62nd Reaping [D7]

Lulu
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62nd Reaping [D7] Sept 7, 2012 23:07:12 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Sept 7, 2012 23:07:12 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, "Alaska Putley!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Curtis Grant!"

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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Danny
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62nd Reaping [D7] Sept 7, 2012 23:50:09 GMT -5

Post by Danny on Sept 7, 2012 23:50:09 GMT -5

hold it i'm about to drop off
let me tell you my last thought
drift into a deep fog
lost where i forgot to hold it

You've been naive lately, Alaska, just admit it.

Maybe it's because your dad has been making some more money, or Cygnus has been slowly shifting towards where she used to be. And why not, Alaska, might as well be happy while you can. When you wake up for the Reaping, it feels as normal as every other day, because you know nothing will happen. You get Cygnus up and make her some breakfast, and this time, she doesn't fight with you about eating. Your dad is meeting you two at the Reaping, so if the time does come for good-byes, Alaska, he'll be there for you. Just don't worry about it Alaska, you'll be fine, right? As you walk towards the square with your hand in Cygnus's, you feel as fine as ever. Walking, floating even, to hear some girl and some boy's name called and then you can waltz home and continue your normal schedule.

When you get to the reaping, you have to separate from Cygnus - standard protocol - and before you guys have to split up, you give her some last words. "I love you." You whisper into her ear while kissing her on the cheek. "You too." She replies while hugging you. And that's when you realize, Alaska, Cygnus is deeper in the labyrinth than you think. With a single tear dripping down your eye, you go to stand with the girls you're familiar with, even if they aren't your best friends. And that's when you also realize, Cygnus is your best friend, because even if you guys have your ups and downs and downs, you love her.

As the mayor steps onto the stage, you feel like a real girl. Biting your nails, curling your eye, staring down at your feet. You're simply nervous, Alaska. Don't worry, though. It's not like you'll be picked. You didn't put in any extra slips and your only sixteen. You're fine. But, as the mayor reaches into the glass ball, and his hand comes out with a slip, you can't help your heart from racing. As he opens the slip, the world slows down, like it always does at this moment. You're scared that you'll be reaped, or worse; Cygnus will. But, right when he pronounces the first syllable, you realized Cygnus wasn't getting reaped - "Alaska Putley!" - You were.

It's about time for a wake up call.

At first, you don't know what's going on. All you know is your heart is pounding and your mind is screaming and you don't know what to do, so you really don't know anything at all. But your feet still take you to the stage, all eyes on you, and you know what you have to do. Even if Cygnus might be left by someone else - first mom, then dad, now you - you have to do this, because you could win. And as you walk up to the stage. You just hope you're making the right decision.

{ooc: alaska putley accepts her spot as district seven's female tribute.}

charade
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62nd Reaping [D7] Sept 8, 2012 17:08:17 GMT -5

Post by charade on Sept 8, 2012 17:08:17 GMT -5

Curtis Grant

Every year was a strain for the eldest Grant boy. Curtis had to make sure that each of his various half brothers and sister were cleaned, dressed, and preened for the reaping; fat chance he'd get any help from their mutual mother. No, she was locked in her room, beautifying herself and getting her own dashing outfit ready. It sickened him to think that her goal every reaping was to attempt to prey on those who seemed broken and pallid; to whore herself out for the hell of it; for Ms. Grant was no prostitute, simply incredibly easy."Quit squirming squirt!"he muttered as he roughly buttoned up his youngest brothers shirt. "Curtis!" The banshee shrieked. "Hurry up, we're going to be late."Well, It'd go a lot faster if you actually helped.

Once the five of them were sufficiently gussied up, they lined up at the door, waiting for their gaudy hellion of a mother to put her finishing touches on. There was some complaining that shoes were too tight, or pants too short and why isn't leftover cake considered a breakfast food and a dozen other diatribes that Curtis was past caring about listening to. The clamoring started to grow louder and he rolled his eyes in disgust."Will you little bastards shut up?!"he growled. "Curt! Don't speak to your siblings like that!""Why not? You do!"I'm the adult Curt, shut up!" This back and forth continued for several minutes, with several people egging on one or the other in the background. Eventually, the argument was settled, and the six of them hurried out to join the growing throng.

Curtis quickly fell in step with the other eighteen year old teenagers, distancing himself from his family as soon as he was able. Here, he had friends, never mind the fact that he was certain that anyone of them would be willing to bash his head in without blinking. The paranoid neurosis that had plagued him since early childhood made him feel important, even if that was the farthest thing from the truth. Curtis was slow to trust people; though his words were kind, his thoughts rarely matched up with what he spoke. It was his opinion that the others in his district were up to no good, and that he was clearly the one with whom they'd take out their ire.

This feeling had only been compounded since the time he was fifteen and he had witnessed the cruel act of betrayal that had taken district one out of the running for a winner the year of the fifty-ninth hunger games. Holy crap, but if that could happen that early, then no one could count themselves safe around the people that they grew up with. The anthem played, and the log sawing fest that was the required viewing barely kept his attention. It was time once again, blah blah blah. Could they just get it over with? Curtis kept a careful watch on this years escort, daring him to stare the way the others had in the past six years. All of them did the same thing, of that he was sure. Leering at him, winking, only to call out a name that wasn't him. The ultimate psyche out.

