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61st Reaping [D9] May 18, 2012 23:17:04 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on May 18, 2012 23:17:04 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, "Destiny Queens!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Walker Liggens!"

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, May 22nd, 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]

Last Edit: May 18, 2012 23:39:44 GMT -5 by admin kay

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61st Reaping [D9] May 19, 2012 0:11:33 GMT -5

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Post by Spesh on May 19, 2012 0:11:33 GMT -5

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Reaping day. Honestly my least favorite day of the year. The day is just actually and totally and completely the worst. There are a lot of reason why this day just totally sucks, to be honest. First and foremost, I do not get to spend the day with my fun and really attractive deers, squirrels, and dogs. They are so much fun to be around every single day, and this is one of the few days of the year that I can't be with them. Why though? Too many peacekeepers, that is the reason why I can't. They are nicer to me when there aren't a ton of camera crews around, I guess it is because they do not want to look bad or disrespected.

Then again, there are some pretty big other reasons to just completely dislike reaping day. Listing them: It's really, really hot in the crowd of kids, especially in humid and hot District Nine; being on television, having to be around other kids, getting your finger pricked, the escort, the sadness of somebody else being reaped. All of those things just make reaping day really, really, just plain bad.

Oh yeah, I nearly forgot the possibility of being reaped. That is a whole different story within itself. I mean, nobody wants to be reaped, because, well, that would suck and those people are going off the the slaughter house called the arena. Like, seriously, wherever they go, not I, are screwed. There is absolutely no chance I get reaped. I would not stand a chance, nobody would be there to push me, there would be no nice animals. I'd have to kill animals! Just the thought disgusts me! How could I, Walker Liggens ever do that? It doesn't matter though, since I'm not going to end up being reaped or anything like that. Clearly I can't be reaped, there are like, a bajillion to one odds, so clearly the odds be ever in my favor.

So the people around me, right, my age group, you know the drill. They all stink like factories and other nasty things. They're all freaking out for absolutely no reason, and I'm just standing here like, 'get at me'. I can't wait to give that one guy who gets reaped that one look that says, 'sucks for you'. That is why being attracted to animals is great. Animals never get reaped, they're always going to be there for me. Unless they get hunted, then they die just like a tribute would. But hey, it's the circle of life. I can't do anything about that, so why even bother.

Finally the stupid, annoy, and just generally classless escort comes onto the stage just being stupid and all capitally and stuff like that. If the district were to honestly be polled about what they think of this women, there would be a zero percent approval rating. You have to try to be disliked that much! Absolutely try!

She starts to speak her normal blab that she says every single year, culminating with may the odds always be in my favor, which they are because I won't be reaped, obviously I wont. This is why I don't pay attention to the girls and barely pay attention to the boys. It's only when the escort says, "Walker Liggens!" that I start paying attention.

Wait, who?

Walker Liggens.

Oh, f*ck.

That really isn't good. I thought the odds makers had me at really low odds. They were pretty much wrong. Man, not going to lie, this really sucks. I'm going to die within a week or two and everything like that. Just wow, this really does suck really, really bad. I don't really know what to do, so I just let the Peacekeepers push me forward step by step.

I'm just confused.

How is this me, it shouldn't be. Nobody is going to step up for me, but I don't really care, screw them. They can all just go home and suck and watch me be awesome and die a cool death. I wonder how it will happen... thrown spear, knifed in the back, falling off a cliff, eating poisonous berries... The possibilities are endless! Maybe this won't be so bad after all. If I can just accept my death, I will be able to live life to its fullest for the next week and then go off and die like a poor animal off for slaughter.

Maybe I'll be a bashful deer in my next life.

Once on stage I just stand there, kind of awkward as the mayor finishes all the formalities.

These next few days are going to be interesting.

OOC: Walker Liggens accepts his spot as the district 9 male.

Last Edit: Jun 4, 2012 19:49:23 GMT -5 by Spesh

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61st Reaping [D9] May 19, 2012 4:27:03 GMT -5

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Post by Logan on May 19, 2012 4:27:03 GMT -5

(Credit goes to Sarella for this wonderful graphic!)

