Here's most everyone else, but there are probably some I missed, so I will add them to the next chapter.
Shale Beecher- Tyger, Tyger D2F
The air was warm. I didn't seem right that the air could be warm- that you could just exist and be warm. The Capitol must have gotten bored of the cold and decided to let us have some heat for the last battle. I needed to get out of bed and find-
There were no beds in the Hunger Games. I must be dreaming. As much as I hated to leave a warm dream and go back to the cold, I needed to find the Ten girl so I could get out of here for good. But what kind of dream was this? My dreams were never so real. I wasn't sure how, but I could tell this was different.
I tensed when the door opened. "Good morning! Are you ready for your first Resurrection Games?" a strange man asked.
"What? Resurrection Games?" I asked. I didn't know why I was starting to feel sick to my stomach.
"It's not often they pick someone from so long ago as you. You have a lot to catch up on," the man said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"It's always confusing the first time. You died- second place, too, good job- and now you're back to try again."
It couldn't be a dream. It couldn't be real. I was scared and sick and this couldn't be.
"Where's my mom? I want my mom."
Arno Dupont- Touch the Sky D4M
Elise wasn't going to be happy about this.
"What Games is it?" I asked the medic- Mika, according to his name tag.
"It's..." the medic put up a finger and paused. "It's really hard to count with all the weird Games, but it's just after the Sixty-Ninth Games."
Not as bad as it could have been. Elise was older, and had probably moved on, but there was still a chance. It wasn't much, but there was a chance.
"You must be really excited to see Elise again," the medic said. I didn't think much of it until he went on, "Ooh, if she'd won, she would be your mentor!"
"What- Elise was in the Games?"
"Yep. No volunteers that year- weird but not unheard of. She got thirteenth place, just like you! Not very lucky, I guess."
I didn't hear the last part. All I could see was Elise, dying in the arena. I thought of how it could have happened- thousands of scenarios playing out as I tried to stop them. She used to tell me I was so much quieter than I used to be, so much bitterer. She should see me now.
Elise Delacroix- Touch the Sky D4F (not in that games but in that story)
Some people didn't like the Resurrection Games. I'd always thought of them as a second chance at life. It hardly made up for the suffering and death, but I liked to think of what a difference it made for that one person who lived. I couldn't imagine being marooned in time like that. Was it terrifying, or exciting? Both, I would guess. But now I'd know.
Only four years had passed since I died, so it wasn't as scary as it could have been. If I got home, life could carry on more or less like it had, without major alienation from a mother and friends I barely recognized. If it wasn't for one single consideration, I would almost have been happy.
"Guess what!" I didn't need to listen to what the medic said next.
"Your boyfriend's here, too!"
Tarabel Aspen- Rising to Victory D12F
The Resurrection Games were honestly kind of the best thing that could have happened to me. If I'd won my first time around I probably would have gotten executed eventually for all the crimes I wouldn't be able to hide anymore. With so long between this Games and my last one, most of the people who cared were dead or had forgotten. My fellow Tributes wouldn't remember me, either. No one knew I had experience with killing. They'd think I was like almost everyone else in Twelve: helpless with neglect and starvation. No one knew anything about me. I could stay under the radar all the way until the end.
Theo Wondderoo- Open Arms D8M
Of all of us, they chose me. I didn't think I was the strongest or smartest in my alliance. Thalia and Alrik were both so much more... competent than I was. I wouldn't have gotten half as far as I did without them carrying me- literally, sometimes. It wasn't fair I was here and they weren't. I wished I could say I'd win this for them, and live a long life for them. I tried to be an optimistic person, but I just didn't see the odds coming together there. There were a lot of people here who wanted to do it right this time and bring it home for this reason or that. Only one of us would do it.
Artemis Jager- 28th Hunger Games
Everything had stopped hurting. It terrified me.
A woman was glaring at me from a folding chair beside my bed. There was something hauntingly young-looking about her face. About the way her brows folded over each other just a little at the edges, like someone else I used to-
"Yeah, it's me," my baby sister said.
"I'm having the weirdest dream," I said. I'd have to tell Pray about it in the morning.
"You died. I won. It's been forty years," Pray said. She was still looking at me like I'd stolen Mr. Bear.
"Whatever," I said, rolling over. Dream Pray needed to leave me alone so I could get back to real sleep.
