Sarah Beta

Sarah was trying as hard as she could not to start hyperventilating. This was probably, no, definitely that worst thing that could possibly happen to her. Not only was she a tribute, set to die, but it was for another district. Her family and friends could, but wouldn't, help her, as it would benefit another district if she won. She guessed that this was something that had never happened before.

Her mother rushed into the room, followed by some of her siblings. It hit her then that she'd never see the rest of her brothers and sister again, because why would the Capitol allow her to go home to say goodbye? She might be able to see her father, for a minute or so in the Capitol, as he'd be going as a mentor for Seven.

Natalie held Tiffany and Ulysses by the hand as Sarah's mother hugged her tight, crying. This was the normal, my child is going to be a tribute crying, that carried some hope, this was hopeless crying. Sarah figured her mother knew how bad the odds were, a Seven girl being Reaped from Eight.

"I am so sorry, Sarah. I should have never brought you four with me. I should have left you with your father back home." Sarah didn't want to tell her mother that she was right, that leaving Sarah home would have been the smarter thing to do. She could only hug her tight and hope for the crying to stop.

"People have won before without any sponsor gifts. I can do that, too, mom. I'll do it." Sarah wasn't sure if what she was saying was true or not, but if it helped in the moment, that was all that mattered.

"Your father and I, we'll get people to sponsor you. Don't worry. Okay?"

"Okay. Has anyone been able to call him and tell him?"

"Not yet. Seven started their Reaping right after Eight, so no one will be able to get a hold of him until he gets back home."

"Okay, just make sure to tell everyone back home that I love them, please?" At that, Natalie let go of the younger ones and rushed to her sister. Sarah tried as hard as she could not to cry. She wanted this moment to last.

Ellias Mirones

Ellias waited for his mother and father to burst through the door, either very angry or very sad. He hoped the were angry. It'd be easier to deal with them if they were angry. Ellias wasn't good with people crying.

Sure enough, they didn't wait for the Peacekeeper to open the door. Ellias' father slammed it open and came straight in, followed by his mother. They didn't show either extremes on their face. It was more like shock.

"Why?" asked his mother.

"Why what? Why did I volunteer? Why aren't you home with Ella right now?" Ellias said calmly.

"We would be. We'd all be home with her right now, if you hadn't done this. Why would you volunteer to be a tribute?"

"Because if I win, I'll have the money to get Ella to a Capitol hospital. If I win, she'll live."

"If. If is the key word there, Ellias. If you lose, we lose both of you." His father wouldn't even look up to face him.

"I know, and I'm sorry about that, but I told Ella that I would do anything to make her well again, and this is the only way. I… I want to do this for her. Just keep her around long enough for me to win." His mother sighed in defeat. There was nothing she could do at this point.

"We'll get you sponsors, from here in the District," she said.

"No. If you can get any extra money, keep Ella alive as long as you can." He could see the tears in her eyes now. She'd be a wreck during the next few weeks. But he would get a cure for his sister, if it was the last thing he did.

Carsander Amell

"I love you. You know that, right?" cried his mother. Carsander hugged her tight before the Peacekeeper escorted her from the room. His father was off in the Capitol on business, and she promised to tell him about the situation. Hopefully he'd be allowed to come say goodbye to his son. Carson waited a few minutes before his older sister came into the room, crying.

They were best friends, Carson and Ronnie. She was twenty, and she knew him better than anyone else, so her first statement didn't surprise him any.

"I'm sorry they chose Guerard," she said quickly. "I love you, please come home." She knew how Carson felt about his best friend. He loved him, and would do anything for him. But right now, he was powerless. He'd never told Guerard how he felt, because he was scared. Now, he'd never get the chance. He'd only ever told his family about his being gay, and he wasn't ready to announce it to all of Panem.

"I'm scared. I don't want either of us to die. I want to come home with him. He's my best friend."

"I really think you should tell him how you feel, before you get to the Capitol. Just to get it out there, so if anything happens to him, you'll know that at least you told him your feelings."

"What…what if anything happens to me?"

"Don't be stupid. How could you not win this? Look at you." She tried to joke. Carsander wanted more than anything to believe her right now. He needed to.

Cicenna Arlenos

Cicenna was the caring type. Even though her own life was being threatened right now, all she could think about was the poor Seven girl sitting in another room, doomed to die. She wanted to help her, but would she seem like a traitor to her district if she did? They'd still reap the benefits if she won, even if she was a citizen of Eight. At least, Cicenna hoped so. Otherwise, it would be as if Seven had nine tributes.

She let the thoughts go when her parents walked in. Or, in her father's case, rolled in. He was involve in an accident on the job a few years ago that left him without function in his right leg, and very limited function in the left. She leaned down to hug him tightly, and then turned to hug her mother, who was crying.

"You can win this. You can win this." She kept saying. Her father looked at her mother with a worried expression.

"She's been saying that since you were reaped. I'm nervous she may have gone insane." They both laughed. Her mother was just nervous, and she always sounded like a broken record when she got nervous. Cicenna just hoped she hadn't truly gone crazy this time. They needed each other right now, so her mother couldn't afford the hysterics. Neither could Cicenna.

"Don't worry, I'll win, and then she'll be fine." She tried to sound confident. It was the only thing keeping her from losing it, herself. She had to keep a level head. If she lost herself in the Arena, she'd be dead for sure.

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