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» Reaping
Dr. Gemgebralth Taylor
 Posted: Dec 7 2013, 09:40 PM
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Gem


It’s cold. Winter grasps its frozen fingers around the district square, chilling all who stand out here in the February afternoon. Streamers and banners run from building to building, lamppost to lamppost as the nation celebrates the first Hunger Games of this year. The district residents, bundled in coats and jackets and scarves, pack into the open area and the adjacent roads and alleyways for a glimpse at the dais erected just for this occasion. Televisions displayed throughout the area allow those without a view a chance to see what is happening.

This is the beginning of a new era. From this point forward, Panem celebrates not one Hunger Games each year but four. This, the president had said at his previous address, is a thriving society. This is the future.

The escort and mayor stand up with the district Victors and Champions. The escort beams at the audience while the mayor gives a familiar speech, and then it’s cut to the Capitol—Starla McFee sings the national anthem flawlessly. Then, like normal, the television screens show President Sinclair giving his speech from the Sixth Station, the place where the Hunger Games were first announced all those years ago. He reminds people of their past deeds, and promises a healthy future based upon the bright and vigorous present. The television screens cut back to the reaping platform, and the escort moves forward to the large glass globes that hold the names of all boys and girls aged 12-18. And from one ball, she draws the girl’s name, and from the other, the boy’s; she announces each after she draws it:

Gazelle Sadler

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Maddox Riley

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OoC: You may now post in this thread to show your characters’ reaction to the reaping. Because all characters must be present in their own district, please only post here if your character belongs in this district or is the district escort. However, any district resident of this district may post: the new tributes, other teenagers, district residents of all ages, victors, etc.

If your character was chosen to be a Tribute, congratulations. He or she will be lead off to the Justice Building and cannot escape. At the Justice Building, a handful of family and friends can come in one or two at a time to wish your character good bye. If you wish to RP this, please make a separate thread in the District Square. Otherwise you may post at the training center.


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Kipton Cyder
 Posted: Dec 8 2013, 06:16 AM
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2-December 13 • 75 Moneys

Alto


Kipton puts on his jacket as the final accessory he will be needing for the weather during the reaping today. He was nervous, to be practical, if he was reaped for the games there would be no way he could survive. He was early and to cut time he went out to feed the chickens for his parents and then came back in to admire his cat. He found his cat laying on a chair and he kneeled down beside her and began softly petting her. Even though he had his coat on from indoors, he didn't get cold. Their heater was out since the reaping was taking up too much power, not giving enough for them. He continued stroking his cat while she held her head up high releasing her soft purr. He didn't want to leave his house and go to the reaping, he was nervous he'd be picked, but he had to just get it over with. He hesitantly stood up and walked out of his house, this could potentially be the last time he sees that house. He walked out and began heading on to the district square. After a bit of walking he saw a crowd of children and parents gathering in the area, streamers were up as if it were some sort of party. He got in line so he can give a blood sample then he'd be able to stand in his section with the other fourteen year old teenagers. He felt the prick on his finger once he made it to the employees then he walked on to his section. Getting past the partitions he stood somewhere in the middle yet was soon pushed to the back as more boys piled in. Once the reaping officially started he silently listened to the introductions the Capitol decided to give, they were similar to all of the other reapings. He was shocked to hear about four games each year, that means four times a year he has a chance to be chosen. He shut his eyes tightly as a way of getting the thought out of his mind and opened them in time to see the escort reading the female name, "Gazelle Sadler." He didn't openly talk to people so he didn't recognize the name. He looked around to see her on the screens and once he saw what she looked like he still didn't recognize her. He mentally gave her sympathy for being reaped, hopefully she or the boy would win. The escort then went to the male's reaping jar, Kipton felt his jaw tighten. His name was in that glass only three times but there still was a possibility for his name to be drawn. He felt the tension in the air as the name was pulled out and was read, "Maddox Riley." He felt a huge wave of relief go through his body and he wanted to show his thankfulness for not being chosen but at the same time somebody else was reaped. He didn't recognize this person's name but on the screen he looked sort of familiar and Kipton just watched the finale of the reaping. He wanted someone from ten to win this year, it could be possible.

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Maddox Riley
 Posted: Dec 8 2013, 08:17 AM
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Ellie


Maddox had had to borrow one of his dad's shirts this morning. Nobody had been expecting another Reaping day so soon, and at the last one, he'd been so nervous, standing there in a much-reduced group of people, that he had nervously worried the buttons off the cuffs of his nice dress shirt. He only had the one; there was only ever one real occasion he ever needed it. And nobody had expected he would need it again so soon.

His luck had held out this far, he assured himself; even when he had been among select groups of kids, he had avoided being Reaped. He was lucky, unlike so many others--including the brother he had never known, and had lost. He certainly didn't deserve what he had; he hadn't done anything to earn it, and yet, for some reason, he continued to escape bad fortune. Four years and one Quell's worth of Reapings without his name being called had only served to reinforce this idea in Madd's mind.

