Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the new Hunger Games.

Alex: "Thanks," I barely managed to breathe, then found the keyhole with my finger and shoved it in. I was shaking so much I thought I was going to drop it, but thankfully, I turned the knob to the right and the door opened. I squeezed Des' hand tighter. "Let's go."

(I think Nikkie's gonna have to die soon, but I want her to have an ally to pass Riku's hammer on to.)

(Aww, that's sweet!)

::Desmonda::
We entered a yellow-orange lit long hallway. Half dead bulbs flickered above our heads, and a torn and stained rug lead to another door. A sign on it was burned to ashes. The whole place was eerie, because I knew people had died here.
"I remember from TV that the main round room is behind that door . . "
Splotches of mould and glowing green radiation speckled along the path. It all felt so wrong and cold here.

(I love Alex and Des' brother-sister relationship . I think it would be wrong for them to get romantically involved.)

Alex: I felt something in me curl and realized it was my stomach. Why were they doing this to us? Why were we here anyway?
Des said something about a TV then. "Hm? What TV?"

(I know! They are so cute xD)

::Desmonda::
"The monitors we are forced to watch the games on. You came over one year with my brother to watch them-"
And I stop, and start shaking.
"Alex, Alex, Alex. . . I can't remember his name! Or my families name! Or the names of anyone I know! Or their faces! What district am I from?"
I take shallow breaths. As soon as we entered the building, I felt light-headed, but I thought it was from being high up on his shoulders. Now I can't remember anything about back home.
"Wait. Or was it my sister . . . Do I have a sister?"

(This memory loss is part of what the surprise is, every tribute who enters the building gets it)

Conor:
I grin, "I'm fine with it if you are" I literally almost kick myself. What am I doing? I can't get attatched to her she has to kill me! But I keep smiling for the sponsors.

::Flay::
I feel cold when I reach up to kiss him. Only then do I realize how hungry I am, tasting his lips. I pull back, knowing that was my first kiss ever and hoping it was good enough for the sponsors. Certainly not very romantic, but I was desperate for food and to get inside the main area.
"We better go."

(Yuhh and OoO)

Alex: I frowned. I was starting to get very confused myself. All I remembered was that I'd come in here with a girl, and now I had no idea what we were doing. "I...I don't know what's going on."

Conor:
The kiss was quick but it had been amazing. I look at her and smile "lets go then" I say.

Riku:
"Wh-where am I? Is... is this heaven? Are you God?" I ask looking at the man before me.

(Oh and Bones I'm going to wait for Alex and Des to get through some of the stuff before Luke tries to get in.)

::Desmonda::
"I don't want to think about it anymore . . . ." my voice was weak from talking so much.
I picked up my pace and we reached the last door. The handle glowed with radiation, obviously deadly. I didn't want to fuss over it, and I wanted to die rather than Alex, so I opened it before he saw. My hand tingled in hundreds of tiny muscles and I tried to ignore it.
I would be dead by tonight, I was sure of it. Alex didn't need to know about my silent suicide until then.
We entered a wide, silver dome, obviously refinished for the games. Other gates were waiting to be opened, so we must have been the first to arrive. I saw cages, and one had mine and Alex's name written on it.
In the cage was a boy. A boy who looked just like me, but older, and was looking horrified but strong. He looked over at us.
"Alex, Desmonda?"
Who was he?

(Condog, answer on the PM because Jelsa can't know the secret of the death!)

::Flay::
We move downhill a long, flat tunnel, and it's hard to keep my pace. Ashes and oil cover most of me now, and I see streams of radiation from the bomb that blew this place to ashes.
"Conor, let's do this challenge quickly as possible and then go eat and make camp. Please," I sigh desperately as a round silver door awaits us at the bottom of the tunnel.

Alex: My grip on the girl's hand tightened. The names were so familiar. Was one of them mine? I wasn't sure whether to say anything or not, mostly because my name might not be one of those names the boy had just said. I turned to look at Des. Her jaw was tight, and I wondered what she was thinking.

(Noooo Des Alex loves you )

(It's okay, I'll find out when Nikkie gets cloaked. Which is probably soon.)

(Oh ok got ya
Conor:

"Sounds good to me" I say. Now I was felling like we were Katniss and Peeta, I couldn't tell if she liked me or if this was just a ploy for the sponsors.

(NEED BONEZ AGAIN!!!!!!)

(I KNOW T_T)

(Bonez where you at?)

(BONEZ!)

(... bonneeeezzzz whine. Sorry for false hope corn )

::Desmonda::
"Maybe. I don't know anything," I said, voice croaking.
I had no idea who the boy beside me was anymore, but all I knew was that I felt a brotherly love to him, and could not let go of his hand.
"I'm your brother!" the boy who looked like me cried insanely from his cage.
"Because of your ballots I landed a spot in here! Now, just get me out!" he screamed.
I shook my head, "I don't know you . . ."
The blonde boy turned to the boy beside me.
"Alex! It's me, Reeko!"

::Flay::
I press my hand against the door. It burns my skin, and I withdraw it quickly. I stare at the angry red skin on my palm.
"Ow," I hiss, and follow quietly with a cuss.
I look up at the door. It's radiating heat.
"Conor, we can't open this door without protection glove-"
And a pair of silver gloves are dangling above my head . . . Dangling above a tracker jacker nest.

(Yay!)
Alex: I shook my head. I really wasn't understand anything that was going on in here. I tightened my grip on the hand of the girl standing next to me, trying to figure out why all the words were so familiar. "Alex? Reeko?" I wondered out loud.

Conor:
I look up mouth open. "You have got to be kidding me!" I moan. "How should we do this? We need those gloves"

(I...need Bones T_T)

(Me too -_-)

::Desmonda::
"It's me! Your best friend! Remember?" the boy name Reeko cries, his hands tightening on the bars restraining him.
I swallow, "Why should we free you? You're probably some sort of obstacle."
Reeko's eyes widen, "No! I'm not! Please, I'm your brother!"
I look over at the boy whose hand I'm holding, "I think there is another door up ahead, we don't have much time left. Let's go."
"No! Please, you don't understand! They're going to torture me if you don't save me! And Mom!"
I look up at Reeko. What a creep. I want to get out of here.

::Flay::
I look up, squinting at the gloves. I'm overcome with exhaustion and hunger.
"I don't know, OK? If we don't get there soon, we're dead, and I don't want any stings . . . But it's our only choice," I nod solemnly.
I reach up with my dagger, hearing the hum of the hive.
"I'm going to cut it and the gloves, you catch the gloves and open the doors, alright?"