Because I love you beautiful readers so so much, I give you another chapter. Another tribute gets thrown into the mix. It is another girl, since literally everyone submits female tributes; tut, I want some male tributes. So I'll be doing 6 female reapings, then 6 male reapings and then the district partners will have the train rides, meeting mentors etc. But don't worry, they will more than likely think about there reapings! I'd love to see some more reviews peoples! :D xxx

Seraphine 'Sera' Connolly, District 7

The bastard Capitol: ruining everyone's lives. Today is the day they come and steal two kids and then throw them to their bloody deaths. I am running through the woods, the trunks of trees whizzing past as I try to vent my frustration into something other than storming the stage later today and kicking the bloody district escort in her bloody face, wiping that stupid smirk right off of it. Bastards. Now, I don't want people thinking I'm mentally unhinged because I'm not, I'm just angry and I bloody well have a right to angry, especially at the Capitol. The bastards, they stormed in and completely tore my life apart.

I stop there in the woods, hoping that standing here in nature will somehow calm me. It doesn't, it makes thing ten times worse; I'm stuck here alone with my thoughts. How stupid of me? I see a montage playing in my head, I see the wrecked state of my family, flashes of the way we were: happy, me and my siblings smiling as our mother and father share a sweet kiss and then I see the way we exist nowadays. Yes, I say exist; we're not a family anymore we are simply individuals who share a house, going from day to day merely existing. I remember what changed it all, it was the day I lost my older siblings; I didn't lose them to disease, they didn't die in a tragic accident. My role models, Tanner and Mallory, the people who helped me recover from the grief that had consumed me after my twin sister Nadia's death and later on my best friend Leia's untimely passing. Do you want to know how they died? They were publicly executed for treason, planning to insight rebellion; and do you want to know what I think? My brother and sister were right, things need to change. The Capitol's power has gone to their heads, and that is not right; nothing they do is right. They have taken my brother and sister, shattering our family's core.

Because of the Capitol I am trapped here, in the monotony of life: My mother, emotionally blank; a robot who just goes through her day-to-day routine as if nothing is wrong, losing three children leaves a woman as an empty shell: without purpose. My father buries himself in work, choosing to adopt the role of the absentee parent. With my parents being merely echoes of their former happy selves, I am alone and I am angry. I have every right to be angry, my rage is justified: and it is all the Capitol's fault. We were recovering from Nadia's death after she had contracted influenza; I had lost my best friend, my other half and then they snatch away two more members of my family. It was an injustice of the highest degree and of course, seeing as it was the Capitols orders they were unpunished. It makes me sick, sick to my stomach and I am powerless to change a thing. That's the problem with living in the districts of Panem, we are all powerless. Powerless to the whims of the bastard Capitol. I lash out at a nearby tree, hammering my fists into it repeatedly. I scream, not in anger but in frustration: at being powerless, at being alone, at the Capitol. The list is endless. As my rage begins to subside I see that my knuckles are bloodied, scratched; but it feels good, the stinging pain; it proves that I can feel, that I'm not numb and not lost like my parents.

I arrive back at the house, I haven't referred to this place as home in a long time; it seems empty, silent, looming over me: desolate. I push the door open and enter into the hallway; I notice my mother cleaning in the kitchen area, she doesn't acknowledge me, the robot on auto pilot and I don't disturb her: she has the rite to mourn, grieve and be consumed by her pain. Once again, I am totally helpless to help her. I rush up the stairs and lock myself in my room, I throw myself onto my bed, and I cry. I cry for everything I've lost, for someone so young I have lost so much; everyone I love seems to be taken from me. What have I done to deserve this? Have I honestly committed such great sins that some higher power decrees that I must suffer? No, I haven't and this 'higher power' is the Capitol, it's always the Capitol; at this thought my temper flares again. I pick up a floral vase that resides on my bedside cabinet and launch it at the wall. I leave the shattered remains there on the floor, useless and broken: the way I have felt for many years. I take deep breaths, to try and calm myself; it is a futile exercise, I am full of anger and have been for so long and will most likely be full of anger for the rest of my life.

