Saely May Taylor, D11

"And may the odds be ever in your favor!" President Rector announces. The crowd behind Saely and Jack screams in delight as District 1's chariot moves to the lobby of the Training Center. District 1 leaves with District 2 following suit. Sealy's chariot will be one of the last to leave. She looks ahead, seeing District 3 leave, blinking their way to the lobby. She twirls her hair with a finger as she watches each chariot ride off. Why doesn't she have on a good outfit? She would settle for anything, even District 8's outfit. Her stupid stylist placed her with a pitchfork. There is more to 11 than pitchforks and crops. At least she wasn't stuck with a coal miner outfit. That would be embarrassing.

District 7 lurches ahead, leaving the other chariots waiting. Saely turns her head to the still glowing tributes from 13. Why couldn't she get their stylists? At least they knew what they were doing. As she was stealing a glance to 13, she noticed the boy from 12. He was the volunteer, the little boy giving up his life for the Games. His reason is still unknown to her, but she's determined to find it out. Her eyes catch on his, which are the same color as hers. He looks a lot like his district partner, with blond hair and blue eyes. Were they related somehow? Or was it like 11, where the southern part of the district has darker skin than the northern part?

She smiled shyly as the chariot moved forward, making her jerk ahead. She turns her attention to the lobby, where she was heading. She kept her mind on the boy from 11. What was his name? She racked her brain for the answer until she came up with a simple name, Playton Reyes. That's the boy who she remembered from the Reaping. The boy who will be her partner. The boy who was the youngest ever volunteer for the Games. The chariot came to an abrupt stop and her stylist, Cadence Mia, rushed to Saely's side.

"You looked fantastic!" Cadence squealed, her pink wig bouncing all around. "The prop was a great addition. We may have started a trend! What do you think?" Despite Cadence's attention to Saely, someone else answered for her.

"The props were ridiculous!" Jack burst, throwing the pitchfork to the floor with a clank! "I never felt more embarrassed in my life! I hope my training score makes up for it." He turned away from Cadence and looked to the other tributes, who were filing in. "Why couldn't we look like Thirteen?" Cadence rolled her cherry red eyes and looked to Saely. She weakly smiled at her stylist. Jack already said what she was thinking.

"Um..." Saely thought. "I...loved our props. I think we did set a new trend."

Cadence smiled and squealed all over again. "I knew someone would like it. Terrance keeps complaining to me."

"Ahem." Terrance smirked at Cadence. "The props were a dumb idea. They needed to wave to the crowd while holding onto the bar of the chariot. Now everyone in the Capitol thinks they are stuck up tributes from the farming district. Is that what you wanted?"

Terrance and Cadence continue to jabber as Saely looks to the 12 chariot. Playton caught her eye again, but they didn't lose contact. Playton moved his way to her, leaving his stylist, escort, and district partner behind. He looked rather cute in the miner get up, even though he was really exposed. The coal dust began to fall off of the boy as he moved forward. Saely met him halfway and saw the boy face-to-face. He looks better in person than on-screen at the Reaping.

"Hi, my name is Playton." The boy says, reaching for Saely's hand. She was only a few inches taller than him, but she felt like a monster compared to Playton. "You must be Saely from Eleven. I liked your costume, you know. It's way better than mine. I kind of wished that we had pitchforks for a prop, but I can't get whatever I want."

Saely giggled and stared into Playton's blue orbs. "I don't like the props. They got in the way. My district partner didn't like them either. Too bad I can't take these into the arena. They'd make a good weapon." She pretends to stab Playton with her prop. Playton clutches his stomach playfully and laughs with Saely. All of the other tributes stare as they continue to laugh.

"Hey, can we train together tomorrow?" Playton asks. Saely smiles and flips her hair behind her shoulder.

"Sure thing." Saely replied while being pulled away from Playton by Cadence. At least she may have an alliance going. She just needed to be super nice to Playton to gain his trust. He's only twelve, and he wouldn't kill anyone he trusts.

Predator Fazaysia, D4

Indigo and Predator looked over each tribute. Now that they saw them in person, maybe they can get a better feel for each tribute. The ones from 1 and 2 looked classically strong. Maybe they might his new allies. He looks to the boy from 7, who looks completely content on doing nothing. Indifferent. Perfect, Predator may be able to work with that. He took off his stupid crown and shoved it to Indigo. His stylist gave him the weirdest costume, but it wasn't as bad as 12. The coal miner thing may be getting old, even though it has been over 100 years since 12 was in the Games. Oh well, more kids to kill in the arena.

"Weren't feeling the crown?" Indigo jokes, smoothing Predator's bronze hair out. "I know. The year I was in the Games, the crown they placed on me was about ten pounds. All the glitz and glam of the thing made it impossible to keep my head high."

"At least mine was lighter than ten pounds." Predator says back. "What about the girl from Six?" Predator's eyes glance to the girl with wheels in her hair. She seemed pretty strong, but he was unsure of her abilities.

