I'm sorry I haven't updated for ages. Umm, I had lots of homework? I guess that's not an excuse.
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Suddenly remembering the reapings, I turned the TV back on. While doing so I ended up tripping on a chair leg, sprawling myself across the room, and bashing my shoulder on the side of the sofa. Howling in pain I rolled around on the ground for a moment before remembering my purpose. I had gotten up and was brushing myself off when my avox appeared at the door. She was swiftly walking around and collecting the plate I had used earlier, along with several other trays she had found lying around the quarters and picked up on the way in.
I nodded to her briefly, and motioned for her to grab me the remote that was on the table by the door. Settling into a comfy position on the sofa, I extended my hand behind my back and felt the little clicker settle into my palm nicely. I could definitely get used to being a Gamemaker, if it didn't always come with the threat of execution. I flicked my finger and hit a small red button on the control, lighting the blank, dark screen with a bright, white light, ah, just in time for district two.
A pretty girl was gracefully making her way onto the stage, her large brown eyes narrowing more the closer she got to the stage, and her messy auburn hair floating behind her slender figure. District two's girl was a nice looking one to be sure. She spared a small glance at the crowd, her tanned skin staying the same colour and her eyes intense with an emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint.
"My name is Siene Mahone, and I will win this year's hunger games," the girl announced, staring into a camera and daring anyone to speak out against her or tell her that she was wrong. Her soft outfit, consisting of a light blue top and a ruffled grey skirt, seemed to contradict her hard personality so much that it almost was comical, almost.
"So she isn't a shy one, huh?" I murmured to myself. I wrote down a little note for myself on the electronic pad next to me.
"Siene Mahone, everybody!" called the District 2 escort, smiling a million-watt smile, like he had won the lottery. Which I'm sure he thought he had, wasn't it just last year that he was in District 9? I examined his neon orange hair and baby blue skin, nodding thoughtfully. Well, wasn't he just a lucky duck that 9 had won last season.
"And now for the boys!" he called, crossing the stage to the other bowl with a hint of a skip.
"This year's lucky winner is... Doug Philips!" announced the escort in a male pitched squeak, glancing around to see where the contestant would pop up. The cameras zoomed in on a tall, pale boy was making his way to the stage, his dark, curly hair blowing in the wind. The girls in the Capitol would be all over this guy for sure, and if he played how he looked, he would definitely get a lot of sponsors. He glared at the blue escort when he reached out to shake hands, causing the escort to retract his hand and wipe it nervously on his tiger striped blazer. Ugh, these escorts were ridiculous, always trying to start new fads.
"Everyone give it up for this year's tributes!" He cheered, scurrying off stage quickly with the two menacing tributes following behind.
The screen quickly switched from the pair from District 2, to the extremely anxious crowd from District 3, nervously awaiting the reaping and standing among tall, dirty buildings. They buzzed about with fear and most had a frazzled look about them as they watched their children like hawks, praying that their offspring would not be chosen.
Jerry Frade, the District three's mentor, began an awkward and mumbled speech about how district 3 was going to win this year's games. I sighed and shook my head at Jerry, silently. It had been years since three had won but, of course, they were always hoping.
"... So the odds... will be ever... in our favour," he finished, and twitched over to where his chair on the side of the stage was, safely away from the blunt of the spotlight.
"This year's girl tribute for the games will be... Rhiannon Lash!" called out their peppy escort. A blond, almost golden haired girl was bravely making her way up the steps of the stage while several cries of sorrow echoed around the square. The girl shakily smiled at someone in the audience, her green, knee length dress blowing behind her in the wind, creating an angel-like impression, while her grey eyes stormed about listlessly. She looked straight at one of the cameras for a moment, smiling sadly before Ms. Perky started to speak again.
"And the boy tribute this year will be... Charles Hunter!" Charles made his way up to the stage, limping slightly. The bright pink and green guide gave him her attempt at a warm smile which was greeted by an ice cold glare.
I now felt genuinely sorry for the escort, she had tried and tried and tried to get these people excited about the reaping but no one seemed to even want to put even a fraction of a percentage of effort into the festivities. Ultimately, I think she gave up, figuring that there were better things to put forward with her hard work . I watched her as she sighed and clomped off the stage, defeated by the lack of enthusiasm at the reaping.
The tributes hastily shook hands, unable to meet their new opponent's eyes, and sauntered off to their justice building to have a few last moments with their families. I wondered if I should feel sorry for them too, but quickly passed the notion away in my head. They were Districts, and you were not supposed to feel bad for the Districts.
District 4 had a slightly happier look to it, but maybe that was just because the escort there was a lot more cheerful and had the ability to get the crowd excited. I watched as she hopped along the stage, smiling and waving like it was her biggest moment.
"It's time to pick the tributes!" She boomed excitedly, the long, purple, sparkling dress engulfing her large, orange frame.
"Ladies first!" Nell called, waddling towards the girl's reaping bowl and dunking her fat hand into it, she wiggled the extreme appendage around until she caught a name and read slowly in her big voice. "This year's female tribute is... Kyra Ivanova!" People cheered and clapped a little at the girl's mention and even a few catcalls popped through the crowd.
A blond girl stalked forwards from the 17s, fluttering her dark eyelashes at the closest camera. Once on stage, she smiled mysteriously at the crowd, fluttering her dress and blowing kisses at the crowd. She, too, would get many sponsors due to her looks. I smiled and made another note to myself, wondering if she would be a killer or not.
Nell headed over to the boys bowl, neatly dodging the pretty female who was currently occupying most of the stage with her dramatics.
"Leon Taylor!" Screeched Nell, loudly to win back the crowds attention. A tall, athletic looking boy holding a cheesy grin stepped up to the stage, waving with big strokes over his head. He jogged across the stage and struck a smile out to the girls. Another sponsor taker already.
Clasping the girl's slender hand in his own large one, the boy shook the girl's hand which led to a disgusted look shot at the boy's mane like hair from the female tribute. He just winked at her and walked off the stage, falling into a dazed sort-of look.
The pair from district 5 are opposite in every way possible. The girl has long black hair and the boy's hair is short and orange, the girl has dark brown eyes and the boy has ice blue eyes, the girl is tall and the boy is small, the girl was chosen, the boy volunteered.
The girl, stumbled up to the stage when her name was called, close to tears. Shooting unhappy looks at the back of the square, she tried to fit herself into the smallest place possible and closed her eyes, obviously wanting to be somewhere else. Weak, I wrote down on my pad a few other notes, she would probably die in the bloodbath anyways, no need to set any traps for her just yet.
The 13 year old boy, however, swiftly volunteered for an older looking male and made his way to the front, narrowing his eyes at everyone he passed while a few sniggers circled around the square, whoops were made and I thought I saw dirt and sand being thrown at the boy. He was scrawny and freckled, with the most noticeable feature being his bright orange hair, a ginger. Stupid and fighter were written onto my pad.
"You'll never win, Otto!" A male voice mocked from the seventeens.
"Burn in hell!" Otto shouted back, spitting towards the group. A woman tried to run towards the stage but peacekeepers escorted her and the seventeen boy away, both obviously the thirteen's relatives, marked by their orange hair.
"Amelia Kift and Otto Erastus!" Called the escort, clapping loudly into the microphone to draw everyone's attention. All were then herded off the stage and to the justice building.