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District 9: Corey Dammerson's POV

I finish getting dressed and grabbed my older sister's lucky charm. I wish it was lucky for them though, but they're all dead... Leaving me here in the realm of the living... The Capitol was so cruel to the districts. Sending future generations to die in an arena, because of a failed rebellion seventy-six years ago. Fortunately the second rebellion succeeded in ending the Capitol's reign of terror. Now we all can breathe a sigh of relief that a new government has stepped in, and has formed a new annual games, that don't cost the lives of innocent teens.

I walk to town square for the reapings, and sit in my section. I sit through everything and our representative comes up to pick the girl tribute first.

"Tammy Augustine!" he announces. I look over in the seventeen year old section and see Tammy, the femme fatal hunter of District 9. She was given the nickname Artemis for her archery skills. Then it was time for the boys...

"Corey Dammerson!" Wow, that was unexpected. It was me... I walk on stage and shake hands with Tammy. Every boy around her age loved her, and would literally fall down at her feet and worship her. Maybe forming an alliance with her would be a good idea during the games.

District 9: Tammy Augustine's POV

I hear my name and walk up to the stage, when the boy tribute's name is called, I notice it is little Corey Dammerson. I've always admired him, he's such a terrific hunter at his young age. Almost as good as me... Almost, but not quite... I wonder how well he'd fair in the arena. Hopefully he'd do well, maybe even help me win the whole thing and return home as victors. The Treaty is read and we shake hands, before we are escorted into the Justice Building by our representative and peacekeepers.

District 10: Marx Levine

I walk down to town square with my "friend". We've been together for a few months, and nobody knows of our true relationship. We were going to be possibly reaped, well one of us anyway. My friend taps me on the shoulder and points to the girl walking and talking to her herd of sheep.

"Crazy girl again..." he says. I look over and cringe at her. Poor girl was always crazy, especially after that head injury she suffered. Ever since the accident, whatever it was, she has been claiming she can talk to animals. Hold conversations with them and the like. We get to town square and my friend gives a quick peck on the cheek for good luck, before we walk to our sections. I notice the girl wave her sheep bye as she goes to the same section as my friend. God I don't understand her... I sit down as the mayor begins his usual speech, but with some additions. The our representative draws from the girl's bowl.

"Lila Pancek!" she announces, and that strange girl walks up on stage. Oh great, I feel sorry for the poor sap that has to be her partner. Then the boy tribute is drawn... Here it comes, the poor sap is going to be reaped.

"Marx Levine!"

It's Marx... Wait a minute! I'm Marx Levine! This is just great! My partner is Dr. Doolittle gone feminine! I slowly walk on stage... I'm so sick, I feel like I'm going to vomit. When the Treaty of Peace is read, I actually vomit, all over the crazy girl... Not a smart move, as she looks like she's on the verge of crying and acting like a baby who just lost it's favorite toy. In which she does, on live television no less. She immediately runs into the Justice Building to find a restroom and to get as far away from me as humanly possible. I don't blame her, as I would've done the same thing if our roles were reversed, but I wouldn't be running into the Justice Building crying like a little baby.

I went into the Justice Building soon after she ran inside. I was led to a room, where I was to expect my visitors to see me, and say their goodbyes. They know I'm coming home... However they don't know how long I'm going to be gone. It will most likely to be a week... Depends how long everybody lasts in the arena. First came my family, who wished me good luck, have me my clothes to wear in the arena, and even told me to apologize to Lila... I probably will on the train to the Capitol. Then Toby came in to wish me good luck and goodbye for the time being. He also told me that he loves me and will miss me while I'm gone. Then before he leaves, we kiss each other, as if I was reaped for the Hunger Games. Then his time was up and he had to leave.

District 10: Lila Pancek's POV

I heard my name called and I'm really happy! I get to compete in the Memorial Games! I know I was reaped two years ago for the 74th Hunger Games, but someone volunteered. Now nobody is taking my place. Such a great feeling... I wondered who my partner was, and I learn it was that Marx kid, the one that everybody was talking about being gay with his friend Toby. I've heard the rumors and wondered if they were true. I hope not because he is pretty handsome, and boy would I love to get my hands on a chuck of THAT man meat! However when he comes on stage, he's looking pretty pale. When the Treaty of Peace was read and we shook hands, it happened. He threw up all over me! I smile weakly, tears starting to form in my eyes, as I realized my beautiful blouse was now ruined with homosexual cowboy vomit... I can't hold in the tears anymore.

