Auditions and Audition Guidelines

To audition for this OCT, there are several things you need to do:

1. You must create a full body reference of your character that's preferably colored, unless you're a writer. If you choose to compete using a writing medium, then you can have an elaborate description of your character as your reference (although we will still highly encourage you to come up with an image of your character in case you are paired with a visual artist as an opponent. You are allowed to have another artist create a reference for you as long as you give them due credit). You must also specify which district they are from (any district number between 1 to 12) and their age. Other details such as personality, physical descriptions such as height and weight, and specialty in weapons are also welcomed. This group has also provided a reference sheet template that you may choose to use.

2. Your character's beginning story where they are introduced to the Hunger Games should at least include the Reaping with your character being chosen as tribute, and the audition should end with them entering the arena. The mentoring, training, and interview process can also be included along with any backstory your character may have, but they are not required for your audition.

You may audition as many times as you like for different characters, but only one of your auditions can be chosen.

Below is our roster for entrants thus far. If you plan on entering, try to aim for positions that no one has auditioned for yet - this will help in keeping the tournament organized and help you in getting past audition cuts (tip: you will only be judged against those who apply for the same spot, choose your competition wisely!). We will not force you to apply for a vacant spot if you really want a position someone has already taken, but keep our advice in mind

If you want your character to be added to the list, please note the group with the link to your reference and the first page of your audition. Do not comment on our journals with your links - journal comments do not appear in our inbox most of the time, so we may not see them.

You may not claim a spot unless you have created a character reference first.

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Ref: Audition: Audition: Azlin BluestoneI held in a gasp as the needle pricked my finger, the Peacekeepr grabbed it and pressed it firmly down onto the card, imprinting my fingerprint on it. She let go, and I moved on. I looked around the Town Square of District 1, feeling a wave of nerves grasp my stomach as I caught sight of the faces communing in the space. A giant TV screen occupied the entire wall next to the Town Hall and the Law Courts, and below that was a large stage upon which were a few gilded chairs, and a silver microphone. The Square had been cleaned and polished till it shone, and shone it did. The gold district crest sitting above the finely detailed columns of the Town Hall was so bright it hurt my eyes to look at it. The fountain was bubbling precariously in the centre with the water more crystal clear than it had ever been, as was the newly installed statue of the President in the right corner of the Square, to commemorate the end of the rebellion. The rebellion that District 1 had been forced to fight alo



