There were only three men, so I did them with the ladies. I probably forgot some though so stay tuned.

Joseph Carpenter- Wandering Souls D2M

After what seemed like just minutes of solitude, Amazon swept into the room and plopped herself on the side of my bed. She seemed less disappointed than just... matter-of-fact.

"So... I didn't do so well," I started. Hopefully it looked like a self-deprecating joke, as I was going for, and not the self-loathing mortification I really felt.

"Well, there's nowhere to go but up," Amazon said.

That's... weirdly inspiring. It really was true, wasn't it? I'd lost Bella, no doubt I'd lost the confidence of my District, and I'd lost my life. I'd gone through what had to be the greatest embarrassment possible, so I might as well charge back in and give it my all.

Jason Lenn- Into Thin Air D2M

I sat in bed hoping they hadn't picked Valerie, too. There were two options, then. My sister was gone, or my sister was in another room hoping they hadn't picked me. And what about our parents? Were they out there hoping we might come home, or were they hoping this time they could finally have closure? Or were they dead? If they picked someone from the first Games, they would be sixty years displaced from time. Did the Gamemakers even fathom that? The medic had said we were almost at the seventieth Games, since the Resurrection Games threw a wrench into the numbering. But it could have been anything. Did the Gamemakers fathom that each time we woke up, it could have been a thousand years? That when I woke up, I didn't even know if I would see humans looking down at me? It could just as well have been whatever comes next in evolution. Leaving me behind- just a relic of ancient history, like a caveman wandering in a modern city.

Flint Kenyte- No Way Down

Over the next few days, I would come to learn that every single person in the Games building had the same question. Yes, they put it back. Yes, the first thing I did when I woke up was grab for it.

"So, uh..." Craig rubbed his neck, wincing. "Got some bad news."

I glanced down, confirming again even though I'd checked five times. So what was it, then? It came to me and my eyes went wide.

"Nu-uh," I said.

Craig smiled half-sympathetically and half-nervously. "She won."

Lottie Parker- Res D2F

"Tell me it wasn't Venus."

The medic looked at me in confusion.

"Venus, uh... Loretta? Did she win the Career Games?"

"Oh, no. That was-"

The door opened and I cut his answer off with my shriek. I jumped out of bed, barreling past him as I beelined for Ava. I scooped her up in a bear hug and swung her around into my room, body-slamming us both onto the bed.

"You did it!" I squealed.

"Because you all helped me," Ava said, but I was glad to see it was thankful rather than self-deprecating.

"And you're looking- happy," I caught myself just before saying "healthy".

"I have setbacks sometimes, but I'm pretty happy," she said back.

"Good. So let's get the gang back together then."

Marley Astero- Wandering Souls D2F

So that was what it was like to be dead. But then, there might be a lot more. The cloned body was just made a few days ago, so of course it didn't have memories from the in-between period. I still didn't know what came next, even though I'd been there.

"What's it like cloning the bodies?" I asked the first passing medic.

"I wouldn't know much about that. That's another department," she said.

"Are any of those people around here?" I had so many questions. What a delight it must be to have your job be to sample dead flesh and make it alive again. I wondered if I might like it even better than what I did with dead bodies. If I got out of this, maybe I'd see if they'd take me on. Until then, it looked like I had plenty of canvases to work with.

Akari Igneous- Res D2F

I was flattered, and a little surprised, that they kept picking me. Maybe I used to be hot stuff in the Academy, but surely by now there were new and exciting things. It had been Galba who initially wanted me, and she was long dead now. Eventually so would be everyone who watched me the first time. That was a little spooky to think about- being so far displaced that the entire set of people who first shared the world with me were gone. All the more reason to win this time. I heaved myself out of bed as soon as the medics would let me and started checking out the training room. By this point we might have invented entirely new weapons. I'd be just a caveman. But this old cavewoman could learn new tricks.

Margo Caspian- Over and Over D2F

There were so many of us. More than a hundred, the medic said. So many of us, and yet it didn't scare me. On the contrary, it thrilled me. What a battle. What an opportunity. All the better to win this time, against so many competitors. It would almost make up for the embarrassment of losing so many times. But then... was it even really losing, for me? This was what I thrived on. If I won, I didn't even know what I'd do with myself as a Victor. For me, maybe this wasn't a bad thing at all. Maybe I hadn't really gotten picked at all, from an Earthly standpoint. Maybe I'd stayed dead all this time, and this was my version of Heaven.