"Look what you did you gay oaf!" I shout as I cry. "You ruined my brand new blouse! What the hell is wrong with you! WWWWAAAAHHHHH!"

I run inside the Justice Building, I don't want to be here anymore. I run to the nearest women's restroom, where I hope I can clean up a bit. I'm scrubbing my blouse down with a wet paper towel. Tears continue to stream down my face. I can't believe he did that to me. He humiliated me in front of all of Panem. I managed to get the vomit off my green blouse, but it's still stained. Oh it's going to take a good run through the washing machine to remove this stain! Thanks a lot you faggot!

District 11: Nick McMullen's POV

I sit in my age group's section... waiting to see who gets picked for the girls. I heard Riri volunteer, I've heard of her family and what happened with Rue. Hell everybody knew about Rue's death. It inspired the whole district to rebel, despite Snow sending a message to us by killing that old man during the Victory Tour. It didn't work... We became even more determined to avenge the old man by taking Snow down. Luckily the Mockingjay did that for us, or should I thank the boy in white who dealt the fatal blow to Snow at his execution? No matter... Things returned to something close to normal in District 11. Riri was the one to bring us all in from work during harvest time, by trying to sing Rue's song, she didn't have the voice.

"Nick McMullen!" my name has been called. I'm going to the games, I just wish they were the Hunger Games. So I can die and join my family in Heaven. I hate being alone... Sure I have my friend Rachel with me, but it's not the same. I stand beside Riri, as the Treaty of Peace is read. We shake hands and are led into the Justice Building. Hopefully Rachel can get my arena clothes ready.

District 11: Riri Lorento's POV

"Here..." Rue, my sister, said to me. "I want you to have my favorite choker... I've got a different token for my district. Please keep in rememberence of me... In case I don't come home alive..."

"You will come back Rue!" I say. "Don't you dare say that!"

I look at the same choker given to me by my mother two years ago. She was right... She didn't come home alive, in fact she never returned home to be buried, neither did Thresh. I stare at it before putting it around my neck. Today is the reaping for the Memorial Games, and I hope to either be reaped or volunteer, for Rue's memory. I must enter these games and I must win. My sister's memory depends on it. I miss Rue... she never should've been reaped, but I never had the courage nor did anyone else to volunteer to take her place, in fact I wasn't old enough to be reaped. They've left her to die in that arena, the other teens... Nobody even volunteered to take her place. I thought she was so loved in District 11, but the reality of it is that she wasn't as loved as we all thought she was... How COULD they do that to her! Just letting her go into that arena? She knew that she was never coming home... Despite my pleas for her to win and help us become rich and famous. It's just not fair that nobody wanted her to live! They were so scared of the Hunger Games, that they'd rather think of themselves! I will volunteer and I will get my family out of this hellhole of a house! Away from the overseers that still think they can boss us around! Rue died to inspire District 11 to rebel against President Snow, they succeeded in removing him from power for good. Now it's time for me to repay the favor.

I finish dressing myself and leave the house for town square. There the usual representative was talking to the mayor, there are no victors seats, as they died in the Quarter Quell. Sad, but that is reality. Hopefully I can win and sit on that stage as a victor for next year's Memorial Games. We need victors badly... I take my seat with the other thirteen year olds, and wait for the mayor to read the history and list of victors who all died in the Quarter Quell last year. Then our representative drew the ladies name first...

"Samantha Bourne!" she announced, an eighteen year old girls steps out and walks to the stage. I stand up immediately and shout "I volunteer!"

Immediately I take Sam's place on the stage. The representative asked for my name, and I gave it to her...

"Riri Lorento... And I'm volunteering for the memory of my sister Rue! I will win these games and show you all why my sister died! And show all of you that failed to take her place, the meaning of protecting a person's loved ones!"

Everybody gasped, then they sang Rue's song, the song she sang when it was time to return home from the fields or orchards, after a hard day's work. Then they gave me District 12's salute of respect and admiration. They respected me for going into these games to honor Rue. They know that I can give them one hell of a show in that arena. I'll show them, I'll show them that my sister died an unfair death. My name is Riri Lorento... It's my turn now! I shall let all of Panem know about my sister's sacrifice, that inspired a rebellion...

'Sis...' I think in my head as I look to the sky with tears in my eyes. 'I shall win for you...'

