The Reaping District 6

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The Reaping District 6 Jan 19, 2010 0:29:08 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 19, 2010 0:29:08 GMT -5

Trina didn't pay much attention when she announced the crowd, "May the odds be ever in your favour..." Her phone kept vibrated and she had to text back or she may never be able to show her face again.

While using her phone in her left hand, she drew a girl's name with her right. "Jasna Michelson." Trina said uninterested in the tribute approaching the stage.

She wondered how she would ever get her popularity to the height it had been before she got District 6 as a District. "Rocko Hopkins?"

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The Reaping District 6 Jan 19, 2010 4:53:29 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Jan 19, 2010 4:53:29 GMT -5

Jasna glanced up at the escort. So she was chosen, hmm? Thinking she had nothing left to lose, she smiled ever so slightly to herself. Not that anybody caught that. Heaven forbid she be seen smiling after hearing her name drawn. She held her head up high, wondering if anybody really cared now. Her loving family probably did but that was it. Like she said, nothing left to lose.

Jasna stepped out of her place in line and proceeded forward. She wasn't going to run; she wasn't going to take her sweet time either. It's just a walk, she kept repeating to herself. Granted, it was probably the last time she was going to step in this district. But at least she could rid herself of the horrible peacekeepers who ruled district 6 without mercy.

She had no hopes. She was never trained to do anything like this. She was still learning! And training was not something that would have crossed her mind. At least she was okay with dying. How horrible her mentality would have been if she went into the Games fearing death. But life had its twists and turns and Jasna was slightly hoping on discovering them. After all, it was in her nature.

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The Reaping District 6 Jan 19, 2010 21:59:00 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Jan 19, 2010 21:59:00 GMT -5

Rocko Hopkins:

My eyes open suddenly and I take a moment to take in my surroundings. I have just woken up, I'm in my bed, it's already afternoon, and it is the day of the reaping. Although the house is usually quiet in the mornings, today brings an eerie silence to my ears.

I move slowly out of my bed and take every step, every movement careful. As I put on my reaping outfit my mind leads to worry. I couldn't bear to hear Veronica or Clarisse's name leave Trina's mouth today. I firmly believe that Veronica could handle herself in the Games. But I know if she was left to only her thoughts for that long, she'd want to end it to be with Trevor.

I made my way into the living room to find Clarisse on the couch stroking Serenity's hair. Serenity's face was wet with tears and small blood stains showed through her thin powder blue dress. Her lip was swollen and her right eye was purple. Veronica had once spoken of Serenity's father being violent. I have to wonder though, what could she do to deserve this from someone who is supposed to take care of her.

I notice the lack of my sister's presence and make my way to the kitchen. I find Veronica in the kitchen embraced by Jango. Her arms are at her side and her eyes seem glazed over with the thoughts of Trevor. Her head rests on Jangos's chest as his arms hold her in close. Nothing is said among the three of us.

I turn to leave the kitchen but remember Serenity's lip. I grab some frozen peas from the freezer and return to the living room.

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The five of us leave the house silently. Serenity has changed into one of my sister's dresses because of the blood stains. The dark fabric hung off of her skinny frame. Fortunately, the dark color took away from the bright red color of her face.

Clarisse's parents had met us outside of the house and greeted each of the girls with a hug. Clarisse's parents were the closest things to parents Veronica had and I was grateful for that. I started to wonder where our father was, but I soon realized he would probably be at an open bar until the very last minute before the reaping. Jango's parents decided to meet him at the square, while Serenity's dad was probably still at home hoping for Serenity's name to be called.

I walked alone to the square. Yes, I walked with Veronica, Serenity, Jango, Clarisse, and Clarisse's parents, but I walked with nobody at my side.

I walked behind Veronica and Jango; their arms were linked as they walked. How had they gotten so close in such a short amount of time? What could have possibly happened the night we brought him home? I left Veronica there alone with him, and then what? What did they do? How is she letting herself getting so attached to him? Especially after Trevor's death? Especially right before the reaping?

When we got about half way to the square, Veronica dettached herself from Jango and walked back towards me. She grabbed my hand and we continued to walk. Her hands were cold and clammy. I looked at her; she was so pale, she was practically translucent. Her eyes still had a glazed effect over them and I could tell she was trying not to cry.

"Hey," I whispered to her. She didn't reply. I quietly, so that only she could hear, recited a poem I had written. It was a poem about her that I had written over the summer. She's never heard it before, but she's probably clinging on to every word so that her thoughts are preoccupied.

