67th Reaping [D5]

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67th Reaping [D5] Jun 6, 2014 23:10:11 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Jun 6, 2014 23:10:11 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, "Luna Shim!" He then reached into the other ball. "Erebus Turner!"

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, June 10th, 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.

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67th Reaping [D5] Jun 6, 2014 23:13:06 GMT -5

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Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jun 6, 2014 23:13:06 GMT -5

Does, Says, Thinks

Luna Shim

“No, PLEASE! DON’T KILL--” boom. Luna shot up straight in her bed screaming, she looked around wildly, her hair flipping in front of her face. She felt, so terrified of the reapings. She could never get the thought out of her head that she could die or maybe even kill someone due to the events of what may happen today. She tried to calm down, but she absolutely couldn’t. She cried softly and sank back into her bed, the girl was scared half to death. Today could decide her fate, her death, or maybe even her victory. She clutched her blanket, telling herself to calm down. She didn’t calm down, she just absolutely could not keep herself calm from what may happen today. Luna stood up and walked over to her small window and glanced up at the sky, she started thinking about the stars and moon. What they would mean and if they could tell the future, she stared blankly at the stars for about five minutes. She then snapped back into real life, she needed to get some shut eye before the reapings. She quietly hobbled over, cringing whenever the floor creaked and hopped into bed, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Luna woke up about 4 hours later, to her mother shaking her to wake up and telling her that Luna was trembling in her sleep. it was probably 8 AM and she needed to get her ass in the shower. Right as she got up from her bed she heard a pounding on her door “Hurry your ass up and get into the shower!” Luna heard her father call into the room. “I’m up, I’m up don’t have a heart attack.” She grumbled, she walked over to her drawer lazily and opened it. She searched through it trying to find something decent/formal to wear. She didn’t want to wear her normal formal attire so she looked through, Not that, not that. Ew, definitely not that. Ah, here we go. Luna held up a white shirt, a jacket that looked like a pair of jeans, and jeans. She grabbed a towel and walked over to the bathroom to take a ‘shower’. This was basically really a tin tub with water in it. We refill it, obviously because that’d be nasty to take a shower in dirty water. She hopped into the shower and showered quickly, she just wanted this to be over with. Luna dried off, and put on her clothes. She walked out and placed her dirty clothes in the pile in the middle of her room. In the girls’ own opinion, the pile of clothes looked like a bloodbath. But clothes, what is the difference? She brushed her hair, put on some make-up and left for the Reaping. She didn’t want to eat because she was definitely way too nervous to eat.

Luna walked side-by-side along with the vast amount of teens in the district, pressed up against some guys’ arm (And, in Luna’s opinion, the guy was kind of cute) and all she could hear was the crunching of feet on the gravel. She was getting annoyed because the line was going so slow, people should Luna got her blood sampled and walked over to the spot she was destined to stand in with the rest of the girls her age. Luna almost wanted to cry, she knew that one of the girls nearby is going to be chosen to die. Or at least most likely die, they could win too. It’s now time for the names to be announced, and the perky as heck escort is here to announce them. It annoyed her how they made the most enthusiastic announce that one of these two teens are going to die. Luna heard that she would now announce the girl tribute. She pulled out a name, Luna’s hand was sweating. She opened the slip of paper, Luna thought she was going to shit her pants. The Escort opened her mouth and the words, the words that made her almost have a fricking heart attack came out. “Luna Shim.” She said, she looked up and over to the girls. Luna walked slowly into the pathway to go up onto the stage. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, she stood there silently and bowed her head. Luna sniffed and listened as the boy was announced, she didn’t hear the name but he looked oddly familiar. She shook the boys’ hand obediently as the escort tells her to and clutched the ring her father gave her as a token. Luna walked with her partner and the escort to the train, she always wondered what it looked like inside and now is the time to find out.

