As the females take their spots next to their escorts, the males begin the same procedure. Everyone looks at each other, trying not to show fear within their eyes. Oh yea, it's fine. I might be picked for my death sentence, I am completely fine. Some only wish to be as confident as others. They look at the excited, confident, scared or unsure girl on the stage, hoping not to join her in the death match.
District 1:
"What a lovely name, if I do say so myself, my dear." She places a hand on Diamond Cortez's shoulder. Diamond Tiara, the escort, slowly moves to the boy's Reaping bowl, covered in emeralds along with diamonds.
Her Capitol dyed hand goes in, fishes for a name, and plucks one name out. She walks to the microphone, unfolding the male tribute's name. She opens it, and speaks in a commanding voice.
"Gemstone Silvers."
Heads turn to a scrawny twelve year old boy. Fear has already passed his face, leaving him with tears in his eyes. His clothes weren't as fitted as some people, seeing that it bags over his body. He takes small, short steps to Diamond Tiara, wishing that it wasn't his name being called.
A commotion was stirring in the seventeen year olds section. A male with black hair moves out of his section. "I volunteer for him! I volunteer as tribute!" Gemstone doesn't protest, he runs back to his section in glee. The boy walks up onstage and stands ten feet away from Diamond.
"What is your name?" the escort asks.
"Ian Strace." He says, looking at the boy he volunteered for.
"District One, I give you your tributes! Diamond Cortez and Ian Strace!" Diamond Tiara asks them to shake hands. Once they did, they were ushered into the JusticeBuilding to say their goodbyes.
District 2:
"With no volunteers for Miss Miller, let's continue on with the boys." Scootaloo says, moving toward the boys bowl, also rimmed with graphite.
She reaches her hand in and selects the name on the top. A few children lean forward to hear the name of the boy tribute.
"Brick…"
A male voice erupts from the eighteen year old section. "I volunteer!" A boy with brown hair and dressed in a slick tuxedo walks to the stage, and stand beside his district partner.
Scootaloo comes over and makes him state his name. "My name is Caden Miller." Scootaloo lets out a sound of shock from her mouth.
"Well, well, well. In a turn of events, we have a brother sister team here. Give it up for our tributes!"
Caden and Kleo hug rather than shake hands while the crowd cheers for them.
District 3:
Braeburn reaches his hand into the bowl with the blue wiring on the rim. His hand grabs a single name, and he is ready to announce that name to the whole district. He unfolds the name, taking his time with it.
"Dust…"
"I volunteer!" a boy from the seventeen year old section screams out. He leaves his section, ready to join Violet onstage. On the way to the stage, he fixed a button on his shirt and gave a sneer towards the parent's section.
Braeburn grabs his newest volunteer. "What pizzazz! What is your name?"
"Daniel Kelly." He says, his eyes flickering at the crowd.
The district escort introduces this year's tributes and asks them to shake hands. They are escorted into the JusticeBuilding, away from their home.
District 4:
"Now, for the boys." Noi squeals, moving toward the Reaping bowl designed similarly to the girl's bowl. She reaches a hand in, her fingers catching on a single name. She holds out the name for all to see, and unfolds it. She clears her throat before she reads the unlucky boy.
"Sebastian…"
"I volunteer!" A voice cries from the seventeen year old section. A boy with slicked back hair and a blue suit walks toward Noi. People stare as he walks, noticing a bone necklace on his throat.
He meets Noi at the stairs, and she leads him to the microphone. "Two volunteers! How exciting! Tell us your name."
"Predator Fazaysia." He answers, looking at the crowd. He spots a girl in the seventeen year old section, and locks his gaze with hers. She pulls away as Predator and Maya shake hands.
Noi introduces them, and shoos them into the JusticeBuilding.
District 5:
Silver Spoon moves her silver hand into the boy's bowl, adorned in blue lightning bolts. Her hand reaches in, and grabs the first slip on the top. Her hands latch onto the slip and move back to the microphone. Isadora watches as her escort unfolds the name and reads out the male tribute.
"Rod Bolts."
A small fourteen year old boy moves from his section. He walks confidently, eager even, to the stage. He smoothes out his black suit and runs a hand over his combed, blond hair. He stares directly at Silver Spoon, not looking at anyone but this woman. He climbs the stairs, being helped up by his silver escort.
"Would anyone like to volunteer?" She asks, looking at the crowd of children. An ominous silence is their answer.
"Well, then. I give you your tributes. Isadora Jolf and Rod Bolts! Go on, you two. Shake hands."
Rod looks at the girl beside him, a glint of recognition in his eyes. He stretches his hand out, and Isadora takes it. For that quick moment, everything seemed natural. That moment ended when Silver Spoon led them into the JusticeBuilding.
District 6:
Kira introduced herself and Shining Armor moved his way to the boys bowl, this one with cars on the rim. His pale hand goes into the bowl, digging to find one name. He grabbed a name, and crossed to the microphone.
