Oooooooo! This looks really fun! OK, here's mine-

Name: Poppy Flickerman
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Relation to important capitol person: Cesar Flickerman's daughter
Appearence: average height, bright green eyes, black hair with bright blue streaks.
Personality: She's very aware, and can adapt to almost any situation pretty easily. She's bright, and nice. She's generaly a lot of fun to be around. She's good at tactic's she always has things planned like way ahead of time if she needs to, but if she doesn't she doesn't like planning anything. She has a huge conchanse though, so it would make killing people hard.
Physical: small, skinny, quick, but tough.
Other: She has such a huge conchanse that it made watching the hunger games very hard because she always ended up feeling so guilty. She's used to the easy life style and takes it for granted most of the time, but since her dad was always so involved in the games he made sure she knew how to survive alone. But she's never actualy had to do it before.

So how are we going to do the reaping? Like do the same thing they do with the districs, but instead pick 12 capitol boys and 12 capitol girls?

TOP

TTTTTOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!!!

I don't think there will be a reaping. All of the citizens of the districts will vote on say, fifty kids from the capitol, most of them sons and daughters of important people. So, of course, Ven would be voted in. All of our charries will.

GASP! *spoiler alert* I was so sad when Ms. Collins didn't put the Capitol HG in the book. :( *and the spoiler ends*

Name: Ligne "Lyn" Piset

Gender: F 

Age: 13

Relation to Capitol person: The daughter of one of the Gamekeepers

Personality: Obnoxious, sarcastic, outspoken in a rude way

Phys. Description: Brown hair, freckles, brown eyes 

This sounds awesome! The 50th arena was the one that Haymitch was in, right?

Name: Amaryllis "Ama" Tentson

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Relation to important Capitol person: Daughter of a former Games stylist (I guess that's not really important, but whatever.)

Appearance: Tallish, skinny, tan skin, long bright green hair, light brown eyes (and LOTS of eyeliner), has a lot of sparkly tattoos and other weird fashion trends.

Personality: Doesn't usually pay much attention, but pretty smart when she does. Total drama queen. Seems kind of rude when you first meet her, but nice when you get to know her. Takes her Capitol life for granted and thinks of the Games as violent entertainment. 

Physical: Not very strong, fast runner, good at archery (does it as a sport). Pretty good with small, detailed stuff like tying knots

So when do we start?

I'll start!

Poppy-

I wake up and look through the door of my room to see my dad sitting silently in front of the blank TV screen. There's a still steaming scone, a stack of flap-jacks and a fancy glass filled to the rim with orange juice in front of him, but it's untouched. I pull off the silk covers and my toes touch fluffy blue carpet. I walk into the kitchen and sit next to him. "Is everything OK dad?" I ask. Now that I see him more closely I notice he looks half dead. He's sickly pale and his eyes are blank but sad. He's holding a mug of coffee close to him like it's the only thing that will keep him warm. "Dad, what's wrong?" I ask. He takes a long time to answer. Finally he says, "They're making a Capitol Hunger Games." I stare at him, the color drained from my face. "What? Well who's going to be in it?" I ask. "They're picking children of the most famous people in the capitol." I stare at him. "Well, dad, you never know, maybe they won't pick me! And even if they do, you made sure I know how to handle myself, so I'll probably last longer than most." Now he looks directly at me. His sunken face and sad eyes tell me one thing, I AM going into the arena, and I HAVE to try to survive. Not like I have much of a choice. But seeing him now, and I'm not even in the games yet just proves to me that he won't ever be the same if I don't come back. "Dad, when are they announcing the names?" I ask. "They announce them tomorrow afternoon." I frown. There goes asking for those new velvet sheet's I saw the other day. And they were so soft too. I smile at my dad. "Well I'm not gone yet, so we better make the best of it!" He smiles weakly. "So I'm thinking an all you can eat breakfast with doughnuts!" He actually laughed. I was getting somewhere. "Sure, but you're going over the edible plants list too. I don't want you starving if you go in there." "Don't you already know the arena. You knew all the others." "No, they say it would be unfair if some contestants knew how to prepare for it and other's didn't." I nod. It makes sense, but it was a little annoying. It would have been a big advantage to know what I was up against. "Well, breakfast time then!" He smiles, and calles for the avox. He orders every single one of my favorites. Within 5 minutes the big marble table is covered with all different kinds of food. Doughnuts, bagels, toaster strudel, eggs and bacon, toast, waffles, pancakes and tons of other varieties that sometimes even the Capitol runs short of. "Dig in!" The color has returned to his face though his eyes are still sad. I smile at him and grab one of everything and start eating like there's no tomorrow. Which, in a few days, might actually be true.

