Fumble

I hover nervously beside the bread stall. The owner glances at me suspiciously, as if he knows what I'm about to do. I stand my ground, if I wait here long enough he'll have to serve another customer and leave me to grab what I need. Here was my chance, my quick fingers steal across the table and grab a large loaf. I run for a side alley, but he's seen me. My hands are shaking now; the bread isn't as steady in my grip, its slipping. It falls into a puddle and I run for home. No food tonight.

Ordered

Ordered to death, that was me. Father used to boss us around, he would threaten us. He never laid a finger on us, but we couldn't stop him from hitting Mother. We left him eventually, but then we had no money. My younger sister asked me to bring her some food; I had to find food for us all. The peace keepers kept us in order; we were whipped for minor offences and shot for major ones. My life had always been ordered. Now I had been ordered into the games. I wouldn't survive, I had been ordered to death.

Xeric

My water had run out days ago. My tongue felt like it had shrivelled up inside my mouth and was slowly making its way down my throat. I didn't have any iodine to purify the water and I didn't want to risk drinking it straight from the stream. There would be no point dying from drinking bad water when I had survived this long. I knew that dehydration would kill me very soon. I would need to steal some water from someone before the day was up. There were only a few people left though, the arena was almost deserted.

Fall

I hope she fell out of that damn tree and died. Once Peeta saw her face in the sky he would stop holding on. When he died, there would only be Cato, Clove and Thresh left. They would fight, at least one of them would die; preferably all three of them would die simultaneously. It was a source of delight to imagine Katniss crashing through the branches, her limbs flailing wildly. It would never happen though, she had belted herself in. I only wished I could sneak up the tree and cut the belt while she was sleeping. Goodbye Katniss.

Attribute

Red hair was something my mother had given to me. I used to love it, a way to remember her when I was away. Red hair made me stand out. It was so much more exciting than black or brown. Being a red head didn't really help me in the arena. I used the mud to disguise it as soon as possible; I rubbed it in and stuck bits of bracken into it as well. I suppose it would have been better to hack it all off with a sharp stone, but that would have taken my mother with it.

Careful

You couldn't be too careful, that's what she had always taught me. Constantly check your surroundings. I could see her following her own rules up on the screen, her pale face swivelled on her thin neck. She told me never to take from the same place too often, and never to take more than you need. She was taking even less than she needed in the games, if only to avoid being caught out. She had always been the better thief. Once she had realised that, she had ditched me. "Thieves work better alone, you can never be too careful."

Everdeen

Katniss Everdeen. It appeared to be a nice enough name; it appeared to belong to a nice enough girl. But as the games progressed, I liked her less and less. Everyone fell over themselves to try and help her. Peeta hung onto life by a thread, just because he was in love with her. Rue pointed out the tracker jacker nest, just because she like Katniss's pin. Thresh let her go, all because some silly little girl who died in her arms. I had no favours; I had no sponsors to buy me wonderful gifts and medicines. I was tougher.

A/N: It has been a while D: sorry. We were talking about ideolects today, and dialects. Turns out, in the north, they call bread rolls barn cakes. I've always called them baps, which is what us southerners are supposed to say, but no one else does. So, what do YOU call a bread roll?