The Reaping District 2

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The Reaping District 2 Jan 19, 2010 0:09:38 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 19, 2010 0:09:38 GMT -5

Glitch hopped onto the stage full of energy and ready to start the reaping. "Alright! Let's get started, shall we?" His bronze hair was carefully laid to the right side of his face, and was unbothered by the small wind.

The girl's bowl called his name and he eagerly dove in. "May the odds be ever in your favour!" he added while removing the girl tribute's name. "Ismene Clemet! Alright! Come on up!"

The boy's bowl seemed to have a few more names then the girl's as he moved his hand around finding the right one. Glitch pulled out the crisp paper and read, "Archer Fields!"

((You may RP your character seeing the reaping/being picked. RPing will continue for 3 days, and then we will move on.))

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The Reaping District 2 Jan 19, 2010 12:05:54 GMT -5

Post by Innocent on Jan 19, 2010 12:05:54 GMT -5

Ismene never liked the reaping, it was always so sad and yet it seemed as if it should be exiting, all the people and the banners. Ismene often referred to it as a festive funeral. You see, the bad thing about knowing a lot of people is that you know the ones who get reaped, it was always so and so's little sister or one of her friends brothers. She pushed that thought out of her head and settled into her spot with the rest of the girls her age. Soon the reaping had begun. "Ismene Clemet! Come on up!" the announcer called sounding all too eager to send her off to a certain death.

There was the exhale from all those glad they weren’t picked then there was the gasps and choked back cries of those who knew and loved her. With out a word she made her way out of the crowd. One of her friends grabbed her arm but said nothing. She didn't have to; her watering eyes said it all. Ismene gave her a sad smile and walked to the stage. This wasn't supposed to happen; when she died it was supposed to be on her terms after she had made every thing right in her life but now. Well now she would be forced to kill and secretly hated for it.

Soon she had made it up on the stage and taken her spot. She looked down at her hands as the other name was called but she paid no attention. She just stared at her hands. They were the hands of a healer not of a murder. What was she going to do? And for the first time in her life she had no answer for herself.
After taking a deep breath she looked up and forced a confident smile for her friends’ sakes. There would be plenty of time to be sullen when she was dead, now it was time to play the game.

--In loveing memory of Alyssa, Nikki, Valerie, Ismene, Jennifer, Raylene, Flynn and Orlando--
--and also Kiara, Cailin, Kat, Evelyn, Reena, and Holly--

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The Reaping District 2 Jan 20, 2010 1:36:50 GMT -5

Post by Quint on Jan 20, 2010 1:36:50 GMT -5

Archer Fields

Archer was late. Very late. Actually, he was extremely late. The Reaping was an event that was never missed. Never. And now, who knew what the consequences were for not showing up? From inside the school locker, he struggled to escape the deep confides of textbooks, pencils, and even ignored love notes that a couple of girls had given him. He looked down at his watch, squinting to see through the dark. So, he had about 7 minutes until the Reaping. 7 minutes to escape. 7 minutes until his name would be snatched out of that damned bowl.

1 hour earlier

“Fields!” Archer turned to the direction in which the voice came. A voice that boomed through the halls, ripping through the ears of several passerby. No one in sight from what he assumed. He turned back to his locker, shoving in the 4 new textbooks they had given him today. A sickening crunch came from his shoulder as the claw curled around it. “Hey f**kface...How was school, today?”

Torrence Donnelly. Classic school douche bag and everyday a**hole.

Archer didn’t answer. He was in a hurry. He had to go to the Reaping. About an hour and he’d have to run on over to his designated box. “Answer me, f**kface...” Torrence persisted. And apparently he was determined. “Damn it! Why won’t you talk?!?”

Grabbing both his shoulders now, he threw him down, sent into a sprawling of kicking and punching. It was messy. But still, Archer had nothing to say. Nothing to breath with actually. Torrence had sent a mind blowing kick to his stomach. “Here, take your stupid books, you little ****.” But the bully still hadn’t finished. He finished his work with another kick to the back as Archer got up, sending him down again. Without resistance or even the slightest struggle, Torrence lifted up Archer and threw him into his locker, slamming down the door and securely locking it.
“Sweet dreams....dumb***...”

Several minutes past. Nothing. Archer sat there in his locker, scrunched up between a note from Adriana LeVine and some graded papers on the human anatomy and how the body reacted from the brain. He sighed and evaluated his injuries. Definably a black left eye. A possible dislocated right shoulder. The rest were several scratches and bruises that would wear off in a few days.

