Just to make it clear, Katniss and Peeta did NOT lose their Games. They haven't even been born yet. Neither has Haymitch or President Snow. The Head Gamemaker is Plutarch's Great Grandfather. In this Universe, the Everlark Games come around as the 174th Hunger Games, and Haymitch won the 150th Hunger Games. Simply put, everything in the real Hunger Games books happens 100 years later than stated in the books. This goes for all charactors, places, and Victors.


Also, I do not own the Hunger Games. Never have. Probably never will.


Aurora Austriallis, Capitolite (diary entry 1.2b)

After dinner, I watched the District 9 Reapings. Neither of the Tributes were anything special, just your normal Reapings. The only interesting thing was the Escort- Pterois Aquatica. He was dressed like a lionfish! The base of his outfit was a black and orange striped unitard, and over that he wore spikey things that were striped yellow and black. These spines had webbing between them, and were affixed to his whole back, but mainly his shoulders. His hair was, of course, black and reddish orange, but the red-orange was quite muted. His hair was also styled in a Mohawk, like the spines on the back of a lionfish. Ugh! Poor Pterois' outfit would have better served the District 4 Escort!

Anyhow, Pterois glided onto the Reaping stage and without any small talk or ceremony, shoved his orange-gloved hand into the Girl's Reaping Bowl. That's odd. I just noticed that the Girl's Reaping Ball is in the shape of a huge portion of a red bridge. It's one of those old types of suspension bridges, with two towers and a section of cords that contain a glass rectangle, which in turn contains all of the names. The Boy's Reaping Ball is the same. I wonder if these Reaping Balls have anything to do with the Skyscraper Bowls, or the Arena.

Back to business: Pterois shoved is hand into the Girl's Bridge and drew out a name, muttering "And our lucky female tribute for this year is... SUNDANCE TICIA!" From almost the back row, a tall (I mean TALL, maybe 5'11?) girl in a crimson taffeta dress with an orange leather belt tremblingly made her way to the stage. Suddenly, a scream pierced the air. From the second row, a 13-year-old girl stood up. She wore a pale, rose pink jumper, and her eyes were wild. "NO!" she screamed. "SUNNY! YOU CAN'T GO!"

Sundance (or Sunny) froze. Then, recovering herself, she continued her slow march to the stage. The little girl ran towards her in a frenzy of panic. Out of nowhere, Peacekeepers appeared. Two grabbed the 13-year-old, and four Peacekeepers surrounded Sundance, ensuring that the little girl was not able to come close to the Tribute, her sister. The little girl made a break for it, trying to give her sister one last hug. The two Peacekeepers holding her would have nothing of it, though. Gripping her even more tightly, the Peacekeeper on her right grabbed his Stun-Stick, raised it high, and brought it down on the little girl's shoulders with an agonizing SMACK!

Sundance screamed. "RIVER!" The cry for her sister was wrenched from her gut, and, sobbing, she too tried to break free of the Peacekeepers surrounding her. It was a foolish thing to do. Luckily for Sundance, the Peacekeepers did not stun her; rather, they dragged her up to the stage steps and deposited her unceremoniously. Sunny staggered to her feet, futilely looked over her shoulder in the hopes of spotting her sister, and climbed the stairs.

Pterois was quite irritated by the whole thing. He glared at Sundance, and when she was finally in her place on stage, was quite rude in the way with he talked to her. "How old are you?" he snapped.

Sunny was quite distraught, but she managed to answer him in a worried tone. "Seventeen," she responded quietly.

"Louder!" Pterois commanded. The girl glared at him, and spoke in a voice that was calm as a pool of still water, yet suggested a raging current beneath. "I am seventeen," she thundered. Pterois glared at her again, and, growling, moved to the boys' Bridge/Bowl thing.

"Our lucky male tribute for this year is... Ahron Ember! Ahron Ember, please come to the stage QUICKLY."

A skinny young boy walked confidently toward the stage. Loud sobbing broke out in the outer rows, the ones that did not contain possible tributes. The camera zoomed in on a couple and daughter, huddled together and crying. "They must be his parents," I thought. "The poor little girl."

This time, there were no incidents with family members or Stun-Sticks. The boy walked calmly to the stage and climbed the steps. In the back row, the sobbing increased. Ahron swallowed (I could see his Adam's apple) and hardened his face to any emotions. "Wow," I thought, "He'll probably be a Tribute to reckon for!"

Pterois, still glaring, asked Ahron for his age. Ahron, ever the perfect Tribute (how could he not be? His poor little sister is going to be left alone without a big brother, his parents are distraught, and the boy is obviously going to do as much as possible to survive- but he doesn't have a chance against the Careers!), cleared his throat, looked straight at the camera, and announced clearly, "Fifteen."

Finally satisfied, Pterois turned to the two tributes. "In honor of good sportsmanship, the two tributes WILL NOW SHAKE HANDS." Ahron turned to Sundance and stuck out his hand. Compared to her fancy dress, his simple, tan button-up shirt and dark brown pants looked cheap and faded. Sundance, seemingly bewildered, stuck out her hand too and shook with him. Pterois heaved and audible sigh of relief and herded the two Tributes off the stage and into the Justice Building. All in all, I thought that these District 9 tributes had a better chance than normal. Granted, they were rail-thin, but at least they looked fit and well fed instead of scrawny and starving! I do hope that these tributes go far.