Indigo shook his head. "Nah, she may be too frail or weak to handle anything. Hm... how about the girl from Eight?" Predator's green eyes showed him the girl in the pink and purple dress. He crossed his arms as he looked to her. She may be frailer than Six, but she looked like she could hold her own. She took her crown off and handed it to her stylist. She held herself with confidence, which may be a good thing.

"I'll talk to her in training tomorrow." Predator says, agreeing with Indigo.

Indigo keeps scouting out tributes. This is what Predator's mentor suggested. After the Tribute Parade, scope out the tributes and see who you want for the alliance. As always, 1 and 2 were in. They were searching for more tributes who may give a good showdown at the end. Anything for the Capitol audiance. Predator scans the lobby, but his eyes always take him back to the girl from 8. She wasn't overly pretty (she wasn't pretty at all, in his mind), but she looked rather strong. Something about her told him to add her to the alliance. He will find out what she is good at tomorrow.

"Who are we adding?" Maya's voice crept into Predator's ears. Her crown was still on her head and she looked to where Predator's eyes were. Her face curled in disgust when she saw the girl from 8. "Ugh! Not her. She looks too weak for the Games. How about we kill her in the bloodbath? That would be an awesome..." She was cut off by Predator's deep voice.

"No! You don't know anything about anyone until you see them train. Wait until tomorrow to judge anything, okay?" Maya jumped back and hit Noi May, who almost fell over. Noi straightened herself up, and glanced over her tributes.

"Alright you two." She fixed her wig as she spoke. "We should be heading upstairs. We have a very important day tomorrow, you know."

Maya and Predator followed their escort, entering the elevator alone. Maya continued to scowl at Predator. How dare he snap at her! She rolled her eyes at her district partner as they arrived to floor four. Nothing like sleeping to get her mind off of something.

Linden Ulmus, D7

"Because you are from Seven, you will get the seventh floor. Simple, right?" Berry Punch leads them to the elevator, where Linden hits the number 7. The elevator zooms to their floor and stops within a matter of seconds. They walk into their apartment, where they will be staying for a week. Linden and Sheila's mouths drop at the sight of their living quarters.

Being from 7, the apartment was designed to remind them of home as much as possible. The scent of pine trees filled the air and the District 7 seal was right beside the door. A table with gourmet foods was laid out and everything had a green tint to it. Linden stopped gawking and turned away. Every moment that he looked reminded him of his brother, the boy that he left at home. He tore off his headpiece and walked to his room. Nothing could stop him from reaching his room.

The room was larger than the shack he lives in back home. And it was more furnished! The bed was huge and covered with expensive sheets and covers. Linden threw his headpiece to the ground. He didn't care how long Katrina Beta took on desgining that thing; he just needs a shower and sleep for tomorrow's training day. He turned to the en suite bathroom and looks to the shower. Let's get this over with. He thinks as he comes closer to the shower with tons of buttons in in.

He threw his suit to the floor and turned on the warm water regulator. The water warmed up quickly and he jumped in. He allowed the water to cascade down his back and get his body completely soaked. As the water poured on him, his mind jumped back to his brother. How did he take seeing Linden on T.V in the Tribute Parade? He needs to get home to see that little boy again. He needs to win for Jason and give Jason a good home in the Victor's Village. Linden pressed a button and shampoo was rubbed in his hair.

He pressed another button, and suds came from all directions. A few suds went into his eyes and stung his eyeballs. He hid any sign of shrieking deep in his throat. The more he struggled to get the suds out, the more suds came in and continued to sting. He hit a random button and the water turned from warm to scalding hot. The shrieks began to leave his throat and he tried his hardest to get out of the shower. He tripped over the rug and fell to the tiled floor, heat coming off of his body.

He reached for a towel and wiped his eyes. His vision was blurred, but he could see a pair of legs in front of him. He stayed on the floor, nude in front of this person. His vision came back and he saw the figure of a female Avox bending down in front of him. His cheeks filled with heat as the girl stared at him with pircing green eyes. Linden knew she couldn't talk, and he couldn't see any sign of her blushing under her face make-up. She helped him get to his feet, not looking below his waist. She handed him another fluffy towl and wiped his face free of any water.

"Thank you..." Linden whispered. The girl nodded to his words, as if she understood. Linden wrapped his waist with a towel and watched as the Avox turned off the complicated shower. "Do you mind turning on the shower for me in the morning?" He smiled and he saw a smile on her face as well. She nodded and left the bathroom with his costume in hand.

I'm so glad she couldn't talk. Linden thought as he dried himself off.

A/N: I am sorry for the delay of the chapter. I had... skip the excuses. I hope you enjoyed the chapter...even though it was shorter than my other ones. This one only came in at about 2,095 words without the Author's Note. I don't know if you guys know, but I have a poll on my page. Please take it! I have a surprise in store with that data and I want your opinion. I only have had 4 people take it, but that doesn't disclose any results. The surprise with that data will be after the Training chapters. I hope you enjoyed! Read and review, please. :)