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Ref: Audition: Aurora Valentine Audition~May the odds be ever in your favor~
The very first Hunger Games would be starting soon. What would it be like? Do the tributes really have to kill each other, or is it just an event like the Olympics? People looked excited to find out what it was going to be about, and others were terrified. Me? Well, I was terrified; I didn't want to die like this. I would much rather die because of old age than be killed. What if I was picked? I didn't want to kill anyone, but I had to. That's why my father trained me. We were training ever since it was announced that there was going to be a Hunger Games, but they never told us what it was going to be, except that it would take a lot of skill to win.
Rumor has it that the entire Panem, the new name for the U.S. we got after we rebelled, is going to watch the games. If the tributes really had to kill, everyone would watch their deaths. I would much rather be in it than watch reality tv, which is more like a horror movie. Why couldn't the Capitol thin
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Reerix Altros, District 3 entryName: Reerix Altros
Age:16
District: 3
Gender: male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120
Eye color: green
Hair: brown, medium length for a guy, wavy
Token item: a silver armband that goes around his right upper arm. It has no designs on it, but it used to be his mother's.
Bio: His mother died after giving birth to him so he was alone by his father and grandfather. He is an only child. By the age of 14 he had started working in the factories with his father having finished his education early. His knowledge proved useful on the factory floor, as their job was to create weapons for peacemakers. Every year during the summer, they would also construct the land mines used in the hunger games. Due to the dangerous nature of the work, he took a few deactivated landmines and reconstructed them into a mechanical arm. He then returned to work using the arm to handle the explosives more safely. The arm also had a small welding torch in the hand. It was a rather simple machine, designed to work without softwa
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Hunger Games OC: Thorazine LenzName: Thorazine Lenz
Nickname: Goes by "T" or "Thor" (because I'm far too lazy to write out "Thorazine")
Age: 18
District: 3
Gender: Female
Height: 6'6" (She's supposed to be freakishly tall.)
Weight: 268 3/4 lbs.
Physical Description: REALLY curly black hair that goes down just past her waist, but she usually ties it into a ponytail. She has bright green eyes with little tinges of yellow, and long eyelashes.
She is really good with anything electrical, be she's really good with hand-to-hand combat, due to her upbringing in the slums of District 3.
She has a small scar that cuts though her left eyebrow, and literally splits it in half.
Personality: Thor is often very afraid of hurting people, although she hates bullies and would beat the crap out of you is she thinks you're being rude. Most people are a little intimidated by her size, but once you get to know her, you find out that she's quite nice- although in the Hunger Games, it's unlikely you'll get past the "intimidation" stage.
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Ref: Audition: Lucerna's AuditionNo matter how much air I try to suck in, my lungs' need for oxygen can't be satisfied. I bolt upright and claw hot, constricting sheets from my shaking body before stumbling my way over to the bedroom window. I heave it wide open, gasping in gulps of smoggy morning air like a fish thrown from it's lake. My own anxiety is suffocating me.
It takes several frantic breaths for me to calm myself down, my body obviously not on the same (much more controlled) page as my mindset. However, I have every reason to be nervous. Today is the day us Districts finally receive our "proper punishment" from the Capitol for rebelling against them, as if the complete and utter annihilation of District Thirteen hadn't been enough, or at the very least the poverty all the Districts, particularly Five, Eight, and my home of Three were facing right now. In the midst of rebuilding after all the destruction done during the war, we had more weight placed on our shoulders when the establishment of the Hunger Games
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Ref: Audition: HG OCT Audition: Ofelia QianWhen the man from the Capitol read her name off the slip of paper, Ofelia Qian uttered a phrase that was censored from the reruns.
One piece of paper among hundreds, even thousands. The one name that the escort—a man that went by the absurd name of Titanianus Starr who had hair that looked like it had suffered a terrible accident involving a rabid pack of Skittles—plucked out with his equally blinding nails just had to be hers. Not Lea, who was old enough to have her name in six times. Not Thana, who'd entered her name God knew how many times for tesserae.
And Ofelia had been stupid enough to be happy that she'd narrowly avoided having her name put in a second time.
When she didn't move, a pair of Peacekeepers dragged her up to the stage. She bit and kicked, not out of any hope that she'd escape, but for the sheer satisfaction of giving them a hard time. They finally tossed her onto the stage, and Ofelia turned around and ripped off a mocking salute.
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Ref: Audition: HG OCT: Roarke Farryn Audition (UPDATED)Long, Sleepless Night.
Those of District 4 had watched, as all were required to do, the Reaping of six young girls and boys from Districts 1 through 3, and, after much ado, the long awaited day had finally arrived within the boundaries of their own home. There had been cause of much curiosity when those from the Capital had come to erect the stage and screens in the center of town for the following day's events. It was all anyone could talk about, as well as, what no one wanted to acknowledge. Fear lay beneath every careful word and concealed glance, more so for those with children of age. While their District was fairly well off compared to those that would need to seek the aid of the Capital, the knowledge that all those eligible were at least entered once could not be ignored. Almost every boy and girl of age had an equal chance of becoming the one selected.
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Ref: Audition: HG OCT Audition: Cheryl LaoThe fresh tang of salt on the breeze brought a welcome reprieve from the reek and press of bodies in the town square. Shoulder-to-shoulder with other potential tributes, Cheryl had to wonder if this was the best place to hold the reaping. The town had a generously proportioned central square, but it wasn't built to hold the entire population of District Four. Packed in as they were, people still spilled into the adjacent streets, unable to witness the ceremonies if not for the live-feed screens placed at strategic intervals.
The drone of hovercrafts overhead reminded her that Peacekeepers kept a watchful eye over them all. If nothing else, Reaping Day meant they were too busy with crowd control to antagonize her folks in particular.
Fame. Admirers. A lifetime of luxury. More food and supplies for the entire district. The escort rained promise after promise upon the crowd, and in some of the drawn, worn faces there was a glint of hope. Maybe their future looked a little less bleak if th
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Ref: Audition: HG-OCT Tress Galton AuditionPart I: The Reaping
"Don't worry, Tress. You're going to be okay. You're going to go out there; they will call someone's name. It will all be over in an hour." My mother fiddles with my hair and hands me my nicest clothes: a stained ten-year-old dress shirt from my grandfather and matching shorts.
I don't take her words to heart. "Mom, what if the person they call is me?" I ask as I pull on my shirt.
"It won't."
"But how do you know, Mom? It has to be someone." She fixes my blonde hair a bit more, stepping back to see how I look.
She frowns. "If we're going to tell the truth, then yes, it could very well be you. But out of all of the people in Twelve, it won't. You'll be fine." Patting me on the back, she walks out of the room and closer to the door. "Come on, Tress!" she yells. "We have to be in the square in three minutes. Hustle!"
I run after her, nearly tripping on my dog as I walk by. "Oh, sorry, Bub," I say apologetically. I give Bub a small tap on the head. "I'll be back in a li
Ref: Audition: Walter Wiliest Hunger Games OCT AuditionName: Walter Wiliest.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5.5"
Weight: 115lbs
District: 6
Weapon: Knives, Spears, and traps
Token: Rubik cube
Tick. Tick. Tick. Went the alarm clock. The sky was just turning blue; the stars were almost gone. Downstairs I heard the feet of my mother starting to make breakfast. The house was unusually silent. It was the day of the Reaping. I tapped the alarm clock, turning it off. I got up and got dressed in my finest clothes. I could hear my sisters now talking in hushed tones. We had breakfast in utter silence. I was the oldest, 15 winters. My sisters were born on the same day; they were 11 winters. My dad died in the war against the Capitol. My sisters help my mom around the house and sell the pretty clothes they make. Because I have a great mind, I was allowed to work at the factories, despite my young age. I could fix everything there and build new stuff just like a grown man could do.
On my way to the factories I fiddled with a trinket an old man gave to m
Ref: Audition: HG OCT: Garrett Lykke Audition- - - - The Reaping
Garrett scratches a mosquito bite on his arm and looks up at the grey fabric of the tent, several hundred meters up.  He is glad to be out of the sun, but the tent is only so large.  All the adults and the younger children stand in a vast crowd stretching throughout the dry plains, bordered only by armed uniformed men.  Straw hats and kerchiefs flap rhythmically, doing little to disturb the simmering air.  Around the perimeter and above the stage, white screens loom over the area, their faces depicting the camera's vision.  But it is near noon and the screens' immense heights provide no shade.  Garrett yearns for the chilly Svannish winters, a tangible contrast to District Six's unending summer.
Speakers around the bedecked stage in front blare a marching anthem as four people ascend the stage, two of them dressed as if dipped in rainbow paints, two of them in black.  The blue-haired man an

