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Bren Wrane

Bren's holding room was one of the extras, on the south side of the building. He could see past the village surrounding the square and just make out the edges of the grain fields beyond. Tomorrow his friends would be back out there, working, and he'd be on a train, or maybe already in the Capitol. This was the first time he'd ever wished to go back to work.

His mother came running into the room, followed by his father and brother. None of them were crying, yet, which was good for Bren. He didn't think he could handle it if they were all crying. His mother grabbed him and ripped him up from his seat, wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tighter than was comfortable.

"I love you, so much, Bren. Please be safe." She whimpered. Bren wrapped his arms around her, too, trying to be brave, even though on the inside he was shaking. He didn't to show anybody how terrified he really was. Here, it would only make his family feel worse. In the Capitol, it could cost him sponsors and even his life. He couldn't allow that. He did have horrible anxiety, but for some reason, the moment he left the stage at the Reaping, it had faded away. He felt more at ease, which conflicted with his terror, and the two emotions were making Bren struggle. But, again, he would let it show.

"I love you, too, mom and dad. And you, too, Kile." His mother released him so that Bren could hug his little brother. Kile was ten, so he'd have two more years before he was in the reaping. Hopefully Bren would be around to keep him as safe as possible.

Sloan Nyval

Sloan jumped as the door to her holding room opened. The door itself slammed against the wall from force, and Sloan's boyfriend, Russell, wrapped her in a bear hug. He knew she was jumpy, and that close contact was the best cure. She never wanted to let him go again. Once she was in the arena, and all alone, Sloan knew she'd be a wreck. Hopefully some of the other tributes would ally with her and help her keep her cool.

"I love you," Sloan said suddenly. She and Russell had been together for six months, and neither of them had ever said those words to each other. She'd wanted to tell him for a while now, but she wanted to wait until the right moment, and since this was their last few minutes, she felt it was the perfect time. She wanted to let him know that she'd be thinking of him until the end, but his reaction shocked her.

"You're not just saying that because of the Games, are you?" He let go of her, and she wanted to pull him back in, but she didn't. Instead, she had to defend herself.

"No," she smiled, "I really mean it. I just feel like I may not see you again, so I want you to know that I love you. I do." She smiled when he relaxed and kissed her.

"I love you, too," he tried saying through their kiss. It came out mumbled, but Sloan made it out enough. She kissed him back quickly, but jumped as the Peacekeeper opened the door. Russell gave her one last hug, and left the room

Sloan's parents came in next, and both of them had tears in their eyes. Sloan hugged her mother tightly, but after just a moment her mother let go ad her father pulled her in. She was their only daughter, their only child, and she was practically abandoning them here in Nine. It wasn't her choice, she knew that, but Sloan could shake the feeling when she saw them crying. She wanted Russell to come back and make her happy again.

Giana Thegron

Giana hugged her best friends one last time before the Peacekeeper came to take them away. Ben gave her a playful kiss on the cheek as he was pulled away. She'd miss them, yes, but right now, she had to focus everything on winning the games. She had to, otherwise she would die.

Her mother came in after her friends left, toting the twins with her. They were only seven, still too young to fully understand the gravity of being reaped into the games. Giana wished that they would never have to know, that they could stay this young forever.

"I love you, mom." She cried as she wrapped her arms around her mother's shoulders. She released her grip on the twins' hands and returned the hug to her daughter.

"You can win. You can win this. Please. Win."

"Don't worry. I will. I'll win, and come running back home." She forced a smile and laugh. "We'll never have to work in the fields ever again. We can go live in the village. Vicki and Leo won't ever need tesserae. We'll be set." Giana was just trying to appease her mother's worries, but she also wanted to believe the words she was saying. She wanted to have that confidence

Giana could feel the time ticking away, so she knelt down to hug her brother and sister. The hugged her back lovingly, neither of them crying. Giana wondered if they knew yet that people died in the games. If so, then she had to credit them for being so strong.

Galvin Colt

Galvin spun on the spot as his parents rushed into the room. His mother was in hysterics, and his father had obviously been trying and failing to staunch the tears.

"Galvin. Galvin, I'm so sorry. So sorry." She cried, sobbing into his shirt. He hugged her tight, and saw his father motion for him to say something to her.

"I…" he hesitated, "I'll be okay mom. I'll be fine." He was lying through his teeth. He didn't have any confidence that he would be fine. Galvin was terrified of when the day came, two weeks from now, when he would be lifted up into the arena and have to fight for his life in the bloodbath.

"We'll pool any extra money to send. We'll help you." Said his father, who was trying to remain strong in the background. Galvin released his mother and walked up behind him. Galvin hugged his father. He needed this.

"Don't. Use the money to eat. It won't be enough for the Capitol prices, and I'll work my ass off to please them when I'm there. I'll get through this. I'm going to come home. I refuse to give in out there."

The Peacekeeper came in to tell his parents to leave the room. He managed one last goodbye for each of them before they were ushered out the door. Galvin waned to just collapse, but as he turned around, he caught sight of it. Sitting there, on the counter by his couch, was a small leather bag. He undid the tie, and slid the contents into his hands. As he examined it, he recognized the locket.

It was his mother's. She'd left him a token.