Chapter 6

~ District One ~

Pompous Lebeau, 16 – Peridot Herveaux, 16

Pompous and Peridot sat on opposite seats; eyes drilling into each other's like hawks. There was no sign of movement except the constant drumming of Pompous' fingers on the glass table that separated him from his district partner. Peridot held his gaze carefully, almost analytically.

"Are you quite done?"

Their heads snapped to the side after Beryl Messerschmitt's snarky comment. Peridot cleared her throat awkwardly and muttered an apology. She excused herself from the table and walked down the hallway of the moving train to her room.

"Look at what you've done," Pompous dramatically said, gesturing to Peridot's now empty seat opposite him.

Beryl rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Pompous has yet to find a more intimidating victor than Beryl. With her long dark hair tied in a tight bun and daunting black eyes, even Pompous tried his best to avoid eye contact with her.

"So what's your deal, Lebeau?" Beryl asked, slowly leaning forward and narrowing her eyes at the male tribute.

"My deal?" Pompous raised his eyebrows at her.

"Your deal. What's that you've got up your sleeve?"

"And why would I tell you?" Pompous said huffily. "You and Ferdinand have been pretty sucky mentors lately so yeah, I don't think I'm going to tell you anything."

Beryl blinked, surprised by his words. Then she shrugged carelessly. "Suit yourself. I'm not the one mentoring you anyway."

"Nobody is mentoring me," Pompous stated forcefully. "I'm going to do fine by myself. I don't need you or Ferdinand, wherever the hell he is anyway."

"Someone called me?"

Beryl's retort was cut by the sudden presence of Ferdinand Clare, a tall and lean curly-haired man who didn't seem all that interested in the conversation he just interrupted. He raised a brow expectantly, wondering why they'd be mentioning his name.

"This is Pompous, Ferdinand," Beryl introduced, gesturing to the blond boy seated. "He's the tribute you're mentoring, in case you've forgotten."

"I haven't forgotten," Ferdinand snapped quickly, taking a step towards the pair.

Before Ferdinand could get any closer, Pompous suddenly jumped to his feet, looking more irritated than friendly.

"I don't need a mentor," he said with finality in his tone. "You guys can do whatever you victors do in your free time. I know what I'm doing."

Ferdinand snorted, staying in place as he eyed Pompous mockingly. "Trust me, boy. You have no idea what you're doing."

Pompous could feel his veins pumping with annoyance, but he kept his composure as he stared straight into his mentor's eyes.

"I appreciate that you're offering your help, but I'll have to pass," Pompous said arrogantly.

The corners of Ferdinand's lips tilted upwards, not fazed in the slightest by the attitude his tribute was giving him.

Smirking, he tilted his head. "Suit yourself," he said, eyes glinting. "You seem to have everything under control."

"What are you saying?"

Both mentors and Pompous jumped at the new voice. Peridot stood by the door looking mildly annoyed as she eyed her district partner.

"Ah, Peridot!" Pompous cheered. "Just in time. I was just about to look for you and talk strategy."

Peridot's eyebrows shot up. She felt her annoyance intensify by just looking at Pompous beaming captivatingly at her. She knew everything was faked when it came to him. Peridot knew Pompous long enough to be able to know at least some of his smooth moves. Whatever he was trying on her now, she didn't like it.

"You can't talk strategy without including our mentors," Peridot said quickly, attempting to avoid being alone with the fair-haired boy. "You're being an idiot if you're actually serious that you're not going to get advice from Ferdinand."

"At least the girl speaks more sense," Ferdinand commented with a snort.

Pompous' eyes flashed, not going unnoticed by his district partner. Peridot watched as he effectively kept his composure despite that second of exposure. She was mildly impressed, but she decided to spend the next few days with him to figure out how to anger him further. She wanted to wipe that plastic smirk off his face.

But at the moment, she needed to be in his good side. She knew how dangerous someone like Pompous could be. Peridot has watched him worm his way out of the toughest situations just by opening that mouth of his for years. She knew she had an advantage over the other Careers by at least vaguely knowing how Pompous worked.

There was one thing that she couldn't let him do though, and Peridot needed to put her foot down.

"We need our mentors, Pompous," Peridot said in the sternest way possible. "They can help us. They've been in the arena. We haven't."

Pompous' bottom lip curled, but then he smiled.

