The Hunger Games RPG
The 15th Hunger Games have just ended leaving Faeryn Nacht of District One as the Victor. The citizens of Panem are trying to survive another year of uncertainty and fear, but what will the next reaping bring?
REAPING DAY! ((Open to all in District Seven!))
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|Subject: REAPING DAY! ((Open to all in District Seven!)) Thu May 24, 2012 7:45 pm|| |
((Sorry this will be so short and late guys, this was supposed to go up days ago and there was confusion about who was doing it and I have almost no time today, but it needs to get done! I hope the Reaping experience is still the same though, guys! <3))
16th Annual Hunger Games
District 7 Reaping
Date: September 7th ADD
The sun welcomed Xander as he stepped off the train. Oh, he just knew that today was going to be a good day! He thought about the previous Reaping. Each had gone well in his opinion! This year was going to be so a tough competition! He along with all of his colleges and friends back into the Capitols would be biting their nails this year, that was for sure! He hadn't picked a favorite yet, but that was all in due time. Xander was rather a fan of the underdogs. He LOVED watching the Games and the less experienced get changed in the games. They would turn, get strong and would be the most entrapping to watch. Then again, seeing a Career completely dominate was also something that he found joy in watching. Oh - any win was well anticipated and wonderful to watch! He was just super excited this year. Oh, bless his heart, he was this excited every year! But the Games were so close!
Xander looked around at his crew. He was kind of chipper that Snow wasn't here today. The publicity was great, but that fellow could be a downer at times. Never saying much. The poor chap. But no matter! Today was the day! And it was the day for another 5 days! Wasn't it great! Though tiredness weighed on Xander's eyelids, he barely needed a cup of coffee to be ust as excited and awake as before. He waved at passersby on the street. Though, there weren't many. Most were still in their houses fixing up their young ones, relatives, or just sleeping in, taking the day off as an advantage. Few smiled at Xander, but he didn't care. There was always a bit of animosity in these later Districts, they hadn't yet realized how wonderful the Games were for them, poor souls!
As the members of the District started filing in, camera men came up to Xander interviewing him. He was used to this routine, it was getting difficult after a while to say different things. He saw someone commenting on the weather. Great weather for a Reaping, that was sure!
And finally, it was time to begin! Xander took in a deep breath, smelling the fresh, clear air. This District was really pretty. Quite... forest-y. "Gooood morning, District Seven! And welcome, your 16th annual Hunger Games is beginning! You are getting your chance to have a talented young girl and boy to come along with us and participate in the Hunger Games! It's quite an honor! So, good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
"Girl's first, then!" He practically jumped and plucked a slip of paper out of the edge of the bowl.
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|Subject: Re: REAPING DAY! ((Open to all in District Seven!)) Mon May 28, 2012 10:04 am|| |
It was normal to be scared. Roman bit his lip and glanced as his mother frantically got Shard up from bed. Every year Roman had been to the reaping he had hated it. Every year the ghastly smile that was flung upon the Capitol members faces made Roman’s stomach churn. The reaping had a big effect on the family’s opinion of each other. It was the only time of the year when Roman’s mother actually cared for Roman, purely because she knew she was close to losing him, of course once it was over with she would go back to her normal ways. Roman’s father was much more supportive. The two of them had been through the process. If Roman was picked he would not cry, he didn’t want to give the Capitol that satisfaction. He would have a tear form yes, but he would not cry. The boy had told himself that several times. Each time the hand went into the boys bowl. Roman felt his heart race.
Samantha, Roman’s mother, forced Shard to get changed and she practically dragged him out the house. Roman walked out into District 7 and his eyes immediately found his father. The man was stood leaning against the side of the house. Hesitantly Roman approached him. A flicker of a small overcame Roger’s (Roman’s father) face. It was a weak smile that certainly didn’t imply that the man was happy. It was more of a reassurance. The man placed his hand on Roman’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “Whatever happens, remember that we love you.” Roman glanced behind him to see his mother frolicking around with Shard shouting at him for not getting ready quick enough. He then turned back to his father and raised his eyebrows.
“I know.” He lied through a fake smile. He knew that when Roger said ‘we’ he practically meant ‘I’. Roman knew his father loved him; he did not have the same opinion on his mother. Roman was scared. He glanced over to the rest of the District the huge amount of people, and the Capitol would choose just two. Samantha led the way, she held Shard’s arm tightly and half dragged him on his way. Roger and Roman took it slower. Roman licked his dry lips in an attempt to take his mind off the possible doom that could come from today.
Roman was definitely nervous, he always was. The boy had however become increasingly good at hiding those nerves. From a glance Roman looked somewhat casual, hands fiddling around in his trouser pockets and a somewhat curious look across his face. He lazily walked forwards heading for the main square of District 7. There were so many people. He wasn’t going to be chosen out of all these people. No way...Of course there was always the doubt, the mental conflict that the brain had with itself. The balancing of yes or no. Roman tried his best to dispose of that war, often unsuccessfully. He could remember his first time attending the reaping. He had cried several days before it. Watching other Districts get picked out. The crying was a thing he could no longer afford to do. He had to save his tears for another day.
As the boy entered the Square he eyed the stage intently. Hatred spread through his veins. After the District was all in the Square the man appeared. Disgust overcame Roman’s face. As the man over exaggerated and generally emphasised everything to the point of disgust, Roman glanced at the floor for a second to get relief of the man’s putrid face. Roman knew better than to stay like this, so he formed up some energy and managed to look back at the man, Xander. Xander got on with it, and as he thrust his hand into the Girls bowl. Roman’s heart beat against his chest his head moved to face his fathers, the two had managed to stand next to each other. Roman said nothing though, simply glanced down at the ground again. He waited.
