Maxwell Desccosne

Maxwell waited for his family to get here. He was in one of the extra holding rooms, and his had a view of the square. He had been able to see his mother and brother push their way through the crowd of people to get to him. Now he just had to wait for them to get here.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Maxwell heard his mother yell something, although it was too muffled for him to make anything out. She burst through the door and wrapped her arms around Max. She was so small compared to him.

"Please, please come home. Please don't leave me, Maxwell." Cried his mother. Max's father had died a few years ago, starving himself to allow the twins to eat. He felt his mother couldn't handle another loss like that.

"I'm going to try, mom. I'll do my best. Where's Mitch?"

"I…he decided to come in alone, after I left. He's in the hall. Maxwell, please."

"I get it. I can only promise to try, mom. There are nearly one hundred tributes. It's not going to be that easy." The Peacekeeper came in just then to tell Maxell's mother to leave. He had to forcefully remove her from the room when she refused to move. As the door closed, Maxwell realized that he'd probably ever see her again. Now he just had to wait for Mitchell.

His brother came in, head down. Maxwell could see, though, the focused mask on his face. Only once the door was closed did he look up.

"Why didn't you come in with mom?" asked Maxwell. His brother sighed, but then the mask came back.

"She'd never understand what I'm about to tell you," he said sternly.

Ilenia Scrall

Ilenia was sitting in the corner of her room, crying. She was screwed. She couldn't win the Games. They did horrible things to people, inside and out. Ilenia didn't want that to be her life. But it was, and if she wanted the chance to change that, she'd have to win. She thought of Jovane, her brother's girlfriend, somewhere else in this building. She'd ally with her over anyone else. She knew Granson would be sad if he lost either of them. She had to be strong for Granson.

He was her first visitor. He came in, and had to look around in order to find her. Ilenia finally stood up, and he grabbed her tight.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry Granson." She cried into his reaping shirt. He pulled her away real quick.

"Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault."

"Have you gone to see Jovane yet?

"You're more important to me. I'll go see her after this. But this isn't your fault. Just try your hardest out there, okay?"

"Okay. I'll be back soon, alright?" she tried to joke about it. Granson pulled away, and left Ilenia alone to wait for their parents. When they came in, they both wrapped her in a tight hug. Her father was the first to let go, but Ilenia's mother held onto her little girl until her father pulled them apart.

"We love you, more than anything, Ilenia. Just know that we love you." She cried. Ilenia felt the tears coming again. She wouldn't try to stop them.

"I love you, too. I'm scared. I don't want to die." She was crying now.

"Don't. Just don't. You're not going to die. You're going to come home." Ilenia didn't want to tell her father how wrong he was.

Jovane Smylithe

Jovane wondered how Granson was doing. How was he coping with losing both his girlfriend and his sister? Jovane knew he'd be rooting for his sister once they got to the arena. She'd ally with Ilenia, and they would try to make it out together, for Granson.

Jovane's parents had already left. She wasn't sure how other visitors had spoken to the respective tributes, but her parents had basically told her they didn't believe she would come home. Her father kept saying they would be okay. Not that Jovane would be okay. They were accepting the fact that was would die. It had hurt her, and right now, she just wanted to see Granson.

It was a few minutes before he arrived, as he must've gone to see his sister first. Jovane couldn't blame him. She'd probably have been mad with him if he had come to see her before his own sister.

"How are you?" he asked the second the door was closed. Jovane ran into him, and burst into tears. He ran his fingers through her hair, which was something he knew she liked.

"I'm terrified. You weren't here to hear what my parents said. They don't think I'm coming home. They're not even pretending. It's horrible." She didn't know how close they'd be able to get any closer, but he pulled her closer, still. She could hear him sniffle, and she knew he was on the verge of breaking down, too.

"I'll look after her, you know." She said.

"Thank you."

Kieran Xavier

Kieran didn't have anyone coming to see him. The community home kids never stuck around after the Reaping. They were all dragged back to the home, so none of his friends were waiting in the hallway to see him. He had no one, so all he could do was wait for the other tributes to finish with their families.

He was able to think clearly, despite the horrible images of past games running through his head. His memory would be his best friend in the games. How would the tributes be able to keep track of how many tributes were left unless they had a brain like Kieran's. He'd need allies that had the strength to survive, but if he could do that, then he could probably survive a while in the games.

Kieran could hear crying, muffled as it was through the thick walls, out in the hallway. People must be finishing up with the other tributes. Kieran laughed. This was probably the first time in his life that he was glad he was abandoned at the Community home as a kid. He didn't have a family to miss him and cry for him. No one would be hurt if he didn't come home.

And he probably wouldn't.

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