Post by Cherry on Mar 25, 2012 21:03:20 GMT -8
DISTRICT 6 REAPINGS
First year escorting can be hard, especially when you become too close to your tributes. This proved painful last year for Questivo Michi when both of his tributes were killed on the third day, by viscous mutated Puranas. He was heart broken, devastated.[/size]
This year he knew better, than to make the same mistake. District 6's Tributes would get his help. The facts, his advice, they would get it all, everything he could give, but not his feelings. He wouldn't get hurt again, not by little district tributes.
Questivo pulled out his small ivory comb from his slick, highly expensive Capitol made leather jacket, and combed it through his thick hair. Dammed that be the reason he now was an escort to District 6! He knew his slight emotional break down last year did not go unnoticed. He pursed his lips in anger as he climbed the steps to the raised stage. The Capitol anthem played loudly throughout the square and ended with a flourish. The massive crowd that stood before him obviously awaiting him to say something. He took the masses in with a inward sigh and gave them a tight lipped smile as he stepped forth to the microphone. Regardless of District or last years result, the thought in his head was the same as last years, time to make an impression.
“Good day citizens of District 6 and Panem!” He spoke with a husky voice clipped by his partial Capitol accent, “What a truly exciting day we have ahead of us! Today I have the privilege to select one very special young man and woman to represent your District in this years Annual Hunger Games!” He tightened his elaborate scarf that hung around his neck. “No time to waste. Ladies first!”
He chuckled, actually finding himself somewhat anxious to discover who the lucky ones he would oversee this year would be. He stuck his slender hand into the large glass bowl that was nearly overflowing and pulled out the first slip of paper his fingers grazed.
Questivo strode back to the microphone with fines, unrolled the slip of paper carefully, and read out loud in a clear voice that boomed across the heads of thousands of frightened citizens,
“Nala Cassok.”
A wave of relief seemed to pass over those who were spared this year, but also one of sadness. Questivo pushed the thought away with grimness as a strange happiness filled him. The Hunger Games! He really had another chance! “Boys!” He hurried to the other glass bowl and quickly snatched up a second slip of paper. He let hush fall over the enormous crowd as he stood before the microphone once more and spoke the name with a slight smile,
“TBD.”