District 4: The Reaping
On May 15th, the district that supplied the Capitol with exotic seafood stood in front of the Justice building, waiting for their escort to begin the reaping. Many of the elder tributes stood anxiously, wanting their moment to shine. You could practically hear the sighs of female Capitols as a camera flew over the soon-to-be male tributes.
'Welcome everybody!' a high-pitched voice rang out as a young Capitol woman walked onto stage. Her hair was died bright blue with green highlights here and there. 'To the 96th Hunger Games! Lets choose our tributes!'
Cheers came from the crowd as she walked over in her 3 inch platform heels. She dipped a hand in and pulled out a piece of paper.
'Emma Riley!'
A fourteen year old girl walked out into the aisle as cheers came from behind the ropes. Her bronze hair shimmered in the death rays of the sunlight. As she walked up the stairs, she mumbled a quiet: 'Why me?' when she reached the stage, she flashed the crowd a bright smile. Everything about her screamed district 4: her outfit, that consisted of a blue skirt and matching dress shoes and a white tank top that resembled a foamy colour, her bronze hair and even her eyes. Those beautiful bright green eyes that looked like they could glow in the dark shone into the crowd, almost twinkling.
The escort grinned at the tribute and moved along to the men's tribute bowl.
'Balin Hardy!'
Swoons and shouts of joy escaped the crowd's lips as the seventeen year-old walked onto the stage. You could tell by his facial expressions that he was devastated as he tried to mask it up. His dirty blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight as he turned his head to smile at the audience. His bright blue eyes sagged ever so slightly.
Again, you could practically hear the sighs from the Capitol, and the escort. District 4's escort was literally licking her lips as she stared at his muscular body, wondering what type of body he had under his light blue button-up shirt.
Unwillingly, the male tribute touched a scar just below his left eye. He got the nasty scar by his abusive father. When he was twelve, he got to kill the devil-man. Why? He attacked his mother and out of defence, Balin threw a spear that pierced the man's heart. The memory still haunts him.
The escort, after controlling herself by reminding he was a tribute, returned to the mike and bid a farewell to the crowd.
'Happy Hunger games and may the odds be ever in your favour!'
From there, the two tributes walked in an awkward silence to separate waiting rooms, awaiting their family and friends to bid a farewell.