(A/N): Hi there! It's Le! We are finally starting the long awaited fanfiction! Don't forget to sponsor tributes- the sponsor items and points are on the previous chapter! Thanks to all who submitted tributes! After the reaping, I plan to randomly choose the tributes POVs for chapters. OMG, the boy for this district was so hard to write, but I had a lovely story idea which twists his plot a little… A M4D TE4-P4RTY, feel free to PM me for that idea before it rots and turns into dust inside my brain… If you want it, that is xD I am soooo sorry for the late update! I had the SAT last saturday and I DIED. xP
District One Female- Noel Delacroix
"You'll never be as good as your brother, you hear me?" My father says to me. I shrink away from him, feeling the sting of betrayal. It wasn't supposed to be like this! I was supposed to be the perfect child, doted upon, loved by all. But my brother had to exist, had to be better. Heck, even my name is Leon backwards. I turned and walked out of the house, seething. I didn't bother to close the door behind me, I simply let it slam. Hearing my father's angry voice just behind the door, I sprinted away towards the training center, rubbing away the tears forming in my eyes. When I got to the training center, I was surprised to see it deserted. I walked alone among the endless target stations, weapons racks, and armor piles until I came to what I'd been looking for. The dummies and punching bags. I grabbed a punching bag and pulled it into the center of the stage. Closing my eyes, I kicked and punched it repeatedly, imagining it was my father every time I landed a hit. "I expected to see you here," A voice called. I snapped open my eyes and recognized my older twin, Leon, standing by the doors to the training center. "Y-you!" I muttered, swiping unforeseen angry tears off of my pale skin. Why was I crying?
Leon leaned lazily against one of the doors. "I know you're planning to volunteer this year, little sister." He said. "It's reaping day, so you'd better go get dressed up for the ceremony. You'll want to look nice on TV." I nodded and brushed past him into the open air.
When I get home, I hurry upstairs to my room before my father can say anything to me, and stop in front of the closet. What'll I wear? I yank out clothes from the closet, quickly discarding them into the ever-growing heap on the floor. When I realize all my clothes are on the floor, I sigh in exasperation and pick through the mess. Finally, I decide on a strappy white silk dress that goes down to my knees and some white flats. I glance at the clock and quickly put the dress on. There's only half an hour left, and I still have to create the rest of my outfit! I dash to my mirror and eyeball my reflection. My chocolate brown eyes stare back at me as I apply a dash of eyeliner and call it good. But as I look in the floor-length mirror, I realize something's wrong. My image just doesn't look complete. I spend the next ten minutes trying to figure out what it is when I suddenly realize. I grab the curling iron, and set to curling my blonde hair. When I'm done, I look around the room and grab a flower headband. I put it on and admire the contrast between the pink roses and the white dress. I look at the clock again and notice that it's five minutes until the reaping starts. I panic and rush down the stairs, almost tripping when I reach the bottom, and head out to the ceremony. I manage to get there just in time. I sign in and dash to the 17-year-old's line just as the escort, Vivia, dips her hand into the girl's bowl. She sifts through the names efficiently, and delicately picks a name out. She begins to unfold the paper, but just before she can say the name, I call out, "I volunteer!" No turning back now. I think determinedly as I pick my way through the cheering crowd up to the stage. As I look towards the crowd and my family, I see my father is looking stunned while Leon stands there looking smug. I'll win and prove to my father that I can be a real Games victor!
District One Male- Obsidian Cabrera
I tramped through the streets, looking at store windows all the while. I needed something to wear at the reaping, but I didn't have anything new. I pulled out my coin pouch and riffle through it, pulling out a few coins from my last job. I have good money for what I do. Ever since my parents kicked me out on the street because of the influential bastard that was my family's "friend". I always got the feeling he hated me, and was always looking for an excuse to get me out of the way. When he discovered me with his daughter, Pearl, he got it. It didn't take too long for him to use his connections and persuade my family to toss me some money and shut me out of my own home. The only worldly possessions I had at 16 were Pearl's necklace and enough cash to keep me alive for a year. I still keep the necklace shut away in my desk at my flat, although I spent that money a long time back. I walked into the nearest clothing store, passing by the racks of bedecked clothing. I just wanted something relatively simple for my volunteering. After all, it was my last chance. I was 18 this year. As I picked out a simple white shirt and black slacks, I noticed that I didn't have enough money to pay. Well, that's not a problem, I think. A smirk spread across my face as I approached the register. With my pale skin and warm brown eyes, I get by faster than you'd think. If you know what I mean. I combed my scruffy dark brown hair with my fingers before turning to the girl at the counter. "Miss, I'm so sorry. It seems I don't have enough change…" I said while putting on my best smile. She blushed and smiled shyly back. "It's o-okay… just this one time." I internally smirked and dropped some money in the tip jar before walking out with my purchase.
~Timeskippy~
When I walked out of my flat, I immediately headed for the training center. After all, why not get some practice in before the games? I walked faster, almost at a run now. I splashed through the puddles of water from last night's rain, determined to get to the training center before anyone else. Just as I got there, I saw a girl rush out of the training center in tears. Confused, I hung back and didn't say anything as she ran by me. As I walked into the training center, I heard footsteps walking out of the center. I turned around, but saw nothing. Brushing it off, I turned around and went back to searching the racks. Ah! Found one! I grabbed a decent-looking sword off of the racks of armor, axes, and maces. I walked over to the dummies and almost trip over a punching bag that has keeled over on the floor. When I pulled it over to the wall, I noticed it had sand leaking out of it. Hmm… I thought. I wonder who did that to the bag? I grabbed a dummy, hoisted it upright, and lifted the sword, slashing down with all my might.
When I finished with my training, I remembered. It was almost time for the reaping ceremony! I threw my sword unceremoniously aside as I sprinted out of the training center. When I got to the square, I felt a burst of relief run through me. The escort was just picking a name out of the girls' bowl. Whew. The boys' names haven't been drawn yet. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead as I walked to the 18-year-old boys' line. I relaxed as the escort began to unfold the name. Suddenly, I heard a voice. "I volunteer!" It's the girl who rushed past me this morning. I don't think she noticed me earlier… huh. Girls usually fall all over me. Let's see if this one does, I thought as the escort grasped the girl's hand, holding it up for everyone to see while the girl looked flustered, clearly rethinking her choice. "What's your name, dear?" the escort asked. "Noel Delacroix." the girl said firmly. I nodded approvingly as our escort dipped her hand elegantly into the boy's bowl. She cleared her throat. "Glint Everton!" I knew this was my last chance. I have to do this and get my revenge! I thought. I shouted, "I volunteer!" before Glint could step onto the stairs. I quickly strode up towards the steps, smirking. The escort looked delighted. "And what might your name be?" I grinned and looked out at the crowd. "Obsidian Cabrera."