I can't post as 4. Sorry, ZB! I have to eat! I hope this is enough!

Leo-

The mayor? The mayor of District 11? I was expecting adrunkerd or a morfix-crazy lunatic but the mayor? The District loved him. Hewas known for his kind and diplomatic ways. He often walked around, buyingfruits and vegetables from near by farms. Sometimes, if he had time, he wouldeven help with harvest.

“Hello, you two”, he says and then adds after seeingMenkenna’s face. “I’m so sorry.”

Finally. A single person who understands our situation. Whoknows what it’s like to be sent into an arena to die. Of course, in his case,to win.

“We have a lot of work to do.” He says sitting down andstretching out his long legs. He’s middle aged with salt and pepper hair and adark mustache.

“Like what?”

He ignores my question. “What are your skills?”

Menolea has done her best to wipe the tears of her face. “I canclimb.” A thoughtful look passes across her face. She smiles. “I can tell safeplants from poisonous plants.” Another pause. “I can use a bow.” She whispers,then turns red. She shouldn’t know that. In District 11, you aren’t allowed toown weapons other than those you must use to pick food. That certainly doesn’tinclude bows.

The mayor has leaned forward and is very close to Menolea’sface. His lips show the faint traces of a smile.

“A bow, you say? And where did you get this bow from?”

Menolea’s face becomes horror stricken in seconds. “I-I-I can’ttell you, Sir.”

The mayor smiles. “It’s okay. Call me Seth, by the way. Sir istoo formal.” He then averts his vision to me. “And you, Leo?”

“I can climb. Same as Menolea. I can identify most herbs. AndI am strong,” I pause. “I can lift up many things.”

“Well, boy, you look strong to me.” I can’t help feelingproud.

//Menola//

I hate getting put on the spot. I never should've mentioned the bow, never. I mean he's the mayor! He's...Seth? Hmm. Not a usual name. Rather...odd. Huh. Well, he is the mayor, so I can't exactly argue with him. I just hope that he's a good of a mentor as he is a mayor. He led us into another room, and, as he did, the windows went dark, so we were nearing the  capitol. He led Leo and I in and I gasped in awe. All along the wall were weapons of every sort, swords, maces, knives, daggers, finger slips the color of skin, and with a push of a button a poisonous spike juts out. And yes, bows. Beautiful bows constructed of gleaming wood thatwas polished so much it shone in the light, already strung and ready for me to use. I reached out and gingerly touched a cedar one, and it was smooth but easy to grip. Taking it off it's bracket, I ran my hand down the string. Firm, but flexible. Very durable. Leo picked the matching quiver and placed it on my back. Seth smiled. I felt at home, holding this weapon. Tears welled in my eyes, but I stopped them from causing a flood. I would no longer cry. This was my moment. I will try. I won't win, but I'll try. I will try, and that's all that matters.

Fortisarbor dies. Tragically. But Kyder doesn't kill him.

Winners: Kyder, Dessa, Kilian, or Nitania

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 (d) Mentor: Ellavere

District 8:

District 9:

District 10:

District 11: Menola (d), Leo (d) Mentor: Seth

District 12:

Also, random question, but I have this idea about Death. Yes, Death with a capital D. And that's where the stories come from. Because they're all dead when they meet Death, of course. So, Death is bored, and she wants a story. And they tell her a good one. But she wants all the parts, so they have to wait for everyone to die before they can begin the story.

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Please, if possible, read the first few paragraph aloud. In a slightly childish voice. This is why I both hate and love Luxuria.

Luxuria Salman

The Capitol is pretty. Pink and yellow and blue and green and pastel. Candy. Pretty. But the people are very pretty. They are not pastel. They are vibrant. They will love me, because I am very pretty too.

And the food is very yummy.

Luxuria, I said, Luxuria, you have to train well. And be in the pack. And then everybody will love you. And you'll be happy.

There is a stylist. Her hair is pink. Pretty pink. Her skin is gold and pink. She is pretty. My prep team is pretty too. One has black tattoos, and black hair, and she has silver skin. One looks like a lion. The last one likes blue.

It's.....uh...training center, personnal training, interviews, then arena.

I think that they come in, meet their stylists, and then it's the parade.

Oh, yeah. It's the Opening Ceremonies first, then training, then interviews, then arena. :)

Should we try and decide on a winner before we get in the arena? Just so we don't kill him/her accidentally, or if we're posting at the same time we don't kill off everyone. Because I've seen those before, like when you're posting at the same time and then both come on and everyone ends up dead. Personally, I want Kili to win. Because he's District 4 *whoot whoot*

@SC: I love how much you hate your charrie and you're trying to get her killed. It's rather funny.

