SYOT: THE 30TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES

District One Goodbyes

Lynn Markwood

I shake hands doubtfully with my district 'partner'. The boy I'm supposed to look out for in the arena because he's from home. It's an unwritten rule in our district, even though most people want to fight in the games and win, that you don't kill your own district partner, no matter what. But this thing in front of me, he's not even human. He's unshaven, messy, loud, arrogant and a little bit stupid. He's always being tricked into doing something by the other boys, who don't like him. He steals all the girls, that's why.

I am approached by two burley peacekeepers, who grab either of my arms and pull me towards the Justice Building doors which are still wide open from Prince Deluxe's dramatic entrance. I don't know why they bother holding onto me so tightly, I'm not exactly going to run off, am I? I wouldn't even make it two meters without either being dragged back by one of the hundred or so peacekeepers guarding the square, or just shot down.

I let them lead me away through the double doors, and I hear Prince struggling and shouting at them not to touch him, and that he is royalty. Arrogant bastard. He won't last long in the games, one of the other career's will just kill him. We stop outside a large room with a pink door with the words, district one female engraved on the door in little diamonds. District one really don't spare any expenses when it comes to the games.

I step inside and almost want to vomit the amount of pink that's in the room. The room looks like it has about a million pounds worth of stuff in it. It has a soft, fluffy, sickly pink carpet which tickles your feet as you walk through it. It also has strawberry pink walls and two massive pink sofas with big plump pink cushions on each one. I throw myself down onto the nearest sofa and take a deep breath. It's been a really long day.

I sit up straight when I hear the door open. Both my parents walk in and greet me. I'm not surprised to see Brynn is not with them. Stupid cow, probably out with her friends getting their nails done or something, not a seconds thought for her twin sister who could be dead this time in two weeks.

"Lynn, listen because we don't have much time so we have to make this quick. You can do really well. You could win this thing. Yes, you're not as strong as some of the other tributes, but you are more intelligent than any of the others. You have a photographic memory, which means with one look, you'll be able to navigate yourself through that arena blindfolded if it comes to that." my Father tells me quickly.

I nod in understanding.

"And don't worry about that stupid boy who volunteered, he won't win, he's too arrogant. He'll get into the career pack, but they'll dislike him so much due to his arrogance, that he'll be dead in days. He won't even make it past the first day most likely." Mother assures me.

"Yeah I know. I calculated the odds of him surviving using his stupidity, arrogance and strength and the outcome came between the first night and second day. One of the careers will probably kill them in his sleep." I tell them calmly and without hesitating.

My parents nod appreciatively at my quick thinking.

"We'll see you soon, okay?" my Mother says, placing a kiss on both my cheeks.

I say good bye to both my parents and watch them leave, then lay back down on the sofa, just thinking. Waiting to be collected for the train journey.

Prince Deluxe Arrend

I shake hands with the tiny girl, who looks at me with disgusted eyes. I snarl at her. How dare she look at me like that? I am district one royalty! Royalty. Then two peacekeepers seize hold of me and start dragging me off through the double doors back into the Justice Building. Is tart wriggling about, trying to get them off of me.

"Get off of me. How dare you touch me. Don't you know who I am? I am Prince Deluxe Arrend, district one royalty. My Father is victor of the 10th Hunger Games and my Mother is from the Capitol. If you don't let go of me this instance, I can have your execution ordered. Did you hear that-organise your exe-oof!" I shout as they throw me into a rather bland room.

I look around and scoff at the shabby effort to make it look nice. My room is half this size. It has a dark blue walls, all one shade of blue and a simple blue sofa. Nothing like the plush, brown, leather sofas we have at home. I still throw myself onto one of the sofas and lay down. Less than sixty seconds later I hear the door slam open angrily.

"How could you? How could you do this to your poor brother? You knew Sparkle Sheen was planning on volunteering today. He's been waiting for this day for years, ever since he started at the training centre thirteen years ago! Why did you volunteer? You went to training once, maybe twice in the past two years, and even then it was just to impress the girls! You've brought shame on this family. How could you?" My Father yells.

"Can you please stop yelling." I mumble, holding my still pounding head.

"Why? Why did you volunteer for the 30th Hunger Games when you know your brother was planning to?" my Mum asks, more softly than my Father.

"What?" I sit up straight, startled.

"You didn't even know? Unbelievable! You are an embarrassment to this family." he shouts before storming out.

I lay back down on the sofa with a sigh. My Mother hovers around for another moment just looking at me, before placing my favourite crown next to me, then silently leaving.

She is soon replaced by a group of girls, all bickering over who should get to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Hello, ladies." I purr seductively.

"Hey Princey. We brought you some presents." one of them, I think the one called Diamond, or Diamonte, or something like that, says excitedly.

" Why thank you." I purr in response.

I listen to them babble for a bit, just to entertain them. Then I send them on their way, lay down, and try to get some sleep.

A/N hey, thank you to TeamGlimmer and JustAWriter167 for Prince Deluxe and Lynn. Please review and let me know what you thought of him! This syot is still open, so please check out my profile for the form and tribute availability, and then PM the completed form! Thanks again :)

Also, I'd like to respond to two guest reviews, which I can't respond to personally.

Anonymous: To be honest, I found your review very rude and offensive. I work hard on this story, and so do all the people who create a tribute and submit them. A photogenic memory is when you see something once and can remember it exactly. It is extremely rare but in fact a real thing. So next time, before you send me a rude review, please look something up before you have a go at me, when in fact you were wrong. Also, please do not call me names, it is rude when you don't know me. I am very open to constructive criticism, but not when it was worded like that. If you have anything else you wish to discus on this matter, then please either create an account and message me, or leave a kinder, more constructive and polite review. Thank you.

Curious: Hi, no sorry. In this story, people submit the tributes, and one of the authors submitted Lynn. Sorry :)