So, I/we decided to stop the reapings where they were and put the remaing districts into a trainride chappie.

District 5:

Nathaniel tapped his fingers anxiously against the wooden table. Now, he wasn't one to become exactly anxious yet the mornings events had overcome him. His head stomach was doing flips and his palms were sweaty. Definitely not in his plan.

His plan was simple. Look nice, go to the reaping like every district five citizen, eat and write. Though clearly it was not the case. Nathaniel was not ready to accept his immeniet death, nor was her ready to accept his reaping.

It was ridiculous the amount of chaos that was happening.

'If only I had stayed home.' he thought, though he knew it was impossible.

Nathaniel looked down at his fresh notepad and gave a sad sigh. He was going to miss his chaos free life.

A second later Desmia Kolmar walked in. Her white sandals cautiously walked into the luxurious train and walked her over next to Nathan.

"Hello." she says, adjusting her turquiose strap.

"What do you want?" Nathan moans, plopping his head on the table.

"Nothing.." she starts cautiously, curious about his behivor. She knew it was the Hunger Games and people had every right to be sad. Though shouldn't they just accept the fact and become strong? "I was just saying hi."

"Oh.. Well hi." he says, shifting around in his chair.

Desmia eyed him warily, wondering if there was a greater reason to his actions. "So.. Any plans?" she asks casually, her hands touching her clip as if to make sure it hadn't run away.

"What's it to you?" he snaps, bringing his head up.

Tilting her head to the side, she brought her finger to her mouth. "Are you bipolar?" she asks.

"What? No! What drew you to that conclusion?"

"Well.. you were sad a moment ago and now you're all like... angry."

"Well no duh! My plans have been shattered! Ruined!" he practically yells, irritablity dripping form his every word.

"What plans?" she asks, her blue eyes shining.

"Plan plans. They are really none of your concern!"

"Somebody didn't get their coffee this morning.."

Nathan's taste buds automatically started salivating at the mention of coffee. The bitterly sweet, dark liquid filled his heart with warmth. Part of his everyday ritual he was to have at least three cups in the morning, also apart of his plan.

"How'd you know?" he asks, bambozelled slightly at her knowledge. Nobody exactly knew about his addiction to the caffiene pumped beverage, so he was curious.

Desmia shrugged. "Just a metaphor. Hey! I bet they have some in the next cart over!"

He hadn't even thought of that. Yet it didn't matter! Maybe he could still continue his precise routine.

A slight grin appeared on his gentle features as he stood up. "I bet you're right."

"Well... wait. There may not be cof-" but he was already gone.

The boy with wispy copper hair had dissapered behind a door knob, searching for the one thing to keep him going.

Desmia let out a sigh, resting her arm on the wood. Her creamy arm brushed passed something vaguely paperish. Slowly she turned her gaze to the table to see a small notepad scribbled with seemingly meaningless notes.

Though...

Desmia looked at the door to see if anybody was coming and then looked at the notepad. Carefully, she marked the spot where it was in her memory. Silently she placed a finger on it, dragging it over to her. "So this is his token, eh?"

Over at the next cart Nathaniel was looking for his beloved coffee. He had the sudden thought to call out its name but realized how silly that would be. It would only add to the looming cloud of chaos wafting above his head, preparing to release itself at any moment.

He feared it would be soon since his mind threatened to snap at any moment. Though he wouldn't allow it. All of those years building up an invisible parapet to protect him from anything chaotic, all of the plans and organization he had done. He refused to let this measely little set back get in the way of any future plans he could formulate.

Nathaniel looked high and low for it but couldn't find it. A sense of panic flared up in him but he tried his best to keep calm. No matter how much he wanted to yell at the oranges for possibly taking his coffee's place, he didn't.

Nathaniel took a seat on a nearby chair and took a moment to reflect on himself. Silently, he stared at the buffet layed before him. His eyes traced over the intricate shapes of crackers and the pastel colored cakes. He didn't even notice the man sneaking in holding a syringe.

Nathan gave a sigh and stood up. No point in staying there if there wasn't any coffee.

With his hand on the door knob he started to turn. Desmia froze mid sentence and silently placed the notepad back, she watched the door with caution, fear flooding through her veins. She wasn't sure if she was caught, but was glad when the door knob returned to its normal position.

Nathan had jumped at the sight of the man. More so the sound of the man. As soon as his name came from the man's lips he had turned with a start.

"What do you want?" he hisses, his eyes bright with shock.

"Oh.. I don't want anything.. yet." the man gave a low chuckle and got closer. "I was simply wanting to inject your arm with this here elixir." as if to show him, which is what he intended to to, the man brought up the syringe.

"What? Why?" he asks, calmly placing his arms at his sides.

"Well... so we can give you abilities, thats why."

