(What? Revere, the tribute who was Carolina-Ax's partner is also my tribute? Why yes, as it happens he is. Read on to see the unfolding of the two's utter dimise from his point of view..)

FORM:

Name: Revere Ashton

Age: 16

District:6

Weapon of choice: He is most likely to rely traps and intelligence then actually participate in hand to hand combat, though if push comes to shove knives would be his choice.

Appearance: Revere is tall thin and lanky standing at 6'3. He has shoulder length jet black hair that is generally slicked back. He has amber, almost golden eyes, and a handsome, if not angular face.

Personality:Polite people cautiously say "He's a little eccentric." Honest people say "He's totally off his rocker." But who could blame them? He's not like mental hospital crazy but he's still crazy! People suspect it might be because of his history, but who could tell? While he's working at his job in the coal shoveling station  he will start muttering crazy things about quantum physics and leverage and soon enough he will have a new invention of some type to try and shovel cole faster and more efficiently. Most of them backfire, in fact his boss is on the verge of firing him he's caused so much damage. Revere is very friendly in a strange type of way, he will walk up to you smiling and start blabbing something not waiting for you to respond, only pausing briefly to breathe, then get distracted with something only to walk off abruptly not giving an explanation. Revere won't talk about himself though, he's kind of secretive that way, he will mostly talk about the weather, cole, inventions and he will randomly go on these question asking sprees never waiting for answers. Lol He's also the type that just likes most everyone, he's not mean or stuck up..... Just really unstable.

Token: A gear he likes to fiddle with, it helps him think.

Alliance: Maybe.

Targets: Well logically speaking everyone, they all will sadly have to die in order for his survival. However he will target a person if he knows he can win.

History: Revere was an accident, having 'happened' after his mother was raped and nearly murdered when she was walking home one late evening. They never caught the man who did that to her though people speculate, mainly because Revere looks nothing like his fair mother. His mother was very moody with Revere, she was forced to raise him all on her own and he could tell she hated him on some level, constantly he reminds her of that fateful night. She's mean to him a lot, sometimes she will try to be nice realizing how terrible she is to him, but Revere can see it kills her. Still he cares about her with all his heart and just wants her to love him though he'd never admit it.

INTERVIEW:

Oh my, look at the time, it seems I am running out of it rather quickly. 'How do you figure?' you probably wonder as you stare upon most likely my last manuscript. The answer holds more than one answer, in the long term way I am being sent into a fight to the death upon which it is unlikely I should return. In the more imminent way I am standing in line waiting for my turn to introduce myself properly to the devils who put me here. Now I don't want you to think I am one of those bastards begging for pity. Am I going to die? Most likely, but I plan to make the most of the experience, so please don't feel bad for me.

The clock ticks in the corner of the room as I observe number 8 finish his interview and exit the stage. Number 5 was next , also known as Naomi, now she was a girl with attitude problems. Numbers you ask? Why numbers? Forgive me, I will explain, I numbered my fellow tributes based off of their strengths. Thier numbers aren't where I necessarily think they will finish, no, the Hunger Games rely more on luck more than anything. The strongest tribute could easily be in the wrong place at the wrong time only to be stabbed from behind. But to cut to the chase, in conclusion it's simply easier for me to think of the tributes as numbers than actual people. It will be easier to kill numbers than people.

I glanced behind me once again at the tributes mulling around uncomfortably. It's funny to know that 23 of us will be dead in less than two weeks. I tried to imagine them all dead and bleeding on the ground, however I couldn't force my brain to do it. It just seemed so unreal... it's funny how the human mentality works.

Number 5 finished her interview and was waved off with cheers, a peacekeeper came over a gestured for me to follow him. I glanced down at my simple tux with a gold tie and a fedora. At first I had been unsure of how I felt about the simplicity of my costume, however after I saw number 4's costume my feelings were quickly resolved. He had done amazingly with his interview despite the costume setback. I briefly pondered moving him up to 3, however decided against it.

I followed the lean peacekeeper down the hall and to the curtains that were the only barrier separating me from the stage, and what a flimsy barrier it was. I took a deep breath and listened for my que, which was so loud an elderly man who was virtually deaf could not of possibly missed it. "Now please welcome district 6's male tribute, Revere Ashton!" I gulped as I pushed through the curtains and onto the vibrant stage.

Yes. I was nervous, it is a confession I am reluctant to make. While no one (with the exception of a select few whose homes were ravaged by a malfunction in one of my wonderful machines) can deny I am smarter than the average human being, my intelligence does not stretch to the bizarre nature of my fellow human beings. I mean, I try to be friendly with them, however I always sense myself unwelcome.... I had no doubt that I would blow my interview, however it was necessary that I try. Let us face it, I didn't really have a choice.

The swarm of humans that had gathered to observe the interviews screamed with delight and clapped their hands as I approached the gamemaker, number 0. Number 0 was a surprisingly young female with piercing blue eyes and shock of brunette hair that tumbled from her head. I cautiously lowered myself in the seat across from her. "Hello." I said leaning back and eyeing her, knowing exactly what the first question would be. She was rather methodical about them. If I had not been contemplating my future a few minutes before I could of been preparing answers, though I doubt it could do much good. As I stated before, I am a lost cause, though I would make up for my terrible interviews in the actual games- assuming luck permitted it.

"Well aren't you the friendly one? You're the first person to greet me all day!" She laughed and the crowd laughed as well. I forced a grin onto my face and tried to calm down, I did not like all these people's eyes tearing into me. "So, Revere- I love that name by the way- you know the capital has tried very hard to make your stay here wonderful. We are all curious to your favorite part." 0 smiled at me encouragingly if she sensed my discomfort. Simply perfect. She could smell fear. Wonderful.