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Ref: Audition: HG OCT: Rhona Velaro Auditioni. the odds
The Reaping is all District 6 talks about for weeks.
Rhona has never held much truck with mingling with the upper classes, but even she finds out about it a few days before it's set to happen. It's Peacekeeper Saclay who tells her about it as he tosses her in her usual cell. Not that Rhona makes a habit of getting caught, but the Peacekeepers who patrol the slums are an all right sort. They have to be, because the slums police themselves, and they don't take kindly to anyone else trying to do the job for them. And if you get arrested once in a while to keep the Peacekeepers' quota numbers up, sometimes they'll give you a stale bun and a drink while you're warming the cell for them, which is not an offer to be sneezed at.
Anyway, Saclay mentions it as he passes her bun through the bars, and so of course she has to persuade him to loiter by the cell door for another half hour and explain it all to her. How all the kids have to put their names in, and how there's perks



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Ref: Audition: Wax Uncertain HG-OCT AudWax Uncertain
"What about the male tribute from District Seven?  What was his name?  Something jumbled, right?"
"Rasputen Rucks sir, though the commentators have taken to calling him Rucks.  What did you want to know?"
"I don't know, anything.  Can we use him?  What do we know about him?"
"Not much sir.  It doesn't seem like there's much to know and he hasn't spoken once since he entered the capitol."
"Not once?  What happened at his interview then?"
"Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  He didn't brag, he didn't cry, he just didn't speak.  Just stared into the crowd the entire time until they went silent.  Could have heard a pin drop.  Then he just stood up and walked off the stage and let the guards escort him back to his room."
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Ref: Audition: Jack Rackam
                                              
