(sorry if this goes through more than once. :/ ) I am going to re-post Jennifer's form, because I added things that weren't supposed to be there.
Name: Jennifer "Jen" Vivian "Viv" Lestrade
Age: LITERALLY just turned 12 (is a week or so after Ellie, though)
Looks: Gen has dirty-blond hair that goes chin-height and is usually in a ponytail or mini-braid to keep it out of her face. Her skin is fair and slightly tanned. She's a little tall for her age, but not much. She has the same puppy-dog brown eyes but they are a shade or two lighter. She's thin and agile, but is muscular and can handle herself in a fight.
Parents: Greg Lestrade
Personality: Like her brother, Viv is just like her dad. Sometimes she may not seem to like you if you annoy her, but if she actually likes you as a friend, it will show sometimes. She cares a lot about friends and family. She gets it when certain people die, but sometimes she won't admit it if certain people do (her brother, for example). She gets it when she needs help and is not afraid to ask for it. If it concerns her friends/family, somethings she won't believe even when everyone else does but when she really, really, really needs to, she will consider it. She's used to people saying mean stuff and will roll with it.
Other: Is the best with the hammer, cares a lot for her brother and knows how to shoot a gun, but isn't that good. She can also use a whip very, very well.
Reaping Day. Yay. Fun. Joy. Mind the sarcasm. I know, I know. District 2, Career District. However, my dad is kind-of a down-to-earth-guy and realized that the Hunger Games were awful. Hence, my sister and I were raised hating the Games but not showing it around everyone else. Now, here is my sister, Jennifer, and I at the town square of District 2. And, this is Jennifer's first year. AND, it's a Quarter Quell. And, to top it all off, the, ah, twist is that if you get picked, your sibling has to go in with you. Great. I just need to last two to three years before I'm out. However, Jennifer needs to last... six more years. I just have to hope neither of us get picked this year or any other year. Then I'll be off to District 12 as a Peacekeeper. I filed in to Town Square with Jennifer. We split ways, however, as I was a boy and because of the age different. The escort walked onto the stage and up to the microphone. "Welcome, welcome to the 125th Hunger Games!" she cried out cheerfully. "As always, girls first," she crooned and then walked to the girl's bowl. Please don't pick Jen, please don't pick Jen, I thought to myself. Luck was not with me. "Jennifer Vivian Lestrade!" she told us. Numbly, I watched as my only sister walked to the stage. I jogged to catch up with her. "And what is your name?" the escort asked me, handing me the microphone. "Gray Gavin Lestrade," I told her, my voice energetic but my heart hollow. "Well, well, well! Shake hands you two. And say hello to District Two's Tributes!" she told the district and started clapping. So did the rest of the district. I faced my sister and saw that she knew we were possibly going to our deaths. We shook hands and walked to the rooms we were to stay in before the trains arrived.
I tapped my fingers on my arm as I looked at Blake. I was on my knees and studying him. I swept off his shoulders and rested my hands on his arms which were right at his side. I sighed as I looked at his face. He was looking at the ground. I put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, look," I said softly, leaning forward to make him look at me. He lifted his head to look me in the eyes. "There is no way you'll be picked this year, okay? It's your first year. The chances are slim to none," I told him. "What about you?" he asked. "I haven't been picked all this time. You think it's going to be different this year? Hm?" He looked at the ground again. "And you know what we're going to do when this is all over?" I asked him. He shook his head. "We're going to go over to Beta's house and we're going to see her and John with dad, okay?" He nodded. I sighed. The Hunger Games. The worst time of the year. Beta had married John a year after she was freed from the Games for certain. Of course, she had gone in when she was my age, so we were in the Victor's Village, but she waited for John, who was a year older than her. So, she married when I fourteen and when Blake was nine. I just had to make it through today and I was free. But this year was a Quarter Quell. And if your sibling got picked, you had to go in, too. "Guys, come on, it's time to go," our dad said, standing in the doorway. I nodded and stood up.
Dad left the doorway. Grace offered me her hand. I took it. I hadn't held her hand in years. But this year was... special. I sighed as we made our way to Town Square. Grace's comfort had not been comforting. We walked to Town Square and then we all parted ways. "Welcome, welcome to the 125th annual Hunger Games!" the escort said. "As always, girls first," she said and went to the girls' bowl. She picked out a paper and read it out. "Grace Elizabeth Mellark," she reads. I see Grace go white and after a second, she goes up. She waves me up and I remember that it's the Quarter Quell. White as well, I go up with her. "And what is your name?" she asks. "Blake Lucas Mellark," I tell her. "And here are this year's District Seven tributes!" she says and claps. A few people clap, but not a lot. "Go on you two, shake hands," the escort told us. Grace pulled me into a hug and whispered, "I won't let anyone lay a finger on you, I promise."