56th Reaping [D11]

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56th Reaping [D11] Sept 4, 2010 7:58:33 GMT -5

Post by Lulu on Sept 4, 2010 7:58:33 GMT -5

The mayor of District Eleven 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, "Estelle Havenporth!"

[/color] He then reached into the other ball. "Cole Haister!"

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 midnight site time on Tuesday, September 7th, a staff member will post saying that volunteering is open. Please do not post until you see this staff message. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE.

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...-evil laugh- It's not a requirement, but please please please just consider the lessons. They'll help even the most advanced RPer. [/blockquote][/size][/justify]

Last Edit: Sept 4, 2010 10:19:51 GMT -5 by Lulu

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56th Reaping [D11] Sept 4, 2010 9:50:25 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Sept 4, 2010 9:50:25 GMT -5

(OOC: Estelle Accepts being in the games.)

Estelle Havenporth

I woke up to an apple on my bedside, a card under it, and my nice purple tunic hanging on the bedroom door. I opened the card, more of the birthday stuff, and ate the red apple in thick, gloppy chunks. It made a pleasant crunching sound, which made me think I was crunching president snows bones with my mind. What a pleasant little girl I am. I shower in sun heated water, and the day is fairly warm. From our small shack, I can see the carrot fields, which have nobody in them. My parents had gone into the apple orchards for extra pay. I patted myself dry with a towel, and finally decided to put on my outfit. A purple version of what Ive worn every day this year, a linen tunic and shorts. I brushed my hair, my teeth, and looked in the mirror. I was paler skinned than most people who worked here, with a light olive skin tone. Freckles, honey blonde hair and tawny colored eyes. I looked like a sun kissed child, which I was. But, I considered myself lucky that I wasnt ever scheduled for the sugar cane harvesting. Usually, I was stuck in the orchards, enjoying the shade and ease of picking the apples provided for me. I was pretty average looking, if you ask me. except for the scars that littered my back like trash, if you want to call that a difference. Everyone has a scar of some kind.

My parents came home, gave me the happy birthday drill and we walked to the reaping, shaking. My parents knew that the odds were not in my favor, and she was shaking. She was known to be sensitive to the future, but I never believed that when she said the toast was going to be done in two minutes, that she meant it on the dot. So, I was put into a pen just like an animal as I watched our disgrace for a mayor, a tubby animal that only wore jerseys. Our escourt, MeriLee FairWeather, crossed the stage, donning her rediculous costume, a head to toe alligator skin body suit, with slits for eyes and mouth. I shuddered, and the mayor finally steadied himself and reached for the reaping balls. He stood up, unfolded a name and read it. The world fell silent, not a bird sang. Children finally said "Its You ESTELLE! go up there!" A few relieved boys pushed me towards the stage, then I noticed he did say my name. Tears rolled down my face, and I didnt want to fight my feelings, so I let them come. I let them pack. I let the tears make puddles on the stage, where Merilee just rolled her eyes, as if to say "dont worry, your not being prepared for slaughter by us. Your being prepared by slaughter by all other people." Wow, deep. The mayor, who was recovering from his previous episode, stumbled across the stage and picked a name from the reaping ball. "Cole Haister!" Oh. My. God. He? Of all people? Why did I have to kill him? He was a complete nice person, the closest thing I had to a boyfriend, ever. Sure, there may not of been much romantically between us, but it was my first friend who was a boy, so Ill take that. My eyes fogged up, and I saw Merilee roll her sea green eyes. The thing is, the capitol was killing children.

And killing children is merciless..

Last Edit: Sept 5, 2010 20:35:26 GMT -5 by peanutpie

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56th Reaping [D11] Sept 4, 2010 12:49:29 GMT -5

Post by wickedchick on Sept 4, 2010 12:49:29 GMT -5

The day was here. "Its time, Arabela, let's go!" I woke with an abrupt start, the weight of the day already on me. Gabriel, was standing over me, a look of hesitation clouding his eyes. He was 19, he had escaped the Hunger Games. He would live to tell the history of the games and District 11 to his children, but not Nachele. Nachele was gone, and wouldn't get to raise her own family or live happily ever after. I breathed slowly, trying to block out the memories of Hunger Games past, this was a new year. "Alright, I'll meet you down there in a second." Gabe left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Calm down, calm down! You're almost as old as Gabe and then you'll be done. Just get dressed. Think about what you'll do after the reaping... As I changed into my outfit, I day-dreamed myself into the meadow just a short walk away from our home. I'm laying on my back watching the clouds role by against the pale blue sky. A bird circles overhead, gracefully dancing against the wind. I feel calming breeze on my side, the sun's rays feels so warm and sweet, its like the feeling I get when I eat a spoonful of honey... "Arabela!" I snapped back, I was in my bedroom, the meadow was gone. Back to reality, back to the Capitol, and back to the bloodshed. "Coming!"

Gabe walked with me down to the reaping, his arm around my waist. He could feel me shaking like a frightened pup, but he didn't speak a word. I glanced down at my outfit, a pale brown skirt that fell just below my knees, and sunshine yellow, baby doll top. It wasn't the most lavish outfit, but it looked good enough. My bangs fell into my sight and I brushed them away, realizing I hadn't bothered to fix up my hair in anyway. "Gabe, we have to go back, I didn't put anything in my hair!" He pulled me closer, restraining me from even attempting to leave. "You look fine, as good as any of the other girls that'll be there. And its not like they're going to specifically pick you out of the ball because you don't have any hair clips in!" With that, we continued to make our way toward the Reaping, a uneasiness stirring in the pit of my stomach.

