The Reaping [D3]

Finally, today, the reaping ceremony had commenced. Some people were laughing, a lot crying, seeing that District 2 is a Career District. The District was proud of their trained killers, and Pystan was proud of being one for their sake.

Hours earlier, however, her own breakdown at a girl's house, crying, anger instilled in tone, had loosened and shaken a tiny shred of confidence that had been accumulative over the years, seeing her brother slowly approaching a state where he would outperform her. In any area. Her parents, proud and smiling, hugged Cauger significantly more than her.

Pystan, right now, was smiling while standing with the 15-year old group. Having wiped clean negative auras, she returned to her position as a blond sunshine. The rainstorm prior could not bring her spirits down, and neither would the tears.

Before the reaping could start, she had run quickly home, avoiding the eyes of those around her, and hastily readied for the reaping day. Today's going to be my day! I'll finally get picked! Three tesserae will not be wasted! the cheery girl would think as a flowing dress was being slipped on.

A corset-like stringing tied along the small of her back, exposing some glowing skin. The fabric was clean, tinged with the smell of orchids and meadow flowers, and overbearingly pink in hue, bright as her general demeanor. It was mostly conservative as the gown reached near her feet. All of her arms were free of constriction. Below the abdomen started the ruffles. Pystan removed the pink wrench earrings and replaced them with glimmering sapphires in a tear shape. Adorned around the neck was a necklace an elderly gave her in payment of kindness: a simple golden chain with a treasure box decoration, a heart stamped outside and not in. Lastly, the girl slipped on a silver ring on supposed-marriage finger.

After receiving praises and remarks on her appearance, the blond directed herself to the Town Center, elegantly walking in her short-length blue high heels. The sun accentuated her cuteness by radiating a whistle to her.

Presently, Pystan waited for the announcement, keeping watch of her parents' attention on her.

But she became disorientated after. Confused, indefinitely.

"Melanie... Clark?" she murmured, half-distraught and half-disappointed. Today was my time. She knows that! Green eyes shot to her parents, entirely frustrated then laughing it off. She could imagine what they were saying to themselves anxiously. 'There's always next time. Pystan's only 15!'

But they'll keep doing this until I get in or until I'm 18! I'm ready to go now!

Angry, confused, disappointed, all these emotions mixed in her voice, shouting, glaring at the female District 3 Tribute, "It's my turn, Mel! Don't be such a thief!!" Her fists were balled; her teeth, clenched. Pystan also did not like how the District 3 Tribute, Garrett, was picked. She was angry with them both.

An unexpected wrap around the blond's body fixated mixed-green orbs at the boy District 3 Tribute. Pystan clenched her teeth with eyes glaring, glowering at Garrett. She knew the two Tributes now before her, and she was entirely angry with them both. They both accepted a fate she was ready for since the beginning.

She barked as Garrett went up to take his seat, "You two are thieves! Thieving rats! I hate you both!" Her dress flowed as Pystan ran off, fists balled, fighting through anyone in her way. She wanted out to not see their 'disgusting' faces again.

Pystan would not admit what feelings was buried deep below the anger and frustration.

(Out of the reaping thread for good or otherwise. xP )