Look for a very important announcement at the bottom of this chapter. Also, this is going to be full of innuendos. I promise that, I myself, am not a overly perverse person. I would also like to say, I will never write Smut..so don't expect to see it in the chapters.

You're so damn pretty

If I had a type then baby it would be you

I know you're ready

If I never lied then baby you'd be the truth

Huckleberry Jenkins, 24

District 10

Victor of the 294th Games

"Huck, are you going to join me?" says my latest conquest as she makes her way to the shower.

"You know I'm always down for some good clean fun." I say with a wink as I grab her sides and she laughs as I tickle her. We make our way to the shower, and we are just about to go in, when there is a knock at the door.

"This better be important." I say as I lean my head against the glass of the shower door. Brittany, or it might be Cara? Anyways, whatever her name is climbs in and kisses me on the lips.

"Hurry back." she says as she plants another kiss on my neck. This better be hella important.

I wrap myself in a towel and walk to the door, and open it to see Chanel Lourd, the new Vice President of Panem. I can honestly say that I didn't vote in the election. I didn't care enough to.

"Huckleberry, who is it this time?" she says as she slams her purse into my hands and walks through the door. She is wearing a bright pink romper with a scarf covering her hair. She has a pair of white sunglasses, and a pair of pink shoes to go with the outfit.

"I thought that was you walking down the street yesterday. What brings you to the commoners section, Ms. Lourd?"

She struts to the couch and sits down as she takes off her scarf. She gestures for me to come and sit down on the opposite couch, but instead I go and sit next to her. She turns to me and gives me an eyebrow raise.

"Did you come back for more of the Huckle-loving?" I ask with a seductive tone.

"Please." she says with a natural snark in her voice. "We happened one time, and I was drunk, and 16. You obviously weren't very memorable because this is the first time we've seen each other since then. So no, I think it's safe to say that I'm here for something a little bit more serious."

"I'm all about serious, baby." I say

"Seriously disappointing." she says with a smile. "Now, do I have to sit here all day and verbally destroy you? Or are you going to fester down and allow me to do my job?"

I sit back and roll my eyes. Now I remember why I avoided her. Girl is hot, but a serious superiority issue comes with that. Not a trait that makes me want to get my rocks off if you know what I mean.

"I guess lay it on me." I say.

She rolls her eyes and hands me a packet of papers. I look at it, and it's stamped with the Presidential seal, so it must be really important.

Blah, blah, blah. Huckleberry Jenkins, blah, blah, blah, training tributes. Blah, blah, blah 18 YEARS?!

"Hell no." I say handing her the packets back. "No way in any alternate or current universe would I EVER do that. Never ever."

"Huckleberry, you could lose your bachelor pad if you don't."

"Sweetheart, with a body like mine, I don't need the government to pay for a bachelor pad. I'm in high demand."

"Huck," she says as she sets the packet aside and scoots closer to me. I don't know what game she is playing, but I like where it's going. "You just need to relax a little." She kisses me on the lips, and I kiss her back. She runs her hand through the back of my hair, and she has my full and undivided attention.

She pulls away midkiss and sits back, and I lean in for another one, but she turns her face. She holds the packet to me, and smiles innocently. Now I'm just turned off.

"Real classy, Chanel."

"Huck, we need you. I don't know how else we need to say this. Rachel won't take no for an answer. We already have Iris and Mackenzie. With the edition of you and me, we can make the strongest career tributes that have ever competed."

"I'm not dad material, Chanel." I say dismissing her claim. I hear the shower in the other room turn off. I completely forgot about Brittany, or Cara?

"Look at it this way." she says as she turns to face me again. "Don't you want to be a part of something more than just being a man whore? Huck, there is more to life than just hoeing yourself out. You have to know that right? You can change history, the world, you can make one of the strongest tributes to ever play."

"Chanel, I won my games because I was the only tribute who knew how to make a decent campfire."

"That's why we need you as our survival expert."

I lean my head back and then cock my head to the side. I see the girl who I was spending my "special time" with leaving the house with a nod in my direction. Chanel glances over her shoulder and scoffs. "You can do better." she says as soon as the door closes.

"It's not about the beauty of the object, but how hard you had to work to get it."

"Well, then let's put it this way. Imagine all the girls that you'll get to kanoodle with because you'll be a even bigger celebrity than you are now. Not to mention Mackenzie will be with us. I know how much you love the innocent nerdy types."

Chanel is saying all the right things. Honestly, this could be a really great opportunity. What could a guy like me though have to offer these kids other than how to build a fire? The truth is, I'm not role model material. I never have been, and never will be. Even before the games, I was always getting into trouble. I don't know if this is the smartest move from Rachel.

This could be a smart move for me though. I could grow up. I could get to know people for who they are, and not just what they can provide me with. Ha, who am I kidding. I'll always want sex. Mayne though, with this sudden charge of responsibility being thrust at me I can make it mean something.

"Chanel, I can't believe I'm doing this." I say as I grab the packet of papers from her, and click the pen that she had out on her lap. I sign my name to the document, and she signs where her name should be on the witness part. She smiles as she stands up and begins to pack her things.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and chat for a little while longer?" I ask with a wink and a grin.

She chuckles to herself and she gets close, and leans into me. Her face gets super close to mine, and I think I am about to seal the deal, when she pulls apart from me.

"See you in two weeks, Huck." she says with a kiss on the cheek, as she walks out the door.

Damn, this is going to be a long eighteen years.

With that, that's the last of the trainers introductions.

So obviously the tribute list won't be coming out tomorrow, I've changed the date to Wednesday May 18, 2016. I also decided on a new rule.

Your submission doesn't have to be a already dead tribute. That's right kids, if you want to send me a complete new one, then go right ahead. Just be detailed in the form about deaths and the game that they died in. I trust that this will make it a little easier, as people that actually finish SYOT's are a rare breed.

Hope to see some awesome tributes.

Also! Justafantasea has an SYOT out called "I". She's super talented, and she needs tributes as well. So make one for me, and then go and do one for her.

Keep it classy,

Caleb