Valerie Lenn- We All Fall Down D2F

There were only three ways to guarantee this would be the last time I went into the Games with my brother. First, I could win. Which would, of course, mean that he would die. Second, he could win. I did want that, but could I really say in my soul it was my first choice? I wanted to live, too. It wasn't fair I had to throw myself on my sword because I was the bigger sister. I wasn't even bigger anymore- we were the same physical age, more or less. I would never kill Jason, but could I really say I wouldn't be even a little bit relieved if someone else did it? Lastly, the third option. I could do something so unpopular the people didn't choose me anymore. But if faking a panicked breakdown and dying like a coward wasn't enough, I didn't know what would overpower these people's bloodlust. What more did they want?

Jessie Cabello- A Night to Remember D2F

I already knew Chrome and Fable would be here. Of course the Capitol would want to see the sisters and the best friends. Chrome had the best chance of the three of us. She'd always been the better fighter between the two of us. I knew she loved me, but different people have different capacities for love. I didn't think she'd ever kill me, but I did think she could still go on to win if she saw me die. Me, I didn't think I had the will to go on after losing her and Fable. Fable could, I thought. So maybe it was just me dragging the three of us down.

Chrome Cabello- Heart of Darkness

This time, I was going to do what it took to win. I couldn't do this forever. Every chance I blew could be the last for me and Jessie. If I got out of here, I could change things. I could mentor Jessie next time and drum up so many sponsors. I'd hunt them down twenty-four hours a day, until I could send Jessie bulletproof armor and a working firearm and anything else she could possibly need to win. I'd get her home. The best way to do that was to win myself. I'd never, ever kill her, but if anything happened, I needed to keep going for her. My win was our win. And I could think later about how if the sponsor plan didn't work out, there were other expectations of Victors. If that was where this ended, I'd sleep with whoever it took to get Jessie out of the selection next time. One way or another, I would bring my sister peace.

Tuesday Erelle- Into Thin Air D2F

I wasn't going to make it out, was I? I wasn't the strongest, not compared to some of the others who had come up since I was gone. The Academy had twenty more years under its belt by now. They were better. More effective. More aware of trends and factors that brought victory. I was just a has-been, washed up as both a Tribute and an author.

But I still do have something. It was clear I'd never write that book about the Hunger Games. But after checking the library, I saw in all the time I'd been gone, no one had published an account of a Tribute just before the Games. If they just knew how scared we were, what horrors we went through, maybe just one of them might change their mind.

I asked the medics for a pad and started to write. Let my autobiography be my last legacy.

Valerian Mercury- Circle of Life D2F

I was beginning to think nagging Pray into letting me train was a bad idea. I wondered if she'd disavowed me by now. I certainly couldn't be good for her image. But honestly... maybe it was for the best. Clearly I wasn't able to win by using her advice. No insult to her, to be clear. It was just, maybe that wasn't the right way for me. It was for her, but everyone's Games were different. This time around, I was going to try to be my own person a little more. Pray gave me my big chance by endorsing me as volunteer, and I would always be grateful. But she wasn't in the Games this time. I was in the Games this time, and I was going to try to win my way.

Cierra Daline- Back to Normal D2F

Every time I came back, there were fewer people from my Games. Of course that would be the case. People got bored. People moved on. The new, shiny Tributes were much more appealing than the old rusty ones. I wasn't surprised to hear Olivine was back, too. I was just as unsurprised to hear Luxen wasn't, or Troy, or Elver. Somewhere along the line, the Capitolites lost interest. Eventually they'd lose interest in the rest of us, too. Next time there would just be Olivine and maybe me, and then next time just Olivine, and next time... gone. All of us, an entire Games, forgotten.

Charybdis Kincaid- No Way Down D2F

Another chance? I could understand giving someone a second chance if they'd gotten cheated out of victory, or if they'd put up a great fight and just got the short end of the stick. But I was just a depressed girl who failed in her divine mission.

It came to me like the voice of God. I looked at my arms, freshly made by scientists hunched over a vat of chemicals. New arms. A new face. New heart. A new brain.

This could change the world. The cloning they did for the Games, we could bring it to everyone. If someone's brain chemicals were unbalanced like mine, unable to generate the happiness a human needs, just grow a new brain and plop it in. That was my purpose. That was the change I was meant to make. If I won the Games, I could lobby for this. I could plead and fight until this technology was released for everyone. No more depression. Ever. It could end with me. But first, I had to win.