The Garden of Roses
An anxious silence had befallen in the Luvguard Household. This anxiety had been persisting since a week. The parents couldn't bear to talk much; the children were scared. And young Lara's heart was hammering against her ribcage quite fast, faster than she would like anyway.
The next day, one boy and one girl would be picked to fight for their lives. Lara was only twelve, and so was her brother Drake. The next day would be the first Reapings of their lives and Lara was not very keen to find out what it felt to be Reaped. No, she was better off without finding much.
The same could not be said for Drake. The boy was suicidal, and that was what scared his family the most. They feared that Drake would volunteer for the Games. The little boy didn't do anything to remove that doubt, in fact he encouraged it.
"It would be amazing," he often said during lunch-time.
Mrs. Luvguard had lost sleep over her son. Her husband was not in a better condition. And Lara, Lara was so scared for her twin that she dreaded the next day even more.
District Twelve rarely ever had a victor.
If Drake volunteered, he would be dead in the bloodbath.
And Drake never wanted to listen to anyone else.
"What will happen tomorrow?" Lara wondered aloud.
Her friend, Lyn, looked up from the book she was reading. Lyn was thirteen and knew how it felt during one's first Reapings. She smiled kindly at Lara.
"Nothing too bad for us," she replied, trying to sound as honest as she could.
"It will be bad for us," Lara said firmly in a tone so sad that Lyn couldn't help but feel scared too.
"Why do you say that?"
"Drake is behaving in a very… disturbing way."
"That boy is a rather enthusiastic about the whole deal," Lyn noted.
"But I am scared!" Lara cried out, "He's my twin! I have never been away from him! What if- what if-"
She couldn't bring herself to complete the sentence though for soon, she was crying miserably. Lyn embraced her warmly and patted her back in a comforting way.
"There, there," she said. Lara pulled back and looked at her with bleak eyes.
"Drake won't be Reaped, right? My twin…"
"No he won't," Lyn replied firmly and hugged her back.
But Lara was not convinced. Anything could happen the next day. Would she be able to live without her twin if it came to that?
She was not eager to find out.
Hello! Hello! Welcome to my third SYOT. I am not promising as rapid updates as the previous two but I do hope that you all submit.
Rules:
1: Please be creative and complete the full form. No recycled tributes.
2: You can submit three tributes, but one must be a bloodbath if you do.
3: I won't write mature things. I don't like them so I won't. Hopefully, you won't mind. Plus, I cannot write lovey-dovey things. If I do, it appears to be more comical than romantic. So…
4: Enjoy!
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District (list three):
Personality (I like descriptions but too much of descriptions can be a little confusing):
History:
Family/Friends:
Appearance:
Face claim:
Reaped/Volunteered:
Reaction/Reason:
Strengths (personality wise):
Weaknesses (personality wise):
Weapon of choice/ Special skills (You can talk about everything your tribute is good at whether it be knot-tying, setting traps, using swords or if they are just physically strong or fast):
Worst Fear(s):
Preferred Training Score:
Interview Angle:
Chariot Ride outfit:
Allies:
Anything else:
Well, enjoy submitting and have a great day!