The Reaping [D6]

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The Reaping [D6] May 22, 2010 9:53:32 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on May 22, 2010 9:53:32 GMT -5

The mayor of District Six stepped out onto the stage, a smile plastered across his face as he stared into the cameras that surrounded the stage. 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 his 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, "Estrella Angelo!" He then reached into the other ball. "Jango Graves!"

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The Reaping [D6] May 22, 2010 11:37:17 GMT -5

Post by Tori on May 22, 2010 11:37:17 GMT -5

He watched as the mayor's hand slipped in the jar that held the names of all the girls in his district that were between the ages of 12 and 18. Jango felt himself holding his breath and praying. Please, anyone but her. His girlfriend, Veronica Hopkins, had just lost her brother in the last Hunger Games. Rocko Hopkins. His death was hard to watch, since Jango had always been seeking his approval, and knew not how to take care of the broken mess Rocko was leaving behind. His sister. Jango had never seen her as much as a mess as she had been. Her twin brother, dead.

The mayor read the name on the slip. Estrella Angelo. Oh thank god. Jango didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for the girl. Veronica was safe, and that was all that mattered. However, he did feel indebted to the girl. She had prevented Veronica from being chosen. "Thank you." he whispered to her even though he knew she couldn't hear him. Everything would be fine now. The mayor reached into the boys jar and drew out another name. Jango Graves.

Jango didn't move. He didn't yell, didn't cry, didn't laugh. He didn't nothing but stand there. It was silent for a reason. Because everyone knew the Hopkins. Or rather, everyone knew Veronica. She had lost her ex-boyfriend in a Hungers Games. Rocko had spent years chasing after her, trying to make her realize that he would always be there for her. Trevor had died but he was here. Everyone knew her because her brother had died last year. Also, killed in the games. And now everyone knew her again. Because her current boyfriend was chosen to die as well.

He ran. Jango didn't care about the rules. The capitol could punish him later. "Veronica!" he screamed, trying to find her. The sixteen year old girl's section had given her so much spaced that he knew who the crumpled figure on the ground was from a distance. Of course, Clarisse was next to her, unsmiling. When she saw Jango approaching, she backed off. "Veronica." he whispered as he picked her off the ground and into his arms. "Veronica, I love you. And for you, I'd do anything. But don't do anything stupid. I'll be watching." Jango kissed her head and brought her over to his mother and sister who were as crying. He set her down and ran to the stage.

While he ran he thought of everything until then. He wondered how Clarisse, Rocko's girlfriend, was taking all of this. Veronica was her friend. Jango climbed the stairs, looking over his now district partner. Veronica. People had always prasied Jango for the sweetheart he was, but not anymore. Not now that the capitol has done this. Jango would kill them all. All of them would die at his hands so that he could see Veronica again. So he could hold her. He would not let the capitol forget him. Jango Graves was going to win the Hunger games.

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The Reaping [D6] May 22, 2010 12:07:33 GMT -5

Post by CRZ on May 22, 2010 12:07:33 GMT -5

Kolman Ruvein:

Being an outgoing person, Kolman knew everyone in District 6. He had seen the horror of Rocko getting torn away from his sister and then getting killed with victory in sight. Now, he was a witness of another horror: Veronica Hopkins was about to lose her boyfriend too. He knew Jango was a fighter, but he also knew that the tributes from Districts 1 and 2 cheat and have skills necessary in the games. They are strong, ruthless warriors and almost always win the games. How Arbor won the games last year, was a mystery to Kolman.

He was to good of a friend to Veronica and Jango to let this happen. To let Jango go into he arena and risk his life just so Veronica can be so depressed to the point she doesn't even have the will to live? "JANGO," he yells towards the stage. "Don't do this to Veronica. Don't die out there man. I will go into the arena. Please, I know you want to prove something to the Capitol, but don't go into the arena. You've seen the games and what they can do to people. Let that be me, not you. Please, let me go. Will you let me be your volunteer?"

Lulu Retired Staff [M:2982250] 3,114 POSTS last seen Nov 24, 2023 13:45:22 GMT -5	The Reaping [D6] May 22, 2010 14:58:35 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Lulu on May 22, 2010 14:58:35 GMT -5 I'm sorry, but there's no asking tributes to be their volunteer. If they want one, they'll give a specific message. Please do not post offering to volunteer unless it's been specified that the tribute doesn't want their position.
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CRZ Merchant [M:-725] 175 POSTS last seen Jan 30, 2011 13:09:57 GMT -5	The Reaping [D6] May 22, 2010 16:02:25 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by CRZ on May 22, 2010 16:02:25 GMT -5 Ok, sorry Rue. My bad.

