A/N: I know, I know, I'm an over achiever with pumping this bad boy out. The thing is Y'all I need you to review and answer my poll by the time there in the arena to see who dies, and who lives! Who should get presents, what district they should ally with? Thanks so much! Virtual cookies (::)(::)(::)

D7 Male: Ash Lomax: Pre-Games: (Chariots)

Hazel was a nervous mess, actually needing calming medication to settle down, and sleep for a while. I swore to myself I'd never get that bad. Never. I had to be strong in order to defeat the capital, I can't let the capital beat me. I couldn't ever, if I wanted to come back to Wren. I promised. Johnanna wasn't actually as much help as I thought. On the train she was cold, snarled at Hazel's crying from multiple times, and told me I wasn't built enough to make a difference anyway. I Stayed quiet the whole time, telling myself that punching her wouldn't bring me any well wishes in the arena.

"You're going to love you're stylelist, he makes the most gorgeous tree outfits," They chattered away striping my body of any hair, and painting me in makeup that makes me look just as I did with an air brush texture to it. "I mean dear you're camera ready enough, LOOK at that jaw line, but a touch here and there wouldn't hurt," One gushed.

"And making sure you never grow facial hair in the next 6 months, that's just gross for tributes here in the Capital," A male informed me pasting some mint paste that burned my skin.

My designer actually was just as annoying as them, chattering away like an idiot, as she painted my body with "human" glue and attached these bark pieces to me, before giving me a bullet proof shaped vest made out of "Real pine needles and oak leaves!" and an earthy toned green skinny jeans. My dark brown hair was side swept perfectly, like it was wind blown before she shoved me onto the chariot next to Hazel, who looked every bit the same as me, but in the same fabric as me but in a dress, and having a golden headband that stuck up like a small tree.

The whole crowd was cheering for two tributes named Fierce, and Spark. Spark blew kisses, and Fierce winked at girls who were hysterical at him. I notice one or two girls passing by us as usual and doing a double take.

"T-they like you," Hazles voice shook, as she tightly held onto the small bar they had to stable us if we lost our balance.

"I'm sure it's you too," I whisper lightly back and she shakes her head

"No. That's good though, it'll help me hide in the arena. I'm not noteworthy," she bitterly whispers.

I look ahead and freeze, hauntingly a little girl stood waving happily at the end of her chariot waving. She was in a little seafoam dress, that billowed out behind her, her golden hair sported a tiny golden netted grown, with purple star fish jewels. A matching gold netted belt, had a large purple starfish jewel on her side, over all she looked nothing like Wren. But suddenly she looked exactly like her, naive, innocent, and happy.

My side smirk faltered as I stared, she half hid behind a boy tribute who looked like he rather have anyone else standing there in the world. She looked back over her shoulder giggling lightly and smiled right at me. Hazel smiled back at her and sighed.

"Someone's gonna have to deal with killing little kid, and I hope it's not going to be us," She spit out, blushing like mad she had the thought of murder. But it's true, but I didn't want it to be. I found myself wanting to go home with the little thing and show her to Wren. Wren who was all smiles, and giggles too. That's never going to happen though, someone would kill her, and Hazel was right it shouldn't have to be one of us.

We started to arch back after a lesson about our sacrifice that sent the crowds near over excited riots, and made our way back through the darkness, to the lowest floor for tributes, When I really notice Spark.

She lived up to her name all right, down to the jeweled costume in white that make the lights throw yelling lights in your face if you took to long. She laughed, and blew another sickly sweet kiss, with her blood black to red blood lips. Suddenly she turned as winked at me quickly before baring her teeth at Hazel, making her jump out of her skins. Fierce laughed, and playfully punched Spark in the shoulder, with a little excess force if you ask me, but she did it back just as hard.

All at once the horses stopped, and a boy from 10... I think his name was Castor shocked me by snagging a sugar cube from the horses bin before walking to his mentors, chewing in thought.

"Not bad kid," Johanna elbowed me, "Got the ladies excited enough, to bad-" She mused to herself grumbling about strategies, and an axemen kid.

"I'm willing to fight you know, I need to get back, I assert myself to victor and she glares.

"Got somethin' back home? A girl," She guessed, as I blush sheepishly.

"Not really," I kick at some dirt that the horses dragged onto the polished Capitol floors.

"Yeah okay kid," She snickered and flashed her white teeth, "Let's talk allies-"

D1 Female: Spark Rendon: Pre-Games: (Chariots)

The crowd could not stop eating me up, they cheered my name, our stylus was absolutely a genius. We always get one of the top three, but this year we definitely had the best. She made us seem like gods drifting above everything, and everyone. Who dare even look at us? It was perfect. Friese being an idiot at always pretend to joke with me, I pretended to laugh, and then he flexed his muscles and some poor girl would swoon.

The only place people even bothered to look besides us seemed to be the other careers, and once or twice at the back few. Enough for me to note, not enough to draw away and cause concern.

Prioritize, image, skill, keep your head up, chin out, c'mon think Spark.

You. Can. Win.

You. Will. Win.