Sorry if it's not great. I wrote it as close to how I imagine capitol life as I could.

Can I change Ligne's age to 16? Because I don't think 13 y. o.s are part of cults. ;) 

//Lyn//

"Ow!"

"Sorry." The worker jerks her arm back before pressing a cotton pad of something cool and watery on my face. It stings.

"Be more careful next time," I snap. The worker just nods meekly before continuing on.

I can't see my face, but I can imagine it. A thin needle, ink spilling out of it. A dark red ink, drawing three claw marks on the left side of my face. One of many tattoos.

Father and Mother had been frank. I'd be going into an Arena in a few days- as a Tribute, not a tourist. I don't really care much, as long as I get to do whatever I want before I'm shipped away. And so far, I do get to.

I think of the tattoo of a wolf paw at the bottom of my neck. I also have Murska Pandaya's name inside a small heart on my thigh and a wolf silhouette on my left arm. Cassa would be proud. We Wolves love to represent ourselves after all.

The stinging stops and there is a jangling sound. The worker produces a small mirror and hands it to me.

"How do you like it?" she asks casually, but I can tell she's waiting for my judgment. I may die soon but that doesn't mean I don't hold any weight around here anymore. I eye the tattoo and purse my lips before allowing myself a small smile.

"I like it very much." I sit up in the chair and give the mirror back to the worker. She smiles in relief.

"Excellent," she said. I hand her her payment and she begins to make change, but I'm already heading out the door.

"Keep the change," I yell over my shoulder. She just nods. I probably doubled the price but who cares? I have so much money.

I spot my friend Sili, Cassa and Murska by a store that sells televisions. I walk over to them and Murska and Sili's faces light up at my appearance. Cassa just looks grim.

"You're going to be a Tribute," Cassa states gravely, glancing at the televisions in the display. They show a collage of pictures of each Tribute. I shrug.

"There's nothing I can do about it," I say. I place a finger on the side of my face, pointing out my newest tattoo. "Do you like it?" Cassa smiles slightly, Sili widens her eyes- she has never been one for enhancements- and Murska laughs.

"Well, you're surely devoted," he says. I smile. A compliment from Murska is a compliment from the whole world.

"Thanks."

"We'll sponsor you, don't worry," Cassa says. "Or, we'll try to. But you're the only person from the entire Enclave to have been chosen, so we'll probably be able to pool our money together." I nod.

"Thanks."

"And where something nice at the parade; you're representing us of the Enclave anyway," Cassa says quietly.

"But of course."

Was that okay? I should really be NaNoing right now. And did anyone notice the Enclave references? Besides the obvious "Enclave" one. ;) 

THIS SOUNDS SUPER COOL!!!!!!!!!!

Name: Clytemnestra "Clymn" (Pronounced like Clim) Ligilemns

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Relation to important Capitol person: She's Snow's niece, so she knows Venen and all the other important people (Is that okay SC?)

Appearance: Flowing snow white hair down to her waist, ice blue eyes, pale skin, petite.

