I know I'm throwing you updates, but I'm getting more and more excited, because I've finally decided how this will end. :-)

Disclaimer: Yes, I'm sure Suzanne Collins would have a pen-name that relates more to the PJO fandom than her own. Keep dreaming.

"You ready?" Beetee asked, and I shifted on the couch. I wasn't sure.

"I think I did okay. What's the average score for this game?" I asked. Last year was about a 6, for a non-career.

"A five-ish. So don't be disappointed, okay? And pay attention to all the scores, if you can. You'll want to know what you're up against," Beetee told me. I bit my lip as the TV flared on.

Caesar Flickerman appeared on the screen. I jolted. "He was working for the rebels?" I asked no one in particular.

Beetee shook his head. "Honestly, he was neutral. We figured out that he would support whatever side won. So we convinced him to do this," he responded. I turned back to the TV.

"Hello, Panem! Here we are for the scores of the 76th Hunger Games! Now, let's get started." Caesar roared, and there was clapping in the background. Rebels, I thought.

"Johnny Pepeni, with a score of 4!" Caesar called. Honestly, after that I stopped listening, except when it got to Sheeshey.

"Sheeshey Garlenia, with a score of 7!" I smiled. Seven was a good score, so we would get sponsors.

"Katrina Snow, with a score of 8!" I cheered. I scored higher than Sheeshey! I would get sponsors! I smiled again. Beetee elbowed me. It was Uniqua's turn.

"Uniqua Jade, with score of 6!" I smiled. It was pretty good as well, we would be getting lots of sponsors, of that I was sure.

I tuned out again until it was Ashley's turn. I wanted to make sure I had a higher score than her.

"Ashley Ellis, with a score of 8!" What? I was supposed to get the higher score! I huffed, listening for Annie's score.

"Annie Jenson, with a score of 7!" I huffed again, turning from the screen. I stayed that way until Beetee noticed.

"Katrina!" he scolded. "Watch!" I groaned, but turned to see Vivian, the one from the rock wall, come up.

"And last, but certainly not least, Vivian Powdonceon, with a score of 5! Good night, and remember to tune in tomorrow night for the Tribute Interviews!" There was more clapping, and then the screen went black.

"Happy?" Beetee asked.

"About what?" I asked, confused.

"With you and your allies' scores," Beetee explained.

"Yeah. I mean, we should get lots of sponsors, right? The only score that tied was mine was Ashley, right?" I was full of confidence.

Beetee rolled his eyes. "If you had been watching, then you would have seen that someone got a nine."

"Who?" I asked. "It better not be that little 'Lily' who couldn't even tie a knot. And it better not be Ellie - she's only 10."

"Actually, it was Seemoi, that 19 year old," Beetee told me.

"Why is she in the games?" I asked.

Beetee told me it was because her uncle, Ellie's dad, was the Head Peacekeeper of the whole Peacekeeper organization.

"Well, sleep well. Tomorrow, since you already have good manners, Capitol speaking, I will be teaching you about the interviews and your angle." Beetee began to wheel himself to his room. I got up and walked to my room. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I was running. Fast. Sheeshey and Uniqua were running right behind me. Suddenly, Ashley and Annie were right in front of us. I veered left. Sheeshey veered right. Uniuqa didn't see them, and ran straight into Annie's sword. I yelled, but Ashley had turned to me; I had to keep running. I had to. Had to run as fast as humanly possible. I wondered if Annie had gotten Sheeshey, if Annie had gutted her as easily as she had Uniqua. These thoughts passed though my mind, but none stayed. I had to keep running. "Come on, coward! Why won't you stay and fight?" She flung a knife at me. It lodged in my arm. I cried out in pain, just as a cannon boomed. Uniqua? Sheeshey? An unnamed tribute? I didn't know. Annie might know. I felt a searing pain in my back. I couldn't go on. I fell to the ground. Ashley stood over me, grinning insanely. She brought her knife down, right at my heart...

I woke, drenched in sweat. I looked over. Beetee was sitting there, right by my bed. I probably looked horrid. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"You were yelling," he told me. "I wanted to make sure you were... okay." Beetee looked away.

"I look horrid, don't I?" I asked, but it wasn't a question, not really.

