Mohair White

The morning of the reaping day and Mohair was awake earlier then any other tribute. She needed to look perfect for today, she needed the world to see her shine. Her hair was as gold as the jewellery of the Capitol, and it curled down her back in spirals of perfection. Her skin was a light bronze color, a perfect tone. Her eyes were glittering gems, and she had habits of making people do exactly what she wanted, when she wanted. She liked it that way. The Golden dress that had been picked out for her by her friends and paid for by some hopeless guy who was a year younger than her was perfect. It had a way of screaming money and beauty. Her time was now.

She spent the next half-an-hour putting her clothes on, going over her make-up, making sure her hair was still perfect and trying not to move too much. Her head was spinning with ideas as to what she would say after being picked. So many ideas, so little time.

Her bedroom was covered in pictures of the past winners, more so with those from District 1. Superstars, the most loved people in the whole of Panem and she knew her place was with them. She'd always had this hole in her that needed filling, no boy had ever done so and no sense of achievement in training could have done it. She needed to win the games. That was her purpose. On the far side of her room sat an old fashion dart-board, and deep within it was multiple knives. She had trained with those knives day after day, hour after hour. She was dedicated to her dream of one day living with the other victors, to have people want to interview her and know her life. She wanted her picture on other people's walls... It would be perfect.

Knock, Knock...

"Honey... are you okay? You haven't come out of you room yet... the reaping is going to be in an hour. I wanted to talk to you before you left, and you have a visitor who is eager to talk to you." Her mum's voice called in, timid and worried. Mohair wished sometimes that her mother would grow a spine. She never supported her dream like her dad had done, never encouraged it. She never watched the games, and it had all been down to her brother dying in them during the earlier games. She was a pathetic excuse of a human, it wasn't a wonder that her dad had left her.

"Mum, I'm getting ready. How many times have I warned you about disturbing me whilst I am getting ready?" Mohair hissed, and with that her mother's footsteps could be heard walking away from her door and back into the lower half of the house. She just started turning back to the mirror when she heard the door to her room open.

"I THOUGH I TOLD YOU NOT TO..." She shouted at the person entering aggressively but was cut off to see a boy standing their, she looked at him confused for a moment. She didn't recognize him right away, but when he gave her a nervous smile he recognized him. Glitz, he had been making big talk about volunteering last year after he turned 18 and had wanted to win the games for her but when it came to it, he had chickened out.

"Hey Mohair... your mum says that your volunteering this year, you don't have to you know... these people, you are already better then them. You don't have anything to prove..." He said, his chiseled features looking over her. "I think you look beautiful" He continued, and Mohair could feel herself shaking. He needed to leave now, before she lost it with him. "I can take care of you, it doesn-" The second he had said about her needing someone to take care of her she had flung round and punched him. He wasn't worth the air she breathed. The boy looked at her, clenching his bleeding nose before leaving the room. She sighed heavily and looked at her hand. She would need to redo her nails now, idiot.

Brash Catchworth

The Academy was all but empty now, most people where at home preparing for the games that would be coming around in a couple of weeks. Their was no doubt three or four people who wanted to volunteer themselves, but it had to be his year. The spear he had been holding was thrown at high speeds and collided with his target. He moved along to the next target. It was his last year, and Glass had joked about them being famous champions who would both win as siblings. A hunger games first, but that dreamed hadn't happened... He threw another spear, harder and faster. The thud that resonated from the room was louder, and echoed longer. He moved along to the next target in the room. It was the most expensive academy in all of district one, and he had been attending it for longer then he could remember. He picked out a spear and threw it, as hard as he could. The sight of getting a bulls eye with a spear made him grin with with something that screamed evil. He had the smile of Satan.

His sister had been sure volunteering early was the right thing to do, she had just been sixteen. If she had waited any longer, then we might have both volunteered the same year and she hated the idea of having her brothers name on her list of casualties. At the time he hadn't been bothered, their was always going to be someone who would have volunteered in his place and his twin sister was hell bent on glory so he didn't need it. But she had been wrong, she didn't win. She had been killed by the district seven tribute, and now district seven needed to be humiliated. Crushed.

He pulled out a fourth spear, and threw it screaming "FOR GLASS!" The spear missed, hitting the back wall and rebounding onto the floor, rolling towards him harmlessly. The empty room seemed to suddenly laugh at his mistake, his anger getting the best of him. 'Destined to fail' they whispered, 'Not good enough' 'Nothing like his perfect sister' ...

Eventually the heat got too much for him and he left the training room, heading out towards the exit of the academy. He needed to get fresh air, he needed to escape. The walk was one alone, and painful. He remembered so much about his sister and training with her here. His family had all been expecting her to slaughter it, and she had made the family disgraced, mocked for having a daughter to die by such a district. The tribute hadn't even gone on to win. District 7 needed to have it's turn to be humiliated. Brash passed by the locker that she used to have, he remembered clearing it out. Trying not to succumb to the glares people gave him. Today was a big day for the both of them. Today was the day that the Catchworth family go it's pride back.

Wade smiled from ear to ear, his job was escort to district 1. He had been stuck with bad districts since he started this job, but thanks to some idiots last year, the tribute from his district; district 6 had managed to win. He doubted the idiots had even been aware of the games around them, they had managed to avoid the anger of the other tributes and kept anything the gamemaker sent at them away. Yeah, the guy killed the girl with a brick a bit early but Wade hadn't been too fond of her either. She had a big mouth and wouldn't shut up. Anyone who walked past him gave him a baffled look, as even for the Capitol his choice of clothing was... questionable. He had red hair, pulled up into a Mohawk with blonde hair over the top of his hawk. His face had white sun-glasses and his face had tribal tattoo's. He wore a tuxedo that was white with more marking on that matched the ones on his face. He screamed nutter, not that anyone would point that out to him.

"Helllooooooooo District 1! I'm Wade, your escort and I'm going to be taking you guys to the capitol. If you guys and girls are ready, I'm sure you won't mind me picking out this years male winner to start!" He said, close to shouting as he dipped his hand into the small glass sphere. His hand spun around more then necessary and really wade sure that he got every minute of making the crowd nervous. Eventually he picked up a thin piece of paper and opened it. He had a beam appear on his face. "Do we have ourselves a TopazEverglow?" He nodded his head after reading out. Instead of Topaz though, a large and somewhat brutish guy walked out into the pathway up to the stage. His short toffee hair and hazel eyes having a haunting image of a tribute who had done the same thing two years ago.

"I Volunteer" He said, and walked up to the stage. Wade didn't seem fazed and handed him the microphone.

"Please, your name?" He asked, happy to accept a tribute that was going to keep him in the better districts. The guy didn't seem to hear the question so wade had to nudge him and ask him again.

"My name is Brash, Brash Catchworth" He said, Wade didn't even seem to recognize the last name, to which Brash couldn't help but mutter idiot under his breath. The microphone didn't pick it up, but Wade heard it.

"Onto the lovely ladies then..." He said, moving to the next bowl. He didn't take as long this time, and dove his hand straight in and out. "Please could Mohair White take the stage!" He called out, wishing inside he got someone that was going to be like Brash but more talkative. The girl who walked out made most male tributes stare. Almost all of them knew who she was, and most where jealous they didn't get to go with her. The girls who stared where jealous they didn't look like her. The two gave a stone, hardy look into the others eyes and shook hands. They where both ready to win

"Give a hand for District One's Tributes!" Wade called out, and was greeted with a salute of hands. Wade, smiled and hurried the two into the justice building.