but nobody ever asked for your I.D at bars, even if you looked about ten. Now, 21 was the legal age, and Leacra wasn't even allowed to sit at a bar. This really sucked, since sitting in bars offering men and even sometimes women her services was her only source of revenue, ever since her mother, whose job was officially a Victor liason, but which consisted of contacting a Victor to tell them who wanted to sleep with them. She herself had lain with Finnick Odair and Brutus. Now it was all Leacra knew. Her life was basically go to a bar at night, then wake up in the morning in a stranger's bed. She would take the money and race home to her one-room apartment, where she'd shower off any crud picked up that night in freezing cold water, then race to the supermarket for her day job being Capitol servants' servant, not that the Capitol servants really did anything. They had no idea how, Avoxes having done work for as long as most people could remember. Now, they had to do some things themselves, like maikng beds, and although they whined loudly, they were none the worse for wear. She hated them.

Leacra hoped that she wouldn't be reaped for the upcoming Games. She knew she probably would, but training never even crossed her mind. She thought, I have nothing better to do with my life, at least I'll be killed honorably. She didn't want to die a silent, unremarkable death, even if she had though about it and had even tried to take her own life several times.


Precious Winter was having the time of her life. She flew around the warehouse, dancing with everyone in sight. She twirled along in that silk blue dress, the one that accented her beautiful blue eyes and flowing blonde hair. She was wearing the little gold "O" necklace, the one that Oscar, her brother, had given her. Precious never thought to count her blessings, but if she did, she would have realised that Oscar was the best brother she could ever hope for. They were the best of friends, almost never squabbling. He was the sexy, popular, handsome young man who was always the life of the party, wore the latest, most flattering clothes, had a girlfriend whose dad was a billionaire, and was Precious's role model. She was his baby, his "Precious" who he had trained in fighting since she was three. They were perfect, a brother and sister pair who were absolutely inseperable.

Precious glanced over at her parents. Satin and Atticus Winter were in deep conversation. They made an odd pair, him with his long face, short spiky dark blue hair, bright hazel blue eyes, a straight nose, a small mouth with thin lips, a French style moustache and a pale skin. He had lots of tattoos, mostly on his arms, legs and on his back. He was always wearing black clothes. On the other hand, Satin had an oval face, long wavy light purple hair, bright almond light purple eyes, a small nose, a small mouth with full lips (lip injection) and a pale skin. She underwent some plastic surgery: buttocks, lips, cheekbones and nose. She also had gems implanted on her skin. She was always wearing bright colours (pink, yellow, orange, green...) Luckily her parents got on well, a housewife and a top adviser of President Snow. They were protective, caring, loving and sweet. Precious was very glad of these things, subconsiously. Her family had sculpted her into the perfect Capitol lady, and she had been working up to the position of Gamemaker. She was aiming for Head, because she had lots of good arena ideas. athletic, adventurous, brave, courageous and sneaky and at the same time careful and discreet. She can explore without being seen. She thought she could very possibly get it, ambitious, determined, hard-working, persistent, energetic and tough. She could be really dangerous sometimes because she had a unique determination. She was ready to do what she has to do to survive when she was in danger. She is true, sincere, generous, honest, smart and a bit shy. What Precious didn't count on was that some people though her moody, and she could be really aggressive, impulsive, vulgar, stubborn and also very b*** sometimes. She was materialistic and superficial because she had been used to it from an early age (she's from the Capitol so, everything is big and luxurious...). Precious was nervous when she's under stress. She has something inside her that pushes her limits and fights with her: love. And, finally, Precious has a great survival instinct. She's not fan of the Annual Hunger Games like most of people in the Capitol but she was forced to watch every single one. But if she knows one thing it's that you don't have to be the best, the stronger or the most powerful to win these Games.

AN: Sorry guys, that one was short, simply being the one to get me back on track. I lost this chapter in the glitch last time. It had 3 more tributes in it, don't worry.

Next Sunday's chapter will be longer, I promise. NOW SEND IN A TRIBUTE!