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A loud and painful siren sounded over the loudspeakers, calling the entire factory to attention. The incessant noise of grinding wheels and whirring sewing machines rapidly descended into silence. Conveyor belts jerked to a stop, tools were set aside, and the distant sound of footsteps began to grow into a rhythmic cacophony as the countless workers streamed in through the towering doorways. With blank eyes and sallow faces, the workers marched to the main floor where they would experience the consequences of their people's rebellious actions.
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Ref: Audition: Cuff Witherine Audition (Hunger Games OCT)"Come on Cuff…Wake up…CUFF! WAKE THE HELL UP!!"
A large 19 year old boy pushed around a 15 year old girl on a bed that legs have been ruined so the bed sat on the ground. There were mumbles and stirs soon a head popped out a thin woven blanket. Dark circles hung underneath her lush green eyes. Orange hair tangled in knots. Cuff stretched letting out a small moan before rubbing her eyes adjusting to the light coming through the window. The boy stood next to the window with his hands on hips.
"Now get up and get dressed. We have to take you to the reaping thing." He said with a slight sigh and ruffling his more vibrant orange hair. Cuff slowly sat up.
"What about mama and papa, Denim?" She scratched her head while tilting it to the side.
"They had to go the store; an old lady is apparently willing to pay double if they will stitch up her dress right now."  Denim's blue eyes clearly showed pity. "You know they are struggling with money…" Cuff only nodded. She poin
Ref: Audition: Lunar's Reaping - for HungerGames-OCT--------------------------
Lunar's Reaping:
"We have to be in the square by two. Hurry up," snapped her mother. Lunar said nothing, just continued to comb Andromeda's thick, long hair.
"Ouch!" her sister cried, jerking away. "Watch it. You'll pull out all of my hair at this rate."
Lunar said nothing, and just continued to comb Andromeda's hair. Again. Her eyes were dull as they looked into the tangled mess in front of her.
"Oh, never mind, I'll do it!" her mother yelled angrily, snatching the brush from Lunar's hand and raking it down Andromeda's mane.
Lunar turned, saying nothing, as usual. Her hand clutched the doorknob. It was shaking with rage.
She was in the hallway now; the dirty white walls encasing her like an animal in some highway of death. Because where would she go, in this life? Most likely nowhere. It would almost be a relief to be chosen for these 'games'. No, she took that back. She didn't want to touch anything belonging to the Capitol. It revolted her to even think of