It could have made him a cocky asshole, but he knew now how awful things really could be, and so he came to this Reaping as he did to the others: outwardly calm, a rather sheepish smile on his face as if apologizing in advance for whoever's feet he might step on, his stomach still twisting nervously. He left his parents where he always did, with a wave to assure them he would see them soon, and went to go stand in his group. He glanced around at the other boys, nodding to the ones he knew from school, but nobody was really talking. That was the worst part about the Reaping; everybody was too nervous to talk, even if you knew your name was only in there a couple of times, against some people whose names were in there scores of times.

He tuned out the introduction, as usual; it was always the same anyway, only this time they were calling the Games by their season. That still pissed him off; they had only just had a year full of Games, and now they were to be subjected to a new Games to celebrate every season? The idea of going through this four times a year for another two years was gut-wrenching. Statistically, it was just horrific…three extra chances a year to go die. Did the Capitol realize exactly how they were torturing everyone? Or was that why they were doing it?

At some point, he realized the escort was cheerfully talking again, almost manically excited, which meant it must be time for--

"Gazelle Sadler!"

Madd's head whipped around, like everyone else's, to look for the poor girl. He was in the wrong spot to get a good look at her, but once they got her up on stage, he felt a vague pang of recognition; he had seen her around somewhere, he was sure.

That was another problem with Reapings. It was always your neighbor, or your friend, or the person who sold you flour every Sunday. And three more of those people every year were going to have to go.

The anticipation leading up to the drawing of the boy's name was the worst, and Madd quelled it by glancing around himself, to see who was near him, trying to guess who they would have to say goodbye to this time. He hoped it wasn't anyone standing near him; the worst was when everyone turned to look in your direction, and it took a moment to realize they weren't looking at you but at the unfortunate person three feet to your left.

Madd was still twisted around, trying to see how many people were behind him in the seventeen year old group when the name rang out: "Maddox Riley."

He whipped around, his ears burning red instantly, embarrassed to have been caught out--and worse, called out, like a naughty child--looking around, probably disturbing the whole ceremony, when he ought to have been somberly waiting for…

Suddenly, a creeping cold feeling came over him as he realized that he could very clearly see every face turned in his direction. He glanced suspiciously to his left, where a kid from his math class was looking at him with a pained expression. His stomach turned over as he looked back to the front, to see the blonde escort lady beckoning for someone to come forward…and there was an escort group of Peacekeepers moving through the crowd now, coming straight for him…

He knew, then, that even worse than hearing one of your friends' names called at the Reaping was hearing your own.

Though he felt frozen, inside and out, somehow Madd moved into the aisle; the other boys moved away from him, as if being Reaped were some sort of disease one could catch, and he joined the Peacekeeper escort without a fuss. All he could think about, at the moment, was the fact that he was wearing his dad's shirt; it was a good shirt, and his dad would need it…how was he supposed to get it back now? Would they let Madd get on the train without a shirt on?

He tripped on the last step up onto the stage, but caught himself on the railing; it was a good thing, too. It was definitely bad to get hurt before the arena. Lucky him.

But as Madd stood on that stage and faced the rest of his district, he knew without a doubt that his luck had finally run out.

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Gazelle Sadler
 Posted: Dec 9 2013, 06:44 PM
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Marr


At the last games, she was put into the group of girls awaiting what fate would deal her. The anticipation of the games and the names. The anticipation of what would happen after her name might have been called. She had always feared those days. What she truely feared was the moment her dad would be left alone again. He had already lost his wife and baby daughter in the same day. After that, he was forced to raise a seven year old little girl by himself and deal with everything else. It was hard for both of them. EAch one of them going through the tramatic episode, but for Gazelle it seemed to be worse. Instead of gaining a sister, she lost the two people in the world that was going to make her a big sister. She still remembered that moment when the midwife came with the grave news. She looked helplessly to her when she told her father what had happened, then her father had came over to her and told her.

Today, that feeling was back again. All of it. Even as she sat up in the bed and drew the blankets nearer to her face, she took a gasping breath and closed her eyes. "Sasha. Today is the reaping again. How many times I've had to do this by myself without you here to talk to. I wish I was able to meet with you. I wish that I was able to know you. HOld you hand. Help you walk for the first time. I would love to be able to say that I was there for your first reaping and hold your hand. Braid your hair and coddle you. Tell you everything's going to be okay. I want to watch you as you experienced your first boyfriend. I wanted to be able to see you stand beside me as we pass the age that we no longer have to worry about the reapings, but since that can't happen, can you just be with me?" She speaks so low as if she's saying a prayer. Her mouth moving slowly against the darkened sky that keeps the room just as equally as dark. A sigh escapes her mouth as she flicks a light on beside of her and illuminating the room.

"Honey. Get up and get ready, Gaz." She looks to the door as she hears her father's voice outside of it and gets up from the bed. She moves slowly against the hardwood floors of her room. Her toes feeling the cold temperature. The heat was lacking in their house at this time of year, but it was always welcomed when it came to covering up all warm for sleep. A shiver came from deep within her, shaking her body with the chilly temperature.

