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Name: Kella (Kell) Connery
Age: 17
District: 10
Bio: Go to Chaacter Profiles

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 Rosaleens 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!"

when do we ride the train??

Name: Rielie Analex
Gender: Female
Age: 16
District: 8
Likes: Running, games, hunting, nature
Dislikes: Rude people, Peacekeepers, the Capitol.
Personality: Slight introvert, carefree but laid back, cheerful front
Bio: (See character profiles) Her character is made for District 11, but since there is no room in this Hunger Games, I'll put her in 8.

Rielie woke up early. Reaping Day. She had barely slept all night worrying, not about herself, but her 12 year old sister, Ilise. She shook Ilise awake and swatted her playfully when she pulled the covers over her head. "Might as well hurry up and go to the Reaping so it will be over with, little one," Rielie said, before she walked into the tiny room you could barely call a kitchen, and kissed her father on the cheek. She knew he was the most worried of all. He already had lost his wife- she was afraid he would lose himself completely if she or Ilise was chosen...
Rielie and her family walked through the crowded streets to where the Reaping would take place. She hugged her father, grabbed her sister's hand, and ducked through the crowds of people to where the kids had to be separated.
Rielie went over by the other 16 year olds after making sure Ilise was ok and in the right age group. They all looked at each other and nodded silently, except for Rielie's best friend Lira, who gave Rielie a tight smile. Rielie was so worried about her sister, she didn't hear anything, and it seemed almost like a dream when she watched the hand pull out a slip from the Reaping bowl, and hear a voice boom "Rielie Analex." Almost in a daze, Rielie walked up to the announcer and shook her hand. Looking out at the people from her District, her friends, her family, the old woman she would always buy rolls from, Rielie realized how much everyone meant to her. And how she would not die in vain. She could do this. She was ready.

Salena Bertram (District 2, Female Tribute)

Salena jumped out of bed and took deep breaths. "Reaping, huh? Oh well, I'm in the strongest district anyway.." Salena laughed. She was excited for the reaping. Salena was 17, but, her name was in there 40 times do to food. She had to keep putting her name in. Salena got on her mini skirt and stomach shirt, the skirt red and the stomach shirt white. "Doo de doo.." Salena sang as she hurried to her mother. "I'll win, okay?" she promised her mom. Her mother nodded. Salena smiled. "There are probably weaklings out there. I was trained for this. I can use both a knife and a bow! I'll win, alright!" Salena ran into the kitchen, where her mother followed behind her. "Who said you will get picked?" Salena's mother wondered. Salena turned to her mother. "Oh, uh." She thought. "I have my name in there 40 times." she laughed. Salena's mother laughed and looked at Salena in stress. Salena poured her cereal and milk into a bowl. "40 out of thousands." she corrected. Salena sighed. "Shut..Up!" she shouted. Salena was actually..Excited. "Now, mother, stay well!" Salena kissed her mother on the cheek and headed out to the reaping. "Here I go." she said to herself. She ran as fast as lightning, Salena was going to win. She felt it in her heart, and, if she died, her father who died in a train crash would be very sad. Salena would go to heaven. Her father..He's in the underworld. The would never be able to look at each other again. So, Salena hurried to the reaping. As they waited for the names to be called, Salena fixed out her skirt. The name was pulled.."Salena Bertram!" the announcer said. Salena took a deep breath and walked to the stage. Slowly. As hours passed after that, Salena hopped on the train to the capitol. When they arrived, Salena scurried in and got ready for her makeover. Salena sat in a room, her body naked. She had a robe on, thankfully. A female stylist walked in and studied Salena's body. "Cho chop!" the stylist shouted. A bunch of other stylists came out. They gave her a hair crown, which lead to a pony tail at the back of her head. And she had long bangs. Salena looked in the mirror as they finished the hair. Salena smiled. "Ready for facial makeover?" One of the stylists said. Salena nodded. They began putting eye lner, eye shadow, lipstick, and blush on Salena. When she looked in the mirror after that, Salena was amazed. "Yay!" she shouted. And the stylists put her into the carriage for the parade. "I'm ready." she smiled. The stylists nodded and waited for the parade to start.