(Gemma Lockehart's P.O.V [District one])

I calmly regard the crowd screaming my name as the chariot pulls me forward. I am dressed as a roman goddess, which is fitting as I will crush the other tributes under my boot as the gods and goddesses did.

The Capitol people are truly tiny and pathetic but their gifts may be helpful even to one as amazing as me. So I decide to play along with their pathetic game. Slowly and gracefully I raise my hand and wave.

Roses hit me from all sides along with cries of my name. I raise my hand to my lips and blow kisses and shout with a fake smile.

"Thank you! Thank you! I love you all!" The roar of applause that hits me is insane and satisfying. Just another group of people under my heel is the thought that comes to mind. Now how exactly should I display myself…?

(Logan Huntzberger's P.O.V [District one])

My district partner is driving me insane. She is the perfect career and let's face it; she has a better chance than I do. I bet that she worked her hardest in training every day and never missed the chance to pick a fight.

But guess what? So did I, I trained for this very reason. I trained so that I could protect those that I love in case the unthinkable happened and one of them was reaped. I have something to fight for. I have a family that I have to come home to.

But now I must put on the Career skin that everyone is expecting. So I will play along with the crowd. I laugh and throw my hands in the air accepting all of the flowers.

One thing that is good about this roman god costume, is that I look better than everyone else. I mean I am deserving of this high position. I am a Career trained to kill and I will do whatever it takes to get home.

Whatever it takes.

(Ira Night's P.O.V [District two])

I'm in a gladiator costume. It's definitely not the worst costume I've seen but I have also seen much better. The Capitol people are disgusting, the amount of emotion they pour into everything makes them seem weak, and trivial.

They cheer my name but I don't even wave. It's their fault that I am here. Their fault that Chloe was reaped, that she would have died had I not been there; I bet that they enforced the community home to. I make a mental note to add that to my list of reasons to hate them.

The fake sword rests in a sheath at my hip and I let my hand rest on it. The cold feeling of the metal reminds me of the train ride and I shudder. I sincerely hope that the lunatic doesn't try it again; if she does I don't know what I'll do.

I could play the games. But I won't; I doubt I could fake that much emotion even if I wanted to. So instead I focus straight ahead and wait for this ride to end. I hope it ends soon. Because if I am to win, I need to form the alliance with the Careers, and to do that I have to train.

(Zeke Pokelius's P.O.V [District two])

I watch the cheering citizens with a small smirk. Oh the pranks I could play if I lived here… The outfits are ridiculous of course and I could probably replace the clothes with something worse and they wouldn't even notice. I do need to show up Rick so I have to make them love me.

I pull the fake sword from my belt and hoist it in the air earning more fan filled shrieks. I hear a cry of "marry me!" so I blow a kiss in that general direction.

This is the type of reaction I like. Though it would be better if they were screaming because they were caught in a trap this will have to do. I wonder what would happen if I tried to pull a prank while we were training… Nah it would make me look bad.

The chariot pulls in behind the district one chariot and I regard the people who will be my allies from behind. Interesting… they don't look to smart but I should watch them.

(Francis Mccoy's P.O.V)

My knees shake in the costumes. Wires wrap themselves around a sleek black suit but I can't focus on that. All I can see is the Careers in the chariot in front of us. They are terrifying. All of them are huge and already have everyone cheering for them. I'm going to die…

One of them will most likely kill me. I grip the railing biting my lip as tears threaten to spill over. I don't want to die. Fear has taken over every edge of my being and all I can think about is how they might kill me.

I have seen so many ways on that screen. I hoped it wouldn't be me but oh look it is. The cold metal of the railing bites my hands but I hardly notice; I'm too caught up in my own fear. My lip quivers and I feel a glare pierce my side. Very slowly I look over at my district partner.

"Don't you dare cry. If you make us look any worse then I'll be the one to kill you." She hisses keeping a smile plastered on her face all the while.

"I-I just don't want to die!" I quiver and the dam of tears finally bursts. Hot tears stream down my face and I bury my face in my hands. The Chariot goes around a turn and I almost fall off but I manage to keep a grip.

"I don't want to die…" I continue to sob.

(Veronica Santos's P.O.V [District three])

Oh. My. God. What is wrong with him? My district partner is the most annoying wreck of a tribute I have ever seen. He might only be twelve and yes it will suck to die but he could at least pretend to be brave. But oh no, instead he has to act like a sniveling little baby and annoy me half to death.

I glance over at him and find that he is still sobbing but has now sunk down to the floor. Great, now I look like the partner of a whack job. I glance down at my outfit and tug up a wire that was out of place.

