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All character Profiles will be placed on my blog under the heading "The 76th Hunger Games: The Capitol's Turn." with appropriate pictures of how I imagine the tributes to look including other people's tributes.

Chapter One

Anubis Snow

They all stood together, the children of the most highly ranked capitol people awaiting to be reaped. They didn't really know how to feel, but one boy knew just how he felt and that he knew no matter what that he didn't want to get picked. No matter what happened because he would be one of the biggest targets been the president's grandson.

Me, eighteen year old Anubis Snow was fearless, tall at 7. ft 1. in and very muscular, meaning I would have no competition in the games, but when it came to killing people I just didn't think I could do it, I believed it would take everything I was.

The woman, Effie Trinket who had bright blue hair this year looked out into the crowd of people, "Well this is interesting doing this in my hometown of the Capitol!" Effie laughed, "Well, let's get started!" She firstly dipped her hand into the female reaping bowl, "Ladies first!"

She rummaged.

Everybody waited with tense breath.

Nobody moved.

"Leanne DiMera." She called, and I saw a tiny girl, maybe 5. ft 0 in tall with short dark hair and gray haunting eyes glance at the podium. She couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen.

"Any Volunteers?" Effie asked and looked around, I looked around and watched as Effie scanned the crowd. "No, okay then. Moving on!"

Leanne DiMera walked up to the stage, she was very un-capitol like with her untatooed skin and undyed hair though I did have a vague memory of her dying her hair bright blue and purple once.

"Next, we will pick a boy, and so forth until we have twenty four tributes!" Effie yelled excited.

She rummaged.

We waited.

I took a tense breath as she read out the name.

"Brandon Snow."

My little brother! No! He was only 12! I gasped a little and looked at the small face of my brother with his bright red hair. He was so different from me with his features and red hair that I didn't even think anybody would see the resemblance between us. I was tanned with long dark hair and brown eyes with a tattoo covering hand of my body up to my neck, but that was the only capitol thing I really had.

"No!" I yelled as somebody came to escort my brother onto the stage.

"Is that a volunteer?" Effie pursed her lips at me and I had to think for a second. Could I let my brother be killed? No. I couldn't live with myself when I knew there was something I could do about it.

"Yes. I volunteer for my brother." I yelled out to the escort and they suddenly began to walk towards me, though I needed no force, I just steadily walked onto the stage and stood next to Leanne who was the beginning of a line.

"Well that was interesting. May I ask your name?" Effie said t me through pursed lips.

"Yes, my name is Anubis. Anubis Snow." I sighed out the name and I saw her eyebrows shoot up.

"The Egyptian god of death! How fitting! And you're the old president's grandson! This will be very interesting! Well, Happy hunger games to our first two tributes and may the odds be ever in your favour!"

"Yeh right." I heard Leanne Mutter out loud and I couldn't help but look down at her and smile.

"Now for the next tributes!" Effie called, and I watched as she rummaged again.

She rummaged again and this time I breathed normally for I knew that was now a tribute in the games, the fear had passed and now I was just angry. Angry at the Capitol for making these games. Angry at the districts that they had decided to host another games when this is what they rebelled so hard to stop.

Now it just seemed pathetic and a waste of time what they had done, they didn't want their own children to get harmed but they would allow injustice to happen to other people's children. Children that didn't even accept the way that their parents or grandparents ran Panem, but now, like their children, we were blamed for a crime we didn't commit.

"Thaliana Crane." Effie said out loud and I heard her gasp, but I looked into the crowd and saw a girl who was pretty young in her face, maybe 14 but she was quite tall at around 5 ft 5 in. Her hair was dark brown and wavy down to her slim waist and large hips. Her eyes were a warm grey, completely the opposite from Leanne's stormy blue grey that reminded me of the sea.

Nobody volunteered so we went onto the next male tribute, "Rickie LiSheng" Effie announced and a dark skinned male with bright pink hair strode up onto the stage. He was surprisingly tall, maybe 6 ft 6 in, though still smaller than me by a good half a foot, but he was stocky and dangerous looking with strange eyes that were a lilac colour, probably the result of surgery or possibly contacts.

The next girl that was called, Destiny Flickerman, was another petite girl, also with dark hair that was cut in a sharp bob around her slightly round face. Her nose was slightly upturned and she was on the larger side, not fat, but well fed with a sprinkling of freckles along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She had eyes the colour of emeralds that seemed to make her seem easy going and charming. She was around 5 ft. 1 in, unlike the other girls she seemed to be closer to my age, I presumed she was around 17.

The next boy was Harry Cromwell, a boy who I knew to be around 17, he was fat and wore filthy clothing, he was quite obviously a slob with greasy hair that fell in curls onto his forehead and he also wore glasses. I was surprised somebody like him even lived in the Capitol.

