Thank you very much to calebbeers21 for both Angelica and Rufus! I hope this chapter is to your liking.

Angelica Willow, 17

District Seven Female

I sigh and roll around in my bed tiredly. Great. It's the Reaping today, I just love them. Shaking my head I get up and stroke my fingers through my currently frizzy, dark blonde hair. Why did the Capitol have to be so fucking stupid? Not bothering to even turn my light on, I walk over to my drawer and take out the clothes I feel like I want to wear. What should I wear, anyway? I throw a white T-shirt, ripped jeans and a torn leather jacket onto the bed and walk back over to it. It might be a good idea to flip the light switch. I shrug and turn the lights on, flinching when the light hits my eyes. Ugh.

At least I'm fully awake now. I quickly change into the clothes I threw and look into the mirror. I run my fingers down the length of my back, trying to feel the scars that painted a canvas on my body. Yep, still not much better. I sit at the foot of my bed, thinking about life. I mean, I usually am not that kind of person, but people do strange things when they're wasting time, right?

I snicker to myself in disdain as that last thought crosses my mind. Does it matter much anyway? I come from a very rebellious family – My father was the lead rebel in the District, and I used to help him deliver messages and carry out small errands. Then, one day a year ago? Boom. I was caught, whipped, raped… And then my father and brother were killed. Right in front of me, by the Peacekeepers. They're so great at keeping the peace when they're the reason there is no peace.

What does it matter to dwell on it anyway? Sure, I may have changed, the scars on my back are proof of that, but at the core I've still remained by true, spunky self, even if I am traumatized. I've been told that if I were caught doing any more rebellious activities, I'll meet the same fate as my father, James and my brother, Will. That's really not what I have in mind, so I'm keeping quiet for the time being.

I stride over to my bedroom door, opening it in one quick push. The smell of the food leads me right into the kitchen where my mother, Arya, is flipping over one last pancake. My twin sisters Zoe and Sophie are sitting in their chairs, crumbs all over their face. I flip my hair over my shoulder and sit in the only open seat, which, unfortunately, is right next to Zoe. "Good morning, Mom." I say nonchalantly as I stare at the golden deliciousness on the pan in front of her. Since when could we afford to buy all the ingredients to have them? Not that I'm complaining. "Am I going to be going to the Reaping on an empty stomach?"

Arya turns to glare at me and places the food on a plate and passes it to me, not saying a word. Ever since her husband and son had died she'd always been like this. She wouldn't speak, not even to yell at me. Zoe, crazy as always, sees that I have something edible in front of me and squeals, grabbing for it. "Mine! Angie, that's mine!" I roll my eyes and scoot as far away from her as possible, just so that she can't steal my food. Both she and Sophie are only 5.

"Are you sure?" I ask rhetorically, twisting my fork around in the air. Zoe grabs the air near it and I place the bite in my mouth. She pouts and I quickly give her a little just so she doesn't decide to cry and cause trouble for everyone.

"Yay! More?" Zoe asks, knowing that I won't give her any. I shake my head and give her my orange juice instead.

"I know how much you love juice. Why don't you have that instead?" Zoe looks at the orange liquid sadly and shakes her head.

"Why don't you drink?" She asks, and I shrug.

"I don't like it. That's why I always give it to you."

Zoe smiles and accidentally knocks over the cup, making it spill all over Sophie. The girl with the juice all over her quickly stands, almost falling over, and runs to the bathroom. I look up to see Arya shaking her head and wiping off the mess with a dirty towel. I get up, making sure to not shake the table, and follow Sophie. Although I like to show myself to the rest of the District as a huge flirt, inside my home I don't care about withholding my image.

Entering the bathroom I see Sophie naked in the corner with her stained clothes piled on the floor. I pick them up and rub Sophie on the head. "You okay?"

She nods. "Yeah. Zoe always drops things on me. She dropped juice, and food, and-" I nod along, not really listening. I tune in again near the end of her rant, when she says "Angie? Can you tell her to stop? It's always." I nod. Sophie always gets on my nerves, she always asks me this. Can't she ask her own twin to stop herself? I doubt Zoe purposefully drops stuff anyway, she's just clumsy.