//Jonatte//

The morning we arrived in the capitol, well, it was hardly morning to begin with. Bellatrinto Experenzo was hammering on my door yelling, "Up, up, up! It's going to be a fun, fun, day!" I threw a pillow at the door to make her shut up, which caused her to storm off down the hallway to say the same to Kili. I swung my legs over my bed, sunk my feet into the carpet, and changed into a white button-up shirt and black pants. I brushed my hair until it shone, and finally walked to the dining car. Looking out the window, it was pitch black outside. "Bella?! Why did you wake us up so early?!?" A yawn broke off the end of my sentence. Kili walked in, stretching and yawning with me. Her green hair bobbed as she answered. "It's going to be a fun, fun day, and we have to get up early for it. Today is the day of the Opening Ceremonies!" she squeed, as if this day was her whole life purpose. As if on cue, the train screeched to a stop and Bella filed us out. "Come, come, come on now, little children!" If I wasn't mad already, I was now. We were shoved in a small car, and I realized this was the first car I'd ever been in. It smelled funny, and I hated the confinement. Kili, who was shoved next to me in the tight space, didn't seem to be liking it either. The windows were again tinted, so they obviously didn't want us to see anything. Once we got to our destination, we were shoved out of the car and into the colossal Training Center, where again we were shoved into an elevator with 12 floors, one for each district. They were doing a lot of shoving, which I didn't really like. Elandor was also in the elevator, he must've come in right before we started to go up, and his breath smelled like alcohol and breath mints. Bella had obviously tried to make him more presentable, though it really wasn't working. I switched places with Kili in the elevator, making sure that there was as much distance between me and Elandor as possible. When we reached our floor with a ding, both of our prep teams were waiting for us, with an assortment of beauty supplies in their hands and idiotic grins on their faces. The squeed at us, which made them more revolting. One of them grabbed my hands and led me off into a hallway, while Kili went the separate direction. They shoved me into a bathroom that was the size of my bedroom on the train. After constant bickering, they finally made me take off my clothes. The one with the metallic yellow hair, Delly, I think, began whispering with the others, Maj and Sinta. Sinta set me down on a chair while Maj grabbed some hot wax, gripping the edges of the table, they ripped off whatever remaining hair was on my body. Being a swimmer, there was little hair to begin with, but it still hurt like crazy. Afterwards, Delly began to massage wonderful smelling shampoo into my hair while Maj did my toe nails and Sinta my fingers. The three gossiped about things going on in the Capitol, and for the first time I actually got a good look on how revolting these people were. Delly's skin was tinted a horrible purple to match her hair, and all along her body were green stencil lines. Maj's face was pulled tight over her body, so she could hardly move her eyes or lips. Her skin was normal colored, except for black marks all over her eyes, making them look three times as large as usual, and her hair was a simple orange. Sinta, she had a tail, to begin with. Her body was orange and black, and her hair was the same color design. Then continued pecking at me like birds, then they exited the room and left me alone to looke at myself. My legs and arms were a rawish pink, my nails were done a beautiful sea blue, and my hair was falling down my shoulders in loose waves. Then a knock came on my door, and entered my stylist. He was..well, different than the prep team. He was almost...well, normal looking. He was lightly colored skinned, had black stencils around his eyes, but that was all. No tails, or whiskers, or oddly colored skin. "Hello," I said. "Hello. I'm Arab." "Jonatte." He smiled. He seemed nice. "I see you've met your prep team." I nodded. "They did a good job. Would you like to see your dress?" I nodded, slipping into a silky feeling robe and following him across the hall. Closing my eyes, I let him fit me into the costume. I put my feet into some sort of boot, and he set a necklace on me. "Open." I did, and I was amazed. I was wearing some sort of body suit, and whenever I walked, the blue and green and brown shimmered, giving the impression that I myself was a wave, that I was water. The necklace was my token, which fit right in place with my dress. The boots, they were black, and really nothing special, but when I tried to move they wouldn't let me. Arab moved forward and pressed a button on my ankle, which finally allowed me to move around. "So you don't fall out of the chariot." That was genious, seeing that in the past many people have fallen out and died before the games even started. I impulsively hugged Arab, because this was the most beautifully made costume I'd ever seen in the Opening Ceremonies. The light outside was dimming, so it was almost time to go and meet Kili.

I don't really care who wins. ^_^ But Dessa dies. Yeah. I HAVE DIBS ON ALL THREE OF MY CHARRIES' DEATH SCENES!!!!

@SC: I LOVE YOUR IDEA WITH DEATH. And Death's a guy imo. *nodnod* /loves The Book Thief.

Oh, and I've eaten cow-tongue before. It tasted like mushrooms. ;)

//Anise// (and it's ACTUALLY IN FIRST-PERSON! Three cheers for Olive! :P)

My prep team looked like a herd of sick cows.

One of them- Tacia- was as thin as I am strong. Her wan face was dotted with strange black designs and her yellow eyes were glassy and dead. She gave Myli's sick-from-morphling-self a run for her money.

Another- Zed- had vertical, alternating, black and white stripes running down his face, and underneath his left eye was a blood-red teardrop. His eyes were completely white and his silver hair was tied back in a long ponytail. He smiled at me- but it seemed more like a twitch- with his puffed-up lips.

