Train Rides Part II: Atlas

Atlas by Coldplay

Some search for gold

Some dragon to slay

Heaven we hope is just up the road…

District 6 Train

Maiandra "Andra" Goldenrod (14) Past D6 Female of the 96th Games

"Simply using brute force isn't going to help you, Trolley."

Our mentor Mechanist sits in the middle of the living room while the three of us surround him. We have been discussing tactics for about the past half hour and the tension has grown since Trolley opened her mouth. Defiance is something you really do not want to show towards this fifteen-year-old genius.

"You need a plan, strategy of some sort." Mechanist's eyes are strained, his face tinging red.

"It's the best plan I've got." She scoffs as she lies back, hands behind her head and laughs haughtily. "Sliting people's throats while they sleep isn't exactly on my agenda. I don't even know how you can show your face around District Six." She sits back up, tucking a short strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "You were a coward, a scared little twelve year old with no sense of honor. I won't win, not with your strategies."

She stands up and promptly leaves the room, leaving a distasteful feeling. It lingers even after a dreaded five minutes. Track and I look at each other, hoping that one of us could break the awkward silence. It's not until Mechanist drops a dusty, old book that a small laugh fills the room.

"Ah, well. I have some information on the tributes this year. It'd be of your best interests to evaluate potential threats and allies." He turns back for a second before leaving the area. "Make sure not to show Trolley. I'm sure her plan from her first Games will surely guarantee her Victory." His voice oozes with sarcasm as he scoffs and leaves.

"Do… Do you want to ally with me, Andra?"

I glance up from numerous manila folders to see Track with wide eyes and a hopeful smile plastered to his face. He looks from me to the folders, his greasy brown hair falling in wavy strands over his wide forehead. Should I even bother considering we may be in different Arenas?

"Um, Track. We may not be in the same area when the Games start."

His smile turns crooked. "I know, but, you know, just in case." His expression turns cheerful. His smile is so wide and bright that his eyes are closed; a stupid, yet childish grin consumes me.

"Fine."

"Yay!"

He tackles me in a hug and his suprisingly strong arms squeeze me. Squirming, I put my hands on his chest and push him back, not enough to be rude but moreso for the hint. His arms fall to his sides and he turns to the folders.

"Shall we, Lady Andra, take a look at our potential allies?"

I can't help but feel but giggle at his proposal, he's a bit strange, but he'll do. As we glance through the non- Career profiles, I happen to glance up and watch in horror as crimson swirls around me. My vision playing tricks on me as I feel the corners of my lips twitch, and in a panic I snap my head to see Track smiling his stupid, childish grin.

Innoncence will be lost once again.

District 5 Train

Joules Valence (13) Past D5 Male of the 70th Games

"HELLLOOO! I'm Mitzi!" She giggles and does a peace sign, bringing it to the side of her face like some pose you only see Capitolites doing. "And you are?" She gestures to the boy with dark hair and grey-green eyes.

He looks up from a book, a look of uniterest sketched into his angular features. "I'm Faust." He mumbles as he returns to his novel.

"Boo, how boring. You have to scream it loud! Don't you like your name?"

He smirks, folding the top corner of his book carefully to save his place. He places the book at his side and grins. "I'd prefer Satan or Lucifer." He laughs to himself, his voice dripped in sarcasm.

"Okay, Luce." She seems unfazed by his obvious sarcasm. "And who is this little fellow?" She points at me and tilts her head slightly, as to inspect me.

"I-I'm Joules." At least, this is what I've been told. I don't actually remember anything. Zilch.

"Joules˜! Such a nice name! Much better than Satan over there!"

She hops around the room and plops herself down on the couch and stretches out her long legs. "I'm so starved, like, you guys don't even know." She gives a low laugh, almost a witch-like cackle. This girl's got some issues.

"OMG! LOOK!" She bolts from her seat and to a large table which features a vest selection of entrees from pasta to roast beef. "THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!"

She grabs a plate and piles her food onto it, grabbing a piece of everything. "Hey, you guys aren't hungry?" She chews, crunches, munches, and devours her food.

"Looks like there'll be nothing left," Faust mumbles as he flips to the next page.

"Well, I'm not very hungry…"

She squeals. "Nonsense! You need to eat if you want a chance at survivng the Games!" She picks up my arm. "See? You're as thin as a stick!"

