District 2 Reaping: Castor and Jemika
A lone cry in the distance catches the attention of the people in District 2. All their heads turn and see a Peacekeeper bashing a boy over the head with a club who tried to escape. The Peacekeeper grabs the boy and pulls him into the square and drops him in the middle of the crowd. Some people chuckle, while some people shudder in fear, which is what Yuna the escort for District 2 did as she took her place on stage in front of the microphone and between the two glass bowls that contained the names of the tributes.
Hansel, the mentor for District 2 walks on stage, a smirk on his face, awaiting to see what lucky tributes will come from District 2 this year. Everyone takes there places and Yuna begins to speak.
"Let's make this quick," she says. "Here is a film brought to you from the Capitol." Everyone watches as the television screen turns on playing the big propaganda film, except for the 12 year old boy who slowly gets off the ground. The film finishes with a black screen and the tributes look back on stage, on Yuna.
"Now we shall select the lucky tributes for this years Hunger Games," She slowly waltzes over to the boys bowl and selects a slip from the very top of the bowl. She opens it quickly and reads "Read Sanes." A 14 year old boy with shortly cropped brown hair walks on stage and gives the crowd straight faced look. He crosses his arms and looks to his feet.
"Now we have the females." Yuna picks a slip from the middle of the bowl and reads "Cri Hanifs." A 15 year old girl walks out of the crowd, plain looking, dull, emotionless. She stands on the other side of Yuna and gazes into mid-air.
"Do we have any volunteers for this boy?" Yuna asks gesturing to Read. Right away a bunch of 18 year old boys shout "I VOLUNTEER." But only one makes his way through the crowd and walks on stage. His caramel coloured hair buzzed short and his dark blue eyes mix with the colour of his olive toned skin. I nudges Read of the stage and takes his place beside Yuna.
"And what might your name be?" she asks.
"The name is Castor Faritas, and I shall win." A slight chuckle spills out of the mouth of Hansel, and Castor stares daggers at him. "Well the Castor, Congratulations."
"Now is there any volunteers for this girl," Yuna now gesturing to Cri. Only one girl shoots her hand up and yells out the two words. "I VOLUNTEER." The peacekeepers work there way through the crowd and escort a tall girl with straight blonde wavy hair that reaches down her back. Freckles decorate her lightly toned face and her auburn eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
"And you are?" Yuna says.
"Jemika Trandsend."
"Well then, Congratulations to our tributes Castor Faritas and Jemika Trandsend!" Yuna shouts.