62nd Reaping [D12]

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62nd Reaping [D12] Sept 7, 2012 23:13:28 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Sept 7, 2012 23:13:28 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, "Lexi Kiko!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Almar Nichols!"

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, September 11th, 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.. 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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62nd Reaping [D12] Sept 8, 2012 14:20:43 GMT -5

Post by fomerly known as [tennis] on Sept 8, 2012 14:20:43 GMT -5

Almar Nichols

Speech
Thoughts
Escort's speech

Almar woke up, sweat beading at his forehead yet again. Today was the day. His 5th Reaping. As he got up, cleaning his face and trying his best to clear the groggy feeling that he earned from the lack of sleep, he began to hear his parents stir as well. Well, not technically his parents. But he considered them his parents nonetheless.

He walked into the living room/kitchen, where his mother had made muffins and rolls to commemorate the big day. He started to enjoy the Reaping just for this very reason. He was treated very well. And, the odds have always been in his favor. He highly doubted he would ever get reaped. Even still, he knew he must play the Capitol's silly game and participate in the Reaping.

After the breakfast, he picked out the most snazzy suit he could find in his closet. Being one of the very few people in Twelve who weren't in total poverty, he could afford stuff like that.

"Well, how do I look?!" , he said cheerfully as he ran back in to the room. He loved his parents more than life itself. However, he knew that the Reaping was coming up. So, he and his parents hurried to the Reaping.

As Almar walked up to the Reaping, he saw that same heartbreaking look that he had seen four times before. Every child, without a single exception, was dead silent and on the verge of tears. Much more sad than he was, actually. He viewed the Games as a sport. A brutal one, of course, and it's not like he would ever volunteer. But, a sport nonetheless. Besides, what's so bad about dying a celebrity bathed in fame? Hell, most of the people here were dying of starvation. Maybe some of these bums should think of it as a blessing.. , he thought to himself right as the female's name was called.

"Lexi Kiko!"

Someone Almar did not know screamed out to volunteer. Almar was definitely shocked. It wasn't everyday that District 12 had a volunteer! Although he thought she was a bit older than him, eighteen maybe. She seemed scared to death, although she did not seem to regret the decision one bit. That's definitely an ally I need.. , he thought. Man, I really hope the male tribute seems a bit more bloodthirsty, though.He struggled to find the right word. He hated the fact that he found the Games entertaining. It should be sick. But it wasn't. He wanted to see a Victor from District 12. There we go. That's my excuse for being a Games fanatic. I really hope we get a good set of tributes. Besides, I know that I, "Almar Nichols!" , won't be reaped.

Wait.. what?!

"Almar Nichols!"

Almar heard it again. He wasn't dreaming. He was the bloodthirsty tribute that he had been looking for all along. He instantly gained that look that he had seen all too many times before. But, that look went away as quickly as it came about. He had a chance. He would return home. He stepped on to the stage. He saw his parents, his mother crying, his father with a stone face, staring him directly in the eyes.

"I will return home." , he mouthed at his parents silently as he blinked back a single tear.

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(OOC: Almar Nichols accepts his post as the District 12 male tribute for the 62nd Annual Hunger Games.)

Last Edit: Sept 11, 2012 14:17:43 GMT -5 by fomerly known as [tennis]

gm bourgeois decadence [aya] Administrator 6,256 POSTS last seen Jan 27, 2024 16:01:40 GMT -5 "GUNNERRRRR~"	62nd Reaping [D12] Sept 11, 2012 13:24:55 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Sept 11, 2012 13:24:55 GMT -5 Volunteering is now open for the D12 female spot. [/blockquote]
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62nd Reaping [D12] Sept 11, 2012 13:25:07 GMT -5

Post by Nofo on Sept 11, 2012 13:25:07 GMT -5

You're doing this because you have to, Ailis. This is your chance to do something, and even if you die while you're there you're going to show that you're more than some punk from the Seam. They are calling the names now and you're thinking that Peacekeeper is going to eat this all up. If you don't do this, the Capitol gets more innocent blood and you can't let them do that. You have to take that pleasure away from them. This is your punishment and you're up at the end of the ropes screaming before you realize you're doing it.

"I volunteer! Ailis Copper, and I volunteer!"

(ooc: sorry this is so short. I'm doing this last moment cause I want it.)

And you think you see me.

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62nd Reaping [D12] Sept 11, 2012 13:25:25 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Sept 11, 2012 13:25:25 GMT -5

QUAYNANCE FABBIO

Today was Quaynace favourite day of the year, because today was the day that 24 children were chosen to fight to the death. Just thinking about death made shivers of excitement flow through her limbs. She would watch every year as the children died, one by one. She would get excited each time, but there was also another feeling bubbling in her each time she watched the games. Jealousy. Quayances dreamed of the day when she was able to fight to the death. She dreamed of the day that she could be sent into the battle of death, and be the one that survived. The one that would live. But not for the victory of the district, she couldn’t care less about the district in which she lived. All she wanted was to kill.