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Does, Thinks, Speaks, Hears

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My eyes are closed, and I was experiencing one of the most wonderful dreams that I have had in a long time. It wasn't like any other dream I had, which involved finding my true love, striking the riches, or just living in a happier life, but of a

rebellion. Everyone in the districts were battling against the Capitol, and they were winning. Me and my mom are stuck inside our tiny little house while the rebels were taking down the Captiol, and overthrowing Snow. World peace was finally coming, which was all I wanted for the sixteen years of my life. My father was out there, fighting for our family's freedom, for all of Panem's freedom. It all seemed too good to be true. Everything was happening to fast for me to even digest it, but the loud boisterous voice of my father made it all clear to me that it was just a figment of my imagination.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/center]

Come away little lass come away to the water
To the ones that are waiting only for you
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"Desty! Get up! It's almost time for the reaping!"

The reaping. The one think I dreaded the most all year round. I wasn't a stranger to what the reaping could, and most definitely do to anyone. Last games, one of the most sadistic and suicidal girls was put up on the chopping block. Her name was Lightning, and she seemed like such a sweet girl. Too bad I never really get to know her, but I started to shed tears when I had to watch her pitiful death on live television. She was the first to die, and I just couldn't imagine myself in her position. But I won't. I still was laying in my bed, and I was already having negative thoughts. Thee only thing covering up my body was the silk gown that my mother wore when she was a child. My family is full of hand-me-downs, and I just got used to it. I wanted to stay curled up under my soothing blankets, but If I stayed in the position I was, my father would have to drag me out of my bed, and I don't want him more grumpier then he usually is on days of the reaping. He's always grumpy though.

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Come away little lass come away to the water
Away from the light that you always knew
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I didn't even realize how late I slept in, as the scene I walked in on was utter chaos. Even if I am an only child, my parents always looked at the reaping as some sort of big deal, and that we need to look presentable.

What are they gonna do? Kill us for being unfashionable? Fashion was the thing I worried about the least when the reaping was among us. As long as that annoying escort didn't say my name, I could care less of what happens next. But my parents always think you need to look decent in front of anyone in the Capitol, because you never know who will be the next tributes. And they really expect me to be a tribute, even though I have dodged the reapings for the past 4 years? I don't question them though, because they would easily be enraged with me, and they are already clustered enough as it is. My father was in his room, getting all perked up in his tight little tuxedo that he wore when he was a boy, and mother was already dressed in her basic mahogany colored dress. Mother had the same dress that she wore when she was in the reapings in her hands, and she was advancing towards me to hand it to me. She also had the pin that her mother gave to her, and now is in the possession of me. "Your father is more flustered then ever. Please try not to make him more angry."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

Come away little lad come away to the darkness
In the shade of the night we will come looking for you
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Of course he's angry. I give my father all the rights to be angry. I would be furious too if I could lose my children in the blink of an eye, and to be sent off to their most likely death. Mother's eyes were blood shot red. She always cries on the nights before the reaping, because she's scared she will lose her only child, and I'm even more scared that I will lose the only person who truly loves me in this cruel world. After she spoke with her easily noticeable sore throat, she put the short teal dress into my hands. But she paused for a second, and had her hands grasped onto the pin. My mother always had her moments with that pin, because her mother gave it to her when she was on the bed she soon died on. Her hand soon reached into my hair, and secured the pin in a perfect lock of my hair. Her face was crossed with depression and sorrow, and all I could think of doing was hugging her, and that is what I did. My hands reached around to her back, and I pulled her in tight. I started to whisper in her ear.

"Everything's going to be alright. It's just another reaping, I will be fine." Her grip tightened after the words came out of my mouth, but I had to force her off of me. She nodded her head, and rushed off into her bedroom to fetch father. They both came out, looking like a stunning couple from the Capitol. Their outfits disgusted me, but I love them to death. And I really mean "to death."[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Come away little lad come away to the darkness
To the ones appointed to see it through
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Before I knew it, we were outside of out little cramp house, and were making our way to the main square. The number of children that are in our district always puts me in shock, because it looks like there are a good thousand in chance of being put into the games. It was time for check in, but my mother had a tough time letting go of my hand.

