Jazmine Zophobe Vierra' POV

I sneer victoriously as I lift my blindfold and find my battle axe sticking from the oak tree. I effortlessly pull it from the rough bark and swing at the pine behind, I hear a crack as the trunk breaks away from the stump as the tree falls towards me. With light feet, I swiftly roll out of the way as the pine tree crashes to the ground.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead as I run back to my cabin that I share with my dad, who I call Harry. Ever since the accident a few years ago, involving a falling tree, Harry was crippled and spent most of his time on the sofa.

I burst through the door and get ready for the best day of my life, the day I've been training for for years is finally here, Reaping day. I smile with glee as I brush my shoulder length blond hair. I was giddy with the joy of being in the arena, slaughtering anyone who stands in my way. I trained more than the careers and I could already see myself wearing the victors crown. People call me psycho for being so enthusiastic for wanting to kill. I don't care. Maybe I am a little crazy, but nothing compares to the joy of battle.

When I volunteer for the games, I know I'm going to get tons of sponsors, not only because I have mad skills, but also because I have the looks, too. My blond hair compliments my tan skin and my crystal blue eyes glisten in the sun. I have a curvy frame and I'm skinny but strong. My mind races with different ideas on how I will kill my opponents as I slip on my black, lacy dress and pull on some matching black flats.

These games are going to be so much fun! I just know I will kill half of the tributes in the bloodbath, and then I will murder everyone else, one by one. I'm still debating whether or not I should have an alliance. Perhaps ill team up with a career, but not be part of the pack. Joining a pack is too cliche.

Just as a finishing touch to my outfit, I clasp on my silver heart shaped locket of my family. Harry is on one side, and my mom, Garrety, is on the other. Garrety was killed by President Cyprus himself; one day at a Reapings, she stood up on the podium and said horrible things about the games and President. She was arrested by the peacekeeper, and tried for treason. She was found guilty and executed at the president's hands. Looking back on the whole situation, I'm kind of embarrassed that my own mother would be against the games. I can't believe she would humiliate me like that.

I look at myself in the mirror and smile, the heart locket compliments the heart shaped scar I have on my left wrist. I'm not exactly sure how it got there, but I always thought it looked cool. After saying goodbye to Harry, I sprint out the door, doing a victory run to the best day of my life.

Makohan "Phan" Reska's POV

I stretch my arms as I crawl out of the train car where I spent the night. Lukily, it hadn't moved while I was sleeping, or I may have ended up far, far away from District Seven. Well, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. I would do anything to get away from this dump. However, my life was pretty good, whatever I wanted, I would steal. From food to shoes to money, I could take anything without being caught. At birth, my parents left me to die in a cardboard box in an alleyway. Somehow, I was found and a raised by some unfortunate parent, only to be abandoned yet again.

In order to survive, I became a thief, living the rough life. Of course, living the rough life meant that I have had my fair share of fights and brawls, all of which I have won. I can never back down to a fight, whether the reward be power or money. However, even though I was tough, that didn't mean I wasn't a gentleman. Over the last few years, I've had several girlfriends, due to my good style. Well, some us were more than girlfriends. Last year, I got married- well, sort of. One day, we just decided on a whim to be married and it just sort of happened. A few months later, I found out that she was pregnant. Months later, she had a baby boy. However, soon after, she took him and left me alone, I was devastated.

As I get ready for the Reapings, I throw on a rumpled grey shirt and some black baggy jeans. Finally, I slip on some polished black shoes, stolen of course. For good luck, I put on my favorite necklace. The pendant is a glass bottle filled with leaves and pine form the surrounding District Seven trees attached to a leather cord. I examine my reflection in a nearby puddle. My black hair is messy, and my tan skin makes my bright blue eyes stand out. I have a scar on my right arm and a skull tattoo on my left. Then, I head to the town square and hope for the best.

Jazmine Vierra's POV

As I get my finger pricked in the check in, I smile. The sight of blood, even my own, makes me excited. I stand in the seventeen year old section and wait for our escort to come onstage. Cleopatra Beyaz, this years escort, slowly sulks into the stage. There is a grim look in her grey eyes. She sure looks like a fun person. Just her presence here makes the district depressed. She begins to speak in a monotone voice.

"Happy Hunger Games. And May the odds be ever in your favor, even though we all know that they aren't," she mutters sadly. "As usual, ladies first." She walks over to the bowl as slow as a turtle and chooses a name.

"Kalise Elodie." A pale, thin girl from the thirteen year old section, slowly walks towards the stage, tears glistening in her eyes. I want to cause the girl just enough trauma before I shout-

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

As fast as lightning, I sprint onto the stage, full of confidence.

"And what is your name?", Cleopatra asks.

"My name is Jazmine Vierra, and I am your next victor!" I proudly declare to the crowd. I am answered with an unsure applause. Cleopatra then goes and chooses who my district partner will be...

Phan Reska's POV

Well, Jazmine sure is interesting. We haven't had a volunteer in ages. She looks pretty tough though, but also quite good looking. If she wins, maybe the two of us could go out some time. However, our depressing escort pulls me out of my thoughts as she reads off a name.

"Makohan Reska."

Me? Why me? I am dumbfounded as I walk to the stage with a blank expression. As I stand next to Jazmine, I notice the cunning sneer on her face and a crazy glint in her vibrant blue eyes. She looks like she could kill me with her bare hands at any second. Noticing that I was observing her, she quickly hides her sneer and replaces it with a sweet smile, however, I still didn't trust her. We shake hands, and her hands squeeze mine with a vice like grip.

"Our district seven tributes, everyone."

A/N

Thank you Peeta6in6real6life for Jazmine, becauseofkillianjones for Phan, and Tigergirl22 for Cleopatra! So at the beginning of the story, I forgot to add stylist forms, so I added them. You get 15 points for a stylist, so please send some in! Also, once the tributes get in the arena, I will be interrupting the games every few chapters to add one about a mentor, stylist, or escort. So if you've already sent one in, feel free to send me their backstory for 5 extra points and the chance for them to have their own chapter! You can find the SYOT form for the stylists on my profile. Also, I will soon be adding the application for the head gamemaker sometime this week. Once it's posted, I will accept multiple entries and select my favorite. Details in the next chapter!

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