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67th Reaping [D5] Jun 7, 2014 19:16:23 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Jun 7, 2014 19:16:23 GMT -5

Erebus Turner

The Turner boy was sick of having to wear so many fancy clothes as of late. The Reaping was almost a relief of all the tuxedos and ties he was being forced into with every party his mother had been dragging him to. Today, however, Erebus was able to pick out his own clothes- comfortable ones. Shoes that wouldn't pinch his toes and no ties cutting off his air. A plain shirt and pants, nothing itchy or stiff. After making sure his shirt was tucked in and his hair was neat the sun was still hiding behind the horizon. Tip toeing out of the house, Erebus made for the stables. The Turner's property was one of the last ones in the District still raising animals, the rest of the land was dotted with oil rigs and further to the east the factories filled the air with smoke and who knows what else. Yet, the Turner's little patch of land was still as it was when Erebus was a baby.

Slipping into the stables, Erebus walked to the very back stall where a bony mare sat in the straw. Her head perked up when he sat beside her, his hand stroking her neck. Erebus sat in the stall with her whenever he could, there was something about animals that was comforting. Erebus and his sister would sit in the stables all day with the horses, grooming them, talking to them, feeding them. That was before she could remember who he was, but Erebus hadn't minded. Now Lethe knew exactly who he was, and she still came out to the stables often. This morning, however, it was just Erebus, the horses, and the sun playing peek a boo over the horizon.

He stayed there until the sun was well into the sky and his mother had come looking for him. He was covered in hay and smelled like a horse himself, but there was little time to fix that and he was shooed out the door with the rest of his siblings. Well, all but one sister. The famous Turner had already been whisked away by the Capitol's media people. They're very strange men and women that Erebus tries to avoid, although they will be crawling all over the District today with their cameras and scary make up.

Before long he was packed away with the other fifteen year old boys. Erebus had hit his growth spurt early and his white blonde hair stood out against the crowd. He'd always been told you could pick a Turner out of a crowd but right now he wished he could melt into the earth and hide away in the dirt until the names were called and he could return to his stables. The aspect of the Reaping Erebus hated most was that it took Lethe away. The night after the Reaping, when everyone is grateful that their families remained whole, the Turner table is missing a child. It's like she's reaped again every year, a constant reminder that the Capitol takes and gives as it pleases.

The Mayor and Capitol escort mount the stage, with Lethe close behind. Once she was seated, Erebus gave her a small smile. He doubted she saw it but it was comforting knowing his big sister was here, her blonde hair shiny from the products the Capitol stylist put in it. She looked beautiful, regal; as a Victor should look.

The speeches seemed to go on forever, but soon the escort was fishing around in the bowl of girl's names. "Luna Shim." A name he didn't know. A girl walked up on stage and the rest let out a sigh of relief. The boys held their breath as the escort stuck his hand into the name bowl. Over the quiet of the district's population, Erebus could hear the reaped girl crying.

"Erebus Turner."

No. There must be a mistake, the Turners have already paid their dues. They've already chanced sending a child into the lion's den, they wouldn't make them send another. The boy started for the stage, stunned into silence. It all felt like a dream, slow and airy, yet his feet felt as if they were moving through quicksand. By the time he had climbed the stairs a layer of sweat had soaked through the collar of his shirt. Walking towards the escort, he felt something against his hand. Lethe's fingers had caught on his, only for a moment. A small gesture meant to comfort him but it only made the reality of the situation clear. Erebus was being reaped. He would be sent to the Capitol and then dropped into the Arena. Lightening only strikes a place once, the chances of another Turner getting out alive were slim to none.

He took his place beside the girl, Luna. Shaking her hand and turning to the district spread out before him. A million thoughts probably run through the mind of a child who has been Reaped for the games but there was only one in Erebus' terrified mind: there'll be two empty spots at the dinner table tonight.

[Erebus Turner accepts his position as tribute]

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67th Reaping [D5] Jun 8, 2014 18:17:05 GMT -5

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Post by Rosetta on Jun 8, 2014 18:17:05 GMT -5

Lethe Turner

Lethe would not allow herself to cry.

Mounted on the stage, staring out at a sea of faces, his face a shining beacon, Lethe felt as though it was her own Reaping.

