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District 11 Reaping

Nolan Faust, 17

District 11 Male:

The sun beamed down on his heated neck, most-likely creating a sunburn or rash in the process. The red brick sidewalk thrived with small weeds and dandelions, seeping out through the small cracks of the moss-covered red bricks.

The apple orchards surrounding him stretched out for miles on end, filled with melancholy workers picking the various fruits and vegetables from their origin, whether it be a massively tall apple tree or a carrot deep in the roots of the ground.

His body ached and felt sore, his back having a sharp pain as he continued his way down the narrow pathway, observing the meadows that surrounded him. Nolan was the one who usually work on the fields and orchards day and night, especially since he became the only provider of the family recently.

His mother and father were sickly, both having throat and stomach problems. He assumed his mother had strep throat and his father had some sort of stomach virus. The illnesses weren't getting better, becoming worse by the day, and only Capitol treatment could save them before they would eventually die.

He tried to get his mind off of his parents sicknesses, but the thought was kept in the back of his mind. He decided to think about what was to come of this upcoming Reaping Day. Two young children would be put in the custody of the Capitol to be trained, examined, and sent out to an arena where only one, lucky tribute would survive. He didn't know who would get reaped or have any idea who it would be, but he hoped it would be someone strong and bulky with some sort of skill in weaponry so maybe they could bring back riches to the district.

A drop of sweat fell from his forehead from the immensely warm day, and he wiped it off, still staring at the landscape in front of him. The mossy pathway was still flourishing with weeds and the blades of grass from the meadows still stretched out on the flat terrain, only stopping at a mountain range miles away that served as a natural border for the west side of District 11.

The street he was walking down was pretty much empty, only with a handful of people walking in the distance in front of him. Coincidentally, on the same, almost-empty street, he noticed a figure walking down the pathway maybe 50 meters ahead of him that looked identical to his friend, Durian. He decided to run at a swift jog to catch up to the figure as he started to ponder if it truly was him.

And to his avail, he saw Durian in his bland, weathered, white t-shirt that had various holes and rips in it. He turned to Nolan and gave a wide smile.

"Hey Nolan," Durian said, his dark hair waving in the wind. His dark skin looked surprisingly pale today, probably out of hidden fear. The reason it would be 'hidden fear' was because he liked to act all tough and fearless, when he was actually fearful - just like every kid in 11. Matching his pale-ish skin, his normally crystal blue eyes seemed to fade into a light, pale blue.

"Hey..." Nolan said, his voice shaking a bit in fear. He wasn't the type to hide his fear, especially in this case scenario.

"What's wrong, you scared?" Durian asked, his voice not seeming empathetic at all, though. Durian always talked in monotone, not bothering to change his voice for any occasion rather it be a funeral or party. He always kept his deep, low, monotone voice no matter what.

"I mean, my name has been there a lot. There's a good chance I'll get reaped." Durian scoffed at this, disbelieving him the slightest bit.

"Nolan, there's 12,000 other kids that can be reaped, and you think you will, please..." Nolan ignored him, knowing that he would probably be the one to get reaped. There were 12,000 other kids that could get reaped, true, but only half of them were male, and even less naturally had many slips in the bowl, and even less had as much tesserae as he had used.

The flat terrain vaguely showed the town square, and Nolan could see the small dots that were the people crowding around the reaping. The square where The Reaping was held was still a mile away and not even relatively close to him. He gave a long sigh.

The empty streets of the district began to showcase markets and shops, still empty though due to Reaping Day, that lined up on the side of the streets. The sun beamed down on the various markets, making the wooden and metallic roofs of them glisten and create a vague reflection of the sky. The sun seemed to rise higher and heat District 11 even more, making the exposed skin on his neck already start to itch with a sunburn.

Nolan wiped another drop of sweat off of his heated forehead and looked back to the barely-visible town square to see the dots of people get larger and the town square begin to grow in size - which was only the illusion that was created as he walked closer to The Reaping ceremony.

He looked back to the orchards where the various workers were still picking out the crisp, fresh, juicy fruits and vegetables with the always melancholy look on their faces. Nolan had worked on the fields all of his life and never remembered having a miserable, melancholy look on his face. He rubbed his eyes and turned his head around to the direction of the town square where he saw the dots of people begin to look like actual humans and the town square started to showcase its full size.

"You ready?" Durian asked, wiping a drop of sweat off of his neck.

"I guess..." Nolan said, his face still looking at the town square that seemed to get larger with every step.

