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71st Reaping [D12] Sept 25, 2015 23:33:17 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Sept 25, 2015 23:33:17 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, "Chloe Angor!" He then reached into the other ball. "Neptune Liefde!"

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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71st Reaping [D12] Sept 26, 2015 18:00:26 GMT -5

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Post by flyss on Sept 26, 2015 18:00:26 GMT -5

DRAGON-BREATH

We laid our names to rest

Along the dotted line.

We left our date of birth
And our history behind.

My sweater holds me in a headlock a thousand times my strength, but when I turn my head, it's as if all pressure is eased within me; when I open my eyes, I'm met with the back of another, his posture open and care-free, as if he weren't on his way to the possibility of a certain death sentence-

Boy, I call out with nil sound creeping from my lips. Quit looking so damn happy. But of course, he doesn't hear me because I don't even hear me. I sigh and check myself in.

Before me, stands a sea of faceless children, each of which live a life outside my vision- friends, family, experiences, that I'll never know- and while today is my last chance to be sent to a hell upon panem, for some of them, years and years are to come of this torture.

How sad.

But I am not here for them, nor am I here to give pity- I am here to get this over with, to finally be free from the shackles of childhood slaughter, and it tastes better than any warm meal that has ever dared to touch my lips. Only 8 entries into the pool of hundreds- a luxary in a district such as my own, but a number far too high for my liking- and I'm released into the panic of yet another lock-down, of yet another season of stress upon two families who will certainly lose one of their own- it's something I never thought I'd say in a million years.

But it's here.

When I make my way into the crowd of 18 year old males who stand huddled within a portioned-off section of the square, I catch a glimpse of a boy who I go to school with- Epson Princek- and he signs me a set of words that I nearly break out in laughter at.

Heard that that Sarah Noosef bitch is gonna be volunteering this games. Do ya actually think she's going to do it?

And I shake my head, because no-one volunteers in District Twelve, not even a girl who wishes her life to end, and like hell I'd give my life up to protect some kid who's probably going to get trampled by the careers within minutes of the bloodbath starting anyway.

We're playing a rigged game here, no matter how you look at it.

My thoughts are interrupted by the roll of silence that makes it's way through the mass of children, a feat only capable of being done by the bass of a microphone, and I quickly shift my attention forward, eyes locked on a man dressed in a strange fashion.

His voice rings through my head like a broken record, the words he speaks having been plastered into my brain like a cattle brand, the scars still fresh enough to recite by word, but the pain luminous and not exactly there because why would words ever hurt me?

'Ladies first,' I stand up straighter at the sound of departure from the normal monologue- it's as if we are cows when his eyes scan over us, and chills move in waves down my spine when he speaks the name of a girl who I'm sure that I've seen before, but don't quite remember. What a poor girl, to have been chosen out of such a large pool of others- of course, not everybody is blessed to have such a low number of entries as I, though.

After they manage to get her on stage, I straighten out my posture, waiting- just waiting- for them to say those last two words that will allow me to relax fully for the first time in my life. My eyes never leave the escort's hands as he makes his way over to the bowl containing all of the boys' names, pulls out a paper, and opens it with a smile bigger than my dreams; I hear him call out the words precisely, not fumbling on the second, like many would expect him to, but I don't move because I can't believe it.

I freeze.

Volunteers do not exist in District Twelve, I scream to myself endlessly, even when I begin to look frantically at the faces surrounding. I sign out to Epson that I must be dreaming because this is too damn surreal for it to be happening, but he doesn't see because I'm sure that it pains him to know that he's just lost one of his friends so suddenly.

Please- please dont't do this. My fingers are a mess of movements as the children to each of my sides edge away and all I'm left with are the snagged gloves of the overlooming men in white. This can't be, I-

I'm so sorry.

And with that, I'm pushed off into the isle, my face a mess of disbelief and my mouth hung open ever-so-slightly in terror- I'm now that kid who needs a hero, but of course, there's nobody here to catch me when I need them.

Goodbye, and I love you, mother and father.

After all, what is a second chance when there was never a first to begin with?

Our backs against the wall,

We’re surrounded and afraid.

Our lives now in the hands

Of the soldiers taking aim.

891 WORDS | SONG

CREDIT TO TORI OF ADOXOGRAPHYV2

[Neptune Liefde accepts his spot as tribute.]

Credit: Shrimp

Credit: Avalon

"I could have been so much more than just Neptune.
I could have been a whole damn
galaxy."

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71st Reaping [D12] Sept 27, 2015 18:18:41 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Sept 27, 2015 18:18:41 GMT -5

My fingers trembled as I buttoned up my dress. I had worn this dress once a year since I was fifteen, and I knew that day would be the last day I ever wore the dress one way or another. It was my hope that I would be able to hang up the dress once the reaping was over, but I knew chances had a strange way of working and could never quite calm my nerves. It didn’t matter about me, even though I knew I would never survive the Games—this year was the first year Nasos would be in the reaping and the only thing that could make my heart sink lower was to watch him on the screen.

Did I know as I left the house? Did I know as I stood with the other 18 year-old girls, some of whom I recognized? Did I know as I listened to the mayor talk about the history of Panem? Nothing was certain until my name slipped from the escort’s lips and I could feel eyes on me. There was sympathy, there was pity. But among all of those looks was the look of relief in their eyes, relief that I would not find in my eyes or my family’s eyes. I could feel the panic wash over me as I made my way to the podium, trying my best not to catch the eyes of my family members.

Not now. Please, not now, were the only words I could run through my head as I held my upper abdomen as if that would hold the pangs of pain back. The last thing I needed right now was to collapse as I walked up in front of all of the monitors. The beads of sweat coated my forehead as the distance shrank until finally my foot was on the raised platform and I had to turn my eyes to all the people watching me. It felt like the slowest walk I had ever made and yet it was probably only a few minutes after my name was uttered that another one was spoken.

I didn’t know a Neptune—or did I? He was my age and his face looked familiar, but nothing seemed to be clicking or maybe my mind just wasn’t working. All I could really think about was the sweat collecting on my face, in my hands, underneath my clothes as I willed myself to focus any anxiety through my sweating. It was only a little more longer and yet my mind went through all of the possibilities like a snapshot of my life.

Arbor had won—and he was blind. Aranica had won—and she was only 12. Heron had won—and she didn’t have legs. What was not to say that I had a chance? If they were able to win, why couldn’t a girl who suffered from panic attacks be able to make it back home? Yet I knew my strengths and I knew they were few. It would take a miracle for me to come home to my family, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for either option. Just as the thought of my possible death crossed my mind, I felt the pain in my abdomen and the world became black.