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|Subject: Re: REAPING DAY! ((Open to all in District Seven!)) Sat Jun 02, 2012 6:13 pm|| |
Rain had fallen the previous night.The air was warm, spring was somewhat in full bloom. It was ironic that such a horrible day could be taken place in the best type of weather, at least in Thalia's opinion.
It was the third year that Thalia's name was in the reaping. Each year her name was put in more and more. Each year her chances of getting slaughtered got much more possible. Was it right to be scared? Thalia knew she should, but surprisingly she wasn't. Sure, she had a few butterflies here and there in her stomach, and the feeling that she might not be able to hold down her couple bites of breakfast, but these small feelings were nowhere close to true terror.
Reapings had to be formal. Thalia had to wear her nicest clothes. God, everytime. Every single person living in all the Districts had to gather in the square, wearing the nicest things they owned, for annoying Capitol members to read out the names of twenty-four of those people, ending the life of twenty-three of them. It almost seemed ... nevermind. Thalia couldn't even think of a word to describe how completely and utterly wrong the Capitol was.
After Thalia, her two older brothers, her three younger siblings, and her parents were ready, they walked together to the square. Thalia's mother had saved up enough spare change to buy some makeup for the reaping. She'd offered some to Thalia, but she refused, in case there was the slight chance that she was picked out of the ball. She'd just look like a pathetic piece of bait up there with make up running, knowing she'd probably cry.
Chris, Keaton, and Thalia signed themselves in, and then went to the different age groups. All the possible tributes sat in chairs while everyone else had to stand.
Thalia couldn't help but look around. Behind her were the twelve and eleven sections. Most of them were crying silently, with tears streaming down their faces. Up on the raised platform were the capitol members, peacekeepers and mayor. The mayor had the most dismal expression on his face, while all the Capitol members had the biggest, brightest smiles on their faces. Thalia felt so sick looking at them.
Thalia took a break from looking around, and stared at her knees. She sat like that waiting for the reaping to start, waiting for the possibility of being slaughtered on screen in front of all of panem.
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|Subject: Re: REAPING DAY! ((Open to all in District Seven!)) Sun Jun 17, 2012 5:26 pm|| |
The palms of her hands were layered in a sheen of sweat, and ached from being clenched. Her light hair was in natural curls over her shoulders as always. Discomfort was an understatement; and she didn’t have her father’s leather jacket to keep her feeling safe. Instead she wore an old white blouse of her mothers that was dirtied into an off-white, and a dirty brown skirt that was fraying at the ends. She wiped the dirt from her face; but she couldn’t take out those bags under her eyes from long sleepless nights. Not from the last two weeks of it.
She sat softly at the edge of the one bed the family owned. She stroked a piece of little Aspens hair, and he stirred. He was still safe from harm this year. “Wake up, little brother,” She managed to whisper with a slight, quivering smile. He must have seen the fear within her eyes, because his arms threw around her neck with a fit of tears. She wrapped her arms around him and held him. “Hush Aspen,” She said softly, holding the back of his head as he cried into her shirt. “Remember that things happen for a reason,” She tried to tell him. However the message was more for herself. After all, her name was in there quite a few times. Everyone knew it too; just by looking at the home that they lived in. “Now go find mama. I‘ll meet you guys there,” she smiled, letting him down after a squeeze.
Talia Alderwood was exposed, an her mouth dry. Not from thirst, but from nerves. Her clothing stuck to her skin in an uncomfortable fashion and the tension was unbearable. She looked around for her family, but where were they? What if Talia’s name was pulled out? Would she be aloud to say goodbye to her mother? How would they survive without Talia and Mother’s wages together? Then again, maybe it would be for the best. One less mouth to feed.
She weaved between people with slow, careful steps. District Seven had strong people with brave hearts, but that did not make the Reaping any easier. There were many people of this district… But that did not mean anything. Two children (or teenagers) would be put to certain death. With hope they would win, but that was taboo to speak of. The chances were far to slim to discuss such a hope. Faces of friends passed her. The baker. Her neighbor. She caught a hand on her shoulder, and jumped in reaction. Her nerves settled as the hugged her mother passionately.
“Mom, I love you.” Was all she could really find to say. In the end, all that she needed to imply was already written in subtext. If I’m chosen, take care of Aspen. Don’t let him sign up for Tessarae as much as I have. Teach him to be strong. Be strong yourself. Life is not easy. You can do it. I have faith; I love you. Aspen tugged at her skirt. “No worries,” She smiled softly, wiping dirt off of his cheek. There was a strength in Talia that could seem weak, but never the less she was a survivor either way.
In the square she joined the others about her age, in time for the silence to cut through the crowd. It was a familiar sound for Talia. As Xander’s hand was thrust into the bowl, she felt as if it had plunged into her heart. A feeling all of the eligible people felt. There was nothing to do about the churning inside one’s stomach.
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|Subject: Re: REAPING DAY! ((Open to all in District Seven!)) Mon Aug 20, 2012 11:15 am|| |
It was the day of the reaping. Her friends were all so nervous, but Lauren was excited. She wanted to be picked. Since her father believed that she was too stupid to win, she was desperate to go. To prove herself. She was being pushed by others, desperate to see, but she shoved them all down to the ground.
She saw Xander's hand plunge in to the bowl, she knew this year was the year for her.
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REAPING DAY! ((Open to all in District Seven!))