56th Reaping [D7]

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56th Reaping [D7] Sept 4, 2010 7:49:23 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Sept 4, 2010 7:49:23 GMT -5

The mayor of District Seven stepped out onto the stage, a smile plastered across his face as he stared into the cameras that surrounded the stage. It was time once again to choose two children to compete in the Hunger Games, and it was his job to do so.

"It is time," he said as he stood over the impatient people of his District, "To once again send two of our own children to the Capitol to compete in the Hunger Games. Let us begin the Reaping!"

He did not look to see the reaction of his district before reaching into the glass ball that held the names of the female children. "Ladies first," he announced, pulling out a slip of paper. He unfolded it and read out to the crowd, "Noelle Pines!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Johnothan Wrusche!"

OOC- RPing is allowed. If you wish to volunteer, let the tribute post first either accepting or stepping down from their place for volunteers, and then post. If the tribute doesn't reply by midnight site time on Tuesday, September 7th, a staff member will post saying that volunteering is open. Please do not post until you see this staff message. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE.

Also, and this is really important: If you have been selected as a tribute and plan on going into the arena, we HIGHLY SUGGEST you take some RP Tutoring lessons ASAP. It doesn't matter what level RPer you are; everyone can use a little help. RPing a tribute is a PRIVILEGE; if you're not going to put the time and effort into making your posts the best they can be then you can count yourself among the dead...-evil laugh- It's not a requirement, but please please please just consider the lessons. They'll help even the most advanced RPer. [/blockquote][/size][/justify]

Last Edit: Sept 4, 2010 10:17:51 GMT -5 by Lulu

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56th Reaping [D7] Sept 6, 2010 19:49:56 GMT -5

Post by A Toa's Friend (atoafriend) on Sept 6, 2010 19:49:56 GMT -5

-------johnathan---{1st person]

My heart seized up as the mayor called my name. Well, I guess it was bound to happen, me getting called. Otherwise what'd they give me all those tessarae for? But even so, there's no stopping the sheer terror that floods a person's consiousness when their name is called by the overly bubbly Capitol persons.

I glanced around at the guys around me. District 7 was a construction zone, so everyone here was heavy-built, strong, and soft-spoken. That is, everyone except me. If only I were like them, then I'd at least stand a chance against those hardened blood-crazed Careers who knew a thousand ways to kill an innocent 14-year-old (and 941 of them hurt).

...okay, well, maybe I'm not THAT innocent...

Suck it up, just suck it up, I told myself, as all this passed through my mind in a matter of seconds as I began to walk, slowly but surely, to the mayor. Slowly but surely, slowly but surely...

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56th Reaping [D7] Sept 7, 2010 15:59:45 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2010 15:59:45 GMT -5

Noelle Pines

A shudder ran through my skin, and I felt goosebumps climbing up my arm. My gaze was set coldly and solely on the stage. I had seen so many people walk up those steps, stand in front of the crowd, and then disappear forever. Two of them had been my friends, Ruby and Carex. Two years in a row. It was almost as though the Capitol was personally ripping my life into pieces, slowly, painfully. And yet, I had tried to stay strong and unbreakable. I had tried to keep myself together. But the wave of pain that hit my chest when I looked at that stage was getting the best of me. I wanted to run, hide, and cry, but at the same time, I couldn't look away from the two glass balls occupying the center of the stage. What would the Capitol do this time? Would they take one of my sisters into the games? One of my brothers? I crossed my fingers, hoping nothing like that would happen, hoping that maybe these games wouldn't pull me deep into that dark sea of depression like the previous ones did.

