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62nd Reaping [D4] Sept 7, 2012 23:03:20 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Sept 7, 2012 23:03:20 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, "Learna Libertine!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Mason Krearns!"

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 [D4] Sept 8, 2012 3:26:43 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Sept 8, 2012 3:26:43 GMT -5

Does, Thinks, Says, Hears

"Hurry up Mason! We are gonna be late..."Of course Jay was the one talking, His voice was filled with fear and sadness. He knew exactly why. It was obviously the bond between the two brothers. He frowned. He hated when his brother got all emotionally during the reaping day. Mason sighed softly. He swiftly was getting dressed. He wore a nice v-neck that had different shades of blue stripes. He wore a pair of good jeans. These were his nice clothes. They had lost all of their fancy clothes. They were surfers anyways, they weren't going to use the fancy clothes anyways. Mason ran down stairs swiftly to see Jay all dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Mason grabbed his coat he wore in the mornings usually. He handed Jay his red high school jacket."Hey Jay? Shouldn't we be going to the reaping now?""Ok.... I guess, but promise me one thing? Please don't get reaped..."Mason looked at his brother with a half smile. He felt his younger brother hug him gently. He held the hug for a few seconds more than it should be. Mason had already known that if he wasn't reaped he would volunteer like many other careers. He sighed softly. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jay had grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the cold and big district. He took a whiff of the air, the sea salt water moving its way into his nose causing him to love the smell. He would miss it dearly if he got reaped. His mouth tasted like salt due to the ocean air. He looked around, the busy streets were busy like always. People walked past him without a word. They moved in pace together. It was very quiet, no one talked because well it was reaping day, but a lot of the careers did. He didn't really have any career friends. He had his brother really that was about it.

Mason had walked for awhile to the district square. Somehow he had lost Jay in the huge crowd that were on their way to the reaping. He sighed again. He then heard a voice talking to him, it was Davy, who was all in his head and not a real person."Mason! Run! Its dangerous here! Go while you still can!"Go away! your just a figment of my imagination!"Mason saw a lot of people staring at him like he was crazy. He just put his head down swiftly and watched his feet as he walked. He shook his head slightly to hopefully get rid of the voice, but it didn't. The voice repeated its words again and again and again. Mason was getting sick of it. Why hasn't it gone away? Fuck! Why? Was it him or just the painful memory. Well screw it all.... I am going to be in The Hunger Games today! So it doesn't matter at the moment. All that matters is the games and getting in right now.

Mason finally made it to the reaping area. He went in line to check in. He put his finger out and they dabbed it. They checked and he moved along to the 18 year old males. He looked through the 17 year old males and found Jay. He put a thumbs up to give Jay a happy feeling. Then the reaping began to start. There was a male who walked on stage. He seemed happy, most of us were. He smiled back at the man on stage. The man spoke pretty loudly, but that was because of the mic. District four was one of the biggest districts."Ladies first!"He reached into the ball."

"Learna Libertine!" Mason watched as a thirteen year old girl walked on stage. His smile faded. This was wrong to be putting kids that are so small against older people like him who have had more training and strength, but he still wouldn't overlook these small children either. Mason smiled again as the guy began to speak again."Now for the Men!" The man reached in the other ball for a male name.

"Mason Krearns!"Mason looked at the stage with a bit of a smile. He walked out of the 18 year old section. His heart thumped harder and harder. He was really going to do this. He slowly walked on stage. He stared out into the crowd to see Jay crying. He felt terrible. He had promised and he couldn't take it away now. It was decided that he shall be District four's male tribute for the games. Then he remembered a memory of the victor before Klaus, his name was Julian Embryze. He remember how that look of lost on his face when he was standing on the beach. He remembered it. He kept a straight face now on the stage. Julian's voice now entered his head. His schizophrenia was getting far from better it was getting worse now. Soon it was taken by Davy again. His voice was sad now."I told you! You should have run away while you had your chance! Now your gonna have to kill in these games!" He ignored the voice sadly just so he wouldn't look foolish on stage. He walked into the justice building after the whole ending process of the reaping. He felt awkward sitting in that room waiting for the train. He began to think about everything that has happened in the few hours that had happened. What about Jay? What will he do while I am gone? What about Everyone who needs me?How did Davy in my head know about the reaping's choice? He wasn't crazy was he? Well this was his fate...his destiny. He was officially the district four tribute. Mason Krearns District four tribute sounded great, but Mason Krearns District four's victor sounded better. How would he acheive this? What could he do to increase his chances? Well there wasn't really anything that could improve his chances... this time it was all a game of luck! His fate was now decided by how these games would work out. This was his fate! His Destiny!

