I have returned to the wonderful world or wifi! Warning: Lots of swearing in this chapter. Probably too much. Credit for this tribute goes to another mysterious guest.

Brooklyn De'shawn: District 6, age 16

I woke up slightly disoriented, forgetting where I was for a moment. Who the fuck was banging on my door at this hour? Which hour? I pried open my eyes, expecting to see my regular boring old clock in my regular boring old bedroom.

Nope.

Reality hits me like a train, it really is a pain, I don't wanna be a tribute 'cause that's just really lame...

I once again found myself making up a rap. I grabbed the notebook I had left on the bedside table the previous night, a Capitol one with the Hunger Games logo and a few rhymes already scribbled down.

"Brooklyn! Get up!" The escort's muffled voice floated through the door, accompanied with more banging.

So many expectations from my asshole escort; I don't wanna fucking leave this room, 'cause I—

"BROOKLYN!"

Angrily I swung open the door, glaring at the red-faced Capitol ass in front of me. "Could you not? I am making art!"

Petros Stavros looked equally furious. "It is time to get ready for training! I've been banging on your door for ten minutes!"

"Well, I'm sorry for being inspired!" I shot back.

"Listen, kid," he seethed, "I don't know what sort of skills you've picked up in your District, but if you want to survive in the arena, you're going to have to train! So get your filthy ass showered so you can maybe have enough charm get some allies!" He marched away, grumbling, "Honestly, I always get stuck with the lousiest tributes!"

I watched the lights reflect off his bald head, wondering if I could see my reflection in it.

"Nelasha?" I noticed Petros was quite a bit more gentle towards my district partner. "Time to get up."

The door swung open moments later and Petros jumped back.

"Training?" Nelasha questioned, wearing her usual creepy grin.

There's this girl I know, she's quite the freak show, her smile stretches miles and her teeth are white as snow. But she's not ordinary, she's really quite scary, the fangs on her teeth make her grin much less merry.

I was quite satisfied with this rhyme, and rapidly wrote it down while breakfast arrived.

"Brooklyn, Nelasha, I want you two teaming up," Petros announced.

"Uh, why?" I inquired. That might've been the dumbest idea he had had yet.

"Because you need an alliance if you want to survive."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll think about it." As in, no. I was not going with my freak district partner, who was currently staring at me with her left eye twitching.

"Your skin looks lovely," she whispered. "I can't wait to try it on."

I rose from my seat so quickly I banged my legs. "I think I'll go get dressed." I tried to say it in a cool, casual way, but my voice quavered a bit. That girl was creepy as hell.

"It was a joke!" I heard her protest as I closed the door. What kind of fucked up joke was that?

I had a quick overly-luxurious shower, then rummaged around for some clothes. It seemed that my only option was some boring training clothes, which I reluctantly slipped on. They were a regular shade of black, with short sleeves and blue stripes here and there. A pale blue 6 was pasted on my back. Not exactly what was in style in my district, but it was skintight in a way that could be sexy.

I emerged at the same time as Nelasha, who smiled at me and licked her lips. "Lookin' good, ally."

I didn't respond, only hurried towards the elevator.

"Don't mess up your first impressions!" I heard Petros call.

We must've been running a bit late, since the elevator only stopped for one person, a tall guy with a 4 on his back. Upon closer inspection, I recognized him as the guy who some career blew up at. Probably a good potential ally, seeing as his muscles were big.

Nelasha was licking her lips at him, so I shot her a look that hopefully said, Mine.

I sauntered over to the Four boy, not putting too much effort into looking cool. That just came naturally to me. "Hey. Brooklyn De'shawn, District Six."

He glanced at me warily. "Danan Zacharia, District Four."

"Mutation?" I tried.

"What's it to you?"

"You look like you're hoping for an alliance." The doors opened, and I matched his pace smoothly. "I might be able to supply that."

My so far successful conversation was interrupted by a peacekeeper with her helmet off, attempting to get everyone's attention.

"Now that you're all here..." She glared pointedly at me. Of course I was late. That was how I rolled. "...allow me to explain training. I'm sure you have it figured out, but I have to go over it anyway. Over here we have the weapons area..."

I tuned out, instead searching for my potential ally, who had slipped away from me at some point. I found him at the opposite edge of the crowd, next to a skinny redhead boy.

By the time I had casually shuffled over, the peacekeeper had finished her tour and the tributes were dispersing.

I got right to the point. "As I was saying, wanna be allies?"

"Are you with her?" Danan jerked his head towards Nelasha, who was making quick work of demolishing a dummy with her teeth.

"Hell no."

"Then sure, if you're alright with teaming up with Olin." He gestured towards the redhead boy.

What a wimp. "Alright."

Olin dragged his brown gaze off the floor to meet mine. "If you really think I'm a wimp, I can leave."

"Woah, what?" I blurted. I didn't say that out loud, did I?

"You didn't, I can just read minds." He offered a small smile.

"That could be useful, right Brooklyn?" Danan nudged me hopefully.

"I guess," I said. "Speaking of which, you never told me your mutation, ally."

"Oh, right. Watch." Danan held out his hand, and some sort of weird-ass rock started growing off it. "It's kinda like armour."

"Cool," I offered. It was nice for him, but it wouldn't do much good in protecting me.

"How about you?" questioned the Four boy. "What's your mutation?"

"X-ray vision," I announced. "It's not that useful, but good for peeping on girls."

"You're disgusting," chuckled Danan, giving me a shove.

"I could look at your penis right now if I wanted to."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to?"

"Shut up," I laughed. "I have a girlfriend."

I had a feeling we were going to get along just fine. We were already making fun of each other like I did with my friends in Six. I couldn't wait to get back home.

I glanced at Olin, who was staring off into the distance. "You're awfully quiet."

"The Twelve boy," he murmured. "I can't get him out of my mind."

"What, are you in love with him or something?" I joked.

"He's reading his thoughts, you idiot!" said Danan.

"He wants to join us," announced Olin, "He wants an alliance but he's not sure how to ask."

"Well, do your mind reading abilities tell us if he's an asset?" I questioned.

"I-I don't know," he stammered, looking ashamed. "He wasn't thinking about it. Can he join us, Danan?"

"Since when was Danan the leader of this alliance?" I scoffed. "I say strength in numbers. Hey, kid!" I yelled at the boy.

"His name is Ashton," Olin quietly informed me.

"Ashton!"

Said tribute turned to face me, looking startled. I motioned for him to come over. He walked towards me, a confused expression on his face.

Ashton had the typical District Twelve look; black hair, grey eyes, and olive skin. He was short and skinny, but didn't look half as wimpy as Olin did.

"Wanna join our alliance?"

He was clearly shocked by my invitation. "Uhh... Sure? I mean, yes! Yes, absolutely! Thanks!" His demeanour quickly changed from perplexed to enthusiastic.

We introduced ourselves before choosing the survival station to train in first. I made up a rap as I struggled to make a fire.

Twelve, Six, Four, and Three. This is the alliance for me. Mind-reading, rock-armour, and superspeed; teaming with these guys I did a good deed.

I frowned. This sounded more like a skip rope rhyme than a Hunger Games rap. I would have to work on that later.

Ugh, the Hunger Games. Such a nuisance, only in the way of getting me to my destiny as a famous rapper. Perhaps surviving a death match would help with publicity, but surviving was the key word in that.

Twelve, Six, Four, and Three. We're The Boys, but I'll have to use them to save me.

And there you have Brooklyn! I hope you liked this chapter. Please review so we can get to 50! What did you think of Brooklyn and the other Boys? How about psycho-of-the-year Nelasha? Thanks so much for reading!