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Post by Elletnah™ The JabberJay on Jun 10, 2013 10:50:53 GMT -5
District 5 was quiet. Oddly quiet for an average day. Only today was no average day. Today two people would be sentenced to their more likely than not imminent death. And all that the mayor could ever do to help these poor souls would be to encourage them to go into the slaughter. But even now, all positivity had drained from him. He didn't like it, but all of it had. Maybe.. Maybe this year they'd have a winner..
The mayor raised her head as she stood, adjusted her glasses and blinked once to find herself standing at the podium, giving her annual speech.
"..And so it was decreed that every year, there would be A Hunger Games, an annual contest between twenty four tributes, one male and one female from every district between the ages of 12 and 18 in which they will fight to the death in order to claim the honor and title of victor and have their name remembered throughout history. Happy Hunger Games.. And May The Odds Be In Your Favo-"
"YES HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!" Perky miss Hillia Nogemburger, the district's annoying bright orange escort, had butted in.. on her speech! She was the mayor! Nobody butted in on the mayor!
Of course she knew nothing could be done about it, not on television. So she simply sighed and took her seat as her "fruity" co-host took hold of the first slip. The mayor watched as Hillia unveiled the female tribute in between her sausage fingers.
"And our Female tribute is Dawn Sekri!!"
Which life was this? Number.. 55? She thought so as she saw Hillia reveal the male tribute also, before anyone could really react.
"And out male tribute is Carther Ratchford!!"
There we go. The tributes this year. Maybe, just maybe one of them would survive. Maybe they would have a victor this year. But until the games truly started..
..guess there were more graves to dig.
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Gav
District 12 Miner
A good father and a good outlaw can't settle inside the same man.
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Post by Gav on Jun 11, 2013 0:09:12 GMT -5
~Carther Ratchford~
I started the day off as if it was any other day. Though it wasn't. It was one of the worst days in all of Panem. Reaping day. Today was the day that everyone found out which one of us "Lucky" teenagers get sent off to die. I prayed to god it wasn't me, I had to much to lose! My siblings, my parents, well. Everything really! I slip on a pair of pants and a button down white shirt. I sit down on my bed and take a deep breath. dont worry Carther, everythings going to be fine. a voice says in my mind. That's probably right though, theres a high chance of me getting reaped, and a high chance of me not getting reaped. Either way, im about at the halfway point.
I push the front door open quietly and slip out onto the main streets. They were empty of course, everyone who was to old or young to be reaped, stayed inside and hoped no one they knew personally was reaped. And on the other hand, everyone who COULD be reaped was at the town square by now. I hurry over to the square and wait in line. Just like every year, they prick my finger as an identification scan and I get to join in the nervous crowd. Im immediately surrounded by kids my age, who we're sweating or shaking uncontrollably. Then, the crowd goes silent as the district escort steps out onto the stage, who was followed by the mayor. The mayor stood before us, and looked directly into the center of the crowd "..And so it was decreed that every year, there would be A Hunger Games, an annual contest between twenty four tributes, one male and one female from every district between the ages of 12 and 18 in which they will fight to the death in order to claim the honor and title of victor and have their name remembered throughout history. Happy Hunger Games.. And May The Odds Be In Your Favo-" she was then cut off by the district escort who obviously HAD to say something "YES HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!" she yelled. The district escort looked around, smiling and reached into the bowl full of girls names. As usual, ladies first. All of the girls and their boyfriends or siblings or friends, took in a deep breath as they announced the female tribute. "And our Female tribute is... Dawn Sekri!!" everyone gasped and the girl made her way onto the stage. Now it was time for the boys. Then out of the blue, before anyone thought she read the whole paper, the escort blurted out "And our male tribute is... Carther Ratchford!" Everyone turned to look at me. I bit my lip hard and made my way slowly onto the stage. "WHY THE HELL DID IT HAVE TO BE ME!" says the voice in my head. I guess now the only thing I can do is suck it up, and prepare for the games...
OOC:Carther Ratchford accepts being reaped. (Reaping spot confirmed)
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Post by Fox. on Jun 11, 2013 1:50:10 GMT -5
Montella looked out to the crowd. She was dressed in the normal suit like outfit she wore every year against the Capitol's wishes. She was looking forward to going back to the Capitol even though her guts were tearing themselves apart as she awaited the names of the Tributes that were her duty. Her gaze fell down the lane as she walked out of Victor's Village with Embers perched on her shoulder like always. Her poise was strong and determined as it always was when she was going to face something she knew she probably couldn't handle.
She took her place on Stage and simply sat and waited for the names to be called. Her eyes fell harshly over the many could-be tributes. She didn't know very many of those younger than her, nor did she know many her age. It was rather strange for her to socialize with really anyone, but when she heard "Carther Ratchford" be called her lips drew tight. She remembered the name.
That was the boy who had snuck into Victor's Village and she had caught him. Slowly, she let her gaze snake down through the crowd and to the aisle as he came up to the stage. Monte let out a soft and silent breath as she watched him come up on stage. She waited to meet his eyes, but instead of giving him enough time to do so, she turned them away and towards the female she'd be mentoring. Her stomach churned as she felt it tie itself into another knot.
Maybe she could get a drink to calm her nerves; it seemed to help Valeria out enough to keep her in mind to do what she needed for District 2 anyway. The young District 5 victor shook her head at the thought of getting herself a drink and reminded herself that she wasn't going to. She was still hanging onto the last shred of willpower she had to keep from falling into some addiction like most Victor's did after their Games. At least she may be able to help one of the Tributes she figured.
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Draco Malfoy
District 11 Farmer
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 12, 2013 12:12:59 GMT -5
Dawn's in but Hound is playing her.
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Post by Elletnah™ The JabberJay on Aug 31, 2014 15:58:56 GMT -5
Rally The District! We need to rally all the District members here for the annual Hunger Games! It seems to us officials that not every spot here has been claimed by someone. Currently the female spot are open to be taken from another member.
If you currently have more than one character in the games at the moment, then you are not eligible to take the spot.
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