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62nd Reaping [D4] Sept 9, 2012 6:49:16 GMT -5

Post by Tattletale on Sept 9, 2012 6:49:16 GMT -5

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"It is time―"

Among the chaotic choir of voices rummaging in my head, Penelope's siren call remains supreme. I am gravitated towards the edge of the land, to where it all cuts off haphazardly and into the mouth of the rolling sea. There is this sudden urge ― nameless for now, but Penelope's breathless whispers of both fear and enchantment tells me that she knows it all too well ― in me (in Penelope) that dances in unison with the waves. Each tumble of satly water skimming the surface, the tendrils of my hair attempting to fly and though bounded, and each clash of a powerful wave against a time-tested mega-rock, they all sing with the beat, beat, beat of my (Penelope's) heart. They whispersayshoutscream, "Jump in!"

"To once again send two of our own children..."

My body leans in, and I am suddenly aware of the allure of addictive vices, conviction slowly drowing in the sea of bliss that you get from something that could be so dreadful. While the ocean was beautiful, it was deadly. While it could be a haven, it could be a graveyard. (Learna, it's my graveyard right from the start, from when they entered my parched lips and I'm drowning from inside out.)

[/color] There were a million more contrasts, but I had a feeling that within my sister, they were all joined into one that she didn't know whether she was teetering on the abyss of death (hungry whirlpools threaten to drag you down, down, down) or life (how could I have forgotten? She is the ocean).

"...to the Capitol to compete in the Hunger Games."

Or maybe I never forgot about how everytime I look out to where the sea and the sky meet, I see her and ― hello, Learna. I see I reside in you now ―[/color] at some unfortunate times, how she fell on her own blood. To see crimson trickling from her wounds was a sick joke, I've expected it to be water instead.

"Let us begin―"

Let it be known to the world that too much ocean spray and the smell of the sea can cause hallucinations, with all the time I've been spending near the shore, or perhaps by the cliffs. I have been ignoring every other requests ― "Visit the ruins of my house," "I want to see my husband's grave," "I remember the golden days where I stole from the marketplace," "Do you mind relaying this message to―?" ―[/color] and instead been indulging in every whim my dear sister pleads. A particular one that I most certainly detest was stalking the remaining Ripley boys during their graverobbing extravaganza, but the rest were repetitive and otherwise fine. And to be completely truthful, they were comforting.

Comfort in my make-believe that right now, I wasn't a host of souls. I was only a girl with a dead sister.[/color]

Pen was long dead and shall be mourned over and over again in my family's eyes, each memory of her twisted to fit what they remembered her to be, but she was alive. She was alive and breathing (with every word a love note to the sea ~~and Noah~~), and sometimes it washes away some bits of her bloody death in my memory.

"―the Reaping!"

But right now, in the mercy of authority and children herded like goats, every haunting memory was back and vivid.

I remember Penelope's fateful day, ("Penelope Libertine!") and every little thing that came with it. But I can't utter nor croak a single cry of ("Ursula!") 'help,' not when Pen herself is an incomprehensible jumble of blubberings. I should've been, too. Everyone around me were ― fear flashing in their twisted, some consoled with a mask of detachment, features, their eyes wild and wary of every movement happening on stage, their fingers curling up in a ball at their sides. But it was impossible to concentrate on fear when all that I see was the cliff, overlooking the expanse of blue, over the sea of faces and the heat of cramped bodies. Most of all, over the thousand cries of ("..before I become a ghost in Learna's head...") 'help me, help me, Learna.'

Ocean, faces. Ocean, faces.

The breeze wasn't soft, it demanded attention. The waves weren't gentle, they were the teeth of the sea. "It could be so easy to jump, you know." How I wish your voice didn't sound so much like a promising song.

"Learna Libertine!"

I should've jumped. One syllable in our District Representative's announcement, I knew that I should've. But with each resounding howls of agony in my head ― past Tributes never got over the bloodbath they encountered ― something clicked. Not the 'something' that was Penelope's moon, tugging the ocean within her into a tidal storm. It was a 'what.'

What are you going to do, Learna?

Men dressed in white come for me, and I don't hesitate. Taking a step forward, my vision changes once more into the cliffs, a foot hanging in the air, and into the dark waters.

I choose to jump.[/justify][/color]

OOC -- [ Learna Libertine accepts her position as the District Four female tribute ~~while I am crying buckets. Also, she didn't really jump okay~~ ]
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