A/N: I am so sorry for not updating lately! I know I'm terrible! Not all tributes will be shown. Their scores will be found out during whoever's P.O.V is watching the training scores.

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

I crack my knuckles and reach for my toes trying to get a bit of stretching in before my session. I have about five or ten minutes until my district partner comes out and I go in. Unlike the other weaklings around me, I am not wasting time or energy worrying. All I need to do is make sure that they see my proper skills. The days I've spent working with the amazing spears they have here will mean nothing if I mess up today; but I won't mess up.

I am stretched out, limber and both mentally and physically prepared. That is why when my name and district come over the loudspeakers I do not flinch. Instead I rise with an uncommon elegance and walk over to the doors. I pull them open and enter the room.

Facing the peacekeepers, I say in my strongest voice. "Gemma Lockehart; District one." I catch the appreciative nods as they realize my district. They expect excellence from a career, and excellence they will see.

After I am introduced I jog over to the table with the spears. I grab one testing its weight in my hand then throw it at the target from where I am. It whizzes through the air and, just as I knew it would, hits dead center. Some murmurs come from the game makers but not many. I didn't expect them to be super impressed with that, the real show is about to come.

The spears clang as I grab four of them and tuck them under my arm. Then I start running, as I run I take one of the spears out and throw it at the farthest target from me. It hits dead center as well and I don't stop running. I throw two of the three remaining spears then end up on the other side of the room from the targets. I take a deep breath and skid to a halt taking the last spear in my hands. I throw it across the room and it seems to move in slow motion before burying itself just next to the center of the target.

Mentally, I cuss but I do not let any expression show as I turn back to the game makers.

"You are dismissed." One of them says formally. With a flip of my blonde hair I turn and stalk out of the room.

(Francis Mccoy [District three])

My hands shake when they call my name and I have to keep from letting out a whimper. I clench my wooden raven in my fist and take slow shaky steps towards the door. I face the game makers and speak slowly my voice quavering.

"F-Francis Mccoy; D-District three." A brief nod is the only acknowledgement I get from them. Slowly I make my way to the fire starting station and attempt to start a fire with my shaking hands. A few tears escape my eyes as I realize that my time on this earth is drawing to a close.

I spend about ten minutes trying to start the fire and eventually get a tiny spark that spreads into a small fire. After that, I stand up and walk in front of the game makers. Once they dismiss me, I sprint from the room as fast as I can, tears welling up in my eyes.

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

I saunter into the room when my name is called, a confident smirk ready on my face. I have been training for this moment my entire life. All this training session is, is a chance to earn sponsors and a lead up to the real event. Once, I am in the games I can dominate and rule the battle field.

These thoughts add to my joy and there is no quaver in my voice when I announce my name. "Layota Wolfe; District four."

Then I walk over to the table with throwing knives and grab three. I throw them at the target with deadly accuracy and hit the targets as usual. Then I grab the best sword I can find and host it up over my shoulder.

I attack the targets swiping the heads and the hearts off or out of the dummies. I only miss twice with the sword and a slow grin grows on my face at the thought that in a few days these will be real tributes. I already know how I will kill them all. Hades and I will rule the arena and no one will be able to stand in our way.

"That will be enough. Thank you." The game makers say finally. I give a swift nod and exit the room my head held high.

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

I flinch inwardly when my name is called. As I rise, my hand pats my pocket and I make sure that Rose's bird is still there. After I feel the comforting shape I jog into the room. I have mixed feelings about this session, on one hand I want to get it over as fast as I can, but on the other after it ends I have even less time left before I die.

I stand in front of the game makers, the people who help to plan our deaths and how we die and destroy our families' happiness, and introduce myself. "Richard Hills. District five."

After they acknowledge my presence I walk over to the plant identifying station and get started sorting plants into edible and non-edible. I think I got them all right but I may have messed up on one or two. That will most likely not be a skill that I rely on in the arena.

Next I move to the fire starting station and spend about ten minutes getting a decent fire started up. After, I am done with those I walk back and face the game makers waiting for them to dismiss me. After they do I leave, using all my mental strength not to bolt from the room.

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

My legs shake as I walk into the room after my name is called. All of the ten or so game makers will be focused on me. They will be assessing my talent and basically my right to live. I can't mess up when I shoot. If I mess up it's all over. I glance up and notice that they are staring at me expectantly. Surprised I clear my throat. "Ky Flicker. District six." My voice is too fast and has traces of my anxiety in it.

I walk over to the bow and arrow station and take the capitol bows in my hand. It's my first time using them and the second I draw back the string I know something's wrong. These capitol bowstrings are drawn to tight, and I'm not used to them. When I release the arrow it lands far shy of the target and the peacekeepers turn away and go back to talking and laughing.

My face burns in humiliation and I release a few more arrows, but my hands never truly stop shaking and only one hits the bull's eye. The rest come close but still not close enough. I play with the black ribbon until I am dismissed. The second I am dismissed I race out of the room at top speed.

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

I jog into the training room a smirk ready on my face. "Kale Carter; district seven!" I yell over my shoulder as I grab a spear. I throw it at one of the light circuits shattering it and throw the rest at the various targets hitting dead center all but one time. I am quickly dismissed and walk out hoping that I got a high enough score to impress the other careers and to not have to find new allies.

