I received my first pair of tributes so I wrote the reaping before I received the rest, hoping that it will help to persuade people to apply for tributes. I'm going to write the tributes' reapings in pairs of two, like the games. If there are any tributes anyone would like their tribute to be allied with be sure to message me that you would like an alliance .

Jackson Jones-17-Trained

My dad's disappointed murmurs weren't clear enough to be heard. I know I was meant to be training, but I still needed to get of the house. It's my last day at home for, well, a long time and I couldn't wait to get back to the beach. At first I just walked quickly, but I was desperate to be relieved. I didn't care about their worried looks; I just sprinted straight into the clear tropical waters.

Finally, silence. Peace. I was home once more with the water that held everything that I love. I could spend all day in the ocean, I often did. But not today. Today was the day I volunteered. I was only seventeen but this was a quell and an opportunity like this wasn't to be missed. Right now though, I can go through the caves and explore the reefs.

I was brought to the surface by my friend Rocky, "Hey Merman! I thought you'd be at the centre, being your big day and all".
"N'ah not today, everyone's out getting ready and I might not be out here again for months" I duck dive back under the water, I only have about 10 minutes and I want to go somewhere scary. So I headed straight to the cave and its black depths to lose myself once more.

After dunking Rocky, we waded out, the clear salty water streaming off our clothes. I laughed as he coughed and spluttered, I was always so much more agile in the water. I didn't have time to get changed, so we wandered up to the reaping in drenched shorts, meeting Jinks briefly before standing in our section. Once they repeated the speech about how the Capitol saved us, and how we must be punished, they reminded of us the terms of the quarter quell, that to qualify for the games we have to fight between 6 of us, but then once a couple had won they could both be victors. I liked it, it meant I was remembered, the winner of the 3rd quarter quell.

So the first boy was reaped, but everyone knew there were going to be volunteers, Port Pa-"I volunteer" I said coldly, and I walked up not making any eye contact with anyone. I was a killer, trained and ruthless.

Araminta Posey-18-Trained

Bitch! She actually thought just throwing herself was going to beat me? I hope every other career I face is like Keller: stupid, heavy footed and slow. Her lighter body tried to put points on all my limbs but she had no idea about anything but weapons so I quickly jabbed my fingers in her kidney, the whole training centre had turned to watch me-everyone knew this was my year to volunteer- so, I made sure to give my fingers a twist for good measure.

I could only just hear the announcement saying the centre was closing over Keller's screams, it's funny how she was meant to be my friend but I was so much better than her. It felt good to have her pinned down, struggling to get free and I got a bit carried away when the opportunity came , but it was time to go get ready, the sponsors were really into good looks.

My pathetic mum had managed to get something right and so a capitol stylist was waiting in our beauty room, rich parents really did have advantages ,even

if they were pathetic and everyone expected a well mannered mayors daughter.

"Finished!" the stylist chirruped it might have taken her a good part of two hours but I looked so district four, tough and attractive .My dress resembled water and my whole body shimmered in the reflective light ."How's my victor?" My dad had came through, I Ignored him. I didn't have time to pretend to like him today .While he was a great mentor and his medical knowledge meant I could know exactly where people weakest unguarded spot is ,he was weak in his old age. Useless, to me now.

Keller was dressed up for the reaping, and her make up made a futile effort to cover up her black eye .We both walked down to the reaping in silence, I couldn't look at her, every look just made me smile at my handy work. Keller was useful though, she made a good dummy

After we were put in the sections the speech began, then the boys were reaped a jerk with no shirt on volunteered and he went up looking sinister, the parents were scared for their children and worried whispers flooded the crowd. He was very well built, but a little slow in his movements, he was sure for some female sponsors they always fell for the rugged look, bronze skin, sandy hair and the trademark green eyes.

"And now for our first lucky girl" the crowds cheer was somewhat suppressed by the on looking career, his stare was rehearsed and trashed the celebratory atmosphere into one of uneasy cheer. Perfect I was going to join him in his sinister demeanor; we were going to be remembered as the merciless pair of district 4

"Any volunteers?" Everyone's eyes fell on me ,this years strongest 18 year, old ,damn it, I was too busy thinking about my strategy and ruined it "err yes, Yes ! I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute!" well that's that screwed. My stone cold approach has become desperate and stupid. Walking up a few seventeen year olds were sniggering , I shot them a look they deserved and I stood up next to Jackson, his look he gave me that of the viewing capitol citizens thoughts, stupid career with nothing but weapons drilled into her head .Wait, I have an advantage here, I gave a smile and played the stupid career arrogance which suited me, "Thank you people of four, I am your victor!" the crowd roared at me, they were under the sleeve of just another generic career .

Right so here a few questions, review or PM if you can it would really help,

Should there be a sponsor system?

Did you like the reapings?

Did you like the length(longer, shorter)?

Would you like goodbyes?

Thanks .He