Paper unfolding filled the district and the boys act confident for the cameras. "Ryan Yitch!"
Heads turn to Ryan, his brown eyes trying to avoid contact. He steps out from his section, hoping not to trip on the too large shoes on his feet. As he reaches the stairs, he looks for his mother. She urges him to go up the stairs. His eyes then land on a girl from the sixteen year old section, and he quickly goes up the stairs.
Shining placed his hands on Ryan's shoulders and placed him next to Kira. "May I introduce your tributes, Ryan Yitch and Kira Shock!"
The pair shake hands, and are prepared to say their goodbyes.
District 7:
Berry Punch moves her way to the boy's bowl, covered in trees as well. Her purple tinted hand grabs a name and moves back to announce who it is.
"Jackson Fleming."
A boy from the fourteen year old section silently gets out of his section. A few people stare, everyone knows who Jackson is. Even Shelia knows who Jackson is. His family is wealthy, owning the largest lumber company in District 7.
Jackson silently moves to Berry Punch as a seventeen year old boy with a plaid lumberjack shirt steps into the isles. "I volunteer!"
Berry's eyes widen. "I believe we have a volunteer!"
The boy crosses to Jackson. "Go back to your section."
"No! Why are you doing this? No! No!" Jackson screams for his volunteer. A man, similar looking to Jackson, grabs the screaming boy and takes him to the parent section. The volunteer goes toward the stage.
He walks up, towering over Shelia and Berry Punch. "What is your name?"
"Linden Ulmus." He replies, glancing at an upset Jackson.
"I give you your tributes, District Seven! Shelia Carwell and Linden Ulmus!"
District 8:
"Camden Pheon!" Cosmic Sky announces the name.
Heads turn to a lanky boy in the fourteen year old section. His face, as pale as it was, turned ghost white. His dark eyes look around the crowd. He finds a twelve year old boy, tears in his eyes, urging him to go up the stairs. He stands stiffly for a few seconds before accepting his fate.
He walked slowly to the stage, taking the walk of death that Flim took before him. Tears sting his eyes, clouding his vision. He walks to the stairs, almost tripping on each step. He wipes the unnecessary tears away as he makes his way to Cosmic.
His eyes glaze over the crowd. The twelve year old boy was now silently sobbing. He looked for his mother, and found her, holding onto his little sister. Don't worry. I will make it home and give us riches from the Capitol.
"May I present to you, your tributes! Flim Tayles and Camden Pheon!" Cosmic grabs both of their hands and throws them into the air.
District 9:
Film Reel plucks a name from the bowl, covered in grain, and moves to the microphone. She takes her time unfolding the name, and reads it loud and clear.
"Rye Corn."
Silence took over the square. A few murmurs were heard from the fourteen year old section, along with some shuffling. A few kids move away from the shuffling noise, unsure of what is going on.
"Rye? Where are you?" Film says, moving a strand of hair from her eyes. The shuffling has stopped, but Rye was no where to be found.
Suddenly, a boy with messy blond hair walks from his section. He straightens his shirt and continues to walk. He uses his fingers to comb his hair, and he continues his way to Film Reel. He walks up the stairs, not looking at the sections in the crowd. He walks to Film, ready to accept his death sentence.
"I give you your tributes, Jayd Blair and Rye Corn!"
The frightened children are then led into the JusticeBuilding.
District 10:
"Now, for the boys." Kiani crosses to the boy's bowl, decorated like the girl's. Her purple hand grabs a single name, and she walks toward the microphone.
"Oliver Huxley."
A little fourteen year old boy stood in silence. He brushed his hair from his eyes and began his death walk that Stiles took before him. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going…
"Oliver!" A voice called out. A tall boy walked out of the seventeen year old section. "Oliver! I volunteer for him! I volunteer as tribute!" Oliver ran into the boy's white shirt, leaving tears on it.
"How lovely!" Kiani says, beckoning the boy to come up onto the stage. Jada's eyes look to the two boys, hugging and saying silent goodbyes.
Peacekeepers dragged Oliver off of the boy and the volunteer walked up onstage. Kiani, even in six inch heels, was not as tall as this boy.
"What is your name?" Kiani puts a microphone to his mouth.
"October Huxley."
"I bet my buttons that was your brother. Well, District Ten! I give you your tributes! Lana Ray Smith and October Huxley."
District 11:
Golden Harvest grabbed a name, and read it to all of District 11. "Jason Abonson."
A sickly pale boy from the sixteen year old section started to walk up. His eyes were bloodshot and he seemed deathly sick. As he walked, everyone looked at Jason, then to each other. Well, volunteer for him. No, he was picked. Do it!
A brave boy from the twelve section yelled in a high voice. "I volunteer! Jason! I volunteer!" Everyone looked at this brave twelve year old, volunteering for a sixteen year old.
