The Reaping [District Six]

[Lulu]

Stepping out onto the stage, the Mayor of District Six pushed his glasses into place. He was a skinny, jumpy man, and had only become mayor because his entire family had been in politics. He did not want to be here, but it was tradition.

"It is time," he said as he stood over the impatient people of his District, "To once again honor two of our own children with the opportunity to compete in the Hunger Games." A smile crossed his face. "Let us begin the Reaping!"

[[Roleplaying is allowed in this thread, as long as it is not done excessively. The tributes will be announced soon!]]

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[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

"Ladies first." The sponsor fished around the glass bowl and pulled out a single strip of paper. "Shannon Daguto." They then proceeded to extract a name from the other bowl. This turned out to be the unfortunate Oasis Wonderwall

[Gamewizard546]

Oasis stood in amazment. He thought he would need to volunteer. Never did he think he would be lucky enough to be chosen.

[riddled;;]

Trailynn sighed with relief. She wasn't chosen this year! She wasn't chosen! She squirmed in her place in the line, watching the audience quietly. The boy looked a bit happy to be chosen and made his way up the stage.
She shook her head knowing their fate... Poor tributes. The blood bath would began.

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[broegan]

I look up at the unlucky kids who got chosen. Yet, one looks as if he's quite excited his fate ended this way... Peculiar, usually Career's only thought that way..

[rae]

I look to Trailynn and let out a sigh. We both werent chosen this year... thank goodness..
I look up and notice rory as well... Strange girl.

[broegan]

I can't believe I can feel so much joy, even when two members of my district, twenty three members of my country, were going to die very, very soon. Lost in my thoughts I don't know where my eyes are looking. That is until my eyes lay on Sakai. He was staring at me and it seemed as if we were communicating some how... I looked away, not even knowing what expression I held.

[rae]

She gave me a strange but curious look... She looked away. Fast. Hmm.. i ignore the thought but then think about rory... what about rory? I keep thinking about her when i look up to see the two tributes.. I feel horrible for them, i feel like this isnt fair, but what can we do..? nothing.. the ceremony drags on and on.

[leekachun]

I feel somewhat relieved that my name wasn't chosen, yet also worrying of the two tributes. Never mind, I don't have any friends anyway.

[aeralia]

Thank goodness... she had a real District this year.

Not that she was bitter or anything. No, no, why would she be bitter about being assigned to District Twelve? The lowest District, the least interesting, the one worst suited to her creative abilities? Why would she be bitter about that?

No matter. This year would be different. This year she would show them they had been wrong to underestimate them.

Anyone would have thought the woman was a hawk, the way she watched the tributes. Her green eyes followed themm everywhere, taking in every gesture, absorbing the way they moved and held themselves. She would look at them properly later, but she wanted as much preperation as possible before actually designing their outfits. The more she knew about them, the better she could make them look. They were going to shine, these tribues. They were going to be better than any of the others.

She stood to get a better view, her short red hair brushing against her ears as she did so, and pulled out a sketchbook. She flipped past the first few pages, which were filled with ideas, sketches of what she might be able to do, and began drawing the tributes themselves. She didn't have any colors with her, but at least if she could get their basic appearance down- their figures, their hair- she would be able to use the information in the days before she got to see them up close. The more time she had to work, the better. The first sketches done, she made her way through the crowd for a new angle, the pencil flying across the page. The shadows on their face- getting the makeup right was one of the hardest parts of designing a costume. The way their hair lay. The contours of their movement. Diagrams, sketches- she fit as much into each page as she could, drawing faster than she could ever remember working before. At last, the sketchbook full, she retreated to the edges of the crowd and began to study them in earest, occassionally glancing up at the real life figures.

"Scientists, huh...?"

She would see what she could do.

[mab]

Mab bounced slightly on her chair, watching the tribute, assessing.
Hmmm. A chubchub and a small, cute chick. Chubchub probably won't last long, unless physics suddenly stopped working. But the girl, I could work with.

[hg1m6]

Oasis walked up to the stage and waved to the crowd... He reached for his inhaler, but couldn't find it.