"Okay," he replied so sweetly that Peridot was surprised. "If you think that's best, then so be it. Ferdinand and Beryl can help."

Peridot released her breath that she had not even known she was holding. It was too easy, but she didn't dwell on it. Instead she smiled encouragingly at the pair of mentors. Ferdinand raised an eyebrow then scoffed. Beryl taciturnly stared back.

"I guess that's settled then." Ferdinand clapped his hands together, a tone of mockery still present in his voice. Eyes glinting, he shot Pompous a wink. "Let's talk strategy."

Suddenly Beryl spoke from beside the train window as she narrowed her eyes at something outside.

"I don't think we've got time for that now."

Peridot took a few steps closer to see whatever Beryl was looking at so heatedly. Her stomach flipped and she let out a small gasp as soon as she caught her first glimpse of the Capitol.

~ District Three ~

Huxley Locke, 14 – Zaria Falon, 14

Flashes of light temporarily blinded Huxley from his view by the window. Blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted, he was able to identify where the flashes were coming from. For a moment he stood still with shock and awe. The train stop's platform was overflowing with people in vibrant-colored clothing, most of them holding up cameras. Another click and flash passed, and Huxley couldn't bear to look anymore.

These people greeted him as if he weren't about to step into an arena of doom. They were basically celebrities to them. The tributes were the main talk of the town. Everybody wanted to know them. Huxley never knew how it felt to have so many people know about him, and now that he did, he didn't like it one bit.

"Stay away from the window, Huxley," his mentor, Cassavera Tratten, said meekly, barely glancing up the book she was currently reading on the couch. "It won't help."

"But we've arrived," Huxley replied.

"I know."

The first time Huxley met his mentor, he already knew how hesitant she'd be with him. He could feel the genuine concern for both him and his district partner, Zaria, but she wouldn't be helping them with the best of her abilities. She was too afraid. She was traumatized. It was almost as if she never left her arena at all.

Huxley remembered watching her Games. She had been hesitant at first, but it was towards the end that she finally lost it and bagged three kills. Once she returned, she had been detached from reality ever since. Huxley wondered how he'd be able to cope if he won. He needed to win, but was it worth going through after effect of the Games?

Zaria's mentor, Beetee, entered the train's sitting room once the speed began to decrease. Zaria herself stepped in behind him looking edgy like she usually did.

"Looks like we're here," Beetee commented rather awkwardly, eyes darting to the window where the flashes still had not stopped. "Are you two ready?"

Huxley locked eyes with Zaria who looked away a second later. The two hadn't interacted ever since they shook hands during the reaping. Zaria had tried her best to avoid Huxley ever since they stepped into the train together. Beetee had respected her choice of mentoring her separately.

"What do we do when we get off?" Huxley asked both mentors.

"Just keep walking," Beetee answered kindly, giving him a reassuring smile. "They're actually not allowed to touch you. They're going to try, but there are Peacekeepers everywhere."

"Oh," Huxley breathed, sounding relieved. "That's good."

Taking a deep breath, Beetee addressed both Huxley and Zaria, the latter still hovering anxiously behind him.

"I know this is really tough for both of you," Beetee began, "but I need you two to cooperate with each other. I honestly haven't got any idea what this arena is going to be like besides the fact that we've all probably figured out it's going to be water-based. But just because we know there's going to be lots of water, doesn't mean we have the possibility of dehydration covered. We're lucky if they'll be providing you fresh water even. There's always a twist, and you two, as tributes of District Three, need to work together. I understand you're afraid, but you need to be able to trust each other."

It was then when Zaria finally lifted her head to lock eyes with Huxley for more than a mere second. Her mentor was right, just like he always was. The bonds formed by district partners were different from forming alliances with other tributes from other districts during training.

"We've stopped," Cassavera suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Zaria and Huxley turned towards the door that was supposed to slide open at any second. The flashes intensified, and Zaria found it difficult to keep her eyes fully open. Beetee rested her palm on her shoulder and steered her forward. Huxley blindly followed behind them.

Beetee mumbled under his breath, counting down from three, two, one…

The door slid open and the crowd's cheers were deafening. Huxley didn't know where to look first. A woman with puffy pink hair was calling out his name by the front, and a blue-haired man by the side was jumping up and down, attempting to get this attention. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand shot up slightly and waved. The Capitol citizens eagerly waved back, calling out his and Zaria's names.