Personality: She's quiet and a bit resentful. Has a wicked good memory and knows the face adn voice of every single person who's ever gone against the capitol. Detests the districts, but is nice to her friends and family. She's smart and knows the inner workings of the capitol.

Physical: She's quick and agile, speedy fast and can climb fairly well. She's in the games to win, so she's been secretely training for a while.

Wait... uh, Ven is Snow's granddaughter. Clym would be her aunt.

Ven Snow

I paced. I paced. I paced.

I wanted to rip Katniss Everdeen's eyeballs out.

I paced.

I was going to be in the Games. In the Hunger Games, just like a lowlife from the Districts.

Plutarch Heavsbee had come yesterday. All the other Capitol people, oh no, they were free to walk the city, albeit they were watched, but Snow's granddaughter? She's so dangerous, she's 14, she's so scary and crazy and liable to try and kill Katniss Everdeen that she just has to be locked up.

I recall saying something like that to Plutarch.

"Now, Venenum Snow," he said, saying it like it was the worst name he'd ever heard.

"Venen," I hissed.

"Now, Venen Snow, I imagine that you'll be a bit upset about the news that I'm going to tell you, so please be calm."

I faced him and sneered. "What? Think I'm going to poison you?" I taunted.

His face hardened. "You're going to be in the Hunger Games. You got the most votes from the districts. The little granddaughter of Snow is going to see and feel exactly how it is to be in the Hunger Games."

I scowled at him. "Sorry. I have to decline. I've got plans, mainly killing Katniss Everdeen."

Plutarch laughed. "This isn't an option." He turned on the screen. "Your grandfather's execution is in three hours. Thought you might like to watch." He turned to leave.

"I get to train, don't I?" Despite my efforts, my voice still quivered the tiniest bit. I was going to be in the Hunger Games. At least with other Capitol kids. Almost all of them were stupid idiots. But they would have to time to train. I wouldn't. Probably. Can't let Snow's granddaughter get the advantage, can we?

Plutarch smiled at me. He smiled like Granddad used to. Snake like. Evil. I can do that smile, too. "Perhaps, if you would be a bit more, say, polite."

I wanted to rip his eyeballs out from their sockets and watch him scream. But I had to train. I know my poisons, I'm not an idiot, I can use a gun, and I know my way halfway around weapons. I still need to train.

I swallowed my pride. "Can I train? Please?"

Plutarch smiled. "Of course, sweetie. I'll leave your door unlocked, but the hallway door will be locked. I'll stock the other rooms with things."

I hate him. He's getting his last games.

Plutarch Heavensbee, now Enemy of Ven No.2, walked out. Coin used to be Enemy of Ven No.2, now she's No. 3

I waited until he was out of earshot, then tried to find the channel that used to be solely devoted to the Games. It's still there, only now, it's my face that keeps passing across the screen. Same announcers. Same attitude. Same excitement. But they call people, from the Districts and from the Capitol, and most of the District people said that they can't wait. They want their revenge. They want to watch the Capitol children die. Some even say that they want everybody with Capitol citizenship to die. Coin of District 13 would never let that happen, though. There wouldn't be enough people to have a mixed gene pool.

They won't watch me die. I'll get out, and then I'll kill every single one of them.

The announcers call Capitol people too. For a few, there's actually a note of worry and sadness in their voices. But the rest are their usual stupid peppy selves. They'll get it once we start dying. They know our faces. We've been attending banquets and parties and most of us are famous. Directly related to someone in power. My cousin, Clym, is in it too.

They're recording me, no doubt. Listening to every sound in the rooms.

I turn up the screen, loud, loud, loud.

I just hope that they can't hear me crying.

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Notes:

1. They actually vote on the last Hunger Games right before Snow is executed, but I moved the time slightly, to maybe a few days ahead. The District people were given 50 canidates, and they voted on which 24 they want as tributes.

2. Um... I don't exactly think that it would be possible for the Capitol kids to just walk around freely, I feel like District people and rebels would be flooding the city in anticipation of Snow's execution, and might throw rocks at them.