"Um.. in a syringe? Shouldn't I take a tablet? It would be much neater."

"No.. this is the only way. Here," he says, grabbing Nathaniel's arm. "Relax your arm."

Nathan wasn't in the mood to be injected with something, though he held his peace. Nathan tried his best to relax his frigid arm.

The man locked eyes with Nathaniel and gave a playful smirk. The man rubbed his thumb over Nathan's vein, and dug the syringe in.

Nathan felt as the liquid moved through his blood stream. Turning hot, cold, then burning. Nathan winced in pain when his arm started throbbing. To him it felt like something that wanted, no, needed, to be released.

The syringe then gave it's last drops. The man quickly removed it and stuck it in his breast pocket. He then took out a tube of something and handed it to the tribute.

"Here, place it on the opening every half hour. It should help the pain you'll be feeling and the swelling... as well as closing up that disgusting thing." the man crinkled his nose at Nathaniel's arm and turned away. "Oh wait! Before I forget.." he then reached into his other breast pocket, and brought out an ice cube.

"Give it to your partner."

Nathan took the cube and held it in his hand. It had an odd texture, like that of wool. He nodded and headed to the door.

Desmia still had her eyes locked on the door when Nathan walked through. She felt like saying 'I didn't do anything!' but kept her gaze fixated on his arm.

"What's wrong.. with it?" she asks, leaning closer to the older boy.

"Nothing." he says, bringing his arm to his side. "Here.. some Capitol guy said you had to take this." he set the cube on the table and sat down.

Desmia regarded it with cool eyes and gave it a poke with her finger. "It feels weird..." she says, looking back at Nathan. "Dude, really? Clean that stuff up." she says, nodding toward his injected arm.

"Why is everybody bringing it up?" he practically whines, finally looking to his arm.

His arm was disgusting. It was puffed up and had pus leaking through a bright red opening. It seemed to be turning green.

"What? This makes no sense! I just got it a second ago!" he states, staring at it. His mind wanders back to the tube and he brings it out. Quickly he applies the cream that was in it, wondering what the heck was in the elixir.

Desmia stared for a moment before looking at her cube. She wondered if there was something else to it other than powers. She took a deep breath, drowned out Nathan's voice and placed the cube on her tongue.

She gave a small gasp. "It's realeh colb!" she says, breathing heavily, as if to warm it up. She then chomped down, an even more intense cold coating her taste buds. She felt a a pang of pain in her sensitive gums but ket of chewing. Soon enough she had chewed and swallowed the entire thing.

"And dry." she adds.

District 10:

Gage paced back and forth on the train. His head was pounding and his body was shaking uncontrollably. He felt like his entire life was falling down before his eyes.

Gage looked to his right and found his partner, Amy Rose Dasher, sitting there nonchalantly.

Gage knew Amy as one of those inexplicably sweet girls. Even though she was four years older than him, he still knew her.

Amy looked to him and gave a smile.

"Hey... Amy?" Gage asks.

"Yea?" Amy says.

"Why did you volunteer?" he asks, suprised by his bluntness.

"Straight to the point I see..Why did I volunteer..." she echoes, Amy looked at him and decided not to tell him the real reason. She didn't need some blabber mouth kid telling everybody.

The real reason she volunteered was simple. The girl who was chosen was pathetic. The girl had been nervously biting her nails as soon as her finger was pricked and pacing about. When her name was called the girl had frozen, falling to her knees unwillingly. Then the girl literally started praying, not that religion was encouraged but some still practiced it. She had rocked back and forth with tears in her eyes and soon enough the peacekeepers were on her. Amy watched from afar, watching the girl beg for volunteer's. She watched without remorse and then finally decided to do something about it.

Her district hadn't had a proper victor in over decades, or a victor in general. It was a disgrace as was the pathetic girl on her hands and knees. Amy had then said the infamous words 'I volunteer!' and bounded right up the steps.

This year, she thought, district ten will have a proper victor!

Amy just shrugged. "I didn't really think about it." she says simply.

Gage scowled.

'She's lying. She's definitely lying. Look at her Gage, just look at her. They're going to kill you! They are going to blow this train to bits just because you are here. Nobod-' Gage shook his head from his paranoid thoughts and continued pacing back and forth.

"So.. have any siblings?" Amy asks out of the blue, wanting to derive her attention away from the fast-moving train. Watching landscapes flash by was making her eyes hurt and head dizzy.

"Yes, a brother." he says flatly.

A long, awkward silence filled the air.

"Not me." she pips.

"Cool." Gage says.

Amy crossed her fingers in hopes of their escort coming. She wanted to get her hands on the powers and the awkward silences were really bugging her.

