BETA Reapings

[Cherry]

DISTRICT 12 REAPINGS

Valerire Trent was disgusted by the fact that an escort of her reputation and delicacy had been sent to escort the poorest District in all Panam. Think happy thoughts. She told herself. Maybe they thought by sending their most experienced escort to 12, they could see 12 actually standing a chance of winning. That, yes, had to be it! After all, her very own tributes had won every Hunger Games in the last three years in a row. She reapplied her favorite lipstick before she climbed onto their makeshift stage. She smacked her lips. Victor Blood. That was the shade she adored.

She knew all the tricks, tips, and advice. Enough to make any other escort weep. Well, by any means. Yes! Valerie was up to her new challenge: Make a District 12 Tribute the one to beat. Unheard of, yes.

But with her help...possible.

“Welcome all!” She spoke firmly and intensely into the microphone., after the Capitol Anthem ended loudly. It was not hard to gain this crowds attention, it was deadly quiet. Almost awkwardly so. They didn't seem excited at all. Valerie plowed forward, regardless, with verve.
“Today, a very honored young woman and young man will be chosen to compete in this years Annual Hunger Games!” She gave an enthusiastic smile, silence answered her. “Hmm, yes! So very very exciting! Now to discover who will be the lucky ones to travel to the Capitol!” She ended with her high Capitol accent, crossed gracefully over to each gigantic glass bowl, swirled the thousands of papers around until resting on one slip of paper from each. She strode back to the microphone and took a moment to look out over the heads of the hundreds upon hundreds of citizens. This just might be it. The moment when a Victor is unknowingly discovered.

"May the odds be ever in your favor. "She said seriously. The air grew stiff and cold with anticipation. Valerie became giddy and unrolled the first slip, then spoke carefully with a large confident smile,

“May Collins.”

Her smile grew ever bigger as she clapped for the newly crowned tribute. Silence once again blanketed the endless crowd, excepting a few claps here and there. She quickly unrolled the second slip (time to pick things up!) and spoke again carefully into the microphone,

“Echo Stone.”

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[echo]

ECHO STONE

ACTION!
Thought
Speak

Echo was dumbfounded. His mouth gaped open in shock
this is a dream, it has to be. Echo thought as he pinched himself to try and wake up. Echo then saw flashes of the other hunger games and tributes from 12. He tried to block the memory, but he saw them being massacred in each arena.

Echo felt someone push him and he then felt the crowd surge forward leaving him a path for him to walk to the stage. He looked for the other tribute but knew she was probably hiding somewhere in the crowd, hoping to be ignored.
Why was I the unlucky one?

Echo felt time stand still as he slowly walked to the stand. He tried not to look for her for he dreaded getting her face etched in his mind. He did not want to picture someone being murdered in the arena.

Time seemed to quicken and he watched as the effervescent applauded him as he walked up onto the stage. He looked behind her large smile and noticed the capital seal. He turned away a bit but peacekeepers were behind him, preventing him from turning back.

Its okay, perhaps I can... It is no point, I am screwed

Echo saw a chair and sat down and hid his face from the crowd. He knew the camera men would think he was crying, but he did not want to see the district. He did not want to see what he will probably never see again.

But their is hope...

A sudden thought made Echo stay still. He stopped breathing for a moment and then realized he might come back to District 12.

I can win this, I can come home. I have a chance, and I can make things better... I hope. Only one of me and 23 others.

Echo begin to contemplate the odds of him winning by recalling the past games and strategies used in the past arena and then thought about how the twelve has won in the past three years. This would make him a target. He thought about this and then thought about the Careers and how they were much stronger.

Echo began to cry and realized it was hopeless. He held his head up and let the camera see him as tears slowly streamed down his cheek.

May the odds be ever in my favor... If I want to return home.

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Tags: Valerie Trent (the escort sorta)
Word: 472
Note: Anyone wanna continue this with me???

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