I have to admit the outfits were fabulous even if getting dressed was horrible.

My prep team had waxed, poked and prodded almost every part of me. They spent an hour on my hair alone. The comments they kept making about how I was "so unfortunate to live in a place that was so barbaric." The only barbaric thing that I know of is the Capitol.

But finally after about three hours that part of the torture was done. Then I got to meet my stylist. I swear the woman is a cat in disguise. She has the cat eyes, face bones that are far too sharp, and even a leopard tail. Even her name was strange. Magenta; seriously who names their kid Magenta?

She congratulated me first thing then got to work. After she was done I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe I was looking at myself. My brown hair was swept to the side and my bangs were somehow hidden in it. The long dress with the sparking wires wrapped around it showed off my curves which annoyed me slightly but whatever.

I snap back to reality after a few moments. I allow a small smile to come on my face just to play up the sponsors. Meanwhile I think of the other tributes. When I watched the recap of the reaping only one district stuck in my mind. District eight; the twins. Pity stabs my heart whenever I think of them.

They deserve better than this, all of us do. Even the sniveling twelve year old next to me; this whole situation is horrible and unfair but we do what we have to. Whatever happens in that arena it was necessary. With that thought I turn and face the cheering crowd my arms crossed on my chest. They asked for me and they're gonna get it.

(Layota Wolfe's P.O.V [District four])

I silently fume in my fisherman's costume. I look fine, that's not the problem. The problem is that they wouldn't let me bring Hades. So basically I'm standing here trying to look good, without my companion.

As revenge I refuse to wave or smile. I will acknowledge the crowd when I get my well-deserved victory. I will wave and smile and swoon then; only then.

(James Thornehawe's P.O.V [District four])

With my head held high I raise my trident for the crowd. I try to keep my eyes from wandering to my district partner but I can't help it. She is terrifying and okay I admit it; she's a little cute. I mean most people wouldn't like it but the brown hair with the red looks great on her.

This will not be a weakness in the arena; as I'm not joining the Career's I won't have to bad stab her; and I could still kill her I just might hesitate. Looking around at the tributes from the lower districts; I wonder if any of them had a family that was depending on them. This thought sends a pang of sorrow shooting through my heart and I have to remind myself that where I am going thoughts like this are dangerous.

In these games there is only one winner and I am planning on the winner being me. If I win and come home then I can help to support Carter's family. Speaking of winning; I need to look good for the sponsors. So I turn back to the crowd with my head held high as the chariot carries me forward.

(Jennifer Jareau's P.O.V [District five])

I admire the Capitol finery silently and sadly. It is nice to see a new place before I die. Maybe, if I twist this around in my head enough I can make it seem like an adventure; but it's not. Brooke's name was really drawn and I am really going to go into the games. If I come out I won't be the same person. With luck and time maybe I can become slightly better than the other victors but only slightly. I remember our mentor; so drugged out that she was useless and shudder.

When I shudder, the thick wrap of the power plant costume I was forced into hits my arms and makes me sweat even more. Our stylists this year were "so" creative. Power plant workers; just like every year. My legs and arms still sting from where I was waxed. My hands tremble ever so slightly and I grab hold of my locket using it to steady myself. I have to look good.

(Richard Hill's P.O.V [District five])

The roar of the Capitol people over whelms me and I think about how I must look. With my blonde, greasy hair and my blue eyes; not to mention the fact that my ribs are visible and I look scrawnier than ever in the tight fitting outfit.

Things get worse from here however; I have terrible stage fright and the sight of so many people watching me makes me feel light headed. Then in the crowd I see a girl who could be Rose's sister. If she didn't have a wig on or the tattoos plastered on her body, I would think that Rose had managed to find me.

Oh my sweet Rose. Are you watching this right now? I do hope you aren't crying; I always hated it when you were upset. You should smile that sweet little smile of yours that could always make me weak inside. Or laugh… your laugh could make happiness bubble up inside of me no matter how bad my day was.

At the thought of her laugh and her sparkling green eyes sadness wells up in me. I will never again hear her laugh or see her eyes. Barely noticing that my hand is moving I wrap it around the wooden bird she gave me. My throat chokes up and a single tear rolls down my face. Stay strong Richard, stay strong.

(Ky Flicker's P.O.V [District six])

So many people; my black ribbon flies between my hands as I try to keep myself calm. I can't stand to have this many people looking at me at once. At least it's not the interviews. All I have to do right now is sit and look pretty. My bangs are still spiked and I take deep breathes struggling not the pass out. To be quite honest I'm terrified but I'll make it. I have to make it.