I look down ashamed.

"Don't be uncool, Mitz." She scowls at Faust's use of a nickname. "If the kid's not hungry then he doesn't need to scarf food down. If anything you'll make him sick." He turns his head to me and winks.

"Whatever, I'm just trying to keep this District from losing this year, kay? Gosh, boys can be so inconsiderate…"

Just as her sentence trails off, Marie enters the room in a pure white nightgown with her blonde hair in a messy bun. "You kids still awake? What, are we discussing tactics? Survival? Alliances? What?"

Marie sits next to Mitzi and pats her leg. "I'm more than happy to help." She laughs softly and looks at each of us.

"Faust was bullying me for eating so much!" Mitzi points her finger at Faust accusingly. She pouts, her cheeks puffed.

"I was not! I just commented how all of it will go to her boobs!" He laughs as Mitzi's jaw drops and she cups her breasts.

"I'll have you know that these were blessed from my mother. NOT FROM OVEREATING!" She storms out of the room, tears welling in her large green eyes.

Faust scoffs and leaves the room too, leaving Marie and I left in the eerily quiet room. She sighs and falls back, her head hitting the sofa cushion. "Those two would get married if circumstances were different…" She turns her head to me, her blue eyes bright.

"You're still experiencing amnesia, right?"

I nod.

"The Capitol scientists will probably want to talk to you…" I feel the anxiety begin to claw at my neck, the sweat forming on my brow. I've never done well with doctors of any sort… at least I feel that way.

"Don't worry." She seems to sense my apprehension; I mentally sigh and secretly thank the young woman beside me.

I nod and briefly leave her there staring at the ceiling with a grimace. The anger and frustration of not remembering my past, who I was, or what I stand for eat away at me like cancer. I don't even make ot to my bedroom door before my back hits the wall and I find myself slowly sliding down to the floor. Ugly sobs take over me and all I can do is feel my face contort in sadness, regret, anger, distress…

I cry for those lost, but mostly for lost dreams…

District 4 Train

Brielle Marina (15) Past D4 Female of the 21st Games

Tricity and I sit in her room with numerous CD disks scattered throughout her comforter. She lies on her back, her long legs in the air as she looks at her newly painted toenails. The dark red burns into my eyes as her pale white feet make the contrast so magnifying.

"I knew River was lying. She's smart to lie to me, I'll give her that." Tricity's legs fall to the mattress with a thud and she shifts her body to face me. "I saw a wedding band on her finger, not Cameo's." She gives me a satisfied smirk and turns again to look at the misty white ceiling. "So who is her husband… her baby daddy…"

Her dark brown hair curls around her tight white t-shirt which in turn hugs her torso perfectly. "Brielle, I know you're young and all…"

I've done it all; drugs, parties, sex…

"… you just look so innocent, you couldn't understand where I come from or understand my past." She holds up a mirror and points it at me. My brown hair is frizzy and falls down in irregular waves. My big blue-green eyes are smudged with eyeliner and slightly red from the irritation. My skin is pale, hints of my tan still vaguely noticeable.

"Why'd you call me in here again?"

"To talk, you know, about girl stuff." I had seen her talking to Ashton before I went into her room, a big smile on his face. He's definetly loosened up since the Justice Building. "Ashton's meeting with us here later."

I nod and tug at the end of my sleeves. "Look, we don't have much time-"

"Time for what? We've got plenty before we get to the Capitol."

I shake my head. "I mean before the Games. We have to plan-"

"Look, Bri, I tired planning and it threw off my groove. Being a part of the Careers was a mistake in itself because all of them were fucking idiots." She lets out a frustrated sigh and props her elbows behind herself, bringing her body upwards. "I'm riding solo this year, I just wanted to have some long awaited girl talk with someone, you know. Someone to rant to, or gossip with. No hard feelings, right?"

I feel the bitter sting of tears at the corners of my eyes. I was stupid to think she'd be serious about preparing for another round of hell. "I understand."

"Good."

Her patronizing is irritating, nipping at me like a vicious dog. "I've gotta go." Before I can leave the room however, I hear the murmurs of a conversation just outside Tricity's door.

"If she tries to do it again, grow a pair and shove her off!" River's voice is soft, yet assertive. "Unless, of course, you enjoyed it the last time."

"I did not." Cameo's voice is hushed, a tinge of nervousness at its core.