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Ref: Audition: Kallen Ward auditionGrowing up, Kallen was a completely normal, healthy boy. He had friends, did well in school and was ecstatic to have a younger sister around. His family was rather wealthy, owning one of the larger weapons factories in the district, and turned a cold shoulder to the rebellion. As far as they were concerned, there never was a war. His parents spoiled him and his sister rotten.
However around the age of twelve, strange things started happening. Nothing major, a whisper of words that knew no source, the occasional sight of someone laughing at him, visible only out of the corners of his eyes. Worried, he told his parents who thought nothing of it. He's just trying to get attention or something, it'll pass.
He believed them for a while, if he ignored her, she would go away. But the more he tried to ignore it, the more persistent it became.
"I just want to help you."
"It's a shame you're too stupid to see it."
"I really care about you Kallen, you're special, you're real."
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Ref: Audition: Caleb Noley Audition OCT
The First Annual Hunger Games
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Name: Caleb Noley
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 165 pounds
District: 9 (Grain)
Weapon: Knives and defensive techniques
Token: A locket
The Reaping
I had been here many times in my dreams.  I lived it over and over again that torturous night; where the moon shone coldly down on all the sufferings of the world.  The blood on my hands felt wet and sticky, the body in my arms cold and lifeless.  I watch myself in anguish, but there was nothing I could do.  Nothing I ever did would ever help.  
I woke up.  The small shanty house felt cold, very cold—and alone.  Today was the day of the reaping, where one boy and one girl from each district will be chosen for a painful reminder of the uprising we failed to succeed.  Looking out the window I saw smoke coming from the chimneys and slowly rising to the clear blue sky.   
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Name: Kitanna (Kit) Novenn
Age:  15
District: 9
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 121
Personality: Kit is a fun, kind and unusual girl. She likes to roughhouse and fool around, and can be quite sarcastic. She's usually quiet and can come off as awkward to some people.
Appearance: Kit has medium length wavy dark brown hair, and brown eyes. In her left eye there are splinters of green since she has Heterochromia (eyes of two different colours). She also has lots of freckles across her nose. Usually she wears torn jeans or pants, skate shoes, and always a t-shirt. On top of that she likes to wear a black sweater, or another black sweater with no sleeves.
Body type: Kit has a short compact upper body, and long strong legs, she has long strong arms as well, which give her an odd, almost spidery look.
History: Kit lives on a farm, in a house of all brothers. Kit's parent's died when she was little, so her eldest brothe
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Irony. Panem was riddled with it. I watched the surprise cross Beth's face as her name was called from the stage.  Her hair was prettily braided, her little dress ironed to perfection.  Her short leg was hardly noticeable today.  A mournful murmur rippled throughout the crowd. Our district's escort, Claudius Crissky, called out her name again in his irritatingly cheerful voice. Of course it would be her, I thought bitterly, feeling the anger rise in my chest. Of all the people that could have been picked for the first Hunger Games, as the Capitol had deemed them, it would be the most innocent child in District 9. Beth had erased the dismay from her face and now limped forward bravely, sandwiched between two peacekeepers. I bit my lip. The entire square was quiet, wanting to do something but too afraid to speak up. Just how the Capitol wanted us to be. Our spirits crushed, standing by like docile pets. I looked at the small retreating b
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Ref: Hunger games tribute Asher
Name: Asher Theorella
Age: 15
Gender: Boy
district: 10
Looks: He has blonde hair that goes down to his neck and childlike brown eyes. He's tall and skinny, but still strong because he's worked on a farm since he was young. He has freckles and a near permanent tan from being outside so much, and a crooked nose because he fell off a horse and broke it.
Personality:He's a pessimist who thinks that everything will eventually go wrong. Because of this, he tries to plan for pretty much everything. He has a huge soft spot for animals, cute or ugly and has always dreamed of running a farm with his, um, "friend" Terrin. He's also quite shy when meeting people because he's been bullied for a long time. He isn't happy about his home and complains often, but when he meets the other tributes, he shuts up because he realizes how lucky he's been.
Strengths: Strong, good at strategy, knows about animals, not too trusting
Weaknesses: slow, inexperAudition: Asher's Audition   Asher bolted upright, his clammy hands gripping the covers. He looked around wildly, stopping when he realized that he was safe in his own room. It was just a dream; it was all just a dream. He laid back down, trying to get his heart to stop trying to jump out of his chest. Why was he so scared? It was the same dream he'd been having all week, though it still shook him to the core.
   He saw himself stand in the center of a jungle (at least, he thought it was a jungle. Being from district 10, he'd never se was the plains outside the electric fence.) surrounded by 22 corpses. They varied in size, age, race, different people every time. He held a bloody axe, grinning like a maniac. He never saw the murders, but it was pretty clear who the culprit was.
   Suddenly the last remaining tribute, a silhouetted figure, appeared. It perched on a tree branch, arrow ready. It looked like he and the tribute were yelling at eachother for a bit, but asher co