(Terry Andrew's P.O.V [District six])

I can't stand this. I'm too young to die. No one should have to die at my age. I can't do it. I don't want to die! Tears start streaming down my face and I don't make an effort to stop them. It wouldn't work anyhow.

(Kale Carter's P.O.V [District seven])

I am dressed as a tree. My "genius" stylist put me in a tree costume. I wonder what Karina is thinking. She is probably more worried about what's going to happen once the games start then what's going on now. When I watched the recap only a few tributes stuck in my head.

Some of them that worried me as a threat made an impression, but I didn't remember the name or the district. But a few made me take pity on them. The twins from district eight and the twelve year olds made me feel especially bad. But there was one tribute who really stuck in my head; and not for the fact that she could probably kill me in a second.

It was that girl from district two; one of the fellow Careers, but she seemed different from the rest. Almost no one would notice it but there was a slight desperate note in her voice when she volunteered. The girl who was reaped was crying; you almost never get anyone crying in district two.

Then there was the final thing that made me remember her. When she walked up to the stage with her dark brown hair falling behind her head; her green eyes were glistening with fear. If the circumstances were different she would be the type of girl I would like to get know. Being on the Careers with her will give me a chance to get to know her; but it's not in the way I would want.

Shaking my head I reprimand myself for thinking like that and put my head forward. I need to focus for Karina's sake.

(Iris Brohic's P.O.V [district seven])

Taking deep gasping breathes I try to remain calm. When I watched the recap of the reapings it didn't really sink in my head that I would be facing those people. But now seeing them all in front of me lined up like animals headed to slaughter reality has sunk in.

The tree costume fits my willowy frame well but this fact has little to no weight with me. Automatically my hand goes to the small cricket that my father gave me. I wind the knob and let it hop around in my hand as I hope it will calm me. It works somewhat but not entirely.

(Saphire (Fire) Skyfort's P.O.V [District eight])

Gripping Turk's hand I look around at the crowd with almost childish glee. All the bright colors and new fashions are incredible. It's almost enough to make me forget the real reason I'm here. Almost; but not quite; when I look around at all the other tributes I am terrified. Then I think about what must happen; in these games me, Turk or both of us will die.

Turk seems to sense my thoughts and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. The thought of losing him sends on a new wave of tears crashing through my body. I bite my lip and manage to reduce the sobbing fit I want to have to a single tear.

(Turquoise (Turk) Skyfort's P.O.V [District eight])

I glance over at Fire after squeezing her hand and gently wipe the tear away from her cheek. It pains me to see her like this; to see her upset and know that there is nothing I can do to help. We are dressed in identical outfits and I can hear sounds of pity and excitement. With twins in the mix these games will be even more exciting for those disgusting Capitol citizens.

My lip curls as I look at them; them with their bright flashy hideous clothes and weird hair. The thought of their outfits reminds me of my own and I rub my hand along the smooth materiel. They dressed us both in patchwork colors; apparently because our district is textiles. It looks like we were draped in old quilts; except for the fact that no old quilt could ever be this nice especially not in our district.

Glancing over at Fire I have to give them props for her hair and makeup. They tucked her blonde hair up in a bun and let the pieces with Turquoise mixed in them fall down around her face. It looks incredibly good and hopefully it will help us to get sponsors. Sighing I squeeze her hand and turn back to the crowd.

(Stacey Mark's P.O.V [District nine])

All I can hear is the roar of the Capitol people. There's so many of them… and the other tributes all training to kill me are equally as bad. It was my birthday I thought bad things couldn't happen. My vision starts to swim as tears fall down my face. So many people are watching me and whispering among themselves. The last thing I am aware of is plummeting downwards as the blackness of a faint brought of by stage fright consumes me.

(Roketi Mauluga's P.O.V [District nine])

My fists clench at my sides as whispers and murmurs fill the crowd. I can only imagine what they must be thinking; seeing me, a volunteer laced with scars from an outlying district. They must think I am some sort of a monster who loves fighting. Well they're right on one account. I do love fighting but only because when I am in a fight I don't have to think about anything. Fights allow me to escape, to forget the horror that was my life.

Something distracts me from my bitter thoughts. A small choked noise seems to have come out of the mouth of my district partner. Her eyes roll back in her head and her whole body collapses. For a minute I consider letting the small girl fall but even that thought brings back horrible memories that I can barely bare.

Mother's screams piercing the air as dad hit her over and over again screaming insults. Mom gently holding me after words as she sobbed and begged me to remain strong. And worst of all… that final night when dad went too far; When he went from simple blows to snapping her neck. I lost it that night; I started to fight, attacking peacekeepers and anyone I could. And I stopped feeling pain. I had to, it was the only way to survive.