Today is reaping day, please don't mind me while I vomit. For such an occasion, we have to look 'presentable' bollocks, I'll wear what I want to and there is nothing the damn Capitol can do about it, it seems small and petty but whatever way I can defy them, I will. I snatch up the first thing in my chest of drawers and throw it on; its a yellow sundress, it once belonged to my mother and would have been pretty but it hangs from my petite frame. In all honesty, I don't care what it looks like, I haven't looked in a mirror for so long; I simply can't because I know it will be like looking at Nadia: The same fiery red hair, a mound of untameable curls; same cream coloured skin littered with freckles; same petite frame with long legs; same pouted lips which always appear sad; same round, dark blue eyes: We were perfect replicas of one another, two porcelain dolls. I will not preen myself in preparation for the Capitol's arrival. I stand in my room, my hands curled into fists and I'm aching to hit something, I settle for beating my pillow. Minutes or hours pass and I realise I had better be going to the reapings, I might want to rebel but not showing up for the reaping 'ceremony' is literally punishable by law, what a joke? And they call it a bloody ceremony, yeah a ceremony which celebrates the death of two youngsters; where's my party hat? I mutter to myself and I stomp down the stairs as I'm about to leave I turn to address my mother.

'Mom, I'm off you know for the shitty reapings, see you later or whatever. Yeah?'

'That's nice sweetheart' she replies, her voice distant and mechanical; her eyes wide and empty. Nice? Bloody nice? I roll my eyes and stomp off again towards the door; and what's waiting for me on the doorstep? Avery bloody Risseux, the boy who practically stalks me.

'What do you want, Risseux. I'll remind you one more time, stalking is illegal. In case you don't understand, that means it's wrong' without waiting for his answer I storm off from him.

'Sera, why are you always like this? You are always storming about, just stop being a bitch for once' I round on him, ready to pound him black and blue.

'Do one Avery; I really haven't time for your ramblings today. I have more important problems to be dealing with'

'Oh and I don't have problems' His getting red in the face now but I won't back down. He brought this on himself, following me around. Yes, Avery has problems but I'm as powerless to solve his problems as I am in sorting out the mess that is my life.

'Avery, please. Let's just try and forget this for now' His not that bad really, to be honest he usually just hangs around. We have that companionable silence thing going for us. Kindred spirits, seeing as we're both so fucked up. It seems he doesn't want to argue as he just nods his head and resumes walking towards the Justice Building. When we get there I am whisked away into the crowd, I sign in and make my way to the section for 18 year olds, this is my final reaping, then I escape the Capitols clutches. Oh and my day is just getting better and better: Rowena Adams is standing there, sneering at me as per usual; if that girl had a brain she'd be dangerous. Oh, and her she goes opening her big, fat mouth, yet again.

'Oi Ginger, what's up with your face?'

'If you're talking about the expression of displeasure, it's cause I've just laid eyes on you. Bitch'

'Don't you dare talk to me like that, you good for nothing—' Unfortunately she never got to finish that sentence since I'd thrown my fist right into her face; the satisfying crunch brought a smile to my face and the blood that pours from her nose, staining her white satin blouse I truly feel as though I've done my good deed for the day. What can I say? The girl has always gotten on my nerves, and she's always needed a good punch in the face if you ask me. As she starts the scream bloody murder the old fart of a Mayor hobbles onto stage and so the show begins. I yawn, I fidget and I call out profanities but nothing breaks his stride; I'm about to fall asleep when our escort, Harmony Weatherby, bounces onto the stage, a little ball of joy and enthusiasm. Bitch. Over enthusiastic people have always annoyed me, the fact that she comes from the Capitol just makes it ten times worse; her cotton candy pink hair and lavender skin is so 'cute', I literally want to just slap her, hard. And here she goes about how much of an honour it is to be a tribute, bullshit. What's so honourable about being murdered? Fuck all, that's what. And now the real show starts:

'So, like, we're like gonna like choose our female tribute, like. Now, like.' Really, could she be more annoying if she tried? I sincerely doubt it. And then she's got the slip.

'Lily McEldroy'

I look around, it isn't a name I recognise; and then I see a girl emerge from the 12 year old section. Oh shit, look at her. She's tiny, with black hair, big emerald green eyes and a cherubic face. And then it hits me, she looks like someone I know, well knew. Leia, this girl is the mirror image of my best friend that died. She's onstage by now and trembling in fear. The bitch of an escort asks for volunteers, and suddenly I'm running. Next thing I know, I'm on stage.

'Alright, I volunteer' I don't know, call me maternal but I'm morally opposed to seeing twelve year olds brutally murdered, so sue me. Then all hell breaks loose, I see Avery's shocked face but his eyes shine with pride, how strange; People applaud me. What the hell? I'm being sent to my potential death and they cheer, people are strange. And that is why I tend to avoid them. It all gets worse when the escort grabs my arm and starts shouting out into the crowd about how brave I am, I just snap.