"Well I can't go in alone with her, not yet. I'm afraid she'll-"

"Come in!" Tricity chirps as she opens the door wide open to present a rather flustered Cameo and an irritated River. "I hope I didn't interrupt a bicker between the lovely couple."

"N-"

"Of course, not. I was just going to have a chat with you about strategy and such." River enters the room in a waddle, her belly always ahead of her. "I think I'm fine for now, honey. I'll call you if I need anything."

Cameo's eyes widen a few seconds after she says this and he blurts out, "Okay. Cool." His face reddens and he begins to walk away when he looks back again. "Brielle, I need to talk to you. Meet me in the kitchen in five?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"Cool." He turns and walks away, his footsteps fading down the long coridoor.

I give a friendly nod to River and Tricity as I leave the room and slowly shut her door. When I turn my body to the right, my breath is knocked out of me as I run straight into a tall and athletic figure.

"Oooff…"

My mind teeters and totters as I try to regain my balance. As I feel myself falling, I feel strong arms wrap around me loosely and bring me back up. I look up to find Ashton chuckling softly as he releases his grip on me. "You're always so serious, Brielle. You need to loosen up!"

Heat travels to my cheeks as he brushes himself off, his green eyes finding mine. "You're meeting with Cameo too, right?"

I nod and look at the floor, still feeling embarassed for the interaction. "Yes." I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and return my gaze to him. "I plan to win…"

"Well I do too." He gives me a warm smile despite his sly threat. He seems geniune, and looking back at Cameo's files he seems like a worthy ally.

Ashton steps closer to me and whispers. "Maybe if we're in the same Arena we can help each other out…? You know, until the last of us." He smiles and reaches his hand out. "Allies?"

"Allies."

We shake hands and the deal is set. Tricity, Ashton, and I… well… let's just say the other tributes better run and hide…

District 3 Train

Macintosh "Mac" Wattson (15) Past D3 Male of the 52nd Games

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHEA!" Althee and Vetch exclaim as Rhea enters the living area. Just as we practiced, the two raise their hands and wave them around excitedly while I give a half ass effort. We're dying in a couple days, alright, I don't need this crap.

The birthday girl's hair is disheveled, sticking up in weird places as she tries desperately to push them down. Her dark grey eyes scan the room estatically. Soon, her gaze falls to the virgin white cake displayed behind us ornated in blue and grey frosting and topped with seventeen candles.

"Ohmygosh!" She says this so fast that the words blend together as she runs up to the cake and glides her finger alongside the circumference of it. "Yummm…"

Vetch laughs and goes underneath the table to unveil a small cardboard box. He hands the box to Rhea with the widest and most stupid grin I've ever seen. "Happy birthday…"

"Thank you!" She opens the side of the present in one fell swoop and her eyes shine as she pulls out a small tiara made of twigs, leaves, and vibrant flowers. "VETCH! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!" Althee laughs as Rhea places the well-designed tiara on her head.

"Ugghhh…." I groan as I make my way over to the couch. "Let's just get this over with," mumbling as Althee begins to slice the cake into equal pieces. Vetch sits in the seat opposite of me and gives me a small smile.

"Mac, seriously, it's my birthday…." She sighs and pats Vetch's head. "You, sir, are definetly on my shit list." Vetch looks up, a flash of fear skitting his soft features. "Not you, Mac."

Vetch sighs. "Good… you'd be one tough cookie to beat."

"Of course," she laughs as she flips her hair dramatically behind her. "I did get far after all."

I snort. "Twenty-fourth place is so far." I gasp in shock. "You're such, such a hero!"

She snarls. "For your information, mister, I finished in seventh place." She sticks out her tongue at me. "You shouldn't be talking. I bet you only placed, like, in the twenties or something."

"Psshh. No."

Twenty-third.

"Did you survive the bloodbath?"

I avert her gaze and smile at Althee. "Hey, Althee. Tell Rhea I placed far."

She sighs. "He didn't. Twenty-third."

Damn that woman.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Rhea doubles over in laughter, her eyes watering and face turning a tomato red. "I bet sweet Vetch here placed even higher than you!" She turns her head to Vetch and lowers her voice, "What did you place?"