I'm a big girl now, when will you realize that? My father had to hold her back from trying to chase after me, because she didn't want to let me go. The check-in station went smooth and quickly, as usual. The woman asks for my blood, and that's about it. I was one of the last ones of my age group to arrive, and I filed in with the rest of the sixteen year old girls, all of us being very anticipated for this reaping to end as soon as possible. After a little while, silence rushes over the whole Main Square as the male escort steps onto the stage, and start's talking about how the games were made, president snow, and a bunch of other jumbo that I never really understood. I eyed my mother in the crowd of many parents crying her eyes out on my fathers shoulder, but all my father could gesture to me is stay strong. Probably for mother.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Come away little lamb come away to the water
To the arms that wait only for you

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I always get lost when he starts to speak about stuff that doesn't interest any of us children. It just confuses me too much to the point where I can't think straight, so I'm used to tuning out when he starts his long, boring lecture. My mother looked like she was fixing herself up, because there were no more tears in her eyes, and she stood there more confident then before.

Father must of brought up something that is very dear to her. My ears finally tune back in to the annoying high-pitched voice of the escort as he says in a very positive tone that he wants the odds to be ever in our favor. Well, the odds have been in my favor for four years, so I'm guessing it's just another year of the odds being in my favor. As always, he starts with ladies, and his hand digs into the pile of thousands of slips of paper. My name is only in that bowl about ten times, but I lost count long ago. His fingers slip the piece of paper open, and it felt like the whole world pause and went silent for the next two words he was going to say, and those words would effect the rest of my life. "Destiny Queens!" Wait.. What did that man just say?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter
To the ones appointed to see it through
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The only thing I was thinking was that I never really woke up, and I was still in that dream. This can't happen, the odds were in my favor!

Wake up Destiny! WAKE THE FUCK UP![/i] The realization that this wasn't a dream, and that it was reality hit me when the ringing of my mother's voice boomed in the main square. Her voice was cracking a lot, and she was talking like a nervous wreck. "NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY DAUGHTER IN YOUR LITTLE GAMES!" Before I knew it, my mother was rushing towards me with that dress lagging behind her, but the peacekeepers forced her to a stop. They lifted her body up like it was no more than a puppy, and started to pull her back. She was screaming and trying to revolt against the peacekeepers, but one of them bonked her in the head with their weapon, and she was knocked out. Worry struck over my face as my mother was taken away, harmed and defenseless. What will they do to her? Avox Her? Torture Her? KILL HER? I had to think about Mother later, because another set of peacekeepers were dragging me up to the stage where I was soon standing by the obnoxious escort. My eyes looked around for my father, but he was not in sight. All I could do was stay strong, because that's what my family would want me to do. I stood up straight, and tried to look as confident as I could, but the mentor was about to say the name of the boy tribute that I would have to befriend in some sort of way. Soon enough, that same annoying voice was booming across the whole main square. "Walker Liggens!" Who the hell is that?[/center][/blockquote][/color][/blockquote]

We are coming for you
We are coming for you
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Thank goodness the boy tribute was someone I was not familiar with. I know most of the boys around the district, but his name didn't ring a single bell. He stepped out into an empty space, and the peacekeepers dragged him up here in the exact manner they did with me. He looked a year or two older then me, but I wasn't paying much attention to his other features. I was too worried about my mother, and even my father, and what could happen to them just because of her outburst. I've absorbed so much in the past few minutes, and I feel too overwhelmed. I can't watch out for them anymore, they are on their own now, and we all know that I most likely will not be coming back to my home. I wanted to cry, scream, and just run off into the distance from everyone and everything. But that would just cause more grief for my parents, and they have been through too much in their life time. I just stood there, trying to take in everything in the best way I could, and waited for whatever my escort would take me next.

Let the games begin, I guess...

I am Destiny Mary-Ann Queens, I am Sixteen years of age, and I am the District 9 female tribute of the 61st Annual Hunger Games.[/i][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

(Destiny accepts the spot of D9 Female Tribute.)

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Last Edit: May 19, 2012 14:43:51 GMT -5 by Logan