District 1 Reapings

POV Esmerelda Dawns

"Honey! Which dress would you like to wear to the Reaping?" Her mother, the Victor of the 132nd Hunger Games, Amber Dawns crowed from the dining room.

Esmerelda groaned, getting up from her plush chair in her room. "Bring them up here!" She shouted. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs slowly. Her mother unloaded the ten dresses onto the bed.

"I wore this one to the reaping…" Her mother whispered softly, a hand on a lovely white dress.

"I want to wear this one." Esmerelda said flatly, touching a purple dress with sparkles everywhere.

"Alright. I'll be waiting downstairs when you're ready." Her mom went back downstairs, and Esmerelda could hear her father talk to her.

Esmerelda picked up the dress and quickly put it on, working on her hair, but it didn't need that much touching up as it was the pride of her entire outfit. "Elda." A voice came from the other side of the room. "Breakfast's ready." Her younger sister, Joselyn stood there, yawning and going downstairs.

"Alright." Elda snapped. "Go away."

She quickly turned back to the mirror, admiring her look. The Capitol would have to give her lots of gifts during the Games, wouldn't they? She wandered downstairs, taking her time and looking around the mayor's house.

It was quite a duo to the rest of the town, a Victor and the mayor. There were rumors that she only married him because the Capitol said to, but Elda didn't believe that. She sat down at the table. "How's my little Victor today?" Her dad asked, giving her a smile.

She flushed, but only a little bit, having been used to praise. "Good. I'm ready." She said softly.

Her mom handed her a plate of pancakes, the little round ones still steaming a bit, just off the pan. "Don't they have an 18 year old to do it this year?" Joselyn asked grumpily. "That's how most of the Careers do it."

"Yes, well, I'm that good." Elda said pompously, taking a bite of her pancakes.

"And I volunteered when I was 16." Her mother added, sitting down beside the mayor.

Elda gave her sister a pointed look, before drinking all of her orange juice. "I'm going to go see Destiny before I go to the Reapings. I'll meet you there." She gave her parents a winning smile.

"Don't you want to see your sister get ready for the Reapings?" Joselyn asked jokingly.

Elda didn't reply, getting up from the table and throwing on a jacket so her dress wouldn't get dirty. "Don't get the dress all muddy, if you do, we have more, but you really wanted to wear that one." Her mother advised her.

She walked outside, and headed a few doors down to her friend Destiny's house. Destiny was the daughter of a merchant in town, and therefore was pretty rich, like her. Elda knocked on the door of the house, three times quickly. The door opened and Destiny's mother, Valentina stood there.

"Oh! Elda! I'm glad you're here, I wanted you to take these over to your parents." Valentina gave her a sweet smile, handing over a pumpkin pie. "It's your day today, isn't it?"

Elda gave her a large fake smile. "Yes." She answered simply. "I'd like to talk to Destiny before I go though."

Valentina went back inside and soon her daughter appeared, looking almost exactly like her. "Oh Elda!" She squealed, giving her a careful hug. "I wish you the best, I'm sure you're going to win."

Elda was secretly worried on the inside about her volunteer partner, Warren Ellis, who freaked her out a bit. And usually 2 put up good tributes. "Yeah." She gave her a smile back, trying to appear calm and collected.

Destiny nodded. "I'll see you after the Reapings?"

"Of course." She stalked off.

POV Warren Ellis

Warren hated District One, all the false elegance and everything about it. It was all false, not real. He had left his parents that morning to go train before the Reapings, his 'best' friend Vestia with him. She watched silently as he threw around things and stabbed dummies. "Warren." Another voice, not Vestia's.

His mentor, Tomas Rinsa won the 143rd Hunger Games, only 4 years earlier and was currently 22. He had yet to mentor a winning tribute. "Yes?" Warren asked nicely, giving him a smile.

"You need to get a hold of yourself." Tomas growled, his usually kind and intelligent green eyes flickering with anger. "I told you not to train today."

"But I had to." Warren's hands were clenched at his sides. "Elda had an extra two hours yesterday and I had to make that up."

"Fine, but you aren't going to physically train, get over here." Tomas said, gesturing him towards a picnic bench and they both sat down on it. "We're going to talk about the Tributes."

"Alright." Tomas was curious, he'd never really heard about the other districts.

"Usually Two's tributes are powerful, but not the smartest. That's where you can get into their heads." Warren nodded along to Tomas' words. "Three you don't have to worry about, normally they're one of the weakling districts. After that is Four. They're crafty and know how to do this, they're the poorest Career district, but don't let that fool you."

"Five can be dangerous, they know how to work electricity. Six is a push-over, like Three. Seven is one of your toughest challenges outside of the Career Districts. They know how to use Axes with stunning precision. Eight normally isn't a threat, but they can be good with knives on occasion." Tomas' face twitched, the scar running down his cheek twitching with it.

"Your scar." He said bluntly. "It was from a Tribute from Eight?"

"The girl." Tomas snarled. "I didn't see her coming. Anyways, Nine is normally not that good, but can be very stealthy. Ten can be good with large knives, make sure you off them in the Bloodbath."

"Ten? What's that?"

"Livestock. They're butchers. Eleven can put up a good tribute every now and then, and Twelve is nearly useless."

Warren took almost none of this to heart, anyone could be good, any year. He went to the locker rooms and changed into a nice button down shirt and pants before heading out to the Reaping, alone.

He signed in, got his finger pricked and went to stand with his fellow eighteen year olds. The mayor of One stood at the podium, his hair slicked back and the escort, Carlini Beehive standing beside him. "Welcome to District One." The mayor said, addressing the cameras.

"We are honored today to be picking our two tributes. We're sure they will be bringing us more glory." He smiled at the large group of people.

The mayor read the list of the District One Victors, which took a minute, longer than most districts. At that moment, he gave away the podium to Carlini. "Welcome!" Carlini shouted, his voice amplified by the microphone. "Let's get right to the pickings!" His eyes looked greedily at the two large bowls, selecting one out of the girls' bowl.

It was a girl from the poorer section, and she didn't even have to move before Esmerelda shouted out, "I volunteer!"

Carlini gave her a beaming smile as the girl came up to the podium in a sparkling purple dress. "And your name is?" He handed her the microphone.

"Esmerelda Dawns." She said, flashing a smile to the cameras quickly before stepping back and handing the microphone to Carlini.

"Now for the boys…" He selected one. "Farley Towns!" Warren rolled his eyes, he was genuinely tempted to let the little boy go up to the stage.

"I volunteer." Warren said, walking swiftly up to the stage.

"Your name?" He handed him the microphone.

"Warren Ellis." He said, stepping back to stand by Esmerelda, but a good foot away.

"There we have it. The District One tributes."

There we go! The First full district, which happened to be District One! Thank you to maddymellark for Esmerelda and Mystery-Takes-Its-Tole for Warren. I can't wait for the Games! We still need quite a few tributes, so check out Chapter 1 for the form, which is also on my profile. Thank you!