"Go change." I stand and, holding Sophie's hand, go back to the kitchen where Arya stands near the sink washing off the stained towel. I sit back at my seat where I find a bar of chocolate, and have to keep myself from gasping. Chocolate? First pancakes, then chocolate? I grab it before Zoe can notice it and stuff it in my pocket for later. Maybe the candy will keep me company while I wait outside in the stagnant air.

"Mom? Zoe? Sophie? Come on, we need to head to the Reaping now." Sophie clings to my arm, whining.

"Do we have to sissy? It's boring." I nod, my irritated mood getting worse.

"It's not like it's my choice. Hurry up. Zoe! Come here!" Zoe skips over to me and hugs me around the knees, giggling. I crack a smile and open the front door, feeling the cool gust of wind blowing over me. "It'll be fine," I tell them, but of course they don't know the true meaning of the Reaping or the nature of the Games. It will only be a matter of time before they do.

Rufus Ash, 18

District Seven Male

Fuck, the Capitol is so stupid. Why the hell did they think it's a good idea to send innocent children into the Games? How did they even come up with that?

I glower and look around the stupid shack on the stupid, dead grass and the stupid, faceless people walking about glumly. It's not that District Seven is a rich district, it's just that… Well, I don't exactly have a home. Nor parents. At least I don't have to live in an orphanage.

I quickly rise and examine the shed I've used as my living quarters for the past few night. I should probably leave before the people who live in the nearby home find me and get the Peacekeepers to kill me, like they did with my parents. This place isn't the most sanitary, but it's still much better than rotting in some grave or something underground.

I stride out of the shed, blade in my hand in case something happens. It is quiet all around, and so it must be okay. I walk out and onto the street towards the Square for the Reaping. Not that it's my choice, of course, but I don't need to get shot for something so irrelevant. I'm most likely not going to be Reaped, and it's not like I know anyone anyway. I throw the knife towards the general direction of the place where I slept last night, figuring that I might as well stay there again tonight, too.

Of course, if it weren't for the Capitol I would definitely be in a better predicament than this. It's because of them that my mother and father had to steal to live. It's because of them that the Peacekeepers executed them in front of the whole District to resend the message, the message that you either listen to them or you die. Without them I wouldn't have to live out alone on the streets, fighting for my every breath. And if they were to give a single fuck about the Districts, there is no way that I would have had to resort to selling drugs and then, as punishment, have my hand cut off. Especially since it was the Peacekeepers ordering them, and when I delivered, it was time to say good-bye to my right hand. At least they didn't know I'm left-handed.

I can rant on and on about the stupid atrocities the Capitol commit on a day to day basis, but that wouldn't be too fun, now, would it? I'm no stranger to death, and I'm not afraid to let my opinions be known. Let them know that the Districts won't lie down on their bellies waiting for the guillotine, and that they will fight for their freedom. I hope.

It's only a matter of time before I reach the Peacekeeper's tent where they register everyone, and I was about five minutes late. While the mayor went on and on with his speech, the Peacekeeper harshly stung my finger with his syringe and glopped by blood onto the sheet. He then quickly raises his gun and puts it to my head before I can move. "You know it's legal to kill you for being late to the Reaping, especially if you're of age to get Reaped?"

I freeze and stare at where I imagine his eyes to be behind that huge mask of his, but then he hears something on his radio. "Oh, really? Already in Five? Two deaths will definitely spark something." He nods and turns back to me angrily. "Guess what? The President saved you, for some odd reason. Probably in one of her kinder moods." He shakes his head. "Go, before I ignore her orders and shoot you on the spot." I walk away and flip the middle finger in the air behind at me, hoping that a bullet won't find its way into my head. Thankfully, it didn't.

