98th Reaping [District Nine]

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98th Reaping [District Nine] Sept 20, 2024 23:18:03 GMT -5

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Post by dars on Sept 20, 2024 23:18:03 GMT -5

The peacekeeper initiates formed a tunnel along the entrance, allowing everyone else in the district to step inside and take their places before the initiates themselves eventually filed in last, just before the start of the ceremonies. This was said to be in honor of their duty to the people of their homeland, as Mayor Irvine enraptured the crowd in her speech. Gloria the escort smiled as she took over the microphone, seemingly pleased as she began thanking Nine for its support of the Capitol and prompting the crowd to applaud themselves for their turn around in recent years.

"It is time," She said as she 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!"

She did not look to see the reaction of her district before reaching into the glass ball that held the names of the children. "First up," the Escort announced, pulling out a slip of paper. She unfolded it and read out to the crowd, "Kristof Parks!" She then reached into the ball again, selecting another name. "Helga Wessex!"

OOC - RPing is allowed. Please feel free to post below with any character in the district reacting as you'd like.

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.

Tributes have until Tuesday, September 24th to post their acceptances.

^{I AM A GARDEN OF BLACK AND RED AGONIES}

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98th Reaping [District Nine] Sept 21, 2024 21:53:39 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Sept 21, 2024 21:53:39 GMT -5

BABY WESSEX

There had been nothing - not a single thing - in Baby's entire life that could have prepared her for the 98th Reaping. Which isn't to say there hadn't been some hardship. When her mother had been let go as the grocery store manager and her father's hours at the refinery had been cut back, then eventually disappeared as the industry shut down. That had been hard. But they'd never gone hungry, never lost power. Her parents had been savvy savers and even then her eldest sister, Magritte, had a steady job in construction.

So, though her parents and sisters worried, Baby did not. She wasn't meant to. "Run along and play," her mother would chime in a sing-song voice as she scoured the paper for job listings.

It went much the same at school. The middle sister, Hortense, paved the way. Three years above Baby, she handpicked her friends' little siblings to be Baby's inner circle in kindergarten. It was Hortense who managed playdates, who pestered her parents for little treats for their birthdays, who showed Baby how important friends could be. And it was Hortense who walked her to class each morning, who introduced her as Baby because to the Wessex family, she was.

So when the woman from the Capitol announced HELGA WESSEX, Baby blinked serenely. She had her arms laced around one of her friends, leaning against her. The warm sun and rhythm of the peacekeepers' boots had made her a little sleepy. It all could have simply been a dream.

Until her friends abruptly ripped her arm away like somehow Baby was infected. Contagious. Doomed.

She didn't understand when a peacekeeper entered the pen, grabbed her by her lacy collar, and dragged her to the stage. She sniffled and wailed, but only because she had never been hauled about.

Deposited on front of the microphone on the stage, Baby blubbered. She looked around wildly, found Hortense frozen in the 18-year-old pen. PLEASE! she wanted to scream but nothing other than a small whimper escaped.

As the escort shooed her and the Parks boy off the stage, Baby threw back one last desperate look at her sister. Without her - without her supportive family and circle of friends - who would tell them to call her Baby?

[Baby Wessex accepts her position as District 9 tribute.]
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98th Reaping [District Nine] Sept 23, 2024 19:36:49 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Sept 23, 2024 19:36:49 GMT -5

Kristof Parks

His stomach rumbles as he rolls around in bed watching the sun peak over the horizon. It's a beautiful morning, yet it's a sorrowful day. It's tough, but maybe it'll be like every other year so far with a nice home cooked meal awaiting him after the reaping. It's always the hope, and so far it's been a success, but every year the nerves become stronger. Each year the feelings are worse, and this is the first time he's refused to eat a well planned breakfast. The fear, the anxiety, everything crawls through him as he lifts himself out of bed. He's not one to show many emotions, however, right now, Kristof can't hide them anymore as he slowly paces around his room.
"Kristof aren't you going to eat?"

He sighs as he hears his mother's voice echo from the other room. On one hand, food is desirable, it'll make the rumbling go away, but on the other, he's afraid one bite will force whatever is in his stomach to forcefully eject itself. Yet he puts on a brave face.
"Thank you."

It's not the greatest, but his mother put in a ton of work, and he forces himself to eat as much as possible, and eventually finish off his plate.
The rest of the morning is silent, and he makes his way to the reaping and takes his place like many years before. All of it hurts, it crashes down around him year after year, and today, his name is called. His number is chosen, and in the blink of an eye everything changes.

He doesn't know Chaske or Rolf. All he knows is the stories he's heard, and none of them make much sense, and maybe this is a chance to bring some good to the Parks name, a legacy, something other than turmoil. But his body betrays him. Tears stream down his face as he takes his place, and Kristof stares out at the world around him. Time comes crashing down, and maybe that's the problem with it all, maybe the world never existed anyways. But here he is, standing on the stage knowing he's likely never to see this place again.

Kristof Parks accepts spot