This had happened the past five years in a row, and he was certain that number six was eager to do the same, puffed up weirdo that he was.Yeah, that's right. I see you looking at me. Creep."Alaska Vilery!" The crowd watched with bated breath as a tall brunette made her way up to the stage. Curtis sucked his teeth as she did so. Why is it always the pretty ones? That's the real crime here, taking a spicy gal like that away from our district. Even if I wouldn't trust her as far as I could trip her. Which wouldn't be far at all. As the escort grabbed another deathly origami, Curtis could almost swear that he had winked at him.

"Curtis Grant." And there it was. The boys in his area moved away, some of them he had called friends, but none of them would look him in the eye. Should've known you lot would turn on me. Should have expected this. It was always going to be me.He had to wonder what his family was doing now. Would his mother even care? The peacekeepers started for his corral, and so Curt shrugged, pushing the boys in front of him aside and marching towards the front of the line."Out the way numbnuts! Tribute coming through!"he smiled. It was the tensest of situations that his real charm showed through. No doubt about it.

As he fell in line with the law enforcement, he heard a clamor from the adult section. "Cuuuurtisss, Cuuurtis!" He made his way up the platform, taking his spot next to the Vilery girl with a nod and a whispered"Hey cutie", but glanced down to see is mother forcing her way to the front. She looked mesmerized, hollow-eyed, and her bottom lip was trembling. Would she have any words of wisdom, or was she just intent on making a spectacle? There was a pause as she took a deep breath. "Make me rich boy!"

Gee thanks.

ooc: Curtis Grant accepts.

16 Jul 12, 23:43
GB: I bet you just sit at your computer with a tea cup and a monocle

Timber Adams
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Represent Seven

62nd Reaping [D7] Sept 10, 2012 1:23:56 GMT -5

Post by Timber Adams on Sept 10, 2012 1:23:56 GMT -5

^{The mornings before the reaping have always been particularly eerie; lumber mills were shut down, and the buzzing sounds of chainsaws were put to rest. Timber looked outside his kitchen windows to the other house in the area, nothing that some families were already on their way to the reaping, even though there was still time. He could smell the heavenly smell of bacon and eggs on the stove; it infiltrated Timber’s nostrils and made his stomach grumble loudly. His Aunt Susan always made a hearty breakfast before the reaping, just in case Timber every got selected.

A plump woman with frizzy red hair that was tied back in a ponytail came into the kitchen. She didn’t say a word, focusing on plating the bacon and eggs. She hummed an old district tune while she finished the last of the plating. Timber turned away from the window, and onto his Aunt Susan. She put the two plates on the table while grabbing herself a seat opposite of her nephew. His eyes looked at his Aunt, and then onto his plate. It looked delicious. Scrambled eggs with extra crispy bacon.

His Aunt broke the silence, “In a couple hours it will all be over. I pray that your name won’t be picked. Ten tessera this year, right Timber”?

“Yeah, Aunt Susan. It will be ten this reaping” Timber added while chewing on his bacon. “I wouldn’t worry, it be some other poor sap”.

She grabbed her plate, and Timber’s plate. She could only afford four pieces of bacon and two eggs this year. She placed dishes on the counter to be cleaned, and then turned back to her nephew, “Go get ready. Your clothes are on your bed”.

Timber exited to the kitchen, and into his room. A white dress shirt, and grey pants were placed neatly on his bed. They use to be his father’s reaping clothes. He hoped that he would get picked this year; it would allow him to go to the Capitol. He might be able to find his father, even though it would cost him his life. The Careers would kill him in a heartbeat, and not even think twice about it.

He put on his shirt, and then his pants. Tucked the shirt in his pants, and then finished the look with worn-out black loafers. Timber looked in the mirror to see if everything was in place. His Aunt slicked back his hair with tree sap and water. His mirror showed a dashing young man, but it still looked like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Timber took one glance, and then left for outside.

His Aunt was waiting for him outside. She wore a pink dress with white ruffles, and had a matching purse. Her face lit up once she saw her nephew dressed up. She smiled.

“Why don’t you look handsome, Timber” She boasted!

“Let’s just go” Timber said as he led his Aunt to the reaping.

~*~

After the ten minutes of walking, and then the twenty minutes of registering, and then forty minutes of waiting till Capitol representative started the reaping, Timber just stood with his age group. He would occasionally look around to see what else was going on. There was a lot of crying; that is definitely an understatement.

It begins.

The man grabbed a piece of paper from the ball that held all the girl names. It read, “Alaska Putley”. She looked stunned. Timber saw her get escorted to the stage. A woman was crying in the background, it must be a friend or relative of hers. Even though a woman was crying in the background, it was still a deep silence. The people of District 7 stood in awe as he grabbed the next piece of paper. The boys.

Timber crossed his fingers. The man opened the piece of paper, and read it out loud again, “Curtis Grant”, Curtis was escorted by the peacekeeper to the stage. Curtis and Alaska, our District 7 tributes. It is weird, one or both of them will be dead soon.

Timber clenched his crossed fingers into a fist. He was upset not to get picked.

“All the best, I guess” Timber thought.}