Vetch squirms in his seat, playing with the ends of his sleeve. "I don't remember… I… I." The kid's eyes begin to water. "I'm sorry…" He begins to sob, the myriad of scars tracing his body turning a dark crimson.

"Vetch! I'm so sorry!" Rhea plops herself next to him and grabs him, Vetch's head squished against her boobs. "Mac, apologize to Vetch! You still owe him an apology for breaking his knee!" She gestures to his right knee which has healed significantally fast. According to Althee, tributes' bodies are not only sensitive but heal significantally fast.

I sigh. "I'm… I'm… sor-ry."

I get up and leave the room, feeling the grossness of the situation hitting me like a brick wall, but before I leave to my room I look back at them for the last time this evening. They smile and laugh like nothing will happen in just a few days. Pathetic.

I snicker, feeling the dark thoughts taking over.

"After all… we're just deadmen walking…" I whisper as I leave them to their idiocy.

District 2 Train

Keither Masonfeld (15) Past D2 Male of the 76th Games

"So I'll start with the 2nd Quarter Quell, for Azura." Dolly smiles and clicks her tongue. "The 50th Games' twist was twice the number of tributes. There are two tributes this year who were from those Games, Glint Gemstone of District One and Kale Kolman of District Seven. The Victor of the Quell was District Twelve's Haymitch Abernathy."

Hero and Azura both nod, Hero's eyes glazed considering he lived until the 60th Games. "Haymitch became a legend, you know." My voice quivers a little as I look at the three. "Well, a legend for the outer Districts… he was a big part in the Mockingjay Rebellion." Haymitch was my hero, I remember drawing him in my notebook. I can't tell that to these two if I want to continue my discretion.

"Yeah. Good, Keither. First, though, we have to jump to the 74th Games." She clears her throat. "It was the most viewed and conterversial Games ever." She says as her voice edges with suspension and excitement. It works as both Azura's and Hero's expressions alter to appear interested.

"The regular twenty-four kids were reaped, normal right? Well, not until Miss Katniss Everdeen of District Twelve volunteered in place of her twelve-year-old sister."

Hero's brows rise. "So…"

Azura clicks her tongue and snaps her head towards him. "No one volunteers in the boonie Districts, Hero!" She shakes her head. "So, what? A stupid girl from the dumps volunteers to save her poor, little sister. Boo hoo."

I want to punch her right in that pretty little face of hers.

Dolly flashes her a disgusted smile. "Katniss was exceptional with a bow and arrow. Not at all what the Capitol was expecting. She was a threat, a suspected rebel."

"Was she?"

"Not intially… anyway, let me finish." She sighs and turns the page of a textbook. I smirk as it seems to be an old, worn journal as opposed to a Capitol issued history textbook.

"So, District Two's tributes were the typical Careers you'd expect. Cato Myers and Clove Reevus. Both were exceptionally strong along with District One's Glimmer von Straten and Marvel Jennings. The District Four tributes aren't important in these Games…" She trails her finger along the faded words and gives a jovial laugh as she jabs her finger at a certain paragraph. "The other tributes that are important are Finch Danes of Five, Rue Atticuson and Thresh Johnson of District Eleven… yeah."

"These are a lot of tributes…" Hero comments as he adjusts himself in his chair. He stretches his muscular arms out and yawns as he slouches in the overstuffed loveseat.

"Yes. They all played a part in Katni- Oh! I almost forgot Katniss's district partner! His name was Peeta Mellark!" She exclaims as her eyes flash a gentle blue.

"Okay, sorry. He's especially important. So…" She glances down at her watch. "I'm running out of time here so I'm just going to say this straight out, so no interrupting with questions until after I finish."

I nod and watch as the others slowly nod as well.

"Katniss wasn't seen as a threat until the training sessions when she shot an arrow at the Gamemakers when they weren't paying attention, also earning an eleven in the process… Peeta declares his love for her at the interviews… oh, and she was nicknamed, "The Girl on Fire" after the Tribute Parade for her and Peeta's outfits which emitted flames unlike anything the miner District had done before… Everyone understanding so far?"

Azura opens her mouth for a second and then shuts it, waving her to continue. Hero picks at his nails.

"The Games start and a bunch of crap happens, Katniss gets Glimmer killed with a tracker jacker nest and sustains some stings which cause her to hallucinate… du du… and Rue saves her and they form an alliance."

"What happened to Peeta?"

