Oh yeah, and just saying. I hate Luxuria. I really, really hate her. I do that sometimes. I really hate characters for no reason, and love others for no reason. The ones I hate, if I'm the one writing, always end up dying. Or being traitors. Or getting locked up.

Sorry if I use names that I might've used somewhere else. I do that sometimes.

//Menola//

After my name had been called, there was dead silence. I glanced towards my friends, my older friends, my stronger friends. They were quiet, but their eyes were full of pain. Next to me, an older, tan boy was called to the stage. He looked at me and nodded, making sure that we would be allies. I knew him, we would talk during school, sometimes he would help me with homework. He would spare me when we played Throw, where the person who got hit with the most balls lost. Everyone would team up on me, but him. I liked him, but I didn't even know his name. I would need him. The Peacekeepers ushered us into the Justice Building, and before I knew it my parents and family were in there. My father grabbed me around the waist and swung me in the air, his heart pumping much too fast and sobbs coming shackily out of his mouth. Mother held the hands of Jacoba and Alexandra, my twin little siblings, who were staring up at me expenctantly. "Daddy?" Jacoba asked. He finally set me down on the blood red couch and set Jacoba and Alexandra on his knees. "What's going on?" Alexandra whispered to me. "I'm going away for a long time, little bird. You'll see me in the square though, so when Mommy and Daddy are done with work you can see me everyday." This made her smile. "Where are you going?" "Somewhere far, far away. But I'll always be right...here." I gingerly placed her hand right where her heart was, "And, here." I now moved it up to her head. "Never forget me, alrighty?" She nodded, and Jacoba, not wanting to be left out, nodded even harder. This made me laugh. Kissing each of them on their forheads and hugging each hard enough to pop them, I let them go. The look my parents exchanged said it all. I wasn't coming back. It'd be impossible. The last thing my mother did to me was place in my hand my token. They all ran out of the room, each sobbing in their own ways. Swallowing, I looked at my token. It was black leather, very rare here in 11, and in it was a small, clear peice of glass, and in the glass was a single orange leaf. It had been my uncle's token, when he had been chosen for the Games. Chocking back a sob, the men in white said that I had another visitor. And in ran Genala, and Rochenzo, and everyone else in my picking group. We all sat on the couch, silent, until Aledonda, a girl a bit older than me, burst out crying. "It-It's all my fault! If o, If only I had volunteered, bu-bu-but I was too much in schock, and I-" "Aledonda! Honestly, you're going to stain my dress!" This made her smile, because she was gripping me so hard that tears were running down my back. "Menola, I'm so, so sorry!" Everyone nodded in agreement, so I ripped off peices of my sleeves, giving them to everyone in return. "If I die, bury this under the tree." There was a large oak tree next to the picking fields, and when I was three I had fallen out of it, and the group of kids sitting in front of me now nursed me back to health, claiming that tree as out initial hang out spot. They all nodded, and, one by one, left the room, leaving me alone with the Peacekeepers. Even they looked depressed that a 12 was chosen. The ushered me out of the room and onto the train, where us tributes had to watch all of the Reapings. 

Kilian-

We have just watched the last tributes. District 12. An eighteen year old who looked more like twelve and a boy who was missing an arm. Neither looked like they would last long. They would probably both die at the cornucopia.

“Well, how about dinner and then we’ll get a good night’s sleep.” Bellatrino tosses her green hair in an “oh so happy”-way.

Jonatte and I are both led into a dining room. Elandor is nowhere to be seen. He’s probably still slumped down drunk in a car.

A large bowl with long noodles in a white cream sauce and oregano isserved first. After that a wonderful pink salmon with salads from District 11. I heartily eat the food.

After dinner we are both taken into the sleeping car. My stomach is full from all the food.

I shower and lie down in bed. Right then all my fatigue returns. My normally iron stomach aches awfully. My head feels like it’s being hit by a rusty nail.

I look at the whitewashed ceiling and run my hand through my hair. I know what I have to do. I can’t sleep so I might as well do it now.

I open the door and walk into the lamplit hall. Then I knock on the door opposite mine.

“Jo?” 