And the thought terrified her.

The morning of her own Reaping seemed to initially follow a similar recipe as that morning. Lethe awoke with a stiffness in her joints and butterflies in her belly. Lying in bed for a few minutes. She crept to the bathroom, taking a few minutes to herself, before she was ushered out to accommodate her siblings.

And then the similarities ended.

The morning of her Reaping, she returned to a cold bed, climbing back under her blankets to shiver forebodingly. That morning was different. She returned to Jasper's bed, sliding in close to his sleeping figure. The previous night they'd left their comfortable home with Eden to sleep in her parents' house with her siblings though they were only a few houses apart in the Victor Villages. Something about the Reaping required the family to be together for a night, listening to each other's even breath.

She put her cool hands to his warm back, turned away from her and whispered, "I'll be back.” He might have sleepily grunted in reply, but she was already up and kissing Eden, in her cot on the other side of the room, on the forehead. Jasper was staying back with her baby girl, talkative and beautiful as a rose as seven. Lethe would be able to see them during the hour the Reaped tributes spent with their visitors. It would be a hard goodbye as usual, one she wasn’t looking forward to.

Scooping Camalia up, Lethe exited to the hallway and tiptoed down the stairs. Around her she could hear the faked snores of her siblings who were still of Reapable age. While most of her siblings had surpassed the Reaped unscathed she still had a few in the red. Ignoring those anxious thoughts, Lethe deposited a sleepily licking Camalia on her shoulder and opened the door to creep across the dew-soaked grass to her home with Jasper. Her stylist crew opted to meet there in order to allow her family to prepare themselves for the Reaping more privately.

And as they tugged Lethe’s hair into an intricate bun and ran her through at least six outfits before deciding one lacy white dress, Lethe thought back to an old frayed lace dress, one that most certainly had been tossed out in the Capitol as she’d travelled there in it, after her name had been pulled from a glass bowl “Lethe Turner!”

Camalia’s scaly skin was made to shine as Lethe’s stylist, Mel, choked Lethe in a cloud of concealer before they were ready. This was the eighth time Lethe walked alongside the Mayor and the Capitol escort, high heels clacking on concrete, to the stage before the Justice Building, but the trek still winded her, still made her want to drag her feet. In an hour’s time, the lives of two children would be in her hands to waste away in a month’s time, leaving only their bones and traces of blood.

She shivered, holding Camalia securely in her hands as the District filed into the square, slower, more sluggish than usual. The Turner came all at once, hair bright in the sun, and then dispersed to their various sections, behind barriers and under rope, separated from one another. Lethe could feel their own anxiety reverberating in her. She could see Jasper, holding her little girl by the hand, and Lethe suddenly felt a stab of pain in her tummy, realizing that in five years her daughter would be standing with the other girls for slaughter, awaiting her name and Lethe’s trembling worsened as she drew her knees together on the stage, trying to sit still, but fidgeting more and more as Camalia licked and licked. Today wouldn’t be that day. Not another Turner would go today--

For a moment, she thought she saw someone smile at her in the crowd, white teeth and white hair and—

“Erebus Turner.”

She clawed her way up to the stage, eighteen years old, her name pounding around in her head, Lethe Turner, Lethe Turner, not realizing then that she’d never leave that stage, doomed to relive her Reaping over and over, doomed to watch corpses file past her, doomed to pray it wouldn’t be one of them, not another Turner, not her again.

Erebus moved up to the stage and Lethe stood as she was supposed to. She felt as though her knees would give way, but she bit hard on her tongue to keep herself steady. No, she wouldn’t cry. He moved past her and she hastily pressed her hand to his. I’m here, she wanted to whisper and scream and shout, but she bit her tongue. Another girl mounted the stage, but Lethe was only watching Erebus, trying to decode him, trying to separate her own face from his, but it was short-lived. They turned on their heels and disappeared into the Justice Building.

Only then did Lethe turn away from the crowd and shove her knuckles into her mouth to stifle the sobs.