The Reaping [D11]

[Lulu]

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, "Nachele Hale!" He then reached into the other ball. "Amadi Okoro!"

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.

[Molly]

"Nachele Hale." my name rang out on the speakers. The Mayor didnt even notice, or recognize who i was. the cameras were searching for the face now, my face. i swallow as much as i can muster, tears begining to form in my eyes, the kind that i cant just blink away. I take my first step that seperates me from the others, i was the Tribute.
The cameras have found my movement in the crowd, following my like i was their pray. my brain kept on replaying my name, not even letting me think of anything else.
shaking, I walk up to the stage, look for a moment and find the steps. trying to keep my breathing even, I reach the mayor, his hand outstretched (in means to shake). with my sweaty palms i grasp his hand, and turn to face District 11, my home.
There, to my right, was movement from the boy's side. i didnt even recognise that the Mayor had already called the Male Tribute. i plaster a fake smile on my face. If I am going down, it wont be one with out a fight, and it sure wont be one with a sad look on my face.
Toward the back of the crowd i could see the babies, children under twelve, all huddled together. I spot my younger brothers and sister. For the first time today, I smile one of my true smiles, just to let them know that everything is ok, even if it isnt.
Now! I scream at myself, no one wants to sponser someone with horrid posture! stand up straight! shoulders back, chin up, eyes open wide, be polite! i kept saying this as a mantra, hoping it would work for the days to come.
i think of my family, and how they need me if i leave the district. how will they survive? i know they wont.
i wait for any volunteers to take my place, but at the same time, i know i must serve Panem with everything i have, because just maybe, it will save the kids, well my kids at least.

[CRZ]

Drangs Migritz:

As I wait by the stage, crammed with the other girls who have the same chance as me of being picked, I hear something but not sure what. It was a girl's name, because girls always go first... was it mine? I didn't move hoping that it wasn't my name, but I soon realized that it wasn't. For a girl started to walk slowly up the stairs and stood next to the mayor. As I started to put a smile on my face because I had survived another year, it quickly turned into a frown. I realized who the girl standing next to the mayor was: one of my good friends Nachale Hale. We were in the same grade and had a few classes together. It was the first time that someone I knew was going to be in the games. I wanted to scream "NOOOOOOO!" but I knew that Nachale was insane with a bow and had a legit shot at winning. As she stood tall on stage I remembered that she had talked to me about being in the games. So, before I had time to say anything else I screamed, "Go Nachale. Win this for District 11. You can do it!" Hopefully that would make her smile.

[Molly]

~Nachele
i smile, once again, as i hear Drangs (one of my fellow studens and good friend) call out to me on stage. that takes a lot of guts, i thought. But, she must be happy, surviving another year, with out being picked, there were only two more years and the SHE at least would be safe. Not having to face the horrors of the games, first hand- like i soon was. But, with my last shread of hope, i look over to my left (the girl side) my eyes pleading, begging, for someone to take my place, anyone. but the feelings in my stomach have said other wise.

[CRZ]

Do you want someone to take your place?

[Molly]

OOC: ok heres the thing: Nachele (the character) wants someone to volunteer, while i (mlollove/molly) am still indecisive on wether or not to let someone volunteer. but i will let you know by monday... if thats alright.

[CRZ]

Yeah sure. It is a tough decision. You can PM me before you post, just to let me know.

[Lulu]

I'd prefer it if there's no PMing involved, because it's technically meant to be the first to get to the thread after the person agrees to volunteer and post an RP will get the spot. It's not fair if one person has an advantage over the other. Fell free to PM if you do decide to keep the spot, but if you don't it'd be better if you didn't. Thanks.

[Molly]

OOC: Yeah no problem Rue!

~Nachele
i smile, pridefully, as i look around. i see the citizens of my home, the only place i have ever lived and remember they will be cheering me on, like i have done with other tributes in the past.
i will make District Eleven be remembered in the games. No matter what it comes to, i will most definatley show respect and honor to my home and family.
I accept my position as Female Tribute of District Eleven (11).

[-xXInverted FlyingJennyXx-]

Thella

I exhale after holding my breath for the longest time. Jason wasn't Reaped! I catch his gaze and hold up a thumbs up before turning back to the stage. I wonder who these two unfortunate people are.

Grandma hasn't let me come to the Reaping before, but this year, she let me come because of Jason. I even brought a flower from my lucky plant. It worked, of course, so Jason's safe. Grandma sure looks relieved. She's the only other person who knows that we're the Gamemaster's grandchildren by blood. Mother told her before she died, and Grandma has wanted us to keep it a secret. I don't know what the man would do if he found out about us, the children of the daughter he disowned.

I watch now as the boy and girl stand on the stage and try to look confident as the mayor and representative finish up the Reaping. I'm not sure if Grandma will let me follow them on television, but it's mandatory for us to watch, so I'll try to stay up late enough. I'm kind of curious, actually, as to how things will turn out.

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

Volunteering for the District 11 Male spot is now open. 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.

[Amy]

Amy Collins

I hold my breath waiting for someone to voleenteer for the boy tribute. I would voleenteer myself,but I can't. For 2 reasons. For the twins and obviously I'm a girl. I look around and hear the murmuring of the crowd, waiting for someone to voleenteer. This gose on for what seems forever until I hear something. I whip my head around to see what it is.

[gm bourgeois decadence [aya]]

At this point in time, the constraint that characters volunteering must have posted on the activity check is now lifted; any district 11 male that is within the age limit and whose owner does not have another tribute is eligible to volunteer.

[Prince Inigo]

Papero Hitomiya

Papero looked amongst his band of people. Whoever was supposed to take the place of this Tribute was not appearing. He twitched his mouth into a despairing frown then into a small smile twitching.

Well, this is rather uninvited, but I suppose if someone must attend then I should attend for them. Dear Mother and Father, I hope you will find yourselves to forgive me.

The young man pushed his way from the crowd, saying loud enough, "Mr. Mayor, I would like to take the place of this year's Tribute Volunteer." He stepped up to the stage, hearing his parents' cries of fear and devastation. "There shall be no prominent objections to my volunteering, I believe."

[MlolloveMolly]

~Nachele
I stand on stage, waiting for a male Tribute. When the Boy's name was called up after mine, i expected him to come up on stage first; considering that the boys side was closer. but i made it there first, looking into the boys section expectantly, like an idiot.
After what i felt was the longest pause on the Games that was going to happen, I see well more like see a riple in the crowd. I hear a familiar voice calling out to the Major, even before he reached the stage.
There was Papero, coming through the crowd to volunteer for the Male Tribute. I was stunned, the cameras caught my face, with my glances in his direction as he made his way toward the stairs that lead to the stage.