District 12: Azrael Lupine's POV

I get up and change back into the clothes I've been wearing since six months ago, when I stole them from the tailoring shop. They're the only clothes I have on me, I've been living on the streets for years, and nobody once helped me out of this mess. Oh well... I wish I had been reaped two years ago, instead of Peeta Mellark. I would've won and killed Katniss Everdeen, but then again the rebellion never would've happened and succeeded without her. I guess I can be thankful for that... I eat the last of the three day old beef roast I stole and cooked up in a metal barrel. I don't care if it's spoiled and I get sick, it's food to me. The butcher, a family friend let me have it. Normally he let's me take meat from the freezer, but more recently he had to give me the parts that no one would ever buy. I look at the clock in my living quarters in the warehouse I chose for myself. It was almost time for the reapings. I had to get a move on... I was going to be late.

I run out of the warehouse and down a few blocks to town square. Where everyone is gathering for the reaping. I sit in the sixteen year old section, as the other teens my age moved to another seat, to get far away from my smell of body oder and dirty clothes. They have every right to avoid me. The new mayor takes the podium and delivers the same old, but newly added history and the lits of victors. All of whom couldn't make it as they were representatives in other Districts. Then, God forbid, Effie Trinket comes up to the podium. I've always hated her... She was all so cheery and hyperactive. I wonder what she's been smoking and where I could get some? She draws from the girls bowl first, in her usual fashion.

"August Kristile!" she announces. The infamous girl nicknamed Sunshine takes the stage. She is pretty cute... She's a family friend to the Everdeens, Mellarks and Hawthornes for who knows how long now. If she's been picked, then I have to guess those three families had something to do with it. Then comes the boys...

"Azrael Lupine!" When my name is called out, there was a collective gasp from everybody in attendence. The kids from school were excited, as they were finally able to be rid of me. I stand up and leave my section, causing the others that moved away from me to finally breath in a collective breath of fresh air. Effie and Sunshine was holding their noses. I can't blame them at all. I have never taken a bath since six months ago, when I stole a fresh change of clothes, so yes I smell even worse than Haymitch right about now. And that's a compliment to me. Effie tries, and successfully reads the Treaty of Peace, and I shake hands with Sunshine. However I got a bit of a surprise from her, when she threw up her breakfast all over me. Making me smell even worse than sour milk and body odor. Of course everyone laughs at my misfortune, but I deserve it. After all I didn't bath before coming here.

District 12: August Kristile's POV

I leave the Everdeen house with my sister, who left the Hawthorne house. We were house sitting for the Everdeen/Mellark house and the Hawthorne house while they were away attending to their representative duties in other districts. We walk to the reapings and sit in our respective sections. After all of the usual stuff, Effie calls on the girl tribute.

"August Kristile!" she announces gleefully, and I walk up to take my place on stage. Then she calls the boy tribute's name.

"Azrael Lupine!" I frown and look at him in dread. That guy is my partner! He had better bath and get better clothes on. As I won't tolerate to smell his homeless ass in the games. If anything I'll be sure to kill him in his sleep if he doesn't. When he finally makes it on stage I hold my nose, as Effie does. He smells even worse than he does in school! And school is an indoor place, so that's saying something.

When we have to shake hands, I can't take it anymore. I begin gagging and then I vomit all over him. Everybody laughs, and even I laugh too, as he just takes his embarrassment in stride. We were quickly escorted into the Justice Building, where thank God, he's put into a seperate room from me. So I don't have to smell him anymore.

District 13: Katniss Everdeen's POV

I receive a call from Kyra Kristile, saying that since her sister was reaped, she'll watch over both houses in Victors Village. Which is great that she's coming to the Capitol, I guess... I'm to unsure how August is taking it, but then I watch the recap of D12's reaping and see that poor homeless boy, whom everyone has come to know as Azrael, get thrown up on by August. I laugh as it was kind of funny. But then again someone just got humiliated on national TV.

"It's time Ms. Everdeen!" a stage hand says to me. I nod and get up to take the stage and announce the first ever District 13 tributes. Since this district has no mayor yet, I volunteer to read the history of Panem and the Treaty of Peace. There is no victors yet, and so I can't just read them off. I take the podium and then do the required reading material, afterward I walk up to the girl's bowl and pick a name.

"Catherine Anton!" I announce, a young girl around the age of thirteen stands up, with strawberry blonde hair, and wearing a violet jumpsuit, walks to the stage. She doesn't look to nervous, either she's good at hiding it or the children of District 13 were expecting their first reaping. Once she takes the stage, I draw the boy's name.