Qyunance wasn’t any ordinary girl. A long time ago she was. She had dreams if being free. She loved to help people, not being able to understand, how someone could hurt someone and not give a rats ass. But one day it all changed. She became a monster. Insanity came to haunt her turning her into someone that could not be trusted, turning her into a blood thirsty bitch. She had killed once before. The look of betrayal, it was all so addictive. The cries for mercy, oh my gosh, the cries for mercy that were the best…

Have you ever felt trapped before? Having no control of the body that you lived in. Well I have. I feel that every day. I feel as though I have been sucked away from the life that I once lived, only to be an audience to the life I live now. It was like watching my life go by, like you when you watched a movie. There was nothing you could change about it. You have no choice in the manner. That’s how I feel. I am lost in this body that used to be my own,. This body that I used to call my home. But now? Now it was like a foreign place, a place that I have never been before…

Today was the day that I dreaded, but my body tells me different, it fills with excitement at the thought of being chosen to kill. I used to think that maybe I was imagining all these feeling that maybe none of it was true, maybe I was insane… But one day that changed everything I thought about myself. The day a killed my sister. I had killed the closest person to me. Why had I done it? Why>? I don’t know, all I remember is that I had no control of my actions, that it wasn’t my doing, but yes I had watched as my hands…. But yet I had watched. That’s when I realised that I was a monster. That I was insane.

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Being herded away with all the other 12 year girls Quaynance didn’t fit in. She was dirt streaked, and she walked with a jump, rather than slumped, and frightened. She was excited. People avoided her gaze, as she was known to be a feral, she was known to be a girl that was messed up in the head. Her eyes glowed fiercely with anticipation. Right now it was obvious that she wanted nothing more than to be the one. She wanted to the one. She had to be the one. Gils and boys stood around in nervous groups, avoiding each other’s gazes. Some held hands, while others hid from site. Some tried to look confident, confident that they weren’t going anywhere but it was obvious that they were packing bricks.

Finally the man stepped up to the bowls. Quaynance dirty lips turned up, a wicked smile haunting her pale dirty face. Her eyes that were glazed with insanity watched the man’s every move, as anticipation ran through her like a wild fire.

“Lexi Kiko“ The name was called. It wasn’t her. Quaynance could feel anger well up in her like a storm, 5the jealousy that this girl was allowed to enter the arena where she would get the privilege to kill as many people as she can.. Quaynance felt nothing but angst. “Any volunteers?”

Quaynance almost jumped with joy. This was the moment she had been waiting for, this was her moment of glory. She greedily took a step forward, “what you think I’m not letting this bitch get my time in the sun.” Quaynace growls as she galloped to the stadium. She heard the crowd gasp, but she couldn’t give a rats ass at the moment. The moment she had been dreaming of her whole life, was now reality. And there was nothing that could make her frown. Not today.

Yet again I have survived another reaping, I had thought. When suddenly I am on the stadium accepting the place of tribute. I could feel something dark stir deep inside me as I am brought back to the time when I had taken my sisters life. I would be taking more than my sister’s life in the next few weeks. But then I see the good side of being sent into the arena. Maybe this is a good, sign. Maybe in the arena, I might finally be able to end this life that I live. Maybe, finally,, I might be able to be free.

[OOC=Accepts the volunteer position as tribute, but sadly misses out for being to slow xD]]

Last Edit: Sept 11, 2012 13:30:14 GMT -5 by kiah

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62nd Reaping [D12] Sept 11, 2012 13:27:04 GMT -5

Post by lavender on Sept 11, 2012 13:27:04 GMT -5

I make my way to the square. Since it is fall I'm wearing a black shirt and jeans. I have my hair tied back in a ponytail. Once I'm at the square I see they have chosen a boy, whom I do not know. I take a deep breath. "I Lavender Collins volunteer as tribute!"

I see the crowd staring at me. But I think I stand a chance in these Games. I'm good with a bow, as well as spears and knives. But I know I'll need more than Weapons in the games. I'll need an alliance.

ooc: accepts the volunteer position of tribute. I REALLY WANT IT!

Last Edit: Sept 11, 2012 13:31:23 GMT -5 by lavender

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62nd Reaping [D12] Sept 11, 2012 13:47:26 GMT -5

Post by Meghan on Sept 11, 2012 13:47:26 GMT -5

OOC: This is just a response post because I didn't want to waste all those words <3 Congrats, Nofo!!! You're going to be awesome!!