3. They've got maybe two days to train.

4. No interviews, maybe a parade. Do you think we should have a parade? Again, the whole rock throwing thing.

5. Arena: Same one as 50th Hunger Games, the one Haymitch was in, but that one was built for 48 tributes, so they moved the forcefields in a bunch. It's described as everything being poisonous, and those fluffy squirrels are actually meat eaters. Only the stuff at the Cornucopia is safe. BUT, for our purposes, not everything is poisonous, not so many mutts.

6. We need some boys.

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New character:

Name: Lucius Marcus Vedsagon

Gender: Boy

Age: 15

Relation to important Capitol person: Son of the guy who does everything with the Peacekeepers. Did everything having to do with the Peacekeepers.

Appearance: Black hair that's not really black hair; it's dyed. Eyes dyed black, so it looks like he's got one big pupil. Numerous tattoos that are, wait for it, black. They don't really mean anything, they're just intricate designs, all over his body.

Personality: Smart. He gets that he's going to have to kill everybody else to win.

Physical: Tall.

Training: He knows how to wield a club, chain, anything that might be used by Peacekeepers.

@SC: I was thinking that she was like Snow's brother's son's daughter. It didn't say that he had a brother, did it? If so, then I must've forgotten...

Is it okay if most of our characters already know each other? They're all famous, so they probably see each other a lot. Oh, and I made up some names for people's parents, so we can change them later.

Amaryllis-

"Ama, get up."

"Mom, go away," I mutter, turning over in bed. She shakes me again.

"Ama, you have to get up. Now." I open my eyes reluctantly and see my mother's face, gray as a heavy raincloud. There's a look of concern in her eyes that I've never seen before.

"What is it?" I ask, worried.

"You have to come see this. There's no time to waste." I grunt and stumble out of bed onto the soft carpet, following my mother into the living room where the huge flat-screen television is on full volume. Plutarch Heavensbee is cheerfully reading names off of a list.

"President Snow's granddaughter..." he says, "Venen Vis Snow!!" Images of Venen flash accross the screen. She's smiling in most of them, that evil smile that looks like it would fit in better on a hungry cobra.

"Next, his grand-niece (A/N: Is it okay if we call her his grand-niece?)... Clytemnestra Ligilemns!!" Clymn's shocking blue eyes replace Ven's gray ones as pictures of the beautiful girl appear on television.

"Caesar Flickerman's daughter... Poppy Flickerman!!" I turn to my mother, worried.

"Mom, what's going on?" I ask. "Why are all these people on TV? Ven and Clymn I can understand, but Poppy? Her dad's, like, retired." For a moment my mother doesn't say anything, just shakes her head. Then she takes a deep breath to steady herself, and says,

"They're going to be tributes in the Hunger Games."

I gasp. "What!?" I scream. "Poppy can't be a tribute, she'd never kill anyone!" My mother looks at me sadly.

"I'm afraid she is, Ama. But that's not the only thing we've got to worry about."

"Wait, what are you...?" I trail off as I realize what she means. My father is the most famous stylist ever to be on the Hunger Games. I could be a tribute too.

"Gamemaker Aegidius Piset's daughter... Ligne Piset!" Plutarch continues rattling off names, but I barely hear them for my heart punding in my ears.

"Dad's only a stylist, right?" I say, more to myself than to my mother. "They're not gonna pick me... they're so not gonna pick me... they can't pick me..." A few minutes pass. Only three names left.

"Corvus Tentson's daughter... Amaryllis Tentson!" My mother screams and faints as my face shows up smiling on the screen. I can only stare. Now I know what all those District tributes felt when their names were picked to go into the arena, as I would watch with faint amusement from my bedroom with a bowl of popcorn, betting with my friends on whether or not they would start crying.

Absolute terror.

P.S. Spammy says "aman". Ama!