63rd Reaping [D8]

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63rd Reaping [D8] Jan 19, 2013 0:18:55 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Jan 19, 2013 0:18:55 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, "Ashby Twilken!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Roger Nelson!"

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Wispy
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It's a perfectly healthy obsession *hides shrine*

63rd Reaping [D8] Jan 19, 2013 11:45:40 GMT -5

Post by Wispy on Jan 19, 2013 11:45:40 GMT -5

Ashby Twillken

The Reaping. I hated it. Every year I'd get all worked up to the point that I felt like I was going to cough up my insides only to have another girls name get called and it would just...Well, make me feel stupid. This year would be different. This year I would be calm and just stare up at the tributes then go home to my sister like I always do. Yes, that was exactly what was going to happen. It had to. It just had to.

My sister would be fine without me. She had a job and our parents left us the house. Sure she'd weep for my death, but she'd get over it and press on like I've seen her do before. In truth, my death wouldn't be the end of the world and I knew that. It didn't hurt, I just excepted it like I did everything else and not really deal with it. Why am I thinking like this?

The crowd went silent as the escort stepped onto the stage.

"It is time, to once again send two of our own children to the Capitol to compete in the Hunger Games. Let us begin the Reaping!"

I just stood sitting on my heels and arms crossed, waiting for this charade to be over. I cast a glance over at my sister who sits in the back with the other parents, biting her lip. Her eyes claim she's fine, but her chest heaving at a fast pace says she's not. I give her a slow nod and she heasently returns it. It calms her down a little, but not by much. Im about to mouth some more conforting words to her when I feel like my heart was just rammed in my mouth.

"Ashby Twillken!"

No, not me. Anyone but me! I whip my head around to stare up at the stage. This wasn't suppose to happen! I don't dare look at my sister now. I don't think I could take her shocked and teary eyed expression. This was it, I was going to die and people are going to be eating snacks and laughing at a screne as I do so.

[OOC - Ashby Twillken accepts :3]

Last Edit: Jan 19, 2013 11:51:11 GMT -5 by Wispy

Charries:
Fawn Lockens D10~ Linden Hemens D9~ ~~Ashby Twillken D8~~~ Joelle Grayce D6~ Auden Ryder D4~ Luella Kingsley D8~ Citrine Hale D1~ Jarrah Galvon D12~

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63rd Reaping [D8] Jan 21, 2013 18:13:07 GMT -5

Post by fomerly known as [tennis] on Jan 21, 2013 18:13:07 GMT -5

Roger Nelson[/i][/color]

[My face claim picture will go here.]

Ahh.. Today was the day. The day that everyone across Panem knew, the day that some loved, and most feared. Reaping Day.

Of course, it wasn't my first. It was my seventh, as a matter of fact. My seventh of day of heart stopping fear. As the familiar feeling crept into my body this morning, though, I couldn't help but be excited. Today was my last day eligible for Reaping. I figured as long as a 14 year old cripple was Reaped before me, then the odds were in my favor today.

I rose out of bed and put my callused feet on the cold, hard ground. Last night had been a sleepless one, that's for sure. But, I'm sure it had been pretty sleepless for any teenager in Panem. The sun had just risen, meaning I still had time to prepare myself in my Sunday's best for the Reaping. As I walked past the den into the bathroom, I noticed Mom and my brother were sitting on the couch. Mother was crying, just as she cried every morning of the Reaping, and my brother Randall had his face in his hands, probably crying as well, although more silently than Mom, no doubt.

After I had spent a couple hours in the bathroom, making sure every hair was perfectly aligned and that I smelled like beauty, I went and sat with them, consoling Mom, trying to make her realize that it wouldn't be me. Of course, I had no clue who it would be. But I was confident, nonetheless. And after about 45 minutes of sobbing and blubbering, we left together, knowing very well that this could be the last moments of the already altered freedom I had in the smog covered District Eight.

As we walked into the Town Square, I took my place in the back row on the boys' side. I couldn't help but flashback to just a year ago, when yet another set of siblings was torn from Eight. Some would say they died valiantly, but to me, it was all in vain. In the Hunger Games, runner-up is no different than last, because you all meet the same fate. Last year, however, was more saddening than normal. Not one, but two children ripped from their mother's arms, sent to die on national television for the entertainment of the pompous Capitolites. And then, it was time. The flashback vanished as the escort took the stage, being the smug bastard that he was. He repeated word for word, what I had heard so many times before, and then reached his hand into the bowl on stage.

"Ashby Twillken!"

A younger girl stepped on to the stage, looking victimized almost. I barely had time to pity before the boy's name was called.

"Roger Nelson!"

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Oh shit. I can't believe it. I won't believe it. As I stood up and made my way to the stage, I looked for Mom behind the fence nearby. She had almost stopped crying, and a big smile appeared on her face. Through my tear flooded eyes, I saw her lips move. She told me she loved me. I love you too Mom, I love you too.[/size]

[OOC: Roger accepts.]

Last Edit: Jan 21, 2013 19:27:54 GMT -5 by fomerly known as [tennis]