A/N: Alright! Well, this is my first Crossover, so please bear with me!
A few things to keep in mind…: This takes place in Panem, as is in the Hunger Games, but bending can be used here. Also, though I put the POVs by district (and each POV is supposed to be a chapter), it's mostly told in Zuko, Toph, Katara and Aang's perspectives. Though there may be other OCs, it shouldn't happen too much and it shouldn't be too hard to decipher. xD
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Avatar: the Last Airbender or the Hunger Games (well, duh!)
District 12
"May the odds be even in your favor!"
Effie Trinket stepped onto the stage in front of the crowd of poor civilians. Her wide, golden smile popped out against her poofy purple hair and long, fake eyelashes. Pink and yellow eye shadow was smeared over her eyes in a very unappealing way. Her short dress was very revealing, showing much of her legs and hardly bothering to cover her shoulders. Layers of pink fabric overlapped each other from her bra-line down, and above that, golden fabric covered with small pink flowers.
She held the microphone in front of her face, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Benders and non-benders of District 12, welcome to the reaping of the 76th annual Hunger Games!" She paused for dramatic effect as she made her way across the stage to the two giant glass bowls in the center containing hundreds of small white slips of 'reaping paper', as she had often heard some call it. "As always, ladies first."
As soon as Effie said this, tension and fear rippled through the crowd, strong as a blow to the stomach. Effie felt every bit of it, but over 20 years of experience had taught her to ignore it. She cleared her throat and reached into the bowl on stage right. Her hand floated around the bowl, her pink nails skimming over the top slips of paper. She closed her eyes and looked away as her hand fished around for a single slip. It found its target at the bottom, and she brought it up to the microphone, pausing once again for tension.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat, preparing to read the name of the next tribute. "Toph Beifong." She read the name, and then looked up to find the child. A few gasps ran through the crowd as a path was cleared- and at the end a small girl. 12 years old, I'm guessing by the looks of her, Effie thought.
"Alright now, come on up! Don't be shy!" Effie said in a luring singsong voice. The little girl's image was shown up on the giant screens on either side of the stage, and she appeared small even there. The girl walked forward, taking slow, small steps towards the stage. Though she was looking down, her eyes were unfocused and glazed over. Despite this, she walked without fault or stumbling.
She climbed the steps, tripping slightly over the last one. A strand of black hair fell away from the rest, which was put up in a small golden crown-like headband. Her dress was of earth bending attire- green and brown and very simple.
"Good! Just stand over here for me, and we'll move onto the boys!" Effie gestured to her right side, where the girl stood quietly. Once again, Effie's hand drifted into the boy's bowl.
"Lin Greenworth!" she called. Again the crowd parted to reveal a tall boy of about 15 with dark blond hair and green eyes, which were filled with fear, though he showed none on his face. He also made his way to the stage, where he stood on Effie's left-hand side.
"And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, the tributes of District 12. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"