District 1 Reaping Day
I got bored of waiting for more tributes, and I already have both D1 tributes, so I decided to do the reaping. Enjoy! Oh and thanks for voting for the D1 female.
Cain Messi POV
Today was a great day for the reaping. Stormy weather, pouring rain, perfect for a victor to emerge. Namely, me. This was the year. I knew it. My entire life, I had been training, hoping, no dreaming, that one day, the Hunger Games would come back. My father even helped with the mutts and the war, on the Capital's side.
This was actually bad luck. This was the first Hunger Games in over ten years. Others would also want to volunteer. If I couldn't get in this year, it would be my last chance. I had to volunteer. I will win. My father would be proud of his son who he believed in.
I wish my mother would stop worrying. It was starting to get annoying. She was the only one in my family who didn't like the Hunger Games. Her brother had died in it a long time ago. My idiot brother wanted to volunteer, but with him in the arena, he would just ruin our family name. I couldn't let him do that after all those years of training.
My brother came in the door. He was back from the Career Academy. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed him into the wall. "You'd better not ruin my chances. If you volunteer, I will make sure you get absolutely no sponsors," I snarled.
Ramsy sneered. "And how will you do that?" My macho deflated. I hadn't thought of that yet. Then I remembered something. "During the family interviews, if you ever even get that far, I will tell them about the time you bad mouthed the Capital and made fun of their accent. I still have the video."
Ramsy paled. "You- you wouldn't dare." He stuttered. I nodded grimly, not showing how much I enjoyed this. "You know what I would do to get my way." He gulped and nodded. "I won't volunteer." He whispered. I let go and he crumpled to the floor in a heap.
"Kids!" Dad called. "It's almost time for the reaping. Go put on something nice and make the family proud." I went up the stairs two at a time. I hoped the victor's house had larger stairs. Ramsy slouched after me, trying to go three at a time, but almost falling down the stairs. I smirked. He really was an idiot.
I quickly put on my best suit. It was really tight. I started to panic. I had to look good for the reaping. Fortunately, mom came in with one of dad's suits. She quietly handed it to me. "Please changed your mind dear. Please don't volunteer." I shook my head. She sighed and nodded, accepting it philosophically.
I slicked my hair back until it looked like a shell and went downstairs. Ramsy was already there. The little coward wouldn't meet my eyes. Oh well.
We strolled down to the town square. Ramsy and I went over to sign in. "Name?" asked the attendant. "The next victor." I smirked. She scowled. "Name." She repeated impatiently. I scowled back and told her my name.
I joined the eighteen year-old boys and watched Ramsy disappear in the crowd. He better keep his promise. Then the escort for district one came up on the stage. She was all bubbly, probably excited to get the best district in Panem.
"Well, let's get started with the girls, should we?" She reached over and put her hand in the globe, swishing the slips around, building up the drama. I wish she would just hurry up and skip the drama. I wanted to yell," Hurry up and get to the boys you bitch!" but, I kept my mouth shut.
She finally drew a name. "Adelaide Genevieve Thomas!" "No!" she shrieked. The peacekeepers dragged her kicking and screaming up to the stage. I sighed. I wished she would go quietly, so I could volunteer. One of the peacekeepers pulled out a gun and shot her foot. She shrieked again, but quieted down. No one had volunteered for her, possibly because they thought she would be entertaining.
Finally, she drew for the boys. "Ramsy Messi!" she declared. My brother jumped up and punched the sky. I could imagine his smug face. Well no! I would not allow it. "I volunteer as tribute!" I yelled pushing my way over. Ramsy glared at me, his eyes filled with hatred. The other boys who had been too slow also glared at me.
"Now, what's your name?" she asked. "Cain Messi." I answered. "Your new victor." The crowd cheered. Many had seen me in training. They knew how good I was with various weapons. "Shake hands," said the escort. My "ally" whimpered and shook her head. "Shake," hissed the escort again. Scowling, she thrust out her hand and we shook.
The peacekeepers led me into the hall to say good-bye. For me, it was only see you later in a mansion.
Adelaide Genevieve Thomas POV
"Adelaide!" Emmeline jumped on me trying to wake me up. She jumped again. "Okay," I groaned. "I'm up." It was reaping day. I dreaded this. I would have to leave my sisters. It could be worse. My sisters could be chosen. Fortunately, they would still have a few years. The oldest of my younger sisters was only nine.
I carefully maneuvered my way trough the piles of antique books piled in our attic space. My father loved to collect these before he died and I continued his collection. I went over to wake up the other two, Lina and Hope who were still fast asleep. I told them to wait here and that I would get breakfast soon.
Slipping behind a curtained off area, put aside for dressing, I slipped into my best dress, which had been my mother's. I sighed gently stroking the soft fabric, remembering her last words," Take care of your sisters." I will I thought.
I told the younger ones to stay in the attic and that I would get them food after the Reaping. I hurried down, climbing down the ladder on the side of the wall. I lightly dropped to the ground. I sprinted to the town square, checking in hurriedly. I winced slightly as the needle pricked my skin and went to the other seventeen-year-olds. Our escort hurried up onto the stage.
I held my breath, praying, as she dipped her hand in, slowly and dramatically swirling her hand around. A few other girls around me murmured impatiently, some even swearing at her. Finally, she drew out the name. I wish she hadn't. She had to call twice before I realized it was me.
I screamed as might worse nightmare came true. The peacekeepers were here, dragging me towards the stage. I struggled, doing anything to get away. Finally, one of the peacekeepers got annoyed and shot my foot. The pain was excruciating. I crumpled against the man. He grumbled, annoyed and hefted me over his shoulder, carrying me onto the stage and unceremoniously dumped me on the ground.
I stayed there, whimpering pathetically. I hoped others would volunteer, but oddly, no one made a peep. I sat there numbly as the escort drew the male. The escort told us to shake hands, her words sounding far away, but I couldn't. My body wouldn't respond.
Eventually, the peacekeepers carried me into the Justice building and dumped me on a couch. I knew no one would come. My sisters didn't know I was here. They would be expecting me to be back soon. I suddenly gave a small sob as I realized they would starve with no one taking care of them. I closed my eyes tears pouring down my cheeks. There was nothing I could do now.
Hope you enjoyed it. I should really start with the female POV first, but oh well, too late. I still need the following tributes:
D4 male
D5 male
D6 female
D7 male
D8 both
D9 female
D11 male
D12 female
If I don't get them by the end of the month. I'll just have to make my own then. Oh well… District 2 tributes will come soon. The more reviews, the better I write. Well, type.
