I was planning on waiting until all the spots for one district were filled before starting, but the kids I've gotten so far are all spread out. So I'm gonna take a page from tracelynn's book and just write the tributes as they are sent in. Hope fully this doesn't confuse anyone.

I own none of these characters

Eloisa Linton, Capitol:

The beeping of the alarm startled me awake. I shot up in bed. Ugh, why did I set my alarm so early? I groaned and looked at the digital calendar on my dresser. The date was highlighted in red. Why?

Then I realized. The Memorial started today. I threw off the covers and ran to my closet. I picked out a bright teal, purple, and pink dress with gold sandals and jewelry. I ran to the mirror and did my makeup. I had to look absolutely perfect today.

I put my brightly dyed hair up in pigtails and made sure the gold tatoos on my face hadn't faded. They wouldn't fade if they were still using the ink from before the rebellion. But lots of stuff was lost during that time, including that recipe. One more reason to hate the Districts.

As soon as I was dressed, I ran all the way downstairs. My father was waiting for me. He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. "Today's the day, sweetie. Are you ready?"

Why was he asking? I twirled. "Of course I am! And I'm going to win a gold medal!"

"That's right honey. You deserve it!"

I sure as hell did.

Joey Roth, District One:

I drummed my fingers nervously on my seat as I sat in the auditorium. The officials all filed on stage to applause. Loud applause. I winced and covered my ears. I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder and looked over to see my girlfriend, Rose, looking at me worriedly. I smiled in what I hoped was a reassuring manner as the applause died down.

Our mayor, Malachite Jones, walked up in this green tux with a daisy in it. It made him look like a leprechaun. I had to stifle my giggles and decided I would tell my parents later. "Welcome, everyone," he said into the mike. "As you know, today is a very special day. Today, we come together in remembrance of the fallen, and with a conviction that it will never happen again. Today we send our finest to represent our district to all of Panem."

A man came up to the podium. Several people gasped. We'd all seen his pictures, standing with the last Hunger Games Victors from District Twelve.

"Well, you all know how this goes," said Rye Everdeen, "I'll call your name if you're in and you come up onstage. Ready? Okay."

He took out a list. I zoned out until Rose shook my shoulder. "Joey, he just called you!" she hissed.

What? I looked back up at the stage. "Joey Roth, are you out there?"

I jumped up and ran to the stage. "Hi, sorry!" I jumped up the stairs two at a time. A few people looked at me oddly. But I was going to the games!

Jake Cresta, District Four:

I shifted nervously in my seat as the names were read out. I was sitting with the rest of my martial arts class, our sensei up on stage. My dad and siblings were in the back, watching. I started making a plan how I would get home after this. I'd go around the long way, through the town square. It would add ten extra minutes but at least I would be in a crowded area. I was not in the mood for a fight with the local gang today.

No matter how many times I told them, they insisted I wanted the old Capitol back. It was completely idiotic. I don't want to go through what my great-aunt did. I tried to explain, but they usually just called me a liar.

"Jake Cresta!" Well, I guess I don't have to go the long way around today. Maybe if I got a medal, those bullies would finally leave me alone.

Thanks to Berrybush123, Rosemarie Benson, and Jeptwin for these awesome characters!

Questions: 1. What do you think of these characters? 2. Authors, how well did I do portraying them?

This SYOC/T is still open! I have lots of spots to fill, so feel free to submit! See you later!