I look over at the disgusting drunks of the capital throwing diamonds, watching, flowers, anything they've got at us. Delicately I snatch a little paper bird kiss it, and send it as some drooling teens in the back. We had them eating out of the palms of our hands, really the capitol people are too easy.

The loud cheering died down and turned into a hiss as the president prepared for his speech. "Fierce, Fierce, Fierce," the hummed, "Spark, Spark, Spark," drone dragging it out a bit too long before the president spoke.

I looked again at my competition, 2 were built as usual, but their cocky stances seemed lost, and out of place, we would definitely rule the career pack. No one stuck out besides the older boy from 4 seemed to know what we was doing, with lazy winks at the ladies, and all that. Then the rest is garbage, a boy who looked slightly better than average might have been the reason to steal a few chances in 7, the girl who actually passed out on stage from 12, nothing to time worthy.

They all seemed like scared children, hiding it with faked half baked ideas on how to act when they got up on the stage to me when we watched the reapings. I wonder if they saw how ready I was, how cool and collected. They probably barely noticed, to scared fro themselves, to help themselves.

"-Panem would offer up in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice," President Snow finishes and I nodded sweetly like I listened the whole time, as the chariot turned back.

The crowds are even rowdier, and more barbaric on the way back, causing me to laugh at the excitement of blood they only see split. We pull into the corrals of sorts and I notice a shaking figure. I look over to see the fine looking boy from 7 openly watching us, and his poor partner gripping the carriage bars still. Oh this was too fun, I wink at the boy parting my lips slightly so the catch attention, before growling at the girl.

She literally jumped, and almost flew out of the carriage, sending Fierce into a steady round of chuckles, slugging my shoulder.. Hard.

"Look at that some hard core wimps," he purred smirking.

I strike my fist against the most vulnerable part on his shoulder pretending to laugh, "It's a good thing you aren't one right then Fierce."

He cursed at me, never checking the spot even though we both knew it would bruise.

"My lil' Darlings did wonderful," The stylists pecked at our cheeks clapping happily.

"Did you ever doubt us," Fierce dramatically throws his arm over my shoulders smirking, as they worriedly shook there heads.

"Never," they promised.

"Course not, we're flawless," Fierce drawled out lazily, as I shook my head. Training with him, was the worst. Still even he had slightly redeemable qualities, like knowing how to make people squirm.

Some days, back when we were training of course, we'd both be in the same skill room. We'd have to do opposite sex tag team combat. Fierce, was almost always my partner, he almost lost top dog spot one year though, and I had to move on without him. The ouff new how to beat someone until the we're bloody too. So I guess there was more than one reason to have him on my side in the beginning.

"I'm hungry," I announced to them, to get them to stop peppering us with meaningless complaints. Technically I would never announce a weakness like hunger, but they annoyed me. There clipped capital accents sounded wrong, like half done inner city 1 accents to me. To nasally, too high pitched, and I wanted them to stop.

"Of course follow your escort, " One babbled nodding his head. I snickered, we knew what to do. We trained our whole lives for this. I've waited exactly for moments like this, my whole life. I knew what to do.

Mentor: Finnick: Pre-Games: (In Flat)

12 years should not be allowed in the games, no one should... but they- they don't even have a chance. They've only ever had 14 year olds and up win the games. You think that might be an eye opener. Like, oh 13 year olds don't win, maybe 12 year olds shouldn't go... But no, not in the Capital.

I hated when there were any in the games let alone my own little one. I avoided the tributes like the plague, trying to come up with anything I could do to save her. This was so bad, so very bad, I didn't know how to get someone who wasn't a fighter out of the arena. Why oh why, didn't her sister just volunteer for her anyway. I was sitting on my bed just after the chariots, when I heard a little knocking at the door.

"It's open," I sighed, It was probably the escort no one actually knew why we had, a mentor, the stylist, what the heck do we need a bumbling capital idiot for?

"Finn," A tiny voice whispers, as I felt the bed weight shift ever so slightly. I feel myself tightening all my muscles, like a blow was about to come, I wasn't ready for.

"Finn, are you angry with me for being reaped," the little girl looks over at me and I freeze. I could have been her father we looked so alike, she was tanned, her golden hair was wavy and to her shoulders, her eyes were as wide as a doe, and the same light swimming green that mine were.

"Cause now you might not get a victor," She whimpered and her eyes swam with unshed tears. I move over next to her and sigh "I'm not mad at you. You didn't want to be reaped either." Suddenly the tears start to flow from her eyes.

"Finn, no one thinks I can win, b-but everyone needs me to try to bring honor, and I'm scared," She whispers leaning into my side, like I've known her forever, and maybe In another world I would have. She had the same light line of freckles Annie had, and the same sweet small voice. I wrapped my arms around her placing her in my lap.

I originally always wanted to be a Dad, but going into the games made me realize no kid should be brought into a world like this. She was smaller than the average 12 year old not tipping the scale at 60 pounds soaking wet. I always thought If I had a kid, Annie would want a boy like me, but I would want a daughter like her.

