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Post by Aria on Mar 25, 2012 17:54:22 GMT -8
DISTRICT 3 REAPINGS Levi Crater shifted his weight to one hip as he waited for District 3 to get situated into the right sections. His foot tapped slightly as he crossed his arms, being a bit impatient at the district's slowness this year. This had only been his second year escorting districts. He had quite some time working with a prep team for the same district. Levi enjoyed both positions equally, however he had always hoped to become a stylist one day.
Finally the square came silent as he took small steps up to the stage and toward the familiar microphone stand. “Hello! Happy Hunger Games,” he exclaimed in his soft yet commanding tone he was known for. “Who isn't just ecstatic to pick one young man and one young woman for this years Annual Hunger Games? Because I am absolutely jumping out of my shoes!” A majority of the crowd remains quiet, probably eager to know this years tributes.
“May the odds be ever in your favor. Let's begin.” Levi spoke softly, “Ladies first.” Levi hastened over to pick a slip from the wide glass bowl near the side of the stage. He walked back over to the middle of the stage as he unfolded the small slip. After reading the name to himself, Levi let his hand drop as he spoke into the microphone.
“Kairi Valencia.”
His foot began to tap again as a small smile occupied his soft face. The District 3 escort fixed his long purple coat before letting his delicate fingers take grasp of a slip from the glass bowl. Levi licked his lips before voicing the District 3 male tribute into the microphone, his voice echoing through the crowd.
“Spark Weldon.” [/size] |
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Post by Spark Weldon on Apr 3, 2012 16:25:52 GMT -8
There Spark was, standing in front of a full-body mirror. As he stood there he couldn't help but notice how good he looked. He was wearing a blue dress shirt with dark grey dress pants. Everything fit him nicely. He didn't usually look this way on a daily basis but today was special. Today was the Reaping. The day of the Reaping, and yet his mother was nowhere to be found. The thought of his mother being so bitter towards his existence stung like a cold winter's day. Why couldn't she just knock it off? Spark realized a long time ago that maybe he'd never know.
Before he left for the square, Spark made a point to take a good, long look at his house. He feared it'd be the last time he would ever see it again. When he felt satisfied, he made his way down the street, to the crowded square. He registered and found a spot in a cluster of seventeen year olds near the back of the entire crowd.
It took about 10 more minutes for the square to fully assemble. In the mean time Spark relfected on the odds that he might be picked. His name was in the Reaping Ball 6 times. Spark felt a little uneasy but tried to brush it off. He had himself convinced that he wasn't going to get picked.
Finally, the district coordinator said a few things that Spark blocked out. Inside he was still hoping and praying he wasn't picked. Levi dug through the girls' ball, grabbed a peice of paper, and read it into the microphone. "“Kairi Valencia.”
What an unlucky soul. Spark watched the girl walk up to the stage and stand. Before he knew it, Levi picked another peice of paper from the boy's ball. As this was happening Spark gazed at the girl tribute. He felt the greatest sympathy for her. He wished her luck and suddenly realized that everyone was staring at him with sullen faces. Spark didn't understand. Somebody whispered into his ear. "They called your name, Spark." The voice quickly recoiled as Spark's mouth opened slightly.
A space formed in the crowd for him to walk though as he shuffled up the stage. He stood next to Kairi. This was it. All of his hoping and praying went down in vain. Just like that.
He was next in line to represent District 3 in The Hunger Games.
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