The list is at the bottom. However, in order to avoid getting reported and such, I put a short chapter in first. This introduces you to the McNeelys, our Capitol family. They won't play a huge role in the story; they are just here for a change of pace. Enjoy!

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Jazz McNeely's POV

I hated the quiet the Capitol presented in the morning. There was a feeling of waiting involved in it that someone like me just couldn't get use to even after nineteen years of Capitol life. It is unsettling.

There was something special about this morning, something that made it abnormally quiet. I can't put my finger on it. Still, I force myself to roll out of bed and into my bathroom. The unsettling feeling is not subsiding, but it if further ignored as I feel myself waking up.

In the mornings when I first look in the mirror, a District girl looks back at me. She has pasty skin and stringy blonde hair. Her eyes are too sunken in and her overall figure is too scrawny. She looks normal. I wish I was her all the time.

Unfortunately, I was born and raised in the Capitol, not in a District. I cover the pastiness and blue rings with an overdose of makeup and pull my hair into a tight bun. The girl before me is now Jazz McNeely, an everyday, good for nothing Capitol girl. That is all Jazz McNeely will ever be.

I finish getting dressed for work, looking nicer than usual. Normally, working behind the cameras of a morning talk show consisted of fetching coffee for the director and staying out of frenzied workers way, which means grand clothes aren't required. Today was different. Today is the day I get to go in front of the camera.

I walk into the hallway of my family's flat to find it extremely dark, even for morning. The only light is a blue shadow from the TV. I enter the living room and kitchen area to find my younger sister, Roxlie, sitting on the couch, her deep purple locks of hair spilling over the couch.

"Are mom and dad at work?" I ask, craning to get a peek of what she is watching. Her head popping over the couch blocks my view.

"No, they went to some party," Roxlie replies before her head disappears back behind the couch, leaving only her curls. A loud blast of a cheesy theme song plays out of the TV and I see the face of Myse Horneck, one of the many morning talk show hosts. I hate her more than any other which does make her working at my network any better.

"Are any episodes of the Towers on?" I ask, joining my sister on the couch.

Roxlie gives me a classic "are you kidding me?" look that thirteen year olds have mastered so well. "You really want to watch The Towers? Don't you know what today is?" Roxlie follows her question with an eye roll, another signature of hers.

"A Friday?" I joke. I receive another eye roll for that one. While laughing at my little sister's frustration, I glance at my watch. I almost fall off the couch seeing how late it is. "You can tell me what day it is later; I have to get to work."

"I don't think your boss will notice if he doesn't get one of his fifty morning coffees," Roxlie comments. She does have a point, but it isn't the point. I must not have told her what makes today special for me.

"I get to be on this morning. I am announcing something big. Apparently, District 14 is finally ready to join the Hunger Games." Suddenly, the TV's sound is off and Roxlie's face is back, full of excitement and bewilderment.

"District 14! There is a District 14!" Her face shows explosions of little girl excitement girls her age try so hard to hide. That same face is going to be made by everyone in the Capitol in a matter of hours.

"I know, leave it to the Capitol to keep something like this under wraps," I mutter. I don't know why I feel so annoyed with the Capitol's secret District. I don't consider myself to be one of those blood thirsty Capitol citizens who would want more kids in the arena. It is just something about all the secrecy the Capitol had gone through to keep this hidden.

"District 14, that's bigger news than…" Roxlie stops for a moment, looking back to find a brainless comparison. "Bigger than when they announced you could pierce your eyebrows!"

It is a horrible comparison, but one that does come from a little girl. However, the fact that half the Capitol would agree with it and the other half would argue that a more ridiculous analogy is fit is what makes it horrifying. District 14 was as a bigger shock than the Katniss/Peeta situation. That is a worthy comparison.

"What is District 14 like?" Roxlie asks eagerly. I can't help but look at my watch again. I am even shorter on time than I thought. If I don't make it to the station, Myse would get my spot. I haven't been working for a year and a half just to watch Myse steal my big break.

"I don't know. They didn't give me much background." A simple, but effective lie. Roxlie pouts her lip a little, but I have built up a strong shield for the pout after years of practice. "Now, where is Daze?"

"In here, listening to you two yelling." Hearing Daze's yelling only heightens my irritation for my family. He is hung-over, again. I have stopped keeping track of how many times he is hung-over and stated counting how many times he is not. I don't think I have one time on that list.

I turn my back on immature Roxlie and narrow my eyes at a puffy eyed Daze. "Are you serious? I know I told you that you will have to take care of Roxlie today."

"Some of us have more important things to do," Daze mutters, rubbing temples that I can see throbbing from where I am standing ten feet away. It will only be a matter of time before he throws up or passes out.

"You're right. People like me! I have to get to my job and last time I checked, you don't have one!" I make sure to scream extra loud. Daze deserves to sweat. It has been like this for two years, maybe more. I knew he did alcohol for awhile, but it is the new addiction to drugs that has him in this state all the time.

"I do have a job," Daze grumbles.

"Running an illegal, underground city for drug users, alcoholics, obsessive gamblers, and more is not a job. It is a death sentence waiting to happen!" All I get from him is a shudder. We have been having this argument from the minute he started his underground casino and I feel it will never end.

"And like your job is real? All you are doing is feeding the Capitol community propaganda. I am rebelling," Daze mutters.

"When are you going to wake-up Daze?" I say in a low growl. I don't have the energy and time to finish the argument that was on the way to the real screaming. We can have it later, when Roxlie is far away.

I turn back to Roxlie, who has been pretending to watch the news the whole time. "Roxlie, do I want to know where Shaw is?"