He gave a sorry attempt at kicking down the door. No chance. It was securely bolted in. There was no way out now. Or at least from what he saw. Soon, a bell rang and the sound of pattering footsteps and shrieks and shoves surged through the halls. All of the students, unaware of the stranded boy in the locker, sprinted to the Reaping. Here, in District 2, being reaped was an honour.

Much of honor it turned out to be when half of your limbs are missing and you’re watching as a mutt is nipping at your intestines. Archer had no muse for the Games. It wasn’t really his destiny. He felt no need to worry. He usually lived life without consequences. Only problems that came for no moral reason. Though, he knew that if he didn’t make to the Reaping, it’d be tried for as ditching it. Practically trying to secure his safety. But that wasn’t the case here, was it?

Just leave it up to Torrence Donnelly to lock him up on the day of the Reaping. At last, he gave in and slouched inside his locker, trying to use as little air as possible. What a bad day. And so, there he sat for about an hour, until finally he slowly looked down at his watch and squinted.

Seven minutes.

“Come on...One more good kick and I’ll be out,” he muttered under his breath. And so he did. He leaned as far away from the door as possible and sent his foot launching into the metal locker door. The door ripped off the hinges and flew across the hall. He paid no attention to it though. He had to be somewhere. Fast. Really fast.

He sprinted immediately and even hopped through some alleys. It was a bit of a challenge running in formal wear. A sweater-vest and classy leather shoes. Sloshy mud splashed on all over his new pants and his shoes were caked in mud. Not very appropriate to show up in, but he was who he was. Not someone he very much liked, but he figured it was better to show up horrible then not at all.

And so he ran through the buildings and at last rounded the corner. And at last, into the dreaded Reaping. The girl had apparently already been called out. She didn’t look like much of a career. Neither was he though. He took a small moment of silence while coming in through the back to take some honor to the boy who would step through.

And then the boy’s name was called out. Something from being in a locker for an hour must’ve affected his hearing because he didn’t quite catch it. It was kind of funny, it was as if he had heard...

“Archer Fields!”

He stood still. Cold, mortified and empty. He felt sick. And almost about to vomit. No one knew him. He wouldn’t be missed. Sure, his dad would mourn, but not for long. Not for his miserable excuse of a son. He wasn’t even strong like a Career. But he stepped in from the back. Not from where he was supposed to be. But from where all the adults were watching. Silence. That was all.

People sure did gasp and mutter a few things as he walked past. And everything was just plan awkward because his shoes would squeak as he walked. Several steps until he stepped up on stage, looking into the crowd. He was a dead boy. He was a corpse. Staring into the souls of the countless innocent. Of those who believe that fighting in these Games was great. An honor. A risk, but yet something proud to do for their District.

It wasn’t unfair. Not at all. Not fair that he was reaped. Not fair that he was shoved in a locker. Not fair that he hated his life. Not fair that nobody would miss him. Not fair that most of them were probably cheering on the girl tribute and ignoring him. Life sucked at that moment for Archer Fields.

But that’s just the way it goes, don’t you agree?

Last Edit: Jan 20, 2010 1:43:36 GMT -5 by Quint

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The Reaping District 2 Jan 20, 2010 12:11:21 GMT -5

Post by Innocent on Jan 20, 2010 12:11:21 GMT -5

Finally Ismene looked over the crowd. Some were cheering, some were crying and some just looked a little annoyed. She looked at the other tribute and quickly figured out why. District two liked to win and their tributes for this year didn't look all that great. Ismene the social butterfly and her fellow tribute Archer who didn't seem all that great either.

It was a shame, she might of been able to sneak through to the end if the other one had been a career. Ride through the game on his coat tales and all that, but she doubted that would happen now.

Nevertheless she would need friends in the games and the fellow tribute from her district should be the easiest one to make. However there wasn't much she could do to make friends with him while on this stage so she decided to play the crowd a little. She waved at the crowd, smiling the whole time. At the bottom of the stage there was a photographer taking pictures. She tilted her head in his direction and smiled broader, holding up two fingers next to her face. "District two tribute!" she said with a smile. "And proud of it."

Now if only that Archer guy would stop looking so sullen they might actually be able to put on a good show.

--In loveing memory of Alyssa, Nikki, Valerie, Ismene, Jennifer, Raylene, Flynn and Orlando--
--and also Kiara, Cailin, Kat, Evelyn, Reena, and Holly--