I was hauled back over in bed by a sudden hand clawing my arm. I looked up into Pray's livid face.
"Get it together, because this is all real. You're going back into the Games and you better figure it out quick, because I just came to tell you that I hate you," Pray spat out the words and whirled around to leave. I lay looking out the empty doorway after her, slowly coming to see that she meant every word.
Soren Lyte- Written in Ice D4M
Life happened so fast. I was walking through the arena one moment and the next I was dead. I didn't even know it had happened until I got here. And I was about to start it all again. I was back at the start, without even the allies I'd worked so hard to make. None of them got picked, it seemed. Not Remy, one of the nicest boys I'd ever met. Not anyone else of all the kids I knew. Just me, even more alone than I was before. I didn't even know where to start. A hundred kids here, some of them trained all their lives, and I had to find the path that ended with me being the best of all of them.
Echo Osuuchi- To New Heights D7F
I'd died so quickly in my Games I couldn't even remember them. I would have felt worse about it, but I think the rockslide must have killed most of us. This must have been one of the Resurrection Games I'd heard about. I hadn't thought I was noteworthy enough to get picked, to be honest. It didn't seem like anyone else from my year had come back, so I had to wonder if they just wanted someone from every year and picked me at random. I'd try to live up to being my year's sole representative. But mostly I'd just try to stay alive.
North Freemont- Res D6F (68th Games)
It probably said something that my first thought on waking up was that my death must have made things a lot easier for my mother. Of course she must have been said, but I hoped she'd let herself enjoy the freedom of not having to care for either a dying husband or a hungry daughter. I wished she could somehow not find out I'd been resurrected. Almost certainly it would only end up hurting her again, and if I won, I could tell her myself when I got back. But enough self-pity. If someone saw me like this they'd think I was just Bloodbath fodder. I needed to get together another gang and start thinking about how to win this. Making new allies would be one of the best things about this whole mess. Unlike my friends back home- my ride-or-dies I'd give anything for- in the Capitol we would all know this was temporary. We would all know not to get attached.
Diamond Stark- Res D1M (68th Games)
It was so quiet in the hospital room. In my house there had always been five kids running around. In the Games there had been, well, Games noise. But now it was so quiet. I kind of liked it, to be honest. People thought Careers thrived on chaos and furor, but I'd always been more mundane. A lot of people were probably surprised I'd lasted as long as I did in the Games. I fully intended to do it again. People could tell if a Tribute had faked physical weakness, but mental strength was harder to see. It was easy to play off good choices as luck. Everyone wondered about One picking me originally, and I would let them keep counting me out. In that one regard, dying was a good thing for a Career. Tributes fear Careers like something out of a bestiary. A failed Career is a defanged snake- much less dangerous to get close to.
Arleen Limera- Res D3F
It worked.
I hadn't been sure it would. Of course I wouldn't have accidentally won the Games, but I'd had no guarantee I would place highly enough to get picked to come back, or that they'd pick me even if I did. It was right that this happened, though. I'd done it for love, and there was nothing more powerful than love. It could change people- it could bring out the best in them. It could draw together two people from across the nation and across years, before they'd ever met. But now we finally would. After giving up my budding career, and enduring ridicule from so many people who didn't understand, and sacrificing my entire life to make it real, it was finally happening.
I burst into Majesty's room, my heart fluttering when I saw his perfect, handsome face for the first time.
"It's me!" I cried. "Your true love!"
Anjou Corriente- Wandering Souls
Huh, kind of a shocker, really.
For reasons that weren't entirely fair- though I was man enough to admit they were sort of fair- I had something of a reputation before the Games even started. Well, that's the past. Even if only a few years had gone by, I was going to take this chance at a fresh start. If, as people had made quite clear, I was expected to change, I could give it a try. I could be a team player. Speaking of teams, it was clear I'd need some allies, and it seemed this was the perfect Games for me. We were all close to the same age, so I wouldn't have to worry about seeming improper. Maybe it would be better for me to stick with mostly boys for allies anyway. Not in a sexist sort of way, but just in a keeping up appearances sort of way. I'd wanted to do some working on myself anyway (and hadn't expected to get the chance, since I died) so it would be better not to distract myself with potential romance. This time around, I would keep my head in the Games and not make any more bad reputation for myself.