Woo! Reapings! I'm writing this beside my friend, she just got an account on here so it's sort of funny xD

Now, once Roll the Dice is at least in the games, I will be putting up a poll on my profile, where you can vote for up to three favourite characters. I am not biased (okay, maybe a little) but this will help me greatly. After the interviews, there will be another poll, for voting for bloodbaths. There will be other small polls throughout, but nothing too interesting.

This might be a bit... different, from most reapings. I will be giving a brief summary of each tributes reaping, their characteristics, their family, etc.

A- It's a lot easier for me.

B- You won't have to wait as long for new chappie things.

and C- You still get to see each tribute.

I hope this doesn't bother anyone ^-^'

Sprik Radin, 57, male, District 1.

Sprik in a nutshell. He's a very kind old man, with a beautiful daughter, a son in law, and a grandson. His wife, Jewel, died when he was 49. He has a tendency to act like Jewel's still alive, not sleeping on the left side of the bed, not sitting in the red plush chair, putting an extra plate on the table when his daughter and her family's visiting.

He's never been a very typical District one career. He didn't train at the centre when he was a young man, and he doesn't approve of the Hunger Games at all. He's horrified that they were brought back.

His daughter Lace is 28 years old, and married to 29 year old Mindle Dimaid. They have a three year old son named Dice.

He looks like a very typical old man, his black hair is going grey and his face is worn and wrinkled. His eyes are a strange shade of blue with a hint of grey. His back is slightly bent from leaning on his cane when he walks. He wears plaid shirts with black pants (sometimes jeans) and suspenders.

His reaping

Sprik woke up early, expecting Jewel to be beside him. She wasn't, obviously. He wasn't too bothered, he's long since accepted her absence.

'... Jewel? Where are y-' I stop short. It's been more than ten years since she died, but I always expect her to be in bed beside me. My wife, Jewel.

He dressed himself in the usual attire, plaid shirt, black dress pants and suspenders. He grabbed his cane from beside his nightstand and walked downstairs. He grabbed an orange and ate it quickly.

Reaping day... still can't believe the damned President brought them back. She even killed the poor Mellarks...

He opened the front door and walked outside. Every reaping day he walks to his daughters house, who's also his neighbour. Lace and Mindle live in small home, large enough for their small family, but enough rooms for guests. He walked up the three steps to the door and knocked twice with his left hand, his right still holding the cane.

There's some rustling from inside the house, and I hear Lace and Dice scrambling about.

'Dice, go wake up daddy... no, no no no!' her voice fades a bit and I hear her run back further into the house. What's Dice up to this time? I chuckle lightly, so much like his mother.

A few minutes go by, but eventually I hear Lace quickly jog back to the door and she opens it. Her light brown hair is frizzy and some's hanging in front of her greyish blue eyes. She smiles.

'Hey dad, sorry 'bout that. Dice tried making the cat fly again...' she laughs nervously and gestures to their tabby cat, Mant, who's glaring at everything from behind Lace's legs.

Sprik's son in law, Mindle, walks downstairs groggily. Still tired and holding onto Dice's hand. He's wearing a baggy grey shirt and jogging pants, his blond hair's quite messy and his blue eyes are droopy.

''orning, Sprik,' he says with a yawn upon seeing Sprik, he waves and picks up Dice. Dice giggles and plays with his daddy's hair. The small, brown haired and blue eyes toddler claps his hands and shrieks 'Grampa!'

Sprik jogs forward, careful not to strain himself and scoops Dice into his arms. Letting Mindle relax and sit on the stairs and rubs his neck.

'... well, the reapings are today...' Lace whispers, noticing a small silence.

I look away from my grandson to my daughter. This again... I sigh and put Dice on the ground, and pull a frown as he runs to Mant. Mant quickly runs off into the house, Dice toddling behind.

'Lace, Dice isn't old enough to be reaped, so why are you worrying?' I ask her, leaning onto my cane.

Lace bites her lip 'But what if this year's different?'

Timeskip to reapings. All in Sprik's POV

I stand in the "non-eligible" section with Lace, Mindle, and Dice who's being held by Lace. Our district escort walks on stage, a tall pale faced man with neon green contacts. He smiles brightly, flashing silver teeth. The horrid fashion of the Capitol...

'Hello, hello district one! Everyone excited for this years games~?' he asks gleefully. I look around, most of us elders stays silent and glare at him, while the younger adults and teens cheer and clap.

'Glad to hear it!' he exclaims, ignoring the others.

'Now, guess what, I have a very special video to show you all!' he shrills, and the projector screen goes on. A video about the first and second rebellions appear, and he and a few others mouth the words. Once it finishes he sniffles sadly and says.

'But there's more! I have another video to show you all!' there are many confused glances between everyone, though some look excited.

'Our wonderful President Fray has a message for everybody!'

The screen goes on again, some static is heard but that goes away quickly.

'Hello Panem. As you all know, this will be the 10th reinstated Hunger Games. As such, I will be adding a little twist... every. ten. Years,' she smiles wickedly and pulls a piece of paper into view.

There are some grins from the younger crowd here, but exchanges of disgust from others and I.

'District One, your twist will be...' she pauses before saying 'One tribute, of any age and gender.'

The screen goes off and Lace whimpers 'No... no, thi- this can't be happening...'

'Well, you heard the president! Let's choose a tribute!' our escort announces happily. A peacekeeper rolls out a large glass reaping bowl, full of the names of every person in District 1. He dips his arm into the bowl, standing on his toes. He moves his hand around until he pulls out one slip of paper. He unfolds it slowly.

'Dice Dimaid, to the stage!'

Lace collapses to the grounds, clinging onto the ground and Mindle tries to comfort her. She sobs and shrieks 'NO! No no no no!' A peacekeeper begins to walk towards us. I step in front of her and Dice and stand up straight.

'I volunteer,' I say firmly. I'm not letting my grandson die.

The District two reaping will be up soon! Please review ^-^