Aaaaaaaaannnndd, I'm back!

Feel free to blame K for no updates.

For who knows how long, but let me just say-

I'm back and there's no getting rid of me!

Sorry, I've always wanted to say that.

Any way, I lost the sheet I created with the storyline on it, so anything could happen. If you read this, add 'butter up buttercup' to your review! There MUST be something else in the review as well. Putting it in will increase your tribute's chance of winning. Most people have more than one tribute, if that is the case then please specify which one you want to help. I'm doing a terrible job of hiding this cause it's the only paragraph, but meh.

And I may change the Victor.

Because I'm annoying like that.

I'm just gonna write.

Sometime soon.

Like now.

Quentin Fake, D12M

Almost by instinct, my feet sped off towards the 'mess room' when the bell rang. After an extraordinari-Amy-ly small bloodbath, I received a sponsor gift via a creepy looking doll, a knife.

At first I didn't get it, but then toys began spilling out of the toy box and charged.

Unwilling to leave the stack of paper I'd found, I attackex them and somehow survived.

I took the paper and a queer green pencil and ran.

Hiding behind a radiator, I felt sure I was safe, so I began to draw.

I drew the creepy doll, I drew the idealistic view painted onto the window, I drew the dusty mirror opposite me in the large corridor.

I was deep in concentration when a large figure hacked away at the support system keeping the radiator up. I spotted the gleam of a throwing knife and the pencil flew from my hands. The male from District Five- I never learnt his name- went a pale purple, then a vibrant orange. Clutching at his throat, he became an ominous black as the cannon sounded.

I'd killed a man.

I backed away slowly from the poisoned pencil, threw the papers away from me, and ran headfirst into the large blue bathroom.

Venice Liana, D1F

As the cannon resonated throughout the dollhouse and the creepy metallic voice called out 'Brad 3 Einstein, District Five Male, 18,' I was just sharpening a knife.

A little boy, around thirteen I think, burst through the door. I flicked my wrist and the knife stuck out from his throats at an uncomfortable-looking angle. The second cannon of the day was accompanied by 'Quentin Fake, District Twelve Male, 15.'

Manly looked slightly worried, but the look passed quickly.

I continued watching him, deep in thought as he was, thinking hard myself. Just a flick of my wrist... all I had to do was throw the knife... as I sat there, contemplating my decisions, I reached for the knife, my aim clear.

'I think we should split up.' Manly Waffles of District One ran off without waiting for an answer, taking the most valuable supplies and weapons. 'Coward!' I spat out but it was too late. I had a feeling that his mentor, Ashwin of the fourteenth Games, would withdraw his gifts.

You don't desert the Careers like that.

He will regret it. The rest of the pack and I- oh wait. I'm the only Career left.

I guess the alliance is finished. On Day One.

Victoria Renmin, D10F

Elizabeth and I ignore the cannons. We've realised we need food.

We split up temporarily to try and find some.

I strike lucky quite quickly, accidentally discovering that the table legs are hollow.

Two cannons in quick succession jolt me from revelling in my hoard.

My heart leaps, thinking it may be Jorge, before I remember he's already dead. Eliza killed him for me.

That girl is my closest friend and I've scarce known her a week.

Elizabeth Schuyler, D5F

I've killed four people.

These Games have made me a monster. The only bright side is I'm getting closer to Angie.

'This is for you.' I whisper as I slowly roll over the bodies of the boys from Eight and Nine. I stumbled upon them fighting, with the girl from Eight on the sidelines. She escaped unscathed, but I killed her District partner as he gained the upper hand.

There is barely any food in their packs, but I head back to my camp.

Vicky has food.

Food for days.

My most terrible work, and I'm sorry.

My condolences to the authors of the deceased.

Xoxo,

~KatnissEeveedeen