A few awkward moments later their escort finally came in. She was followed by two scientists both holding vials of liquid. One of the two science experts was holding a miniature block of something. It was gray and lumpy in form.

Amy's fingers twitched in anticipation and she felt the strong urge to take both her's and that Gale kids.

One of the scientists smiled meekly at her and handed her a vial and a cube. She drank the liquid without hesitation but paused at the small square.

She smelled it and recoiled in disgust. The gray lump then started to move in her hand. She let out a shriek and dropped the cube. The person who had given it to her quickly picked it up and handed it back.

"Eat it.. and fast." they say.

Amy's eyebrows caved in worry and she quickly gobbles it down. It squirms down her throat since she didn't really bother to chew it.

Gage takes his and looks at it.

'Oh no! Maybe they are already trying to kill me!' he thinks, looking at the vial,

"Where is it?" he asks.

"It's there. As soon as you open it inhale, alright?"

Gage nodded and did just that. But he felt nothing. He tasted nothing. Was there really anything?

Suddenly a paranoid thought popped into his mind.

'I just inhaled poisonous gases!'

District 12:

Chale. The name rung in Brace's ears as she stared hopelessly out the window. The boy who had always been at her side, the one she could tell anything to. No matter how cliche it sounded it was true. Yet now, her entire life was falling down right before her eyes.

Brace Shields. When she heard her name her heart dropped. She didn't know what to do, Timmy would be left all alone and she would meet her demise. Her life was already filled with abuse and tradgedy, she didn't need anymore. But she got just that, and why. She hadn't a clue.

She knew something else would happen sooner or later, but not this soon. Brace angerily clenched and unclenched her fists.

Her partner, Sage, was just staring at her. Sage had seen the girl with stiches under her eye walking around with a small boy. The boy was no older than five and was doddleing around like a lost lamb. Sage had watched from his window in amazement of how she handled him.

Sage let out a stifled sigh as he tapped his fingers against his chair. "Don't your eyeballs hurt?" he asks suddenly.

"No." she responds tersely.

Sage nodded and continued tapping. He wondered what her problem was. He had just tried to make conversation! Though, discussing the feeling in your eyeballs wasn't the most promising conversation starter.

"Will you quit that?!" Brace snaps.

"Stop what? Oh... this?" he asks, tapping the air instead of the chair.

"Yes. It's annoying."

"Then don't look at meh fingers." he responds.

Brace glared at him and turned back to the window.

Sage gave a small smile and continued tapping the air. A few minutes passed by and their escort came in.

"Hello! I'm Helium!" he says, smiling gaudly at the pair.

"Helium... So... are you like a balloon or something?" Sage asks.

Hellium just kept on smiling and shook his head no. "The scientists will be coming in any moment now and I expect you two to be on you best behavior!"

Brace just rolled her eyes.

Sage nodded and gave a what-you-could-call-cute smile.

"Hellium?" Sage asks.

"Oh yes!" Hellium says, snapping their fingers. "Sage, I need you to come with me."

"Why?" he asks, standing up in the processs. Sage then walked over to Hellium, towering slightly over the small man.

"You have to go to an air chamber! Breath in the fresh air!" he twills.

"Alrighty! Let's go and get this over with!"

"Wait." Brace says. "You're just going to go without asking what they are doing to you exactly?"

Sage nodded yet again. "I don't really have a choice do I?" and with those words a man walked in with a bubbly pink vial. Sage gave a slight wave and followed Helium.

"Drink this." he says to Brace.

Brace raised an eyebrow and reluctantly grabbed the glass container.

"Do I have to?" she asks out of boredom. She knew she had to take it but it would be fun to see his reaction.

"Yes." they say simply.

Brace gave a sigh and uncapped the liquid. It was bubbling and pink. She quickly drank it all in one gulp.

The formula itself tasted like bubble gum cough syrup. It was thick and slithered down her throat in one of the most revolting ways. The flavor was alright but she couldn't stand the texture.

Brace braced herself for the possibilty of her hands shooting lasers, but nothing happened.

"Where are my powers?" she asks bluntly.

The scientist grumbled and muttered a few obsene things before saying, "You'll find out soon enough. Good day."

Brace thought it over for a minute and decided against saying anything. The scientist looked back and shook his head.

"Stupid ignorant child. I just wanna..." he continued mumbling things as he walked, passing a windblown Sage along the way.

I realize that some parts are probably rushed.. Well! That's because I accidently erased part of the document! So I just typed it up real fast. This is in place of the missed reapings. Don't worry! If your tribute had a part in this and it didn't seem like enough.. Well, you'll be seeing much much more of 'em through the entire story! Unless they die.. Which is possible. But yeah...

Okay! I hope you enjoyed and please tell me what you think of this chappie! The chariot rides will be posted soon and we are currently working on part one of training! I'm excited! :D