Calamity Haldor, District Two

I think it's safe to say that my family, the Haldors, are one of the most important in Panem. If not, definitely District Two. My twin brother, Calloway, and I are some of the most determined and focused people at the training centre (even more so than the trainers themselves) and there's a fear attached to us. We're both tall and proficient in martial arts and our chosen weapons - it's hard to not be scared of us. We're nice all the same though; myself being outgoing and friendly and Calloway being more of a class clown than one would expect. Our extrovert-like personalities are the only reason that someone wouldn't be afraid of us.

Our father, Jasper, is the Head Peacekeeper in District Two and our mother, Jade, owns a coffee shop. The District's old escort loved our mother's coffee shop and always came down a couple of days before the reaping to enjoy the coffee she makes. Our older sister, Calliope, is a peacekeeper in District Five and from what I've heard, is well on her way to becoming Deputy Head Peacekeeper. We've got two younger siblings too, Cassius and Candor, and they're well on their way to volunteering like us. We're all very friendly though, hence why I think we're so important. Nobody ever fights against us because we make no enemies. My father, being a liaison to the Capitol, is well received so, naturally, the rest of us are too.

Our family is in full support of the Games. In fact, we make a big spectacle about it. Our parents have been known to hold big parties to celebrate the Games and even bigger ones to celebrate a victor. The love for the Games is why all of us kids train and volunteer; Calliope missed out on her chance but she's atoning for it by being a mighty good peacekeeper in Five. They love the Games so much that every morning before the reaping we're encouraged to work out at the training centre. If we don't volunteer, they said, at least we'd be noticed for being among the strongest-looking teens there.

So that's where we are.

Whilst I train with a trainer to hone my martial arts skills Calloway works on decapitating and slashing up a few dummies with his battleaxe. With the few glimpses I get of him I can see he's training hard, though that dissipates when a crowd of his friends flock around him and I hear his stupid jokes followed by a thunder of laughter. Like I said, we're popular for being nice.

Since we got there early, we train for a few more hours until the bell chimes, signalling us to go. Except myself and Calloway stay for a little longer - it doesn't take much for us to get dressed into our reaping clothes and the privacy allows us to talk about our plan.

"We're still volunteering together, right?" I ask, tossing the sickle I had been using aside and walking over to Calloway.

"You betcha," He replies with a nod, a smile gracing his face as he puts away his axe in a much neater manner than I had, "Maximus said the Capitol'll eat it right up. Imagine the sponsors we'd get."

I nod in agreement, thinking about how the Cashmere and Gloss stunt from District One went down with the Capitol. They loved it. They'll love it even more with twins in the Games. The only downside is that we might be the final two. Hopefully I won't be the one who kills my brother. "And imagine twins leading the Career pack. We're gonna ace it, Cal."

He laughs, pushing the dummies to the side of the room and slings an arm around me as we walk to the exit, "The other Careers won't know what hit them if they try to argue with us."

We're the perfect team, Calloway and I. He has the brains, I've got the skills. All we'd have to do is establish ourselves as powerful and then the Career pack is under our leadership. Hopefully the tributes from One aren't as bossy this year; listening to that Burgundy kid trying to lead last year was a painful experience.

Calloway Haldor, District Two

I don't want to be the one who has to kill Calamity. I want to be the one that kills to protect her. But I don't intend on dying and I know for that to stay true, she'll have to die. Hopefully she'll die before I have to do it.

Every year the trainers at the centre chose who'll volunteer. We're much more organised than Districts One and Four who all scream and hope that their escort picks them. No, here we prove our worth at the centre and then we get chosen. Calliope was nearly chosen, but another girl showed a bit more promise than she did - and she did well. She got to the final two and was mauled by mutts, but she was still hacking away at the victor. The victor had to have three limps replaced by prosthetics, if I remember correctly.