Beside him, Zaria stayed completely still, eyes wide with absolute fear and posture rigid. Leaning down, Huxley whispered into her ear.

"They seem to like it if you wave."

Her head shot up to look at him in alarm. Huxley shrugged and continued to wave at the crowd. Hesitantly Zaria followed and as they both acknowledged the horde of Capitol people, they felt something stir inside them. Maybe it was confidence, or maybe hope that someone out there would be helping them get out of the arena alive.

~ District Five ~

Dune Faraway, 17 – Shaleh Turrent, 17

Dune and Shaleh walked briskly together in a long well lit hallway. The two trailed behind a plump woman whose strides were too fast for both Dune and Shaleh to keep up as quick. They turned a corner and faced a narrow hall that led to a tall glass door. Two couches were placed opposite each other before the door; Dune assumed it was a waiting area.

"Be seated," the older bespectacled woman, Lita Prowes, said. "This is the Remake Center. Your prep teams will call you in a few minutes. Just stay seated out here until they do."

Dune and Shaleh took a couch each for themselves. They sat opposite each other. Shaleh seemed to be looking anywhere but at Dune, but Dune's eyes wouldn't leave her. Lita left to take care of some other mentor business, which left both tributes alone together, waiting for their separate prep teams that seemed to take a lifetime.

"Are we going to go in there together?" Dune suddenly asked.

Shaleh allowed herself to look at him for a second, before immediately looking away, leaving Dune's question unanswered.

"You're not going to answer me are you?"

Again Shaleh's eyes met his for a moment before resuming to stare at the blank wall above his head.

"All right, fine," Dune mumbled, accepting the silence. He was never good in conversations either, but it seemed necessary to at least attempt to speak with his district partner.

Out of pure habit and completely forgetting Dune's presence, Shaleh reached into her pocket and pulled out her lighter. She could feel her nerves building up and only the presence of fire could calm her down during a situation like this. Flicking the switch, the flame was freed and Shaleh exhaled, her muscles relaxing and her mind wandering.

Then Dune let out a loud curse. Shaleh's finger slipped and the flamed disappeared. Her head shot up in alarm, only to see Dune pressed against the couch and his eyes wide as he stared startlingly at the lighter in Shaleh's hand.

"Are you insane?" Dune hissed.

"No," Shaleh replied shortly, hastily keeping the lighter in her pocket.

"Why do you have a lighter with you?" Dune demanded.

Shaleh answered with a rapid shake of her head. Pursing her lips, she avoided his gaze once more. Dune fell silent. Surprised, Shaleh slowly turned her head to face him again, only to find his eyes piercing through her. She could imagine the gears turning inside his head as he analyzed her. The beat of her heart quickened its pace. Her palms were sweaty as she resisted pulling her lighter out of her pocket again.

Someone was about to know her secret. Out of all the boys to be reaped, why did he have to be one of the cleverer ones?

But Shaleh knew it didn't matter now. Even if this boy knew what she did, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. They were both headed the same way: to their deaths. But even as she forced herself to think realistically about the situation, she still had hope. She could still come out alive, but that would mean that Dune wouldn't, and her secret would go down with him.

"Well?"

Shaleh opened her mouth to speak, but the door cut her off by finally opening, and a woman with bright yellow hair and vibrant green makeup stepped out to greet the both of them.

"District Five, am I correct?" she said in her thickly accented voice. "Come on in! My name is Paulina, and I'm in Dune's prep team. Shaleh, you go through the other door."

Rather confused, both tributes followed the perky woman, Paulina, into the door. The room inside was square and tiny. Two more doors were present opposite each other. Dune was forced to follow Paulina into the door on the right wall despite his desire to question Shaleh even further. He looked over his shoulder one last time, only to see Shaleh do the same. With crimson cheeks, his redheaded district partner scurried into her own door and hastily shut it behind her.

The fires in District Five could possibly be linked to her. Dune needed to know. He spent most of his time trying to figure it all out. He knew that somebody was behind everything. Was it possible that it was the timid seventeen year-old girl reaped alongside him this year?

If anybody else could hear his thoughts, they would think he was overthinking it. What if Shaleh just happened to bring the lighter because of a different and totally unrelated reason? Perhaps the lighter had meant something to her in the past. But Dune couldn't shake off the feeling that Shaleh had something to do with it.

Sighing, Dune wordlessly lay down on the elevated flat surface Paulina had led him to. Maybe he was overthinking it. It wasn't like it mattered now anyway. They weren't in District Five anymore.

