Intelle "Elly" Lazzara

The streets of district three were empty during the early hours of the morning, but it gave Intelle a peaceful time to do her favorite past-time... to run. Her love of the sport came from when she was younger and picked on by the other district kids. Most of those in three had very thin, stick-like figures but for a long time Intelle was overweight. She hated the feeling of people poking fun at her, making jokes about her. She hadn't exactly been fat, but since he parents could afford to feed her she didn't end up looking as thin as most of the other people. Her self-esteem never really got very high whilst her brother was around, and had to cling to him to be able to have confidence to attempt anything. Her fear of him getting reaped was something that had caused multiple nightmares almost every night when she was younger. Him starting a job in a factory when he was eighteen was hard for her, and she found looking for more outlets for herself to do.

It hard started small, her doing small exercises in her living room. Something she didn't realize she would stick with. Eventually she started running as well, and it wasn't long before she was at a normal looking weight, alongside a fairly strong upper-body. That had been the start though, her new found appearance made other people point her out, and eventually she found herself learning how to use a sword. Someone had argued with her how much it would mean to her if she was in the games, or if her kids where going to be in the games she would need to provide them with something more then words.. and thats how it had started. Since then she had never looked back.

This morning however was ominous, anyone else who was seen out in the streets would most likely be going to visit a family, encouraging words and preparation for the celebration that comes afterwards when the child was not picked, or the support needed when the child was shipped off towards the capitol to take part in bloodshed.

The restaurent at the end of the road is where she finally came to a halt, walking inside to see her brother, parents and niece around a small table. A plate with vegetables and a slice of beef laid prepared for her. The sight of such things made her stomach groan, reminding her of when she used to starve herself.

"We know it won't be you being picked today sweety... but, we don't often get to treat you, so please eat as much as you can. It's real meat, and real vegetables. The expensive sort we never used to be able to have ourselves" Her dad said, getting up so Intelle could have a seat. She was speechless, and ate the meal in silence.

Cable Tekks

A cell, four walls and a single door. Also used as a power source, not to be confused with a battery. Something small inside an animal or plant. But the cell Cable was in was a prison. The justice building had him trapped, like an animal. He didn't have any choice but to sit and wait for his punishment, after today he would be gone. He had a single day left until his execution, but luck was with him... he could enter the Hunger Games! It was a genius plan, something that only he could have thought of.

"It won't work..." Someone said, but Cable ignored it. He had heard that sort of talk before, and hated it when they turned up. They sometimes made sense, but often just insulted him. "Your falling for their tricks, it's all a set-up" It continued, and Cable could only swat at the air in-front of him.

"No, no, no it will work. I have no worries, my plan will work. I'm a genius, your not." He said, wanting to be rid of the horrid sound of intruders in his cell. What had he done to be put in here again? His slightly damaged mind went through the last week. He had worked out the distance that he would have needed to jump the fence out of the district, and he had found the perfect building... but the stupid people. They where jealous, they had known. They had snitched! That was the reason he was now on waiting to be executed for trying to run away from home. No chance for a punishment like becoming an avox, or whipping. They wanted him dead, and chances where it was his parents... it was their fault!

He had been diagnosed with a silly old label, they had thought he was strange and they didn't believe him when he said the invisible people spoke to him. They said he had a mental disorder, but it was true! He could hear them now, mocking him. Schizophrenia, ad just like that the word was meant to make it all go away.

Whilst he would tinker and create, the voices spoke to him. His first dynamo had been thrown at the most harsh voice... the one that screamed at him. It had made it go away, and it had broken the dynamo. It had been a simple procedure for him to re-create, he had already done it once. But ruining his first invention didn't get rid of the invisible men. They stayed, even know he could feel them watching and getting ready to taunt him. They would go away after time... they would eventually leave him alone. The sound of the door unlocking snapped his head up, the peacemakers marched in ready to take him to the

The young man from the Capitol who was preforming the annual reaping, Miles Sennat, looked very uncomfortable, hunched over and shivering under a leaky, capitol umbrella. Miles stepped up to the microphone, not happy with the district he had to escort for or the weather that had turned up to make him feel wanted. His motions where those of a tortoise or sloth. He had no effort, and little interest in doing his job this year. He plucked the top name from the first glass orb. The card he was holding wet from the bad weather. He sighed as he struggled to undo the fasten with a single hand. "Ou-ou-our f-f-f-fir-st trib..tribute is Inte-te-telle Laz-z-zara" He said, stuttering from the cold of the weather. A girl walked out from the crowd and up towards the stage, her face was stony and she didn't seem to express any emotion. Miles then made his way over to the male reaping ball but before he could even start to reach in and call out a name, a loud shriek came from the audience. Cable lunged forward through the crowds, jumping up and down through the rabble of other skinny males screaming at the top of his lungs 'I volunteer!' again and again. Miles could only stare in horror as the ape like boy made his way onto the stage. He hadn't shaved, his hair was a brown nest of lice and he looked crazed enough to be a wild beast. "Wel-well... W-w-we have o-o-our trribbutes!" He said, and made a silent prayer inside. 'Looks like I'm stuck with this district again for at least another year...'

A/N - The worst...chapter...ever...

So,so, so sorry guys for how badly this turned out :/

Still, interesting tributes that I had some serious writters block for xD

POSITIVE NOTE: Interviews!

We are almost half-way through the tributes so, me and Owyn have discussed how we want to do the interviews for the tributes. If you have any questions for any of the tributes, please send them to us in the following format:

Tribute Being Asked:

The Question:

See, it's easy :)

We will be adding in our own questions to get over important plot points, but aside from that if you have seen a tribute you want to know more about send in a question. If it isn't used in the interview we will try and answer it best we can in-character :)