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Ref: Audition: Tanith Riley AuditionThe Reaping
I woke to the sound of birds singing. A shaft of sunlight came in through the small window of the bedroom I share with my siblings, who were still snoring softly. Everything seemed like a good omen; for everyone else it was the complete opposite. Today is the first ever reaping. The day when we started paying the price for defying the Capitol.
  Every other child in the nation of Panem will be quaking with fear of the unknown; every parent would be hoping that it wouldn't be their family that would have their private pain paraded for the entertainment of the citizens of the Capitol. I, on the other hand, was as calm as could be. Not because I knew for sure that I wouldn't have my name called, oh no. Quite the opposite. It was a certainty that my name would be called. And so, I was welcoming it.
   I crept quietly downstairs to get myself breakfast. Although District 10 was quite poor, there was never a shortage of food. Admittedly, we rarely got the
Ref: Hunger Games OCT- Icarus
Full Name: Hadley Alden
Nickname: Icarus (she goes by this)
Reason For That Nickname: She has always enjoyed the concept of flight and sometimes secretly wishes she has wings. When she was a child, she was so determined to fly that she jumped off a fence− it ended badly, of course. Her family calls her Icarus in tradition of the Greek myth with a similar plot.
Age: 16
District: 10
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
Body shape: Stick−thin and gangly
Height: 5 feet 9 inches− her family is rather on the tall side
Weight: 120 pounds
Shoe size: Ten
Token: A silver charm that looks like a large feather, given to her by a close friend. She wears it on a leather string underneath her shirt.
Appearance: Her hair is brown and falls down to her chin. She wears short bangs. She cuts her hair herself, which often leaves it looking choppy and uneven. Her eyes are a dark green. She has a wide smile with clean but seriously crooked teeth. Her face is bony and pointy, and her skin is seriAudition: Clipped Wings- Reaping AuditionThat morning Icarus ran through the fields of District 10 like a hunted animal. She'd burst out the back door and flew across the yard, dodging haphazard fence posts and chickens alike. When she leapt over the final fence, she took off in a sprint and never looked back. This time of year the meadows and the wheat withered down to yellow, shriveled husks, and with every step she made a point to crush them all down beneath her feet. She sprinted so hard that her legs ached and her lungs hurt, but she forced herself to keep going. She had to keep going. She was too afraid of what would happen if she stopped.
Gasping for air, she arrived at Julia's doorstep in a mess of ripped, stained clothes and bare, bleeding feet. The sweat dripped down her skin and glued her shirt to chest, her hair to her head. Her whole body was covered in perspiration: the air boiled with the heat of summer and her body boiled with the heat of what was to come.
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Ref: Audition: Carsten Welshrose: Audition
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There was an eerie muteness in between footsteps as Carsten strode down the white
plastered hallways of the training center, amid the fat man in red and the sly man behind him.  
"We can stop right here" The sly one asserted.  
"Oh, but are you sure? You haven't even seen the city yet." The fat one began "There is to be the welcome commencement and--"  
   
"No," said the sly one. "I'll take him from here, Bishop. I think it's best that we start early. I'll hand him back to you when he's ready."  
No questions where asked by the man in red when the sly one decided what to do. The two men were as dissimilar as night and day. Bishop North, who was as rotund as a man could be, was bundled up in red finery and golden trinkets from toes to chins. His fur coat was crimson, his gloves were salmon, and even his knickers were a bright hue of scarlet. In all honesty he looked more like a swollen pomegranate than the representative of

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Ref: Audition: Charolette Greene's ReapingThis is it. That dreaded day everybody hates. The day where the Capitol chooses two tributes, one boy and one girl from each of the 12 districts. They have to fight to the death and whoever wins lives happily ever after. Supposedly. The Capitol isn't very fair. That's my opinion.
"Charlie?" says a little high voice from down the hall.
That's Zelenka, my little sister. She used to have a twin Zaira but she died from fever awhile.
She walks into the room we share. In her hand is an aqua blue dress. It goes down to just after my knees and has an empire waist. Apparently this was my Grandma's dress. Huh. I don't want to wear a dress.Why can't we just wear are normal clothes? But, No, it has to be a special occasion and the Capitol has to make a big deal out of it and make it seem great that 23 innocent kids have to die. I'm surprised Sasha, my Mom is actually letting me wear it. She hates me and Zelenka, thinks we are to much work, just two more mouths to feed and boss around. Talk about w
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Ref: Audition: Hunger Games OCT Audition: Eleanor BarmierCoal dust hung in the air choking Ellie. It was overcast as usual in district 12, with the dry air making it hard to breath. Ellie stood in line with the other 17 year old girls. She didn't stand out her dark brown hair falling peacefully at her sides, the gray eyes held no importance; she wasn't ugly but not beautiful either. The only thing extraordinary one could find in her was her speed. She was as fast as a deer some would say, well the people who have even seen a deer. During the revolution most people hid out in the coal mines and the smart people didn't. Either way the population had decreased by a very large amount. The only reason Ellie was alive was due to the fact that she was out gathering food for the people in the mines when they were bombed. That's when district 12 surrendered due to the small population. In any case here they were all standing in the rubble of what was supposed to be town square waiting for the names of the two unlucky souls who would have to compete i