"Well, we're pretty much here," Durian remarked, staring at the crowds of people crowding the outskirts of the town square, leaning on a high fence surrounding it.

"Well then, may the odds be ever in your favor!" Nolan mimicked. They both laughed as they headed into the Reaping ceremony for whatever dangers to come their way this fateful day.

Symphony Ann Noble, 18,

District 11 Female:

"Move it, weirdo!"

Symphony pushed aside the scrawny, maybe 12 year old boy, who nearly tumbled into the rosebush next to him. She thought of him falling into the dirt and the prickly thorns of the bush, getting scratches all over his weak arms and ruining his reaping outfit and gave out an evil laugh.

The boy seemed poor - wearing a light blue t-shirt that already had a few stains here and there and rips on his tan khaki pants. It would be a pleasure for her to ruin his clothes - probably only one of the pairs he has, but her soft side hidden deep within her stopped her thoughts of that.

She walked down the cobblestone brick pathway from her house, her house relatively close from the town square where The Reaping's were held, maybe half a mile away, and she continued down the brick pathway, her pink and blue dyed hair in her face as she did so. Symphony's parents had died in a fire that engulfed her home in flames. She recently got the money as she had just come of age, and could afford anything she wanted.

She stared at the open meadow, stroking her short hair and tapping her finger against her thigh. Her long, slender body towered over another girl below her- maybe a 13 year old - that had an elfin look on her face accompanying her mysterious blue eyes. She speed-walked away from her, seeming nervous to stand even close to Symphony.

Symphony was intimidating to other girls, especially ones of short stature, and was a main reason she didn't have much friends. Her rebellious attitude, her pink and blue dyed hair, her teasing and bad thoughts, it all made her unlikable by girls her age.

Symphony ignored the thought and decided to worry about The Reaping - well, she didn't worry about it per se, she just hated the Hunger Games in general. The reason behind it was dumb to her and she thought it didn't need to exist.

Strands of her naturally coal black hair blew in her face and she set them off to the side, putting the strands behind her left ear so they wouldn't bother her anymore.

All she had to do was focus on what would come of today.

Today a male and female tribute would be reaped to probably die - at least that's what she thought in her mind. She mostly was a pessimist, not caring to see the 'optimistic' sides of things and just blurting out whatever she says, not matter how offensive or negative.

Symphony was also usually a girl of few words, only talking too much when she's teasing or intimidating someone, usually the little kids. She'd been a tomboy her entire life, never hanging around the girls that wore 'makeup' to enhance their looks or the ones who thought being rebellious was 'bad.'

Being rebellious was a way of life to Symphony, not an act she pulled off or a 'phase' she was going through. If it was a 'phase' it would've been a 8 year long phase, becoming a rebel and what others would call 'a bad girl' at age 10. No one - not even herself, knew why she was rebellious. All it did to Symphony was amuse her and make her feel important to society.

She stared down at the cobblestone brick pathway, sprawling with weeds and purslane, sticking up through the narrow cracks of the bricks. Symphony wondered how the weeds even made their way through the cracks of the bricks which barely had room to fit paper inside of them.

The town square appeared closer, growing in size with every step, and Symphony gave a long sigh.

She hated the Capitol and how it kills twenty-three children every year to 'remind the districts of their rebellion.' The rebellion had been 27 years ago and was for the Capitol's injustice treatment to the poor, dying districts who weren't thriving, unlike they Capitol said they were.

The Capitol thought they were 'friendly' and 'did the right thing for the districts,' which couldn't be more far from the actual truth.

The districts had been suffering ever since the spark of the first rebellion 36 years ago, when the people of Panem started to realize how the Capitol was manipulating and using them for their own, spoiled needs.

Symphony filled herself up in anger before forcing herself to calm down. She would have common anger attacks such as this one where she would have to trail her thought off to a different subject to calm herself or else she could be filled with rage for hours on end.

Symphony hadn't noticed how close she had gotten to The Reaping until she heard the eager talks of the parents lined up against the linoleum fence, hoping their child won't be the unlucky one to be reaped.

She turned her way towards the entrance of The Reaping the second she noticed this, and set off her way to the entrance to the Reaping ceremony. Whatever to come was what would come for the upcoming reaping and she had no control over it.

Nolan Faust, 17,

District 11 Male:

The line for the blood-drawing machine wasn't long and by the time a few minutes had passed, Durian was already at the table for the blood-drawing machine. The man - maybe in his mid-sixties - sat at his glum table alongside the blood-drawer.