"What are you going to do to me?" Dune couldn't help but ask as Paulina wore her gloves.

She shot him a sprightly grin before answering. "We're going to make you look pretty!"

Dune internally groaned.

~ District Seven ~

Linden Alder, 13 – Alana Miranine, 15

Linden patiently waited for Lana by the elevator. They were going to begin the chariot rides soon. Linden actually felt lucky to have Lana as a district partner. She was a sweet girl who found enjoyment in everything and everybody she met. She even treated Linden as an equal despite being two years younger than her, which he really appreciated.

A door in the hallway opened and a dark-haired middle-aged man stepped out. Linden's mentor, Noah Huff, strode towards him with an easy-going smile on his face.

"Lana's not here yet?" Noah asked.

Linden shook his head. "It's all right. We can still wait a bit longer."

"Chariot rides will be starting soon," Noah said a bit snippily, but the smile on his face stayed in place.

"I know," Linden said quietly, getting rather intimidated. "I'm sure she's got a good enough reason why she's late."

To Linden's relief, Noah dropped the subject with a shrug. Then he began to get into the bigger topic.

"So you've got any plans, Linden?"

At first, Linden was too flustered to think straight.

"For what?"

Noah amusedly tilted his head down at him. "The Games, obviously. Do you have any idea what you're going to do as soon as training starts tomorrow?"

"I was hoping to form an alliance," Linden said feebly, as if he were afraid his answer was wrong.

"With who?" Noah pressed. "You need to understand the situation, Linden. You're–what–thirteen? All the bigger guys will be grouping together. You need to find somebody before it's too late. I would suggest you talk it up with the older ones, but that's a long shot."

"What about Alana?" Linden blurted, unable to contain himself. "She's my district partner. She'd say yes, wouldn't she?"

Noah's smile suddenly dropped, and he gave Linden a pitying look.

"I suggest you don't try getting into an alliance with Lana," he said stiffly.

Linden scrunched his eyebrows together, unable to understand why his mentor wouldn't want him to ally with his own district partner. Wouldn't he agree that most good alliances were formed between a pair of tributes from the same district?

"She's my district partner," he was able to say with the most confidence he could muster. "I think it'd be good to ally with someone from Seven too. And she seems like a nice enough person, wouldn't you agree?"

Noah seemed to be torn. He opened his mouth numerous times, only to close it again right after. Seconds of uncomfortable silence passed before Noah figured out what he was going to say to Linden next.

"Linden, how would you describe someone who makes an entirely new personality for themselves to keep hidden how they truly are?"

Linden thought for a few moments, confused as to why his mentor was asking him that.

"A fake," Linden replied.

Noah gave him a pointed look, and only then did Lana finally show up from her room. Linden suddenly felt slightly guilt-ridden as she happily walked towards them, looking sweeter than ever. She and Linden had matching tree-like outfits, except Lana placed a yellow carnation by her right ear.

"Ah, there you are," Noah greeted her with a grin, as if he hadn't just been talking about her.

"I'm sorry I was late," Lana said with the perfect embarrassed tone. "I was looking for my token." She pointed to the flower tucked behind her ear. Noah nodded thoughtfully.

If the mentor thought he had succeeded in hiding his suspicions from Lana, he was undeniably wrong. Lana had noticed the tension the moment she stepped out of her room. It all was coming from Linden, whose eyes were currently darting quickly from Lana to Noah as if he were expecting something to happen between the both of them. Lana always knew Noah had suspected her. She wasn't surprised, but she was worried. She thought she had Linden fooled, but with Noah as his mentor, there was a possibility of a change of plans.

Pity. As her district partner, Linden was always the best choice.

"So are we all ready?" Noah said with a cheer, clapping his hands together. His gaze lingered longer on Lana who shot a fake smile back at him.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" she buoyantly exclaimed.

With a ding, the elevator doors slid open and Lana skipped inside. Linden paused, looking at a grinning Noah to an overly cheerful Lana. For a second, Lana actually thought the kid was smart enough to figure it out on his own, but then he shook his head and took his place by Lana's side.

~ District Nine ~

Dillon Shaw, 14 – Taegan Harper, 15

Ding!

Dillon's eyes widened as soon as the elevator doors opened and presented the readying room before the chariot rides. Many were scurrying about, such as stylists putting last minute additions to their tributes' costumes and mentors possibly trying to find missing teenagers.