"M-m-m-y Dad never liked me c-cause I wouldn't go into training, even if they wanted me. I didn't want to die- I saw all those other kids-" Her voice faded in and out as she sniffed. "Mom said that I shouldn't have to, and for a long time they fought, but they c-couldn't force me," She stopped talking burying her face in my chest. I held her tight to me, she shouldn't have to go through all this, she- she wasn't yours Finnick, I warn myself. Don't get attached, but I felt like it was to late not to. Her small hand rested farther up my chest, and I covered it with my own.

"You've already made people proud, not crying in front of the cameras is more than a lot of 14 year olds Aril, you're tough," I smile and she looks at me serious for a minute, "Will you help me, really help me," She looks up from under her lashes and I laugh.

"How could I say no," I smirk, and she pushes on my chest giggling adorably. Suddenly a loud knocking was at the door, "Time to eat! Hurry, hurry, hurry," The escort crows, her high heels click-clacking down the hallway.

"Come on sweetie, why don't we go do what the weirdo wants," I poke her in the side and she makes her eyes cold, pouting. "Everybody is somebody else's weirdo Finnick," She wisely narrows her eyes, and I laugh at her stern face, but with each laugh I find myself liking her more, and more and that can't happen, because no one ever actually wins the games, not even the kids who come out.

Even sweet little girls.

D10 Male: Castor Tice: Pre-Games (In Flat)

The chariots seemed to go as expected, long, the citizens savage, and everyone was focused immediately on a career treasure. By the time they hauled our butts in front of the drooling citizens we were less than par, and quite frankly a boar to them. I doubt even Griffin who frankly has the worst fashion sense in the world for a 'player' would find anything redeemable from the fuzzy cow leather vest, and metallic hoof shoes, and cow bell necklace. I could almost hear his "Duuuuuuude, that's so wrong," from his TV set all the day back in 10.

Carmen didn't really help with anything, she just seemed so done with everything. With the capitol, with the people, with anyone expecting her to fight, or talk, or do anything. She'd just roll her eyes and send you this 'really?' look. I couldn't even tell if she was faking it, but it really didn't seem like it. She just seemed ready to fight, but also done with trying to at the same time, it was just plain weird.

"So-" I started shoveling extremely good rose petal soup into my mouth by the buckets full.

"What's the plan," I asked our mentor Jackson was staring angrily at his fork.

He moves his fork off the napkin and takes a small bite of some sorft of fish, before he lectures, "Tomorrow we have training, try not to screw up, try to find a skill you're good at. Don't work at any station more than an hour, if you're good less than that, you don't need attention fro careers."

I nod, as Carmen flips her hair back "Yeah, fine." Carmen immediately camps herself on the couch while everyone else scurries about for bed.

"You planning on sleeping," I joke sliding in ne to her as she sighs.

"No. The nightmares come if you close your eyes," She whispers and I really look at her. The bags that were there already looked unhealthy, she seemed exhausted, and small. Like she had to pretend not to care, because in reality she cared for more than she'd like. I find myself silently agreeing with her as she clicks through channels so fast my eyes can't keep up.

I knew I won't sleep anymore out here then I would If I tried back in the room, but It felt like I was intruding on her own little mental pity party battle.

"I'm calling it quits," I mutter.

"You do that," she calls as her leg bounces in rhythm to the channels.

When I do sleep it's not a dreamless one like I would hope. The bed is too fluffy and artificial for my liking so it too follows me, as I wake up from it in a desert Arena. I fight with the blankets that try to strangle me as a little girl from 4 points and laughs off of her spot on Fierce's back. 'Help!' I scream and Carmen rolls her eyes. 'This is why I don't sleep,' she spits at me. 'Huh' I choke as the blankets tie me down so I stop squirming. The rest of the outer lying tributes find themselves in the same position as I watch each of them die from it. 'You're dreaming,' Carmen growls and suddenly I wake up.

Gasping for breath, I clutch at my heart, My brow sweaty. That wasn't real you're okay Castor, think of the farm or something. "Yeah or something," I mutter allowed, and go out to the main room to see Carmen still cannel clicking.

"Couldn't sleep," she smirks, and I shrug plopping back down next to her.

"You need to talk about it," She sighs never taking her eyes off the rainbow blur, the cup in front of her full of some super sugary buzz inducing kids drink.

"It's fine I'm used to not talking," I mutter and she snorts.

"Yeah cause Griffin does it all, I mean EVERY girl is super annoyed by him, but secretly kind of wishes he'd care enough to annoy her too," She grumbles and I find myself laughing.

"Sound like you know the feeling," I wiggle my eyebrows creepily like he does, and she breaks character smirks over at me before turning back to the TV. I miss a lot of his creepy personality, or as he called it "flirty" how the girls would run away, or to us depending on the day. At times he really did feel like a twin brother. You're crazy twin brother who you want no relation to sometimes, but a brother all the same.

"Everyone wants to be liked Castor, everyone," She grimly explains, her expression somber, as she sips from the blue juice in front of her. "Everyone," She whispers, and that's what I hear echoing in my head, even as I start to drift off and dream again.