District 7

A raccoon mutant stood in the group of sixteen year olds, her long brown hair gathered up in a high ponytail. She tugs on the black sleeve of her jacket, her two tails twitching and moving about behind her as she watched the front with curiosity. 

She wondered who would be picked this year, last years tributes were a rather disappointment she had found. None of the two were any good and none of them seemed to know what to do unlike some people here. 

The raccoon mutant half hoped that Raphael Steel would be chosen, everyone in district seven knew him to be strong, snappy and harsh yet he still remains to be a hard worker, able to provide fine wood. Seeing the guy in action would definitely be interesting and something worth watching. 

The girl looked for him now, her reddish-brown eyes landing on the strong and bulky build of the terrapin. His bright green eyes were look straight ahead, his red tattered mask tails trailed out behind him. Sometimes the raccoon mutant couldn't help but think of Christmas when she sees him. 

Deciding that she should probably pay attention to what was happening, she turned to stare in the same direction as Raph, noting down the mutant shark that seemed to be wearing a mechanic shark. He was a familiar face, him having been visiting this district for the past few years to pick out the tributes. His name was-

"Armaggon." He announced his voice gruff, "you know who I am and you know why I'm here, let's get this over and done with. Shall we?" 

He snatched up two pieces of papers, his beady little eyes falling looking down at them. 

"Raphael Steel!" 

The turtle mutant separated himself from his group to walk ahead, his strides were rather strong and confident. Fooling everyone to believe that he couldn't care less about this event. And that's partly true, some part of him couldn't care less however another part of him could. 

Armaggon got rid of the paper holding Raph's name before reading out the second. 

"Alexandra Woods!" 

The raccoon mutant blinked, only a little bit surprise about this turn out. However she shook it off as she marched over to the front. Her strides just as strong and confident as Raph's

District 8

Kat Kennedy felt a slight growl coming up her throat as the muscled man took his time walking on the stage. She couldn't help but think they were doing this on purpose and that was something that made her coal black fur feel as if it was brushed the wrong way. She found it frustrating and annoying. Why must the capitol take their time with everything?

As if the man wanted to further annoy her, he took his time to reach the microphone, his strides long and slow.

He grabbed the microphone, pushing his dark hair to the side as he rolled his shoulders, the tattoos on his body now more evident especially since his black shirt was barely buttoned up. He took one look around the area before taking off his sunglasses in one swift motion, the golden medallion around his neck shining more in the sunlight- blinding a few people.

"District eight! I am Hun and it is my job to select the two tributes for this years Hunger Games! Let us start!"

A girl known as Yami Kamoto watched the man carefully as he lowered his hand into the bowl. She blew out her black and red hair from her face, revealing a grey mask that surrounded her hazel eyes.

She shifted her weight slightly, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, madly as Hun read out of the first name.

"Yami Kamoto!"

The girl looked rather surprised, but quickly shook it off. She marched over and took her place behind Hun allowing him to call out the second tribute.

"Kat Kennedy!"

A gulp could be heard from the cat mutant as she heard her name being called out. Her body was shaking and her black fur was standing up on it's end. This... This has to be a mistake, right? Surely they had made a mistake! She... She wasn't really going to into the games, was she?

Hun huffed, "Kat Kennedy! Must I repeat myself?"

Slowly she made herself move, her feet feeling like lead as she made her journey to the front. She felt everyone's eyes on her, looks of pity and sadness being sent in her way.But despite them feeling pity for her, sorry even, none of them spoke up. None of them volunteered as tribute.

District 9

A look of absolute disgust was on April O'Neil's face as she watch some sort of insect king. She couldn't help but scrunch up her nose as she took in his purple speckled skin and his four yellowish eyes that were staring right at them. She could just see the green wings that were folded behind him, making her dislike the guy even more.

She brushed her ginger hair to the side, throwing a glance to her friend- Casey's direction, to see how he feels about the guy. Funny enough he was looking at her at the time. When he saw that her blue eyes were on him he nodded his head over to representative and stuck out his tongue to show that he felt grossed out by the guy as well. A small giggle escaped from April grabbing the attention of those around her. She attempted to smooth it into a cough to take the attention off of her.