It's unfortunate in some ways that myself and Calamity were chosen, mostly because of the predicament of what if we're both in the final two, but the rumours are that it won't happen for whatever reason. Part of me wants to believe those rumours. We were chosen by the trainers and were told that our angle of twin volunteers would be such an amazing angle that we couldn't not do it. They said it'd be surprising if we don't both get into the final ten because we'd have so many sponsors.

When we return home we see our family at the table eating breakfast. Our parents are dressed extravagantly, Cassius in his reaping outfit and Candor dressed as normal. We're given the simple instructions to get changed into our reaping clothes and Calamity and I bound up the stairs, going into our respective rooms.

My outfit is laid out on my bed. It's simple; a white shirt with some black dress pants. Both are tight fitting, accentuating my muscular build off nicely. After all, the first impressions are how you look. I get changed rather quickly - the workout I did at the training centre wasn't as intense as it usually is and I, unlike Calamity, can get away with not washing my face or hair.

Speaking of Calamity, I can hear the shower continue to go off and I take the time to look at my medicinal books. I've got books on both natural remedies and those used in the Capitol. You see, I'd much rather be a doctor than a victor but it seems like I'm destined to not have one without the other. I go to one of the books that details the natural remedies; it'll help me more in the arena. I don't intend to let on about my healing skills, not to the other tributes at least, because it might be the thing that keeps me from dying. The familiar knowledge comes back to me and by the end of the chapter I already know what's coming up, anticipating the words. Reading the chapter reassures me that I'll be fine in the arena; as long as I can get some of the leaves and herbs that I've read so much about, then I'll be fine. Tributes die of untreated injuries, and I don't intend to be one of them.

Breakfast is full of the usual Hunger Games banter but there's an added layer of excitement because we're volunteering. It's almost as if we say so much but so little; there's no truly meaningful words of advice or support and it seems like our parents are more concerned with us bringing honour.

Calamity Haldor, District Two

Everyone at the reaping moves out the way for Calloway and I. They know we're volunteering and they know that if they attempted to otherwise then it'd be all for nothing. If another tribute dares to volunteer in place of the designated volunteer, the latter will just shout louder. The escort is told in advance who they should be expecting to volunteer - no names, just appearance. Usually it's people from the older ages. This is the last time the training centre's choosing though; some of the younglings are getting rowdy about how they can't volunteer. If any of them try it this year then I won't be amused.

People file into their designated areas and, being tall, I can see everything. Some of the younger ones turn around to try and find Calloway and I and others look straight ahead, as if they just want to get the reaping over and done with and go back to training. It's not long until our escort arrives. We've got a new one this year, a woman instead of the old man that kept on coming year after year despite being so frail and fragile. She's extremely preppy, our new one, and has probably the thickest Capitolian accent I've heard in a while.

At least she makes the Dark Days speech entertaining; her facial expressions crack half of us up. She announces she'll go to the females first and picks a single name. I don't give her a chance to even open the piece of paper before shouting, "I volunteer!" at the top of my lungs.

She grins and beckons me forward. I don't think I've ever walked with more purpose in my entire life. Ascending the stairs is easy and within a few seconds I'm overlooking the entire population of the District. I introduce myself, though most people already know who I am. A few of the parents look a bit horrified though; the daughter of the Head Peacekeeper's just volunteered and they know her twin'll do the same thing. To some of them it's an incredibly terrifying thing. But they're people who have run-ins with my father, they probably fear that having two kids dead might make him even harsher. He'll only have one kid dead though because the other'll be alive - and that'll be me.

Calloway conducts the reaping in the same manner as I did; barely letting her speak before announcing his intent to volunteer and striding up to the stage. Some of the girls swoon (and some of the guys, for that fact) and he stands beside me. He flexes ever so discreetly as he announces his name. We turn, smiling at each other as we shake our hands.

These Games will be very fun indeed.

I didn't think I'd update this quickly, but here we are!

Truth be told, I really enjoyed writing Calloway which is probably why this reaping was done so quickly. I hope I did both of them justice!

We're at a predicament now though; we have no District Three male so, until then, there won't be another progressive update :c

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-Oli