I reach the 18-year old section of the Square just as the video begins playing. I tune it out, imagining the burning buildings on the screen being the Capitol's instead of the District's. Sooner than later, it finally ends and the escort walks onto the stage delicately. The woman seemed to be very young, and was short and skinny with a short, pink bob cut and green eyeshadow. Her style was definitely less outrageous than other escorts I've seen in the past, but she was still a Capitolian all the same. Smiling, she reaches for the microphone. "I figured that this year, as it is a Quarter Quell, we might as well betray tradition. So let's start with the boys!"

She puts her dainty hand into the bowl and slowly picks out a slip from somewhere in the bowl. "Rufus Ash? Do we have a Rufus Ash?"

Well, this is definitely great. They're probably angry at me for all the things I've done in the past and rigged the Reaping. That's why I just love the Capitol. A Peacekeeper briskly walks towards me, trying to escort me to the stage. I see that he's the one from earlier, the one who tried to shoot me, and so I approach him and punch him straight in the face before storming toward the stage. I climb the steps and, once I'm in position, spit at the pink-haired escort. She cringes away from me and runs to the female bowl. Bitch. The girl picks a random slip from the bowl before quickly reading out the name. "Angelica Willow! Come on!" The crowd of people in the 17-year old section part to reveal a scared looking, tall girl with dark blonde hair. After about a second, she unfreezes and confidently strides toward the stage, winking at the cameras surrounding her. When she reaches the stage, she smiles and waves at the crowd. So she's trying to get sponsors, eh? I'll definitely ruin that game for her, whether I try or not.

The escort smiles and waves to the audience. "Okay District Seven! Your tributes to represent you guys are Angelica Willow and Rufus Ash! Capitol." She glances at the cameras. "Don't forget those names!" She leans in closer to Angelica and says quietly, "Good luck." The sight is quite hilarious, especially since Angelica is much taller and prettier than the escort.

Peacekeepers arrive and show us to the Justice Building, where we are to say our final good-byes. It's not like I have anybody left, though, so I sit on the floor beside the couch trying to figure out what to do. I'll just show the Capitol what I'm really made of. Handicaps don't mean everything! Using my one hand, I reach into my dirty pocket and pull out a tattered photo of my family. It's not like I remember them, but I do want to have them with me. After all, they are the only ones who loved me.

Arianna Marlin

Head Gamemaker

I sit at the desk in a private office, trying to get through District Four's security. Damn it, what have they done there? If they're trying to rebel… No. I'm in much bigger threat than the random people in the District.

My son, Krys, is taking some days off because he had recently been diagnosed with cancer and Caroline didn't care. So, I've been taking over his position, trying my best not to alert Caroline of his absence. Let's just say I'm absolutely terrible at this job. I excel more at biology and actual science than coding. After typing in several more useless commands, I put my head down on the table, in thought. If she or anyone else besides Krys and I figured out, we're both dead. If there are any problems with the Quarter Quell…

Don't think like that. He'll be back tomorrow, and hopefully he can get past this firewall right away. For now, I need to get myself updated on how the arena is going. I stand, leaving the system on, and right when I reach the door I hear a knock. Oh no.

"Arianna? I know you're in there." The voice feels like a chill and I stand, frozen. Fuck no.

Yeah, I'm probably going to begin adding random POV's from other non-tribute people just so that a story line separate from the actual story can begin :) Yay... On another note, I know that was very short but I just wanted to write something brief on what was even happening. You know.

This time, about my inactivity... You know how I said I finally have motivation? I wasn't sure if I was going to at first, but I made a blog for this story! It's a really shitty format, but at least it's easy to read... Here is the link below.

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Maybe tell me your opinions? I know it's not the best, but it still took me a while to make everything readable, haha.

Eight Reapings completed, four more to go! Although I no longer have a blog to write and I do have motivation, my parents are now making me take online classes. So my free time on weekdays is completely stripped, yay -.-

I did not write Angelica correctly. At all. I feel as if I over did Rufus, but since both tributes are from the same submitter (;p) hopefully you don't mind too much! I'll write them better as I connect with them more, I promise...!

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chocolate chip homicide- It's all good! About the reviewing, I mean. I just want to know that people are reading. Also, about your review for District One, the whole part where Joseph complains about Alex is supposed to tell more about his personality than anything against her. Haha.

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