July 10th, Morning of the 53rd Reaping,
11:00 AM District 1
Vargas (I) Household
Feliciano Vargas stretched as he woke up in his house in District 1. He looked at the clock. It said that it was eleven, about the time when most people from District 1 woke up on a reaping day. It was a national holiday, and District 1 was one of those districts that were much more better off when it game to the Games, having one of the highest victor rates in the whole nation.
Either way, Feliciano was still scared. Last year, his best friend had been killed in the games by the male from 10 and ever since seeing that, the thirteen-year-old had nightmares almost every night. He sobbed into his bed. He had told him not to go, hadn't he? Not to volunteer. But he had. Had he not liked Feliciano? Is that why he had left? To get away from him?
He sighed, realizing that he needed to actually get up now. He yawned, stretching a second time as he crawled out of the bed. He walked downstairs, seeing his father who was with his mother in the kitchen, talking quietly.
His father was an ex-peacekeeper who had initially been stationed in District Eleven, before going to District One. He was long retired, though he was retired early and Feliciano had never gotten a reason why when he asked.
Feliciano ate breakfast with his family before going back upstairs to get ready, finding himself in a red suit. He brushed at his hair, scared for what was going to happen today. His twin sister Feliciana knocked onto his door, wearing a green dress that was probably custom designed specifically so that she could wear it that day.
He reached out to hug her, wanting the affection and comfort that she brought. The girl willingly fell into his arms. Sure, they were well-to-do and lived in the richest district, but fear on Reaping Day was a natural behaviour, right?
After the family of four ate lunch at about 1 PM, it was late enough that they could now head to the square to go to the reaping, though none of them seemed truly up to it. This was Feliciano's second reaping, and even with that in mind, it was no less scary for him than it was the year before.
He stood with the other thirteen year olds towards the back, waiting for his escort to call the names. The girl tribute was called, though he was too afraid to listen to her name. He looked up, seeing a pretty girl with her dark blonde hair tied up into a bun walk onto the stage. Whether she had volunteered or was reaped, the boy didn't catch that.
The woman who was the escort moved to the other ball to retrieve the male's name. Feliciano tried to tell himself that it wouldn't be him. After all, he was only entered twice, and surely, even if he did get picked someone would volunteer for him, someone who was better trained for the Games than he was. This was District One, after all. It was full of eighteen-year-old Careers who had trained their whole lives for their chance to volunteer and win to bring glory to their family and to District 1.
She pulled the name out of the ball. For a few seconds, all was silent as the name was plucked, held in her hand for what felt like an eternity. For some, they wanted in earnest for a name they knew could be someone they cared about. Others were scared that it could be them. And yet, in District One, there were still others who fantasied that the words read would enable them to win the games and live the way Victors do. Finally, she made her way to the microphone. "Feliciano Vargas." She called out looking around at the crowd as if to locate him. Feliciano shook, scared tremors going through his light frame.
He slowly made his way through the people in front of him until he had reached the steps, listening to and attempting to ignore his younger sister's loud sobs. After all, someone in this District of Career tributes was bound to volunteer for him, surely. He tried not to focus too badly on the situation. He would be safe soon, right? Someone was going to volunteer or this was all going to be a dream, he tried to tell himself.
The woman was in front of him asking for volunteers for him and the girl. Silence followed and he looked at the girl as if trying to discern her thoughts on it. Was he alone? Could he ally with her? Could he even trust her? He felt tears sliding down his cheeks and while the boy knew that he was supposed to stay strong so sponsors didn't see him as weak, he couldn't help it. The idea of going into the games was too scary.
He shook hands with the female tribute, who offered him a small, flirtatious smile that he hadn't been expecting. He blushed dark and turned bravely to the crowd of District One. Well, as bravely as he could muster.
Feliciano was escorted off of the stage along with the girl and taken to the same room that he had seen off his old best friend and secret crush. He sobbed quietly but tried not to do it too much. Otherwise, when his family came in he didn't think that he'd be able to stop.
Feliciana and his father walked in. Feliciano looked up at them, wondering where his mother was. She must not have been able to face it. To face him. He found himself pulled into the arms of his sister and then yanked into his father's arms. "Be strong, Feli." His father muttered. Easy for him to say. He was a former privileged Peacekeeper in the district that shines bright with diamonds and pearls throughout. Feliciano was a tribute. And he wasn't coming back.
Feliciano sighed when they left, resigned to waiting. He did have a lot of friends in his class and in the one ahead of him but none of them bothered to see him off. When the peacekeepers came to collect him for the train he stood up and allowed himself to be pulled into the car to take him to the train station, sniffling the whole way there.
These are all the intended tributes during the games so if you care who is from what district there you go
Districts:
Tributes from 1:
Feliciano Vargas
Fem!France (mentioned)
Tributes from 2:
2p! N. Italy (Will be referred to as Luciano)
Belarus (Will be called Natalya)
Tributes from 3:
Kiku Honda
Seychelles (mentioned)
District 4:
FEMALE (Name will not be said, but she may or may not randomly appear…. Just randomly)
2p!England (mentioned)
District 5:
Gilbert Beilschmidt
Czech Republic (Will be called Milada Novotná, will be mentioned)
District 6:
Mathias Køhler
Nyo!Sweden (Will be mentioned)
District 7:
Ludwig Beitel(Germany)
Lilli Zwingli
District 8:
Lithuania (mentioned)
Elizabeta Héderváry
District 9:
China (mentioned)
Ukraine (mentioned)
District 10:
Alfred Jones
Madeleine Williams
District 11:
Lovino Vargas
Nyo!Spain (Will be referred to as Antonia Fernandez in RP)
District 12
Random Person
Random Person