"He joined the Careers to keep her safe." She glares at Azura and continues.

"So when Rue and Katniss devise a plan to burn the Careers supplies, they form a call by using the mockingjays in the Arena. So when Katniss later finds Rue stuck in a trap after being worried about her not responding, Marvel from One swoops in and shoots a spear through Rue's stomach in which Katniss retaliates and kills him, ultimately killing both the District One kids…. Okay…"

Her eyes scan the pages rapidly, her eyes more focused than I've ever seen them before. The corners of her mouth are tight as she begins to talk again.

"So when Rue lies on the ground dying, Katniss comforts her… oh, I forgot to mention this but Rue is twelve, the youngest that year… so Rue is dying… right, Katnisss sings her a song and decorates the young girl's body in flowers and gives the District Twelve sign usually given at funerals. District Eleven was so upset for Rue's death that a riot started. It was a mess… so time passes and the Gamemaker that year decides to give a twist to appease the masses in which a pair of District partners could win… Katniss finds Peeta in critical condition… stuff happens in the cave and another announcement calls for a Feast for there were supplies each group needed… uhhh… Katniss sneaks out to get them and Clove attacks her…. Thresh kills her in thanks for being there for Rue… Peeta gets better from the Feast stuff… only a few tributes remain and a bunch of other stuff happens…"

She really isn't good at explaining all these events… sigh…

"The final battle between Cato, Katniss, and Peeta ensues and Katniss and Peeta are the last two standing. The rule change is revoked and the two threaten suicide with berries… the District Twelve tributes end up winning and that was that for those Games…"

She sighs and relaxes a bit in her seat. Azura's head is down, her face tense while Hero sleeps in his seat.

"The 3rd Quarter Quell featured the selection of Victors for Katniss' growing popularity and rebellion throughout the Districts. So both Peeta and Katniss went back into the Games and… damn… during the Games the forcefield explodes which gives the rebel Gamemaker Plutarch Heavensbee the chance to snatch up some of the survivors and head to the supposed destroyed District Thirteen-"

"District Thirteen actually existed?!"

"Yep… Peeta was captured by the Capitol and was administred tracker jacker injections to hijack his memories… he became the Capitol's toy… Katniss became the Mockingjay, the symbol for the rebellion… she survived despite the Capitol's attempts… President Snow was assasinated and Katniss's sister died when a package exploded causing Katniss to consume a nightlock pill which ultimately kills her ending the Mockingjay Rebellion…" She closes the journal and sighs.

Azura's mouth opens in awe, her eyes in surprise and shock.

"Now for an event in District Two… this is the last piece I've got I promise… so after the failed Rebellion around the streets and buildings of District Two various pieces of art began appearing. These works of art where beautiful, absolutely detailed and magnificent… they all symbolized rebellion… Katniss and Peeta… the nightlock berries… the mockingjay… and so many other dangerous ideas…"

My blood begins to run cold, my hearing becoming drowned with the rush of blood to my head. I feel the sweat and panic form, dripping around me in rememberance and realization.

"The rebel artist went by the pseudonym, "Messer". He mysteriously disappeared after the 76th Games." She crosses her legs, sighing once again. "Shame, really. I would've asked him for a portrait of myself." She giggles and a small pager in her pocket rings, her eyes widen and she jumps from her seat.

"I have to go; I have a video conference with some officials…"

She runs out of the room and leaves the three of us there. Azura stands from the sofa and smacks the back of Hero's head as she returns to her room. Hero curses under his breath and ignores my presence as he too returns to his bedroom.

I am left alone, with the blue-ish grey moonlight streaming through the train's windows and a past of fear and hope reflecting off me. I look down at my fingertips, calloused and slightly discolored. A small smile stretches and forms on my face and I look out the window and let the moonlight strike against my pale blue eyes.

I remember the smell of the paints, the acrylic making my nose twitch. The still streets of District Two, with dim street lights and complete silence that took hold every night. Peacekeepers never roamed the Districts after dark, citizens never risking breaking curfew for the severe consequences of the officials actions. But I was never caught. They all knew it was true, everyone. What I painted, what it represented. It was the absolute truth. I knew then, at the bloodbath that I would die a maytr for what I had caused in Two. As the knife plunged into my chest, I felt the weight of the world off my shoulders and I collapsed, the air being knocked out of me.