Golden Harvest did protest. He asked for the volunteer to come up to the stage. The boy walked past Jason, mouthing the word sorry before continuing up the stairs. His clothes have dirt on them, his white tee shirt looking a little muddy. He ignored the stares and met Golden Harvest on stage.
"Such bravery! What is your name, young man?"
"Jack Abonson." He replies.
"Well, District Eleven, I give you your tributes. Saely Taylor and Jack Abonson!"
The two shook hands and were ushered into the Hall of Justice.
District 12:
Meadow continued to wipe tears away as Junebug grabbed a name from the boys bowl, also covered in coal dust.
"Blake Crane." Junebug's deep voice said.
A thirteen year old boy, weakened with hunger, makes his way to the stage. His death walk is long, taking his time and trying to drag this out. He doesn't want to die. No one does. But, his death has come quicker than others. Depending if they don't die of starvation first.
A shrill voice from the twelve year old section calls above the crowd. "I volunteer!" Junebug stands in awe as the little boy walks forward in his green suit. His blond hair is combed to one side, showing off his blue eyes. He's a merchant child. Or an overly rich child. Take your pick.
He walks up onstage, leaving Blake behind. He stands beside the manly girl onstage and says his name. "My name is Playton Reyes."
"Well, District Twelve's first volunteer in over one hundred years! Give it up for Playton." Relentless claps fill the town square for the boy. Did he know what he got himself into?
Junebug introduces the newest tributes and takes them to the JusticeBuilding.
District 13:
"Now, for the gentlemen." Majesty Goodball says, moving to the bowl decorated similarly to the girls. Her dyed skin hand goes in and her fingers dig for a name. Her fingers reach the bottom of the bowl, grabbing a name at the very bottom.
When she comes back to the microphone, she unfolds the paper and reads off the male tribute. "Titus…"
"I volunteer." A male voice says from the thirteen year old section. That boy didn't care who Titus was. He walks up on stage, his dark brown hair slicked back and his gray suit complimenting his tanned skin. A few girls look at him with admiration, others with worry.
The boy moves his way to the stage, going to take his place next to Melinda. Everyone, despite their age, looks at this boy. His attractiveness will surely get him sponsors, and he will make far in the Games. They need not to worry about him.
"What is your name, young man?" Majesty asks when meeting this handsome boy.
"Tartan Blade." He replies.
Majesty congratulates him and introduces District 13's very first pair of tributes. They are then whisked away to the JusticeBuilding, where they will say goodbye to their families.
District 14:
Orion grabs a name from the boy's bowl, wasting no time with useless chit-chat. A name is in between his fingers, ready to be read for the whole district. Amelie stands onstage, ready to leave for the Capitol. Some of these escorts can really drag out this Reaping thing.
"Dario…"
"I volunteer!" A male voice from the eighteen year old section calls out. He walks out from his section, his auburn hair blowing in the slight breeze. His black shirt hugs his body, and his shorts show off some muscles.
Amelie hides the shock deep in her eyes as the volunteer walks up on stage. Her eyes flicker as her eyes meet his. Orion grabs the boy and asks for a name.
"My name is Blakely Sage."
"A brother sister team? How lovely! District Fourteen, I give you your first pair of tributes. Amelie and Blakely Sage!"
Amelie is reluctant to hug her brother, but they do before they are escorted into the JusticeBuilding. Why did you volunteer? I can handle myself!
A/N: All the Reapings are completed! Now, the goodbye chapters will be split into about 3 or 4 parts. I saved most of the family info just for those chapters. May the odds be ever in your favor!
Answers:
1. How old was President Snow when the Games began? 1.
2. How did Marvel die in the movie? Arrow through the heart rather than in the neck.
3. Who are the Career districts in the movie? 1 and 2.
4. Who led the Second Rebellion? Plutarch Heavensbee. (If you said Katniss, I gave it to you.)
5. Who marries Finnick and Annie? Dalton from 10.
**BONUS**: The tributes that died during the bloodbath are D3 female, D4 male, D5 male, D6 male and female, D7 male and female, D8 male, D9 male and female, and D10 male.
All my escort names came from background ponies on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
Questions:
1. What is the title of the parody book to The Hunger Games?
2. What was the crew given name to the District 8 girl?
3. What were Cato's odds at winning?
4. What was the arena for the Third Quarter Quell?
5. Whose name was never said in the movie?
**BONUS**: List five notable differences between the movie and the book. (DONE FROM MEMORY, PLEASE!) If you list 5 that I approve, your tribute moves up three spots.
Oh, and you know that poll on my profile? Please take it. It would help me decide which stories to write first and which order they come in. I also forgot to mention, but when you answer trivia questions correctly, you can split up your winnings between your tributes. For example, I can move up any tribute four spots. But, I would like to move my D3 girl up three and my D1 boy one spot.
*NOTE: After the tribute parade, I will post the amount of Sponsor Points everyone has. I will update that list every so often, especially after the bloodbath.
MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!