The 100th Annual Hunger Games Quarter Quell: District Revenge

Mason Corduroy ~ Pin Acknowledgement

"Simonty Chase!"

Ugh, he thinks he's so cool with his tailored suit from District 8. Before he started walking, he adjusted his silk bow tie that was wrapped around his collar and strutted towards Divine like he's some type of male model. When are these people ever going to learn that there's no coming back. Who are you impressing? The Districts don't care, they only want to see you get murdered by someone you've grew up with since birth. But of course, reluctant Panem takes it as if though this is a game. It's a game within a game. To win you have to play, and to play must mean you are on board with accepting your faith which is sudden death.

"Perin Cole!"

Just one more tribute to add to my "Watch out or they'll kill ya'" list. Perin can shoot no better than Caldesia.

"The thirteen Districts will like to thank you for your sacrifice by honoring you with this symbolic gold pin, Perin Cole you are, T twenty six."

"Thank you ever so very much Divine," before he walks off, Perin does a wave to the cameras.

"Vincent Pierce!"

Don't really know what to say about Vincent, I'm sure he will be one of Slade's allies. Just another reason for me to sleep with one eye open in the arena, if I survive the bloodbath.

"The thirteen Districts will like to thank you for your sacrifice by honoring you with this symbolic gold pin, Vincent Pierce you are, T twenty seven."

Vincent sits down and gives Slade an approving nod.

"What was that for?" I whisper to Slade.

He's still smiling and talking through his teeth when he says, "Just forming my alliance."

"The Tribute Social hasn't even arrived yet!" I hiss.

All Slade does is chuckle and smile.

The Tribute Social is after our final goodbyes to our parents and loved ones. The Social takes place at a resort in the Capitol made especially for the Games. We are allowed to stay there for the night instead of going straight into the Districts where the live interviews and other events are held. The Tribute Social is like a red carpet event for The Hunger Games. The spa resort is for the after party. Everything is just for us, a time to chill and relax before we claw ourselves to the top. We Tributes spend the time there forming alliances and getting better acquaintance with the ones who we will soon pursue as a target. Usually that's around the time where we talk about strategies and game plans. Not now.

"Come on Mason, we could use you," Slade pleads.

"You're begging me now?" I question.

"Anything to be the top alliance group," Slade admits.

"I'll pass on your offer," The air just got uncomfortably thick.

Slade let's out another chuckle. "See you in the Games, Mason."

This is what they want. Friends verses friends, family verses family. It was never like that before. My parents where big fans of the Games. Always routing on their favorite Tributes from the Districts and betting on who lives and who dies. That's actually how they met. At a gambling sight on the urban area's of the Capitol. People would have playing cards with the kids reaped that year and bet on who will be crowned Victor based on their training scores and interviews. For Christmas, I remember begging for those same Victor cards. They're laminated holographic cards with every Victor from the District Games. Mother always said she didn't want to support anything from the Districts by purchasing their goods. I don't blame her.

"Evander Gage!"

Slade is focused, I could tell he really wants Evander on his team. Just like he wants me. But I'm not that weak for fame and fortune.

"Divine," Evander says shaking her hand then lightly kissing it. She giggles. Pervert, prying on fourteen year old's I see?

"The thirteen Districts will like to thank you for your sacrifice by honoring you with this symbolic gold pin, Evander Gage you are, T twenty Eight."

Evander walks back to his seat.

So it's me, Avalon, and Ellaydra. I don't see anyone else in our pack, even though I'd like it if one of us was skilled in long range weapons. I guess there will be pretty much to learn during the Training sessions. I don't really know my weapon of choice. Maybe a spear. It's very manly and I think I could impress Avalon with it, if I only knew how to throw one. Slade will most likely will hog the blades. But then I rember something from the previous Games. One of the tributes were pretty handy with blades aswell. He used them for something else other than stabbing. Blade tossing! Why didn't I think of that at first.

"Slade," I say nudging him.

He looks at me and raises one of his eyebrows.

"You're pretty good with blades, right?"

"Highly skilled," he bloats.

"Can you throw them?"

"I'm not bad." By his reaction, I could tell he's probably excellent at throwing blades. If he can throw them, he's probably pretty handy with throwing tridents, spears, swords, and shruikins. If his aim is good, I doubt he wouldn't be able to shoot with a decent arrow or cross bow. He's a Well Rounded Victor for sure.

"Xander Green!" Divine yells holding ip Xander's gold pin.

He walks to Divine, smiling off into the sunset. I could tell my fellow football team mate does not want to be here as much as I do, but he's trying to survive. The thing about the Games is that they don't just start in the arena. They begin once your name is reaped from the glass bowl. That's when the real Hunger Games start.

"The thirteen Districts will like to thank you for your sacrifice by honoring you with this symbolic gold pin, Xander Green you are, T twenty nine."

"Thank you Divine, and thank you to the thirteen Districts for providing me with food, shelter, clothes on my back and-" he buttons his pin to the color oh his vest. "this lovely gold symbol of the Capitol." The District Officials applaud him for his well spoken speech.

Xander has always been the most, charming player on the team. Him being the Quarterback is the cause for most of his charm and charisma. He is definatley the face of our Secondary school. Girls throw them self at Xander and fall head over heels for him, and when he doesn't want that particular girl, he voluntarily hands her over to me. Being his friend has some perks. Maybe being his ally will bring me luck too. But Xander is in it to win, not to protect Avalon. Then again, it wouldn't be bad having the extra muscle strength on our team. He'd probably love to show off his guns to Ellayda; They've had a thing for each other since primary school but were too afraid to show it because of "Social Statuses". I'll ask him, only because we're such good friends. What's the worst he can say? No?