//Jonatte//

After the huge meal of noodles and bready stuff with liquid inside it that tasted awful but I'd never had so much food in my life, so I filled up anyways, I walked towards a door with a Post It note that said, "Jonatte :)" and opened the door to find a large room, a door that led to the private bathroom, a walk-in closet, and a fluffy, lush bed. It was all revolting. The sunlight out side was dimming, so I took off my Reaping dress and stepped into the shower. Inside the spacious shower, there were grips on the floor, which was nice, seeing that if they weren't there I would be seriously hurt when I fainted. I awoke sitting on the bottom, the faltering hot water still flowing on me. It refreshed me, the running water. Nothing like the ocean water back home, but this was the best I could get. I stepped onto the inch-thick rug, pushing some random buttons as the air dried my hair and body. My brown hair fell in a cloud around my shoulders, and I changed into simple linens. It was almost pitch-black outside, so I turned off the lights and climbed into the bed. For the next half hour I lay, awake, in the bed, until a knock came on my door. "Jo?" It was Kilian. I muttered that he could come in. Light flooded the previously dark bedroom, and Kili's silhouette showed in the doorway. He walked in, left the door ajar, and sat against the wall. That's all he did, and I was thankful. Eventually we talked, but it was all a blur to me. I was just happy that I wasn't alone anymore. And I knew this would make it even harder to watch him kill me, or be killed.

Guys, please post!

Kilian-

I sat on the floor. Jo, facing me while lying flat on her stomach on the bed. We talk of a lot of things. She tells me about her family, playing in the water, stories of her friends. In exchange I tell her of fishing, swimming and when I got caught in a storm while in the water with a fishing boat.

She lets out an occasional giggle. I, an occasional laugh. The tension between us is almost gone. I notice her white teeth flash whenever she smiles and the way a strand of hair always falls into her face.

During a moment of silence, I remember what I’m really there for.

“Jo,” I begin.

“Hm…” Her green eyes stare straight at me.

“I wanted to ask you if we can be allies in the games?” I ask this cautiously, afraid that if I said too much she would refuse.

For a while we are silent, most likely thinking the same things. What will we do if it ends up just us? Who will kill who first?

But we need to help each other. All careers do. You cannot just go around like those untrined losers from the lower districts. I don’t like the idea of being allies with Jo but it might bring in more sponsors. I would also have more of a chance if Jo helped me.

No! I couldn’t think like that. Jo is staring at the ceiling. Nervously playing with her hands.

“Kilian. I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay? I really have to think about it. Go, okay? Just go.” It almost seems as if she’s hurt. Did I hurt her? I didn’t want to…

“Jo. I didn’t mean it badly…”

“Go.” I get up from my place at the wall. My legs are stiff and I stretch for a second. Then I exit.

Leo-

Menola and I are both led to a train. My heart is beating wildly with excitement, anger and sadness. Gran had come and said good bye then Abigail. Her kiss still felt fresh on my chapped lips.

We are shoved into a cabin in the train car. Sitting there all alone with the little child is scary. I can almost hear her little pulse beating.

I know her. I have always protected and taken pity on her when the other kids gang up on her. She’s little but behind the size she is intelligent and clever. When people go up in the trees at night. She is always the fastest, jumping from limb to limb lightly.

In the arena, she probably won’t last past the cornucopia. She’ll probably be killed right there. I can see the blood coming from her body and dousing the arena in red.

I can see her falling a knife, thrown by a career, in her stomach.

I can’t let her die. I turn to Menola. She’s staring out the window.

I grasp her small shoulders and hold them tightly in mine.

“Menola. I won’t let them hurt you, I swear. Whatever happens in the arena you have to stay with me. I’ll protect you. You will live.” I don’t say win the games. She wouldn’t pull it through.

Menola is staring at me with her big brown eyes. Then she begins to cry. I don’t know what to do. I hate it when kids cry. It sends a harsh feeling into my stomach and my ears hurt at the noise.

Just then Menkenna Altery walks in. She has put on her I’m-sohappy-smile, which really means Why do I have to be their mentor?

“Oh, little Menola,” she lets out a laugh that sounds an awful lot like a cackle. “I know you’re happy. You even have tears in your eyes.” She bends down and strokes Menola’s cheek.

“Well, you two.” She gets up and takes a seat across from us. “Let me introduce you to your mentor.”

“Oh, let me guess, drunk and stumbling old Galhaud.” I cross my arms and go into my usual sulk.

“No,” Menkenna does her best to keep smiling. “Actually, we have a new mentor for you this year.”

My head still hurt. The Hunger Games... I was going to the arena.... I was probably going to die. Nitiana had been crying. It was even more hopeless for her. She could pretend to be weak, like Johanna Mason did last year. But they probably wouldn't believe that, not after Johanna. And I seriously doubt that Nit could kill someone in cold blood. I think I could, if it meant surviving.

