Ok, there were about 8 spots left and I couldnt wait ant longer to start so I made them BloodBaths Please enjoy, and if I completely screw something up, please leave a review or PM me! :)
District 1 Reaping:
A short women who looks to be in her mid-thirties was standing in front of a mahogany door.
"Ms. Vitalia?" She spoke in a soft voice "Your bath is ready," she then walked away.
A young women walked out of the door in nothing but a silk robe. She had long black hair, bronze skin, and big brown eyes. The women then proceded across the hall to a bathroom. She dropped her robe and slid into her warm bath.
"It's perfect," spoke a scrawny boy looking the mirror. He wore a small dark black suit that contrasted with his almost white skin.
"It's a little dark, dont you think?" replied a man that looked exactly the same but older.
"Nah, It doesn't even matter, the camera wont be on me much anyway"
The maid was combing through Vitalia's soft onyx hair, who was putting on red eyeshadow.
"I dont understand why those kids would want to be in the games anyway, all they're gonna do is get themselves killed." The maid spoke softly.
"Well, it's an honor to win the games and you have to be in it to win," Vitalia replied shining her naturally red lips with a little lip gloss.
Once the maid was finished she went to the closet and took out a stunning red gown and set it down on the bed. Vitalia took off her robe and put on the dress just as the maid was bringing her a pair of black stiletto heels. She looked over her self in the mirror and smirked.
Vitalia stepped out of her carriage and made her way to the group of 17 year olds. The ceremony would begin soon.
The mayor then stepped up to the podium and read the story about the rebelion, District 13 and the Games.
"We will now chose the female contestant," spoke a women she then reached her hand into the marble bowl and pulled out a slip of paper.
"Vitalia Ruzo."
The said women walked through the pathway made by the other canidates, up the steps and onto the stage.
"Now the male contestant," Said the same women who has now procedded to the other bowl. She reached in and pulled out another slip of paper.
"And... Bryon Thatcher."
The scrawny boy made his way to the stage and stood next to the women.
