YEEEEESSS!!

Name: Zander ponkewl

gender: male

Age: 17

District: 11

appearance: shaggy jet black hair, leaf green eyes, tall, and has a scar over his right eye. 

Training score: 9 

Best defence: throwing knives, agility

other: His best friend is Zinnia and he does not want her to get hurt ( if that's ok with young writer), and he will kill if he has to.

Awesome!

name: Cory Jamison

gender: M

age: 16

district: 12

appearance: tall, blonde hair, brown eyes, pale skin

training score: 10

best defense: knives, stealth

Wait, so you mean, your character will be the only one living? Are we choosing the winner? Just a question.

Reserving a spot!

Name: Arya Xavier

Gender: F

Age: 16

District 12

Appearance: Icy gray eyes, slender and tall. Long dark hair, pulled back in an archer's braid. Pale skin. Has a faint scar over her right eyebrow. 

Personality: A fighter/survivor. Intelligent, but mistrusting. Expects to die in games, but is actually better equipped than she expects, especially since she practically grew up hiding from the Capitol because of her father's history as a rebel leader. 

Training Score: 11

Best Defense : Archery and Survival Skills (knowledge of what is edible etc.)

A couple questions before we begin...

What number Hunger Games is this?

Should we make a rule that only the author can kill their character so that winning the games doesn't become too easy?

Also, where do we begin? The reaping, or the actual start of the games? 

ToP

Name: Jennie Mell

Gender: F

Age: 20

District: Any that are open.

Apperance: Dark gray eyes, brown, curly hair. Freckles. Black Combat boots.

Personality: Cheerful and trustworthy. Is clever and quick with decisions. Resourceful. Can lie her way out of things, and will fight instead of hiding. Very protective, and knows who she can trust.

Training score: Um... 11, I would say.

Best defense: Slingshot and the use of her fist.

Other: I said she was resourceful, and she is! She makes traps easily, so she has a advatage. 

Name: Tristy Prist (I love this name)

Gender: F

Age: 13

District: 2

Appearance: blond hair that reaches her waist, big, blue eyes, skinny and small-ish

Personality: she's sweet and innocent, and it's really hard to be mean to her. She's always cheerful and optimistic.

Training score: 4

Best defense: light on her feet, fast

Hunger Games. I've been picked for the hunger games. Coming from District 12, I know this means a death sentence. I felt a pang of guilt when the other kid from my district, Cory, was picked. I haven't ever spoken to him before, but he seems to be a good kid. 

My world has fractured around me into a rush of broken mirrors and flying colors. I know the crowd must think this is a good joke.

"The daughter of district 12's rebel leader picked for the hunger games. How ironic." 

I barely catch a glimpse of my father's brown eyes in the crowd before I am whisked away, the talon like fingers of our escort digging deep into my shoulders as I'm led to the train. It is richer than any place that I've ever been before, with velvet sofas and mahogany tables and platinum door handles. But all this means nothing. 

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. It pounds through my head like an incessant throbbing. By the time we reach the Capitol, every second seems to be moving in slow motion, inching towards my death.

Then of course there's the Tribute Parade. My stylist thinks he's clever. Coming from District 12, I have to dress in something coal related. So I'm shocked when he brings out a long dress made entirely of white and golden feathers, complete with sleek hood and wings. 

"Why am I dressed as a bird?" I ask uncomprehendingly.

He grins at me, a hint of his excessively white teeth showing. "Have you ever heard of a canary in a coal mine?"

i want to scream at him. A canary? Doesn't he know that canaries are sent into coal mines to die?

But I must admit that the long feather wings make me feel a little safer, as I walk out to the chariot. Cory is already there.  

Since I haven't read the last books, I don't know much about Hunger Games. I going to start from the actual... Well, Hunger Games. 

Jennie~

I swallow, knowing it was starting soon. Hunger Games. Gosh, I never knew I was going to be picked. When I heard my name, it seemed like a death sentence. And really, it is. But I must take this strong. Maybe I win, maybe not. But hope doesn't go that far.

Finally, it starts. I look around, seeing the people who were picked. Sadly, all of them are younger than me. How am I suppose to fight them? It's wrong. They are all just in their teens... I race to the center, grabbing anything I can get hold of. A backpack, slingshot (look at my luck!), a few throwing daggers, food, and some kind of short range knife. I feel something fly near my hand, and I turn around, facing a girl. She looked at my angrily. I raise her knife, blocking her from getting to my face. She makes a swipe, but I duck and punch her in the face. She groans, and I run swiftly away. I would kill her, it's just . . . I can't.

I feel something slice my arm, and I held it carefully.