"Finger!" the man commanded in his deep, sonorous voice. Durian handed over his finger and the man quickly pressed a button on his side of the table, enacting a trigger that pushed the needle down, letting drops of blood sprawl out of his finger.

The man flipped through the various pages full of names before coming to a halt and finding in dark, bold ink "Minerve, Durian" and commanded for him to place his finger on the same rough piece of paper that held his name.

Durian obliged and swiftly placed his finger on the paper and the man called the next person, who was Nolan, and he stepped forward.

"Finger!" the man yelled, with a serious tone in his voice. Nolan reluctantly handed over his finger, and the man quickly grabbed hold of it, placing it under the blood drawer and pressing the button that set the trigger and the needle for the drawer pierced Nolan's finger, two drops of blood appearing on the surface.

The man didn't have to go too long before finding the "F's" and locating 'Faust.' The man commanded he put his finger right under his name and he obliged, letting the blood dry up on the paper.

"Next!" The man called and Nolan got out of the way and was encountered by Durian who stood beside the line, waiting for Nolan to finish getting his blood drawn.

"Let's go..." Durian said, and Nolan followed. They travelled to the small section that was made for the 15 year olds and they stood beside each other at the edge of the section, right next to the cobblestone isle.

Nolan noticed the escort, Beatrice Honeysickle, walk out of the Justice Building with her white-powdered covered chin up, standing in a rather elegant way, with her sea blue outfit. Her wig was the color of crystals in the mines of 1, her dress was the color of the seas by 4, and her shoes were the blue midnight sky that covered the entire country of Panem.

She gave a wide smile, took a wave, gave a cheery applause, and cleared her throat before beginning to speak.

"Welcome! Welcome! I'm so very pleased to be with you today to chose the male and female tribute from District 11! As always, ladies first!" She walked over to the bowl filled with the names of fateful 12 to 18 year females olds and kept her hands arched out in an oddly proper way as she walked, making sure to twist her body with every step.

She waved her hand above the mountain of slips before choosing one at the very top, walking back to the microphone, and unfolding the slip. She cleared her throat for the second time and announced the name.

"The female tribute from District 11 will be...Symphony Ann Noble!"

Symphony Ann Noble, 18,

District 11 Female:

Symphony dropped her jaw in disgust, unsatisfied at what had just happened. She felt unfairly treated and would become property of the Capitol for the next week before being set off to an arena to die.

Symphony reluctantly made her way down the isle, pushing some girls to the side in rage as she made her way up the birch-wood staircase, and to the microphone where Beatrice stood.

"Hello honey! Do you have any thoughts on being reaped?" Beatrice kept her upbeat, bubbly attitude as she asked her the question that can basically be reworded to "What's your thoughts on getting a death sentence?"

Symphony shook her head in anger, not wanting to waste her words on a unsympathetic lapdog of the Capitol. Beatrice nodded and walked to the microphone to announce the male tribute.

"And now for the male tribute."

She walked to the bowl of various slips filled with even more slips of fateful 12 to 18 year olds and she selected one slip in the smack middle of the pile. Beatrice elegantly made her way back to the microphone, unfolded the slip, and read the name in the envelope.

"The male tribute from District 11 is...Nolan Faust!" You could almost hear the sobs of the presumable 'Nolan' as he made his way up the wooden steps and to the microphone.

"Do you have any thoughts on getting reaped?" Beatrice asked. Again, like Symphony, he shook his head violently, not daring to talk to a fake lapdog for the Capitol and gave a long, audible sigh.

"Our tributes from District 11! Symphony Ann Noble and Nolan Faust!" You could hear the slightest of applauds as the loud, obnoxious anthem began to play and Beatrice gestured us to enter the Justice Building.

"I'll be dead by the end of the first day," Symphony thought. "I'll be dead by the first day..."

There's the District 11 pair! Hope you liked them! If you just skipped down here from the beginning, it's fine, I don't care, I do that as well. The important note is that I'll be starting a sponsor system for Luck! I'll have more information on my profile tomorrow! That's it.

I'm also having sponsor point questions! PM or review the answer and you'll receive the amount of sponsor points next to it. I'll be making a sponsor point list soon as well. Anyways, here are the questions:

What color is Symphony's hair and is it (A) Long, (B) Medium, or (C) Short? Worth 10 points

What is Durian's last name? Worth 15 points

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