Sorry that it has been awhile, but that doesn't matter, right? Hopefully you like this chapter, as we are in one of my favorite Districts in the Hunger Games Universe, District Eight!
I know alot of people think district 8 is boring textiles, but I personally like it for some reason. I guess maybe because they helped ALOT with the rebellion.
Anyways, here is Adley Bellemonte and Rayon Linden!
Also, if you reserved a tribute, please submit soon, or I might have to un-reserve them.
Also warning, I don't own The Hunger Games and this Chapter contains mild swearing. Obviously.
(Also I changed the title, although I can gurantee that you probably don't care)
Rayon Linden, District 8 Male, 15 Years Old:
"Of course I can do it better than you. I can do anything better than you." Rayon said to his friend Brocade. With those words, he did a backflip on the front lawn of his house. He could be considered an upper-class citzen, considering the fact that he can afford a front lawn.
"I'm impressed." Brocade said simply. He did a double flip, and succesfully pissed off Rayon.
"Whatever, that's like the only thing you can beat me at." In all actuality, Rayon was pretty average at everything, but he always acted like an extremly talented individual.
"Ok sure... Anyways I'm going home. See ya later at the reaping!" Brocade responded. He began to walk away, starting to wonder if their friendship was worth it. The only reason Brocade was putting up with Rayon's bad behavior was because he was hoping to get Rayon to give him a little bit of money to help feed his own family.
While his 'friend' walked away, Rayon walked back into his house, audibly sighing. "Mom, did you wash my red shirt that I wore on Thursday?"
"No, I never got around to it." Eden, his mother, responded.
"Of course you didn't."
"Don't talk to your mother that way young man." Rayon's father, Monet said in an attempt to reprimand his son.
It didn't work. Rayon just rolled his eyes and marched off to his room.
"Ready to go?" Eden said quietly.
"Yeah, I guess." Rayon said back, moving at a slow pace toward the door. A few years ago, his parents made him go start working at the factory's because he caused too much trouble at school, so he now had a slightly hunched over back.
The Linden family began to make their way toward the square. They lived fairly close to the place, so time wasn't a concern. They eventually split up and Rayon got his finger pricked.
He found his way to the 15 year old section and began to talk to Brocade, who was completely spaced out and wasn't listening to a word Rayon was saying.
Our escort Pluto walked out of the Justice Building, putting an abrupt end to the boys' conversation.
Rayon glared daggers at Pluto. He hated that obnoxius man with all of his being. After attempting to act cool and use slang, a woman yelled for him to the shut the hell up. Rayon smirked.
Pluto took this as his signal to start the Reapings. He walked over to the female bowl, plucked out a slip, and unfolded it. "Adley Bellemonte."
A scream rang out from the crowd reserved for adults. "No way in Hell! First you take my son away, and now my daughter? This is bullshit! A small figure began weaving it's way through the 13-year-old section and stepped up to the stage. She tried her best to keep her face placid, and she stood emotionless as he walked over to the bowl full of male names.
"Rayon Linden will be the dude representing District Eight." An array of emotions began to boil to the surface in Rayon's stomach. Part of him wanted to smile, but another part of him wanted to cry or strangle someone.
But the emotions soon passed and he put on his signature smirk before marching to the stage.
After taking the microphone out of Pluto's hand, Rayon already got to work on the angle he decided for the games.
An arrogant, cocky, and rude teenager.
"That's the ugliest suit I've ever seen." Rayon quickly threw the microphone to the floor and began to walk toward the Justice Building.
Peacekeepers began to swarm him and bring him inside the building, when Pluto called out after him. "Your paying for that!"
"Like I give a Shit." he snapped back. Before Rayon could say any more, the peacekeepers roughly shoved him into the Goodbye Rooms.
While waiting for his visitors, Rayon looked into the mirror and fixed his messy black hair. Along with his dark hair, Rayon was pretty tall, had grey eyes, and pale skin.
The door opened up behind him and he spun around. His mother and father stood there. "My poor baby!" Eden shouted, running at her son to give him an embrace.
"Don't ever call me that again." Rayon said with disgust.
"Take this. I was going to sell it today, but I thought that I should give it to you instead..." Eden replied gleefully, as if her son hadn't said anything. She placed a necklace into the palm of his hand. Peacekeepers took his parents away before Rayon's father could say anything, so Rayon shoved the necklace hastily into his pocket while waiting for his next visitor.
"You should win this. As you always say, your the best at just about everything." Brocade said with an extremely sarcastic tone as he walked briskly into the room.
Even if Rayon did notice the sarcasm, he didn't say anything about it. "That's true. I am going to win these games, and their is nothing you can say or do about it!" Rayon shouted, his confidence rising.
"Whatever. Good luck." Brocade replied cooly before walking out of the room.
As his 'friend' left the room, a cold air seemed to spread over Rayon's body.
Adley Bellemonte, District 8 Female, 13 Years Old:
13 year old Adley Bellemonte quickly moved her fingers to manipulate the strings to tie together. She was getting better at sewing everyday.
"Nice work." Hailay, the woman who is teaching Adley how to sew, said loudly.
"Thanks, I think I'm getting better." The young girl replied back quietly.
Adley was never the first one to start a conversation; she didn't really like talking. She was very shy, and often found the only way to entertain herself and escape from the harsh reality's of living in Panem was by using her imagination.
