"Welcome to the One Hundred Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games – the seventh Quarter Quell!" The presenter, scary thin, a mad glint in her eyes, and skin dyed a horrifying shade of red, spread her arms wide open to the crowd and flashed a chilling smile. Eridan Ampora, one possible Tribute out of hundreds, had to bite his tongue to keep from snickering at her ridiculously oversized breasts.
"As you all know, this year's Games must be played by an all-seventeen age group. Pity, those of you who were about to be saved from the entertainment." She winked and laughed hysterically. Reaching into the girl's bucket, she clicked her tongue. "Your District Four female tribute is.." She unfolded the piece of paper in her hand. "Feferi Peixes!"
Eridan looked at the summoned girl in thoughtful silence as the crowd's reaction became a deafening mixture of cheers and boos. Feferi was the Mayor's daughter; a popular, friendly girl. However, up on the makeshift stage, her expression was anything but amiable. Her royal purple gaze, similar to his own, only darker, swept across the remaining Tributes in contempt.
The woman on stage clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful! Now for the gentlement…" She reached into the other bucket, pulling out the very first name. "Eridan Ampora."
Eridan stiffened. Yes, he knew there was a chance of him getting chosen, but to have it actually happen? Despite his uneasiness, he felt a small spark of pride light up in his heart. Perhaps he could beat Feferi and the twenty-two other Tributes. District 4 had won countless times, and he was sure it'd win again. With him.