Another girl was called, Essence Park, She had light skin that had a warm glow to it, though she was on the thinner side and she was pretty petite at maybe 5 ft 2 in, she had chestnut coloured hair with blonde highlights in and muddy brown eyes that complemented her earthy skin and hair. She looked pretty young, maybe 15, but because she was slim and petite she looked younger.

Other's names popped out of the bowls in this order:

Jacob Mapoasua, a boy who looked around 13 with wiry orange hair and a thin bone structure, he was small but looked cunning.

Leve Johnson, a female who was maybe 13 with dyed blue skin and bright purple hair, she looked very much like a typical Capitol citizen, her eyes were also completely black and her teeth were filled into spikes, at around 5"6' she would be an opponent to be feared by the other females no matter her age.

Silver Stranger, a boy who I knew was 16, he had tattoos covering his skin that morphed him into some kind of peacock, his dark eyes were quick and sure.

More names were chosen and soon I failed to watch them in disinterest, I heard names,

Katrina Bologna

Miles Carter

Ursula Pendragon

and then I began to ignore even the name calling as I was pretty sure that I knew most of these people and I didn't want to have to look into the eyes of my fellow tributes knowing the only way I would probably get out alive was to kill them.

Then I heard a name that rendered me speechless and made me suddenly feel filled with dread.

"Aida Snow."

I met eyes with my cousin in the crowd, the second to last tribute and she had been chosen. The escorts half led, half dragged the frantic little girl onto the stage. She was only 12 and tiny for her age at around 4 ft 9 in and she looked virtually terrified.

She ran over to me and I caught my cousin in my arms. "Aida!" I whispered as she began to cry.

"Get in line please Aida Snow." One of the escorts said as they prized her off me. I felt a growl catch in my throat. Threatening an escort of the districts probably wasn't the best idea and it would certainly not get me sponsors.

And for the last tribute, another older boy my age was called, he was stocky and around 6 ft 2 in and very well fed, and I knew him, Timothy Grover, his father was a deadly con artist. I could definitely be watching my back with him around.

"And there we have if folks! Our twenty four tributes!" Effie said into the camera, and something other than instinct drove me to do what I did next.

I took the hands of my fellow tributes, and we all began to join hands. I don't know why I did it, but clearly this did not go down well with the escorts as we all began to join hands and raise our arms into the air, a sign that we were all joined as one in the Capitol, and no matter what our parents did and no matter that the Districts went through, killing us was wrong.

"Come on now! Inside!" One of the blonde escorts hissed at us and I couldn't help but feel angered at this as they began to usher us into the building as if we were little more than animals.

If this is how the districts were treated, I couldn't blame them for rebeling. I could blame them for having another hunger games with us though.

Our families all came to see us, Me and Aida stuck together with our family as they approached. My mother, Denise and my Aunt Pam were walking over to us with my brother in tow.

"Anubis!" My brother called as he ran towards me looking sick and like he had been crying, "Why did you volunteer for me?" He cried.

"Because I didn't want you to die." I said bluntly.

"But what if you die?" He whispered sadly, god he was so young and whiny sometimes! But he was my brother and it was my job to calm him down.

"I won't, Brandon." I said, "I promise to win."

"Pinkie promise?" He asked holding out his pinkie to me, I took my hand and wrapped our little fingers together.

"Pinkie Promise." I said as I looked at my mother who looked also liek she had been crying.

"Oh, my son. I can't believe you volunteered." She cried sadly and then she sat at the side of me, wrapping her hands around me.

"Mom, I need you to listen to me. I'm not going to make it back." I whispered.

"Why?" She said half hysterically.

"Because I'm not letting anybody kill Aida and I would rather die than kill her." I whispered, we had all been brought up as brothers and sisters, so my mother knew how close we all were.

"I understand." She cried, and I suddenly felt guilty, but I had told her my plan and now she had to accept it.

"Aida, listen, you stick close to Anubis okay?" My mom said through her tears as she cried.

"Yes, Auntie Denise." Aida sniffled as her mom held her close, crying worse than my mother was.

I put on a brave face, but the truth was seeing all of my family crying made me want to cry, even my brother was crying and he thought he was tough.

"You're all going to get me off in a minute!" I laughed a little through the tears that were welling up in my eyes. I knew this would be the last time I ever saw any of them apart from Aida, so I had to be strong and let them remember me for what I was now, brave and humble.

"Come here you big lug!" My Auntie cried and pulled me into a strong hug, the little woman sure had some power behind her. She reached up and ruffled my hair.

"Hey!" I said and shoved her away.

"Just remember, you will always be like a son to me." My Aunt said in a serious tone, and I glanced at my mother and I saw her smile.

"Thank you, Auntie." I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

"Come on! Pack it up! It's time to get to the training centre!" The Escorts called as they began to usher the 24 tributes into the awaiting train that would take us to to the training centre that would be our home for the next three days, and then we would be going into the arena.

I stood up and walked with the escorts, walking into whatever awaited me with my cousin Aida walking along side me, holding my hand each step of the way.