District Seven Reaping Jun 10, 2013 11:08:20 GMT -5
Post by Elletnah™ The JabberJay on Jun 10, 2013 11:08:20 GMT -5
District 7 had become quiet. Save for the sounds of crunching trees as they were slowly ground from last night's load. No one was ever really permitted to work on the day of the reaping but the mayor didn't mind. It helped ease their worries and after all, it helped relax him too. The sounds that said this was still a normal day. That he wasn't about to let the capitol take two of the districts children and force them to either to murder for the sake of a legendary status or just simply be murdered. Both hardly seemed like a fair thing to throw on a teenager..
The mayor stood upon the podium hours later as he looked across them. The stock as some districts would call them. Lambs for the slaughter. And he was their shepherd. Good job protecting them, fool..
"Happy Hunger Games, People of District 7! May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor!"
With that, his yearly recollection began as their escort waited for her queue. Stood to the side in a small, green dress that reminded him a lot of leaves, she waited for him to finish his speech so she could get her part rolling. The death sentencing.
"And so it was decreed that each district, as payment, give one young male and female between the ages of 12 and 18 as tributes in a yearly event known to everyone as the hunger games. So with that, and a Happy Hunger Games, let us starts the 28th Annual Hunger Games Reaping."
With that, the escort of leafy clothing shot up and tip toed upon her ridiculously high heels to the podium.
"Yes, Happy Hunger Games Everybody!!" She still amazed him how old she looked and yet how young she sounded. Was it something in the district that made her sounds younger, or make up which made her look older? But who'd want to look older.
Before the mayor had realized, she stood with a thin strip of paper in between her sharp nails. She gently unfolded it and spoke aloud.
"Our first tribute is Suzanna Grant!"
She swiftly moved on and took out the thin strip holding the next unfortunate male for the games.
"And our male Tribute is Bens Birch!!"
With that, the games had begun. They had their competitors, two poor souls Suzanna and Shane, and now all the district could do is wait. Wait.. and hope maybe this time they would have a winner.