66th Reaping [D3]

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66th Reaping [D3] Feb 1, 2014 0:06:51 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Feb 1, 2014 0:06:51 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, "Annie Dorst!" He then reached into the other ball. "Keanu Frost!"

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66th Reaping [D3] Feb 1, 2014 15:55:55 GMT -5

Post by minie on Feb 1, 2014 15:55:55 GMT -5

I set the bottle of whiskey back in the cabinate where i found it. Only this time thw bottle of empty. I couldnt have my parents know i am drunk on reaping day, they expect me to go the morning without it and drink afterwords to celebrate another year of not getting reaped. This year is my last year that i can get reaped and i am going to do what I want to do, even if it means going to the reaping drunk.

Nobody was in the kitchen , my siblings were probably in their room doing as mom and dad told them to do. I swear i could hear River crying her eyes out because she is scared, scared of getting reaped and dying. I looked back at the shelf where the empty bottle of whiskey stood. Next to it was one of dads favourite wine. He drinks it only on speacil occaision, and today might be last day i can drink.

With a shaking hand, i reached out and grabed it. Not even bothering to get a glass from the see threw cabinet next to me, i opened the bottle and took a sip. It tasted nothing like i expected. I have had wine before but this tasted different. It tasted better. A smile apoeared on my face s i took another sip , this one longer. I heared heavey foot steps coming down the stairs, the next thing i knew my dad ripped the bottle out of my hand and staryed to yell at me.

I draind his voice out and staired out into the district. People where gathering for the reaping. I grunted and left the kitchen. On my way i knocked down the stool i was sitting on and begain to feel dizzy. Walking up the stairs was wierd it felt as everything was turning, and i knew it was the alcohole. My siblings were screaming at eachothet as i walked into my room. even though their room was acrosse the hall I could hear them well. I waljed to my small wooden closet. When I opened it I went threw my cloths i didnt have much, I settled for a nice pair of jeans and a green t-shirt to go with my eyes.

At the reaping i was surrounded by other 18 year old boys. The body contact was slightly disturbing to me. Not only am I homosexuel, i also grew up learning never to trust and freinds are bad. No one in my family had freinds because it is better to be feared than loved. I looked over to the girls to see if i could spot my sisters. I was able to see spider who was making fun of River. Everything seemed normal we were all going to home and be cold hearted people. I was still dizzy and i felt as if i was lossing it. Lossung my senses. The female name was called and i ignored it. I am not a girl so it doesnt interest me. A girl appeared and it wasnt my sisters. My head started pounding and i wanted to fall. Instead I sat down on the floor and somewhere in the background I heard my name.

was it the alcohole, but why were the boys clearing the way. They were staring at me how I sat on the floor. I raised an eyebrow and tried to stand up. I almost fell down. I walked in a zigzag with my upperbody slightly infront of me. Everybody probably figured i was drunk. On the stairs I fell. I put my hands in front to stop the fall. The peacekeeper that was behind me took me by my left arm and yanked me up. I turned my hands around and my left hand had a scratch on the palm. I took my place next to the girl and stared into the laughing peoples eyes.

OOC: Keanu Frost accepts his position as D3 male tribute.

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66th Reaping [D3] Feb 1, 2014 22:24:05 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Feb 1, 2014 22:24:05 GMT -5

I am…fourteen. No, fifteen. Yes, I am now fifteen.

Her fingers shook as they fiddled with the buttons on her dress. Her recurring nightmare had invaded her mind last night as she tried so hard to just close her eyes and forever shut out the dream, but the fear that plagued her mind cloaked her sleep until she finally woke up three hours early and her whole body shaking. Although tired, the adrenaline coursing through her body caused her eyes to be wide, her body sweating, and her chest to move up and down as if she had just sprinted down the main road. When she was younger, she would scream for her Mommy and Daddy, but as she grew up, she learned to keep her mouth shut for why would she ever want to disturb them? But the previous night she had indeed called for her mother and father and ran into their room when they had not responded. She was a big girl now, far too old to be crawling into her parents’ bed, but her dream had taken her back to when she was twelve and shaking in fear while standing in a large crowd. Her brother had held her hand, but when they had gotten to the square, he let it go too early and Anni found herself looking around in complete fear and confusion.

Three years of going through the fear should have prepared her for this day, but she still felt the remnants of her nightmare overcoming her body as she found it difficult to control her mind and relax as she was getting ready. Rogen was already no doubt changed and eating a quick meal before they had to walk to the square, and Jrick…well, he had his own worries. A blink later and Anni found herself sitting on the bed again, her breathing becoming labored as her nightmare passed vividly before her eyes. She saw herself walking up, she saw Jrick walking up, she saw Rogen walking up, she saw her mother walking up, her father walking up, her friend from class, her enemy. She had to close her eyes as her shaking hand was brought to her head, smoothing back the long hair she needed to cut.

Think of the machines. Think of the circuits. The circuit board I have to complete when I am back in school.

Her hand slowly stopped shaking as she tried to occupy her mind with items that she would have to take care of when she came back home. When, not if. She didn’t want to think about the prospect of her being in the Games, even though she knew there was always a chance. She had even took the time to calculate her odds on a cold night when she could not sleep—and her odds were not good. What did she have going for her: A brain that any Career could easily outsmart. There were no muscles padding her bones and although she hardly described herself as malnutritioned, she also wasn’t on an athlete’s diet.

No, her odds were not good indeed. But little did she know, as she walked down the hallway and was greeted by her parents, she would have to confront those odds sooner than she thought. Each step she made towards the square she spent convincing herself that the reaping would be next year’s worry, next year’s problem, next year’s nightmare. Even as she stood with the girls who shared her age, her mind kept repeating the mantra over and over again, pushing herself to be convinced by her mind’s lies. For after the ceremony began and after the speech was over, the escort had walked up to the front of the stage and pulled out a name.

Her name.

She pinched herself, trying to wake from the dream so she could prepare for the reaping. But it was no dream and she was already standing in the square with so many eyes looking at her. It was quiet—who bothered applauding unless it was some messed up district like One or Two—as Anni shuffled her feet to the walkway up to the stage. The escort could have been saying something anything and Anni would not have heard as all she could feel was her heart beating, trying to escape from her chest so she would not have to confront her nightmare in reality. Her eyes saw nothing but the path laid out in front of her, like she was some higher being’s toy who always followed a plan that eventually led to her death.

Finally, she was standing on the stage next to the escort who had pronounced her name incorrectly like everyone always did, with all senses removed from her body. How was she going to survive? How was she going to live? She couldn’t even think about the boy whose name was called. She didn’t even know if it was her brother’s name until the boy walked into her view and she knew that she would truly be alone in the arena. I will always be fifteen.

Always fifteen.