District 1
Cashmere Constable, (29), Victor of the 64th Hunger Games
Cashmere stood in the roped-in area for District 1's female Victors picking at her nails anxiously. She glanced up at the escort preparing for the Reaping, and then over at her brother in the male Victors' section. She scratched her nails against the hip of her dress, closed her eyes, and sighed.
If she's picked, she'll more-or-less do the same thing she did last time, Cashmere figures. Play the whole Career thing, hunt the weaker ones down, and make it to the end. Unless Gloss is sent in there with her. Then she has no idea what she'd do. Cashmere shrugs. The same thing again, she guesses. Only then it would be a bit tougher. But she's sure that they'd get a good deal of sponsors. Who doesn't want to see a pair of twins kill each other in the arena?
Cashmere glances over at her fellow Victors. District 1 only has three living female Victors. She's got a 33% chance of-
"Cashmere Constable!"
Oh, well. Cashmere puts a huge smile on her face when she glides up to the stage. Pretend like you're happy to be here, and maybe they'll sponsor you again.
Gloss Constable, (29), Victor of the 63rd Hunger Games
Gloss' heart sinks as soon as Cashmere mounts the stage. He didn't want her to volunteer the first time. If she hadn't done that, if he had just been able to convince her not to, they wouldn't be in this mess. Gloss stares at the Reaping Ball containing the male Victors' names. District 1 has three living male Victors. Gloss has got the same chance that Cashmere did. And if he's not Reaped as well, he'll be sure to get his twin sister out of there. Just like he did the first time, eleven damn years ago.
Maybe they'll get lucky, he thinks. And if not, they'll just play the sibling-Career thing. Train together, hunt together, die together. Two twin Victors from District 1, together 'till the end.
"Gloss Constable!"
Of course.
Gloss strides up to the stage with the same type of grin that Cashmere did. He continues to grin when he grab's Cashmere's hand and raises it high in the air when the escort calls their names again. Neither one of them really wants to do this again. But if they wanna live, they're gonna have to.
A/N: This story isn't the first of its kind to be posted to this site, and has been inspired by ones such as A Tale of Twelve Reapings and The Strongest Among Them.
This does not take place in the COS/TOCT AU, but rather a different one, where the 74th Games are slightly more canonical. Though of course, we will learn of many differences between this and canon throughout the story. Since these are short, I'll likely be posting a district a day.
Thoughts on Gloss and Cashmere?
Until next time.
-Bo