Author's Note: YAY! Another reaping! I hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter. I want to post this quickly because I posted the newest chapter this morning and discovered that I have 3 more districts! I am so sorry it's been taking me so long to update. You guys have been amazing. For info about tributes, sponsorship points or getting sponsorship points, go back to the previous chapter and read the really long author's note. I still need tributes! I have 4 followers! YAY! Please follow/favorite/review/submit a tribute! Thank you guys for reading! Thank you BellaBiz2003 for answering my question about Wiress and for submitting a bloodbath tribute! And BellaBiz2003 now has 240 sponsorship points. Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, though I wish I did. *sigh*Suzanne Collins has me there.

District 1

Luster Roxen

Age 21

"Come on, Luster," Cashmere's voice drifted up the stairwell. "The Quarter Quell twist was already announced and we have to help you prepare for the games." Ugh. Gloss and Cashmere. The brother and sister duo who won back-to-back hunger games. Mom and Dad always wanted me to follow in their footsteps. I was urged to volunteer the first year I was eligible, but I chose to keep training. The Quarter Quell means that I will likely be going into the games because most of the victors from 1 have deceased parents and were either an only child or they have a deceased sibling. Sadly, Dad died of a heart attack during Cashmere's games, but Mom is still alive.

I meet up with Gloss and Cashmere at the front door. We go around the houses in the Village and I see a practice area set up.

"We got the supplies from the Academy," Gloss mutters into my ear. "Cashmere and I set it up."

"Whoa," I breathe. It was crazy. There were targets, a variety of weapons from knives to axes, dummies were scattered, a sparring mat, and a climbing wall.

"Come on," Cashmere urged, offering me my preferred weapon: throwing knives. "Get started." I accept the offered weapon, spin around, and sink it deep into the eye of one of the dummies. Cashmere continues to hand me knives and I throw them at fatal spots. I know over 100 ways to kill somebody with my fingers. Gloss walks up to me and interrupts the sequence of knives. He tosses me a short sword and we begin to fight. I get him on his back in less than a minute with my sword pressed against his throat.

"You are a good fighter, little sis," Gloss admits. "But not good enough." He barely moves, but I am on my back with him on top of me, his sword pressed against my throat. Why does Gloss always beat me when we spar with swords?

"This time, let's spar with daggers," I suggest. Gloss laughs. Before he can realise what is happening, I have him on the ground with a dagger against his throat. Gloss never learned that I am always armed, whether with daggers, or another weapon.

"Well played, little sis, well played," he agrees. Pride encases me. I beat my brother, finally. Cashmere gives me a lopsided grin.

We jump into climbing, swimming, identifying plants, and avoiding things such as thrown weapons(while swimming and climbing as well). They are all things I don't excel at, though I am pretty good at climbing. All too soon, I have to go to bed. My muscles ache from all the things I did today.

Hale Stone

Age 19

Life is terrible. My father and uncle hate each other, yet I really like my uncle. Tomorrow, I have a high chance of being reaped because of the Quarter Quell. Platinum, my father, was supposed to volunteer one year, the last year he was eligible, but Uncle Gaius volunteered early. My father never got over that, especially when Gaius made it out alive, and life got even worse for him when Mom died giving birth to me. Now he hates all his relatives that are still alive.

Getting reaped couldn't be good, but there are plenty of Victors in 1, along with a ton of relatives. Dad heads to bed after the Quarter Quell announcement is over. I follow right behind. It takes a while to get to bed, especially with Dad's tossing and turning in the other room.

Luster

"Come on Cashmere, we're going to be late," I urge my sister from the hallway. I'm not really allowed in my siblings' rooms. I leave her house and go to Gloss'. "Gloss, come on, get up."

Earlier this morning, I got up and dressed in a white knee-length dress with tank top straps with a grey belt around my waist. I pulled my hair into a high side ponytail and headed downstairs to make breakfast. After that, I had to persuade Cashmere and Gloss to get up. They refused, at first, but I got Gloss up and moving. Since Cashmere was still asleep, Gloss and I decided to dump a bucket of water on her head.

Outside, we filled up a tub and carried it into Cashmere's bedroom. After we got into position, Gloss counted down from three. On one, we dumped the tub on Cashmere's head. She sat up and surveyed the room. When she spotted Gloss holding the tub we had used, she growled. Her face turned red and she pounced on Gloss. He stepped back and fought Cashmere off. Cashmere managed to pin Gloss to the ground. Gloss began to struggle, but Cashmere kept him from getting up. I grabbed the half-empty tub of water that was forgotten, and I poured it on Cashmere. She looked up at me and shrieked from the cold water. I race out the bedroom door, with Gloss right behind me. Cashmere had forgotten about Gloss when I poured the water on her. We ended up outside and hurried to hide behind the house. Cashmere burst out the door and looked around. She must have seen nothing, so she went back inside, and Gloss made the idiotic decision to follow her. She turned back around, spotted Gloss, and charged. I ran away from the two of them to avoid being attacked.

When I found a tree behind the house, I climbed up and perched on a branch. Gloss and Cashmere wrestled for about a minute before Gloss was pinning a struggling Cashmere, but Cashmere was gaining ground. I realized I should say something, so I call out "We should get ready for the reaping, and it wouldn't be good for two Victors to show up like that. Both of them were covered in dirt and wearing ripped pjs. They looked up at me and decided I was right. Abruptly, they nodded at each other and started making their way towards me. Cashmere grinned and began to climb up to the branch I was perched on. She reached up and pulled me down. Gloss caught me as I fell and began to carry me inside of his house. My sister was already inside, doing something. Suddenly, Gloss carried me into the bathroom where the bathtub was filled with ice. Why did my brother have to drop me into a tub of ice? I immediately hopped out before I could even feel the ice and push Gloss in. We(my sister and I) hold Gloss in the cold tub as he fights back.

