District 11

Seeder Howell, (63), Victor of the 30th Hunger Games

While waiting for the Reaping to begin, Seeder's mind flashes back to the riot that took place several weeks ago.

Ever since the announcement of the Quell, scattered riots had been taking place all throughout District 11. And that wasn't happening only in District 11, but in other districts too, Seeder had heard. This particular riot was the only one that Seeder has ever taken part in. She had hoped that it would be a peaceful riot, though she realizes that they cannot defeat the Capitol with peace. Every single participant, regardless of age, health, financial status, anything, was shot to death on site by Peacekeepers. All except for Seeder.

Seeder knows that she's going to be picked. Even though District 11 has four living female Victors, after being spotted at the riot, she's got no chance. They'll rig it for sure. Unlike some of the other Victors, Seeder doesn't have to worry about maybe being Reaped, potentially volunteering as an act of valor and district unity, nothing. She just has to wait.

"Seeder Howell!"

Tears well up in Seeder's old Mentor's eyes. Just as one falls, Seeder wipes it off before mounting the stage.

Once on the stage, Seeder knows that this is the last she will ever see of District 11's Square. The last she'll ever see of District 11 as a whole. She hopes that they'll all be able to manage without her. And Seeder being Seeder, that hope will never die. Even if she does herself.

Chaff Mitchell, (47), Victor of the 45th Hunger Games

While Seeder may have thought that she didn't even have to wait, Chaff knew that he didn't have to wait.

It was indeed true that District 11 had only one living male Victor. And that one Victor was Chaff. Good ol', usually-drunken, one-and-a-half-armed Chaff. Come to think of it, as he had before, he's actually quite similar to one of his drinking buddies, Brandi. He's middle-aged, gay, a drunk, a (technically) failed Mentor, the only Victor of his sex from his district... and so is she. Chaff understands why the pair of them get along well.

Chaff watches and waits, wishing he had a drink, while his old Mentor mounts the stage. He thinks of all the times he sat at a bar, chugging just anything alcoholic after losing a tribute. He knows all too well how that feels, and feels bad that District 11's three other Victors besides him and Seeder, will likely be feeling like that soon enough. Chaff isn't going to count on either of them winning. Seeder just isn't that type of person, if you know what he means, and Chaff is a middle-aged, one-and-a-half-armed drunk. He may last long, but in his mind, Chaff would never be popular enough to be chosen over one of the Careers, or Johanna, or the new pair from 12, or likely whoever else is sent from 7, 10, and 13.

"Chaff Mitchell!"

Taking a deep breath, Chaff slowly walks up to the stage. Once again, he stands before District 11 quietly answering the escort's questions. Though he's certainly not the teenager who courageously volunteered for his boyfriend anymore. Now, in his mind, Chaff isn't really much more than cannon fodder.

The way the crowd is looking at Chaff, not only with eyes of sympathy, but with eyes of hope, gives him a little bit more of the stuff than he even knew he had. Though the way they look at Seeder, as if they're absolutely certain that this is her last goodbye, makes Chaff's stomach drop. It drops even more when he remembers that he may be competing with Haymitch in the Games.

They've sent him in once, and they're going to do it again. Whatever it takes, Chaff vows to make them pay.

And here we are in District 11, with Seeder and Chaff! I've always liked these two, so I hope I did them justice. Thoughts?

We all know what district's up next, District 12! We'll see exactly how many things are different than in canon, however. Can't believe we've only got two more chapters to go!

Apologies once again for the inconsistency. Hope to see you guys tomorrow in District 12.

Until next time.

-Bo