I am snapped from my flashbacks when she lands lightly in my arms. I wasn't even aware that I had moved to catch her, it was as if my body was acting on autopilot. You see since that day I can't bear to watch a girl be hurt knowing I could have stopped it or that I was the cause of it. Shifting the girl's weight in my arms I straighten up and hold my head high.

(Star Melody's P.O.V [District ten])

Well this is just great. I'm standing here shaking in my boots while I'm being stared at. My costume is even worse than my situation. I am a sheep. That's right a sheep. Though the cottony fabric made to represent wool feels like velvet clouds when I run my hands over it that doesn't change things. I twirl the ring on my finger and imagine what the best way to kill one of the tributes would be. It's dark, yes, but in this situation it's do or die; and I'm not ready to die.

The best way would be to sneak up behind them and throw a knife into their back; that way they won't be expecting it and will have no chance to fight back. Satisfied that I have some sort of a plan I go back and look down at the handle bar. Right now I just want to forget where I am.

(James Carter's P.O.V [District ten])

I sneer mentally looking around at all the disgusting people. They're weak; every last one of them. Those Capitol citizens; living in finery while we starve in the districts. My hands clench at my side and I have an almost uncontrollable urge to destroy them all.

Even the other tributes are weak. They just meekly line up like cattle to slaughter. I know about cattle to slaughter I saw it often in my district. Soon I will have my revenge; not quite yet but soon. A small twisted grin creeps up on my face at the thought of my revenge. Yes, yes, it will be perfect. My hands rub together as I think. Just perfect.

(Ash Andrew's P.O.V [District eleven])

I feel like a prissy little girlie girl. They dressed me in the harvest queen outfit that seems to be a reoccurring theme among our tributes. A gentle flowing dress that appears to be made of leaves falls down my body; my long brown hair with its blue highlights are tucked and folded in a gentle bun that makes them appear to just be gently laid on top of my head, the lightest touch of leaf green eye shadow complements my eyes and the slightest bit of pink lipstick covers my lips, the finishing touch is a gentle crown made of branches that rests on top of my new hairstyle.

This outfit may actually help me earn sponsors and win but there is one thing that makes my nerves heighten. Hunter, my constant guard and companion is not at my side. After roughly an hour of arguing with my stylist it was too late and against the rules to go to my room where he was waiting and get him.

So for now I have to function on my own. That's okay it gives me a better chance to review the other tributes and view my competition. The reapings gave me a basic idea but I found it hard to focus. I fiddle with my mother's necklace and glance nervously at the crowd struggling to keep my composure.

(Tasi Merkavi's P.O.V [District eleven])

My left leg starts to ache more and more the longer I have to remain standing in this chariot. The way it moves jostles my leg awkwardly and annoys my crippled leg. My outfit is nice and matches my district partner's.

It's a nice suit that appears to be made from leaves and branches, my curly brown hair was put in a long pony tail that falls down my back and somehow makes me look tough; the finishing touch is a crown that looks like it's made from branches and thorn bushes but feels weightless on my head.

Everyone in the audience is shifting and I wonder if my presence makes them uncomfortable. If so, too bad; they support sending me somewhere to die I can make them feel uncomfortable.

(Anna Lawren's P.O.V [District twelve])

I am shifting feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Our stylist's this year were less than creative. I am wearing a tight fitting miners outfit. The outfit is brown and covered in coal dust; I have a headlamp strapped to my head.

My eyes glance around looking at the other tributes and the people watching nervously. At least I have clothes this year. I take that one good thing and cling to it desperately like it's my lifeline.

(Storm Nightfall's P.O.V [District twelve])

My fingers clutch the hand rail desperately in terror. I shouldn't be here I shouldn't be here! It's not fair. I wasn't reaped. I should be safe at home watching the chariot rides with my family not here being forced to participate in them. I am heading to my death soon and I don't deserve this! Tears well up in my eyes as I try to keep them from falling, if they fall I'll look even weaker.

I'm sooo sorry for not updating sooner. Life just got ahead of me and I couldn't make myself write this. I am a complete tomboy and it was tortuous writing about outfits and fashion. Don't worry I'm back on track! Nano starts in two days and for those of you who don't know that's a huge writing contest in the month of November. I have written a bunch of chapters ahead of time and will try to keep up. ALSO! I forgot to mention this in the sponsor point chapter but if I didn't mention an item and you want to give it to your tribute just pm me and we can work out a price!

The Girl Who Fakes Her Smiles: Ha ha don't worry I figured you were still lurking there. I could never kill off Kale and Ira so early I have big plans for them!

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