“I guess that’s just part of loving people:
You have to give things up.
Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

Rushing, roaring, running, bleeding. An axe flies through the air and cuts off an arm, another child dead. Knives slash again and again, fingers fly through the air, away from their masters, into the snow. A girl falls down and bleeds out, her face still twisted in her final breaths of pain. Screams pierce the air. People wander in circles and mutter, before stabbing themselves in the heart. They are silent.

Only the sound of your heartbeat plays. The thrill of a horn and the boom of a cannon and you are alive once again. You are free. You are the victor. Yet you are dead, your mind is officially enslaved to the propaganda of The Capitol.

Enslaved…

The world swims into view once again. Floral wallpaper and a cracked ceiling invades her vision as Delilah sits up and rubs the sleep from her eyes. Her heart still beats loudly in her chest, like the echoing footsteps of the elephants once rumored to roam the Earth. Delilah turns in her bed only to be greeted by the sleeping form of her sister, Edamiah. She smiles, Edie was safe. Delilah always worried before the reaping. She didn’t know what she would do if she lost her sister, it would be like losing a part of herself.

Yawning, the girl pulls herself out of her bed and drags herself to the bathroom. The pair had slept late, and as a result, sunlight had already made its appearance within their small bathroom. Delilah wiped the usual morning coal dust from their shared mirror and got herself ready for the day. She pulled on a light yellow sundress. Her favorite sundress, the one that she wore to every reaping since the twins had turned fifteen. Today, the twins would be walking down together, as they did every year.

They separated on their arrival at the main square in order to check in. Delilah shook as they pricked her finger. She cast a quick glance at her sister in the briefest moment of panic. They were safe. They had to be safe, with what – 7 entries a piece? They had only one more year of eligibility to fear, then they would be free like their older siblings, like their parents. As soon as her registration was through, Delilah grabbed her sisters hand and pulled her to the crowded section of seventeens. In 30 minutes they would be okay, they would on their way home, walking with their parents and family, before arriving at the shop. In 30 minutes, peacekeepers would be flooding into their front doors to buy goodies and snacks while District 12’s residences went their different ways. Just 30 minutes.

The anthem began to play, and their escort took his place on the stage.

” Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.”

In just a few seconds, the first name will be drawn. The girl’s name. In a few seconds, Delilah would know her fate – her sisters fate. Her heart began to thump again. No longer an elephant, no longer steady, but a bizarre combination of ins and outs, ups and downs. She squeezes her sisters hand like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. Its warmth calms her, if only a bit.

A piece of paper is unfolded, and a name is called out. It’s not her own, and it’s not her sisters. Delilah breathes a sigh of relief before looking up to see who was called. She’s surprised to see that it’s only a small wisp of a girl who is walking to the stage. She is 13 or 14 by the looks of it, and most likely terrified. The relief that had overtaken her before washed away in that instant. Her heart dropped and slowed to a shocked beat. She didn’t know the poor soul, but tears began to fill her eyes just from watching her. Nobody deserved the fate that poor thing was about to accept.

”Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to.”

”No.” Delilah whispered, and squeezed her sister’s hand desperately. ”No!” She said louder. Damn her and her own heart, but she couldn’t let another girl walk to her death. Not like this. Not when she looked so frail and miserable already. She had obviously had a very rough life, and it was about to end in a very rough way. Her tears were coming down in buckets now. She was going to do something crazy to save this girl. This death couldn't be her fate, not now, not today.

You’re too young to go. Delilah's thoughts rushed through her head as she considered the solution from every angle. You have your whole life ahead of you. Her thoughts were pouring into her in a symphony of raw emotion. You need to grow up, fall in love, and live. She gulped down another sob, and squeezed her sisters hand even tighter. I have had my happy life. She looked towards her sister, towards her family. They had treated her too well. She had nothing to complain about.

”I-I- I volunteer.” She stuttered. Nobody could hear her, except, perhaps Edie. But Edie was usually too consumed with herself to notice anything that Delilah did. ”I volunteer!” But it was too late for that, someone else, someone stronger than Delilah could ever be, was stepping up for the girl. She felt her heart rise then drop again. She was going to be okay, and the girl was going to be okay. Delilah didn't have to worry now.

As the other girl took her place on stage, Delilah's happy bubble burst. In all likelihood, that gallant soul was going to die, and quickly. The vendetta against District 12 was well known. They had surprised people in recent years by rising up and becoming victors. Nobody wanted District 12 to win except the people in District 12. "That poor girl." She was still crying and clung onto her sister's shoulder. "She's so brave to walk into death like that." Delilah wanted to be like her. She wanted to be able to stand against death and say "I'm here for someone else. Take me or leave me." Her perspective changed today. Their lives were no longer their own, but were in the hands of other people. They had to live as much for others as they did for themselves. From today on, Delilah would live sacrificially, lovingly, bravely. She would live for this girl. Her death would never be in vain.

"I love you, you know that right?" Delilah whispered to her sister and squeezed her hand once again. She would always love her.