Could be black for the endless strife.
Red symbolizes the color of the heart, where cupid strikes with his tameless dart.
The sky may be blue, maybe gray, shows how life can change day by day.
Yellow in sunlight & spring flowers, I bask in them, hour upon hour.
Green as the emerald sea, brings peace of mind & tranquility.
Angels with wings of white, lift me off my feet to flight.
Avian stares across the room with a calm expression on his face, when I stare into his eyes they are cold and filled with something that I cannot describe. He presses a button that is positioned into the table in front of him and a blueish hologram. The eyes of everyone present flicker up to the image, most of us recognizing what he is showing us.
Images of teenagers flash by at an even pace, a girl with short dark hair and a malicious grin, a boy with curly brown hair and a calming smile. Each image is accompanied by a set of information that is displayed beside the picture. Name, age, and district, as well as a few others. These are the tributes he has chosen for this year's Games, the ones who will be "Reaped" in just a few days and sent into our waiting hands.
My eyes memorize each one of their faces, and place them to a name. I can't help but picture them in my arena, picture one of the smaller ones pushed up into the walls of the place I designed with a knife drawn to their throat. My mind fills with everything that will make this arena a glorious one.
Then the images begin to turn sadder, and I realize that these tributes are the ones from the outer districts, the ones that everyone knew had no chance of winning. Their faces were less joyful, a sad smile or a blank expression taking over their young faces. The holograms show a young girl with beautiful eyes and my heart melts because I see her crying. Not in the picture, not in a literal sense. The tears I see are only in my imagination, created because I know she is going to die and that my arena will be the last place she sees.
Suddenly I hate myself, I no longer can look at the names and I don't let myself see how old the girl is or what she is called. But when a sheet of paper appears in front of me, I know I will have no escape from these children with their sad eyes and forced grins. Their names are all right there for me to read in black and red.
The Tributes
District One
Female: Callena Martis, 17
Male: Jax Cutrialy, 17
District Two
Female: Maxon Slate, 17
Male: Vulcan Crater, 18
District Three
Female: Wyre Felix, 14
Male: Fuze Lypton, 16
District Four
Female: Faye Darson, 18
Male: Caddis Tamar, 18
District Five
Female: Miram Rivett, 15
Male: Toriton Aszero, 15
District Six
Female: Mayli Dear, 16
Male: Geare Petrol, 13
District Seven
Female: Kiera Maaz, 16
Male: Alpine Deerden, 17
District Eight
Female: Areyna Kyte, 12
Male: Sedo Monya, 16
District Nine
Female: Lylac Medo, 13
Male: Noeah Hazurn, 17
District Ten
Female: Enya Hale, 15
Male: Dove Uppercut, 18
District Eleven
Female: Olive Farah, 18
Male: Cain Frost, 17
District Twelve
Female: Amaran Luminera, 18
Male: Rivers Bishop, 14
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I really appreciate hearing your thoughts on the tributes. It helps me to understand what you guys want from certain characters and also gets me to understand whether you guys get what is going on. If you ever have any questions ask me in review or PM me and I would be happy to clarify!
If you don't like reviewing that's fine, just don't be surprised if your tribute gets very little focus and dies early. It's just fair to give the people who I know are reading the story more for their character and a longer life.