Macen McGrathe

Macen waited for his parents in the Justice building. He was being brave. There was no use in crying over this. It could only hinder him in the eyes of the Capitol. They were looking for promising tributes that they could bet on and sponsor, not pity parties that wouldn't make it long. He had to come across as strong, and even though there were no cameras here in the Justice Building, he wanted to stay strong for his family.

He fought hard to hold back the tears when they came through the door. His father got to him first, and he hugged him tightly, before his mother squeezed in and started hugging the air right from Macen's chest. He didn't mind, though. She was trying to find a way to hold him here in Eleven, and if she could, no matter how, he would love it.

"I'm going to fight," said Macen. "I'm going to fight and come back. I'm not going down out there." He thought his words would help his parents right now, but instead he heard his mother sniffle and try to keep herself from crying.

"We know you will. You can be the winner. Try. Do what you need to do." He knew she understood that it meant her son would have to become a murderer, but she was okay with that. Macen would have to become okay with it, too, if he wanted to live.

Juniper Preen

Juniper couldn't believe how dumb she had been. She laughed at the Peacekeepers out in public, and now she was going into the games. She hardly saw it as a coincidence. The peacekeepers were the ones who helped set up the square for the Reaping each year, and that included setting up the Reaping balls. Surely one of them had put her name in many more times than what should have been there. Maybe they simply told Ogden to call her name, and she hadn't truly bee reaped at all. She didn't know, and she had to let it go now. She was in a fight for her life right now.

Her mother came running into the room, and Juniper wished her father could be here to say goodbye, too. She got her temper and her humor from him, and he was in District detainment for attacking a Peacekeeper. She probably would have ended up there, eventually, for being just like her father. Her mother must've picked up on Juniper's sadness.

"I'll go talk to him, okay? We both love you, June." She hugged her mother.

"I love you, too. Tell him I love him. Tell him that when he gets out I'll be home waiting for him." She tried smiling, but as she did, she broke down crying. Luckily, her mom held her and stroked her hair back, trying to calm her down. It wouldn't help, of course, but she was glad to have her here, even for this short amount of time.

The Peacekeeper opened the door to call her mother out, but it felt like it hadn't been the usual three minutes given. Juniper looked up to speak, but she saw who the Peacekeeper was. It was the one peacekeeper in the entire district who had caught her in her joking. He was the one responsible for her being here right now, and he was trying to take her mother away too soon.

"We still have one more minute," called her mother, not looking up. The Peacekeeper came into the room and stared at Juniper. She released her mother, knowing she couldn't afford to fight with the peacekeepers anymore.

"It's alright. Go. I'm going to be fine, you'll see." Her words were equally directed at both people in the room. She wanted to comfort her mother, but she also wanted to let the Peacekeeper know that she would be back in Eleven before he knew it.

Anton Corathas

Anton hugged his father and mother goodbye. He had to believe that he could see them again. This would not be the last time they spoke to each other. The Capitol would have to let him go home once he won the games.

Anton kept telling himself these things, trying to make himself believe them. In reality, he was terrified of dying that first day, or any day, in the arena. Having to face off against the brutish tributes of One, Two, and Four made him feel sick to his stomach. His only hope would be to make strong alliances, and to do that Anton would have to come across as strong and cocky. That wasn't who he was. He was this half-starved kid that worked the orchards of Eleven. He was nothing compared to tributes who trained every single day to volunteer to fight to the death. He couldn't do this, so he had to tell himself, and make himself believe that he could.

Anton's final guest was his sister. Alina was a year older than him, so, this being her last reaping, she was finally safe. Before he could even speak, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a little band of woven straw. It was a token, something to take into the arena with him to remind himself of Eleven. She handed it to him, crying and shaking.

"Do your very best. Win for us, okay?" She was trying so hard not to break down, but Anton could see she was failing,

"I love you, Alina." He said, hugging his sister one last time.

Tessa Braze

Tessa let herself cry. There was no use in trying to stay strong right now. Her family would know it was a mask, a lie she was trying to live in. She couldn't do that to them. Her father was sitting on the couch with her, with her brother and sisters standing around her. He had her wrapped up in his arms, as if trying to hold her here in the District.

"We will work extra hard, Tess." Said her brother Naylan. "We'll earn extra money to sponsor you. We'll help get you home." He'd always been so protective of all of his sisters, and Tessa was the oldest of them. They were the closest, age-wise.

"Yeah, Jess and I can go around to all our friends asking for help." Heidi and Jess were the youngest, but they seemed far more mature than ten years old. Tessa hugged them all before the Peacekeepers came in to take them from her. Before they left the room, Jessica ran back and pulled the ribbon from her hair, and gave it to Tessa.

"Take it with you so you can think of us out there. I love you, Tess." She said, hugging her around the waist and then running from the room. Tessa cried again when the door closed behind them.

Only one district left before your tributes leave their homes for the Capitol. How will they make out there? Who knows. But you can help them by sponsoring them. If you need to earn points to give them, submit some more gamemakers and stylists, I still need alot. 30 points a piece, and those 30 points could be the thing that save your tribute in the arena. Please review.