Blight Marisen, a victor of Seven, was irately complaining to one of the stylists about how long both tributes of his district were taking. He felt rather relieved that he and Taegan weren't the latest ones, and he was able to calmly step out of the elevator without tripping over his own feet.

His district partner followed silently behind him. While Dillon watched his competition in awe at their outfits that were supposed to represent their district, Taegan couldn't have looked less interested as she stood rather intimidatingly with her stoic expression and rigid stance. Well, as intimidating as a cropper–which had been her costume for the rides–could get.

"Don't they look pretty good?" Dillon commented for the sake of striking up a conversation with his district partner. He pointed to the pair from Four, whose female tribute was wearing a beautiful flowing blue-green long gown that extended behind her with a rippling effect, and the male tribute wore a lengthy flowing blue-green cape to match hers.

"They're Careers. Of course, they'd look good," Taegan deadpanned, looking unconcerned.

"Oh yeah," Dillon said with a nervous scoff. "I knew that."

Taegan didn't reply. Dillon rubbed the back of his neck, insisting to continue the conversation by speaking again.

"So you got any idea where to go? I mean I thought it'd be easier to find our chariot. Figured it would be made of rice plants or something."

Taegan shot him a look that screamed 'just shut up'.

"That was a joke," Dillon said.

"There you guys are!"

The two looked all too relieved to finally see a familiar face. Theo Reeves approached them quickly and led them to their chariot, which was painted bright gold just like the rest. Theo immediately advised Dillon to step up in case the ceremony would start soon. Following his mentor's orders, he hoisted himself up then hesitated before turning back to offer a hand to Taegan.

Surprisingly, the older girl took it, but only after shooting Dillon a skeptical look. Dillon pulled her up and she stood rather breathlessly by his side, taking everything in around her. From an elevated point of view, she was able to see the entire room. Taegan watched as three of the Careers were already scheming by the corner. She recognized the pair from One and the girl from Two.

"Look at them," Taegan suddenly spoke. "It's not even training yet and they're already grouping together."

Dillon blinked at her twice, unable to believe she was actually addressing him at first.

"Er, yeah," he replied hesitantly, even looking behind his shoulder to check if there was anybody else she could have been speaking to. "That girl, Laurel, looks pretty into it."

Laurel was the girl from Two, Taegan noted. She had long luscious blond hair tumbling down her bare shoulders. She wore a solid golden tube top that only seemed to cover her breasts and an armor skirt to match. She held a spear in her right hand and a shield on the other with District Two's symbol. She was excitedly chattering on with the two from One, the boy looking interested but his partner just stood uncertainly beside him.

"She does, doesn't she?" Taegan mused. "She's probably going to be their leader. That's good because then she'd die first."

Dillon snorted loud enough for Theo to give him an odd look as if he couldn't believe he was possibly laughing at anything Taegan had said.

"Leaders don't get the best luck now, do they?" Dillon said humorously.

Taegan shook her head. "Last year's Career leader, Ares Hammersmith, was killed by a fourteen year-old." She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Perhaps this year, that could be you."

The edginess had returned and Dillon found it extremely difficult to stay still.

"You think I can kill the Career from Two?" he asked.

Taegan shrugged. "I didn't think that the fourteen year-old from Eight could kill Hammersmith. But he did. So yeah, I guess you'd be able to do it too if you had the chance."

Dillon didn't think Taegan knew she was actually giving him a compliment when she obviously was just being her usual dry and blunt self. He didn't comment on it though and simply muttered a thank you. Taegan gave him a peculiar look, wondering why he was giving her thanks. She internally shrugged this off, deciding not to dwell on it. Instead she continued to observe her surroundings and an announcement echoed through the room, giving them five more minutes to get ready before the chariot rides would officially start.

"This is going to be a piece of cake," Dillon said optimistically, placing his hands firmly on the bars before him.

He could tell Taegan didn't believe him one bit.

~ District Eleven ~

Harris Tweed, 12 – Charisma "Charlie" Matthews, 18

Charlie was ready. She had everything under control. She liked the feeling of being in control of herself. She couldn't lose herself now. Not in front of everybody in the Capitol. The chariot rides were mainly for first impressions, and Charlie needed to leave a good one to help her get out alive.