"Greetings!" Called out the insect guy, spreading out his arms. "I am Lord Dregg, today I shall be choosing this years tributes for the 54th Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favour!"

April heard Casey letting out a snort making her turn to give him a glare. She knew that he found it stupid that they always say the repeated line but that doesn't mean he has to express it when he has the opportunity.

Casey had decided to glance back at April again to see her glaring at him. He just replied with an innocent shrug causing her to roll her eyes and face the front once more. She watched as Lord Dregg grabbed a hold of two pieces of paper, giving him the chance to read out the names.

"April O'Neil!"

April gasped, disbelief present in her eyes. She couldn't believe it, she didn't want too.

"Casey Jones volunteers as tribute!"

She whipped her head around to see Casey now making his way over to the platform, he winked at her as he walked past.

"Casey! What are you- Casey!" She tried running to him, wanting to drag him back so that he wouldn't have to be in the games. To keep him safe. But there was no point in doing the action for the peacekeepers had acted immediately, holding her back.

"No! Casey!" She screamed out trying break free, unfortunately for her there was no point.

Lord Dregg cleared his throat, wanting the attention to be back on him.

"Chase Smith!"

In response a blond boy moved away from his group. A pair of ram horns was set upon his head, his shaggy blonde hair getting tangled in it's structure.

His sky blue eyes were cast downwards as a shriek from his sister could be heard.

"Big brother!" She called out, tears in her eyes.

Chase ignored that cry though, pressing on.

His boots thudded on the wooden build of the stage, making his presence known. It was at that moment that he decided to look up, the freckles on his face now evident in the sunlight.

"Your tributes, district nine! Chase Smith and Casey Jones!"

The two boys looked at one another. Both of them giving each other a single nod.

District 10

Cynical Cobra was indeed an interesting person for she had always enjoyed the games. They amused her, they interest her and it is very hard for anything to interest or amused this seventeen year old.

Every year she would watch them at home, by herself. A grin would always form on her face as she watches the tributes dying by some cause, she even lets out a laugh when the bloodbath plays. The sight of death and blood making her heart beat in excitement.

As of right now she stood with the rest of district ten, waiting impatiently for the names to be drawn and read out. She hoped that this year she would be picked, for she didn't have long until she can't put in her name and that thought upsets her.

Sure, she knows that she could always 'volunteer as tribute' but she would much prefer being called out as it would makes things more exciting and enjoyable for her. In a way it's as if faith is telling her that she's worthy to go into the games. That she's worthy to fight to the death.

She touched the cross scar that ran over her right eye lightly, thoughts running through her mind. Thoughts on what sort of hell she would establish if she were to be put in the games.

While Cyn was busy conjuring up plans on what she would do if she was to fight to the death, Destiny Luna was busy thinking about what would happen if she was reaped. She shifted uncomfortably at the idea, her black raven wings fluttering slightly as her piercing green eyes went over to the front to see a magenta fish with robotic legs walking onto the stage.

"District ten!" His accented voice grabbing their attention, "I will be choosing the two tributes to fight in the 54th Hunger Games!"

Tense silence filled the space as he picked out two names papers from both bowls. The whole area was holding their breath, their heart rhythmically beating as one as they waited for him to answer their unspoken question.

"Destiny Luna!"

The wolf-raven mutant's tail spiked up in surprise, astonishment briefly took over her features before she regained her usual demeanor. She moved away from the crowd, her feet kicking the loose stones that were lay out on her path. She walked up the stairs and stood behind the fish, her gaze going over the whole area. Wondering who she was going to be paired up with.

"Cyn Cobra!"

A wicked smile appeared on Cyn's face, her turquoise eye had a malevolent glint to it whereas her blind green eye looked blankly ahead without any emotion. All the girls in her age group parted to make room for her, everyone whispering to one another as the psychopath strolled to the stage.

"Maybe she'll get killed." Murmured a boy.

"Yeah, maybe in the bloodbath." Murmured another

"She killed her whole family! She most definitely won't be killed in the bloodbath!"

Cyn smiled at their constant whispering, hearing all the rumors they were conjuring up.

