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Saya walks out of the room wearing her parade outfit. She looks confused by the bright light and walks over to her district partner. Her stylist had mentioned something about the two of the being connected. She stands there awkwardly not really knowing what to say for a second. Saya has always been good with people-a trait which she finds rather tiring. She feels an almost compulsive need to fill silences such as these. she shifts her weight from her left to her right foot, frowning at the feeling of of unevenness. She's relatively sure that one leg is longer than the other, at least a little bit. She looks up at Kaladin, finally sure of wh

Pheaton: So, Kaladin, what District are you from and what did you do there? Kaladin: District 7. I, um....I worked. Lumber yards. Pheaton: Can you tell us about your family and friends? Kaladin: I..uh...I don't have any family. Not anymore. My mother died when I was young and my father...he died just a few weeks ago. And I don't really have any friends, either. I'm pretty much alone. *shrug* Pheaton: What about that boy you volunteered for? Kaladin: Oh, yeah. I guess we're friends now. Are we friends? Let's say we're friends. His name is Oka. Great kid. Just fantastic. That reminds me..*waves at camera* Hi Oka! He's really great at draw

Pheaton: So, Leenmet- Leenment: Call me Lee. Please. Pheaton: Lee, then. Tell us about your family and friends back home in District 3. Lee: Well, I have quite a large family. Mother, father, two older siblings- a brother and a sister. They're twins. And I have a younger brother. We're close. They're my best friends. But I have other friends, too. Pheaton: Any special talents you think will help you in the Games? Lee: My impressive knot-tying skills. Pheaton: .....that was a joke. Lee: *smiles* Yes, it was a joke. But I'd like my talents to be a bit of a surprise. And trust me, they will surprise. Pheaton: If you were to win the Gam

I wait patiently among the other 17-year-old boys of District 7, absentmindedly twisting the simple gold ring on my left pinkie. The Reaping is here, its now, and, with sudden sickening clarity, I realize I don't care. My name could be drawn out of the Reaping Ball, I could go into that arena and die so far away from home, and no one would be rooting for me. No one would miss me. It wouldnt make any difference. My mother died when I was 10. My father had died in a work accident only last week. I had no siblings. I didn't make friends easily. If I were to die, no one would really notice. They draw the girl Tribute's name first, but I'm n

 It was a sunny day, and that was unfair. It should be raining, I thought, as I ran to the center of town. I was running late, as I was always running late. It would be more dramatic that way. They ask for volunteers, I raise my hand and come on stage just as lightning flashes in the sky... My thoughts trailed off as I got to the center of town, where the Reaping was currently taking place. I snuck quietly into my place among the other 15-year-old girls from District 3 just as the Mayor was reading the list of our District's previous winners. I was dressed as well as a possibly could, which, if I was being honest, was not particularly nic