Suddenly, I felt a slight breeze and shuddered again. Another wave of sorrow passed through me as I stared emptily into the past. I felt the nightmare coming, the same one I experienced every night when I closed my eyes. Except this time, it was haunting me while I was still awake, while I was at my weakest point, staring into sadness and regret. It was pulling me under, knowing that I was vulnerable enough to let it do so. Suddenly, I felt someone tap my shoulder, and quickly turned around. It was...Ruby? No, not possible. I blinked, and of course, she was gone. I turned back around and tried to calm myself down by taking a deep breath. I was panicking over nothing. It was just a hallucination. Ruby was never there. I watched intently as the mayor stepped onto the stage, and quickly, I stuffed my hands into my pockets, attempting to keep myself under control. I blinked and suddenly, Ruby was standing there, on the stage, her wide brown eyes defining her. I looked down at the ground, knowing it wasn't true. I didn't look back up, knowing that if I did, all I'd see was Ruby again, helplessly standing on that stage. She was everywhere. I felt one more swift breeze, and listened to the trees as they rustled bitterly against it. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the ground, and my ears focused on the mayor who I knew, was now reaching into the glass reaping ball, pulling out a slip of paper. But the sound of the trees caught my attention. The leaves sounded like they were rustling...a name, over and over. "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby," the trees whispered. "God, no, please, no," I pleaded, covering my ears, trying to block the sound out. But my hands did no help.

Instead, the sound was vibrating through my brain, trapping me, pulling me down again. "Stop it!" I shouted, closing my eyes, unaware that my thoughts were being projected aloud. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop torturing me like this! Ruby's dead! She's gone! It's not my fault!" I felt as though my hands were about to crush my skull, if the deathly voices didn't first. Why was I doing this to myself? Why was I allowing the past to haunt me? Suddenly, the breeze stopped, and the leaves went silent, therefore the voices decayed. I sighed, opened my eyes, and took my hands away from my ears. I realized I had fallen to my knees, and quickly got back up, hoping no one had seen that. I looked around and noticed that everyone, including the mayor, was staring at me, as though I was some sort of animal. I blinked cluelessly back at them all. Had they heard my shouting? Did they think I was insanely mad? I assumed so. Why else would people be staring at me? The mayor was definitely standing much too far from me to have heard all of that, I mean, I wasn't shouting that loud...so then, why was he staring? I felt a hand gently push me forward, towards the stage. I looked back, confused. A girl whispered, "Go up there. You were picked." My insides suddenly went cold. "I...was...reaped?" I managed to croak out. Nodding heads confirmed this, and I bit my lip, trying to stay strong, trying not to run away and hide. How could I have missed my own name? Was I that disoriented?

I walked slowly up to the stage, looking at the ground to keep the overwhelming hallucinations away. If I was going insane, then maybe this wasn't real either. Maybe I was imagining this too. Maybe death would be good for me. I nodded at the thought. Death would be nice. At least, it seemed nice at the moment. But the irony of it all was just too unreal. First, Ruby's brother, then Ruby, then Carex, and now...me. I knew I wouldn't make it home. I was positive of that. Two years ago if I was picked, I might've actually had a chance. I used to be strong, physically and mentally. And I usually was, almost day to day. But today was a definite exception to that, when I had to relive the memories I had been avoiding for two years, and when just a glance at the stage before me could drive me into madness.

I felt weak, as I stumbled up the steps, and then took my place, staring into the crowd. I looked for my family. I spotted a red ponytail, and knew it was my sister, her face fixed on the ground. Then, I saw my brother, his hands in his pockets, his eyes gazing into nothingness. If someone in my family had to die, I knew that it was best being me. I knew that none of my siblings would volunteer for me anyways. They knew I wouldn't want them too. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and weak, barely able to hold myself up. But it was not out of fear, or even sorrow, but just the sickness of it all. Helplessly, I looked into the crowd, and then down at the stage below my feet, trying to keep myself from going insane again. The wind started blowing again, and I heard its quiet whistling of Ruby's name. I couldn't bear it anymore. She was everywhere I looked, even everywhere I didn't look. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, trying to erase it all from my brain. Why couldn't the past leave me alone? There was no way out. I felt tears rushing down my cheeks, and I collapsed to my knees, right on the stage, in front of the whole district. What a great way to show my competition what they were up against. But what did it matter anyways? What was happening to me? Why was I like this? I had never gone this mad before. Guilt rose up inside of me as the voices in my head grew louder, whispering Ruby's name. It was all my fault she was gone. It was all my fault I was up on this stage now. I should've been up here two years ago. I should've volunteered for her.