Our escort, Ellavere, was laughing as we watched the Reapings from earlier today. "These Hunger Games are going to be so exciting! Can't you wait to get started?" I didn't answer for fear that I would grap the pointiest thing in the room and stab her. And that was only after District 1. After District 2, the announcer, a man who was genetically altered to look like some animal, exclaimed. "Thanskyder Talorian is here to avenge the death of his sister, Windeelisa, who died in the Games ten years ago, killed by the District 7 boy tribute. He looks like quite a fighter!" The announcer laughed. "I wouldn't want to be District 7." Me and Nitiana froze.

I didn't sleep that night.

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District 1: Luxuria (d), Krisitrian (d),

District 2: Thanskyder, Anise (d); Mentor: Myli

District 3: Dom (d), Dessa

District 4: Jonatte (d), Kilian

District 5: Petitchaten (d), Grachient (d)

District 6:

District 7: Nitania, Fortisarbor

District 8:

District 9:

District 10:

District 11: Menola (d), Leo

District 12:

Sorry I haven't been posting much. I have homework, swimming, piano, theory, plus my mom got a bit p.o.ed that I failed my math test... well, I didn't actually fail, just got 2/4 I think (the grading in my new school's confusing). Luckily it's just the start of the year and I had a 96% average last year so I'm not in trouble or anything, just got a little lecture then a hug (because my mom rocks!). Anyways!

//Anise//

The Capitol was breathtaking, with the tall, gleaming buildings and all the floating cars and the bright lights.

The food swept the city off the board however.

After being herded into the District 2 room in the Training Center, Anise immediately followed her nose to where a long table heaped with food was.

Is this real? she thought, dipping her finger in a chocolate fountain then sucking on it. Delia clucked disapprovingly and Myli chuckled. It is real!

Immediately Anise was handed a plate but she didn't reach out to the first thing in front of her, instead she stepped back and surveyed the table, like a predator watching the prey.

Those are too fattening... Musn't get too dependent on food... Calories... Carbs...

"Just eat," Myli said, coming up behind Anise. Anise promptly moved and faced her in a perfect fighting stance, just as she'd been trained. Myli laughed. "They've trained you well I see." Seemingly from out of no where, Myli took another peppermint and popped it into her mouth. "All the stuff here's as low-fat as possible; the Capitol people like to watch their weight." Anise nodded slowly before straightening then selecting something that looked suspiciously like sliced cow tongue doused in a grey-brown sauce. She added some corn and carrots as well, before sitting at the end of the table and eating properly, with a fork and knife, just as her mother taught her.

All for now. And sorry that was such low-quality; I've lost brain power from all my homework. ;) 

//Jonatte//

I turned away from the door as he exited my room. Kili hurt me, I don't know why, but he did. I don't know what I feel about him, I mean, I've known him. We pass each other at school, chat after swimming. And now he wants to be allies? I mean, I wouldn't mind being allies with him, it's just, I can't do it. I'd be safe, he's strong, and I'll be in the career pack. That's six, stong people who've been trained their entire lives. Except for me. My dad didn't want to train me, for Jimetri's sake, so I had to watch Elicta train without me. I knew that Kili trained every day, after school, so having him be an allie would be great, though I didn't know how I felt about him. I mean, I'm in the Hunger Games! I can't..be, falling for him or anything?! No! I mean, that would be horrible, because one of us or both will have to die. It'd be horrible. Though...I've been to the Capital once before. My dad had important business, and he took me and Eli so we could see the sights. The place is teeming with romance nuts. I might be able to play that to my advantage...No! I'm not falling for Kilian! I shut my eyes, my life was too confusing right now, and went to sleep.

//Menola//

Tears poured down my eyes, and Leo awkwardly tried to comfort me. Then our supervisor, Menkenna, came in and said that I had tears of joy. Seriously?! These Capital people are so dense. She led Leo and I into a room where our supposed mentor was. And at the sight, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the mayor of District 11.

(It that's not okay then we can change it. I just thought it'd be a nice twist, like having the mentors be the mayors for each district.)

CAPTCHA says ceno. Sounds lik cena, which sounds like Cinna :)

Coolios! Oh, and I already have this whole scene made up when Jo dies, it's really towards the end of the games, and yeah. It's pretty cool. :)

Someone from Dis. 4/11 please post? It's kind of hard to re-post by yourself, when your other Dis. half isn't posting.

Also, and on the way, can Leo kill Luxuria? Please? I really hate her.