DISTRICT ONE REAPING
{District One, Two, Three, Four and Seven are full. PLEASE SUBMIT GUYS! I'll make a tribute list soon.}
Shea Rose
I cannot contain my absolute excitement when I attend the Reaping.
My family beam at me when I walk into the room. My hair hangs on my shoulder and I have a light blue dress with a purple ribbon around my waist that gets up to my knees and has silver flowers embroidered up to my hips{A/N:Ruetheday, if you disagree with this outfit, please PM me!} and flat shoes that are a darker blue.
"You look absolutely gorgeous darling!" My mother smiles widely.
"My dear, who wouldn't sponsor such a star like you?" My father compliments.
"Thanks Mother, Father." I give a twirl. "It's such a lovely dress."
I enter the Reaping line, giving my brother an arrogant smile. He rolls his eyes. He's simply jealous that I'm going to get in. I push my way to the front, watching.
"Welcome, my darlings, welcome, to the District One reapings for the annual 24th Hunger Games~" Our escort, Elysia Paradisa, announces through the microphone. "Before we pick the names of the most fortunate boy and girl to represent their district, we must go through our Treaty of Treason!" She orders some Peacekeepers to turn the movie on. I groan. It's thirty minutes long! Half an hour! Get to the point, you old hag!
Mimblo Karid
I drift off into a daydream, the words represent their district echoing in my head. "Now, ladies first!" She calls.
My head lifts up quickly, eager to seem my new partner. I hope she's ugly, cause I won't kill a pretty lady.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the female Tribute for District One is... SHEA ROSE!"
A girl grins and runs out of the crowd, going up the stairs and accidentally hugging the escort. Elysia's purple wig tilts to the side.
"Umm... Yes, so you are Shea Rose? Yes? You must be the most excited girl I've ever met." She smiles briefly, then trots (yes, she trotted! I almost laughed) to the boys glass bowl. "The male tribute representing District One is... Mimblo Karid!"
I say 'yes' and try to figure out what my fellow tribute is thinking. Ew! His hair is in a blonde ponytail and reaches his waist, but it isn't very visible and his hair simply looks like it's up to his ears. His eyes are a strange purply blue colour and look a little feminine. Mascara, maybe? Some boys use it too, so I'm not surprised. He is wearing a black button up shirt, with pearls as buttons, by the way, and has matching pants. He reminds me of a butler I once knew, but I don't tell him that. Maybe before I kill him, I'll call him a girly butler boy. I might have over described myself.
"And, as you know, volunteers may be taken." Shea glares down the girls and I crack my knuckles. No one dares take our place.
Elysia smiles with fake sweetness and makes us shake hands. I smile at Shea,
"Get ready to lose, sweetheart."
"I'm not planning on losing, 'darling'."