"Gee. So cold." Her voice comes out with a gentle nature as she walks to her closet and finds a set of dresses that belonged to her mother nestled deep in the back of her closet. These were saved for special occasions or outtings but when would be a better time than now? To look your best when others would be dressing in their bests? She reached inside to grab for the liliac colored dress. One of the last few that her mother had worn before she had gotten pregnant with her baby sister. She hugged it to her form as she layed it on her bed and went off to shower and ready herself to leave with her father.

With her Hair braided around her ears and connected into the back, she brushed the rest of her hair into a straight length down her back. She turned from her room, and her house not knowing it was going to be her last time here. She took her father's hand as she left her house.

Walking into the center's square, she took her place amongst the other girls her age. Her nerves starting to get the best of her. With the latest announcement about having four reapings a year, she felt absolutely scared. Her father would have to endure this feeling at least seven more times after this. She would have to endure it. The beginning of the ritual was just the same as any other normal reaping. Her name woudln't be called again and she'd get to go home and hug her father once more.

The escort gives her speech and as Gazelle begins to wonder off with her thoughts, she watches as the woman sticks her hand into the glass ball and pulls one of the peices of paper out. AS she moves to the microphone, she hears the name and her face drains of color.

"No... " She mutters. She looks to the other girls in her group then hears her fathers voice somewhere in the crowd as he yells out for her. "Dad! I'm sorry!" Her voice travels back as she feels the tears begin forming in her eyes. She can't stand to look at her father, so she merely moves slowly as she takes her place outside of the groups and is lead to the stage. Her hand moves quickly to wipe away the tears forming and purses her lips together. She held her chin up as she took the stairs and stood by the escort, her eyes going out to the people of her district. She glances to the dark skinned woman, her mother-like figure, as she puts her hand to her lips and then points her fingers in her direction. The action is returned back to her from Melrose. Her mentor. Her mother figure. Her best friend.

From that moment on, everythnig else is a blur until she notices the boy that stumbles as he takes the stage next to her. She glances in his direction with sadness in her eyes. The escort says her final words and Gazelle is lead into the justice building, leaving her father to come to terms with being alone.

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Sebastian Gates-Kava
 Posted: Dec 9 2013, 09:22 PM
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13-April 12 • 270 Moneys

Jimmy


Another Games, more tributes who probably wouldn't care to listen to his guidance, and notches to add to the wall that emblazed upon it: Here is the number of people Sebastian Gates-Kava has failed in his utterly short life. It was a pity, really, that that list started with Orsino... A pity, too, that these next tributes would get him during this time of year - nearly a year away from the death that had changed so much about him and his life. He wasn't so sure how helpful he would be, but he was what they had besides.

Distraught was not a strong enough word to describe how Sebastian felt about this in particular.

Sebastian had pointedly worn more casual clothing - mostly because he didn't want to grace the Capitol with the idea that this occasion deserved something formal or better than what he already had. And then, partially, just because most of his clothes were far more geared towards the cold than anything he had that was from the Capitol.

The escort chattered on long enough that Sebastian slid a bit in his seat, watching with dreary eyes until she moved towards the large bowl of names - presumably drawing for the girls first. Relief washed over him as he listened to the girl's name. Not Hallie or Cara - no one he even so much as recognized as a name he knew from when he was in school. Granted, that might have been hard now - most people he knew from school were older now, weren't they?

The girl looked all right. A bit on the small side, but not necessarily underfed or anything of the sort. That was probably in her favor.

But he still held out for then boy's name - not that that list was any longer to expect to go but...

And he did a double-take at the name, at first thinking that it was something out of his imagination. He searched, looking for the boy in the crowd... Not that it was particularly hard. The other boys around him were practically pointing right at him with their actions and then the Peacekeepers there. He bit down on his tongue, resisting the urge to show any reaction.

This boy was... important for so many reasons that he couldn't quite explain. And he realized how much he wished he could have volunteered - how much at least this would have been worth going there for. How much sparing his life from this would have meant.

But here Sebastian was - not just a Champion, but too old to be Reaped regardless.

Sebastian stood and shuffled off the stage to the train, the lone mentor to these two children. Well, he supposed that at least it couldn't be getting much worse, could it?

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Cara B Arcadia
 Posted: Dec 10 2013, 05:06 PM
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Meadowlark


It was so cold, Cara was shivering before the ceremony was even underway. And maybe it was that cold that made time seem to drag on, go slower, as she waited for the awful moment for the names to be called. As the name was drawn from that bowl, she closed her eyes and thought selfishly please not me.

And it wasn't.

She opened her eyes at the shouts. Her throat was dry as she watched the girl walk towards the stage. Not her. She didn't even really hear the name. But it wasn't her. Her legs were shaky with relief, her cheeks red with shame. It should have been her...it should have...

"Maddox Riley!"

Her hands curled into fists. She knew that name. The boy looked like he'd been hit over the head with something hard, pale and terrified. She looked to Sebastian. Then back to the boy.

Home. She wanted to go home. Home. Now. Please. But she couldn't move. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the two dead kids from District Ten. Because there wasn't be another Victor from Ten would there? There couldn't be. They had no more luck.

Home. She just wanted to go home...
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