possible tributes, please read!
Okay guys here's the deal my besty thought of an amazing idea! I'll read your application and if I like it, I'll send you a PM saying "congrats you have been reaped!" or something like that then I'll have you (yes you!) write me your own opening seen, set in your POV, I will give you credit as the author and post it on this story page, it will give me a little more incite into how to portray you, and it would be a whole lot more authentic!
(note: after all opening scenes are complete, all chapters will be set in 3rd-person narration format, I will not pretend to be you, that would be creepy! I will give credit to you as an author at the beginning of the chapter, and I ask that you try to get back to me in a timely manner, if you can not do so, or do not care how I portray you just tell me and I'll deal with it!)
1- Miranda Reese
2- Female
3- 16
4- district 11
5- I'm medium height, with long curly dirty blond hair, and blue-grey eyes, a tired looking face, long eyelashes, a fairly pail completion, a sturdily built, long toes, and a large bust
6- I generally remains very quiet and serious on the out side, but on the inside I'm making witty comments, I'm awfully shy, and very loyal- maybe too loyal-, but very vengeful
7- I'm the bastard daughter of an engineer and a construction worker with a twin sister (Bella) but no other siblings, I work on a horse ranch when I'm not in school were I'm the modest girl who's nice to everybody, but other than that I spend most of my time alone
8- well, I guess when I think about it, I don't really have anything to come home to, but who the hell wants to die at 16?
9- I have an extremely potent kick, I know how to kick box, I'm a kick ass strategist, I've got the teeth of a carnivorous jungle cat, and I have a high threshold for pain
10- I'm not built for speed, I can't maintain any kind of speed, and delayed onset muscle soreness (when you get horrible crams 2 days after an intense work out) effects me twice as fast as other people!
Miranda's POV
Dist. 11
Do you ever have that splitting pained felling that your day is going to go horribly wrong? Well I had that felling the moment I woke up. I don't know if it was waking up and being completely covered in dust, the realization that my twin sister Isabella had cheated me out of my night in the bed again, or the fact that today I was going to watch one boy and one girl go off to their death, I had gotten a letter telling me I had been pre-selected so could very possibly go myself, but I had a horrible feeling.
I pushed myself of the ground, brushed off the dust, pulled on my blue jean pants burlap jacket, and put on my floppy hat, because I still had to work today!
I worked at the only horse ranch in 11. We mostly only breed sturdy work horses, for plow work, but the Peace keepers and a few wealthy citizens liked to have a few flashy, pretty horses that they could ride around to show off their statue. Of course I had to walk the one mile to the ranch because I'm very low on the social totem poll.
I took a while to just stare at myself in the mirror: my stocky body and bulky legs, my long curly hair that came down to just below my shoulder blade, my skin paler than most of my cohorts, but darkened partly by the sun, and partly by dirt, my tired face with it's droopy grey eyes that at one time struck fear into a grade scholar's heart but now just looked tired and defeated, the deep stress lines and purplish discoloration under my eyes that would never go away, I was pitiful.
"Miranda?" Isabella said sleepily pushing herself up on her arms, right as I shoved open the door to leave. "Were are you going?"
"Work, Bella!" I replied quietly as to not wake up my mother. Isabella didn't work, not that she could, more like she wouldn't, she wanted to stay in school and get a better job, however I couldn't give a shit about my education, I was not one for sitting still.
"Have fun!" she said flopping back down on the bed.
I shoved open the door, made of a crude peace of sheet metal, and started on my way to work, the sun was just barely rising but already many people were out in the fields. Many of the adults didn't like me, they didn't like most light skinned people because they hardly ever did the dirty work because a long time ago most of the poorer light skinned people died off of sun related illnesses leaving only the wealthy ones, and the fact my line of work catered mostly to the peace keepers did not score me many social points with the others either.
Suddenly I was grabbed from behind, I shrieked and jumped forward scared out of my mind. Then I heard the hysterical laughter.
"Remey!" I yelled, turning around to face the boy who was over a foot taller than me. Remey (along with a few of the younger children) was pretty much the only exception to my earlier statement, he seemed to not really give a dam about what color my skin was, and his kindness to me had defiantly paid off, because I got him a well paying job at the horse ranch.
"You on your way to work?" he asked.
"No I'm on my way to that other place I go to at 5 o'clock in the morning!" I hissed and we both laughed.
We walked the rest of the way in silence neither of us wanting to talk about what we both knew was coming. Finally I decided it needed to be said "I got picked in the preliminary drawling!" I said grimly.
Remey was silent.
"I've never had this happen to me and I'm… scared!" I whimpered. I had never really said those words out loud, and for God's sake I worked with creatures that could easily kill me and I knew that, I wasn't in a position to be sacred easily.
"Well, I find the best thing to do in these situations is to not let anyone else know that!" Remey said, he wasn't one to comfort anybody, and I knew that, but he was the only one I could turn to, the only one who understood me. "If you can do that, then you'll put the fear of God into everyone else"
"Thanks!" I said tiredly. "I appreciate the advice"
Another silence.
"You haven't told your family have you?" Remey said quietly.
I shook my head, "How do you tell your mom you're one step closer to death?" I asked, "good thing I have a stunt double!" I tried to lighten the mood.
Suddenly a little girl maybe 4 years old came running up to us, tears streaming down her face.
"Remey! Remey! Help me! Help me!" she cried she blood was gushing from a cut on her wrist.
"What's wrong?" Remey said bending down to her level.
"I cut my wrist on a back hoe!" she cried.
Remey reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a clean white cotton bandage and a vial of powdered herds, he twisted off the lid of the vial and sprinkled a little bit on her cut, then rapped the white bandage around her wrist. "There, dose that feel better?" he said sounding satisfied.
Remey wanted nothing more than to be a doctor, but being from district 11 that was almost impossible.
"Oh, yes! Thank you! Thank you!" the little girl said smiling at Remey then she ran off.
"Remey, if I win, I'll use the money to make you doctor!" I said softly as I watched the little girl run back to the fields.