Destiny looked at her district partner, feeling rather uneasy. She has heard all of the rumors but she decided not to believe them for she didn't know the girl. However with the known psychopath now standing right next to her she was getting an uneasy vibe. The girl smelled like burnt wood and coffee. A rather strange combination.

Cyn looked over at Destiny, giving her a smirk which the wolf-raven mutant did not return. Cyn knew that if she was to be picked this was how everyone was going to react, giving her whispers and stares. The whole district was probably expecting some sort of crazy thing from her.

Well, she thought. Let's not disappoint them.

District 11

Almost the whole district was upset when a turtle mutant who wore an orange mask was announced to be one of the tributes. His sky blue eyes were full of displeasure as he stood anxiously behind a rhino mutant that was already reaching for the next name.

Michelangelo had never been so scared in his whole life. When his name was read out he couldn't move thus making the peacekeepers drag him to the stage where he stands now, his legs shaking- ready to collapse beneath him any minute now.

He looked out blankly in the sea of faces as he got distracted by his own thoughts and daydreams of what his life would be in the games. He managed to freak himself so much with one vision of him being eaten by a pizza monster that he almost didn't hear the next name that was being called out.

"Coral Moon!" Yelled out the Russian Rhino.

The girl breathed in sharply, believing that she wasn't hearing correctly. They didn't said her name... They mustn't have!

"Coral Moon! C'mon don't be shy now." Despite the Rhino saying words that should be gentle he made them sound rather harsh and urgent. As if he was saying that if she doesn't hurry now he'll get the peacekeepers on her.

Giving words of encouragement to herself she moved over to the front next to the anxious turtle. Her black and pink hair blowing about in the wind. She took her place beside the turtle, the two tributes casting each other looks of sympathy as their names were repeated to say they were this years tributes. This years victims for the Hunger Games.

District 12

Leonardo glanced over his shoulder for the second time that minute. He looked to see that his father- Splinter, was still standing there looking rather okay.

Why was Leo glancing back at his father repeatedly? Well it was because the last few days the rat mutant had been ill, too weak to do any of the daily tasks, too tired to stand for more then five minutes and too exhausted to eat anything. Especially since it manages to come back up again.

"Hello! My name is Victor Falco!" Said a man decked out in black clothing to hide his sickly pale green skin, "I will be determining this years tributes. Shall we begin?"

His skeleton like hand reached into the bowls, grabbing onto two of the billions pieces of paper.

Everyone waited anxiously, fearing for their friends, their siblings, their sons and daughters.

Well that is everyone but Sythia who couldn't care less.

A blank expression was etched on her face as she stared straight ahead. If she ends up being picked then good for her, she gets to be further away from her depressed father- if she doesn't get picked then she assumes that she'll continue to freak the district out. Even without her emotionless facade she would still scare them with her ruby red slited eyes and black bat wings that sprouted from her back.

She let out a yawn, revealing her sharp fangs and just how tired she was of waiting around.

And as if he could sense her boredom, Falco read out the names. Carefully pronouncing each of them.

"Hamato Leonardo and Sythia Blanchard!"

Leo stood frozen in place, a pained cry being heard from Splinter. Leo didn't want to believe this was happening, he didn't want it to be! It was at that moment that selfish thoughts plagued his mind, he wanted someone to volunteer, he needed someone too. He couldn't leave Splinter to fend for his own, who will look after him? Who will keep him healthy?

Meanwhile Sythia had a quite reaction and thought process. She didn't really care about being picked, she felt rather indifferent about it to be honest.Unlike Leo, Sythia was capable of moving. And her father, unlike Splinter, hadn't let out a sound at all. It really shows that some parents aren't at all as close to their kids as some would have thought.

With the speed of a snail, Leo made his way to where his tribute partner was. His sapphire eyes staring straight ahead as he focused on keeping his breathing level. He mustn't show panic, he must keep a cool and level head in this situation. He must be like the wind that had just filled the area- he had to be detached, free from negative emotions in order to keep a clear mind. That's what Splinter would be saying right now, he knows it.

But despite all his teachings he couldn't bring himself to be like the wind.He couldn't bring himself to be detached from the negative emotions that had embraced him just then. Instead he was like the coal they were forced to mine, heavy with the thought of being away from his father and dull with all the negative emotions that were being bestowed onto him.