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Name: Kella (Kell) Connery
Gender: Female
Age: 17
District: 10
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The sound of my sister tossing and turning in her bed woke me from my sleep. I turned over on my side and saw her tangled up in her sheets, a pained look on her face. She was having a nightmare as well. Without warining, her eyes sprang open and she let out a gasp. Her green eyes met mine.
"Kell." she whispered.
I rose from my bed and joined her. I wrapped my arms around her shaking body as a way to comfort her. We lay there in silence for a while until my sister finally finds the courage to voice her fear.
"What if I am picked?"
"It's all right, Rosaleen." I whispered, stroking her hair. "You won't be. There are thousands of children in this district and your name is only in there once. Everything will be fine."
The words I spoke were similar to the ones my parents had used on my first Reaping Day. They had given me a small sense of security and I could only hope they did the same for Rosaleen. She did seem to calm down a bit after hearing me say this. She let out a deep breathe and looked up at me.
"Why aren't you scared? You have a greater chance of being picked."
She was right of course. My name was in there much more than once, so there was a higher chance that I would be picked. Why wasn't I scared? Truth be told, I was terrified, but I had learned how to keep my feelings hidden from others. This is what I told my sister.
"Oh, I see." she said and we entered another period of silence.
It was broken by my mother calling us to get out of bed to grab some breakfast. Rosaleen and I walked into the kitchen together. Our five-year-old sister, Teagan, was already sitting at the table, chewing on a small slice of bread, her little legs swinging around. Father was sitting at the table as well. He looked at us as we walked in and said, "Good morning girls."
"Morning, Father." Rosaleen and I said simultaneously.
We sat at the table and Mother handed us each a slice of bread with cheese spread over it. For the next few minutes, the only sound was that of chewing and swallowing. Once the bread was gone, we all went into our rooms to prepare for the Reapings. Half an hour later, my family was out in the street walking to the center of the district with many other families. Rosaleen and I were clad in our best with our hair done up in a neat bun, something my mother had learned from her own mother. When it was time for us to seperate and join the crowd of children from the age of 12 to 18, there were quick good bye kisses and good luck hugs. I held on tightly to Rosaleen's hand, refusing to let go until we were forced to join our age group.
I took a quick look through the crowd of boys and caught the eye of my best friend, Archer. He looked so handsome dressed in his finest. He flashed me a sad smile which I returned before directing my attention back to the stage. The announcer for District 10 was making her was making her way to the microphone.
"Good morning ladies and gentlmen." she said with a smile, showing off her unnaturally white teeth. "It is time to once again to choose the tributes that will be representing District 10 in the Hunger Games. Here it goes!"
She reached her hand into the bowl that held the names of possible female tributes. I could not help thinking that one of them said my sister's name. I quickly prayed that it would not be the one pulled from the bowl.
"And the female tribute for District 10 is...."
The announcer pulled out a slip of paper from the bowl, unfolded it, and read the name.
"Kella Connery!"
It took me a moment to realize that I'm the one she's calling. When I do, everything is like a dream. Somehow, my feet managed to carry me up the stage and all the while I am vaguely aware of someone screaming my name. It was Rosaleen. Finally, I was on the stage, looking out at the crowd. I spotted my mother with her face in her hands, shaking, and my father holding tightly onto Teagan who must have been crying as well. In the pool of children before me, there was a struggle going on. Archer was holding back a fighting Rosaleen, preventing her from getting to me. She caught my eye and settled down, but the tears did not stop streaming down her cheeks.
"Wonderful!" said the announcer as though nothing had happened.

NAME: Rayne Zinnia
AGE: 14
DISTRICT: 11
GENDER: Female
LIKES: Hunting, fishing, berry/fruit picking, anything outdoors
DISLIKES: Reaping Day, the Capitol, mean peacekeepers
PERSONALITY: Shy, sometimes over confident, strong, stubborn

I woke up that day at 4:00 in the morning from a nightmare of the reaping, the Hunger Games, and everything involved. I dreamt that not me, but my older sister, Kyli, had been chosen. She is weak, powerless and would not stand a chance against some of the boys in there. Just then I realized...she wasn't in her bed, in fact she wasn't in the house. Did it really happen? Is the reaping over? Did I forget what happened? Did she get chosen?
Then I hear a faint crying from outside. I stepped outside to find her crying on the step. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Just the fact that I have taken out 3 tesserae each year gives me a better chance of being drawn." she says. She's 17 and she's taken out tesserae every year for my oldest brother Chance, my mom and dad, and herself, so 3 tesserae each year adds up to...24 names of hers in the bowl. I have only taken out 2 tesserae each year, one for me and one for my younger brother Ayden, so I only have 9 names of mine in that bowl of thousands.
"It'll be okay. There are thousands of names in that bowl." I reply. Then barely audible under my breath I say, "I hope."
My brother, Chance, has the same dark blonde hair and grey/green eyes at me. He is tough like me,and likes the things I like. Ayden and Kyli have the same brown/red hair and bright blue eyes. You can tell they are related because they are both really weak but very caring.
We go back in a sleep for another 3 hours, then we get ready. We eat a special breakfast of oranges, pancakes, and berries. I wear a beautiful purple dress that was Kyli's, and she wears an orange blouse and brown pants that were my mother's. Ayden is only 5 and crying his little eyes out like he does every year. Chance is 19 and just glad he doesn't have to go to the reaping again...ever.
We go to the reaping, stand there for a while, then a lady with bluish-green hair walks out and qoutes, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Luckily, the way they have things set up, if I stand in the front left corner of my section, and Kyli stands in the back right corner of her section; we can hold hands. The lady with blue/green hair walks over to the boys bowl and pulls out a name, Gabriel Martin. My sister's "boyfriend". Then she walks over to the girls bowl and pulls out a name, Rayne Zinnia. My sister's grip loosens and she faints. Why? I ask myself Does she know that girl?...then I realize, that's me. Peacekeepers take my sister away, Ayden is screaming now, my mother and father weeping, and the lady with the blue/green hair repeating my name. I slowly walk to the stage, then turn around on the second step and run towards Chance. I get a hug in before the Peacekeepers take me away. It's over, I think, I'll never see my brothers or sister again.

