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Lulu
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71st Reaping [D3] Sept 25, 2015 23:10:01 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Sept 25, 2015 23:10:01 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, "Odile Quintanilla!" He then reached into the other ball. "Leo Everitt!"

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 29th, 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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goat
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kindness, kindness prevails.

71st Reaping [D3] Sept 26, 2015 8:51:19 GMT -5

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Post by goat on Sept 26, 2015 8:51:19 GMT -5

odile quintanilla

You want to stay in bed. The warm blankets call to you, tempting you back into their fortress. Stay with us, Odile, they murmur. You have no choice but to obey, lying back and cuddling into the covers. A few brief moments of peace pass, with no sound but the rustling of the wind outside your window and your own breathing-

~~stupid BITCH.~~

"Odile. You know what today is. Get the fuck out of bed."

~~FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF~~ You shake your head. "I'm tired, mom," you mutter. "And hungover, no doubt," she spits back. She leans forward over your bed and yanks the curtains open, sending a fresh stream of sunlight into your room. You groan, pulling the covers back over your head. It takes her no time at all to yank those from you as well.

"Get up. I've laid some clothes out for you. Maybe we can do something with that rat's nest you call hair." And with that, she leaves, twirling out of the room on her heel. You want so badly to ignore her and curl back into the bed, but that could end badly for both of you. With a heavy sigh, you roll off of the mattress and onto your feet.

The dress she's laid out for you isn't too bad. She could have gone with one of her gaudy old dresses, but this one is simple. White, with a delicate brown flower pattern, and T-shirt sleeves. You tug it on after removing your pajamas, and slide on the matching brown shoes. Your mother may hate you, but it was nice of her to do this.

~~still a stupid bitch though.~~ "Oh, shut up."

Your mother is waiting for you in the bathroom with a brush and a pair of scissors. She sits you down and attempts to tackle your hair. The brush goes in smoothly at first, but then gets caught in a knot and refuses to budge. Your mother, with her short patience, quickly gives up, ripping the brush out instead. "Just go," she says.

Shrugging, you retrieve your favorite (albeit a bit worn) jacket and head out. Once you've weaved down every apartment floor and made it to the outside, it's hard not to notice the flood of people all heading to the exact same place. "Like a herd of cows getting ready for slaughter," you grumble to yourself. Still, you yourself are forced to follow them. You quickly fall in line with the group and march all the way to the Town Square.

Once you've checked in and settled with the other seventeen year olds, the waiting begins. The whole district has to be here before reaping can begin. You wonder if your mother has made it down here yet. You're almost tempted to turn and look for her, but she'd probably just glare at you if she saw you.

The escort finally arrives on stage. They do their whole required spiel before diving right in, announcing "Ladies first."

You aren't worried. You aren't worried. Your breath is catching on your throat and your fists are clenched white but you are not worried-

"Odile Quintanilla!"

No.

No no no no-

Your vision blurs. Everything starts to run on autopilot. When your vision clears, you're standing on the stage, out into the sea of unsympathetic faces who are glad it's not them. You see your mother. She glares.

~~look what you've done! you're gonna get us both killed!~~

ooc: odile accepts her place as tribute.

turn soft and lovely any time you have a chance.

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71st Reaping [D3] Sept 27, 2015 11:50:52 GMT -5

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Post by ∂αмєη on Sept 27, 2015 11:50:52 GMT -5

• • • •

[presto]

LEO EVERITT

[/presto]

Matter exists out in the world, coming together to form a universe so expansive and large that not a single species can span it entirely. And yet mixed within that melting pot of energy and creation was something no person could observe with any sort of mechanical apparatus. Dark matter formed the world, but it could only be observed through its effects on the world around it. Try as one may, there wasn't any way to directly see the basis of a universe. Limits existed no matter how hard the human race tried to push past them. They always would as impossibilities were necessary. Sometimes, the world didn't work exactly how you wished for it to. There were always going to be bumps in the road, some larger than others. Matter would keep on doing its thing, dark matter would exist without any recognition, and the world would continue to turn as it always had. And yet in an instant, it seemed to have stopped in its rotation.

Surely it kept on with its rotation as that would be a physical anomaly greater than any that had occurred before. That would be one hell of a stop. Equatorial speed is just over 465 m/s. It's not that hard to do the math and figure out just how screwed we would all be. And yet his world had come to a screeching halt in one single moment. There wasn't a thing in the world that could have warned him or prepared him for what was to come. He was, after all, only a short bit away from never having to worry about the threat that constantly loomed over the shoulder of every teenager through all of Panem. And yet there he stood in the bustling square with anxiety creeping in. Get it together, Leo. All will be fine. And yet his fingers work with each other in a circular motion, keeping busy to distract his mind.

One could assume that the world had a preset plan. Things were meant to happen in a certain order as they were the cause of some greater idea. Leo was never a believer into that sort of ideology, thinking the world to be far too grand and complex to be running along some course that had been planned from its inception. And yet the stars aligned and the moons moved upon the same axis. Suns and galaxies far past the visible radius met in a way that assured that on this very day, somebody's world would change far more drastically than they had hoped for. Living in Three meant a little more security; this was a complete surprise to two young children. Every year. And now a new one came to be.

Her name was called first. An Odile, or so it sounded from the mouth of the man on stage. A girl walked forward and onto the stage, allowing for the man to pull from the large glass ball that held all of the names of the males in the District. What were the odds again? I did this earlier. Why can't I remember? His mind began to race. It was common, but not in the way it currently was happening. Leo was used to being calm. Collected. Not anxious and scared of a future that had yet to be established. And yet when the man's lips parted and he spoke those two words, the future was set in stone. As his tongue touched the top of his mouth to form the 'L', then continuing on with the rest, Leonidas Cadogan Everitt became aware of a future that now became very real. Before his eyes, all matter seemed to collect together to form one outcome. He saw everything. Every particle of the world. Every proton and neutron and electron and positron and quark and lepton and-

"Leo Everitt!"

The odds aren't as clear cut as they should be. Some have a better chance, though maybe that doesn't always affect it. His brain went to work immediately as he walked towards the stage. He knew that there was nobody in the crowd that would wish to ensure he survived. It was a thought that struck him harder than he could have imagined. Nobody needed him to return. The only point would be for his benefit. For his future. The future that had been designed.

For Leo, dark matter became observable. He saw what the world was made of at its core. His life was being affected by it, and yet now it was clear as day.

It was fear.

• • • •

leo accepts his place as tribute

all I need's a whisper in a world that only shouts