And in that moment, the colors that I had painted swirled around me and the darkness consumed my insignificant life. I never believed I would see light again.

Oh, how wrong I was…

District 1 Train

Glint Gemstone (18) Past D1 Male of the 2nd Quarter Quell

"Everyone remember what I told them, right?"

Gemma stands at the train's window, her body facing the approaching view of the Capitol. Still luxurious and grand as it was fifty years ago, the Capitol shines and shimmers with royalty and power, obsessed with their games. The stone white columns and buildings are decorated in colorful banners and signs, the celebration of a hundred years of Games, a hundred years of glory and fame for its Victors.

"Yep." Steele chirps as he pockets a small chain. His brown hair is styled so it looks acceptable, but has a relaxed, bedhead feel to it. His blue eyes appear joyful, especially as he looks over to Gemma who blushes and looks back at the window.

A small thump sounds from the living quarters' hallway, the wall reverberating as Carmini appears. Her once blonde locks are now an earthy brown, her long bangs fall down either side of her round face. A rustic brown encompasses her large eyes and reflects a sadness and wistful look. She wears a burnt orange sundress that curves around her chest and flares at her round abdomen.

"Sorry I'm late." She looks down embarassed and tucks a strand of hair behind her hair.

"Your hair!" Gemma rushes to her side and clasps a strand of her hair. "It looks great… but…"

"I wanted a change." Carmini hands fall to her stomach. "A new me… for the future…"

Steele nods and looks over to Gemma, then at me. The kid hasn't trusted me from the get go and it's understandable. His eyes turn to slits as he looks me over, his smile tightening. The kid is not District One material, no blonde hair, no blue eyes, or a winning smile. A pathetic excuse for a Career, if there were some in his time.

However, I must win their trust so that when the time comes they'll hesitate and strike a fatal blow. It worked well into the end for me, but this will be much easier considering this is my last chance.

"Listen, Steele. I've heard you aren't good with long distance weapons." I approach him with an award winning smile, my eyes dancing with power.

He crosses his arms. "Who told you?"

I smirk. "Just a little bird."

Gemma.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I'm more of a sword kind-of-guy."

"Well I'm not good with swords, so maybe we can set up a bargain. You teach me some techniques and I'll help you with spears."

He knits his brows in concentration. "… Okay."

"Good."

I look over at Carmini whose eyes fall to the tiled floor, breathing in deeply before returning her gaze to me. "I wouldn't have been much help anyway." She turns away, her hair forming a ring around her. However, before she can leave the room, I gently clasp her wrist and spin her around.

"We're a team, remember? There must be something we can do." I flash her a smile, disguised for a satisified smirk. One less person I have to worry about. "May-"

"I appreciate the help, but you and I know I don't stand a chance." Her eyes fill with tears, her brown eyes shimmering against the sun's rays. She jerks her head to the right, tears roling down her cheeks. "Not like this."

She grunts in frustration and runs out of the room, slamming her bedroom door as the sound echos throughout the cabin. I look over to Steele whose head is bowed down in thought, his face tense.

"Well, you guys should go freshen up. We've got about…" Gemma looks down at her watch. "About twenty minutes until we're there."

She swiftly leaves the cabin and I watch as Steele falls her down the hallway, our bedrooms being there. Whether or not he is going to hers is uncertain. I find myself shaking my head slightly in disgust and begin to rummage through the pantry. The corners of my lips turn upward as I hold up an old champagne bottle, the label worn and cork colored from age.

Unlike people, ideas often age better with time.

A/N: Hey everyone :D So I wanted to thank everyone who's been reading so far, things are about to get awesome with the close arrival of the Games, hopefully the Training Days and such will be an exciting read. I have decided on Chariot outfits so thank you everyone who submitted a tribute for your ideas!

Notice: So, after much consideration into the matter, tributes that are my own will not necessarily be the first to die. This is because there are some tributes whose sub-plots/arcs are non-existent. No matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to think of ways for your tribute to progress through the story. To save both you guys and I the struggle of keeping tributes alive with no substance of character development, I've decided that several tributes will die before my own. Now overall the rankings may seem weird but the way that I will present the chapters make sense… so yeah. I've pretty much have placings for tributes and several potential Victors. Of course, this is all tentative. Reasons behind a character's demise will be explained at the end of chapters.

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Love Always, Domi