"Vin Walker!" A bald headed fifteen year old male, with no hair whatsoever and wearing a white tank top, military dog tags, and jeans, walks on stage. I can tell he thinks he's a total badass. Just from his clothes, to his facial features. Plus I heard both tributes were racing cars all over the District. When they were not supposed to during the rebellion. Not only do neither of them have a driver's license to drive a car legally, they were supposed to stay underground in the subways of the city. It was President Snow's orders that all D13 citizens had to stay underground. To continue the facade that District 13 was obliterated. Now however they're free to wonder above ground, just not allowed to street race in the District.

I read the Treaty of Peace and they shake each other's hands. Then they are lead into a seperate tent for them to wait for visitors, and to receive their arena clothes. I wish we agreed on a uniform for the tributes, like in the Hunger Games. Sadly we couldn't because it is the first year of the Memorial Games. Maybe next year we can set up a uniform for all tributes... Hopefully...

As I was walking off stage, I accidentally bumped into the bowl for the girls, it fell off the pillar and shattered, but one thing I did notice was that three names were for Catherine. I figured that it was normal if she took out tesserae. However while picking up the slips of paper to throw them away, I noticed that there were more and more slips with Catherine's name on them. Now this is definitely off. Nobody should have THIS many names in the bowl. I look at them all, they ALL had Catherine's name on them. Now this is not just a mere coincedence. Someone rigged the reapings. I walk over to the boy's bowl and sure enough Vin's name is on all of the slips as well. I look at the back and I see the head peacekeeper for this district, he just grins wickedly and continues talking to his buddies. I ball my hands into fists and walk towards him, when I reach him, I grab him, turn him around and punch him in the face. His buddies restrain me from further hurting him.

"What is your problem Ms. Everdeen!" he asked.

"You rigged the reapings you asshole!" I say. "Why did you do that! Could you have been more fair to the others who wanted to enter the games!"

"Of course I had to rig it! It was more fun than letting you announce that Mr. Walker and Ms. Anton will be the tributes as part of their sentence!"

"What are you talking about!"

"Last night they were racing each other in the slums as usual. And both of them accidentally killed a homeless woman. Vin was the first to hit her, the Catherine who couldn't turn in time. Earlier this morning they turned themselves in and plead guilty to vehicular manslaughter. But I was being nice this morning and gave them the chance to redeem themselves, by becoming tributes for the Memorial Games. After all... The woman they killed was one of YOUR rebels in the war Katniss. I thought it was only fair they entered the games in memory of the fallen soldier."

"I swear that if you rig the reapings in the future again, without telling me about it first... I WILL use you as target practice! Are we clear on that!"

"Clear as crystal Ms. Everdeen. You have my promise as peacekeeper and former rebel on that."

"Good..." I storm away and clean up the mess on stage, before I go to the train station to await the train and my tributes.

Tim Lansing's POV

I sit in the viewing room with my tributes, fiancee and children. We just finished watching the reapings from the thirteen Districts. I flip off the television after the commentators made some remark about Katniss Everdeen's conversation with the D13 head peacekeeper. They had no idea that the cameras were still on and recorded the whole conversation that the D13 reapings were rigged to ensure the two tributes would be reaped, and as a punishment for vehicular manslaughter no less. I'll bring this up at the next Gamemaker meeting, that I don't condone the actions in this case, I do condone the decision to let the D13 tributes honor the memory of a former rebel that was killed when they were speeding through the slums of District 13.

"Alright tonight we'll hold a strategy meeting for the games." I tell Dahlia and Caligula. "You have free time until then."

Author's Comment: That's it... The reapings are finally over! I have a full cast of twenty-eight tributes, and i'm ready to start rolling out chapters from here on in! Thank you for all of those submissions. Even though a few of them were created by the same person who submitted an earlier tribute. I promise you that this story will be the one that work on the most, until it's completed. I am planning a sequel to this story already and will bring back some tributes in this story. But I'm not telling you all anything about it until it's time. Next chapter the adventure for our tributes begins with the opening ceremonies and team decisions. Then it's training and I can already tell you that it will be violent. But what will Tim do to ensure they don't fight amongst themselves? Possibly dicipline them by making them run laps around the gym? Maybe, because he is a former soldier, and he would make for a terrific drill sergeant. But let's find out when we cross that bridge shall we? Next chapter has the team decided on, and then the tributes have to dress up for the opening ceremonies.

Let's hope that District 13's chariot ain't "pimped out". But may very well get the Fast and the Furious treatment. We can only hope.