58th Reaping D1

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58th Reaping D1 Jul 1, 2011 23:01:06 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Jul 1, 2011 23:01:06 GMT -5

The mayor of District One stepped out onto the stage, a smile plastered across his face as he stared into the cameras that surrounded it. 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, "Soyala Delaire!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Allen Hearst!"

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 Wednesday, July 6th, 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]

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58th Reaping D1 Jul 2, 2011 3:42:45 GMT -5

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Post by skylarversion2 on Jul 2, 2011 3:42:45 GMT -5

She wouldn't get reaped. Of course, there was the possibility that it would happen, but she was confident that this was not her year. Nor was it the year before or the year before that, either. And she wouldn't get reaped the year after this one or the year after that or after that either, all the way up until she was 18. There was the fact, however, that she had the biggest chance yet, because her name would be entered 6 times now instead of 3 or 1, but there were countless others in the District, and as much as she would have loved to volunteer, there always was something that held her back.

She, personally, felt no reason to even go to the Square. If it wasn't mandatory, and if she wouldn't have known that her voice would've bitched at her for days upon days, and if she would've felt like the Peacekeepers wouldn't find her and do whatever they do because showing up to the Reaping was forced, then she wouldn't have went at all. There was always too much time to stand, just to hear her name not being said at all, and to wander off to a tree and sleep under it and converse with the voice about how she would never get reaped, just to hear something along the lines of, You never know. Next year, you'll have even more of a chance..

And what made it even worse on that particular day was the heat. Sweat beaded down her face and small stains had formed along the fabric under her armpits. This, however, did not stop anything. People still poured by the family-full, all wearing their dresses and plaid shirts and hair bows and makeup, and they all looked equally excited. Some brought professionally designed fans and others brought small bottles of water, but most brought nothing.

She glanced around, silently saying hello to the birds circling the crowd and glaring at people that had found the audacity to look at her. Are you excited? the voice sounded. It had a very high pitched, female like voice, but still had enough maturity to know she could be no younger than 30. It claimed to be her mother, and at one time, Soyala was persuaded that it was. The voice had said, I am your mother. Kill the fakes.

And she had.

In the middle of the night, she'd went into the kitchen and got a knife. Vividly, she remembered how it seemed white with the blue that night created. She remembered sliding her finger along the blade, to make sure it was sharp enough. She remembered going into their room and grinning at them, happy to know that they were sound asleep. She remembered killing her father first, and she remembered how red the blood made the sheets. She remembered that her hand tingled as the blade caused friction with the skin, and she remembered going through the incision just one more time to make sure it had worked. She remembered how both of them coughed and struggled. She remembered that she loved every second of it. But now she remembered that sometimes she wished it would have happened to her.

The speech given by the mayor was very long and boring. No one listened to it, but everyone knew what it was about. She was left thinking about what she could have been, what she could have become, if the voice hadn't had persuaded her as much as she had.

It was as if her ears were trained to know when the speech was over, because they began listening as soon as the mayor was finished. "It is time to once again send two of our own children to the Capitol to compete in the Hunger Games. Let us begin the Reaping!" the mayor boomed. The whole Square was silent. "Ladies first," he added, and Soyala felt a small burst of nerve hit her as he reached deep into the bowl.

Her name was in there 6 times. She had no chance to be Reaped. She told herself that she wouldn't, but she also told herself that she wished she would be.

"Soyala Delaire!" he excitedly announced. Suddenly, her face became hot. She reached up and squeezed her right cheek. Why was she not happy. Why was it hot. Why did her head suddenly pound. Why did her stomach churn. Why were her feet glued to the ground. Why. Why. Why? Why.

Why.

"Tell me why," she mentally voiced. Hopefully the voice would return.

Why was she reaped? Why couldn't her predictions have been right? She wasn't reaped. She couldn't have been. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them. It wasn't a dream. It was real.

The voice did not help.

Darling, you've done it. Congratulations.

[she accepts, she's just a little shocked.

or maybe a lot.]

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58th Reaping D1 Jul 2, 2011 18:13:17 GMT -5

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Post by Gorim on Jul 2, 2011 18:13:17 GMT -5

Oh, you're kidding me...

Allen was torn between raging at the world and simply cracking up. Because this, this was solidifying the idea in his head that his life was some sort of sick, tragic comedy.

Because really. If his brother couldn't to it two years ago, what on earth makes anyone think he can do it?

Timothy died in the Bloodbath. Timothy, who used axes and had been dutifully training as a Career since forever.

Allen had only been serious about it since Timothy died. And he wasn't intimidating. He wasn't tall or strong.

No, he was doomed.

He shook his head firmly. That was no way to think. He was from District One. For too long, District freaking Twelve had been winning. That's just ridiculous.

He may die, but he was going to die with dignity. And hopefully he'd die in a cool way, like a spear in the eye or something. Nothing anticlimactic, like dehydration. Not that he didn't put that past himself. He was stupid like that.

He walked up to the stage and stood there, feeling taller than he was, feeling stronger than he ever would be.

If you're going to die, die with dignity. If you're going to win, don't hold back.

Life or death... he thought dryly. If Lady Luck exists, now would be an excellent time to show up.

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58th Reaping D1 Jul 4, 2011 6:24:31 GMT -5

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Post by skylarversion2 on Jul 4, 2011 6:24:31 GMT -5

Her stomach churned over and over again before chunks of last night's slop approached her mouth. What had she eaten again? She swallowed it back down, leaving an acidic burning in her throat. She felt her eyes roll, she felt her tongue start bleeding. Had she bitten it in an effort to make sure this wasn't a dream? She couldn't really feel it, but it tasted horrible Darling, you've did it. You need to move now. Up to the stage. People are staring. The tone was high and enveloping, but it had almost no effect.

Her foot slid across the ground, and then the other. She'd began walking. She tried to take control of herself. Soyala, you are 15 now. You are excited. You will win. Now go to the stage. And it slightly worked.

Her feet began to move faster, but her heart still pounded on and on and she could hear it in her ears. Oh, I am so happy for you! You've wanted it for so long... And she had. Or maybe... maybe she wanted the idea of it.

Slowly, she walked up the steps, staring out at the crowd. For a moment, she was taken away from the sudden fear. She let a small chuckle at the faces of some of the people in the crowd. Her name was Soyala Delaire, no one had heard of her! Why were they seeming like she was their closest relative? It was District 1, the tributes from District 1 always did well. But then she was encased by fear once more. She felt the food rise up once more. She vomited.

She was the District 1 female tribute.