64th Reaping [D11]

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Lulu
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64th Reaping [D11] Jun 28, 2013 23:17:50 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Jun 28, 2013 23:17:50 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, "Nightshade Bluesea!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Xavier Gregory!"

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, July 2nd, 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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64th Reaping [D11] Jun 29, 2013 6:09:43 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 6:09:43 GMT -5

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Xavier Gregory

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The Town Square was usually a market in the summer time, with merchants selling off the crops that aren't good enough for the Capitol and kids playing in the dirt. However as it's the Reaping, everything was quite and somber. Dark and subdued the shops were that used to be so lively and cheerful. Even the candy shop with the usual bright suckers, and warm hues of beige from the tapioca and toffee, muted. The air of the place was even more depressed than the settings, kids fear for their lives as their parents stand by clutching each other as they hope and pray for their child’s safety for at least another year; for some it may be their last as they have eighteen year old or their child is reaped into the most unforgivable Arena and most likely die. When Xavier arrived at the check in station he noticed all of this and the growing knot in his stomach. It never went away from earlier that day and only grew as he took his spot uncomfortably among the other boys sixteen years of age. He looked around seeing who would be the potential crop of tributes, that's when he came on stage.

It doesn't matter what the guy looked like to Xavier, they all scared him and gave him such wrong feelings. He even felt this way with other males his own age, but his ability to hide it was only to be passed by the Earth's ability to rotate upon it's axis. He didn't want to look at him he didn't want to see him, he wanted to run from the male escort as soon as he could, if only he said someone else name other than his, he could go and not have to look at the strange, horrific man for another year. The escort sent shivers down Xavier's spine and gave him the creeps. Xavier could never trust a man, even if he tried. That's why he was put in the girl's side of the community house and only hung out with well, girls. This all started when his father molested him at the age of seven and started to treat him as wife there afterwards. But that is a tale he does not wish to dwell in at the moment. Right now Xavier was engrossed with the Reaping. And it wanting to be done with. Just please get on with it Xavier asked in his head, hoping he could achieve some sort of telepathy. Unfortunately the escort took his sweet time in announcing the tributes. "It is time," he said, “To once again send two of our own children to the Capitol to compete in the Hunger Games. Let us begin the Reaping!” Xavier was enraged by that comment, how could he know what its like to lose a child or a friend, long before their time. To lose someone close to your heart long before they even a chance to live. However his fear made him mute his anger. Then the girl's name was called “Nightshade Bluesea!” the escort called in a fake tone, some girl he had never seen before came to claim her spot. Then it's when the escort said the boy's name when the knot exploded into an essence of it's own. “Xavier Gregory!” and Xavier's world went silent.

He walked past the crowd, hearing nothing, seeing only what his now tunnel vision would let him see. Arriving at the platform he walked only a stride or two and stopped, not daring to get any closer to that thing that just called his name. I knew it, you can never be unafraid of men, all they do is shoot the world you thought you knew into a spiraling chaos.

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Last Edit: Jun 29, 2013 21:36:10 GMT -5 by Deleted

Nightlock
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64th Reaping [D11] Jun 30, 2013 15:02:16 GMT -5

Post by Nightlock on Jun 30, 2013 15:02:16 GMT -5

Tick tock hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say

Nightshade woke up not remembering what day it was. Last night the dream came back. It was her in the hunger games. She hated the dreams. Each one was the same up until she died. Each on her death changed because she knew what happened the night before. Night never did get to finish her dreams at all. Night sat in her bed until she couldn't sit any longer.

Night walked out of her room and down stairs to see her mother holding up a blue dress. Night sighed and went over to put it on. When she was done putting the dress on she looked at herself in the mirror. She hated this day every year. This was her last year. Hopefully she wouldn't be chosen.

Night ran her hand through her hair not wanting to leave the house. She wanted to stay inside and not go to the reaping but she knew she had to. Night ran outside the door hoping her mother wouldn't stop her. Night went over to the rest of the females and waited for the names to be called."Nightshade Bluesea" The escort called her name. It had to be a mistake. He couldn't have just said her name.

Night looked to her side and saw the other females making a path to the peacekeeper on the other side of her. Night took a deep breath and started to walk to the peacekeeper hoping somebody would volunteer for her. Night got onto the stage as the escort called the male tributes name. Night was scared that she would die. She knew that she would die.

Night couldn't hear anything any more. She didn't know what to do anymore. She wanted to go crawl up in a hole and die. She knew that she couldn't though. She knew she had to go into the games and try her hardest not to die. She knew she had to win. If not for herself but for her district. She wanted to win and be the mentor for her district. Not many people from her district win so Night wanted to try. Then again there was a corner in the train that she could go crawl up and die in.

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OOC: Night accepts her place as D11 female tribute