"Are you going to yell again if I tell you?" Roxlie murmurs. I know she is trying to seem annoyed with Daze and my arguing, but I can hear the fear in her voice. She is still our little sister and our arguing still scares her.

"He is at some girl's house. What else is new?" Daze's voice brings on a new set of anger waves, but I only crush my hands into fists and ignore him.

"Roxlie, just get yourself to school on time," I tell her, trying to remain calm for her sake. Roxlie's face breaks from slightly fearful to another look of disgust.

"I knew you forgot. It's Reaping Day which means no school. And you call yourself a reporter. Roxlie flips her hair like a true Capitol socialite and goes back to her TV show. I shake my head at her, ashamed once again to call her a sister.

Reaping Day, I had actually forgotten. I can't believe I had forgotten since it is all my workplace can talk about. People are betting on which District will have the villain this time. I shamefully bet on District 2 again. People like Livia were born and bread there. Elena was just a fluke.

"Just stay here Roxlie," I say with a sigh as I go to grab my jacket. Roxlie gives a groan in response, but nods her head. I don't cast a glance in Daze's direction. "Call me when Shaw gets home too."

I don't wait for another Roxlie grunt and walk out the door. I chose the stairs over the elevator and rocket out of my building. The Capitol is less noisy today since everyone is locked up in their houses watching Reapings. It will make getting to work a breeze.

I board my usual express with out a problem, surprising myself. Now, with a twenty minute ride ahead of me, I can prepare for my announcement.

District 14 interested and confused me from the moment I heard about it. How does a District keep out of the Hunger Games for fifteen years? I assumed the District tried to keep their population low. However, that still didn't seem to be a reason for the Capitol to not include them. It was more blood for the Capitol.

Maybe 14 has not developed that much over the fifteen years. The District was made to harvest different energy sources like solar and wind power. It could have taken awhile to get that started up. Still, some part of the District 14 puzzle is incomplete.

I clear my head of the District 14 confusion. I am just retelling the news, not examining it fully. I tune my hearing to the gossip on the train. As I suspected, the only thing everyone could talk about is the Hunger Games.

The Hunger Games has always been a sore spot for me. I try to remain indifferent on the subject. Being indifferent may be the most difficult thing to do. I always feel like I lean more to one side than the other. I just never got used to the idea of killing children for sport. Yet, I feel like I am denying part of where I come from by hating everything they celebrate. I spend countless sleepless nights starting when the quiet begins thinking about how I really feel. After years of analyzing, I call myself bitterly acceptant.

Listening to the people around me, I feel like I can't hate them. They talk about these murdering festivities because they are taught to love the sport not hate the Districts. Despite District belief, Capitol children are raised more to love not hate. When growing in a world where we are not exposed to pain and suffering, how do we know how to blame and hate something? I don't condone the Capitol for their behavior. I simply don't celebrate it.

I am so wrapped up in my own thoughts and perceptions; I don't notice the express is at my stop until I feel the not so good-natured pushes of those around me. I snap out of my thinking mind-set and shuffle off the express like the rest of the Capitol citizens. As the express doors slide shut, I slide the doors shut on my own thoughts of right and wrong. As my brother says, I have to go spit propaganda into people's faces.

The walk to my building is short, but I still find myself speeding into the stage area with seconds to spare. I see Myse wrapping things up as I burst through the doors.

"Razz, you're late," My boss says before talking a long sip of his coffee. I have been working here for a year and a half, but my boss still does not care to learn my name. I am just another Capitol girl looking for fame and fortune to him. "You're make-up and hair will have to do. Go!"

I am pushed into the chair before I can even ask a question. There is no time for questions in the Capitol world. The camera man is giving me the signal and I pickup the paper on my table. It is my first show time and I'm going to make the best of it.

"Hi, I'm Jazz McNeely and you're watching Good Morning Capitol. I'm here with a special announcement."

An announcement that will have everyone knowing my name. Maybe it won't be right away, but I am heading straight to the top, leaving behind any scarred background or rotten sibling. I am going to Jazz McNeely, not an everyday Capitol girl. Just Jazz McNeely.

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There you have it. As I said, the family will not be the center of things and it won't just be Jazz. They just play an important role in our victors' stories this time around. Now, on to the list. I did have to move a few Districts. Sorry, but it has to happen. And I did go with the clichéd extra District, but I promise, it won't be a huge deal. Anyway, District 14 is going to be pretty special.

District One

Male: Marco von Erich

Female: Bliss Honeycutt

District Two

Male: Antonia Sinclair

Female: Benevolence Valencia

District Three

Male: Shiloh McCarthy

Female: Miles McCarthy

District Four

Male: Camille Booth

Female: Kantix Kosmelt

District Five

Male: Dexter Hasselback

Female: Katarina Peters

District Six

Male: Finn Darrenhall

Female: Cetera Jellon

District Seven

Male: Steam Trace

Female: Sunday Lancast

District Eight

Male: Ian Williams

Female: Kamira Lyre

District Nine

Male: Todd Halder

Female: Almond Willow

District Ten

Male: Raze Tanners

Female: Lyli Hyerman

District Eleven

Male: Arin Andrews

Female: Tawncy Moriatri

District Twelve

Male: Azrael Lupin

Female: Vina Renna

District 14

Male: Karter Neandra

Female: Astrid Aelish

There you go. The Reapings for the first four should be out on Wednesday since I have no school. Also, since I received most of the profiles by PM, to see the profiles or your District partner and others, go to the forum.

Reviews are wonderful. Peace, Love, and All That Jazz.
-Emma