Adley snapped out of her thoughts and quickly packed up her things. She bounded out of the steps of the factory on her quest to get home. The streets of District 8 where dirty and dusty and Adley looked around with a sigh, wishing she could make the dark and foggy place she calls home more colorful.
Before she knew it, she was climbing the steps of her porch and walking into her home. The door creaked open eerily. "Dad?" the 13-year-old shouted. The house appeared to be empty.
She suddenly noticed a note sitting on the kitchen table. Could it be about her mother?
Adley's mother was taken away by peacekeepers at a young age, and Adley never exactly knew why. From the little information she was given, however, Adley came to the conclusion that her mother was leading a small rebellion in the district to stop the games, but was caught. She always tried to get answers from her dad and her brother, but they where always very vague.
Thinking of her brother nearly made Adley drop the note. Her brother, who would be 17 now, died in the hunger games 2 years ago. Her father, Geradd, said that it was very unlucky that he was picked, but Adley knew better. It was obvious that the reaping was rigged and they wanted to give a punishment to Mrs. Bellemonte and her rebelious actions.
The fact that the reapings where rigged made her fear of being picked herself stronger than ever.
Adley studied the note in her hands carefully. It was from her father.
Dear Adley,
I'm regretful to say that I will not see you before the reaping today, as my boss is extending hours at the factories. I promise I will see you after the reaping, and I wish you all the luck in the world.
Your Father, Geradd
A single tear went down Adley's eye, as she was looking forward to seeing her father before the reapings today. She set the note back down, but noticed a few extra words on the bottom that her thumb had covered earlier.
P.S. I have a little suprise for you in your room.
That one sentence was enough to clear Adley's mind and her grief was soon replaced by joy. She bounded up the steps of their small house and ran into her room.
Laying on her bed was a brand new skirt and blouse, both colored brown. She ran over to the outfit, and saw brown boots to go along with the outfit. They all matched her dark brown eyes and hair.
She would look perfect today.
After solemnly walking by herself to the reapings and getting her finger pricked, she walked toward the 13 year old section. She had her imaginary friend, Violet, with her, but she was kind of growing a bit to old for Violet, so the imaginary girl did little to comfort Adley's stress.
Mayor Cotton gives a boring speech and does an absolute horrible job of trying to get the crowd excited. He just introduces Pluto, who is District 8's escort. He is wearing an obnoxious crisp blue suit and walks out of the Justice Building with swag. Adley rolled her eyes. How was he taking these reapings so lightly? In case he hasn't noticed, two children are being sent to their death!
" 'Sup District Eight? My homies out there ready for the reaping?"
"Shut the hell up and pull out a name already!" A strong female voice cried out from the back of the crowd. The woman pushed her way to the front of the crowd of adults, and Adley noticed that she shared a striking resemblance with the woman. Then two peacekeepers quickly ran up to her and tightened the rope on her hands. She must be a prisoner then. Adley thought, not thinking twice about the encounter.
Pluto seemed unaffected by the disruption. He strutted over to the Female Bowl and plucked a slip off the top. As clear as day, he read the name. "Adley Bellemonte."
"No way in Hell!" The same woman from earlier shouted. "First you take my son away, now my daughter? This is bullshit!"
A million questions swirled around in Adley's mind, and she briefly forgot that she had been picked for slaughter. Is that my mom?
Slowly, Adley made her way to the stage, trying to look fearless next to Pluto, although fear and curiosity where the only two emotions that the she felt right now.
Adley barely paid any attention to the male who was selected, and instead locked eyes with her 'mother'.
The so-called Rayon Linden marched to the stage with more arrogance than Adley thought was possible. He ripped the microphone out of Pluto's hand and shouted, "That's the ugliest suit I've ever seen." Pluto looked offended, but Rayon quickly threw the microphone to the floor.
"Your paying for that!" Pluto shouted back at the 15 year old boy.
"Like I give a shit." Rayon barked back. He walked into the Justice Building, and Adley quickly followed.
She stepped into the Goodbye Rooms, and her father walked in.
"You where right! It was rigged! I should of known that this was going to happen! I should have prepared you! It's all my fau-"
"Stop! It's not your fault." Is the only thing she said before they embraced in a hug. After he left, Hailay walked in and wished her good luck. She assumed that those would be her only visitor, when another person came in.
It was the woman from earlier.
"Mom...?"
Cliffhanger.
The Next District Reaping will be a trip to District 4, which introduces Rio Conch and Fisher Lyle!
Questions, same as usual:
1) Who do you like better? Why?
2)Thoughts on Rayon?
3)Thoughts on Adley?
That's all guys! School has been stressful as grades are due soon, so Homework, Exams, and Projects have all made me very busy. Hopefully I will update soon, and I certainly hope that you like this chapter!
Also, I kind of made Adley a bit more imaginative then normal and Rayon a bit more arrogant then normal, but I feel that making a certain personality trait extreme helps characters stand out better.
One last thing...
Check out Red Roses1000's SYOT titled "A Spell Broken - The 76th Hunger Games". I submitted and I really want some more SYOT's to start up as pretty much all of the stories I submitted to either gave up, is on hiatus, or didn't recieve enough tributes. Anyways, its really good so check it out!
-THG19