"I can't do this," I whispered to myself, still on my knees. I brought my hands away from my ears once the voices in my head finally silenced. I couldn't look at the crowd. I wouldn't let myself. I didn't even have the strength to stand back up. And yet I didn't even care. I didn't care if they had to have peacekeepers haul me off the stage and into the Justice Building. I didn't care if all of Panem had just watched me go insane. Finally, I built up just enough strength to lift my head up just enough to see the cameras, just enough for the cameras to see me, my eyes burning with hatred. "You monsters!" I shouted at the cameras, my words directed right at the Gamemakers. "You sick, sick monsters!" And that's when I broke into tears again, my head drooping towards the ground, my red hair concealing the tears that ran down my face. If only I could stay here, curled up, never having to face the future. If only I could die right here, right now.

OOC: I guess I'm...denying Noelle's spot. So...yeah. Open for volunteering.

Last Edit: Sept 7, 2010 16:00:45 GMT -5 by Deleted

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56th Reaping [D7] Sept 7, 2010 18:14:24 GMT -5

Post by clovegoodshot on Sept 7, 2010 18:14:24 GMT -5

~Hermione Easteallas

I stand in the Town Square and witness the Reaping. I feel nervous, but not immensely. I hear the names, and neither of them are me. But the girl, the poor girl, she looks so out of place. She doesn't resemble any Tributes, or anything. She looks innocent, innocent enough to not have to be in the Games.

I walk rather slowly through the crowd, and stand in the center of the Square. I think of my father, the owner of a lumber company, my mother, sits at home, watching TV. My brothers, little and innocent. My sister, she doesn't even know.

I walk farther down the Square, and let my attire flow around me. I take tiny steps, but eventually I do make it to the very front of the Square. I step infront of the entire crowd, and prepare myself to volunteer. I take a breath, sigh, and release the first three sounds of my name. But the I stop. I think. Do I have a high chance of Victor?

I am amazing with an axe, with throwing knives I can pass as very fair. I sit in an arena, with an arena, with an axe in my right hand. Suddenly, the axe is in a mans stomach. Then I am grabbing it out of his chest, and shove it through a girls neck. Oh yea. I would win, or at least have a chance. So I step forwards, and prepare again to say my name.

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56th Reaping [D7] Sept 8, 2010 15:20:34 GMT -5

Post by clovegoodshot on Sept 8, 2010 15:20:34 GMT -5

Hermione is now D7f volunteer Tribute

Hermione Easteallas. That name is floating around all of Panem. Ever mind in seven recognizing the name as my father owns one of the many lumber companies.

I stalk my way up onto the stage, and let my dress flow behind me. I am asked my name, I tell them, I am asked why I volunteered. I decide I will tell them the truth."I volunteered because I want a life, a life outside of the lumber mills and chopping down trees. I want some real action, and I intend on getting it, see ya back here in 7 in a few weeks everyone!"

I say a bit to confidently. I immediately take it back and act a little more scared. I walk off the stage into the Justice Building. They escort me into a very fancy room. I sit on the bed, and wait for visitors.

But no body comes.

My father I didn't expect because he is dissapointed in the fact that I don't like chopping trees everyday. My mother walks by the door, but doesn't come in, and my sisters and brothers try to come in, but my mother holds them back.

Tears roll down my face.

I might just die on the first day, at the Cornucopia.

No. I refuse to let that happen. I will prove to my family, to everyone that I have skill and that I will win the Games.

Because I will. I will win the Games.