The Reaping [District Eight]

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The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 1, 2009 11:54:33 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Jan 1, 2009 11:54:33 GMT -5

Stepping out onto the stage, the Mayor of District Eight looked snug and comfortable in his homemade woolen sweater. He still lived with his mother, who made him clothes very often. And, being an odd sort of man, he wasn't afraid to admit it.

"It is time," he said as he stood over the impatient people of his District, "To once again honor two of our own children with the opportunity to compete in the Hunger Games." A smile crossed his face. "Let us begin the Reaping!"

[[Roleplaying is allowed in this thread, as long as it is not done excessively. The tributes will be announced soon!]]

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The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 1, 2009 14:09:02 GMT -5

Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Jan 1, 2009 14:09:02 GMT -5

"Ladies first." The sponsor fished around the glass bowl and pulled out a single strip of paper. "Amalia Keffer." They then proceeded to extract a name from the other bowl. This turned out to be the unfortunate Orerevor Gildus.

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The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 1, 2009 14:20:11 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Jan 1, 2009 14:20:11 GMT -5

No. No. No. No.
I dig my fingers into my palm, sending little droplets of blood plumetting to the cobblestone floor of the plaza. That's it. The sponsor said my name.

I'm a tribute.

I'm dead.

This is not good. Not good at all. All my life goals, dreams, and ambitions are flushed down the drain. I won't be able to earn money, I won't be able to live in the districts. I'm sure I'll die as a District 8 tribute...

I step up to the podium and accept my doomed fate.

Last Edit: Jan 1, 2009 14:28:34 GMT -5 by Gempol

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leekachun Seam Resident 15 POSTS last seen Jan 11, 2009 6:02:01 GMT -5	The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 2, 2009 9:18:44 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by leekachun on Jan 2, 2009 9:18:44 GMT -5 I breath a sigh of relief as my name is once again overlooked
	KIMCHI WONTON AND PINGPONG=ASIAN! Desmond Choo - D.8 - Age 13 Wilson Kim - D.6 - Age 16

bellaorkatniss Seam Resident 44 POSTS last seen Sept 19, 2009 11:49:10 GMT -5	The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 2, 2009 14:11:51 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by bellaorkatniss on Jan 2, 2009 14:11:51 GMT -5 Dion I sigh, but only half-relieved my name wasn't called. I didn't know this person, and I guess I never will. Well, I guess it's for the better not knowing either of them. One might come back. . . Maybe.
	Perdita Fane -- District 9 Dion -- District 8

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The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 2, 2009 18:38:08 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Jan 2, 2009 18:38:08 GMT -5

As I stand on the podium and look at the rest of the citizens of District Eight, a new determination is sparked in me. I won't leave my family and my friends behind. I won't leave my loved ones in sorrow. I will win, for everyone. And even if I don't win I'll go down with a hell of a fight.

The Hunger Games, here I come.

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The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 6, 2009 10:00:03 GMT -5

Post by iliver on Jan 6, 2009 10:00:03 GMT -5

I can't believe these games are back on, after what i went through... I feel for these kids, knowing they wont make it out. How could they? There is nothing but a terrible fate for them... Ever since me, no one's won from 8. I take my seat and await the two kids who will definitely not make it out. I hate those little careers... Always winning leaving the rest of the districts poor, well except for me... yeah im a gambler, because i've got nothing else to do...

Year after year ive watched these kids die. Most by the hands of the careers, others by eachother. This year will be no different, i wouldnt expect the kids to think otherwise either.

"Amalia Keffer..." the first name, a girl. I dont see her... Whatever she'll die in a few weeks anyhow... "Orevor Gildus.." He makes his way up here and i just stare at him... Stupid kid thinks he can win this, ill show him its nearly impossible.

They ask me up to the podium after im introduced to the tributes...
what i'd like to say is good luck hope your death isnt torturous, but what i do say is..
"Show me some winners District 8!" At this I exit the stage and head over to my house in 'Vctor's Village' and i sit on the prch awaiting for the call of duty...

Last Edit: Jan 6, 2009 10:07:15 GMT -5 by iliver

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The Reaping [District Eight] Jan 6, 2009 18:03:50 GMT -5

Post by amalia on Jan 6, 2009 18:03:50 GMT -5

"Amalia Keffer" My name sees to ring in my ears, and I feel sick. I close my eyes, blocking out my family's horrified exprssions.
Out of several undred other girls' names, mine was the one the mayor picked. I'm only sixteen! I should have more time to live.
But these are the Hunger Games.
I step forward to join Orerevor Gildus, my fellow condemned, on the stage.

rumpy46 Seam Resident 11 POSTS last seen Jun 9, 2009 15:47:03 GMT -5	The Reaping [District Eight] Feb 13, 2009 17:26:36 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by rumpy46 on Feb 13, 2009 17:26:36 GMT -5 i breathe a sigh of relief and allow a brief smile to spread across my lips, good, more time to train.