The Reapings {Part One of the funny saga}
Dec 30, 2010 0:30:26 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Dec 30, 2010 0:30:26 GMT -5
{{{Post the humorous reapings here}}}
District 1 was a pretty nice place to live. You had food and people all around you wearing perfectly tailored clothes, rings and holding large containers of coffee, as if it were a life supply to the people of the district.
Today, though, wasn’t the most cheery of days. Sure, you knew that some power hungry career would swoop forward at any moment, taking the reaping by storm, but the weather was quite unpleasant. Very unpleasant by the looks of it, when you peered outside of the tall, bright, city hall.
A rain-snow mix was slowly hitting the ground, the one that was all cold and wet. The people were starting to snake through the entry ropes, umbrellas held high over their heads, fur coats bundled around them in an effort to stay warm. Of course, it wasn’t working, due to the thirty five degrees and wet that engulfed them in shivers.
This was going to be an interesting reaping.
The rich people were getting irritable, with their noses held high and their umbrellas shaking in impatience.
Chelsea Dagger, the mayor, a slight woman with dark brown hair and incredibly pale skin entered the stage, straight from the right, showcasing the past victors of the district. All of them seemed bored enough, with their eyes moving from side to side in such a manner that showed annoyance. You could just tell that they were mentally and physically scarred, just by looking at them.
The mayor’s cheery expression was quite sad, just for the reason that she was happy that two career tributes were being sent on their will, to die. But, statistics showed that district 1 people seemed to win 1/5 of the time, thus, giving them a twenty percent chance of winning.
It was a pleasant number, to know that their training facilities they paid so much for were paying off. She smiled to the crowd, and began speaking. “Welcome to the District One Reaping everybody! Today we are granting two of our own children the chance to be one of the most highly respected people in our district!”
She straightened her striped pencil skirt, the one made of seal fur and silk embroidery thread and continued to speak into the microphone “Now, off to our district representative!” She passed the microphone to the capitol rep that was the one to haul the two children to the capitol, two very happy children.
The capitol representative was very loud in his actions and words. His name was Myst Nevermind and he was pretty much the most interesting of the capitolites to watch. He had slicked back teal hair that gave a glassy gleam to his head. A black goatee sprouted on his medium olive skin, and today, he wore an atrocity that was called a “unitard” The blue thing, with an elaborate cape and collar, glistened with gold sequins and feathers. Sure, he wore a pair of nude tights with it, because some people would be appalled by the outfit, but it still showcased his slightly overweight figure.
He snatched the microphone, and in his most professional of voices, he smiled. “Hello everyone! Now, I will take out…” He paused melodramatically, “The females name.”
Oh, no. He didn’t use the more intresting term “ladies first” he made it his own by being overly dramatic and adding flamboyancy that nothing else could compare to. Even in district two, who had his brother, he was the only one who didn’t use the traditional term.
He put his gloved hand into the girls reaping ball and clenched the first name he could find. 99 of a 100 slips had the name “Glitter Kesha” on them, so he was almost guaranteed that he would call that particular name. With a smile, he read the perfect name he needed to.
“Glitter Kesha!” The name echoed through the speakers, and the girl, who was thirteen, short, and looked physically weak, rushed up to the front of the stage, with a large grin on her face.
Today, her medium brown hair had been brought into soft pincurls, and her excited face seemed to push the other people aside within the crowd. She wasn’t stunning, but she wasn’t ugly either. Her eyes wer too large for her face, her nose was a bit on the large side, but she wasn’t an eyesore.
She wore a silver sequined dress with a belt, and some bright blue boots that pulled up to her knees. The typical district one reaping outfit, yet again. You could hear sighs from the crowd, who was craving some form of diversity. They wanted to have someone wear a simple black dress.
That would have been a perfect reflection on the times, but no. A collective sigh went through the crowd, and Glitter, with excitement, started to sing to herself a Kesha song. Yes, the pre-games singer who seriously needed a shower. And yes, the one who brushed her teeth with Jack and sleeps in the gutters, only to emerge like the loch-ness monster when autotune took over the music industry.
She smiled enthusiastically, as finally Myst crossed the stage, and pulled out the first name he came in contact with. The same percentage type of thing. “Matt Matthews!” Then, a boy who had the same coloring as the first girl jumped onto the stage, performing something of a superman pose before taking his place next to Glitter.
His enthusiastic glare and purple zoot suit, emthasized with a pimp cane and fedora made him get a more appreciated smile from the audience. They applauded his paegent boy style as the rules went by, he would flirtatiously wink towards the crowd, who seemed to be eating him up.
Glitter, though, stood in the corner, listening to the Kesha music that mumbled through her head. She really wasn’t listening to the rules, because she was still infaturated by the insanity that was mumbled.
Finally. The rules and regulations ended In a fit of screaming and being forced into a train, since the two said they’re goodbyes anyway. Glitter was too sad to leave her precious music behind, and Matt…. Matt had to leave his pimp cane.
