**I did Loras and Renly's individual Reapings, so here are the others~!**

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Theon Greyjoy (age 17), District 5

"Theon, no one is ever going to put a kracken into the Hunger Games." my best friend Robb Stark says flatly, cocking an eyebrow and crossing his arms. It's a classic Robb look, and I'm used to it. But damn, is he wrong.

"And why are you so sure?"

"One, because they're extinct." he says. I huff.

"Why are you so logical, Robby?"

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT YOU ASSHOLE."

"Calm down." I chuckle kind of awkwardly, and he glares at me resentfully. "Okay okay, I won't call you that. Gods, Robb."

The Escort walks out onto the stage. I wrinkle my nose. "Ew, what happened to her?"

Robb laughs softly, and I'm glad he's not mad anymore. "The Capitol, Theon. I can't believe anyone would even want to live there. She's literally walking around in practically see-through plastic. Like, what the hell?"

"In the Capitol, they have enough to eat. That might be the only plus about it." I pause. "Oh wait, and they don't have to deal with the Reapings. Can't forget that!"

Robb smirks but them he gets serious. Warm blue-green eyes peer at me. "We have enough to eat." I make a face: after the Starks let me live with them, there was their dad, Robb, me, then his two little sisters. Five people is a big family here in District 5.

"Thank you for coming and welcome to District 5's Reaping for the Seventh Annual Hunger Games!" the Escort chirps.

I cross my arms. Thank us? "Like we had a choice." I mutter in Robb's ear and he nudges me to shut up.

"Now for a special video brought to you all the way from the Capitol~!"

As the video plays, I whisper, "I wish they'd show us something actually from the Capitol. Instead of sending their walking freakshows."

"Theon, don't be mean." Robb chides, but he's grinning. I smirk.

"But it's true, and you know it. Who knows, maybe they even have a certain something all the way in--"

"There aren't any krackens in the Capitol!" he laughs a little too loudly, and people around us hush him. I snicker. He rolls his eyes. "Hey...are you gonna go visit your folks after the Reaping?"

My smile disappears and I shrug. "I don't know...maybe... My dad doesn't want to see me though. And Asha's busy. With work and school and...stuff. So probably not."

"Theon--"

"I'm fine, Robby." I force a smile and fiddle with my shirt sleeve. The bruises my dad gave me have faded, but the knife marks won't ever go away, the doctor told us. "Really. Worry about yourself, okay?"

"You're my best friend." He squeezes my hand, before dropping it again. My stomach lurches. "I know you'd tell me if anything was the matter. I tell you everything, and I trust you with my life; we don't keep secrets."

Guilt gnaws at me painfully. I try and swallow. "Yeah..."

"Well wasn't that exciting?" the Escort chirps. I don't say anything. "Now it's time for the girls!"

"We're all in the Reaping this year." I realize softly. It's horrifying. "Asha's eighteen. Me and you are seventeen. Sansa's fifteen, and Arya's twelve."

"I took tesserae for all of us too." Robb whispers nervously.

"So did I. So the girls wouldn't have to." I say back. "We'll be okay. I promise."

He smiles weakly , the frown lines making him look so much more serious, just as the Escort says, "Ladies first!" like always.

We hold our breath. And then the unthinkable happens.

"Sansa Stark!"

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Sandor Clegane (age 18), District 10

The square is packed tight with people, but still people shy away from me. I don't care. It doesn't bother me. I mean I'm not a psychopath or something; not like some people seem to think. But people are scared by my size, and by the fact that half of my face is burned really badly.

Now my brother. He's the psychopath of the two of us.

The girl on the stage in puny. She has tan skin and curly dark hair. I wonder how many days she'll live in the arena. One? Three if she's good? I don't know. Hell she could always surprise us, but...I kind of doubt of it.

"And now for the boys!" the Escort says, and picks a slip from the bowl. "Sandor Clegane!"

A gasp goes up from all the kids--all the people, really--in the square. And then they part to let me through.

How long will I last? I think. Well, longer than the poor little girl. I'm not a killer, but...let's just say I'm not going to not try either.

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Sansa Stark (age 15), District 5

With shaky legs, I walk up to the stage. But I won't cry, I won't. I'm stronger than that. I have to be strong for my family. I have to at least look like I stand a chance, even if it's not true.

The Escort is talking but I don't hear her. Instead I look out into the crowd. That was my first mistake.

On instinct, I immediately find Robb. His face is white. He looks ready to faint. His best friend Theon has his arm wrapped around him, and I almost sob at the sight of him. I snapped at Theon at breakfast because he was messing with me and pulling my hair, like he used to when we were both little kids. Now I'll even never see him again.

His eyes lock on me. They're grey and sad and he's handsome; he might try and hit on me, if we hadn't grown up like siblings. Besides Robb would kill him if he hit on me or Arya.. He mouths something. I think it might be 'good luck'.

"...and now for the boys!" the Escort says brightly. My knees are weak. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray it's not Robb, not Robb...!

"Theon Greyjoy!"

That's when Robb does faint. That's when I gasp and by accident, I let a tear escape. I cover my mouth to stop anymore crying. Or I try to.

Theon looks down at Robb in a panic but he can't do anything for him unless he wants to risk being forcibly taken by Peace-keepers. He looks furious and helpless and I know he of all people hates it. But he clenches his fists and walks up to the stage. He doesn't look at me.

"Oh, the drama!" the Escort croons, and I decide I hate her. "Look how that boy fainted! Was he your boyfriend?"

Theon's ears turn red. "...my brother."

"You look nothing like brothers." she says suspiciously.

"Surrogate brother. Best friend." he says between clenched teeth. "She's his sister. That's why he fainted."

"Oh, how sad. How deliciously sad!" she says happily, not sounding the least bit sad. "Well shake hands, you two!"

Theon turns toward me, his face emotionless. He sticks out a large hand, and I take it. He squeezes my hand; it's all we can do now. Then the look in his eyes changes to something more bitter. I swallow and hope he's not planning anything stupid..

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Ramsay Snow-Bolton (age 18), District 12

"...and the male tribute is--"

"I volunteer!" I call out, and the Reaping Square falls eerily silent. Good. Make an impression. "I volunteer as tribute!"

The crowd parts for me. Good.

The little girl on the stage--not bothered to remember her name and it doesn't matter, anyway--looks scared. Good again. She should be.

The Escort looks scared too as I walk up the stage. Or maybe just surprised. But hopefully scared. "Well! That was a surprise. What's your name, young man?"

I grin and fold my hands at my waist. "Ramsay Snow-Bolton."

"And how old are you, Ramsay?"

"Eighteen."

"One last thing." the Escort pauses. "Why did you volunteer, Ramsay? It's highly unusual.."

Fuck unusual. "Because," I grin again and look out into the camera. "I plan to win."