District 6

Vera Spencer, (36), Victor of the 55th Hunger Games

Too tingly. Way too tingly.

Vera wishes that the tingling feeling plaguing her entire body would stop. Though she honestly can't make it stop. She promised her fellow Victors, as well as her family - hell, she promised herself - that she'd lay off the Morphling so that she'd have a better chance once the Games rolled around. And even if she doesn't make it any further than she would've had she continued feeding her addiction, at least she'll have a bit more dignity when she goes than she may have.

Most of Panem's other Victors have at least a chance at not being sent into the arena again. It's different for Vera, however, as District 6 has only one living female Victor, only one female Victor ever. And that female Victor is her. It took them fifty-two years for a District 6 Female to come out of the arena victorious, and it's never happened again since. No matter how hard Vera tries.

She stands alone in the female Victors' pen, just waiting for the inevitable. Ow! That prick hurt.

"Vera Spencer!"

At the call of her name, Vera glides up to the stage without hesitation. Now, she simply wonders which of District 6's male Victors will be going back in with her. Her scrawny, shy, reclusive old Mentor? Or the glazed-eyed Morphling who is the only one that the pair have been able to save?

Ow! Maybe they have something in the Capitol that'll make this tingling stop.

Miles Cronin, (34), Victor of the 58th Hunger Games

Oh holy fuck is he high.

Just as he had wanted, Miles doesn't have the slightest damn clue what's going on right now. In the back of his mind, he's aware that it's another Reaping, the one for the Quell. Some sort of dancing frog hops up to the stage, who seems to have Vera's face. Miles's not positive that he's seeing it right, but he's pretty sure that the frog's hands - feet? - are shaking rapidly. Miles wonders what name will be called next. District 6 has two living male Victors, so there are only two possibilities. It's either him, or it's Leonis, Miles's old Mentor. Miles knows in the back of his mind that he might be returning to the arena, but he's too hallucinatory to be able to focus on that thought at the moment.

"Miles Cronin!" yells a lady who seems to be a chocolate bar.

Miles knows that when someone's name is called, they have to go up to the stage. And Miles Cronin is his name - is it? Of course it is. Always has been. He's pretty sure that he can at least remember his own name.

"Go on," an older chef standing next to Miles says with a grim face, motioning to the stage.

Nodding his head, Miles starts fumbling towards the steps of the stage. It's about a minute of falling over and getting up again before really strong angels dressed in all white come to lift him up to his place onstage. They're quite big and burly for angels, and their clothes seem to be kinda tough.

"Thanks, angels," Miles says anyway.

A/N: And here we are with District 6's Victor Tributes, the Morphlings! I know that the hallucinations Miles was experiencing in his POV were pretty random and ridiculous, but that was pretty much the point. Thoughts on the chapter?

See you tomorrow in one of my personal favorite districts, District 7!

Until next time.

-Bo