:O Do we need an invite or can we just join?

Name: Melodie Maria Larrabee
Age: 16
Gender:Female
District: 4
Likes:Water, Anything sweet or salty tasting (at the same time is the best), Animals,
Dislikes:Sand, the capitol, Sea cucumber, Wet or rotting wood
Bio: (Character profiles please smile )
Personality:Mostly silent, but outspoken if her views on any particular subject are strong. Slightly clumsy on land. Not the best strategist, acts without thinking of the consequences often. She doesnt like to fight, but in desperate situations will do whatever she can to stay alive. Likes being around animals more than people.



The sky was a dreary gray. Rain fell steadily, like a veil that separated my home, myself from the rest of the world.
"The sky is crying, crying for 23 dying children," I sang softly as a brushed my hair straight, my lips torn between laughing or frowning at the macabre chant. "Beaten and bloody and ripped in half, shocked, in cinders, rotting insides all black," They settled on a disconcerting smirk, which made my reflection seem more amused at myself, as if it knew something I didn't.
I closed my eyes and replaced my mother's hairclips to my bangs, turning away from the mirror. The pier was empty, I could see from the window of my room. My father's fishing boat was already gone, and I'm sure he wouldnt return until I had already left the house. I changed into a light blue dress and fed the fish, tearing a sheet of dried seaweed off of the containerful in the window we were drying for lunch before heading out the door to join the crowd at the reaping.

I don't look for my father in the parent's section, and he doesn't look out for me. I train my eyes to the stage instead. The woman was overdressed, nearly sweating
her makeup off into the reaping ball from the humidity, coughing from the choking stench of saltin the air. I stifled a laugh, those moronic capitol clowns.
She strides up to the boys side first unceremoniously, and picks the first slip of paper from the top.
"James Wolf" I don't take a close look at him. I didn't know the kid, never will now. I'll see enough of him on TV tonight.

The woman's obnoxious reference to our district, a turquoise opalescent eyeshadow is now rolling in drops down her cheek. She pushes on to the girls' reaping ball, obviously in a hurry to get inside. Shes barely smiling. "And now our fortunate girl-" She reaches into the ball, really digging around the slips. "Melodie Larrabee!"
Suddenly, the misty rain becomes icicles down my back. Some classmates from school glance pityingly at me and step back, as if I've suddenly got some contagious disease. My breath catches in my chest. A peacekeeper materializes by my side, takes my roughly by the elbow and I glare lasers over my shoulder in the general direction i thought of whoever pointed me out. Satisfied I made my point, I turn my attention to the stage, the boy named James, at the large wooden doors of the official building behind him that will sever me from the world i grew up in. A ghost of a wilted smirk stretches my lips. I mouth my song back to myself. The sky is crying, crying for 23 dying children

I took alook at the girl form my district. I only get a quick glane before the peace keepers take me tourgh the wooden doors. iwas taken to a succled room. I only knew one person was going to come to say farewell to me . my brother. When he got in he ran starghit for me and wrapped me in an extermly tight hug. i gave him a softer hug back. he let go. as i looked at him. i was reminded of myself at his age. i knelt down to see him eye to eye.
"James do you have to do this?" he asked. i couldn't find my voice.
"Fang." my voice choked.
"If i didn't have to I wouldn't. But you rember the girl who always helps us?" I said.
" Max?" he said starting to tear up.
i had to force the tears back.
"yeah her. you know where to find her. she will help you. and here take this." i said giving him a patch of my jacekt. the pacth only had a wolf on it. but i knew it would give Fang some comfort. the peacekeepers took him away. i thought no one was going to come but i was wrong. i had one more. A red head girl. with firey red eyes. It was Max.
"So come to see off fire?" I said to her.
"You know i couldn't let you die without telling you not to get killed.Wolf." she said looking at me. we always had akward moments.but this was differnt.
"James listen i want you to take this."
She handed me a small gloden patch. this one had two silver wolves on it. howling at the moon.
"it belonged to my father. but seeing as you gave your pacth to Fang. i think you deserve one." she said. I put it in the same slot the old one was in and it fit perfectly.
"Thank you Max." I said.
she reached out her hand. but i pulled her into a hug.
"take care of Fang please."
"i will ." she said before the peacekeepers took her away.

"Gabriel Martin!" my sister's "boyfriend". Great now she's crying. And when I get called she faints. Great that kid doesn't even like me in the first place because I've been trying to break them up. He's gonna kill me first.
NAME: Gabriel Martin
AGE: 17
GENDER: male
DISTRICT: 11
LIKES: my sister, fishing, his twin brother Tek
DISLIKES: the Capitol, Peacekeepers, me