Alyssandra Collyn

Alyssandra immediately went down the hall to her room when Charlotte pointed them out. She didn't want to talk to anyone, or watch the Recaps, or get advice. She just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. She saw a second bed in the car as she closed the door, and after a few minutes, the twelve-year-old girl knocked and came inside.

"Emmia told me to come down here. She and Tinkra are sharing." Alyssandra felt it was a little mean, but she ignored the girl and just stared at the ceiling. The younger girl had food with her, Alyssandra could smell it. She tried to ignore it, but after years of living in starvation, she wasn't about to pass up free Capitol food.

"Dining car?" she asked. Danice, snuggled nearly all the way under her covers, simply nodded. Alyssandra go out of bed and tried sneaking her way to the dining car. Charlotte, Mason, and Beetee were in the main area, focused on the Reapings. Alyssandra heard them talking about strategies and angles for each one of the tributes, and for a moment she was touched. They were already working hard to help each one of them.

Alyssandra made it to the dining car, and Veris, Warner, Tinkra, and Guier were already there. Guier noticed the hungry look in her eyes, and handed her a bowl of fresh fruit. She took it, along with two turkey legs and a large glass of some sort of drink, and headed back to her room. She'd see that Danice only had a few pastries, so surely she'd enjoy the second leg..

Emmia Gingrass

Emmia was back home with her family. They were in the Victor's Village, but Emmia hadn't been in the games. Had she? The house was beautiful, with stone flooring and glass panels. Hodge was standing in the doorway, smiling. She ran to him, ready to jump into his arms, but instead she fell through him.

The scene shifted. Hodge's smile and warm disposition vanished and he was sitting on the stoop outside her rickety house on the outskirts of Three. His head was in his hands, and he looked like he was going to be sick. Emmia wanted to comfort him, and see what was bothering him.

"Hodge? Hodge?" She asked, but he didn't or possibly couldn't, hear her. What was going on? She heard a sobbing noise come from inside the house, and she recognized it as her mother. She ran inside, thankful she didn't bump into anything, even though she felt as if she may have gone right through it. Her mother was sitting on the sofa in their living room, crying into her father's shoulder. Hodge's…Hodge's parents were there, too, all four of them looking extremely saddened. Jack was sitting in the corner of the room, staring straight ahead at nothing.

"What's going on?" Emmia exclaimed. No one turned around to answer her. She noticed that the electricity in the house was on, because the television projector was on. It was the Hunger Games. They were watching the Recaps of the bloodbath. Emmia recognized the face of Warner, dead, drained white on the ground. They showed exactly how he had been killed, and then the screen faded to another tribute. Another one of the fallen. Emmia screamed.

It was her.

They showed her death, stabbed clean through by a long, serrated sword. The boy handling it had to be a Career. He was tall, with fair skin and black hair and a murderous look in his eyes as he watched her die. But…but Emmia couldn't be dead. She was standing here, right beside her family. But they couldn't hear her. She hadn't been able to touch Hodge. His parents were offering their condolences to hers. Emmia had died in the Bloodbath.

She woke up screaming.

Warner Brackson

Warner couldn't believe all this amazing food was for them. Never in his life had he been able to eat this much. He looked down at his body, all hollow looking, and knew that he'd probably be eating non-stop until the games so that he could put on enough weight to live on when he was in the arena. As he ate, he observed the other tributes also in the car with him. The girl sitting next to him, Tinkra, was small and thin. She had a doe-eyed face, which didn't look like the face of a Victor. Unless she proved to be very good in the Capitol, Warner wasn't about to ally with her. Guier had the same look to him, thin, hollow, lanky build. But his features were hard, unemotional, and in the moment. He had the focus. But Veris seemed the toughest of the three. Warner knew he was a Peacekeeper's son, so he'd have been better fed all through his life. He'd have better staying power, and he looked like he had the smarts to survive and outthink the others. Warner decided that Veris would be his best bet to get out of the arena, although Aaron, his roommate, was the mayor's son, and he'd be earning a lot of sponsor gifts from the district. Alyssandra had a stronger build from coming from one of the poorer areas of Three. Emmia…Emmia had volunteered. She was here by choice, and that must mean that she had the confidence that she could win. Warner would have to consider them. He didn't even bother analyzing the twelve-year-old girl. She'd be too much of a burden.

He felt horrible for thinking this about everyone. He was seeing them as if he was back home. He was unattached, which was both good and bad. What if they didn't want to ally with him? What if Warner was alone in the arena. He wasn't strong, and he'd die quickly. They only thing he had going for him was his brain, so he'd have to find an ally with strength.

"Beetee and Mason want everyone to come and watch the Reapings. They said it'll help." Emmia said as she poked her head in the doorway. She looked very pale, almost unnaturally pale, as if she had just been scared, or sick, or both. Everyone sitting at the table took their food with them as they headed back out to the main car.

Guier Coriente

Guier knew that watching the Reapings would give him a better idea of who the real competition would be. He had asked Charlotte for a pencil and some paper, so he could take notes. With so many tributes, it would be near impossible to remember and distinguish them all right away. This would help him so much in the end.

Guier wrote down words on the paper. Dangerous. Ally. Safe. Target. Unknown. He planned to write the name of each tribute under a word, placing into categories based on their danger level. He wouldn't be able to get much from Just the Reapings, but he was going to try and bring the paper as his token. It probably wouldn't work, but if it did, he'd have in invaluable tool for keeping track of the tributes.

District One. Guier knew they would all be volunteers. Only one of the four girls seemed like less of a threat. Star, he remembered the name and wrote it down. The others were all put into a little box that he had labeled 'Dangerous'. Of course, all the tributes would be dangerous in the arena, but he wanted to make a list of the ones to run away from, and the ones he felt he could take out. All of the boys fell under the Dangerous category.

Nearly all of District Two was Dangerous, but one girl wasn't a volunteer. He put her name under the word 'Safe'. She looked terrified , standing next to all of those Careers. He didn't bother noting anything about Three, as he was living with them.

Four. All Careers. One of them seemed a little off, but he might have been spaced out a bit. Still, all Dangerous. Five. One Volunteer, even though she didn't look too strong. Guier put her as Unknown. There was a small girl there, and she was put under Target. The rest were Safe.

Guier did this for each and every district. He saw a lot of volunteers from non-career districts, which was odd, very odd. Very little tributes fell under Dangerous, only those who seemed exceptionally strong. Many came up as Safe. The younger people were Targets, and No one was an Ally. Not yet. Only the non-Career volunteers went under Unknown. He'd have to know their reasoning before making his decision.

What do you guys think of Emmia's dream? Foreshadowing or a simple nightmare? How do you think Guier's system is coming out so far? These tributes have the smarts, so don't count them out just yet. Moving onto the District 4 Train Rides, whose POV would you like to see, who should room together. I'm gonna start asking questions like this, so I can see whose POV would interest you guys the most. Do you wanna hear more from the tributes already featured or get to know the tributes who haven't been seen yet? Let me know so I can make this story the best it can be.