The Reaping [D7]

[Lulu]

The mayor of District Seven 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, "Reeallia Thorne!" He then reached into the other ball. "Reaver Clarent!"

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. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED.

[Prenten]

Reaver Clarent. Wait what?!? That was... no.. I scanned the square for another boy. All eyes were on me.
"Well, I guess that's me. Not like I have anything to live for...." I muttered. I trudged up to the stairs and walked up them, taking my spot beside the Mayor. I smiled. A pleasant thought came to my mind.
"I'll be back." I said in a monotone voice, mocking a character from an ancient movie. I waved to the crowds.

[[Ree]craft]

Reeallia Thorne

It feels kind of like I've been electrified. There's a small electric shock, almost. And then it sinks in and I have to think fast, allowing no time for weakness. Should I act weepy and sad? It would be easy enough, I could break down immediately if I so much as thought of my poor animals. This way tributes will forget about me and my way of surviving in the games is about a fifty five percent chance. Or I could act strong and tough. That way, if I succeeded in getting sponsors, I'd have a sixty percent chance. Just it was much harder than acting weepy and twenty times harder to pull it off just perfectly that everyone will believe me. Especially since I'm so delicate looking. I think I'll go with weepy.

I take a very shaky small step forward. I think of my animals and the tears go pouring down, so naturally. I take a small hiccuping sob and take another four shaky steps forward, and collapse. Funny, I didn't think I was really in that bad a condition, but that collapse wasn't a fake. No one helps me up, I have to fend for myself. I make myself cry hard now. It's not very hard to do. I get myself shakily to my feet. The boy, Reaver, is mean looking and grim. I don't like him at all, and I bet he thinks I'm a little weepy child. When it's time for us to leave the stage they pretty much drag me away from the stage. By the time they have me off of it, I'm screaming. And what was worst about this was that it wasn't all an act. I did mean most of it.

Once in the plush nicely furnished room, I cry, and cry, and cry, and cry, and I can't stop. I just keep crying, and the more I cry the more hysterical I get. My mom can't sooth me and my brother has always been awkward. All I want are my animals. Asia, and Static, and all the others. I can't think of them without completely breaking down again. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. I keep saying the same work over and over again. This is good. I'll have tear marks on my face when I board the train to the capitol."No, no, no."

"No, no, no!"

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[Prenten]

Curiosity... Is it okay if I do a little reply to Ree's post? This is directed to Fishy. (Lulu)

[Lulu]

Sure, you're welcome to RP all you want. You have five or six days until it's time to RP going to the Capitol.

[Prenten]

Thanks for the reply. I will edit this post later. :-V

[Matt]

OOC: Since Prent is leaving, is volunteering allowed?

[Quint]

Yes, Prenten is leaving for about a month apparently, but no, volunteering is not open until midnight (site time) tonight. Aya will post a thread, opening the Reapings for volunteering for those Districts with inactive tributes.

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[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

Volunteering for the District 7 Male spot is now open, as per Prenten's self-declared inactivity. Volunteers will be accepted in the first-come, first-serve manner, and must have posted in the Pre-Games Activity Check. Members may not have more than one tribute competing at a time.

[Matt]

Carex Julian

I stand motionless in between the ropes in District 7, waiting for the Reaping to begin. I look around nervously at the other teens, also as antsy to know their fate. For me, I’m pumped. There is nothing more I want to do than to leave this place, even if it costs me my life. I feel as though my whole life is drawn out for me; cut tree after tree after tree. Well, I’m sick of it. I HATE trees. The death of my sister was caused by a falling one, and I am forced to be reminded day after day after day.

I hear a throat clear, and look up in anticipation as our mayor takes the stand on the stage. He picks the girl, and my heart stops as I realize who it is; Reealia. The girl who annoyed me so, called for the Games. I remember her animals, her trying to make me seem like a lunatic. Even though she made me want to rip my hair out sometimes, I fight the tears welling in my eyes. She was as much as a friend I’ve ever had, and she is gone forever in the Games.

The boy’s name is called out, Reaver. He nervously takes the stage, and I am already prepared for my response. “I volunteer!” I shout out. I need to protect Ree, and I need to escape the boring cycle of District 7. I am ready for what is to come.

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