I was corralled into a pen, it felt smaller than normal this year. I struggled to see the mayor as he began the reaping, but his voice alone sent chills. This was my third time at the reaping, but the uneasiness was the same each and every year. This was the moment, he reached into the ball and fished out a name. Time almost seemed to stand still for an instant, it was live or die. "Estelle Havenporth!" I felt as though a massive stone had been lifted out of the pit of my stomach, another year to live. I tried to find Gabe in the crowd of waiting parents but in the uproar I couldn't seem to find him. I watched Estelle as she climbed to the stage, and suddenly I felt almost guilty for not being chosen. "She's only a child..." I muttered under my breath. She had a whole life ahead of her, and now, well there was still a chance. I wanted to run up there and give her a hug, tell her it was okay, but there was no use in it.

Last Edit: Sept 4, 2010 12:50:30 GMT -5 by wickedchick

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56th Reaping [D11] Sept 4, 2010 13:08:42 GMT -5

Post by grikey95 on Sept 4, 2010 13:08:42 GMT -5

(OOC- Cole accepts to be a tribute of the games)

Cole-

Autumn a fine season, butCole liked every season. It was nice, just cool enough to wear a jacket but not to cold. Today Cole had woken up, ready to start the day, ready to work in the fields. But then he remember today wasnt just any day, it was reaping day. Cole sighed. He had lived thought many reaping's game, after game, he had watched many kids from his district go of to fight to the death. Cole didnt like the games -that was an understatement- no one did. He dressed in his nicest collared shirt and dark brown pants. His hair was in matted black spikes. He ate his breakfast, not hungry at all. Kissed his mother and told her he was going. Cole liked to be by himself during the reaping. Just so he could be in his own bubble of sadness. Cole felt terrible.

Cole started down the street. When he got to the town square he looked around, same as every game. The mayor stood on the stage, big reaping balls filled with hundreds to thousands of names. People, people every where. Cole was ushered into a coral, many other young guys, most of whom Cole knew, stood there too. Not many words passed between the lot of them. Cole looked at all the other scared children in there corals. Sadness and anger is all that Cole thought of at this point. Many of these kids he knew. Today some on would be reaped. Another kid sentenced to death. Whats the point? Cole had thought this phrase over and over in his head.

"It is time," Cole's heart pounded. The whole square held there breath. "To once again send two of our own children to the Capitol to compete in the Hunger Games. Let us begin the Reaping!"

"Ladies first," the man announced, pulling out a slip of paper. He unfolded it and read out to the crowd, "Estelle Havenporth!" God no! He knew that girl, in fact he was friends with her. He was very fond of her. Now he would have to watch her die. Cole started to shake, the way he did when he was having an emotional over load. He then reached into the other ball. "Cole Haister!"
Damn it.

The guys all around him hit his back and whispered words of encouragement. Cole barely heard any of it. Pounding of his heart, that was all that was in his head. He climbed the stairs and took his seat next to Estelle.

Last Edit: Sept 5, 2010 13:28:32 GMT -5 by grikey95

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56th Reaping [D11] Sept 9, 2010 19:58:04 GMT -5

Post by sapphire on Sept 9, 2010 19:58:04 GMT -5

Sapphire had gone to the reaping like everyone else, and stood among her friends amidst the crowds. She was never reaped and she was happy about it. A name was called, "Estelle Havenporth!" Sapphire had a memory shoot through her mind. She was looking through Cole's sketchbook, and there was a girl in a tree. Cole had explained that it was Estelle, a friend of his that Sapphire became jealous of the instant she heard the story. Sapphire sighs as the relief floods through her. She wasn't called again this year. The girls around her sigh as well, but as she watches Estelle approach the stage, hurt spreads through her blood. Nobody volunteers, just as Sapphire expected. Nobody volunteered from District 11.

Sapphire watched as the mayor of 11 reach his hand into the boys bowl, then untwisting the small slip of paper. He reads the name on the slip, "Cole Haister!" Her mind become oblivious to the world as her mind tries to react to the name. Her eyes cloud over, then it hits her. A scream leaves her mouth, "No!" She wants to run, but she is held back by the other girls in the group. The tears swell up in her eyes, as she watches Cole walk up to the stage. Thoughts were swimming through her mind faster than she can comprehend them. Sapphire falls to her knees, the tears starting to fall from her brown eyes. The girls around leaned down and tried to say encouraging words to her, but the comments didn't reach her as she stayed crying on the ground.

Soon, her sisters, the twins, come to retrieve the depressed girl. Sapphire wipes her eyes, and sees that her mascara was running because of the tears. If only she had volunteered, things would have been different. Sapphire looks at the mascara, and remembers the morning after she had spent the night at Coles small house. The bread, and the blueberries they were going to pick. Sapphire sighs, and realizes that she will never be able to see those emerald green eyes again. At the thought of his entrancing eyes, Sapphire bursts out into tears again. She wished Aura was here to comfort her, but she wasn't so Sapphire had to deal with the pain of losing Cole for good on her own.

With the help of her sisters, Sapphire stands up, looking onto the stage. She tears still in her eyes, she stares at Cole, praying silently that a miracle could happen and he could win. Sapphires light chocolate eyes watch any movement from Cole, hoping to see any shred of hope coming from his green eyes. She stares, and waits for anything to happen within the district.