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

Despite myself, my hands tremble as I head the training room. Turk already left and just finished his session but now it's time for mine. I hope that Turk did well and I hope that I will do well so that we can get sponsors so I can get him out alive.

He wants to be all noble and allow me to live but I won't let him sacrifice his own life for me. I am not worth that and to live without my twin brother is not something I am willing to do.

I face the people who help to organize the reapings, the people who my father hated, and introduce myself. "Sapphire Skyfort; District eight." The only acknowledgement I get is a nod and I walk over to the fire starting station. It had been proven in training that I had at least a minor talent for it, and while it may not be the most impressive skill, it may get me a decent score.

I avoid using the matches, instead just using a mirror and the light to spark a tiny fire. The flame quickly burns higher and higher and soon I have a high roaring beauty. After, I finish with the fire I show my skills at finding water, and my skills at identifying plants. Then I turn and face them my head held high.

"You may go." His voice betrays nothing and for a moment I feel a spark of rage at this man. This man doesn't even care that I will be separated from my brother whether I win or lose. He does not care that twenty three kids are being slaughtered. All this is to him is a game and for a moment I want to yell it at this man. But instead I simply bow my head and swiftly exit the room. If my brother dies it is his fault.

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

I walk into the training room with a small twisted grin on my face. I am certain that the game makers know me from my excellent fighting skills; but today I will show them what I can do with a scythe. I managed to hold back from wreaking havoc when I was in the public training but now there is no one to stop me from destroying the dummies and taking out my rage.

"Rocketi Mauluga. District nine." I call over my shoulder as I sprint to the only table with a single scythe on it. I scoop it up and head back for the training dummies swinging it. It hits one of the targets taking off its head and splattering fake blood everywhere. The fake blood all over my body doesn't stop me however, and I continue to maim dummies until the sharp sound of my name being called for what is probably the third or fourth time snaps me out of it.

"Rocketi." Once they realize they have my attention they clear their throat and regain their composure. "You may go." I storm out of the room throwing the scythe behind me leaving the room filled with chaos.

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

I step into the room with my fists clenched at my side. My teeth are gritted as I face the evil game makers. "James Carter. District ten." I walk to the throwing knife station with stiff, robotic steps and grab ten knives. As I do I slip one into the sleeve of my training outfit. This small, deadly knife is all that I need to complete my revenge.

After I have my weapon, I throw the rest of the knives at the targets with deadly accuracy. The game makers nod and dismiss me, having no idea of the havoc I'm planning on reeking. They will never know until it is way too late for anyone to stop me. I will avenge my mother; I will prove how horrible the capitol is.

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

Me, the mentors from my district, Anna and the stylists gather around the tv to watch the training scores. I am nervous, though I suppose that is to be expected. These scores will determine whether or not a get sponsors and it may end up determining how long I live or if I live.

The announcer, Rhinestone Glow, shows up on the screen with her bright green hair and her glittered covered face. She is reasonable for this and for the interviews. "Welcome! Welcome! Tonight we will see our wonderful tributes for the second times and find out the scores they received in private training. As, you well know the tributes go through two days of public training then have a private training session. Now I must tell you these scores were superb." The more she talks, the more nervous I get until I am fidgeting worriedly in my seat.

"First, up we have our district one female tribute, Gemma Lockehart, with a score of eight." A picture of her and the number eight flashes across the screen. "District one male, Logan Huntzberger with a score of nine." His picture and the number flash across the screen. "District two female, Ira Night with a score of nine. District two male, Zeke Pokelius with a score of eight; District three male, Franic Mccoy with a score of four. District three female, Veronica Santos with a score of eight; District four male, James Thornehawe with a score of seven. District four female, Layota Wolfe with a score of nine." She takes a deep breath her Capitol accent seeming to grow even heavier as she prepares to read out the rest.

"District five male, Richard Hills with a score of six. District five female, Jennifer Jareau with a score of seven. District six male, Terry Andrews with a score of six. District six female, Ky Flicker with a score of seven. District seven male, Kale Carter with a score of nine. District seven female, Iris Brokhic with a score of seven. District eight female, Sapphire Skyfort with a score of six. District eight male, Turquoise Skyfort with a score of seven." She breaks off here to sigh at the mention of twin tributes then continues reading off the list of names. Meanwhile, I am fidgeting like crazy and my nerves are getting even worse.

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

My hands tie themselves in knots in my lap as I wait nervously for my score. I hope I did well, I really, really hope I did well so I can live longer. I have to live; I have to get home to see my sick mother again. I can't just be waiting for her in heaven that's not the way it works. My eyes turn back to the screen, I must keep watching and waiting to find out my score.

"District nine male, Rocketi Mauluga with a score of ten. District nine female, Stacey Marks with a score of five. District ten male, James Carter with a score of ten. District ten female, Star Melody with a score of seven. District eleven male, Tasi Merkava with a score of nine. District eleven female, Ash Andrews with a score of ten. District twelve male, Storm Nightfall with a score of nine." Storm laughs and whoops behind me and time seems to slow down as I wait for my name. "And finally, district twelve female, Anna Lawrens with a score of nine." A smile breaks out on my face and soon I'm laughing and celebrating with everyone else forgetting that in a day I will most likely die.

Ha. Ha. Ha. I wonder what James is going to do with that knife. I am evil I know. Sponsor question: Why did President Snow's breath smell like roses? Review perhaps?