60th Reaping [D6]

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60th Reaping [D6] Jan 14, 2012 0:07:08 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Jan 14, 2012 0:07:08 GMT -5

The escort of the district 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 the 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, "Eliana Ledessa!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Ethan Taurus!"

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 Tuesday, January 17th, a staff member will post saying that volunteering is open. Please do not post until you see this staff message. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE.

Tributes, please do not make your acceptance or denial of your spot in character; instead, please leave an ooc note at the end of your post stating whether they accept or are stepping down for volunteers.

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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MY SHIT IS TOGETHER - Shy Aubergine

60th Reaping [D6] Jan 15, 2012 0:54:43 GMT -5

Post by cameron on Jan 15, 2012 0:54:43 GMT -5

we'll all start a fire
if the bells don't ring in our home town
they're just cheats and liars
they will serve you well

Leaving the back alley that morning, Ethan felt a sense of accomplishment. One less girl would have the possibility of losing her life to the Hunger Games thanks to him and his trusty chompers. The boy felt like he had done a good deed, along the same lines as rescuing a cat from a tree or stopping a forest fire. Really, he could create a business out of this. Save a bunch of families the misery of watching their children get slaughtered on national television. He'd get twenty customers a day. Hell, he'd make millions.

Wiping the blood from his face, Ethan ambled on towards the College, where the Reapings were always held. In all honesty, he was one of few males who wanted to be Reaped in Distrct Six. And he always had. After he killed his parents, he signed up for maximum tesserae only to be Reaped, and yet the day never came. Not like he ever ate the extra food—none of that grain did shit for him. What he wanted was meat. And if he could savage a young girl's body on national television, he'd be utterly ecstatic.

Sure, you can kill him a sick bastard or a psycho, but it was his philosophy: Eat, Shit, Repeat It. He'd lived by it for years and he wasn't changing any time soon.

When he arrived at the college, some fucker next to him kept sniffing him. Ethan glanced at him, and noticed the boy was avoiding Ethan's eyes. Chuckling, he bent down to eye level with the boy, grabbed his face, and held it in front of his. "The fuck you think you're looking at, shitface?" With a sinister smirk, Ethan coughed up the eyeball of the girl he devoured that morning. The slimy organ slammed into the quivering boy's forehead, and Ethan caught it in his hand. "You see this? Yeah, you won't for long if you keep it up." Turning back to stare at the mayor, he added under his breath, "bitch."

As soon as he looked back up he heard the first name called out. Some bitch he didn't give two fucks about. Maybe he could eat her on the train ride to the Capitol.

When the male name was drawn, his heart lurched and he all of a sudden thought it wasn't going to be him. How would he eat people on national television if he wasn't Reaped? He played out the rest of his life in his head and it was pretty miserable. He'd die in a few years from some kinda of transmitted diseases anyway. At least if he was Reaped he'd go down swinging.

And then his name was called, and he roared in pleasure. The male who stood in front of him was quickly bent over, and quick rapid pumps into his rear caused him to squeal. Ethan, however, cheered. Throwing the poor boy on the ground, he ran up on the stage to accept his position.

To accept his motherfucking spot as a Tribute in the motherfucking Hunger Games.

His life was over, and he couldn't wait.

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nyehhhhhh

60th Reaping [D6] Jan 16, 2012 18:52:01 GMT -5

Post by phunke! on Jan 16, 2012 18:52:01 GMT -5

this is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing
strong silent greens silently lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden:pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.

"'Yana, are you ready yet?"
The question had been strained into a yell, its closing inflection reaching shrill proportions to cover the distance between rooms and floors and walls and doors. Eliana groaned her protest, rolling over on the bed - away from the sound threatening to pull her from her much-loved beauty sleep - and as a concession to reality opened her eyes and blotted out the blur to examine the clock on the wall.
Oh.
Oh.
...
When she heard her name being called up the stairs again, this time with far less patience from her mother (who was tired of, although used to, this complete lack of punctuality in her sixteen-year-old daughter), Eliana started again with a heartrate whose rapidity she could feel. "YEAH, ALMOST!" she yelled in the general direction of her bedroom door, going through dresses in her closet with increasing desperation. At last she settled on one, a strapless summer sundress, and pulled it on as soon as she'd thrown off her pajamas. (In her sleep-clouded lack of ability to think, she'd also lost any ability to connect the weather with her clothes - not that this ability was sharp in Eliana at any time, but now it had the approximate dull quality of the average doorknob - and would regret this decision in apparel as soon as her mother had shuffled her out of the door.)
...
Cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold aaaaargnnnngh.
Eliana clutched her forearms with fingernails that dug in and left lingering white streaks on her nearly-white skin. She'd never liked the cold and certainly wasn't liking it any better with a scarcity of warm clothing on; she was even denied the comfort of insulating hair around her neck and face as it had been pulled up into a haphazard ponytail. Her milky-blue eyes darted about the crowd as if searching for a heat source to which everyone else was privy; finding none, she was seized with the urge to bury herself in the coat of the girl standing directly in front of her and was stopped by the stronger urge to not look like a complete idiot.
"Get this ovah with," Eliana muttered irritably under her breath.
...
"Ladies first,"
and then
and then
it was she.
It is I.
Thoughts whirled through her head like wind through a low-pressure region.
It is I. too stunned to look helpless- look helpless look helpless no i don't know how do i look helpless how do i move my limbs- the crowd's hardly moving i need to get through i have to get through- there's my best friend from school she isn't even crying after everything i've done for her all this time- i'm going to be on tv i don't know how to act on tv everyone will watch me- everyone will love me- i need to get to that stage or they'll punish me they'll think i'm sick and they'll come to my house and destroy my room-
it's so cold
...
Eventually the walls of her mind, chapped with wind and bitterly sore, became numb. The crowd was a blur, the stage was a blur, the escort and the mayor and the sky and the hulking behemoth of a 'young man' next to her were all blurs. Looking back, Eliana would remember this moment only as the moment a thread was cut and her carefully-preened life began to split between the fibers.

This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death's blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured,as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.

ooc; accepted

Matt: Thundy, you just gotta walk up to him, sit on his desk
Matt: And say
Matt: "LET ME HAVE YOURS BABIES"
Thundy: NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T DO THESE THINGS

meg.: its not nekkid, he's wearing a tent

Toast: Apprently you're her goldfish, not her child