BETA Reapings

[Cherry]

DISTRICT 10 REAPINGS

Zeta Devitt was not one for introductions or boring preludes, she liked to be in the thick of things, cause and effect, action and reaction, reapings then Games. That's how she worked. She liked to think of herself as the most creative and fashionable of all the escorts this year. Today was no exception. She wore her favorite color of all time, yellow. A yellow huge hoop skirt complete with a bright yellow corset and electric blue hair. A nice way to add a splash of color to this years reapings. Zeta didn't care to count how many years she'd acted as an escort, it seemed to all merge into one enormous loop.

“Hello? Hello?” She tapped the microphone impatiently trying to get the crowds full attention, they turned to her wearily, “Ah, that's better! Happy Hunger Games!” She rested a small hand on her hip, why must these people act so drab all the time? Every year? She never understood. Or tried to, really. At least at home, people knew how to have a good time on Reapings day.

“Today, a lucky, lucky young man and woman of District 10 will have the honor and privilege of representing you in this years Annual Hunger Games!” She said as her eyes swept the crowd with excitement. “Now may the odds be ever in your favor! Ladies first yes?” She rubbed her hands together and plunged one into a very large glass bowl and pulled a slip of paper out immediately. She returned to the podium and a tense hush filled the air, Zeta breathed it in and on the exhale read out the name of the young woman who could be dead within this year,

“Bliss Larkspur.”

Zeta smiled encouragingly into the crowd and then hurried over to the glass bowl that contained the next tributes name. Before no time another slip of paper was in her hand containing the name of a possibly doomed young man, she unrolled it and spoke the name loudly in her Capitol accent,

“Avrel Louitenstock”

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[Bliss Larkspur]

Bliss Larkspur stood out from the crowd and it wasn't because of her wild mess of blond hair. She was not dressed up. Why should she bother to try and please the Capitol? After all, today might be the day taht htey decide to send her to her death. Her eyes glanced back over her hand for a moment, where her finger had been pricked and the blood drawn. Honestly, it hadn't been that bad, it was surprising in a way. Uncomfortable still, that they had to have their identification done, but perhaps, the Capitol was just utterly paranoid now when it was dealing with the Districts.

The Dark Days were not something that the Capitol wished to talk about, other than the destruction of District 13. The fact that a whole district had been eliminated had been alarming, and they had done it just like that. Her eyes flickered towards the stage now as a girl went walking across it now, she looked loud and proud of her Capitol heretiage. It was shocking that Bliss had not been blinded by her outfit. Nobody said anything as they stared at her, perhaps it was because nobody had a chance out there, in the Games, not with all of the Districts competing. After all, nobody wants to die.

The young woman shifted her weight slightly as she watched Zeta's hand dip into the large bowl of names and Bliss did nothing but stare at it. She didn;t know how many times her name was in there, but considering her family's finaical situations, Bliss knew that the odds were not in her favor at the moment, "Bliss Larkspur," Zeta announced and Bliss felt herself just stare at her. Bliss bit her lower lip, and she knew people were staring as a sound escaped her parents, "Bravery is everything," she muttered to herself as she moved past everybody now, heading towards the stage.