"Thank you," I addressed the earlier part of her statement "I'm rather fond of it myself. It was a birthday gift you know." I paused as the crowd of people roared with laughter- why were they doing that? Had I said something wrong. My face reddened as I forced myself to continue. "As to your question, I love your advanced technology here. Utterly fascinating. I took apart a few of the appliances in the apartment the other day- out of curiosity you know- I hope you don't mind?" I added the last part out of politeness.

Judging by her face she did mind. Her neck shifted forward as if she wasn't sure if she heard right. "What?"

I reached for my pocket instinctively to rub my lucky gear, but remembered my mentor taking it away from during the train ride. He had told me legally he was forced to give it back to me for the games, but the way I talked to it like it was a living being was unnerving and I needed to get out of the habit if I wanted sponsors. I wasn't fond of his teaching methods. It seemed rather abusive to take away one's best and only friend.

"Oh... like I took a knife and pried them apart. You know...?" I offered reluctantly, I added a smile in complete vain.

She leaned backward suddenly, it was a jerky forced movement, very forced and unnatural. "Of course! Now what do you miss most about your home?" She smiled, the question seemed abrupt. Number 0 had a way of flowing the questions together to make the interviews seem like a normal conversation, and it appeared this quality had vanished....

I let out a breath. She was clearly upset with me for disassembling the multitude of objects, but in all fairness I had gone out of my way to reassemble them too... though some were more successful than others. "Most? My workshop for building stuff- I mean I guess it's more of an ameture venture, very makeshift." I rubbed the back of my neck, "Mostly consists of things I pulled from the mayor's garbage. Haha." I was totally destroying this, my one futile chance at getting people to like me. Why couldn't I just be calm and sophisticated- or better yet normal!

0 looked unsure of whether to press the issue or not, a small war was being fought behind her eyes. I mentally begged her to move on. "What were you doing in the mayors garbage?" She asked haltingly raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing!" I said much too quickly, becoming aware of the small fact I was sweating now. Wonderful, simply wonderful, I hoped the cameras wouldn't pick that up. "I mean who cares? Haha."

"Well Revere, are you excited for the games?" She asked moving on, deciding not to press the issue at hand. She twisted a flamboyant ring on her finger, clearly ready for this interview to end. Suddenly I felt myself feeling bad that I had made her uncomfortable, even though she was the evil mastermind who was probably planning my death as we spoke. I resisted the overpowering instinct to apologize. If this was a normal conversation this would be the point I wished her a good day and ran off. I was unable to do that here, I had to complete my interview.

The question, I had to focus on the question. I took a deep breath, "I mean yeah sure, I'll try to make the best of the situation. If its snowy I'll maybe go sledding or something... you know before I am shot to death." I shrugged in an attempt to appear nonchalant, though I am reluctant to admit I was virtually the verge of throwing myself prostrate before her and begging she didn't ask me anymore questions. Reader, I beg of you not to think I am a coward, I am not one. With everything besides humanity I feel myself to be absolutely outgoing and capable.... Humanity is just so... foreign to me I guess.

Number 0 didn't question me again this time. Perhaps she had lost interest, I have no idea, however thankfully she moved onto the next question. "So who would you say is your largest threat? Who is the smallest? And which tribute stands out the most?" 0 asked eyeing me, I almost wondered if she was mentally willing me to say something normal. Perhaps she was concerned that I was making her appear awkward and incapable of handling the answers I gave her.

This was easy, for thankfully I had numbered them so carefully. "Sabrina and Lyric are definitely the most lethal this year... Sabrina perhaps a little more so, Lyric is a surprisingly close second." The decision had been a hard one, in the end I had to rely on logic to choose. The only reason I had placed Sabrina above Lyric was that I was aware that the training faculty in 2 was much more advanced than 4's. "The weakest would be Jessie." That was a hard choice too, he was older yes, but I had observed him in training. He swung the blade confidently but with horrid technique. He clearly viewed himself as capable as the careers, but in reality he was terrible. His arrogance would kill him, sadly, most likely in the bloodbath. I could easily envision him plunging bravely into the heart of the bloodbath in a futile attempt to retrieve his sword and being killed by the careers. "The one that stands out the most...? Umm I guess Carolina-Ax, but only because she has one eye... I mean how did that happen?" I laughed uncomfortably unsure if I had given the right answer.

0 eased up slightly, "Interesting choices. Now one final question, do you think you have the strength and intelligence to with this games?" She gracefully raised herself to a standing position, unsure of what she wanted me to do I stood up haltingly.

"I...." I faced the expanse of humanity before me, "It takes a lot more than intellectual abilities and sheer strength to win this game. If you could call it that." I avoided the question because deep down inside my heart I knew the painstaking answer to this seemingly innocent question. No one could ever truly win these games, for from what I've observed of the victors they keep playing the the games until they eventually perish of old age. Which brought me to the more frightening question- did I even want to win, to live with the painstaking burden of of what had occurred in the arena?

Number 0 was eager to get rid of me quite apparently, she hardly acknowledged my answer before smiling (rather fakely might I add, even I could see this) at the crowd and yelling, "Let's hear it for Revere Ashton!" They clapped politely, but nothing more. I had failed. "May the odds be ever in your favor." She added in a way which rather unnerved me. I paused waiting for her to add some sort of explanation. Instead she frowned, "I kind of need to get on with the interviews." My face flushed and I sprinted off the stage, I resisted the urge to fall on the ground never to move again and perish from starvation.

My mentor and 5 waited for me, they were talking. His cold dark eyes tore themselves from 5 and settled themselves on mine. He radiated disappointment a sheer helplessness. After a second he turned his attention back to 5 as they began walking. His thoughts were crystal clear - he knew I was going to die.