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The Reaping [D6] May 23, 2010 17:40:26 GMT -5

Post by cameron on May 23, 2010 17:40:26 GMT -5

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Estrella Angelo stood at the very back of the group of shaking, frightened twelve year olds, who were experiencing their first ever Reaping while being eligible for the Games. Every twelve year old other than Estrella looked completely cowardly. She pondered what they were so frightened of; after all, the Hunger Games weren't so bad. It was just very likely you would die if you entered them. Which, to Estrella, wasn't really that bad. She had never experienced anyone close to her dying, for she had never been close to anyone, so she wouldn't know if it was painful. Estrella thought it would be peaceful to die, not as terrible or dramatic as previous Tributes had made it to be. They were always crying, and making ugly, misconstrued faces at the cameras. Just last year, one girl had thrown a great fit over her death, and had fussed at a group of boys for killing innocent little girls. Was it really that bad? By dying you received an everlasting peace and calm; what about that really sounded bad? Nothing, at least not to Estrella. She awaited her time of peace, for it would be much easier than the hardships she had to face in her daily life.

But, then again, there was nothing wrong with life. She was peaceful now, and there was nothing that disturbed that or ever had. If she didn't die, it wouldn't be bad, either. She was always calm.

Of course, there was no guarantee she would have to die. She hadn't signed up for tesserae, She had no reason to believe she would be reaped. It was rather unlikely, really, that her name was even in the cup to begin with. Estrella wasn't a registered citizen, as far as she knew.

And then she heard her name called by the mayor. "

Estrella Angelo!" the mayor called out to the entire district. Well, she thought, I must be a registered citizen, then. She calmly eased her way from the back of the Twelves up to the stage. She stepped up and took her place beside the mayor.

"You called my name, Mr. Mayor." She said to him, although he was too wrapped up in himself to hear her. "Thank you."

And thus began the final days of Estrella Angelo's short-lived, but not pointless--not for long, at least--lonely life. And she was ready.

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The Reaping [D6] May 23, 2010 17:48:05 GMT -5

Post by Cel on May 23, 2010 17:48:05 GMT -5

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Poor kids, being sent to their deaths. They remind me of my poor brother, who died a couple years back. The poor kid didn't have a chance. Jango might this year though, he seemed kinda strong, and he also seems to be a fighter, if only for that girl he's alwas with, ah whatsername, oh, it's Veronica. Poor girl. I really pity her.

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The Reaping [D6] May 23, 2010 19:24:46 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on May 23, 2010 19:24:46 GMT -5

Veronica Hopkins:

I can't believe I had to go through this another year. Isn't there some sort of exception for people who've already lost two family members? My first love and my brother weren't enough for the capitol, now I was expected to stand on stage again amongst my friends and fear for another life. No, no higher force, no God would put me through that a third time.

This past year had been awful. Jango did his best to handle the broken girl, but I didn't make it easy for him. I felt bad for still dwelling on Trevor, how do you truly love someone else when you're still holding on to your first? Trevor had left my mind though when I watched Rocko die on television. I felt like a knew before it was going to happen that he wouldn't make it.

And when I finally saw him take his last breath, I actually felt part of me rip in half. Losing a loved one is one thing, losing your twin is much much different. I have no idea how Jango put up with me, but somehow he pulled me out of my stupor. I will never be the lively girl I once was, but Jango had made me laugh again. That was all that could be done.

The girl's name was called. I wasn't sure if it was mine, I wasn't even paying attention. I waited for someone to walk up, some girl that I did not recognize walked up to the front of the stage and I looked over at Jango. He smiled at me and his shoulders relaxed more.

The mayor pulled out the male's name and I knew it was Jango before he said the name. Everyone knew me: Veronica Hopkins, everything she touches turns to dead. The mayor's eyes flitted over to me before he said the name and that's how I knew.

"Jan-" There was nothing. There was no God. There were no angels. There was nobody watching out for me. There was nothing. There was no feeling. There were no words. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.

When I collapsed, it was an out of body experience. I saw myself collapse rather than feeling it. I saw the girls around me part. I saw Jango run to me. And then everything went black.

I was with Trevor at the pond. He was only a light, but I knew it was him. The light floated away and revealed Rocko. Rocko came into the pond with me. He gave me a hug, he pulled away and turned into Jango. Jango's arms: this is where I wanted to say.