We got to the square and assembled on stage. I didn't know any of there other guys standing next to me; I was alone with my thoughts. After the mayor spoke, a young women stood up. She had her cell phone glued to her hand and an annoyed expression on her face.

Before I knew it, her skinny hand was reaching into the girl's bowl. I pleaded in my head, I begged. Not Veronica. Not Clarisse. Not Serenity. "Jasna Michelson," I took a sigh of relief. I was home free now. Nobody I loved was going into the Games. I tried not to let a smile on my face show a girl walked on stage to be sentenced to death.

"Rocko Hopkins?" I heard. I couldn't breath. All the other guys around started to choke me. Plastic was being placed over my face. I looked at Veronica. She had a completely blank stare on her face, but tears were falling rapidly. Clarisse was holding her.

Clarisse looked beautiful today. This is the last day I'd see her. This is the last day I have to see her sparkling smile or her soft copper hair. Clarrisse's face was blank as well.

I took the steps forward and claimed my spot on the stage. That night, I promised myself, I would share with Clarisse. I would do something. If this will be the last day I see her, I will make the most of it. I can only hope that she pitys me and pretends to share the same feelings.

Last Edit: Jan 19, 2010 22:05:21 GMT -5 by Tori

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The Reaping District 6 Jan 20, 2010 23:31:59 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 20, 2010 23:31:59 GMT -5

Clarisse:

I left the house early this morning. It was the day of the reaping, and we all had to be there for Veronica. It was a hard day for her. All those memories of Trevor.

I walked to Serenity's house to pick her up before going to Veronica's. When I knocked at the door, I was greeted with screaming, and Serenity running out in tears. She ran right out of the house and around the corner. I followed her, and she flew right into my arms when I got there. We stood like that for a few minutes. Me holding her, her sobbing.

It took me a little while to notice she was bleeding. All over. And she had a black eye. I let her get hurt. I wasn't there to protect her, like I promised. "Come on." I say grabbing her wrist, and pulling her along to Veronica's.

When I get there, Jango answers the door. He has been hanging around a lot lately, I can't help but wonder what's been up with him and Veronica. They're suddenly really good friends. He sees Serenity and lets her in helping my to the couch. Jango brings out some bandages, and tissues.

I try to help Serenity, but she just says she's "fine", and lays her head on my shoulders to cry a little more. Soon, Rocko comes out and heads into the kitchen. He must have seen Serenity, because he comes back with a pack of frozen peas for her eye. He's so sweet.

Veronica comes out a bit later, and let's out a little cry when she sees Serenity. We help her into Veronica's room and get her all cleaned up. When we leave for the reaping, we catch up with my parents and walk there with them.

Once there, I give them a big hug. They've never made me get tessera. And I'm thankful for that, but there's always a chance. "We love you." my mom says as she kisses me on the forehead. I tell her I love her two, and the seven of us go our seperate ways.

I walk with Veronica to the section of sixteen year old girls. I try to make conversation, but it's a failed attempt. Her mind is preoccupied with thoughts of, well,Trevor I would assume. Our escort fumbles onto the stage, texting, and draws the girl's name uninterested.

"Jasna Michelson." I can't help but wonder who this poor girl is. I can't even begin to imagine what's she's feeling. What it must feel like to be sentenced to death. But then, I can, because the escort calls the boy tribute's name. Rocko Hopkins. In that moment, I knew what it felt like to die.

No. No. No. Anyone but him. Not Rocko. Not my Rocko. No, this wasn't real, I tried to tell myself this wasn't real. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Rocko. Rocko was going to die. This was the end for him. And I would be forced to watch on live tv. The tears spilled over, but I couldn't distract the thoughts in my head.

Would he lose himself and become that vicious, violent monster I had seen him become that one day toward Jango? Would he just give up? No. My face didn't show emotion, and yet the tears kept coming.

I looked to Veronica, she too had tears streaming down her face. But she was in a state of shock. Her eyes were hard and cold; they were unreadable. She didn't make any expressions, she just watched Rocko climb to the stage. I wanted to do something to make her feel better. She had already lost her lover to the games. And now, her brother would be lost too.

I wrapped my arms around her, and laid my head on her shoulder, stroking her hair that was now becoming wet. I couldn't even begin to imagine how she was feeling or what she was thinking. I only knew that once again, she had died inside. And that there may be no overcoming this one.

Rocko stop on the stage, staring back at us. I wondered how he most feel, to know this is his last day in the district. No, what was happening to me optomisstic self? What was happening to me? No, Rocko would return. To Veronica. He would return. For me. Rocko, love, please win. For me.

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