The small boy beside her was shaking. She didn't offer any form of comfort, but she felt the need to. He was reaped at an early age of twelve. It must have been absolutely frightening for him, but Charlie shouldn't care. She was about to go into the Hunger Games. She couldn't risk getting attached to anybody else.

Seeder Rhodes leaned close to Eleven's chariot and whispered to both Charlie and Harris.

"Just smile and wave, all right?" she advised warmly. "It'll be over in no time. I know nothing's really easy in the Hunger Games, but I have to say that this is the least difficult of all the steps that you need to get through. Just be yourselves."

Charlie gulped. If only being her self was as easy as it sounded.

"Harris, you doing good?" Seeder asked with concern.

Harris' eyes darted to meet his mentor's for a full second before looking away. He muttered a small 'I'm fine' and proceeded to nervously look at the opposite wall. He couldn't help but think how badly the Capitol would think of him as soon as his chariot would roll out of the room. Who would even want to sponsor a helpless twelve year-old, especially next to a tough-looking eighteen year-old?

The ceremony started soon after Seeder left to join her mentoring partner, Chaff. Charlie remained silent beside Harris, and both tributes of Eleven listened intently to the cheers of the Capitol citizens outside. Harris could feel his hands dampen with sweat, and he couldn't wipe them anywhere because he was sure he'd just ruin his costume.

"Funny how the crowd dies down every time a non-Career district comes out," Charlie commented rather bitterly as District Three's chariot filed out after Two and indeed, the cheers had significantly decreased in volume.

Harris didn't intend to say his thoughts out loud, but he had blurted the words out before he could stop himself.

"They'll probably be throwing anything they have on us once we come out."

He had expected Charlie to be offended, but instead she smiled.

"You're being too negative for a twelve year-old," she said with a bit of humor in her tone. "Have a little optimism, will you?"

Her words hung around Harris' air. For a twelve year-old, she had said. Harris suddenly missed Mrs. McGrage, the kind widow who never once mentioned Harris' youth except for that time when Harris expressed his fear over Reaping Day.

"Nothing much positive things to dwell on while I'm in this place," Harris said a bit snippily. He knew he shouldn't be talking like that to a girl who was way older and bigger than he was, but he couldn't seem to help himself.

"I suppose that makes sense," Charlie murmured. Then her eyes glazed over and her body went lax. Pupils dilated, she twisted her head to lock eyes with Harris. "But just so you know, there won't be anything stopping me when I kill you."

Harris felt his heart grow heavy in chest and his throat clog up as he stared back into Charlie's blazing brown eyes. His breathing quickened and he was terrified that she might suddenly spring into action and kill him right there and then.

Suddenly her eyes grew bigger and her body tensed up. She lightly shook her head and turned her head to look forward. She gripped the handlebars tight, ducking her head as she slowly took deep breaths and exhaled. Harris felt his body relax, but inched as far away from her as possible.

Charlie blinked rapidly and turned back to look at the terrified boy. She opened her mouth to speak, probably to explain what exactly just happened, but the chariot began to move and all too soon, they were outside. Charlie's explanation was left unsaid, and instantly her hand was in the air, waving pleasantly at anybody who looked at her. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

The chariot took a turn and Harris was still frozen in one spot. He hadn't waved or even acknowledged the Capitol people in any way. His mind was clogged with images of his body laying on the ground and Charlie cutting his throat open.

Author's Note:

Here's the first Capitol chapter! I really hope you liked it. It was difficult for me to write some of these districts, but I sort of succeeded in the end. I don't think I'm truly satisfied with this chapter but yeah.

Anyway I'd like to thank those who still stuck around for these last few chapters and reviewed. It really means a lot to me that you're still around even after my short break. For the rest, I'd love to hear from you all as well. :)

Chapter Questions!

What did you think of these six districts?

Which district/s stood out most to you in this chapter?

Also by the way, I now have a Victor's Blog! Yay! Since I realized that I'm going to have to make up mentors for the tributes anyway, I decided to make a blog for them too so you'll be able to see at least a gist of how each of them are. I updated the Free and Forgotten blog and the mentors for each tribute are assigned. And if you'd like to see the Victor's blog, the link is on my profile.

I suppose I should also mention that I'm going to be out of the house from May 1-3 so I won't be on my computer. Don't expect another update this week (maybe I'll have one next week). If you need to PM me, try doing it today until Wednesday so I'll still be able to reply before I leave.

Til next time!

~jess