Hunger Games: Fandom Style

District 2 (Peter and the Starcatchers)

Author's Note: Of all the worlds I raided in search of players for the Games, this is almost certainly the least well known, so I thought I'd include a brief explanation for those unfamiliar with it. Peter and the Starcatchers is an adaptation of Peter Pan that explores the origins of Peter, Hook, Tink, and the Lost Boys. Among other changes, pixie dust is replaced with stardust, a rare and precious substance that can transform fish into mermaids, birds into pixies, and boys into flying immortals. That's not all there is to it by a long shot, but it should be enough to get you through the chapter if you don't feel like hunting the series up and giving it a read.

For a district whose specialty was masonry, District 2's orphanage was in terrible shape.
Not that Peter Pan knew much about architecture. He was just personally of the opinion that ceilings should leak in only one or two places, not over twenty, and that none of those leaks should be directly over his bed.
He was also of the opinion that Camara Rundoon should stop lecturing them and just get on with the reaping. His heart was about to beat out of his chest.
Molly Aster smiled at him from her place in the girl's section. That didn't help his heartbeat at all, but he tried to look at ease to impress her.
Tubby Ted elbowed him. Peter elbowed him right back. It was none of Ted's business if Peter wanted to smile at Molly.
Prentiss snickered, but the sound cut off abruptly as Camara's electric blue, clawlike fingernails descended into the girls' bowl. Tink caught on to Peter's nervousness even from his pocket and chimed curiously.
Peter put a hand on his pocket to quiet her. The last thing they needed was President Snow getting his hands on some stardust.
"Savannah Moorless."
Don't do it, Molly, don't do it, don't do it -
But she was an eighteen year old starcatcher, trained to do it, so she stepped forward and volunteered.
Peter was still cursing her when the claws descended again. "James Nunson."
The tiny twelve year old went white as a sheet. Tears trembled in his too big eyes. He stumbled forward.
I won't do it, Peter thought fiercely. I won't, I won't, I don't care what they say, Molly's got the locket, she can share with him if she wants to. I won't.
But his traitorous feet, feet that would never grow one inch bigger, feet that could fly at will, feet that were maybe, after all these centuries, just a little tired of all that flying, and not growing, and watching as everyone else did, and the world changed and the Wendys died - because that wasn't the original Molly, oh, no - well, those feet were already making their way to the stage, with the help of his traitorous tongue.