Finally, there was Ana. She was the most normal of the trio. Fairly plump with spiky red hair and some warped tattoo on her left forearm, her appearance was otherwise rather normal.

The trio looked me up and down.

Then waxed me up and down.

Then coated me in five layers of makeup up and down.

Then threw a thin paper robe at me- which I quickly donned- and looked me up and down once more before leaving. I sighed in relief as the door closed behind them but my breath caught when someone new entered.

Curly auburn hair, yellow eyes, whiskers, and dressed in a skin-tight body suit that had orange, black, and yellow stripes.

"I'm Tigress," she said, smiling thinly.

Yeah! I call dibs on Tigress! Or is it Tigres, with only ones S? 

The winner is either Kyder, Kili, Dessa, or Nitania. I feel like since Dessa is from 3 and is "Friendly, easily scared, sensitive, not very brave" that she's not going to win, same with Nitania. So, Kyder and Kili fight it out. I know Kyder is my character, but I kinda want him to win. Or at least not die. So that's a problem.

I edited it

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

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

District 3: Dom (d), Dessa

District 4: Jonatte (d), Kilian Mentor: Elandor

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

District 6:

District 7: Nitania, Fortisarbor (d) Mentor: Ellavere

District 8:

District 9:

District 10:

District 11: Menola (d), Leo (d) Mentor: Seth

District 12:

@EM: I'll let you decide what Leo and Menola'll be wearing to the Opening Ceremonies, since I kinda decided for Jo and Kili...

Oh yeah, @SC: What's District 2 wearing for the parade?

//Dessa//

The skyscrapers were made of a material manufactured in District 3.

It was made through a very painful process. I should know.

The Capitol people were scary, with their grotesquely-morphed faces and weird clothes. They also had this pinched look about them- as if something had been sucked out of their sickly thin bodies.

I smiled and waved at them faintly. No one noticed.

"What are you doing?" Dom asked. I looked at him.

"Waving and smiling. Like a queen," I added.

"Why?"

"I want sponsors of course. Don't you?" Dom looked pensive.

"No one would want to sponsor me," he said after a while. "I'm not funny or anything noteworthy. I'm not even good-looking like you." I blushed.

"You're funny," I said. "And you don't look too bad." It was Dom's turn to redden and mutter something unintelligible but before I could ask him what he said, there was a loud screech as the train pulled into the station. Issa herded us out quickly and into our floor in the Training Centre.

//Dom//

Idiot. Stupid idiot is what I am.

'I'm not even good-looking like you.' How could I say that? Now she'll think- no matter. She'll die at the Cornucopia either way.

All for now. Sorry. I'm downloading music... ;) 

OK, these are some more people, since it's unlikely that 12 people would die at the Cornocopia, and because I don't think that anyone else is going to join. That would be boring, and the Gamemakers don't want that.

(C)-Cornocopia

(M)-Male

(F)-Female

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

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

District 3: Dom (M) (d), Dessa (F)

District 4: Jonatte (F) (d), Kilian (M) Mentor: Elandor

District 5: Petitchaten (M) (d) (C), Grachient (F) (d) (C)

District 6: Axider (M) (d), Tera (F) (d) (C)

District 7: Nitania (F), Fortisarbor (M) (d) Mentor: Ellavere

District 8: Rown (M) (d) (C), Vic (F) (d)

District 9: Trad (M), Lucia (F) (d) (C)

District 10: Tiberius (M) (d), Aculeo (F) (d) (C)

District 11: Menola (F) (d), Leo (M) (d) Mentor: Seth

District 12: Celer (M) (d), Helva (F) (d) (C)

Females: Luxuria (1), Anise (2), Dessa (3), Jonatte (4), Grachient (5), Tera (6), Nitinia (7), Vic, (8), Lucia (9), Aculeo (10), Menola (11), Helva (12)

Males: Krisitrian (1), Thanskyder (2), Dom (3), Kilian (4), Petitchaten (5), Axider (6), Fortisarbor (7), Rown (8), Trad (9), Tiberius (10), Leo (11), Celer (12)

Dies @ Cornocopia: Petitchaten, Grachient, Tera, Rown, Lucia, Aculeo, Helva

Dies: Luxuria, Kristirian, Anise, Dom, Jonatte, Petitchaten, Gracheint, Axider, Tera, Fortisarbor, Rown, Vic, Lucia,  Tiberius, Aculeo, Menola, Leo, Celer, Helva

Winners: Thanskyder, Dessa, Kilian, Nitiana

I really just made this because I'm really bored and I can't post.

I would like to join :D

Person 1: Tribute

Name:  Amali

Age:  16

Gender: Female

District: 10

Person 2: Stylist

Name:  Takami

Age:  20

Gender: Male

District: Capitol

Skills (optional): Sylist

Please can I join?