Mom comes in, tired and bedraggled, expecting an empty tub that she can wash in to get ready for the reaping. She spots Cashmere and I holding Gloss in the tub of ice and explodes. "Cashmere, Luster, why are you guys holding your brother down in a tub of ice? It's reaping day and you should be getting ready."

"Sorry, Mom," I apologize in a pleading voice. "Gloss did it to me first, and I wanted vengeance."

"Go clean up and get ready for the reaping, all of you, without attacking each other again," Mom directs. "Oh, and Cashmere and Gloss, why are your pjs ripped and dirty?"

"We… it's a long story," Cashmere answers. The three of us head our separate ways to get ready. I go to another bathroom to freshen up, while Cashmere and Gloss both head to their respective rooms in their own houses.

Mom meets me in Cashmere's kitchen and we eat the breakfast I made that had been long forgotten. Cashmere barely gets any, but Mom manages to save some from going into my stomach. Once we finish, I get the job of banging on Gloss' door while we wait outside. He stumbles out almost immediately and we make our way(in silence) to the square. Gloss and Cashmere have to go and sit with the rest of the Victors and the mayor, while those eligible for the reaping(Mom and I included) have to stand in a roped off area on stage next to the reaping balls, and there is also a roped off area for the boys next to the reaping balls. Our escort, Clariona, announces the stupid cheesy video we have to watch every year, about the dark days and why we have the hunger games.

Now, it's time for the reaping. "Like always," Clariona announces. "Ladies first." Her hand reaches into the ball and plucks one of the many slips of paper out. Afterward, she goes up to the microphone and announces…

Hale

When I get downstairs, Dad is already cooking. When he is done cooking breakfast, we inhale it.

I know that Gaius won't visit us. We'll see him at the reaping. Dad heads out the door, and I follow right behind in a blue leather jacket over a black v-neck and black jeans, with black tennis shoes.

The stupid finger-prick hurts, and we are directed to the stage. The girls are in one roped-off area, and the guys in another. Gaius and all the other Victors, along with the mayor, have seats to the side of the stage. Clariona plays the familiar video about the dark days and why we have the hunger games.

"Like always," Clariona announces after the video ends. "Ladies first." Her hand grabs a slip from the girls' reaping bowl and steps up to the microphone. "Luster Roxen." That's Cashmere and Gloss' little sister. She steps up and nobody bothers to volunteer. Clariona moves on to the boys. I tune everything out and focus on coming out of the Games a Victor. The boy participating from District 1 in the 75th annual hunger games is… "Hale Stone," our escort announces. I can't believe I'm going into the games. Not even Dad wants to take my place. We shake hands, and Luster seems to be trying to break mine. I don't really have the inclination of fighting back.

We are herded into the Justice Building for goodbyes. Dad comes in and says "Show Gaius, and win. I'll be so proud of you if you win."

Nobody else visits. Figures. Nobody really likes me.

I board the train a little while later. Gloss, Cashmere, Luster, Gaius, Clariona, and the other district 1 Victors are already watching the reaping recaps.

Luster

"Luster Roxen." Cashmere and Gloss will be so happy. I hope. Mom will, at least. The chance to have 3 Victors that are all from the same family. Wow. My siblings are more protective of me. I want them to want me to go into the games, but they probably don't. I shake hands with the boy who got reaped, Hale Stone, while squeezing his hand so tightly it might explode. Now that would be funny.

We are herded inside for the goodbyes.

Mom bursts in the door, her arms outstretched. "Another Victor," she breathes. She embraces me, but I give little affection back. My mother always wanted me to go into the games, but I never volunteered and I was never reaped. I know she just wants another Victor in the family. Ugh.

Citrine came in. I never know what to expect around my best friend. Sometimes she is passive, or sad(rarely), or angry, or funny, or seductive, or being a awesome best friend, or being the best fighter at the Academy. Today, she is clearly sad. I put my hand on her shoulder as a reassurance and she twists around.

"Win," Citrine hisses. "You better win or I will go back into that arena and kill you again."

"I solemnly swear I will do my best to win," I promise with my right hand in the air. "Plus, I don't want to be killed twice." She grins. We talk about life the rest of the time, though not the Games. I don't bother to bring it up. Nobody wants to think about the games. All too soon, she has to leave. I wait out the rest of my time in silence. Citrine was the only friend I made at the academy. Everyone else was too intimidated by the fact that I was a amazing fighter and both my siblings are Victors.

Cashmere and some Peacekeepers take me to the train. Gloss, Clariona, and the other district 1 Victors are already there. My brother is the one who turns on the reaping recaps. The door to the train opens and…

Author's Note: Yes, I am terrible at leaving the chapter on a cliffhanger. Who walks in? If you guess correctly(in a review ONLY and you are the first person to do so, 500 sponsorship points for you). Sadly, you won't find out until all of the reapings are over and we can get to the train ride. Can you guys tell me if you want a lot of individual POVs throughout the story? I want to only do one POV for the interviews and one for the chariot rides. Whose, though, you won't discover until I finish the reapings and the train rides. I have another question: Which tribute do I like the most so far(this will not affect who wins, but it may affect the POVs I write with)? Whoever gets that question right gets 20 sponsorship points. A couple more questions:

1. Who do you like better: Luster or Hale?

2. How can I improve this story? The reapings? ect..?

3. Out of the tributes you have met, who do you think will win?

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