Donovan yawned and stretched sleepily. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he pulled himself up off the small bed that occupied the bedroom in which they all shared. Even though his mother and father were kind of in charge of district 12, that didn't seem to stop them from being poor and starving along with the others. The world that his parents had fought so hard for was slowly slipping away and the power hungry had rose again. He looked around and noticed his sister had already gone... well wherever it was she went when she wasn't at home.<br/>He got out of bed and headed towards the small kitchen/living room that they had. The walls were dark, and un-decorated save from a few pictures of Katniss' family. Their grandmother and Auntie Prim. Their mother seldom spoke about them, and their father didn't even mention his family. Neither of them seemed to want to talk about their lives beforehand, but Donovan could understand why. Shaking the thoughts of the past from his mind, he noticed his mother was already preparing their oatmeal for breakfast. It was always the same, but not having much money or food meant that he wouldn't complain. He knew though the thought of the reaping was bothering his mother... he'd heard them arguing about it last night.<br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Tommy had been up at the crack of dawn, down in the training center. He finally felt ready for the games and nothing was going to stand in his way. He could understand the need for them, to keep everyone in line... but why had their been such an uprising to begin with. Things had taken a long time to go back to the way they had been... and he was glad. There was so much more to the games, they weeded out the weak and unable and left the strongest surviving. Tommy felt like it cleansed society, and made them better for it. Of course all of this had been drummed into his head from being small, having been born from one of the game-makers originally they could explain what was so important about it. He finished up his training sometime before 11 and headed into their grandiose kitchen with painted walls and expensive furnishings, a fridge that was never empty. They had servants who cooked and cleaned for them. It was a life of complete luxury. The cooks had already prepared his breakfast and it sat on the breakfast bar waiting, taking a seat he sat down and began to eat hungrily.