Zeus He looks up the Capitol flag then back to his younger siblings. "I can't let them be chosen...," he says to his mother, barely audible.
-Smiles and walks away from the square watching as peacekeepers hoist a flag outside the justice building-
Kirsten: She smirks, then goes back to her house to get into her reaping clothes: a white flowing dress with a real rose in her curly, blond hair.
-decides to go to a old werehouse were i secretly trained for the games to get some last minute sword practice-
Zeus Looks into his mother's pleading eyes. "I can do this, trust me... You know I've been practicing," he says, trying to sound comforting.
Sammi: -hears her mother coming and ducks out of the room to practice other skills; her parents don't know about her entry-
Kirsten: She changes into her reaping clothes, then admires herself in the mirror, before turning round and hugging her parents. "Don't come to the Justice Building after the reaping. I'm saying goodbye to you now so that I don't look too weak."
Sammi: -changes into her clothes, an innocent looking pink dress with a matching bow and heels that contain daggers-
Zeus He stares at his father for a few brief seconds before going out to get some last minunte practice.
-goes home dripping in sweat and says goodbye to my parents and young brother then leaves the house without changing to head to the reaping-
Kirsten: She heads to the town square for the Reaping, and stands with the other eighteen year old girls, all of them wishing her luck.
Seth - Sitting down from a hard days work of building I look at the creation I've made. This will be my last before stepping into the arena.
-stands at tge back of the square watching as it fills with scared children and wishfull teens who have trained for this day like me-
Name: Helena Age: 15 District: 7 Skills: Knows all types of trees and is good at climbing and hiding. Weapon: Battle Axe Appearance: Petite, short dark hair and bright blue. Her hair falls slightly into her face and she has a baby face Personality: She does talk much but is shown to care for some of the other tributes but keeps her distance. Some may find her rude because he rarely talks to anyone but deep inside she does want to communicate.
Rosa : -stands in the middle of the crowd, watching the oldest teenagers piling in, their faces gloomy-