'Oh shut it you stupid woman, I cannot bear to listen to you say another bloody word' I then snatch the microphone from her hand and look towards the cameras.

'Oh hey Capitol, I'm the girl you're going to cheer for when I die. Nice right? Well you want a good show; I'll give you a bloody good show.' And on that note I threw the microphone to the ground and stormed to stand over by the district mentors, purposely bumping into Weatherby on my way before turning to the audience and scowling at anyone who dares to make eye contact with me.

Here I am now, the Justice Building; it's time to say goodbye and the fear is starting to settle in. I'm so stupid, I don't regret what I did, I effectively saved a young girls life but I may have cost my parents their only remaining child; Oh damn, I never think these things through. Oh well the only solution is to win, simple. Can I do it? Yeah, I want to come home and I have no problems killing people to do that. Especially those careers, idiots who think it's 'glorious' to go around on mass killing sprees; hey, I have enough rage for all I know going into this arena could be a form of therapy and I've always said I needed therapy. My internal rant is cut short by a knock at the door; I wonder who it'll be, Mom didn't come to the reapings and dad is more than likely buried in work. I swing the door open and there stands Avery.

'What do you want?' I'm blunt, I'm about to be sent to the Capitol to fight for my life so I really cannot be bothered with pleasantries.

'I came to say good luck, I came to tell you that you can do this. You know you can right'

'Oh yeah, it'll be like a bloody holiday. Picking off the careers and sun bathing near the Cornucopia. I'm screwed, fuck, I am actually screwed' My realization kind of killed the sarcasm I was going for; I think Avery might of caught onto my little break down as he walks forward and pulls me into a hug. Wow, talk about unfamiliar territory; but it feels nice and I squeeze him back even though his 6' frame dwarfs my 5'4''; his chocolate brown eyes are swimming with tears, his golden hair falls into his face and then bang, it hits me. We're having a moment, great I may never be coming back and he decides that now is the best time for a 'moment'. Great.

'Come on now Avery, man up and bugger off' I smile though to show him I'm not being my usual snarky self; he smiles in return and turns to go.

'You'll be back soon enough, and you owe me a kiss' his eyes are twinkling, and I think screw it. I don't know whether I'll see him ever again so I just run up to him and kiss him as hard as I can, it's a kiss of passion and it goes on and on with me feeling as if I'm floating on cloud nine, until I hear a cough. I jump from Avery and turn to see my new visitor.

'Dad?' I am shocked; I thought he'd be at work. I think this may be the first time I've seen him in months and now I may never see him again. I just stare, I can't think of what to say so for once I, Seraphine Connolly, am speechless. He walks to me, his blue eyes tearing and kisses me on the forehead and whispers into my ear.

'I love you, sweetheart. I'm sorry, please come back. Do what you have to do, just come back; we couldn't face losing another child' He presses something into my hand and walks off. Totally surreal, I look at what he has given me: Nadia's charm bracelet, I had a matching one but I haven't worn it since she died; well, it seems I have my token. I can feel the tears making track marks down my face as I turn back to Avery. He looks incredibly awkward having just seen my father and I's encounter; I turn to him and smile.

'I'll see you when I get back, Avery. Because I'm sure as hell gonna win this thing' He just smiles.

'I thought we'd lost you there for a second. But it's nice to see the Sera we all know and love' He gives me a quick hug as the peacekeepers arrive. Well then, its show time, and I'm the leading lady.

Ha ha, and here is the firecracker Seraphine Connolly, don't you just love her? Can we have a round of applause for Dinoshadow for giving me such a kick ass tribute to work with? I'm definitely looking forward to seeing what she does. Let me know what you think about the fiery redhead :D Expect an update soonish!

Now review, or else. Well, or else I'll drop kick you right in the face ;)

Thanks xxx

Right, so many people have been asking for my tribute form, so here it is:

BASICS

Name:

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Personality (Be detailed, I do need to get a grasp of your character, if I don't they will be more than likely blood bathed):

Family:

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Background:

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Reaped/Volunteered:

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Greatest Fear:

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Status in District:

Reaping Outfit:

Token:

Opinion on Hunger Games:

CAPITOL

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Interview Angle (Include any quotes you would like included):

Training Strategy:

Alliances- if so what are they looking for in an ally:

Training Score:

How they achieve training score:

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How do they communicate with the other tributes?

Trivia (Anything you think I need to know):

THE GAMES:

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Bloodbath/Cornucopia Strategy:

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Romance:

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Capabilities to kill:

Why should your tribute win?