"You look like someone coming back from working at the Factories," he said. I glared at him, and asked what the time was.

"Check yourself. Then get up. I need to prep you. I stayed up most of the night trying to find an angle for you." Beetee glared at me, like it was my fault, and wheeled himself out of the room. I sighed, and went to shower.

-o-O-o-

I chose sparkly jeggings and a white blouse with silver sparkles on the neckline. I slipped into ballet flats, because I would just be inside, and went to the diner.

"Oh! You look so pretty!" Octavia eyed my outfit. "It's awesome!"

"Thanks," I said, and took my seat. I was glad that at least Octavia understood fashion.

"Let's go. Into your room, now!" Beetee said, and I protested.

"I haven't gotten breakfast!" I said, putting bacon onto my plate. I shoved some of it into my mouth, of course using manners.

"Well grab an apple or something and let's go!" Beetee wheeled into my room before I could protest. Octavia patted my leg, and handed me three rolls and an apple.

"That should be enough, right? Any more and Beetee will be mad," she whispered. I nodded my thanks, grabbed the food, and walked to my room. Beetee was waiting for me. He patted the bed, and I sat down.

"So, what do you think your angle should be?" Beetee asked.

"I thought you had come up with one?" I asked.

"Yes, but I want to get your opinion," Beetee explained. I huffed, but thought.

"Maybe... well, I don't really know," I said.

"I was thinking self-assured or indifferent," Beetee said. "Which one would you like to do?"

"I don't care - anything will get me sponsors," I said. Beetee laughed.

"Do both,'' he commanded.

"Fine," I snapped. Then, "What am I wearing?"

"Be patient. First I'll quiz you. Remember to use your angle - I'll ask you questions, and answer them using that." Beetee had no excitement over style. I mean, come on!

I huffed, and looked at Beetee. However, he was wheeling himself to the door.

"We're going to the living room." With that, he disappeared. I sighed and walked to the living room.

-o-O-o-

"Tell me about your family, Katrina," Beetee said. He was sitting on a plush chair opposite of me. I was on the leather futon. He had already explained how I was going to use my angle. He said that because the angle was basically my personality, I would act just like myself, but a bit more exaggerated.

"Well, my mom died giving birth to me, and my dad fathered me until he was forced to move to the districts," I said. "Then, Grandpa took me in." Beetee nodded wisely.

"Was your father's name, by any chance, Aquila?" Beetee asked. Surprised, I nodded. Beetee broke his act to sigh.

"I knew Aquila," he explained. "The district he moved to was 3 - he changed his last name to Rain, but mostly every one knew it was actually Snow. He died right before the 73rd Games." I sighed.

"So he survived for four years in the districts? I would never be able to do that!" I exclaimed. Beetee just sighed.

"So, Katrina, do you have a plan for the arena tomorrow?" Beetee got right back into character.

"Well, I plan on sticking with my allies, Sheeshe-" Beetee cut me off.

"Don't mention your allies by name. And don't give too much away about your strategy and choice of weapon," Beetee told me sternly. I nodded - Beetee was someone I had to listen to.

"Fine. I plan on sticking with my allies, and surviving for as long as I can," I said.

"I think that's what a lot of your fellow tributes are thinking," Beetee said. "Why do you want to come home?"

Surprised, I blinked. What kind of question was that?

"Well, I really don't need the money, but it would be nice to have; the rebels might take away Grandpa's wealth... I want to live - I don't want to die just yet," I finally said. Beetee finally looked at me like I was human.

He mumbled something, then chuckled to himself.

"Well, that's it. I'm going to do some stuff; have the rest of the day off." Beetee exited quickly, leaving me alone. I wandered to my room, not sure what I was doing. But I was not expecting Octavia to be sitting on my bed, doing her nails, with a hanger hanging from the top of the bed.

MWHAHAHAHAHA! I really wanted to update, and so... School will be letting out for me of June 12, so expect a more constant flow of updates. Probably. More time to write. *shrugs* I've been reading TMI - I just finished CoFA. So.

1) Do you think I should have done more training scores?

2) Do you like cliffhangers?

3) What do you think Katrina's outfit will be? I'm not really sure what it should be, so ideas are good!

4) What do you think of her angle(s)? Do they suit her?

May the odds be ever in your favor!