Poor Matt.
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[/center]District 1 Reaping
District 1 was a pretty nice place to live. You had food and people all around you wearing perfectly tailored clothes, rings and holding large containers of coffee, as if it were a life supply to the people of the district.
Today, though, wasn’t the most cheery of days. Sure, you knew that some power hungry career would swoop forward at any moment, taking the reaping by storm, but the weather was quite unpleasant. Very unpleasant by the looks of it, when you peered outside of the tall, bright, city hall.
A rain-snow mix was slowly hitting the ground, the one that was all cold and wet. The people were starting to snake through the entry ropes, umbrellas held high over their heads, fur coats bundled around them in an effort to stay warm. Of course, it wasn’t working, due to the thirty five degrees and wet that engulfed them in shivers.
This was going to be an interesting reaping.
The rich people were getting irritable, with their noses held high and their umbrellas shaking in impatience.
Chelsea Dagger, the mayor, a slight woman with dark brown hair and incredibly pale skin entered the stage, straight from the right, showcasing the past victors of the district. All of them seemed bored enough, with their eyes moving from side to side in such a manner that showed annoyance. You could just tell that they were mentally and physically scarred, just by looking at them.
The mayor’s cheery expression was quite sad, just for the reason that she was happy that two career tributes were being sent on their will, to die. But, statistics showed that district 1 people seemed to win 1/5 of the time, thus, giving them a twenty percent chance of winning.
It was a pleasant number, to know that their training facilities they paid so much for were paying off. She smiled to the crowd, and began speaking. “Welcome to the District One Reaping everybody! Today we are granting two of our own children the chance to be one of the most highly respected people in our district!”
She straightened her striped pencil skirt, the one made of seal fur and silk embroidery thread and continued to speak into the microphone “Now, off to our district representative!” She passed the microphone to the capitol rep that was the one to haul the two children to the capitol, two very happy children.
The capitol representative was very loud in his actions and words. His name was Myst Nevermind and he was pretty much the most interesting of the capitolites to watch. He had slicked back teal hair that gave a glassy gleam to his head. A black goatee sprouted on his medium olive skin, and today, he wore an atrocity that was called a “unitard” The blue thing, with an elaborate cape and collar, glistened with gold sequins and feathers. Sure, he wore a pair of nude tights with it, because some people would be appalled by the outfit, but it still showcased his slightly overweight figure.
He snatched the microphone, and in his most professional of voices, he smiled. “Hello everyone! Now, I will take out…” He paused melodramatically, “The females name.”
Oh, no. He didn’t use the more intresting term “ladies first” he made it his own by being overly dramatic and adding flamboyancy that nothing else could compare to. Even in district two, who had his brother, he was the only one who didn’t use the traditional term.
He put his gloved hand into the girls reaping ball and clenched the first name he could find. 99 of a 100 slips had the name “Glitter Kesha” on them, so he was almost guaranteed that he would call that particular name. With a smile, he read the perfect name he needed to.
“Glitter Kesha!” The name echoed through the speakers, and the girl, who was thirteen, short, and looked physically weak, rushed up to the front of the stage, with a large grin on her face.
Today, her medium brown hair had been brought into soft pincurls, and her excited face seemed to push the other people aside within the crowd. She wasn’t stunning, but she wasn’t ugly either. Her eyes wer too large for her face, her nose was a bit on the large side, but she wasn’t an eyesore.
She wore a silver sequined dress with a belt, and some bright blue boots that pulled up to her knees. The typical district one reaping outfit, yet again. You could hear sighs from the crowd, who was craving some form of diversity. They wanted to have someone wear a simple black dress.
That would have been a perfect reflection on the times, but no. A collective sigh went through the crowd, and Glitter, with excitement, started to sing to herself a Kesha song. Yes, the pre-games singer who seriously needed a shower. And yes, the one who brushed her teeth with Jack and sleeps in the gutters, only to emerge like the loch-ness monster when autotune took over the music industry.
She smiled enthusiastically, as finally Myst crossed the stage, and pulled out the first name he came in contact with. The same percentage type of thing. “Matt Matthews!” Then, a boy who had the same coloring as the first girl jumped onto the stage, performing something of a superman pose before taking his place next to Glitter.
His enthusiastic glare and purple zoot suit, emthasized with a pimp cane and fedora made him get a more appreciated smile from the audience. They applauded his paegent boy style as the rules went by, he would flirtatiously wink towards the crowd, who seemed to be eating him up.
Glitter, though, stood in the corner, listening to the Kesha music that mumbled through her head. She really wasn’t listening to the rules, because she was still infaturated by the insanity that was mumbled.
Finally. The rules and regulations ended In a fit of screaming and being forced into a train, since the two said they’re goodbyes anyway. Glitter was too sad to leave her precious music behind, and Matt…. Matt had to leave his pimp cane.
Poor Matt.
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